The role of a security guard is to do what the name describes. You guard whatever you're meant to. I'm a security guard here in Hurricane, Utah. My employer told me this job would be difficult because of thieves trying to break into the storage building. I've been working this job for around Two Hundred days now and nothing has happened. I've slept through half of my shifts. And I thought that this week would be the same. Just nothing to do and to just sleep. But then I received a message from my boss, Jerald.

Jerald told me about a truck that had crashed during last night's storm. The driver was drunk and wasn't careful. All of the truck's contents have been moved to Hurricane Storage Facilities, which is where I work. I work in Section C. One of the artifacts salvaged from that truck astonished me.

It was a yellow bear animatronic. Its estimated age is about 50 years from what my boss has told me. It had mismatching parts though. But why it was on that truck? I heard the stuff inside of it was being shipped off to a museum in California. The animatronic's estimated value is around 5 grand. Considering the age and that tests show it may still work. I didn't think I'd have to deal with this animatronic at all during my shift, since it was being stored in Section B. Oh, how wrong I was. My name is Karl Maylin and this is my story.