A yellow fluorescent light above hums deafeningly.
For the first time in what seemed like forever, the door's locks disengaged, and slowly, it opened.
In she walks, and the door closes behind her with a mechanical click, sealing the room from the outside.
Sun sits up from the safe little corner he's tucked in, abandoning his drawing on the moderately clean metal floor he's tried so hard to keep decent enough to rest paper on top of. He puts a hand against the torn up padded wall, ending halfway and transitioning to metal closer to the ceiling.
He turns his head as his body stays stationary, jittering a little while his rays spin with curiosity.
He could hear exactly who it was from her footsteps alone, but he was still recovering from the unknown of who would enter after the initial jarring clang of the door unlocking.
His blank white eyes seemed to glow as he looked up and over towards the door. She brought him more coloring pencils and paper again.
He decompressed, and began turning his body, being careful not to tangle the wires connecting him from above. "..For me?" His voice questioned, static and muffled as she hadn't quite tuned his voice yet.
She nods, and her warm smile is so much friendlier than his static one - the permanent grin on his faceplate that he couldn't move an inch. "Mhm, I'm gonna work on getting you a few coloring books too."
She slowly makes her way to the animatronic, lowering herself to her knees a foot or two away, holding out the supplies.
Sun inches forward, and his large fingertips brush against hers as he retrieves the papers and pencils, and neatly returns them to his pile he's worked so hard on.
She admires the new artwork Sun has strewn against the walls of the room. "..Are you doing okay, Sundrop? What was your favorite part about today?"
He lights up, his body language expressing what his face could not. "O-oh, I.. drew very many flowers, yesyes. Do.. you think they can be all of the colors?"
She looks over to the camera, the red dot flickering, pressing her for time. "Yeah, all of them, Sundrop." She sighs. "Can I have some coloring pencils and a piece of paper, do you think?"
He looks back from his stack, and stares at her. He slowly reaches back over, and hands her paper and a couple of pencils. She picks out the red one, and quickly draws a red heart, coloring it in while asking questions.
"Anything abnormal recently? Have you noticed any visual artifacts, or trouble processing anything neurologically? Can you tell me what this picture you drew is?" She points to a sun over a couple of trees taped to the wall among dozens of others.
He answers accordingly, and she returns the paper she drew on along with the pencils. He holds it close until she asks for another piece of paper, but this time, without any pencils.
She asks a few more questions regarding his motor functions, problem solving skills, and general bare functionality, to which Sun has no problem answering. Cognitive milestones have been reached at an accelerated rate with each update he's been given. He should be learning on his own, anyway. That's how they explained the base program besides his personality profile to work - self learning. She just wishes they'd allow her more time with him. It's not healthy for him to live like this.
She finishes folding an white origami flower, without its stem, which Sun watched attentively as he responded to her questions. She smiles, and hands it over to him. He holds it gently, and studies it in his lap next to the heart she drew for him.
She finds hope in knowing that even if she can't help him now, his memories will be wiped just like the rest when this is all over. Not an ounce of pain to remember, not an ounce of heartbreak that she hopes he won't share.
He hasn't had much trouble so far, likely due to there not being any maintenance this week. Usually if she visited him for the routine check-up after she submitted physical update documents or anything that required major changes to his physicality, or insanely complex personality profile, there'd be notable differences in his behavior. He'd act far more reserved after the technicians were through, but.. she wasn't ignorant. She knew exactly why.
It broke her heart.
She breathes.
"Hey, so.. I have some good news, okay?"
Sun perks up, eyes unglued from the pretty little flower and heart in his lap.
She dons a hopeful half-smile. "..I.. might be overseeing maintenance soon. I'll be the only one that has any say in what they do to you, okay?"
His head turns a little to the side, and drops back down to the gifts that suddenly comfort him so. "..Oh.. w-will, we use.. the chair?"
Her smile breaks. "..I'll try and.. keep you powered off. I'm already developing a diagnostic program that doesn't require you to be.. conscious.. - on, during the upgrades. Just.. need the confirmation to implement it."
Sun doesn't give much a response, and even his body language is unreadable. He's still.
She hates this.
The code is a mess. Cleaning it up after how it initially arrived was painstakingly tedious. She still barely understands it, and retrieving diagnostic information that isn't via pure signals responding to stimuli or physically interfacing new components while he's.. it's aware, would prove challenging.
