When I came out of the elevator, I instantly marched straight towards the desk where Tyler was was writing something on a piece of paper. He looked up when he noticed how insanely pissed I was.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"Hell yes, something's wrong!" I told him. "I almost died tonight!"

"What? Doing what, exactly?"

"Well, something went wrong with the power, so I had to restart it manually, only to discover that those damn robots are capable of doing harm!"

"What?? Did they actually harm you?"

"Well...no."

"Then how do you know they are capable of doing harm?"

"I...they..."

I then felt myself calming down, realizing how insane this all sounded.

"Ms. White?"

"Uh...a voice told me they were."

"Who? The HandUnit?"

"Well, yeah, and also...the voice of...Circus Baby."

Now Tyler was just staring at me with a confused and slightly irritated face.

"Ms. White, I understand that this job can be stressful, but I assure you that this is not the time for jokes or tricks."

"But..."

"Yes, I know it can be a scary task to go across Ballora Gallery and restart the power manually, but I can assure you that your life is not in any danger from the robots."

"...I guess you're right. I apologize for the way I acted."

He then gave a small smile and nod.

"I tell you what," he told me. "If you can finish this week out with no complaints or issues, I'll give you an increase in your paycheck for next week."

"Really??"

"I don't joke about money, Ms. White."

"Well, I suppose I can't say no, can I?"

"Perfect! But remember: one complaint and no raise."

"Understood."

"Good! See you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow."

I then grabbed my purse and left the building. This was such an eventful night, but Tyler is right: the animatronics didn't show any signs of wanting me dead. Did they show signs of sentience? A little, which itself is insane to think about, but it's not as if I was physically attacked by one. Maybe a good night's rest will help me just forget that this night ever happened.