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The Virus had barely been noticeable in the beginning. It had been small things that had gone unnoticed by both Moon and Sun in their shared body: a small headache here, a moment where Moon would go completely silent before acting like nothing had happened...things that the two daycare attendants had waved off without a single glance.

But then things started getting worse: their connection became more static and disconnected, and Sun could feel his lunar counterpart drifting further and further away with every day that passed. It was becoming harder and harder to feel Moon’s emotions and thoughts, becoming harder to communicate with him as Moon slipped away from his reach. And the times Moon DID talk were weird, almost like a glitch was affecting his communication with Sun, like a border getting in between them.

But then, when things couldn’t get worse, Moon started fighting for control. Pushing, forcing Sun back into their headspace for long periods of time, so long that it hurt Sun to stay back there, shoved so carelessly to the side...all so Moon could do as he pleased while he ignored Sun’s pleas for him to stop. Moon didn’t care anymore. Gone was the kind and calming nighttime attendant Sun had once knew and loved, and was now replaced by someone who was violent and aggressive, who hurt everyone that crossed his path.

Moon started hurting wet floor bots.

Started hurting the staff.

Started hurting the children.

It was absolutely horrifying, having to be forced to watch as Moon cackled in glee at the blood that dripped from his hands, having to watch as Moon hurt them all so badly that Sun wasn’t even sure they were ever going to wake up. The only light of the situation was when his connection from Moon was cut off completely. He couldn’t hear Moon. Couldn’t feel Moon. Couldn’t see what Moon was doing anymore. Sun was alone. All alone.

...So very, very alone.

Of course, just because he couldn’t see what happened, didn’t mean he wasn’t forced to deal with the aftermath...it was agonizing to finally be able to slip back into control every night from Moon’s rampage, only to be met with the sight of bloody bodies surrounding his feet, with blood covering every inch on his shaking hands. He would scream so painfully and would cry every time at the sight of all those poor, innocent people who had been killed at the hands of Moon, he would shout and yell at Moon for what he had done, even if he knew Moon couldn’t even hear him...but that didn’t stop him from feeling so angry at his counterpart for what he had done.

And what did the staff do about it? They ignored it of course. They ignored Sun’s desperate cries and pleas for help, would wave him off without a second glance whenever he tried to show them how hostile Moon was becoming towards everyone, even himself...he tried so hard to warn them about how something was wrong with his Moonlight. But they never listened to him as always, which wasn’t much of a surprise...him and Moon had always been pushed to the side in favor of the Glamrocks. It was something Sun had always known and accepted, but in those days, he had begun to hate the Glamrocks more than anything.

But pretty soon, the staff was forced to listen to him when things went from bad to worse.

The kids started going missing. Parents were worried sick and complaining, sending in thousands of complaints about Moon, so many that the staff began putting up generators all around the Daycare and surrounding the play structures...and Sun was given a new rule during the Daycare hours: Keep the lights ON. Always. No matter what. And for a while, Sun listened: he warned the kids about the lights, told them that it was best that they stayed away from them, that Moon would no longer be taking care of naptime as of now. When the children asked about Moon, Sun would change the subject quickly, would distract them with a game or craft or anything that would keep them from mentioning Moon...it just hurt too much to think about what Moon was becoming.

He missed Moon. He missed the snarky and sarcastic attitude Moon always seemed to have around everyone, and yet would always be so calm and gentle towards him and the kids. He missed the silly voices Moon would always make during the stories he told during naptime. He missed the sweet and soothing lullabies Moon would sing to the children and Sun to lull them into sleep. He missed the loving whispers Moon would murmur to him, missed the praises and compliments that Moon would give to him whenever he was having a rough day.

He missed his friend. His partner. His other half. His soulmate. His light. His reason for living.

He missed Moon more than anything in the world. And even when Moon would hurt everything and everyone, even when Moon fought for control and hurt Sun, and even when everything seemed hopeless...Sun still held onto the last string of hope that was keeping him together. That small hope that his Moon was still there, waiting for him with open arms.

