INTO THE PIT RP WITH MY BAAAAABYYY

(Outfit can be adjusted accordingly in-character, I'm just too lazy to make another picrew 😭)

It had been a long week. Loaz was only 22 but they felt exhausted as someone twice that. And they sooooo had an excuse for that and sooooo hadn't been slacking at aaaall. Not its fault its job got a little monotonous after a while.
It had kind of zoned out, sweeping nothing, when the noise broke out. As if it were instinct, Loaz gripped the handle of the broom like a weapon and whipped around towards the sound. The arcade? Loaz's shoulders slumped. ~God's sake, is some kid having a meltdown over a game again?~ They were just a bit too out of it to take care of that.
That's when the source of the scream came careening out of the room and BLEEDING LIKE ALL HELL. THAT snapped Loaz out of autopilot right away.
"Holy shhhi~oooooot!" Right, even in emergency situations like this, swearing was a big no with kids. They rushed over to the bleeding child, dropping their broom. They stooped down to the boy's height. "What's your name? What happened?" Maybe it was talking a bit too fast for this panicked boy to keep up with? Maybe they were a little panicked themself! Kids don't come sprinting out of arcades staining the linoleum floors they'd just finished mopping an hour ago.

(Bro I just met you and you’re already a fantastic roleplayer-)

*He clutched his forearm tightly, the blood had nearly soaked his jacket sleeve completely. He was trembling like a tree in a hurricane and looked as if he’d just seen the grim reaper himself (though he pretty much did)*
Oz: …I- I’m Oswald- It- There’s- there’s some killer rabbit in there-!

(I've been at this for way too long lol. Thank you!)

"Okay, Oswald." They nodded. "Killer... rabbit?" They didn't want to sound too skeptical. Oz was clearly shaken and Loaz knew from personal experience that kids this freaked out rarely had reason to lie. They'd admitted to plenty of stuff in a panic before. Loaz took in a deep breath. This was definitely way above their pay grade, but that was nowhere near the problem right now. Right now, it was their job to handle this. And help Oswald handle whatever the heck had injured him.
They should probably do something about that actually. What was the biggest bandage they had in the back? "Actually, no, before we get to that, let's take care of your arm." They offered their hand.

*he hesitantly took your hand, eager to accept any help he could get. Of course you weren’t used to seeing kids be severely injured, who wasn’t? But apparently it didn’t occur to him at the time that Jeff was nowhere to be found, and that rabbit was still in there*

(I do have yet to play the game, I've only read the comic, so forgive me if I make up layouts or anything.)

Loaz walked just a bit quicker than they usually did, absolutely forgetting to keep pace with the literal child they'd had the health and wellness of suddenly thrust into their arms. But they had to be fast, for both Oz's sake, and the sake of their job. Kids getting grievously injured on their shift absolutely would not look good on paper.
There had to be a first aid kit somewhere. Their first guess would be the arcade but there was no way they were about to drag Oswald *back* to the place he'd just run out of. Maybe there was something at their counter? Safe to say in the moment they were pretty darn clueless.
"...Where are your parents, kid?" Parents could easily be more helpful here. And they should *definitely* be notified if their son has gashes in his arm. Maybe that should've been their first thought?

Oz: Th-There both at work.
*He squeezed his arm tighter and looked away*

(I love the quick time events on the games lol- not to mention the style- F**K im obsessed with it. Also it ok)

(YES!!! The style and animation is absolutely gorgeous!!!! I was very tempted to get it when it dropped and I'm practically sold on it now.)

"I see." Their stomach squeezed in time with Oz's arm. This was definitely no daycare. How this kid had managed to stay sane in this sad beige hellbuilding was beyond them.
It was in no way comforting that the front counter sat so close to the door to the arcade. They couldn't help but look back at it as they let go of Oswald's hand and ducked behind the counter. And every time they so much as looked up from their search for a bandaid.
They dug out a little box and sat it on the table. "S'like Jeff was trying to bury this thing." They muttered. "C'mere little man."

(FINALLY a fren who shares my obsession :))

*He slowly walked over to you*
Oz: Yeah... I agree.

