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Marionette's pov
As I sit on my present I listen to my music box after a stressful day, kids being loud and hyper, adults engaging in chatter.
Once the last customer is out the door I start to remember our previous night guard.
[Flashback]
Past Marionette's POV
It has been at least nine weeks, 5 hours, 30 minutes, and 15 seconds since I was first activated and do far I enjoy life with my friends.
If only the employee known as the night guard was more enthusiastic about his job but alas not all night guards can get use to us.
As I start finish cleaning the first table I realize the night guard is late to his shift by exactly one hour, thirty five minutes and twenty two seconds.
However I just figure traffic is bad where he lives. Eventually the phone in the office rings and Goldie answers it.
After a few minutes he comes out and tells us that the night guard was found dead it seems he owed something to someone and was killed because he couldn't pay.
Well as Goldie says life moves on and the guard will be missed however our work is not over yet so I continue helping the animatronics clean up.
[Flashback end]
Once the memory fades I get to doing the usual routine of helping where I can.