Moon stared in the mirror, fists clenched at his sides. Who the fuck had done this to him?
It-it's not that bad, Sun tried to reassure him in their headspace. It could be worse, they could've taken your hat.
Moon growled, punching the mirror and shattering it. "Whoever did this is gonna fucking die," he growled, marching out of their room and down the hallway to the theatre.
He'd woken up from rest mode, clothes missing, dressed in some depraved adult costume—a leotard with a bunny tail and a bunny ear headband, little shirt cuffs on his wrists, and high heels on his feet. He'd screamed so loud he woke up Sun.
M-Moonie, you don't have to be that drastic, Sun said. You look cute in it.
He glared internally at his partner. Don't, Sunny. I hate this. Why would they do this? Who the actual fuck thought this was funny?
Sun quieted, drawing back in their headspace. Moon was angry right now. There was nothing they could do to help.
Moon connected his wire to his back, moving swiftly through the plex. The more time that passed the more uncomfortable he felt in his own skin. He felt exposed for the world to see and he hated it. He slowed to a stop, sitting on a beam high up in the rafters.
A hiccup escaped, and then he was sobbing, folding his arms around his knees and tucking his head in as oil leaked from his eyes.
Oh- oh, Moon. I'm so sorry, Sun said, pressing close to Moon's code in the closest thing they could get to a hug. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I did earlier. This isn't funny at all. It's stressing you out.
Moon nodded, leaning into Sun's code as he continued to sob. He wasn't sure why exactly this was so upsetting. He didn't know if it was the idea of someone touching him in his sleep, the idea of someone undressing him, or the costume itself. It was probably a combination of all three. He knew they didn't have parts down there, none of the animatronics did, but it still felt wrong. It was something he'd taught the kids not to do, that doing something to someone in their sleep was wrong and could be very upsetting to the person. He'd had to stop kids from drawing on another kid's face in their sleep once and he'd scolded them pretty harshly. Thankfully they never did it again.
That was a long time ago though. Long before the virus had ever been a thing and long before he and Sun had been hurt by the staff. It was a much simpler time back then, being the daycare attendant instead of security. But he wasn't that anymore. He was simply security now. And that was all he was ever going to be. He would never see the children again. Not after all that he'd done to hurt them.
Maybe the costume upset him because he felt reduced to some adult play thing. He hadn't been allowed to see the kids in so long. He may as well have become an adult only toy. At least no one had ever tried to force themselves on him. The sharp teeth, as fake as they were, and lack of functioning mouths or parts down there dissuaded any potential predators from pulling that sort of stunt. That and the fact that Moon was large enough to snap their neck, even if he couldn't due to the safety measures in his code.
They'd been added there when his and Sun's roles were switched, to keep what happened with Sun from happening again. And unfortunately, Moon had to bear the brunt of the overdone safety measures, landing in parts and services more times than he could count simply because he couldn't use force on intruders or even defend himself.
The virus had started breaking down those walls but he could never be grateful for it. It had hurt people, and he couldn't even remember the majority of what happened. It was just one day things were like normal and the next, he was waking up, claws sunk into the neck of someone he had loved, blood dripping down his arm. He'd screamed that day, the day he "woke up". He would never forget how she looked, lifeless eyes staring up at him and body unmoving. He couldn't forget it, the images burned into his memory banks.
It was the first time he and Sun had been able to communicate with each other in years, the first time they had formed Eclipse in years. They shared that awful memory.
But just as quickly as he'd woken up, the virus had taken hold again, until finally a little kid had set him (and the others) free and the virus was gone for good.
Sun hugged him tighter in their headspace. Don't think about that right now, they whispered. Moon hadn't realized he'd been talking aloud, murmuring about their past. Just take deep breaths, darling. In…and out. In…and out.
Moon forced himself to breathe in through his vents, following Sun's guiding words to help him calm down. Slowly, the shaking in his body stopped and the images faded. The virus was gone. He was free now. Had been for months. It couldn't hurt him anymore. He wouldn't hurt anyone anymore. He had Sun back, and they still loved him, despite everything he'd done.
Finally, he calmed down, internal fans slowing down to a normal speed after having jumped to the highest setting during his panic attack. He never used to get panic attacks. Or anxiety. Being switched to security after Sun was taken off had left deep wounds in him, made him a shell of his former self.
He wiped the oil leaking from his eyes on his hands, wincing internally at the stains it left. Great. Now it looked like he really had gone and murdered another animatronic.
He sighed. He still needed to figure out who had done this and ask them where they put his clothes. So with a groan he hopped off the beam, heading for rockstar row. It was only 3 am so the glamrocks should still be in their rooms.
He was planning to go about this calmly but as soon as he got there and heard laughter coming from Montgomery's room, the anger flared back to life. He had a feeling he knew who had done this but he still went from door to door, dragging each animatronic out of their room.
Roxanne and Chica were unsurprisingly both in Chica's room. Chica squaked loudly at her make out session with Roxanne, eyes widening in surprise at seeing Moon's outfit. Roxanne snickered as he dragged them both out, dumping them unceremoniously into the hallway.
He went to Freddy's room next. "Attendant Moondrop?" the bear asked in surprise.
"It definitely wasn't you," Moon muttered, but dragged Freddy out anyway.
