It was a cold, eerie night, and the pizzeria was eerily quiet, save for the occasional squeak of a mouse. Luke, the night guard, was busily checking the security cameras, his eyes darting from screen to screen.

Suddenly, he noticed a movement on one of the screens. It was Neardle, the turtle animatronic, slowly making its way out of its designated spot.

A chill ran down Luke's spine as he watched Neardle shuffle towards the dining area. He had heard rumors about the animatronics coming to life at night, but he didn't believe them until now.

Gathering his courage, Luke decided to investigate. He grabbed his flashlight and cautiously left the security room, his heart pounding against his chest.

As he entered the dining area, he saw Neardle standing still, its mechanical eyes glowing ominously in the dark. Luke shivered, but kept his composure.

"Hey, Neardle," he called out, trying to sound confident. "Time to go back to your spot." But Neardle didn't budge. In fact, it seemed to be inching closer to him.

Luke quickly retreated back to the security room, his heart pounding. He had to figure out a way to get Neardle back to its spot before morning.

He thought about the layout of the pizzeria. He could try to lead Neardle back to its spot using the kitchen's back door. But it was a risky plan.

Regardless, he knew he had to try. He left the security room once more, this time heading towards the kitchen. He could hear Neardle's mechanical whirring behind him.

He reached the kitchen and quickly opened the back door, hoping Neardle would follow. He then hid behind a counter, holding his breath.

After a few tense moments, he saw Neardle enter the kitchen. Luke felt a sense of relief, but he knew he wasn't out of the woods yet.

He watched as Neardle slowly made its way towards the back door. But then, it suddenly stopped. Luke held his breath, praying that it would continue moving.

To his relief, Neardle started moving again. It shuffled out the back door, leaving the kitchen. Luke let out a sigh of relief.

But his relief was short-lived. As he exited the kitchen, he saw Neardle heading towards the main entrance instead of its spot. Luke felt a wave of panic.

He quickly ran to intercept Neardle. He managed to get ahead of it and tried to steer it back towards its spot. But Neardle resisted, trying to push past him.

Luke held his ground, pushing back against Neardle. It was a tense struggle, but eventually, he managed to steer Neardle back to its designated spot.

Panting, Luke looked at Neardle. Its mechanical eyes were no longer glowing. It seemed to have powered down. Luke let out a sigh of relief.

He returned to the security room, his legs feeling like jelly. He glanced at the clock. It was almost dawn. He had managed to survive the night.

As the sun rose, Luke left the pizzeria, feeling a sense of accomplishment. He had managed to fend off Neardle and keep the pizzeria safe.

But as he walked away, he couldn't help but wonder. What would happen the next night? Would Neardle come to life again? He shivered at the thought.

Regardless, he knew he would be ready. He was the night guard, after all. And no animatronic, no matter how mischievous, could scare him away from his duty.

As he reached his home, he fell onto his bed, exhausted but satisfied. He had done his job well. And he would do it again, night after night.

Meanwhile, back at the pizzeria, Neardle stood still in its spot. Its mechanical eyes were dimmed, but if one looked closely, they might see a faint glint. As if waiting for the next night to come.

Luke woke up late in the afternoon, ready to face another night. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was prepared. After all, he was Luke, the night guard.

As he returned to the pizzeria, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. What would the night bring? He was ready to face whatever came his way.

He glanced at Neardle as he entered. The turtle animatronic was back in its spot, seemingly harmless. But Luke knew better. He was ready for another night of adventure.

As night fell, he was once again alone in the pizzeria. But this time, he felt more confident. He was ready to face Neardle and any other challenges the night might bring.

Because he was Luke, the night guard. And nothing, not even a mischievous turtle animatronic, could scare him away from his duty.

So, as the night settled in, Luke took his position in the security room, his eyes on the monitors. Ready for another night of action in the pizzeria.

And as the clock struck midnight, Neardle's mechanical eyes started to glow once more. Another night had begun at the pizzeria. And Luke was ready for it.

Because he was not just a night guard. He was Luke, the guardian of the pizzeria. And he was ready to face whatever the night would bring.

So, as the pizzeria stood silent in the dark, Luke kept watch. His eyes alert, his heart steady. Ready to face another night of adventure.

Because he was Luke, the night guard. And he was not afraid. He was ready. Ready for another night with Neardle, the turtle animatronic.

And as the clock struck one, the pizzeria was once again alive with the sounds of whirring animatronics. And Luke was there, watching. Always watching.

Because he was Luke, the night guard. And nothing, not even a mischievous turtle animatronic, could scare him away from his duty.