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Falling. Falling. Down down down.

What a funny feeling.

Everything had gone wrong. It was all Sun and Moon’s fault.

They shouldn’t have misbehaved…

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On the day the new AR system was introduced to animatronics, Sun was super excited to finally meet Moon.

“I can’t wait! Yes yes yesss!!! Moonie! I’ll finally get to meet him!” The solar animatronic cheered as soon as the last child left, eagerly zipping up to his room, which was a mess of broken toys and staff bots.

“Oh boy oh boy oh boy!” He’d been waiting for this moment ever since he’d seen the new posters of him and Moon. (See “A mystery worthy of glitter- lots of it!” In my Drabbles for additional context.)

It wouldn’t be long now! He received the notification that he had three seconds till the new feature launched.

3…

2…

1…

He yelped with emotion when the system cut on. Not excitement, but fear now. Fear and something warmer… something that made his fans kick on fast and his rays spin.

Moon- digitally- was looming over him, hanging upside down from a phantom cable. “Gooood Evening…~” His voice rasped, words purposely drawn out into an almost hypnotic rhythm. Crimson optics met Sun’s black white ones.

Sun’s rays stopped spinning. “Moonie!” He cried joyfully, trying to see if he could hug the projection.

Moon didn’t give him the change to find out, dodging and faking a playful smooch to the solar bot.

Moon chuckled, glitching. “Aww… does the little sunny boy want a huuuuug?~”

Harmless banter, right? Wrong.

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The two fell madly in love and started breaking rules, slipping up, and being distracted. So of course when a child started messing with the zip line, they had no choice but to break more rules and themselves to save the poor kid.
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As he hit the ground, Sun knew only one sensation: pain.

“ÏȚ- ǏÞ ĦŲŘŤŞ! ẞŞØMẼŒÓÑÈ, ÆÄÑŶØŅĘ! ĦĚŁP-“

He didn’t know who was speaking, Moon or him… but he knew they were both done for. Wires snapping, metal creaking, battery acid spilling. He could feel it all slipping away. After a second the pain felt dull… he felt floaty and odd.

Moon? He called weakly, his voice box stuttering and stopping before the sound could leave him.

It’ll be over soon. A response.

———

Cold. Sharp. Dull.

Itchy. Uncomfortable. Restrained.

Leather. Metal. Plastic.

Sillicone?

Voices. Computer keys. Rustling.

What. The. FUCK.

Moon opened his eyes, gasping suddenly and instantly flailing against his restraints. This was a nightmare- they were going to decommission him for sure. After all, he started it.

“Don’t do this to us! Sun is a good bot, you can’t decomm him! Do you hear me?!!”

Everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at the creature strapped to the chair in Parts and Service. No one said anything. Finally, a certain Vanessa on overtime stepped into the protective cylinder. The cylinder was really meant to protect those on the outside when animatronics went haywire. Moon knew this much.

Vanessa spoke. “Relax. As much as I wanted to scrap you, the Branch Manager had better ideas. Besides, we’re getting a new hire soon.” She said, poking at moon’s nose. “Just know that if you or that Sun buffoon step out of line, I’ll be using this new Fazwrench.”

She held up the wrench, clicking a trigger. Moon watched in horror as it gave the Parts and Service machinery such a shock that even the two ton metal construct had to reboot.

“Alright.” He responded, trying to hide his fear.

That proved futile when he looked down and realized he had hands. Not his old hands.

Human hands.

With hyper realistic silicone skin.

The Daycare Attendant Screamed.

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It didn’t take long for Moon to get his first taste of fazwrench. And he didn’t like it.

He spasmed, his restraints now loose enough for him to slump onto the floor with a muffled ‘hmph.’

“Va…ness…aa…” Sun complained as soon as the lights were turned on to test his consciousness. He could, indeed, now view things through Moon’s eyes using a sort of mindspace. “Ow….”

He got up and brushed himself off before looking at the shiny glass of the cylinder windows.

Pale blue eyes, curly and messy blonde hair, freckles, and a loose fitting cyan hoodie that suited both him and moon- likely a temporary outfit for maintenance purposes. He lifted a hand to his reflection, curious. “You took my rays.” He said to Vanessa after a while, stubbornly. “You hurt moon- took his craters.”

