evocation-daycare

[evocation-daycare]

I have not yet set foot outside my office.

I’m kind of worried about it.

And I haven’t gotten the chance since I’ve had this visitor..

A few days ago, it must’ve been.. a little girl walked into my office.

She took a seat but never said a word. We just looked at each other for according to my clock was two hours.

And then she left.

The next morning she came back again and did the same.

I’m starting to get goosebumps, and not the book type.

Since she won’t tell me her name,

I’ve decided to name her Selfish.

Till next time,

Roger

[evocation-daycare]

Welcome to F.I.X. Daycare!

Here we pride ourselves in taking care of child! And of child!

Ask questions if may to staff? Pressure not applied!

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Evocation Daycare Reboot!!!

Plot: Journal entries and ask blog that follows the employees of an odd daycare!

Content Warning, this story will include topics of: Mental health, death, gore, swearing, sexual jokes, horror

This is an ask blog along with the story and will include art here and there!!

Created by @thefroggymagician

[evocation-daycare]

I’ve had this job for two days, according to 

but I don’t remember really when I signed up.

I must’ve fallen asleep, like usual, because I just woke up at work.

Haven’t met the boss yet but I’ve heard they’re like, weird. But not in like a cool type of weird way.

At F.I.X. Daycare I work in the nurse wing, I’m not actually a nurse. The nameplate on the door says underneath my name that I’m a therapist.

I’m 17.

Self reminder to meet whoever made this stupid nameplate because I don’t go by that name anymore. Fuck this man.

The past two days I haven’t met anyone. And I don’t remember going home either.

This is a total case of memory loss cliche, it looks way creepier in the movies. I’m even starting to keep a journal just like the fucking movies.

Maybe I should just leave my room and see what happens, not like I’m really getting anything explained to me.

Till next time,

Roger

[evocation-daycare]

why were you pretending to work here??

MOONEY: Let's just say that I owe my pack some things

You don't like the tension in this elevator.. and you really don't understand what he means by that. You've read enough fairytales to know that if you piss off a wolf he might just have you for dinner!

After what feels like forever.. the elevator stops.

The doors open to a small toothpaste colored waiting room, the sound of white noise coming from an unknown place.

You two seem to be early or late.. either way the room is devoid of guests. The only one to accompany you two is what looks like a very large hand sanitizer dispenser?

[ what to do? ]

[evocation-daycare]

mooney is that supposed to happen

The doors shut and you two feel the elevator shake before going..? Down?

When you ask Mooney that question, his tail goes down between his legs in fear, with his ears going back.

The lights of the elevator go red, then slowly fade to an ugly yellow.. this kind of yellow that if you saw on a dress you would silently judge whoever is wearing it.

For a moment, something feels calm about this atmosphere. Wrong. But calm. You see Mooney isnt answering and ask again.

MOONEY: Kid- I'm gonna be honest- I dont actually work here..

[ well shit ]

[evocation-daycare]

wouldnt we have to walk DOWN some stairs to get to floor 4 if we were on floor 5?

MOONEY: .....

MOONEY: Well shit you're right!

MOONEY: We walk up the stairs!

SWEET: Down.

MOONEY: DOWN! HAHA ah...

The two of you board the elevator, presses the button for floor 5. But it doesnt work, instead when you press the button.. the button for floor 4 lights up.

[ press another? ]

[evocation-daycare]

deal! we won't get lost that way

You have now acquired MOONEY MONEY to your party!

Name: Mooney Money

Pronouns: he/neos

Species: Sparkle Wolf

Reason for Admission: Unknown

MOONEY: Alrighty! You'll never regret this kid!

SWEET: We're the same age?

MOONEY: Eh whatever, let's go!

The two of you walk towards the set of elevators down the hall..

MOONEY: Uh, do you know which floor?

SWEET: I think it was floor 4?

MOONEY: What!? 4 is a super unlucky number! Tell ya what kid, let's take it to floor 5 then walk up some stairs!

[ go to floor 5? ]

[evocation-daycare]

have a little look!

You step closer before looking into the darkness. You feel someone looking back at you. That someone then fades from your mind as a new someone in question leaps up from the shadows with a disheveled sigh.

He notices you and freezes in place before coming closer, making the observation that you aren't a cop.

SWEET: Sorry to disturb you! Do you work here...?