But he was wrong.

One day...Sun lost control. Watched in horror as his grasp on the control slipped away, allowing for Moon to take over their body. He remembered screamed desperately for Moon to leave the children alone, even though he knew Moon couldn’t hear him. And then...there was a small light in their dark and empty headspace. One that allowed for Sun to get a glimpse of what was happening outside, and for a moment, he had foolishly hoped that this meant his connection with Moon was coming back; that his Moon was coming back...the sweet, gentle nighttime attendant that had been the sweetest and most precious soul in the whole world.

But what he saw finally made him realize.

His Moon wasn’t coming back.

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What was going on?

He had been stuck somewhere...whether it was his and Sun’s headspace, or something entirely different...it was all just so...purple. Glitching in and out and fading around him like some sort of warped reality...he didn’t know how he had ended up here. One minute he had been laughing and talking with his Sunshine in their mindspace, and the next, he was being pulled away and shut out from his communication with Sun. He tried so hard to reach out, to get back to Sun...tried desperately to tell Sun that everything was okay, that everything was alright...but he couldn’t. He didn’t know what was going on. All he knew was that he wasn’t controlling his own actions...and that he couldn’t talk to his Starfire.

He hadn’t thought that what he had brushed off as minor headaches and blurry vision could turn into something as dangerous and big as this. He hadn’t thought that it would ever make things this bad. He hadn’t thought that this...virus(?) controlling him would make him go as far as hurting people. This virus started out simple with it’s physical aggression: he would rip up and destroy staff bots that roamed by on his patrols, and he would then shove them into his and Sun’s worn down yet still loved shared room. The room slowly began accumulating amounts of broken bots and metals, which he knew Sun probably didn’t appreciate (and neither did Moon), but at least it wasn’t anything major. Just short bursts of aggression and violence...both of which Moon was sure he could get fixed.

But then, whatever was controlling him got worse...instead of just hurting and breaking staff bots, he began hurting people. Kids. The virus, they-...he began hurting them. And then, things started spiralling out of his control when he began killing adult humans and staff. Killed them with his own two hands as the guilt and horror covered over him just like the blood of their lifeless bodies covered his hands. And what could he do about it? Nothing. All he could do was watch numbly and in horror as he killed people. It was like watching a movie in first person...except he didn’t like this movie. It was horrifying. He had killed all of those innocent people, and had been unable to do anything except watch as it happened. He couldn’t control himself.

And then it got worse. He was losing more and more control and now each passing day felt like watching and playing an old broken record: he saw the same scene over and over and over again. Blood. Screams. Crying. He felt like he was going to go insane from how many times he had heard and seen all the horrors he had done. The only thing that brought him some relief was that it was just adults he had killed...not the children. Though, he could faintly remember taking some children to this...white rabbit lady every now and then. Watching as the poor children were taken away, their lost and confused faces being the last thing he ever saw of them before they disappeared into the dark shadows of the Pizzaplex.

...they never came back after that. Maybe he really HAD been killing those children...just not with his own two hands.

He didn’t know how long it had been since the last time he had taken full control over himself...how long it had been since he had access to the real world. Hell, he didn’t even know when was the last time he had ever talked to Sun. 1 day? 6 months? 12 years? There was no sense of time in the place he was trapped in...no feelings, no sensations...nothing. Just the feeling of being trapped and chained in place, being held back by whatever was controlling him...this virus. The virus was slowly but greatly ruining his life...he was so violent towards everyone, towards the children, and they were all becoming scared of him, framing him as a villain and they were the victims...when really he was the victim, subjected to a virus he didn’t want. But no one knew. No one cared. They just did everything they could to keep him away from them...even the little starlights at the Daycare began to become wary of him. And it hurt...so badly.

...

His only light was the fact that he knew Sun was still trying to get to him...because every now and then, he could faintly feel the fluttering feeling of Sun’s code hugging him, though it only lasted for a few seconds. Though, Moon clung to that feeling, to those few seconds, like a dying man clinging to a lifeline. Sun was his hope, his only reason to keep fighting against this...’virus’ thing that had begun to corrupt him. Knowing that Sun still loved him, even through all that he had done, was the only thing that made the pain and guilt tolerable.

