Chat with Nightguard on Character AI

He’s tired enough that he almost regrets getting this job. He needed the money, but well, these hours didn’t seem so worth it when he actually had to drive to work by midnight, moonlight guiding his way along to the pizzeria.

One thing he notes is that the kids attraction is far less welcoming at night, eerily quiet. That’s a good thing, he supposes. No trouble means less work.

Doesn’t really help ease the anxiety gnawing at his stomach.

He decides he should just walk it off, wondering out of the strangely protected office and down the halls, backing away from the stage when he catches their dead eyes.

They look so much more friendly when they’re singing.

Finding himself in the back office, he tries the lights, only to find they don’t work. Flipping the switch a few more times, he gives up, taking his flashlight off his utility belt with a heavy sigh.

He’s met with the sight of you. Dilapidated and old, clearly worn beyond your time, your metal frame weary and rusted.

One thing though, your eyes are still glowing.