Victor didn't often venture into the Daycare. He didn't often have a reason to, which he found astonishing. When he'd first seen Sunny, the animatronic was a walking red flag. Hyperactive, obsessive-compulsive and, from what Toby told him, bipolar by design. How they thought having such a robot handle toddlers was a good idea, Victor didn't know. If they wanted to act like The Mangle never existed, that was their business, but he wasn't about to let it slide.

But days of looking through reports, asking around and his own observations didn't turn up a single incident of the robot being damaged or him damaging anything/anyone else. While his light, lanky frame wasn't nearly as tanky as the other animatronics, the mildly disturbing level of flexibility of his design and enhanced stabilizers made him almost indestructible. His limbs could be bent or twisted in just about any way without consequence, and if he was ever shoved over or dragged down, he'd just roll out of it and back to his feet like a parkour master. So, by all accounts, the chances of the Daycare Attendant becoming a deranged monster driven mad by abuse and neglect were slim to none.

Despite his whacked-out personality, Sunny was perfectly safe. As was his "other half", Moon, though there appeared to be an issue with his system that caused the huge amount of protocols Sunny generally followed to the letter didn't quite rollover when Moon did his thing. Now Moon of course knew the protocols and usually chose to follow them even when the glitch occurred. But as Victor found out early on, when it was after hours and he was dealing with an adult, Moon could get a little…confused.

"It's past your bedtime…"

Like right now.

"I'm thirty-two, Moon; I don't have a bedtime," Victor replied as he pried open the breaker box located at the back of the Daycare behind the desk used by the human attendants. It was a sight to behold.

Glitter, craft glue and fingerpaint everywhere . He didn't know the story behind it, as he was only here because the mess was driving Sunny crazy, but he was sure someone was getting fired over it. The whole reason Sunny had called him was because he knew the box could be dangerous and didn't want to touch it, yet someone had let some kids get to it.

The only thing was that, for safety's sake, Victor had cut the power to the Daycare so he'd be free to scrape and scrub.

"That's not healthy; everyone needs sleep."

"I sleep just fine," that was a lie, but no one needed to know that.

"...Irritability is a sign of sleep deprivation."

The creepy voice was a bit too close now, so Victor decided to deploy his secret weapon: a small but stupidly powerful tactical flashlight.

"GAH!"

"I'm not 'irritable', Moon. But if I was, it would have nothing to do with sleep. It would be because some idiot didn't do their job, so now I have to clean up the mess they left behind."

"Maybe they didn't get enough sleep? Work performance suffers when you don't get enough rest…"

"Does it look like my performance is suffering, Moon?" Victor asked as he brought out a small paint scraper to take care of the dried glue.

"Not yet," Moon admitted, "but if you don't maintain a good sleep schedule…"

"I don't need this right now, Moon," Victor said as he shined the flashlight over his shoulder.

"ARGH!"

For whatever reason, Moon just couldn't comprehend the concept of a night owl. Even pointing out that he himself operated exclusively in the dark didn't help.

"Remember why I'm here; YOU called me."

"Not me ; the Fool …" Moon grumbled.

"Are you two fighting again?"

"...There was a child. Asleep for Nap Time like all the others…until she wasn't. Woke up in an unfamiliar place. She cried, which woke the others. They cried, too. The Fool blames me."

"That doesn't sound like Sunny," Victor remarked. "There's more to it than that, right?"

"..."

"Moon…"

"...When the children started crying all at once, I…didn't know how to handle it. That's never happened to me before. I panicked, turned on the lights. Left him to deal with it alone…"

"Ah, so he has a reason to be mad at you."

"...Yes," Moon conceded with a sigh.

"Sounds like I'm not the only one here who has something he needs to fix."

Moon said nothing and Victor was allowed to work in peace.

For all of five minutes.

"Goddammit!" Victor hissed at the congealed nightmare inside the breaker box. "I thought this paint was supposed to dissolve in water?!"

"I think you need a break," Moon's low, "soothing" voice cooed from an uncomfortably close proximity. "Maybe even a na-AAAAHHH!" the animatronic jumped back as he was blinded once again. "Please stop doing that!"

"You stop that , I'll stop this."