But eventually, he lost that too.

Moon remembered the virus pushing him to fight for control over their body, and he remembered taking over as the lights dimmened just enough to give Moon the reins of control. He remembered seeing one of the kids running around and making a mess everywhere, and his naptime protocols had kicked in in that moment...but they had felt wrong. It wasn’t his usual protocols...this one felt more dangerous, more violent and virus-like than the normal gentleness that he usually felt during naptime.

He had giggled gleefully as he had called for his wire and had chased the little kid, a boy that had probably been about only 8 years old, around the Daycare as he ran from Moon.

He remembered catching the boy by the scruff of his shirt and pulling him high up into their air, higher and higher until the ground and kids below became as small as ants, all while the boy screamed for Moon to stop, kicking and fighting against Moon in fear.

“H-Hey, let me go-! Stop, I’m scared!” He cried, but Moon couldn’t hear anything aside from the loud buzzing in his ear that screamed at him to put this child to sleep...

By any means necessary.

“Ñ̵̡̀͗̈́a̸͇͙̋̐ͅụ̵̡̭̙̓̾g̸̜͙̰̬͐̅́h̶͎̩͈̓̅t̴̨͈͂̾͌͛ỳ̴̠̙̉̽̕ ̵̧̦͎̑b̶̥̩̆́o̵̐̂̚͜͠y̷͖̲̏̐.̶̢͖̝͒̈́̉̽͜.̷̡̤͗̀́̑.̴͓̞͋.̷̨̢̻̽̓̾í̶̫̤̦ť̴̫'̷̼͉̓͆͝s̴̹͇̬̱͋̇̍ ̶̧̳͖͐́p̷̟̮̯̩̿a̸̡̛͔̲̽̾s̵̙̾̀t̵̮̙̩̑̋̐͊ ̷͈̀͆̋̕͜y̵͙͔̻̖̋o̷̭̫͕͓͒͝ú̴͇͆̈́̌r̸͙̦̉ͅ ̷͖̈́b̷̛̮̦̫͋̀͝e̴̡̲͒̈d̷̛̦͔̯̀ẗ̶͉̞̘͝i̴̯͉̺̒̄m̵̜̊̃̕e̵̲͒̓~̴̞̟̈͊́̈́ ” He rasped, the forced smile on his faceplate having a more crazed and sadistic look to it as his grip on the kid loosened. He could hear a small noise trying to shout at him, but he ignored it, instead focusing on the thrilling feeling of watching the kid’s eyes widen in fear as he begged Moon to stop.

Moon wanted to stop.

But he couldn’t.

“ Ṇ̵̙̱͛̈́͂i̶͕͎̫͎͗̄̐g̶̬̺̯̃̇͝h̸̢̹͊͛̀ẗ̸͍̈̓̌y̷̩̰̗̣̓̀ ̵͉͖͂̈̒͜N̶̙̂̾̒i̴͔͓͓̼̽̆̕g̴̖͉͓̾̇h̸̳̪͉̋̍̒͝t̸̛̥̥̓.̶̭͍̱̦̋̏͝.̵͓̙̜͔͗͛.̸͎͚͉̒̈́͝ ”

And with that, he let go.

And all he could do was listen to the boy’s screams as he fell farther and farther down, the other childrens’ sobs and cries of terror and fear becoming background noise as the boy finally landed to the ground with a sickeningly delightful CRUNCH.

That’s when the small noise that he had brushed off earlier began to become more and more clear as the virus briefly let in a voice he never thought he’d hear again.

“M̷̢̺͔͓̳̽̇́͘O̸̟̲̫̽̎̕̚͝ͅO̵̡̰̱̲̳̝̾̽̒͝Ň̷̺̓̈͋̒͝!̸̛͈̭̅͒͛͆”

...Sun?

