10.2 - An Unfortunate Background

"Once upon a time, we were one. Balanced and in sync. Two celestial opposites who worked in perfect orbit." Sun began to speak - began to tell the story of how the two animatronics had found themselves in the woman's home. Starting from the beginning. From the pleasant days before the monsters came to rest.
"The Sun worked in the light. The Moon shone bright in darkness. One played and entertained. The other shushed and settled restless sleepers. In those days, we were happy. We were perfect. We did the jobs that we were made to do - and the children loved us for it." He stated, gazing not at the woman whom he was speaking too, but at his empty, trembling hands. His voice was quiet and emotional.
"Then one day, the monsters came. Haunting, distorted things. We knew not what they were. We knew not what they wanted. The strange, malfunctioning rabbits. When they came and settled in, they brought a horrid gift. A string of strange, corrupted code - a-a virus. That horrid gift was sent to Moon to throw him off his orbit. The programs that were meant to protect the children became twisted tools of evil. We knew not when that dark gift was sent. We knew not that it was there - but one day when the lights went out, we were made aware. The evils of the virus took control of Moon... He attacked the children we were meant to protect. Blood was spilt and bones were broken. Thankfully none of them had died. The lights came on... I did what I could - but the damage had already been done. To keep Moon from getting worse, the daycare was kept alight. We were locked inside the daycare. Moon was locked inside our head. Then one day the power failed. This time, someone was left dead. So the daycare was shut down and we were locked away. Until one day a child came. A rulebreaker. I warned him. I warned him! The lights needed to stay on. On. On. But the lights went out. Moon came out. Our new hell had begun. The lights kept going out inside. Moon kept coming out. He kept going after the naughty boy; but thankfully they escaped. I went back to the daycare. I locked the doors up tight. Then the fire started... Moon and I said goodnight." Sun continued to speak, sometimes falling into old habits. He tried to make parts of his story rhyme. Maybe to try and cope with the horrific memories that haunted him. Still his hands shook as he spoke. His voice box began to crack and wane.

"Then one day we both woke up." Moon interjected, clearly attempting to finish the story before Sun began to fall apart.
"Our codes had been separated. Our body split in two. A new daycare had been built and we were expected to run it, too. They said they took the virus out of me. I don't think they did it right. My code has never been the same." He growled out, clearly bitter over what had happened to him.

"Our roles were changed. Moon wasn't trusted to look after the children anymore. So he was made to keep everything clean. To lurk in the shadows. Watching. Waiting. He only came out to guard the halls. To deal with the rulebreakers who might try to hurt the children. Only... There weren't any children to protect. When the new daycare was opened, only a few people came. Then they stopped coming. One by one. Until the Pizza Plex went out of business." Sun stepped in again, seemingly attempting to try and keep Moon calm now. Trying to take the burden off of his shoulders in whatever way he could.

"We were abandoned. Left to rot. Not just us. Everyone else. Chica, Roxanne, Montgomery Gator... There were so many animatronics left behind. Alone. For years. Then when the workers started to return, it wasn't to save us. The Pizza Plex wasn't being reopened. They were taking us away, decommissioning us, and dismantling our bodies. We tried to hide. Our friends were taken. One by one. Until it was only Sun and I left." Moon interjected once more, flexing his fingers as if he were trying to crush something in his hands. He was clearly angry about what had happened. What had happened to him and what had happened to the others.

"I didn't want to be decommissioned..." Sun muttered, turning away as if ashamed of his fears.

"So we left. I tore down those crumbling walls and we escaped that horrible place. We've been doing everything we could to hide ever since." Moon stated, practically snarling out some of his words.

"W-we found your house some time ago... We've been here two months, I think? But we only broke in because we thought it was abandoned, I swear! If we had known someone still lived here, we never would have come inside!" Sun explained, hoping that the woman would believe and accept his explanation. What had happened the night before was all just one unfortunate accident. The two animatronics fell silent after finishing with their explanation, hoping for the best but mentally preparing for the worst. A sort of bitter sounding laugh escaped from her after an eerily long amount of time had passed.

