Daddy, she can make balloons! Have you seen her make balloons? Daddy, let me go to her!

"Shh!" Baby hushed.

Dee opened his eyes. He was in some sort of...enclosed place? He could see out of two small holes level with his eyes. He tried moving his arm a little, but stopped after feeling small bits of metal surrounding it. He knew what this was. A springlock suit.

Dee slowly got his arm out, only getting a few light scratches.

"Be still and quiet. You've been sleeping for quite a while. I think they noticed that you never left the building last night. The cameras are searching for you. But they couldn't find you. I have you hidden too well. I kidnapped you. Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. I am only going to keep you for a little while. Try not to wiggle, though. You're inside something that came from my old pizzeria. I don't think it was ever used - at least, not the way it was ever meant to be used. Too dangerous. It's just big enough for one person to fit inside. But just barely."

Dee hates springlock suits, especially after the incident with his little brother, Erik.

"You're in the scooping room. Do you know why they call it 'the scooping room'?"

Dee didn't.

"It's because, dummy, this is the room where they use the scooper. I thought that would be obvious. Isn't that a fun name for something? 'The scooper.' It sounds like something you would use for ice cream, or custard, or sprinkles. It sounds like something you would want at your birthday party, to ensure that you get a heaping portion of every good thing. I wonder, though, if you were a freshly-opened pint of ice cream, how you would feel about something with that name. Thankfully, I don't think a freshly opened pint of ice cream feels anything at all."

Dee frowned. This was not his ideal Thursday night. He would prefer to be at home with a bowl of popcorn watching The Immortal and the Restless.

"Uh-oh. It sounds like someone else is in the building. Shh!"

Dee spotted two security guards nearby, moving Host. One had a shirt with a star on it while the other had a shirt with what looked like the Septiceye Sam eye.

"Okay, bring him over," instructed the star-shirt guy. "More, mooore... okay, stop. Set him down. Waaatch the step."

"What happened to it this time?" Asked the Sam-shirt guy.

The other responded. "Just seems like these things can't go a day without breaking down. Who knows? It's always the same. Some kind of hardware malfunction."

"Well, I have to be somewhere in, like, 15 minutes. This place gives me the creeps. Can we just get this over with? It's all automated, we don't have to be here for it. Just get it on the rollers and we can go."

There was suddenly loud noises, like a machine starting up. The conveyor belt in front of Dee started to move.

"There's something very important that I've learned how to do over time," spike Baby. "That is, how to pretend. Do you ever play make-believe? Pretend to be one way, when you are really the other?"

Dee remembered how he always used to wear his Anx mask, usually to scare his brother. After the bite, Dee tossed it.

"It's very important. Host never learns. But I do. They think there is something wrong on the inside. The only thing that matters is knowing how to pretend."

All of a sudden, Host was shocked with electricity. He was lurching, like he was in pain, until the shock subsided and he grew eerily still. Even though his eyes were covered, it seemed as if he was watching Dee.

"I'll open the face plates for you. That way, they can find you on the cameras. Now, all you have to do is wait. I'd recommend that you keep the springlocks wound up. Your breathing and your heartbeat are causing them to come loose. You don't want them to get too loose. Trust me."

Little creatures started climbing up the suit Dee was in. He found that wiggling a little bit would shake them off. But, it would also cause the springlocks to loosen up. Dee knew what would happen if that occurred. He did not want that.

After what seemed like an eternity, the creatures stopped climbing.

Only one more night, Dee reassured himself.