The dial tone sounded while Secure Ard waited impatiently in his office. Finally, somepony picked up.
“Who is this?” the pony on the other end groaned.
“Y-yeah, Teleafana,” answered Secure, stuttering.
“Secure!” the pony on the other end growled. “What do you want to talk about this time?”
Much to Telafana’s annoyance, Secure Ard talked to her a couple of times each night. Unlike Telafana, Secure Ard found it comforting that he could do his job and still have somepony to talk to when the nights got unbearably quiet. In fact, Telefana was the only pony he’d felt comfortable talking to. Even though he never met her in person, her voice alone made her sound like a beautiful and stunning mare.
Even during his shifts, he would fantasize about what she might look like. One image that stuck in his mind was a mare with long legs, a lean body, bright orange skin, light blue eyes, a long yellow mane, and a short yellow tail. He always meant to ask Telafana if they could sometime meet during the day, but he never had the courage to actually do so. But he wasn't just calling to hear Telafana’s voice; there was something that, to him needed direct attention.
“Ummmm…” said Secure nervously “something weird is going on.”
“What is it?” Teleafana demanded sternly.
“Well,” Secure hesitated, “you know the animatronics in the Main Six Display? Well…apparently they’ve been activated. All by themselves.”
“You’re not making this up are you?” asked Teleafana gravely. “Cause if it is…”
“It’s not! I swear!” Secure swore pleadingly.
“Was there anypony in the control room?” asked Telefana, thinking.
“I’ll check,” Secure replied. He switched to the monitor displaying the Control Room. He then reversed the footage to the time before his shift had started.
“At 10:00 AM, a pony-I assume it was a staff member-came into the Control Room and turned off everything.” Secure stated nervously. Then he fast-forwarded the tape a little more until he noticed something peculiar.
“At 12:00 midnight, on the control panel, one of the lights flashed on.” Secure stated curiously.
“Hmmm…” Telafana thought. “And that’s when the animatronics came to life?”
“Well, sort of,” said Secure, “All but one: the Twilight Sparkle one. She turned on two minutes afterwards.”
“Odd,” said Telafana, trying to find a rational explanation. “This is what I think. There’s probably some glitch in the system which turned the animatronics on. The animatronics are following their regular script, and they will continue to wander around as if they were giving their usual tour. By 6 AM tomorrow, their motors will lose power, and they should return back to their starting point to recharge. Sure, it will screw up the tour schedule, but other than that, there should be no problem.”
“But what should I do if they come here?” Secure asked.
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Telafana exclaimed. “It’s not in their programing! …But if, you know, another glitch happens, and they do find you, then you can either close the doors, or you could just…no. That’s not a good idea. Just close the doors if they come near, and that should be it.”
“Alright. if you say so,” said Secure doubtfully.
“Good. If something goes wrong, let me know,” said Telafana. “Good-bye.”
Secure was about to say “Will do”, but Telafana had already hung up. Secure then turned his attention to the monitors in front of him. The last words rang clearly in his head:
“If something goes wrong, let me know.”
He started to wonder if Telafana thought the same way about him, but then reminded himself that he was nothing more than a measly security guard. So feeling a slight twinge of sadness, Secure busied himself by watching the monitors in front of him.