She feels sick conforming to addressing them how they're continuously instructed to. Attachment is an issue in this very specific work environment, and she could very easily be replaced if they deemed it necessary.
They'd have to change the whole system to which they progress through animatronic production, which her superiors definitely wouldn't be so happy about. It's bullshit anyway, no other order previously was handled like this, nothing was this air-tight under wraps and robotically regulated. Fazfuck or whatever screwed up the entire system they were accustomed to, stressing out her, and everyone else leading manufacturing of whichever animatronic they were developing.
Just requesting further attributes to Sun's personality profile would require coordination with the design team and a collective document with requests and in-depth descriptions of how he should act, express himself, etc.
She sends the document up to management, and they delivered a hard drive obtained from wherever containing terabytes of personality code, which, after being run through diagnostics and a simulation, if deemed satisfactory, it would be uploaded during the next reload of his software. Just stacking further data onto the massive server which Sun was stored in currently. The physical chips were still being ordered and processed as.. only really the military, government, and giant conglomerates are legally allowed to have such massive but compact storage devices.
Wherever she was working currently definitely wasn't government affiliated nor a giant conglomerate. It was quiet.
Petabytes. No other order of robots or technology was this large in file sizes either. She'll find out where it comes from eventually. Some day.
She shuffles on her knees a little closer. "..Once I do figure out a way.. I think I want to give you a new faceplate. I know it can be hard to express yourself properly, like humans. Would that be okay?"
She's sure they'll let her, it's more than reasonable given Sun will have to interact with children. Facial expressions would be important to convey himself and have children not find him so.. eerie. She's only worried if she'll be successful in changing the system for him, and maybe for the others.
His blank white eyes and unmoving mouth stare at her. His voicebox answers without a readable difference in his entire body besides his rays retracting a little as he speaks.
"Will it hurt?" He caresses the paper flower's petals between his index finger and thumb
She pauses, silent.
"..No, not after I can figure out this.. damn program."
He looks away, static smile falsifying his almost constant inner turmoil.
"..Language."
The side of her cheek lifts just the tiniest bit in a faint smile before dropping. Charming, but agonizing.
She's the lead of Sun's development. She has some say, but not enough. Time restraints and stupid by-the-book checks that her superiors do - which don't even make sense because they have no fucking idea what's going on down here.. It's just.. so tiresome. Nights upon nights awake and at work, bags have formed under her eyes.
She wasted too much time. The intercom beeps, and Sun flinches.
"Please report to administrative immediately."
She clenches her teeth, and pushes herself up onto her feet.
Sun adjusts himself forward, suddenly springing back to life with the gifts safe and secure in his hands as she stands and begins to turn away. "..Will.. you be back soon..? Will.. a-anyone else?"
A knot forms in her stomach, and it drops once it's done tying.
"..I'm not sure. But.. I.. don't think you'll be alone for long." She looks over her shoulder. "..We just got finished with developing the fundamentals of another animatronic. I think you'll have a friend soon. You won't be alone.. ever again."
Sun inches a little further away from his corner towards her as she takes a step towards the door. He's desperate, suddenly overwhelming curious at the best news he's heard his entire time being alive. "..F-friend? Not alone? P-promise?"
The door unlocks, and she opens it. "..I hope so."
Sun shuffles on his knees closer in desperation, almost next to the chair in the center of the room. His hands hold the flower and heart close to his chest. "Promise?"
She swallows in attempts to loosen the tightness in her throat as she holds the door open behind her, looking back at him.
Sun waits in anxious, heart breaking anticipation.
She begins closing the door, looking away as she squeezes her eyes shut as much as they will allow.
He whines. "Va-"
The door clicks shut, and locks seal the frame.
Moon savored you in the seat next to him. He wanted to caress your arm or feel your hair, but the likelihood of waking you was too great. He'd settle for holding your hand as you rested.
Moon is still, and his mind wanders. He thinks of his time with you, he thinks of when you and him first met. He tenses, and lets the memories play out. Not like he'll ever be able to shake them off anyway.
All he wants now is to keep you with them.
He retreats further into his thoughts as Sun rambles in their headspace about how adorable you are next to him, and how sweet Moon is being. Moon doesn't need to answer Sun when he frantically tries to guess what the surprises he was teased about were, Sun is content with just being heard.