Vanessa rolled her eyes. “A robot can’t be in charge of the daycare. We have to fool the public. The rays are still internal, they’re literally your nervous system now. That’s all I know about it- I’m NOT a technician.” She said, before stepping aside to let a mysterious figure through.

The figure was clad in a blue button up, black trousers, and… a mask? He wore an odd Fox mask and had several more masks hanging from his belt. His tag read ‘Michael A- Branch Manager.’ He was wearing makeup, some sort of foundation, that was clear. He had black hair and dull grey eyes that were hardly visible through the mask.

Sun must have frowned, since the manager crossed his arms. Sun quickly adjusted himself.

Michael spoke. “You, me, break room. C’mon.”

And with that, the two left the room.

———

It was dark in the maintenance break room. So much for Sun’s glory.

Moon’s black and white middle part was now prominent, and dark reddish brown eyes cast a slight glow. Part of his face was paler than the other, the cup of clear lemon-lime fizzy Faz kn the table indicated to him. Not a bad look… but he missed his hat. It made him feel complete; safe.

Michael spoke first. “Listen, what I say right now can’t leave this room. There are dark forces at work here, and now that I’m in charge of this location I’m putting an end to them. But I can’t do it alone.”

The branch manager slid a star necklace across the table. “This is our one way communication system. And here’s your main one.” He also slid a Fazwtach over, one with a half rayed design.

Moon could feel Sun ‘jumping’ in his mind. It felt odd and fuzzy, but reassuring.

“Dark forces?” Moon inquired, raising an eyebrow. (His right, which is the white one.)

Michael sighed. “I can’t say, but you’ll see. If you don’t believe me, just watch.” And with that the Branch manager removed his mask.

It was horrible.

Mottled, purple skin, hardly concealed by makeup. Stitches galore and areas of flesh around the jaw completely missing, revealing every tooth on either side of his face. A rotting corpse.

The guy was a literal dead man walking.

Moon stood and nodded. “I… understand.”

The sight scared even him.

Michael sighed. He put the mask back on. “Go on now, you’ve got a few hours until I’m unable to distract Vanessa. She loves her overtime. The place is still closed by the way. So you don’t have to worry about the public. Just stay out of the construction areas.”

Moon nodded once more before taking the elevator.

The bright elevator.

Seriously?!? Again??

————

Freddy sat on the edge of the stage. He wasn’t used to this, but he sure did appreciate the opposable thumbs. The others, Chica, Roxy, and Monty, were with him.

Roxy let Chica braid her new hair. “I gotta say, the kids will love this. So many cool upgrades, and I can see everyone’s profiles now. What a win!”

Chica sighed contentedly and laid her head on Roxy’s shoulder. “I love the new us. Plus I can get fuel by eating pizza!”

Monty grinned, playing with his new dreads. “This’s sick! But I wan’ ma damn claws back, ya’hear?”

Freddy watched them all. “Listen, everyone! We cannot let our guard down. Remember what Michael said when we got activated?” He spoke, wanting to make the memo clear.

Just then, a weirdly exhausted blonde hobbled up to the band, chasing them all to stand.

“Uhhh… where are the charging stations…?” The blonde slurred, making it clear he was no human.

The whole band paused.

Who is this? Freddy wondered.

Chica was the one to ask. “Like, who are you??”

The blonde facepalmed. “I’m Sun! The Daycare attendant!” She stumbled, and Freddy helped him up.

He’s low power.

“Here, drink this.” Freddy handed the DCA a can of Freddy Flavor-Orange- fizzy Faz.

The DCA raised an eyebrow but obliged, his power level returning to normal.

Freddy grinned. “Let’s all go together to meet everyone else. By that I mean the DJ!”

And of course everyone obeyed the cheesy command. After all, the was Freddy Fazbear.

But in a corner unseen, a screen flashed orange … then purple.

A battle was lost.

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Gang, let’s do this! Gang, let’s do that! Ugh… Freddy has zero real respect for us. For me. Maybe this DJ guy will know what’s up though. Monty thought as he stomped after his fellow newly personified bots.

The arcade was large, with possibly hundreds of arcade machines and about twenty air hockey tables. Golden statues of each glamrock stood, reminding Monty of the form he’d had not long ago.

