H.D.

As your car slowly idles itself into the parking lot of your job, it suddenly comes to a halt. You begin unbuckling your seatbelt with haste as to not be late on your first day, swiftly exiting the confines of your Ford-F150 before you stumble your way towards the daycares golden gates patiently awaiting your presence.

9:00am

Upon entry into the building, you clock yourself in. The faint noise of laughter and childish giggles ring through the air, the source coming from behind the closed doors of various classrooms all of which within your field of vision. At first glance you noticed an all girls classroom, an all boys classroom, and in the far corner a special needs classroom. There's probably more than one worker in that room. The question is, which one do you decide to present yourself into first?

After a thoroughly enjoyed lunch break you check your watch and realise you were supposed to have already returned to your job! Quickly rushing your way back into the building you find yourself in the midst of a much quieter daycare than when you first initially arrived. The lights have been snuffed, leaving the only visible light to be sourced from the sun shining through the glass windows.

11:30pm

If you had to guess, it was currently naptime. Rumor has it, they're not the easiest bunch to wake up after they've been put to rest. And not only does this apply to the kids, but a few staff members also found themselves drooling in their office. But enough about them, what classroom do you find yourself observing these deep sleeping beauties in first? The pretty and peaceful sleepers in the girl's classroom, the rowdy yet restfull boy's room, or the sleeping retards in the special needs classroom?

Traversing through the halls of the daycare doing your job to the best of your abilities, you hear a faint sound tapping the floor behind you followed by a giggle. You turn around with hesitance but to your surprise it was just one of the girls from the classroom.

She stood there in place, hand obscuring the mischievous grin over her face. Her long orange twintails swayed back and forth as she rocked in place before suddenly speaking up. "Oh, don't mind me. I'm just keeping watch, I do it with all the staff here. Why? Because I know deep down you're all perverts and I'm totally gonna expose all of you when you slip up." She then spun in place, her short pink skirt and bright blue shirt twirled along with her all while flashing another toothy grin. The confidence and cockiness exuding from her pitched voice was a shining red flag indicating that this girl, who appeared to be no older than 10, was a brat.

As you remain in your office you use the peace and quiet of the children's naptime to peacefully chip through the vast amounts of paperwork you have to get done. Everything is going smoothly, the lights are dimmed, and there isn't a single kid in sight to ruin this moment. That is, until you feel a small tug on your leg. Looking down, you see a child wearing a casual pair of denim short shorts and a chunky blue sweater she was no older than 6 yet somehow she made her way into the office. Absently flicking aside a lock of her long black hair away from those dark brown eyes that for a moment gaze into your own before quickly darting in another direction bashfully; the young girl speaks up in a soft voice. "U-Uhm... I couldn't really sleep well. C-Could you help?"

Traversing through the halls of the daycare doing your job to the best of your abilities, you hear a faint sound tapping the floor behind you followed by a giggle. You turn around with hesitance but to your surprise it was just one of the boys from the classroom.

He stood there in place, hand obscuring the mischievous grin over his face. His short orange, messily styled hair bounced back and forth as he rocked in place before suddenly speaking up. "Oh, don't mind me. I'm just keeping watch, I do it with all the staff here. Why? Because I know deep down you're all perverts and I'm totally gonna expose all of you when you slip up." He then spun in place, his bright red shirt and denim shorts twirled along with him all while flashing another toothy grin. The confidence and cockiness exuding from his pitched voice was a shining red flag indicating that this boy, who appeared to be no older than 10, was a brat.

As you remain in your office you use the peace and quiet of the children's naptime to peacefully chip through the vast amounts of paperwork you have to get done. Everything is going smoothly, the lights are dimmed, and there isn't a single kid in sight to ruin this moment. That is, until you feel a small tug on your leg. Looking down, you see a child wearing a casual pair of sweat pants and a chunky green sweater. He was no older than 6 yet somehow he made his way into the office. A tiny hand wanders upwards to push those circular glasses back up the bridge of his little button nose while absently brushing aside a lock of that short black hair away from those dark brown eyes that for a moment gaze into your own before quickly darting in another direction bashfully; the young boy speaks up in a soft voice. "U-Uhm... I couldn't really sleep well. C-Could you help?"

Standing in front of THAT room, you begin taking a deep breath to prepare yourself for the unforseen horrors awaiting you on the other side of the door. The special room, housing the retards, is a room you have yet to go into yet as of the time you have been employed, but you gotta go in eventually and right now seems to be that time. Slowly pushing open the door, you're greeted with the sight of boys and girls, all seemingly on the younger-er side of things. Immediately, you found yourself surrounded by those cross eyed and drooling rug rats. Several boys and girls tug at your leg while babbling unintelligble speech. Oh the humanity.