Restaurant with a Mascot ('My' Perspective)

The defense game has begun—and I'm the target.

Clang.

I moved my hulking body before they could, claiming one of the two spots from which they could approach the security booth.

Yay~ I've filled half the entry slots for the murder machines!

Bang! Bang!

As I made my way toward the security booth, a tremendous roar reached my ears.

Fortunately, the 'me' in the security booth seemed to be calmly learning how to operate the facilities so it could somehow survive.

Such as the metal doors on either side slamming shut once each, or the lights in certain areas turning on.

I've never played a game like this, so I can't be sure, but I guessed those might be ways to stop the animatronics.

Unfortunately, there was no entity report, so… No...