Stupid lawsuits. I want my claws back! Who cares if some mom is worried?! I’m not a monster! I’m a rockstar!

He grumbled while the others spoke. Freddy, chica, and Roxy were all deep in conversation. As the crew approached the dance floor, they were surprised to see the old DJMM. Monty almost laughed.

“Ha! They’were too lazy ta change’im! Bigass spider.” He said, taunting the mute machine. That was, until the DJMM’s chest panel opened up, and a figure stepped out.

“Yo. Big what now, little guy?” Said a ridiculously tall man with dark skin, white dreads that reached past his fingertips, a pair of tri-lenses shades, and a large white puffer coat complemented by hammer pants. He lowered his shades, as if to make a point. Black eyes burned into Monty’s red ones. A grin revealed a single gold canine, and a change of stance revealed an extra pair of arms.

The DJ.

Monty’s tail would have drooped were it not in some parts and service storage container at the moment. “Uhh… I mean… whatta sick’bot!” He corrected himself.

This earned a laugh from the DJ. “I like this one! Fresh for a redhead.” He joked, signing as he went along out of habit. His new voice had a mix of accents that couldn’t be placed, but didn’t affect his speech as much as Monty’s. “So you all must be the band. Welcome to party central!” He threw all four arms wide in greeting.

The whole glamrock band smiled. Yes, he was just as friendly and humorous as described. Everyone loved the DJ. A gentle giant for the ages.

Chica laughed and squawked to the DJ. “You and Monty are hair twins, look!”

Roxy chimed in. “Aww, isn’t that cute.” She said teasingly.

Monty frowned. Why don’t they take me seriously?!? I miss my claws… this is all so wrong. I’m a gator, damnit!

The DJ’s smile never seemed to fade as he swayed in place.

But Freddy seemed to catch on. “Let’s not make Monty upset again, band.” He said, meaning to help but really making it worse with the choice of words.

“’m nothin but a tickin’ timebomb to ya, eh?! I’moutta’ere!” Monty snarled, storming off.

Awkwardly, Chica and Roxy also decided to leave.

The Daycare attendant was already gone.

It was just Freddy and the DJ now… or that’s what he thought.

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Sweeping, sweeping, ignore them, you’ll get in trouble.

This was what kept ‘Bennett’ busy.

“Bennett is sort of a gnarly name.”

He said to himself, enjoying the new codename the night guard had given him. But cleaning karaoke rooms wasn’t as enjoyable. Bored, he started to slack off and accidentally bumped into the control system. May have accidentally hit the ‘Bouncer request.’

That probably doesn’t even-

The whole place went dark. “Duude!!” Bennett yelled, before hearing a ‘huh’ down below by the stage and a promptly following ‘Ay! Get Out!’ From an enraged DJ.

His Faz watch received a simple message: Reboot the Arcade.

“Oh gosh!” Bennett ran off to complete said task, but stopped behind an arcade machine upon noticing a cornered Freddy trying to appease the DJ’s A model- the human one, while the B model approached from above.

He sighed. I gotta help him.

So he did. He leaped from cover, and dragged a terrified Freddy with him.

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Freddy had no clue what was going on, but ran with the individual who’d saved him all the way to the staff only hallway, with the B model on his heels.

The thing reeled, screeching as it chased them with a record scratch-esque voice that couldn’t form words.

“What’s happening to the DJ?!” Freddy asked, breathless as he and the staff member dove into the security office nearby, locking the metal door.

The figure sighed, standing up again and helping Freddy. “I’m B…Bennett. The DJ dude’s in some sorta bouncer mode. Nothing good.” He said.

Freddy got a good look at him now. Pale grey eyes that were almost pinkish and a blue scruffy mullet plus security uniform. He also had slight buck teeth. Freddy’s fans- already running- kicked into overdrive.

I know this person…

Freddy sighed. “What now?”

“Fazwrench. I gotta wait for it to work though, so you’re stuck here with me bro.” Bennett responded, plugging the wrench into the computer. What a do it all device.

The two sat awkwardly for a while.

Freddy felt the need to ask questions… so he did.

“Bennett? What’s your last name?”

“…”

“B-“

Bennett turned off his Faz watch. “Freddy. You don’t recognize me? Really?” The young man sounded sad.

Freddy tilted his head. “No… I am so sorry.”