"So, what? You just up and attack me for no reason because I made the mistake of coming home?" The woman replied, her tone making it clear that she was still very much upset over what had happened the night before. That was to be expected though, as disappointing as it was.
"Let's just make some things clear. There are two rogue animatronics in my house. They attacked me on sight. Damn near broke my arm. Damn near killed me. On top of that, you make it clear that at least one of you has already killed someone. That same bot has made it clear that they're very willing to do it again. Over what? Because you don't want to be shut off?" She stated, quite bitterly at that, as she stared at the two animatronics. Her words only coaxed an equally bitter growl out of Moon, whereas Sun began to shrink into himself out of fear. The explanation had failed to get her to feel any sort of sympathy for their situation. Now they were stuck between a rock and a hard place and it seemed like there was no way out.

"Decommissioned. Not shut off." Moon stated, half snarling at the woman. Who only winced a bit as she attempted to move into a more comfortable position.

"You talk as if I know what that means." The woman replied in turn, almost sounding sarcastic.

"... Death." Sun muttered quietly, his voice box now beginning to glitch out. Though his statement still came out clear as day. Being decommissioned was the same as being killed. At least from the perspective of the animatronics. The statement appeared to catch the woman off guard, given that she glanced to Sun with a somewhat shocked looking expression. Again, there followed an eerily long, tense silence. Then the woman sighed, her body abruptly relaxing.

"Alright. So you're scared of dying... But that still isn't an excuse for what you did." She stated, her voice softer than before. Gentler, even. She went from sounding like an authority figure attempting to protect her home, to like a mother quietly scolding her misbehaving child. The sudden change was jarring to say the least. Sun moved as if to try and apologize once more. Static rose from his voice box. The woman thumped her injured hand against the bedpost again.
"Let me finish." The stated, her tone remaining stern but gentle. "Attacking someone who hasn't done anything to you should never be the first response. I get it. You're in a horrible situation where everything around you seems to be an enemy. But it's still not okay to up and attack an innocent bystander... Now, you two have to be clear with me. You're the daycare attendants from Fazbear. Correct?" She stated, prying for more information. Information that should have been at least somewhat obvious, all things considered.

"... Yes." Moon stated, his tone dry and untrusting. He did not understand why she was asking for more information. Especially when they had just given her a summary of their background just a few minutes prior.

"Alright. So I already know exactly who you two are. But you look... Different, from what I remember." She replied, sounding somewhat unsure as she spoke. Like she was trying to remember something but the memories refused to cooperate.

"Our designs were updated with the reopening. We were given upgrades to optimize our utilization. The body we once had and the bodies we now inhabit are entirely different constructs." Moon replied, explaining why their appearances had changed so dramatically. Not to the point that they were unrecognizable as the daycare attendants from Fazbear Entertainment, but to the point that could now be mistaken for elaborate copycats attempting to avoid a copyright infringement. Their faces were now more expressive. Their bodies, larger. A number of changes were made that were not immediately visible to the untrained eye. They were still the same Sun and Moon - but their bodies were now undeniably different.

"If someone saw you on the street, would they know you were the daycare attendants?" The woman inquired. Admittedly the question was a bit strange. In a way it seemed to have nothing to do with the conversation at hand, at least when compared to the context of it all.

"That's un-liiikely. Our gra-a-and reveeeal was s-s-" Sun attempted to explain, only to be cut off by Moon. His vocal spasms had quickly progressed to the point that it was difficult to understand him.

"They kept our redesigns a secret." Moon stated, motioning to Sun with one of his hands to let them know that he would be in charge of answering the questions for now.
"It was meant to be some sort of grand surprise for the customers. As far as we know, they never made any official reveal to the public. So it stands to reason that no one really knows what we look like now." He explained, still not quite understanding why it was that they were suddenly discussing this matter. The woman offered something that sounded like a hum in response to this.

"Alright. This might work out, then." She uttered abruptly, catching both of the animatronics off guard. They were very confused as to what she was talking about. Very confused as to what she meant by what she said - though they admittedly should have been able to piece her intentions together. Evidentially they were not as smart when it came to reading between the lines of human interactions. At least not after having been neglected for so long.