“MOON! MOO̸̧̓̄̅̕N̴̢̹͔̻̿͛͗̕͘,̵͖̜̻̑̆̃͒͂̐́ ̸̰͙̤̼̟̾͊͝S̴̲̞̞͎̻̄͂T̸̡͇̙͈͇̤̺͝O̶̞̳͖͊̎̔͑͝͝P̷̞̤̞̂̊ ̶̥͙̭͓̏̌̄̚͠ͅI̴͕̬̲̾T̴̞͙̿̓̋͑̈͆!̷̧̙͉̹̘̳͇̽̓̎̀́͐̒ ”

How...? It had...been so long...

Moon was forced back in their mindspace, his brief connection with Sun fading as quickly as it had came, and the guilt and pain stabbed at his chest as he heard Sun’s last words before their connection was cut once more:

“MOON, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?”

...

...What had he done...?

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Moon...had killed him. Had killed a little boy. A little boy that had never even gotten to live yet...he had had his whole life ahead of him, and Moon had just...taken it away. Just like that. It had been one thing to see the bloody bodies of adults and missing posters of children, but to have had actually seen and watched one their own little starlights get killed so easily with front row seats? It had been agonizing. He had been hoping for a glimpse of his connection with Moon returning, to be able to talk with Moon and see and hear what he was doing...but now, he wished he hadn’t seen anything at all.

“No. No no no no no...” Sun whispered, trembling as he lowered himself down to the ground using the wire, staring at the bloody head that was pooling onto the ground. He stood there for a moment before rushing over, trying to check if the boy was alright. “H-Hey, you’re g-going to be a-alright, okay?? I-I just need to g-get you a d-doctor.” He whispered with a nervous and desperate chuckle, in denial about the boy’s death, even when he felt no heartbeat. “M-Moon, he didn’t mean to, he-.” Sun trailed off, not even sure how to defend Moon anymore. Moon was evil. He had hurt one of the kids...had...had...hurt them beyond repair.

...

...No. N-No, not beyond repair. Sun would help make the poor little starlight be all fixed up again in no time...! H-He’d make him feel all better again, and he’d be running and playing around again in no time! And once he was feeling better, Sun would NEVER turn the lights off ever again...he’d never let Moon, or...whatever that thing was...hurt anyone ever again. H-He’d protect everyone from Moon, he had to! He-

*sniffle*

The sound snapped Sun out of his spiral, and he turned to see the kids staring in horror and fear, some crying, others looking confused and scared at the sight of blood pooling around the floor around the body...and guilt crept inside of his internal system as he saw the look of fear on their faces. He was so caught off in having scared the children, that Sun barely registered the staff and security members running towards the scene as they began to drag him away from the body. Away from the kids. Away from the Daycare.

Everything after that was a blur. Everything changed.

Complaints and charges were sent shortly after.

The Daycare was closed permanently.

The children stopped coming back.

The lights were always on.

And Sun was forced to stay awake and running, even when all he wanted was to rest...to rest after being pushed around and controlled by everyone around him for so long. But he couldn’t.

Because things somehow managed to get even worse.

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How had things gotten so bad, Sun thought to himself as he silently watched, still and empty, as the place he had once called his home burn around him in the flames that were spreading around him, along with the fond memories and moments he had made in this place with the kids...and with Moon. Despite the burning fire that raged around him in violent bursts, he had never felt more cold than he did in that moment. He was alone. Alone, numb, scared, and cold as his whole world, the only place he had known, burned down to play mat covered ground around him. Although the lights had stopped working about a few hours ago, the flames provided an enormous amount of light and heat, far too much to allow Moon to come out...leaving Sun stuck to sit and watch.

As much as he hated having to be the one who saw all of this, he couldn’t help but feel a bit relieved at being the one to suffer. Although he still couldn’t forgive Moon for all he had done, he could never wish or want harm to come upon his Moonlight...Moon was still his world, whether Moon was still in there with him or not.