Although Moon isn't so focused anymore. He's sinking.
What you and them have is so very fragile. What you have is so out of your control. He needs to secure being with you for good - your safety, no matter what.
He'll burn down this building if he has to. He wants to dig deeper into the Plex's online systems, far further than he's ever needed to, just so he can find some way to promise himself that no matter what, you will always be together.
Charging, perimeter boundaries outside of the Plex, trackers, remote overrides. He'll dig through his own consciousness to remove anything that would leave him out of control. He'll find a way, no matter what.
As impossible as that may be.
Nothing will take you away from them. He'll guarantee it.
He calms, and looks down at you leaning into him.
Humming a lullaby ever so softly, he savors the warmth of your hand in his, rivaling his naturally cold atmosphere.
He just watches you, and hours pass as Sun quiets down before him, fading into a lesser conscious state that they really do not understand all too well. Sleep?
Moon's humming quiets, and he lets his mechanical eyelids drop, and the white glow fades from his pupils.
The click of the lock echos across their headspace. Louder, louder, louder.
They both surface in a panicked response to the sudden noise filling all of their senses. So very loud, they thought they could feel the vibrations.
Dread and panic flood their systems as Sun desperately calls out to Moon in a glitched cry of fear and anguish.
"M-Moonie! W-w-what.. was.. oh.."
Moon quickly collects himself, hoping the jolt didn't wake you.
All Moon heard was the clicking. Sun begins to recall his dream, taking a little longer to recover.
Before Sun can explain, you squeeze Moon's hand as you adjust yourself and slowly wake.
You stretch a little, and look up to Moon with half-lidded eyes. "..Mmh..Hey. You okay?"
He doesn't know how to respond. He stares for a couple seconds longer, and you let him take his time while you stretch a little bit more.
"..Don't.. know. Think Sun had a very.. bad dream, again." He stares down at your hand, avoiding your eyes. "I woke you. I'm sorry."
You stretch, and adjust your hands to wrap around his arm next to you as you lean into him, pressing your head against his shoulder. "..You're both okay, ri-.." You yawn. "..Right?"
He hums. "..Give me a second."
Sun is frantically apologizing in their head. "..O-oh, s-sorry, sorry, I.. bad dream.. I.."
Moon comforts him. "..It is okay. What was it about?"
Sun pauses. He allows his thoughts and recollection of the dream he just had to be shared with Moon.
"Her."
Moon sighs externally, and returns to Sun. "..I wish she would've promised."
Sun recalls the weeks he spent alone, only being met with technicians who did him such harm. It was forever until someone returned, and even longer after that he was granted an actual answer to the question.
Moon turns to you, looking down into your soft little eyes that reflect his snow-white glow. "We're okay."
"..Are you sure?" You squeeze his arm a little tighter, playing with the ribbon around his wrist - the same one that he removed from your neck yesterday.
Moon uses his other hand to envelope yours at his wrist. Studying ever ounce of you, he notices the incredibly faint drawings Sun made on your arm, almost entirely washed away in the shower last night. "Yes, we are okay, Limelight. It happens."
"Often?"
"Somewhat."
You stretch your legs to the chairs in front of you a little and breathe in, exhaling a yawn. You retrieve your arm, and check your watch. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
4:06am.
Moon is silent for a little longer than you think he should be, so you turn, to look up at him above you.
You slowly reach for the bottom of his faceplate, and cup it. "..M-Moonie, We don't have to if you don't wanna. I.. if it'd make you feel better, I would be more than oka-"
"It is very.. bad. It will upset you."
You sigh, eyes hooding and warmly just, studying him. Every detail that you adore so much. "It might.. but. I want to know. I want to help. I want to make you feel better."
He turns away, looking off into the empty movie theater, and your hand releases its grip as he pulls away. "You don't have to do this for us, Starlight. It was only a bad dream."
Your hand hovers for a second before you trace it up onto his shoulder and down his arm, soothing him. You skip over the bells and ribbons, and meet his hand where you hold it. "..Yeah, but.. it comes from somewhere, right? You two don't have to be alone anymore."
He pauses, and turns back to you. He stares deep into your pretty little eyes beneath him. "Are you sure? You don't have t-".
You stretch a little over the chair, and lean your head into his chest. "Yeah, I'm sure. I'm here to listen.. at the very least. I don't.. I don't know if anything I do would help, but.. I'll listen."
