#hehe have some sunhinged content for this october

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 2: Paper Pals

Twenty minutes to spare babyyy, maybe I'll keep getting quicker as the days go on lol, anywho, please enjoy!

Word count: 474

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"Do it again," You hear several clicks, "If you don't mind, friend."

You don't need to glance up to tell the Daycare Attendant is staring at you. Watching. Waiting. 

Not patiently, mind you. Rather, you think he's been anything but this entire time. 

You don't even flinch at the sound of the paper shredder-where did he even get his hands on that?-instead sighing as you grab another plate to start on another paper pal. 

"You know," You say, waving the paint brush in your hand, "If you wanted perfection, you're not looking in the right place for it. I'm a-uh, I'm uh," Why can't you think of what your job is? You shake your head, "Well I'm just a staff member, not an artist."

The bot scoffs, "Obviously not, though perhaps if you tried a little harder, you would be!"

"I just don't see the point in all this, if I'm being honest."

You didn't, you saw there being no actual gain to sitting here amusing the Daycare attendant by making art for it to tear up for, how long had it been now? Hours maybe? You're not, you're not entirely sure. 

An offended gasp interrupts your train of thought, "Well that's just rude! I'll have you know I spent quite a bit of time on this, and now you're just ruining the fun."

"So is saying my paper pals are garbage," You paint another the left ear red, cleaning the brush to paint the opposite blue, "I mean really, it's a couple of paper plates and maybe some googly eyes. Sure it's not not art, but I don't think getting hung up in a museum anytime soon either, so who cares?"

You jump when a yellow hand lands on the desk in front of you, then the other. Suddenly, you find yourself eye to eye with the animatronic, his face plate spins once as he stares you dead on. 

"Friend. I would appreciate if you refrain from using such language and instead focus on your task."

You lean back slightly, frowning, "Or what? You'll make me make friendship bracelets instead?"

His faceplate ticks to one side, eyes narrowing just slightly, "I might."

That shouldn't feel like as much of a threat as it does. You shouldn't feel as unnerved as you do. Why are you even here? Shouldn't you be doing actual work or something? This is all so, strange, and weird. And nothing is making any sense-

"Alright," You swallow, your sense of self-preservation kicking in, "Keep my comments to myself. Got it."

The Attendant stares at you for another few moments, unmoving. Waiting. For what?

Then, "Wonderful!" He stands straight again, clapping his hands together, "Let's take it from the top!"

You grumble, fumbling for a paper hat in the organized clutter of the desk. 

This job is so frickin' weird.

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Wanted to say thank you to @bluerasbunny for this promptober list!! Meant to tag you yesterday and forgot >_< Anywho, it's super fun so far and I'm only on day 2 haha

you can find the other prompts I've made stuff for here