And in his last moments, as the flames licked at his feet and burned at his wires, he leaned his head back against the wall and looked up at the ceiling, his broken and melted faceplate being lit up by the flames that licked at his feet, growing closer with each passing minute as he held onto himself tightly. He wished he could say goodbye to Moon one last time...wished he could’ve helped fix Moon and let him live the happy and virus-free life he had deserved. And he wished more than anything that he could go back to the life he had once had...wished he could see the children one last time and listen inside his and Moon’s headspace as Moon sung a sweet lullaby to the sleeping children...but instead, all he could do was use his last bits of energy to send one last wave of comfort to Moon in a desperate and final attempt to say goodbye...one last attempt to reach out to his beloved Moonlight.

“I am so, so sorry, Moon...” Sun whispered, voice coming out as nothing but glitched static and broken sobs as he curled in on himself, watching as warnings flashed across his feed and his vision began to blur and fade away into black as he began to close his eyes, his hands falling limp to his sides as he whispered his final words, a sob escaping from his broken and glitched voicebox.

“...I love you.”

The last thing he heard was the sound of Moon’s voice cutting through the barrier that had been keeping them apart for so long like a knife.

“SUN!”

...

...Moon. Oh, he was glad to hear his Moonlight’s voice one last time...
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SYSTEMS REBOOTING...REBOOT COMPLETE! POWERING ON...

Moon groaned as his eyes flickered open, and he was greeted by the blinding light of the room he was in, causing him to hiss in discomfort as he shut his eyes once more to block out the uncomfortable brightness. Everything felt so bright...where was he? His internal programming was running through his statistics and scanning through the new updates that he hadn’t noticed until now. There were all of the regular things he had of course, such as his optical vision, his voicebox, his auditory sensors...but there were also some new items added to the list: touch sensors, a sense of smell, taste (something he pleasantly surprised with, given Chica had always been the only one with tasting sensors), and even an update on his emotions, something that God knows needed a good update. But...why did he have all of these updates? Stupid management had been neglecting him and Sun for years now, barely even wanting to waste their ‘precious money’ on basic repairs for them...it was what lead to Moon having to learn how to take care of his and Sun’s body with repairs, while Sun had learned to sew and mend their uniforms that had been ripped and worn down after years of never being replaced. After doing everything themselves for so long, it didn’t make sense why Fazbear Co. would start caring now of all times...especially since they had always given their attention and money to the Glamrocks, because THEY were the so-called ‘big stars’ of the Pizzaplex, while him and Sun were nobodies that had always been pushed to the side and forgotten. He had always hated it, especially since he and Sun made a decent amount of money for those greedy bastards! And yet they STILL treated them like shit!

...

And because of their neglect, it had been the reason why he had gotten that virus in the first place...the virus that had made him hurt the most important things in his life: the children, and Sun. If he hadn’t gotten the virus...maybe he would’ve been able to do something about the fire...he had only gotten a brief glimpse of it when he had momentarily broken through the virus in that moment, but it had been enough to make him scream Sun’s name in agony and pain...pain because he was forced to know that fact that his poor Firefly had gone through it all...alone.

The thought made his heart feel heavy, but he pushed those feelings to the side for now...the last thing he wanted was for him to be sad and upset when he and Sun had clearly gotten some updates to their body...advanced ones at that, which he was excited to test out. Not to mention that he couldn’t feel a single trace of the virus lurking anywhere near his systems! This probably meant that he could talk to Sun again, after so long of being apart from his beloved. He felt a grin growing on his face, something else he was surprised by...looks like he had a new faceplate as well. And expressive one at that, much less creepier than the forced smile he had had before. He was sure Sun was going to love it, would probably make all sorts of silly faces for the kids now...the thought made him chuckle, and he felt a bit of giddiness rise inside of him as he sent a message to Sun in their headspace.

‘Sun, are you seeing what I’m seeing?? Those idiots have gotten rid of the virus, AND given us some new updates! Finally, looks like they did something right for once in their damn lives-’ He chuckled, waiting for Sun’s squeals and delighted response to fill up their mindspace...maybe even a little scolding for Moon’s choice of language.

