Pinprick red eyes.
"Oh now now, what was his naameeee? He was different."
Avery.
The lights go out in the Plex every night past 12am. Dim with only the neon graffiti lining the walls to assist with the smallest bit of nightlight. Sun knows Moon only just has to do his security patrols. He is one of the main features of the lockdown protocol after all. He dreads it all the same of course, Moon is unpredictable.
Light off. The transformation takes barely a second. The rays shrinking one by one into his faceplate, body going limp but stiffening at a certain point in a slouch while his body flicks to blue and glow-in-the-dark stars flash onto the fabric to line his baggy blue bottoms. The left side of his face is dark, the only thing visible in the pitch-black is two blinding red dots. The right side is a crescent moon. A few tiny cute craters here and there that could be mistaken for freckles along his cheeks. He's intimating all the same however as he towers above everyone. His nightcap is the final piece to the puzzle, and it sneaks upon his head in a smooth fluid motion while the fluffy star at the end wobbles a little from the sudden movement before resting in place. Rises the moon.
The only thing that is different from tonight, is that the Moon blocks out the Sun completely.
Sun is blind.
Avery.. He still works here, and tonight it says his shift is organizing endoskeleton parts and pieces down in the warehouse. Moon and Sun both have access to most of the Pizzaplex's systems, with only a few restrictions. Of course Moon must know the schedules and such of workers during the night to not mistake them for intruders.
Moon skulks his way forwards a little, outside of their room towards the balcony, and hooks himself up onto the wire. He's not going down. He's going up - into the air vents. The occasional thump is heard throughout the Plex above anyone below.
Avery is taking apart some of the defective endoskeletons and other random robot appendages, determining whether the parts are still usable, or junk. He's sitting at a plastic table, held up by two thin black metal legs closest to him, while the rest is attached to the wall. There's a lamp above him, shining just enough for him to make out the tools he's using to magnify and study the parts he removes from the damaged mechanical suits hung up on the wall adjacent to him to the right. Recycling is good for the environment.
Removing some fans from the decommissioned Roxy torso that was replaced Fall of last year, he dusts them off and places them into one of the dozens upon dozens of boxes on his left stacked onto large shelves, some needing a ladder to get to the taller layers. He gets to some eyepieces. For these specific parts, he must use one of the many devices hung up on the wall in front of him to test if it's still working properly, and not completely useless. The tool for testing and diagnosing eyepieces is a tablet-like device with a large control panel on the side, half the size of the screen. Plugging it into the small port at the back of the eyeball, the device boots on and a few loading bars jump around from left to right before the screen turns on to show the view of the eye, like a camera live feed.
Avery moves the eye around, testing its light adjustment by pointing it at the lamp. Focusing, by swapping it between a few different points and observing the initial blur before it focuses. He eventually points it towards his face, as usual, a box appears around his face confirming the facial recognition software is working. Although.. there's a box flickering above him as well. He slowly moves the screen towards his face, and notices farther back into the room, it's flickering around two small red pinpricks, slowly rotating. Slowly jolting. Slowly increasing in size.
Jumping out of his chair. The lamp is unplugged as its cable along the ground running into the floor socket is ripped from its power source. He trips, and falls, and cuts a gash into his face and shoulder from falling into one of the sharp, metallic exoskeletons that shake and clank like heavy windchimes in the breeze.
He settles.
Moon lands with an intentionally loud thud in front of him.
The air is noticeably colder. Avery feels it on the open wound that's started to bubble with tiny droplets of blood and drip down the side of his right cheek and arm, soaking fabric.
Moon doesn't say anything. The only noise is clicking from him occasionally adjusting his head, turning to the side slightly. Observing.
Avery is laid backwards, held up by his left forearm, his right arm resting across his torso. Legs slightly curled under the 8 foot tall animatronic which has been crouched down, staring up at what still seemed to be at least a meter and a half above him.
They lock eyes.
"You promised." He growls. His low clicking took longer to settle than usual, static rippling through the air carried by his cold aura.
Avery's heart is racing. His gut drops at the vibrations caused in his chest from those two words.
Moon knows this. However, it's not enough however to satisfy his need for revenge. For him, For Sun.
Avery tries to adjust himself backwards, then up a little. The movement was a mistake. Moon lunges forwards, long fingers wrapped around Avery's throat, pinning him to the ground. They wrap all the way around, meeting his thumb, and he squeezes.
"Y-You can't hurt me!" he struggles to gasp out. "You-you will be.. fucking- decommisioned!"
"S-stop!"
Moon doesn't let up. "Little rulebreaker. Rulebreaker. Mmmmmh.." The hum evolves into a low chuckle. "You broke your promise, and said such a naughty wooord~.." Moon's other hand grabs his injured shoulder, squeezing into it.
Avery winces, Avery screams. No one else is working tonight besides security guards, and Moon knows exactly where they all are. The warehouse may not be soundproof, but the man in his grasp is as helpless as Sun was that night.
Moon moves slowly, closer to Avery's teary eyes. Only as he opens them for a second does Moon begin to speak. "Mmmmh.. what do you think is going to happen if you report me, Avery? I do not reap such consequences as normal workers do.. nonono…" He giggles.
"You.. if they don't fire you then and there.. Nothing will happen. To me, that is.." Giggling. "If you're somehow in this building by tomorrow, mmmh~ that is where you will stay until they find your corpse under the rubble."
Moon hasn't moved an inch, only tightening his grip when Avery tries to look away.
"It's impossible for their perfect little animatronics to seek out revenge.. To hurt someone without a malfunction, yes.. We cannot make mistakes, only the ones who worked on us last do. And who worked on us last, Avery?"
"Confirm that you understand." Rolling the words into a hum, making sure to add an intentional staticky filter to it, Moon drops him back onto the cold floor.
Nodding.
"Yes or no. Confirm."
"y-.. Yes."
Moon throws him to the wall. Not enough to kill him, but enough to really hurt. Not that he would really care either way.
When Avery comes to, the ringing in his ears has died down enough to hear the faint chuckle and clanging through the air vents above him. He stays there until 6am, and leaves without a notice, careful to not shift his movements enough to cause his broken ribs to hurt any more than they already were.
"M-Moon?" It's 6am, and the lights have turned back on. Sun's rays pop out one at a time, his yellow glow shining again.
"What.. what did you do? Oh, nonono.. It was so quiet. Why did you do that? What happened..? I-I don't like being in the dark! Couldn't you hear me?
Moon is silent. He's not a very good liar, so he doesn't even try.
Sun whines. "What did you do?"
He's in the middle of the daycare, between the two giant play structures. He needs to get ready for the day, but not before going through the work schedule due to a sneaking suspicion.
Everything seems normal, besides Avery.. not having a schedule anymore. Sun knows. Moon knows.
Sun drops to the ground, criss-cross applesauce with his faceplate in his hands, grasping rays as his systems overheat.
"Moon.. Why did you do that? You-you-you.. you didn't have to. You didn't have to! You didn't have to!" Silence. Sun ducks his head a little lower in response to the bubble building at the back of his throat. If only he could cry.
He doesn't ask any more questions.
But.. he does notice the curious new schedule of an employee with a name he hasn't noticed before today.
Y/N.