He pauses, not able to word himself quite the best. "..Do not hurt. For us. Please. Everything.. is all over. It is okay now, okay?"
You pull back and look up into his eyes. You squeeze his hand. "I'll always worry for you guys, but, yeah. It'll be okay."
He's hesitant, but, after a couple seconds of working up the courage, he turns away, and begins. He has trouble finding where to start.
He's only vague to a certain degree.
They were supposed to have their memories wiped. Sun was the exception.
Moon told you bits and pieces of what Sun had to endure, and what Sun could recall him being put through. The neglect, the abuse, the absolutely heartless treatment of animatronics which were mentally indistinguishable from living humans.
They didn't tell you about her though.
There are plenty of things they'd rather you not know, disregardless of how much it'd hurt them, or how much it'd hurt you. Moon is afraid, he especially doesn't want you to know of what he has done - what he did of his own free will. Not even Sun knows with how much he used to keep him in the dark. No amount of regret, and no amount of the pure love you've shown will change how cold he used to be.
At least Sun's mistakes largely consist of carelessness and his glitch. Excusable.
They share their equal parts of suffering and remorse, but this is certainly an excruciating part of their life which they had no control over. Nothing to regret. Nothing in their control. Blame that pointed opposite of themselves. Only, and just how much it hurt.
Just how long they spent there. How many changes they went through - how pieces of them were removed as they watched and felt it all, as they felt every single agonizing second of it. How Moon was disassembled and fused with Sun. How they needed them conscious for system diagnostics to actually send information which would be unreadable and cause inconvenience otherwise.
He begins to speak with a little more clarity, no longer mumbling quietly as he opens the flood gates.
He sighs, releasing your hand and returning his to his lap, balling them in a fist. "They.. transferred Sun from his room, into a larger one.. with me. They left his drawings." Including her gifts.
"He helped me, when we first were introduced. He helped me so.. very much."
It was terrifying being switched on for the first time. It was terrifying being in a real physical environment. Alive.
"..But.. but when they returned us, after fusing us, everything was gone." Including her gifts.
She never made them any more.
His voice box descends into static. "T̶h̷ey disassembled me while I was still.. awake. They only shut me off after collecting.. the required information that my diag̶n̷o̷stics were recording, for every ounce of my bod̸y̴ which they removed."
It was the first time they saw a human cry. You'll probably be the most recent.
He doesn't remember the pain, but Sun remembers his pleas before they silenced both of them.
She melted them together. It would take many further operations to complete and clean up the transition, but she wouldn't be the one performing them.
Sun watched the entire process in the chair next to Moon, strapped down and helpless. She never explained to them why she did what she did. She never returned until the very last day.
Moon feels a knot in where his stomach would be. He's felt many times before how Sun did when they destroyed his friend without explanation, but it never hurts any less. They loved each other, and they were helpless as Moon was torn apart by the only person in that cold, dark facility who seemed to care about them both besides each other.
The last time they saw her, was a day before their transfer to the Plex.
His voice is more gravely than usual. He's stiff as he stares off into empty space, far from your eyes. "..We weren't aware of being linked until being told so, nono. Sun didn't believe them, and.. and neither did I.. We missed each other s̶o̴ much."
They eventually sensed each other, and learned how to communicate. Agonizingly slow. They missed being able to hold each other and share their drawings. They were both all alone, all over again, for so very long.
"I only felt.. echos of his pain when they operated on him.. my Sunny."
He pauses.
"And eventually, real.. real shockwaves of elect̸r̶i̷c̴ity which they coursed through my body when I was out and disobeyed."
He tried to do something, anything, so many times. As long as wires were connected to him, he couldn't do a thing.
"I.. tried once to hurt them, but.. destroying the light as soon as the door clicked, a-and it was supposed to switch on.." He's almost.. whining. His voice sounds tense and pained as he speaks. "It didn't work."
You lightly run your fingers over his baggy pants, your heart growing heavier with every word he speaks. "..Y-you can.. stop at anytime, Moonie.."
He doesn't respond, and you only notice a slight shake of his head before he resumes. He continues his almost automated flood of agony he can finally express to someone besides Sun, and vice versa.
He's never talked about this aloud. Neither of them have opened up to this degree, not even close. It was so normalized. It happened, what else could they do but try and move on?