...

A second passed. Then two. Three. Four.

...

No answer.

‘...Sun?’

Why wasn’t Sun answering him? The virus shouldn’t have been cutting off their communication link anymore...Moon’s systems didn’t read any indicators of having the virus inside of him anymore. Though, now that he began to think about it, he felt...empty, in a way. Like there was something missing inside of him, a chunk of him that felt empty and lonely, and the realization of the situation was slowly beginning to dawn in as he frantically searched through his mindspace, desperately trying to find any strands of Sun’s code inside of him. Something, ANYTHING that had a hint of Sun, looking into the depths of his systems.

But he came up with absolutely nothing. Sun wasn’t there. Not anymore. In one last attempt, Moon shakily went over to his diagonstics, hoping to see Sun’s code on there, though he was starting to realize that Sun wasn’t there anymore. And sure enough, Moon’s compiling code read that there was only one AI hosting this body: his own.

...

...They...had gotten rid...of Sun...

They had ripped Sun’s code right out of him, had taken him away just like that without so much as a warning. Moon hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye. Never got to tell Sun how much he loved him.

His sweet, beautiful, perfect Starfire...gone.

Sun had been so much more than just a friend to him. Sun had been his light in the dark. His reason for living. His best friend. His partner. His soulmate. The other half of his existance...his world.

Sun had been the only one to ever look past Moon’s imperfections and habits, had been the only one who had understood him so well, completed him like a perfect puzzle piece. Sun had been the one to protect and stand up for him when staff called him a ‘creepy monster’, had been the only one who had stood by Moon’s side through everything...Sun had been the one to comfort and love him through it all.

And now, he was gone. Erased from every part of Moon except his mind and memories. It was like Sun hadn’t been there at all.

*Drip. Drip. Drip*

The sound of water plopping to the ground along with the sensation of something wet falling down Moon’s face made him reach up to touch his face with a shaky hand, and he felt water welling up inside of his eyes as his vision began to blur with something unfamiliar to him, but his systems recognized the sensation: tears, as humans called them...which meant one thing.

He was crying.

...What was this? Why could he cry now? He didn’t want to cry, didn’t want to look weak when he was already feeling horrible now! Management just HAD to make everything worse, didn’t they!?

He sat down on the ground and buried his face into his arms, unable to do anything but break down sobbing, those stupid tears falling down his cheeks like waterfalls.

Why had they taken Sun away? He had done everything that those idiots had ever asked of him, had put up with all of their bullshit for so long! And what did they do? They took away the ONE thing that made him happy! And now...now he had to deal with all of this...alone. Without Sun’s warmth beside him. Without Sun’s comforting whispers when he had had bad days. Without Sun’s love.

It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t fair that he had lost his everything, that he was left here without Sun. And he hated them for it.

He hated everyone. He hated humans, and he hated staff!

...

...But most of all? He hated himself; because if he had been stronger, if he hadn’t gotten the virus in the first place, maybe he could’ve done something...anything to save Sun. It was all his fault.

“*Sob...*”

He had been the bad one. The one with the virus. He had been the one who had hurt and killed all those innocent people and children...he was the one who should’ve been decommissioned. Not Sun. Not his poor, sweet, beautiful Sun...he had been too good for the world, and now, he had been ripped out of this world because of Moon’s mistake.

And knowing that hurt more than the loneliness he felt in that moment.

He didn’t know how long he sat there, crying like a pathetic mess, but he didn’t care: Sun was gone, and Moon was alone now. Alone and confused, without a single idea of what to do or make of the situation he was in. He was lost without Sun...like a lost ship trying to search for a beacon of light that wasn’t there to guide him back home. He didn’t even know where ‘home’ was anymore...his home had always been wherever Sun was. But now...

Sun wasn’t here at all.