He approached Montgomery's room next, not bothering to knock before entering. The gator and Bonnie both looked at him and burst into laughter. Moon glared as best as he could with an unmoving mouth, sneering internally as he saw the bottle of vodka between them.
His eye twitched. "You," he growled, grabbing them both by the throats and lifting them off their chairs. They stopped laughing, struggling in his hold. "Where. Are. My. Clothes." He squoze their throats tighter at the last word.
"Woah woah woah," Freddy said, stepping into the room and approaching Moon with his hands up to show he meant no harm. "I think we all need to calm down and talk things through. What exactly happened?"
"These filthy degenerates changed my clothes while I was sleeping, dressing me in this repulsive costume," Moon growled, voice crackling with static. "This outfit is not fitting for a childcare animatronic," he hissed, glaring at Freddy.
"I understand, Attendant Moondrop," Freddy said, taking a slow step toward him. "But I need you to put them down. If you cause damage to them, management will not take kindly to it." He spoke his words slowly, as if Moon were a child.
Moon growled, wishing he could properly show them how angry he was, but his static smile remained the same. His eyes darted between Freddy and the pair he was holding by the throats before he finally sighed. It wasn't worth it to get scrapped over minor damage to the stars of the plex. If he was going to get scrapped he wanted to do something grand and truly worthy of decommission. He threw Montgomery and Bonnie to the ground, figuring that would help get a little bit of his anger out.
They huddled together looking up at him with wide eyes. He scoffed. Typical. People were always afraid of him. He leaned down, getting in their faces and they hugged each other tighter. "Tell me darlings," he said, fake politeness dripping from his voice. "Where. Are. My. Clothes."
It was Montgomery who finally spoke up. "We're sorry, we're sorry!" he sobbed. "Don't kill us, we didn't think you would get that mad."
"Tch. You're not worth the effort it would take to kill you. Just tell me where my clothes are," Moon said, standing back up and examining his claws as if he was bored.
"They're in the vent, in your room!" Bonnie said quickly.
"Thank you," Moon said, making sure to make it clear he was being sarcastic. Then he was retreating back into the hallway and calling his wire back down.
"Oh!" he said, fake sweetness in his voice, turning around to look back at them. "I almost forgot…" he reached down, slipping the dark red high heels off his feet. "Here's your fucking shoes back!" he yelled, dropping the fake sweetness as he threw the shoes at them, hitting them each in the face with one.
They yelled in pain, protesting the treatment. He merely flipped them off and then connected the wire to his back, heading back to the daycare.
"It's official, Sun. I fucking hate them," he said once they were back inside the daycare.
Sun stayed quiet as he reached into the vent above their bed, pulling out his clothes. He grumbled to himself some more before finally realizing that Sun had fallen asleep in their headspace. He sighed, anger softening. He pet their code gently, careful not to wake them.
Unfortunately, the lights had other plans. They switched on and he cursed, groaning as he was pulled back into their headspace and Sun was forced to the front. They fell to their knees, Sun groaning as they slowly woke up.
"Fuck that hurt," they muttered, pressing their face into the pile of pillows that served as their bed.
Finally, they looked up, noticing the clothes that Moon had dropped. "Oh! You found your clothes!" they said brightly. "Er, why are they all dusty?"
They were in the vents, Moon said. Montgomery and Bonnie put them there. Apparently they're the ones who changed my clothes.
"Oh," Sun said softly, looking down at their body. They were oddly quiet and Moon pressed closer to their code.
What's wrong? he asked.
Sun jumped, a startled yelp escaping their throat. "O-oh, nothing! I just…I think I might like the outfit." they said and Moon could feel how embarrassed they were.
O-oh. Ok, he said, surprised. He sighed. Well, I mean, if you like it, that's fine. As long as you don't force me to wear it.
"Course not, Moonpie," Sun said, hugging themself and nuzzling into his code. He relaxed against them, purring. They began cleaning up the mirror he'd shattered earlier, holding up the biggest piece in front of them so they could see how they looked in the outfit. Their internals heated and their fans went faster. "Oh…" they said softly. They hadn't expected to like it so much. They ran a hand down their chest and stomach, feeling the satin fabric under their palm. "Oh my…this is nice," they murmured, sighing contentedly. "Moonie?" they asked hesitantly.
Hmm? he said, stirring in their headspace.
"Do you mind if I hold off on changing outfits? I'll change back before the lights switch off, I just…really like this," they said, fidgeting with their hands as they went back to cleaning up the broken mirror.
Uh, yeah, that's fine, Moon said, surprised by Sun's request. He watched as they continued to clean up, putting all the mirror pieces in a box to be taken down to the trash later.
He did have to admit, from what he'd seen of Sun in their reflection, the outfit did look rather nice on them. Something kept bothering him though. Why was Sun fine with the outfit—more than fine with it really—but he'd felt like clawing off his own skin while wearing it? It didn't make any sense to him. Everybody seemed fine with the outfit except for him.
He decided it would be a thought to explore another day though as tiredness overtook him. The panic attack mixed with the rage had worn him out and he was exhausted.
He pressed into Sun's code and they gasped, flinching. He didn't pay much attention to it, simply nuzzling into them. "
Night, Sunny, he whispered. I love you.
Sun leaned back into him. "I love you too, Moonpie."
With that, Moon finally fell back asleep.