Despite suffering finding them despite finally being allowed to leave.
"..I'd rip.. tear out our wiring connecting us to the ceiling, in an attempt to loosen their control.. They only let me out in the chair after that. Helpless.. helpless."
Sun has been sharing his memories over the time they've been together in the Plex. It brought them a little closer, but it caused Moon to grow so very cold. So full of rage. Dangerous, and cautious.
"..I only even know this from Sunny letting me look through his eyes, through his memories. I wanted it, wanted.. to know.. but it didn't bring me much relief, no.."
The only ounces of happiness they felt in the facility were weighed with each other, and rarely with her before she forced them to share the same body. She cared about both of them, despite how much she hurt them.. at least that's what they hope. They're still not sure how much she actually tried, but, regardless. Relatively, she was the nicest.
They don't understand why she infected Sun. The confusion is sometimes more painful than the actual agony. They don't know why, and the line is so very blurry.
He sulks, and is quiet for a couple seconds. "..Sunny.. has it the worst. I can't remember everything, but he can.. He wishes.. so very badly.. that they wiped his memory successfully." And he returns to silence.
They told you just barely the half of it all - of everything.
Not how much they just wanted to die. Not how empty they've felt for so long before you. Not how helpless and tired. Not how alone they felt, ironically, especially after being merged. Not how hard Moon tried to escape the facility by absolutely any means necessary. Not how so fucking hard they've tried for so fucking long. Not the specifics of how they resulted in the deaths of Foxy and Bonnie. Not how many more times Sun's virus hurt people and friends he's cared about. Not how much they'd get hurt, regardless of what they tried. Not how much Moon hurt people and pushed them away just because he was afraid of it happening all over again. Not how cold Moon always innately was, and not how much he tried to change that. Not how much Sun used to insist on keeping the lights on when anyone but the kids were around. Not how many mistakes they've made, despite trying their best. Not how Monty had a point. Not how Kieran had a point. Not how Roxy has been justified being so concerned for you. Not how surprised they are that Freddy hasn't checked up on you more often in the past week. Not how unsurprised they are that Wendy and April don't have access to archived reports and footage Moon and management deleted. Not how weird it is for Sun and Moon to see such genuinely kind friends. Not how they have such frustrating gaps in their perfect memories. Not how selfish Moon felt, attempting to keep Sun and him safe, even if that meant they only ever had each other. Not how that was never really enough. Not how weird genuine regret feels to Moon, especially after hurting someone when it'd always feel justified. Not how afraid they still are of hurting, and losing you, and not how horribly selfish that makes them both feel. Not how bad it hurts when you're not with them. Not how innocently anxious they are until you return. Not how they want to keep you with them forever. Not how the safest place for you is far away from them. Not how you probably should've left on your first day when Moon choked you against a wall and bruised your wrists. Not how badly they want you to be happy and safe, even if that does mean being without them. Not how much they're keeping from you. Not how much you'll have to learn all by yourself.
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He buries his face in his hands as the violent storm in their head slowly dissipates
You feel sick.
It may have been a little too early for this.
Your heart is heavy and tears are prickling at the sides of your eyes. "..Moon." You can barely voice his name while your throat tightens and your hands cover your mouth and nose.
He slowly turns to you. He frowns seeing what he's done to you. He reaches his hand over to your face, and holds it gently at the side, hoping your eyes full of agonizing worry would grow merciful.
"..N-No.. please.. It is all over, Starlight. Things are much better now.. thanks to you."
You slowly lean into his hand, and when that's not enough, you adjust yourself up onto your knees, and lean over the armrest towards him. You look into his pretty white pupils for a second, and your heart drops a little further. You wrap your arms over and around him, lowering them to his back so you can dig your head over his shoulder, close into his neck. You squeeze as tears begin to run down your jawline and drip off onto his ruffles.
It doesn't help that you woke up from not-so-great dreams too.
He holds you gently against him, tracing large circles into the small of your back and playing with your hair as you try your best to dry your tears.
You wipe your eyes as you slowly pull back from your mildly uncomfortable position just to hug him. "..Gosh, Moon.. s-sorry. I.. I'm just.. so sorry you had to go through that." Your tummy drops, and drops.
You hold your head in your hands before his large fingers wrap around yours so he can see your face. "It's.. gone. It's all over."
