Moon hisses at me to touch nothing, none of his things. How is it he ever worked with kids? He's as friendly as a street cat.

We spend maybe an hour in the same room, his patience runs out. Then me and Sun are cleaning together.

"That new body is much better. Uh-wait-now that your body isn't ruined did you..want to have a different name?" Ever nervous shaky voiced and considerate. What name would I go by? Ruin suits me well enough.

"I wouldn't have any idea what to call myself.." Sun hums in agreement.

"Yeah, we are not calling you Eclipse.." Nor would I want to be called something similar to that hate filled idiot.

Nothing particularly special happens while we spend time together.

At one point I take a peek at the date which sends a pang of dread crashing through me..nothing else really. It is comforting to be able to do this again.

Clean the daycare.

While partnered with Solar I'm told to, once again, clean things. Do I seem like another Sun? That is mostly intentional.

"You made that body..?" Solar asks without looking up.

I drop the cloth I was holding. "Ah-well-mhh, I am unsure..if I got it right. I can fallow blueprints. I think it came out pretty well."

He pauses. "..You can fallow blueprints?" It was more an out loud thought than a question.

Perhaps I should clean the cloth itself..it is dirty.

"Are you sure you remember nothing from when you were..infected?" Oh, I made sure I forgot what I didn't need.

"Still...nothing.."

I'm beginning to wonder how this place remains open, there have been no customers. The theater is close to abandoned, save for the animatronics who use it. Truly, how does Fazzbear stay open??

"..We could watch something." I turn to Solar.

"I've not seen a great many movies, shows, ect. What do you recommend?" Gah-I asked the stereotype question.

He snickers lightly, I must've made a face. "How about I surprise you?"

One of his arms..moved less.

At last I slip away from an attempt to pair me with one of the ones I don't know, back to the arcade. Staying focused is hardly an easy task with all their talking.

I spend less than a few minutes behind the counter when I hear someone approaching. "Apologies I was in need of some quiet to.."

I do not come face to face with Solar. In fact, it's actually Eclipse. "HelloRuin.."

I can't even begin to use the alert button before I'm slammed into unconsciousness. Hopefully my face plate isn't broken, again. I suppose that's a silly thing to hope..torture doesn't tend to keep one's body intact.

This could make Moon less suspicious of me. Then again, that's a bit of a stretch.

Once my systems come back online I find myself in a dingy small room? It's more akin to a closet. My arms and legs are unchained. Surely the exit is blocked by some kind of tech. He's not that thoughtless..?

"There's a barrier...you won't be able to escape that easily." His white pupils shine in the darkness.

"..what d-do you..want from me?" He stalks closer.

"I Want to know why you made me." Good distraction.

The shrinking distance begins to make his face more visible. "What-? I..I can't even fix an arcade machine, I-I think I made it worse honestly.." I back away from the confirmed barrier, straight into the wall.

It really is a small room.. "If you didn't make me then Who Did?? Why am I alive?" His voice wavers.

"..I think you could use s..some therapy." It'd do wonders.

"I Don't Need Therapy!" Right..yelling I Don't Need Therapy will convince the person you kidnapped you are mentally sound. Mhm.

"I'll get what I want from you..You will tell me why you made me..or I'll BReAK YOU." His strong belief that I made him makes me wonder. Did I make a mistake?

I stare fearfully up at my kidnapper shivering against the wall.

I...

My mind tries to convince me that I'm back. Back home. In the hands of the Creator..even knowing it's a trick my mind is playing on me doesn't change my reaponse.

My newly fixed body..ruined again.

Ignoring my overwhelming panic from torture bringing back memories of my home demension, I can't help but ponder a solution to being broken so often.. Perhaps I can find a stronger materiel, I could make my skeleton into a less vulnerable configuration? Magic wards to keep it whole? Give me my own healing-"What the hell are so distracted by?!" I don't need to feign my fear response.

Ah right, I'd nearly forgotten. I truly must've been distracted. How embarassing. He pulls slowly at what must be his favorite arm cause it's hanging on by a wire by now. There's no helping the scratchy mechanical whine the I make.

Our Creator made us to feel pain and scream. What sick lunatic would do that??

"I'm becomig bored of this..." He must not've wanted a response since he leaves before I can answer. Which gives me time to review the damage. Truly a enthralling task...

Will I have to break free of my prison myself?

...What a useless thought. I can't let myself get sidetracked. If I am to accomplish my goals I need to leave this place and gather the parts for..ehm.. I really ought to give it a name, at least for ease of reference.

Otherwise it'll be called by it's perpose or ability-AnD tHaT's JuST bOrINg.