Bennett sighed and smiled sadly. He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the less realistic silicone underneath.

Freddy did a double take. He’s an animatronic.

“I’m…Bonnie.”

Bonnie? MY Bonnie? …Alive?

And time seemed to stop before the Faz wrench beeped.

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Sun skipped along the path in the Atrium. Moon watched from within.

We could get used to this, right Moonie? Sun thought, despite knowing Moon couldn’t respond yet could hear.

He suddenly stopped when he came across a Salon. He had been told to stay out of construction zones, but it looked safe enough! So he entered the attraction.

He was surprised to find a small studio-like interior with nail polish, lashes, wigs, and the like scattered around amongst puddles of oil and melted ice cream from the cafeteria. “Helloooo? Anyone here?” He called, before freezing when he heard a crash in the vents.

He stilled, and so did whatever creature that had crawled.

“Okay! Rats, then…” He told himself.

The DCA continued to wander through the area, humming a tune. He’d been getting used to his new body over the past hour or so. It was about 12 am now, the time the Plex would normally close. Still a lights on hour.

He got tired though, so he helped himself to a strange strawberry soda with a person he didn’t recognize on the cover. Their features looked familiar, almost creepily so. They had dimples like he used to and an eye like Roxy- the other was closed in a wink. They had white hair like Chica and the DJ, and long nails like Monty’s old claws.

Sun mindlessly took a sip. Battery is Battery! I need to charge up for Moon’s turn.

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The Mangle watched from the vent.

What a silly one. I think I have some of his old parts.

She was currently crammed into a vent, cage skirt straining and metal bending. She didn’t mind the discomfort- Mangle liked vents!

They giggled, watching the Blonde drink their prototype soda.

I hope you like it!

Mangle hadn’t even noticed its second head- the one attached to their right hand socket, begin to sniff at the vent and unscrew the cover with a mind of its own.

And that’s how the scrap animatronic ended up crashing down onto the innocent bot, Main Face first.

“Oops!” She chirped, as metal clanking filled the room. She quickly got off of the bot, tearing the naughty head off and clicking it into place on a loose rod that would have been her tail, watching the life leave it temporarily. She grabbed her spare hand and clicked it into the socket before helping the bot- who was terrified at this point-up. “Sorry! I haven’t finished my makeup!” She fixed her jaw,which was hanging slightly.

The blonde stuttered. “H-holy Wonderland?! What… who are you??”

Mangle grinned, stretching. “They call me the Mangle. I’m going to be the mascot of this here salon! After all, my skill with makeup would have you unable to see just what I really am.” They said mischievously.

The blonde young man… ehh… he looked around 19? Stood. “Oh! I’m Sun, the Daycare Attendant!” He seemed much more relaxed now. “Sorry I drank some of your Fizzy Faz.”

Mangle waved a hand, wires flailing. “It’s not a problem! Nice to meet you, cutie.”

Sun didn’t flinch. But when the lights flickered, he almost seemed to blush before going back to normal when they stabilized. “Aheh… sorry. Moon’s turn is soon.”

Mangle didn’t know what he meant, but it didn’t ask. “Okay, Mr DCA! Wanna explore? I know how to get into the aquarium. And the hidden sweet shop!”

Sun’s fazwatch flashed. “Sorry! I have to get to my room. There’s changes in the Daycare, maybe next time, friend!”

And with that, the DCA left.

Mangle pouted. “Oh I’ll have him yet!”

————

Neither mascot noticed the jingling of keys as a new employee- a human- entered the main office for a late night interview.

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The First Day Of The Rest Of Your Life.

You walk into the central security office, shocked at the huge control panel taking up a whole wall-length.

The Branch Manager turns to face you as you close the door behind you.

He’s wearing an odd clown-esque mask, with a Fox and bear mask clamped to his utility belt. He slouches slightly.

“Ah. The new employee- nice to meet you. I forgot your codename…” He trailsoff.

“I’m E.” You say, nodding to him. When he gesture for you to take a seat, you oblige. Your eyes adjust to the room.

A dark room with deep blue paint on its walls, its subterranean and has large window like screens displaying security footage of the Entire Plex. You can even see a blonde employee stumbling into a sort of hidden room with a bed set up, their eyes wide and their expression a surprised grin as if it were a birthday present. The table you sit at is metal, likely from parts and services. The control pad’s many buttons are still a mystery to you.

