Fear was sitting behind the counter of the prize corner. She was
softly humming, curled up in a ball. She was scared of some of the
animatronics, especially the big ones. She surely lived up to her
name, fearing most things. Luck sat on the counter, occasionally
looking at Fear. She knew Fear hated attention, so she said
nothing.
I may not seem intelligent, but that's because I need sleep.
Nodding savannah said 'I'm sorry for your friend I'm sure she or he
must have been great but this is my second night as an animatronic
since all that happened last night'