MOONEY: Do I WORK HERE? HAHA! HAH! Of course I do! What could possibly make you think otherwise? Mooney Money is the name, he/him, dont wear that shit out got it? What can I do for you young fella?

You two seem to be the same age actually.. he gives you a look of anxious anticipation.

SWEET: I'm looking for Fix Treetment.. do you know what floor it's on?

MOONEY: ....Gimme one sec...

Mooney ducks back down into the darkness, muttering something before his return.

MOONEY: That therapy place owned by that FILTHY RICH guy right?

SWEET: ..Maybe? I mean- I think so?

MOONEY: HAHA! Okay here's the deal, you wanna go? I'll take ya, but only if I GET TO COME ALONG TOO!!!

[ what do you think? ]

[evocation-daycare]

let's go in! dont wanna be late

You rush in, pushing open the heavy doors of the building. They lock behind you.. must be some sort of security measure.

In front of you sits a hallway of elevators, on the side is a booth where you would expect a security guard to be.

There is none.

Instead what greets you is a window of broken glass and the shuffling of something inside that dark greeting booth. As you take a small step closer, you smell strong perfume coming from the booth. It mustve been expensive. You don't know if you should find that threatening.. the smell of roses and syrup really throws you off.

[ take a looksie? ]

[evocation-daycare]

why did we just have a straw on us. what were we gonna use it for

The straw... I see. Uhm. Thats.

You can't see me, not yet, but I am currently dabbing sweat off of my forehead.

The straw seems to have appeared using one of your many gifts. Comedic Timing..

When something would be really fucking funny to do, you can do it...

You sure are interesting.

SWEET: Awww thank you!

Not a compliment.

[evocation-daycare]

Have another little drink of the air conditioner liquid

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?

You start sipping the liquid from a straw you had in your pocket. The screams of terror from this liquid are ignored as you happily sip.

You start tripping balls. Which is really hard to tell because everything in this universe is fucked up already- okay thats enough juice for you..

When I was assigned to you I did not sign up for this shit.

With the use of the mysterious liquid, you have drained the air conditioner of its glorious wish juice. You now can have one question answered by me... use it WISELY DAMN IT

[evocation-daycare]

do not drink the mystery air conditioner liquid

You purse your lips(?) and decide to be mature about this and smart about this... what are you doing? You open your mouth like a kid catching a snowflake on their tongue

You drink the liquid. Oh my god why would you do that.

It tastes like grape, but the grape flavored toothpaste that would sting after a dentist appointment. A tiny voice screams, "NOOO DONT DRINK ME AAAAAAAA OH THE AGONY"

You feel very tempted to take another sip because this is kind of funny to you for some reason

[ whats your next move? ]

[evocation-daycare]

BLUE!

Okay we're getting somewhere! Your favorite color is BLUE! That just so happens to be your color scheme too! But you have no sense of self that I can show! Not yet at least...

Ah there is your stop! The train doors open and you get off at Bloodbile Avenue. You quickly make your way out of the station, you know they want you there.

You look up at the building where your therapy will be hosted, shimmering windows of a dull orange color. Some mystery liquid drips from the air conditioners in the windows and onto your head. The liquid is hot.

[ go inside? taste it? ]

[evocation-daycare]

Where were we. I mean you. Where were you?

Right.

You were on the way to your therapy appointment, so you took the train. You must still be there. Your head plays a happy tune with a electric guitar and drums, you don’t remember all the lyrics though.

You’re getting ahead of yourself.

Name: Sweet Caroline

Pronouns: she/they/he

Species: Organ

That’s you. The name has no relation to the popular song.. aren’t you forgetting something?

The reason you were sent to this group therapy.

Reason for Admission: Visions

Now that we have that out of the way, what is your favorite color? Let’s start with something light shall we?

[ what is your favorite color? ]

[evocation-daycare]

For some reason my banner and stuff is gone- I forget if I did that or not </3

But lets just say I’m working on the reboot

[evocation-daycare]

Lots of shit has been going on in my personal life so I’m going to put evocation on hiatus until I can really figure out what I want to do with it. Thank you to everyone supporting me

[evocation-daycare]

“You”

SHADOW: huh.. and that loser on the right is you?

You nod happily. Shadow snatches the drawing with his long arm, squinting.

SHADOW: not bad, kid. can i make one adjustment though? 

- Let him draw

- Don’t let him draw