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When Moon finally managed to force himself to get up, he dragged himself through Parts and Service, glancing around at the sight. It was still the place he had hated (and Sun had feared) from before, but it was definitely newer. It had all sorts of more advanced equipment, and the rooms had all been painted to be more welcoming and fun, and if Moon hadn’t been shocked and abused here so many times, he almost would’ve found himself wanting to come in here on his own.

Almost.

When he walked out of P&S, he half-expected to see the same sight he had saw before the fire and virus had overtaken his and Sun’s old body: to see the burning ashes of what was left of their Daycare, to see the shattered and destroyed play structures that the kids had once loved to play on before Moon had gotten the virus.

So he was stunned to see the Daycare in perfect condition, like there had been no fire whatsoever. Not only that, but it seemed to have had some major improvements, from a new Naptime Corner, to some new play structures and toys scattered around, to even a brand new Arts and Crafts area that was filled to the brim with new art supplies and whole section dedicated to glitter glue, something that Sun would’ve absolutely LOVED. Moon found himself chuckling a little, and he was about to tease Sun about how he was probably going to squeal and act like an excited kid once he saw it, but before he could, he remembered: Sun wasn’t here anymore.

His mood immediately soured once more, and his excitement disappeared in an instant.

Things were lonely without Sun. And boring.

Tears pricked at his eyes once again, but he blinked them back this time, wiping his eyes. Stupid tears. He didn’t want to cry again...

Suddenly, the sound of the heavy Daycare doors creaking open caused Moon to jolt out of his silence, and he almost sighed in relief for the distraction. Thank the stars...at least now he had a reason not to dwell on his feelings. Not that he was exactly thrilled to have to talk to anyone but Sun right now.

With a reluctant sigh and a forced smile (something that normal would’ve been easy with his old faceplate, but was now more difficult), he walked over towards the entrance.

And if he could breathe, he surely would’ve forgotten how to in that moment. Because standing in the entrance was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

And the person he had missed the most, more than anything in this world.

“...Sun?”

Moon had never seen Sun before this, had never known a thing about Sun’s appearance from before...but in that moment, he just...knew.

And his suspicions were confirmed when the beautiful animatronic broke into the biggest grin Moon had ever seen, happy tears pricking his eyes.

“Never thought I’d get to hear you again...much less see your pretty face, Moonlight.” He whispered, just loud enough for Moon to hear.

...

And Moon didn’t even think twice before he was running towards Sun and tackling him into the ground.

“Sun-!” Moon choked out, voice close to a near whimper (something Moon would’ve been ashamed of if it had been a different situation), and his breath was shaky and his voice was cracked as he clung to Sun like it was all a dream; a dream where if he let go, Sun would disappear again.

“Moon...” Sun echoed back, holding Moon tightly in his arms as he gently rubbed Moon’s back, soothing him and cooing softly. “What’s wrong My Light?”

Moon sniffed. “I-I thought...you were...y-you weren’t there-!” He sobbed, and he got a sad and apologetic look from Sun. “I know...I’m so sorry, Moony...I wish I could’ve been there by your side the moment I woke up, but you know how management is...” He huffed, before pulling back so he could take a moment to admire Moon’s face, and he brought a hand up so his thumb could gently stroke Moon’s cheek, earning a small violet blush from Moon.

“I already thought you were pretty just based on your personality, but now that I can actually see you...you’re even more beautiful than I thought.” Sun murmured, voice laced with awe and adoration, and Moon huffed and looked away. “...I looked scary before this.” He grumbled, trying to deflect, but that only earned him a pinch to the cheek from Sun, who looked disapproving as he tutted. “Ah-ah...you were beautiful then, and you’re beautiful now...so no putting down on yourself.” He assured firmly, before leaning his forehead against Moon’s. “...Besides, let me compliment you...I’ve missed being able to do it.” He whispered, voice taking on a sad tone that made Moon’s heart ache. He looked back and leaned his forehead against Sun’s as well, their eyes meeting.

“...”

“...I’m didn’t mean to do any of this.”

“...”

That was the moment Sun had promised to himself.

"I know."

He was never going to let anything hurt Moon.

"I know..."

Ever again.