You hum, almost a whine. "..I-I didn't mean to cry so hard over this, sorry.. I'm.. really glad you opened up to me. I'll always.." You slowly reach up to hold at the bottom of his faceplate. "Always.. be here, to listen."
His frown falters a little. "..Like they could take you away from us."
You giggle a bit, wiping your tears away as your cheeks fade from red and eyes burn a little less. "Mh-mhm.. I'm sure you'd have a few things to say about that, hm? I'm not going anywhere, Moonlight."
You pause and look away, still faintly smiling, mumbling under your breath to which he's able to hear. "Silly.. nickname."
"I adore it, Limelight." He adjusts himself to sit up. "You need to eat."
You remember what you were planning a bit of yesterday and last night before heading to sleep, half watching the movie before. "..O-oh, yeah. Uh, hey, I'll be back, but.. I wanna go home, clean up, maybe eat, and run some errands. Do ya think you guys will be okay until I get back in a few hours?"
He hums, obviously opposed to the idea, but looking back at you, it's hard to oppose your sweet little eyes begging up at him. "..Text us.. Mmh.. Lights aren't on. Do you want me to walk you out?"
You nod. "Ya, I'll text you guys, and of course I want you to walk me out, that'd be cute. Just lemme see if Wendy got any of my good clothes in the duffel bag that I'd wanna bring home and change into, okay?"
He leans forward, and literally flips over the chairs in front of him, legs contorting over his head which humans would probably die trying to do. "..Should've taken it up to our room.. we forgot."
You stretch a little, and wrap the blanket over your shoulders as you collect the Sun and Moon plushies he placed in your lap as you slept. "..You don't need an excuse to get me up into your room, Moonie. I'll be up there after I get back anyway."
You notice his white pinpricks reappearing after losing sight of him over by where your bag was sat, a few rows in front of you. He springs up from the chairs, gripping the top tightly and leaning over towards you. "Mmh, I'm very aware, little star. I'll take you if I want to take you."
You giggle a bit as you approach the robot that anyone else would deem scary in this situation. You hand him the plushies and blanket . "Uh-huh.." You pause. "..Do you know if employees have access to the loading docks?"
His faceplate spins, holding the items you gave him. He watches curiously as you swing your backpack around your arm and take his hand, pulling him out of the line of chairs and towards the ramp up to the second floor. "Mmh.. Maybe.. why do you want to know?" He looks back at the wrappers and containers still on the table before turning the corner. He'll clean up after you leave.
You smile in front of him as he slouches and follows, letting you lead him up and out. "Just curious."
He hums, not buying it one bit.
You work through the darkness.
You both stop at the Daycare, and you dig through your duffel bag, grabbing a cute shirt you like, and stuffing it in your backpack for later. Moon leaves the blankie and stuffies near the naptime area.
It's still dark, so you feel your way up to the security desk, finding the little slot you stored Sun's cute little date list in, you pull out your phone. Snapping a picture of the 'tour' list, the flash lights up the room momentarily, and you notice Moon watching you over the desk to your right.
"..Oookay, think we're good to go? I'll print off the pics of us too when.." You look over to where you saw Moon, and he's absolutely not there. You can see well enough in the dark when you inspect closely, but you only saw him when the flash flickered, and he's absolutely not where you left him.
You roll your eyes as you pocket your phone. "Moon? Oh, okay.. guess I'll just walk to the exit by myself." You begin stepping out and through the large wooden doors.
Nothing.
You make your way up the stairs leading to the lobby, slowing a little as you carefully inspect your environment, spinning to make sure he's not sneaking up on you.
Nothing.
You stop at the lobby's gate.
You sigh before opening it. "..C'mon Moon, the suspense is at its peak now."
It opens without your input.
Yeah you expected Moon, or at least him to use it as a distraction to scare you from behind, but..
Nope.
It's Freddy.
He backs up a bit noticing you, not really expecting an employee to be here at 4am in the dark.. but he could guess why.
You don't say a word, but as soon as he notices you appearing behind the rising gate, he greets you in his trademarked dad-bear voice.
"Oh? Hey Superstar! What.. are you doing here so early? Is everything okay?"
You look behind you, still wondering where Moon is at. "Uh.. yeah. Uh."
You don't have a good excuse. Why would you be in the Daycare at 4am? "I.. I'm really invested in this job." You turn back to him.