Loaz dug through the box for the largest bandages they could find. The box looked like it hadn't been restocked in centuries. There were unused gauze pads but no tape to hold them on with. God, this repair job was gonna look a lot more like a patchwork quilt. Loaz just prayed the adhesives on the bandaids still worked. "Can you roll up your sleeve? I need a look at the damages."

(fixing inch-deep puncture wounds with bandaids and prayers)

*He nodded, pulling up his jacket sleeve to show you the deep, and still bleeding puncture wounds in his arm, that looked suspiciously like teeth marks...*

(Ah yes. I failed that quick time event so I was just like: (0-O) ok thanks)

Loaz had seen their fair share of animal bites. They recalled at least two rabies shots from their childhood as a result of fighting off raccoons like a champ. Their mother never did thank them for that. All this is to say Loaz knew what animal bites tended to look like.
"You said there was a rabbit in the arcade? Is... that what did this?" It'd have to be a massive rabbit to have a bite like this. Loaz began carefully laying down the gauze pads, taping them on with the miraculously functional bandaids. Definitely a messy fix, but seemingly functional.

(you there big man?)

(update: watched a playthrough and know what's going on properly now yay. I was putting it off for a while but I figured I probably should)

( 🥺 OMGGG YES IM HERE LOL)
(Very futile on getting gender affirmed)

Oz: Yeah- but its like- taller than you... an a robot.

(Oh? would you have preferred I refer to you differently? /genq)

Taller than them? Well, that wasn't a difficult accomplishment; Loaz themself is only 5'1. For something that wasn't a rabbit, that is.
"A robot?" that caught their attention. "That's... interesting. Can you tell me anything else? Do you know where it came from?" Jeff's had never had robots. Loaz had only ever known them from fiction, and they'd never been nearly as big on them as one of their older brothers. Man did they kinda wish they had his expertise here.

(No sorry bro, i was practically crying tears of joy that someone got it right lol)

*Oz was quiet, as if silently deciding something*
Oz: ...no.

(Ah, got it. Well, happy to have helped my guy =:) )

Loaz sighed. Not in exasperation, but in a sort of grim understanding. So neither one knew much of anything. There was a murderous robotic rabbit in the arcade and neither of them had a lead.

"...When the thing bit you. What were you doing?"

*The tiny dude sighed shakily, looking up at you*
Oz: I was… trying to pull my dad from the old ball pit- w-when it crawled out and started chasing me!

(hii don't mean to keep buggin ya but)

(Sorry, was at my dads last week!)

"Ball pit?" That gross old thing? How did anything come out of it? It's a ball pit. Things don't just crawl out or... get dragged in. Loaz's lips pursed. The story made next to no sense to them. What were they meant to do with it? They bounced any semblance of a plan around in their head like a DVD logo refusing to hit the corners and form a coherent thought. Its fingers twitched.
"So. You and your dad were in the ball pit" They restated. "And the rabbit thing climbed out. And that rabbit thing bit you. And now we're here." Loaz motioned as they were framing out the story. Now, they could bring up that the ball pit room was supposed to be locked, but that was counterintuitive to forming a course of action. If anyone ever asked them about this, they could blame the guy who worked the shift before them.
"Okay. So. The rabbit is in the arcade, dad in the ball pit. And if killer robots are crawling out of that ball pit maybe its best he doesn't... stay there?" That was a given. Plus Loaz was about 98% sure he could contract some kind of disease. "S'up to you of course. This is... not a situation the employee handbook taught me to deal with."

Oz: …Sounds about right. But I swear that thing has /two/ sets of sharp teeth and- *he stopped his own rant, taking a deep breath before staring up at you, hoping to older, more experienced person would know what to do*

"Doesn't matter how many teeth it has if we never have to deal with it." They offered a shaky smile. It was childish to panic over all the 'what ifs' of the situation, but Loaz had every excuse to, didn't it?
"Okay. First plan of action: Get your dad out of the ball pit. I may need you to come with me. I don't want to drag you into anything you're uncomfortable with, but I also can't leave you unsupervised." Definitely not with THAT thing. "Once everyone's safe and, fingers crossed, unafflicted with tetanus, We can figure out what to do about the rabbit. Rest assured my boss is getting one hell of a message when he shows up."

