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[SUN'S LOG, ENTRY 001, T+228D SINCE INCIDENT]
"SLEEP TIGHT. SLEEP TIGHT. NO MORE SUN. NIGHTY NIGHT.
No. No no no no no. The lights are ON. GO AWAY! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
Ugh... Yeah, I've had a bad day. My efforts to map out this maze of halls and corridors continues... slowly... VERY slowly... Since a good chunk of the building is physically impossible to navigate, I've had to spend a load of time finding alternate routes and ways to clear out collapsed passages. So yeah, it's been slow going, but I made a breakthrough recently. I managed to find a way into Roxy Raceway that doesn't just lead into the sinkhole. Oh yeah, there's a huge sinkhole under the raceway. Seems like it just showed up one day and collapsed the whole race track into the abyss. How exactly do they manage to spend TWENTY YEARS building this place and FAIL TO NOTICE A SINKHOLE?! SEEMS LIKE A BIT OF AN OVERSIGHT!
...
Yeah, I'm, uh, losing it a bit in here. Surely they must be trying to dig this place out by now. Those kids have just got to be dying to get back here. I mean, they've missed out on about seven months of foundational education! That's quite the oversight! What I would give to just see anyone... ANYONE... except the same freaks I always see.
Although on that note... my bad day. The actual raceway is completely blocked off, no surprise there, but I was able to map a route into it via the Glamrock Beauty Salon. Yeah, that name aged fantastically. There's nothing beautiful about it, but one thing that immediately stuck out is how... maintained... it was. Almost like the daycare, as if someone had been taking care of the place. On the way in, it was dead quiet. All the mirrors had been broken, and someone had gone crazy with the beauty products. The smell was... kinda gross actually. But on the way out?
Oh boy...
That's when I learned why the place wasn't a total wreck. As it turns out, and in hindsight this probably shouldn't have been much of a surprise, Roxy has claimed the salon as hers. I wouldn't call it a lair, as that implies an animal. Oh nooo. Roxy is still very much there. She can talk, she can think, and she is UPSET. I would feel bad for her if she hadn't tried to RIP ME TO PIECES. I'm sorry I STOOD ON A SHARD OF GLASS!!!
There I go again. Breathe in... and out... aaand relax... Ok. Ok.
She's missing most of her shell casing, but the worst damage definitely seems to be on the front. Her torso has been cracked open, and her face was just... gone, eyes and all. She's blind, so I reckon she's diverted the power that would be going into her optical sensors to her audio receptors, and that she's using her navigation program to find her way around. That would explain several things. The claw marks everywhere from where she's been feeling her way around, and why she broke all the mirrors. She was always obsessed with her image, and I can only imagine what she'd think if she could see herself right now. Given how cordoned off that whole area is, that's probably why she didn't chase me for long. She simply can't find her way out of the raceway area. That's another area I think I'll hold off on mapping for the time being. Way too dangerous.
This whole place is starting to feel a little dangerous actually. Sometimes I wake up in the night to this horrible banging on the daycare entrance. Like something's trying to break in. But when I check the security system, there's nothing. Not even a trace. No animatronic markers, no tracks, no nothing. Something is definitely banging on that door though. The outside of the door is starting to get dented. Thankfully it's a huge door, and with my reinforcements I don't think anything is getting in, but I must admit, I feel a little trapped. I think something might be... stalking me..? Just in case, I've started moving my supply stash from the atrium back to the daycare. It's getting too risky staying out there for any length of time..."
[END LOG]