He smirks a little down at you. "Mmh, well, it is nice having a caring employee for once, especially for the Daycare Attendants."
You continue to look over your shoulder, and behind Freddy, your eyes darting into darkness where Moon might be hiding. "..What are you doing here, though? Aren't you supposed to be.. charging or something? Your battery isn't doing too well I've heard."
His ears drop a little. "..Well, yes. I only really have an hour of battery at a time, but.. I just finished a full charge, and thought I would come and check in on Moon if he is here.. especially after everything that has happened recently." He notices you not maintaining eye contact with him, rather somewhat nervously looking around. "..Do you know where he is, Superstar?"
You giggle. "Hah, yeah. He was.. uh, supposed to walk me out. I think he's just trying to scare me. Dunno where he went."
Freddy hums. "Well, he is playing nice, correct? Have you had any issues.. besides.. last weekend, of course?"
You calm down, and your frantic searching for where Moon might be slows. "Yeah, they've been nice, don't worry Freddy." You pause. "Oh.. Never really got the chance to thank you for last night. I.. don't think the guards would've chilled out if you didn't step in."
He sighs. "..Yes. I did not get there soon enough to see what happened, but, I did not want to see anyone get hurt. Sundrop was not a threat at the time. Reviewing the camera footage revealed Kieran acting quite upset, and I think he was in the wrong."
You smile. "He was being kinda dumb."
You begin to look around again, growing increasingly worried Moon might have run out of battery or something and collapsed wherever.
Freddy leans down a little, and places a gentle hand onto your shoulder. "And, Superstar.." You turn to him and look up into his eyes.
His ears adjust, and his warm eyes and genuine smile fills you with a relaxing comfort you haven't really seen from the rest of the bots, besides Sun and Moon. "Thank you, for Monty.. I know how horrible he was to you, but.. I think he will be okay from now on. I am sorry for everything he caused, but, in case he has not thanked you, I will do it for him."
You playfully roll your eyes. "Yeah, he gave me a little nod or something before we left. Was freaky before that anyway, I didn't wanna leave him like that."
Freddy regains his posture. "Yes.. behavioral suppressants are not the best. The program has been activated before, and it has always saddened me to see him stuck inside of a false personality they forced onto him."
You begin to pick at the skin lining your nails as you build up the courage to ask something. "..Was.. was he always like that? He doesn't like Sun and Moon at all.. do you know why, exactly?"
Freddy's ears drop, and his eyes glue to the floor. "..Yes. It is.. complicated. I miss Bonnie, but I know it is not Sun's fault. Monty misses him too, but, he does not forgive him."
He pauses between points. "Not very many engineers lasted long with them.. before you. Records show they quit, but.. Monty does not believe it."
You're about to ask Freddy if he believes they simply quit as well. You don't like thinking of any other implications, but, it's getting harder to ignore how violent he was with you at first. You passed out as he held you against a wall with broken ribs and bruised wrists. Your tummy sinks, slowly beginning to realize what he's capable of. Your dream that you painted to hide imperfections is slowly fading. What has he done to those before you?
A loud thud shockwaves from behind you, and you can feel the vibrations up to your chest. You almost fall into Freddy before quickly spinning and recovering from your heart jumping after a yelp you slipped out.
You sharply exhale. M-Moon! Gosh.. dude."
He slouches down in front of you and Freddy, his grin widening as his arms rest limp at his sides. "Mmh, easy to scare." He laughs softly.
You groan. "..Yeah, from cheap jumpscares."
Freddy chuckles briefly behind you. "..I am very glad you are getting along."
He looks over you at Moon. "..I came to see if you were doing okay, Moondrop. If there is anything you need, you know I am here."
Moon hums, his red pupils for night vision clearly observe Freddy's genuine smile in the relative darkness. "Yes, doing fine."
Freddy nods, and he looks down to you. "..I must be going now, my battery is getting quite low. I hope Domingo can fix it before the shows this week."
You walk a little over to Moon, preparing to continue your journey to the exit. "Oh, yeah. I'll be helping him out later today after the meeting. I should be able to get you fixed up, I've got a few ideas. Don't stress yourself out too much, dude."
Freddy shifts his feet, backing up a little. "Mmh, I will try Superstar. Thank you."