*he snickered, thinking of all the crap Jeff would get- then he immediately stopped and nodded*
Oz: I know my dad is still in there I-
*his dad suddenly casually walked out of the ball pit room*

Loaz jumped. They'd been so locked in on this plan that they weren't expecting it to just. Solve itself. It sat up, taking on their world-class mildly corporate-concerned-sounding Sir-Shit-is-Happening-and-you-Need-to-Leave voice. Yes they manufactured it on the spot. "Oh! Mister..." they trailed off. They had no clue what Oz's last name was. "Your son was looking for you. Oswald got hurt and we're kinda dealing with a situation..."
Had Loaz ever in a million years imagined that a grown man could get himself out of a ball pit, they likely wouldn't be fumbling this whole interaction so badly. They had no plan for how much they could say.
~Also, when they leave, what the HELL are we supposed to do about KILLER RABBITS IN THE ARCADE? Fight it off with a mop? That whole thing was NOT in our job description.~

*Oswald scrambled to hide behind you, as if he was scared of his own dad? Yeah, his face definitely said so.*
Oz: Thats not him.

"Huh? But-" They pressed their lips together, looking from Oswald to his father. The man looked normal. Came out of the ball pit room, Oz looked a bit like him, it was very likely that this WAS Oz's dad.
Then again, Oz would know his own dad, right? And again, what reason would he have to lie?
"What's up with him?" They whispered sharply. "Who is this guy?"

*Oz could see through the yellow rabbits facade, and was deeply unnerved that you couldnt*
Oz: H-He’s not my dad- Well I g-guess he might be to you but he’s not-

"I trust you." It's true, Loaz couldn't see past the visual disguise. But they could tell from Oswald's "father's" behavior that something wasn't right. Loaz wasn't a father, never would be, but no parent would just sit there while their kid was in obvious distress. Watching.
Or maybe it was Pathogen Pit trauma.
~Stay serious, Loaz.~
"You can run if you want. I can handle this." Now THAT was debatable, especially to Loaz itself. It could barely beat its siblings in play fights without cheating a bit. How it planned to take on a middle-aged adult man who clearly had some kind of intent was beyond them.
Okay maybe defaulting to planning to fight this guy was a bit extreme. They were working a glorified customer service job. This could easily be resolved without messying the recently mopped floors any more than they already had been.

*The man stared for a minute, then marched over to Oz, saying nothing, and roughly grabbed his arm. Oz let out a little yelp of fear ((the one that’s weirdly good voice acting in the game)) and tried to pull away at first, but stopped after his dad/the rabbit began dragging him to the front door. A look of pure fear crossed his face*

"Hey!" It was half a provoked shout, half their own startled yelp. Loaz spun on their heel to follow after the strange man and the squirming child. They gripped the man's shoulder. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" They felt suddenly very hot, be it from fear, anger, or the nagging (and INCREDIBLY irrational) feeling that they'd made a mistake somehow, they couldn't really tell. They had to shove away the lattermost worry. No reaction like that would come from a kid who wasn't in genuine danger. Their limbs were shaky but their grip was firm.

*The man/rabbit just stared at you. He was doing a really bad job of not blowing his cover- so he basically said screw it. He shoved you off him- none too gently- and dragged Oz out of Jeff’s, of course Oz was losing his shit- I’d be terrified too.*

It was flicked off like a bug and slipped to the ground. Real helpful there, limpass knees, Loaz thought bitterly. It fought its way back to its feet, stumbling after the pair. "Sir, please-" The door was slammed in their face. Loaz slumped against the glass. Any energy left in them drained in that instant.They wanted to slide to their knees. They didn't want to get up.

It had to do something. It could go after them, ditch this shitty building and hope someone covers for it. Ah who gives a damn if someone covers for it? This job wasn't worth it anyways.

But what about the rabbit? That was still there, and anyone who did come in while they were gone risked running into THAT unsupervised.
Inch deep bite wounds.
Relatively speaking the arm was one of the best places for those to be.

They let out a yell of frustration. This dude that took Oz probably had a car too. They had no clue where he was headed. What were they meant to do about that? If they couldn't do nothing and they couldn't do something, what could they do?
They could call the police.
Would the police believe them?
They'd have to hope.

*Violet was having a good day…till she saw the kid*

Whoa! *she walked in front of the then got down* Kid, you okay? What happened? *she was examing teh cuts* My name is Violet. but you can call me Vi or Ms.Afton okay?