Sammy wiped his tears away. "What do you want?"
"I can help you" the old robot insisted. "Are you on the run?"
He sniffled, "yeah."
"I'll let you live here."
Sammy was suspicious. "What's the catch?"
"Either you live in the storage room, or..." the robot paused. "How good are you at standing still for hours with only five minute breaks?"
This old and rotted animatronic didn't even know his name, but knew he can stand still for long periods of time? "Yeah."
It left for a few minutes, then returned with a box of robot heads and handed a bear, a chicken, and a pink and white fox head. "Wear one on your head, and the other two on your hands. I'll just call in and say you're a new attraction. Animahydra. Perfect. You can be stationed" it pointed to a little spot close to the main doors "there. I'll have the tour guides updated about you and a plaque created. You can hide here, so long as you don't move."
Sammy took the three heads, skeptical. "You said I would have five minute breaks."
"There are five minute intervals between tours. In thattime, you can rest, change position, whatever."
"Wha-" a bell rang suddenly.
"Opening time. For now, go in the storage."

Sammy hated the storage room. Pieces of scrapped robotic machinery littered the rusty floor like old memories. And he never liked old memories.
The bunny bot told him that he'd be one of the attractions and gave him the three heads. Looking down at himself, he didn't look like an attraction. He just looked like a sad inky fuck.
Some of the parts that littered the ground were whole. The torso of a purple rabbit. The arms of a cute yellow chicken. The legs of a brown bear.
"So let's give them a real attraction."