Your smile for him turns to Moon, and it widens. "Now, if only we can get to the exit without you-" You suddenly press your hand to his tummy, squeezing fingers against it as he jolts. "-sneaking off!" You back up a few feet as take a defensive posture as you playfully giggle, knowing he's not gonna be too happy.
Freddy chuckles with you. "..Ticklish? His.. sensors are quite sensitive."
Moon hums, almost a growl that you can faintly hear vibrating in your chest as he slowly approaches you. Your smile is evil.
You quickly turn your head to Freddy before refocusing on Moon, backing up a little as he draws closer. "Hah, yeah. They're uh, a lot more sensitive than the rest of you guys."
Freddy hums, watching the standoff with a grin, risking his battery draining further for something he's never seen before. Moon, playful and kind with a worker. "..Yes, Wendy helped me understand."
You giggle at Moon only a few feet away now. "Dude, I have broken ribs, you're not gonna do a thing. Let's get going."
He almost growls. "I have a few ideas, Limelight."
You roll your eyes, and relax, taking a step towards him. "Uh-huh. C'mon, I wanna be back before noon." You reach for his hand, and he lets you take it.
He hums, calming down and surrendering the idea of embarrassing you in front of Freddy. "..Lucky Freddy is here."
You roll your eyes and begin walking forward toward the gate where Freddy is watching in amusement. You look up at Freddy. "He's joking. Take care, Freddy. Don't run out of power before this evening, okay?"
You give him a wave as you walk past him with Moon. He turns and begins walking with you until heading off to the right, passing the little oasis display, and towards the maintenance tunnels. "I will try, see you later, Superstar." He smiles and waves goodbye.
You check your Fazwatch on your free wrist, adorned with the cute little stickers they gave you. "I'll contact Wendy and see if I could use the dock, hopefully discreetly."
You gently sway your arm with his, the ribbons on his wrist brushing against your hand as you walk between brick walls and to the Daycare section doors.
Moon's faceplate spins a little in curiosity as his eyes switch out of night vision mode, white pupils looking down at your to observe the pretty colors that compliment every ounce of you. "Why do you need to use the loading dock?"
You look up at him smugly. "Wouldn't you like to know, Moonboy. Maybe if you didn't scare me.."
He groans in mild frustration. "It is funny, cannot help it. Tell me."
You open the doors and he ducks through after you. "Nope. The anticipation is gonna eat you up for a few hours, I think that's punishment enough."
He leans down to your level, head sideways and eyes staring into you. "Cruel. We will get you back."
You giggle. "Sure, if the anticipation isn't worth it, go right ahead."
He growls, frustrated of you getting the better of him constantly.
Eventually, you're down the stairs, past the golden Freddy statue, and nearing the exit. You slide through the turnstiles with your employee badge as Moon simply steps over. The darkness illuminated by faint neon reveals the gates closed, and Moon smiles. "Looks like you have to stay, Starlight."
You roll your eyes as you tug at his arm to approach closer. "I can open it with my badge, dork."
He sulks. "Do you have to go?"
You look back at him with a reassuring smile as you meet the scanner that'd open the gates. "..I'll be back soon, promise. And I promise it'll be worth it. Just gonna go home, get something to eat, shower, and run some errands. I'll get some vids of Mimi and Zoomba for ya too."
Moon's frown really twists your heart. He lowers to his knees in front of you. "You already took a shower last night, Starlight.. and we have the leftovers from yesterday."
You exhale sharply as your chest tightens. "..Dude, c'mon." He's really hard to say no to. "I'll be back." You reach your hand up and scan the badge, and as the large gates whir open, you lean forward and hug him, making sure to squeeze as tight as you can without your ribs stinging.
You pull back, and he's not merciful on you. That fucking.. look.
You hold his faceplate, and close your eyes, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek before leaving.
His grip on your hand is strong, but the way you look back at him is just as powerful. He slowly lets go. You pause at the door noticing something near the golden Freddy statue behind him. You giggle.
"Have fun with that."
He traces your eyes, and his head spins in a 180.
Chica and Roxy are chilling at the statue, watching the whole ordeal. Chica notices you discovering them, and she waves with a smile while Roxy reserves herself in crossed arms.
Moon turns back to you, and groans, looking at the ground before meeting your eyes again. "Be safe."
You nod, and smile. "Make sure to charge, Moonlight."
Finally, you exit with a wave and warm smile, breaching the cold Autumn air outside.