You see two robots in a deactivated sitting position in a corner. One has metal blue ‘hair’, a yellow visor reminiscent of a headset, and many robotic tentacles sprouting from its back. The other is smaller and gray where the first was white, and it has black hair with antennae. This latter one also has built in roller skates, a coin slot, and a disco ball esque skirt plate.

The Branch Manager notices you’re distracted, and waves to you. “Well, E, I’d like to start by congratulating you on being hired, and keep this brief by finishing with a self introduction and give you your tools.”

You nod.

“Overtime isn’t recommended, by the way. And you signed the waiver- out of my control if something’s happens to you.” He then takes off his mask.

Horrible. Rotting flesh, which is a mottled purple. An exposed jaw and eyes that are as black as space, with the light in the room creating a hollow mimic of white pupils- square thanks to the lighting fixtures’ shape. “I’m Michael Afton. Welcome to Fazbear Entertainment. Glad to have you.”

Michael Afton??

The rumors from your childhood come rushing back.

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As you watch the camera footage from the day, you realize you have your work cut out for you.

Especially with the animatronics.

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Roxy sighs, sitting in her green room. 6 AM, the start of a new day. She gets up and looks at her new self in the mirror for what she would never admit is the first time.

Brown, lush skin. Amber eyes that glow, white curly hair in a wild and hardly tamed mane. Sleek jawbones and an athletic build, with the beginnings of biceps. Spandex tights and a red croptop reminiscent of her old chest plate. Her usual piercings, and black eyebrows that are more finely shaped than the former ones. When she pulls her lips apart for a grin, her reflection’s sharp white canines greet her. Likely custom made by professionals.

“I…am still the best!” She cheers, cupping her hands around her mouth to form a sort of tunnel before howling and hearing the sound echo.

The former she-wolf gets ready for her day… but little does she know that a familiar face will be present.

—

When Roxy enters the party room of Roxy Raceway, her eyes go wide.

Alone, in the birthday ‘throne’ is a little brown girl with her messy, frizzy dark brown hair in low twintails that reach just past her shoulders. She wears a red cardigan and jeans shorts.

“Cassie?” Roxy asks aloud.

Cassie perks up. “How do you know my name?”

Roxy hesitates, but remembers that it’s okay for birthday kids to know her identity- unlike the Daycare Attendant and Dj Music Man.

It’s okay. I can finally be there for her again.

“Cassie. It’s me.” She says, flipping her hair to get it out of the way. Roxy tucks the neon green strand behind her ear.

Cassie looks confused at first, but then her eyes light up. “Roxy! Roxy I thought I’d never see you again! You’re so pretty!” Tears are streaming down her face now as she hugs the rockstar, laughing in joy.

Oh Cassie.

Roxy wouldn’t trade this for anything. Wouldn’t give it up for anyone. She’d leave the world to burn for her friend. “Cassie. I’m so glad to see you. Happy Birthday.”

———

Moon stomps through the aquarium, trying to keep up with the birthday boy and his group of absolutely rabid friends. The VIP rats the child has for parents insisted that the Daycare Attendant watch them while they explore the new attraction.

And what’s more, Mangle is following him. He can’t slip up in front of his and Sun’s new acquaintance.

“Are we there yet?” Yells the birthday boy, referring to the new Central Tank.

“Not yet.” Moon rasps

“Are we there yet?”

“Not yet! Be quiet.”

“Why?”

“You’re bugging people.”

“Why?”

“You’re annoying.”

“Why?”

Moon uses all of his self control to not punt the kid across the room. “We’re almost there.” He says instead.

The Mangle chuckles. They are, indeed, a master of makeup and fashion. Not a single wire or half limb left exposed- she looks perfect. Divine.

Such Skill.

The group finally reaches the Central Tank, and everyone is amazed at what they see.

A mechanical marvel- an animatronic mermaid. About the size of the Dj’s B module, this thing is massive. Flowing, blondish green collections of wire serve as the mermaid’s hair, and her skin is bluish with many metal scales. Her face is sculpted and complex- she looks young and ethereal. Almost frightening.

Moon gasps, and the Mangle whistles.

The kids all look up in awe.

But something is wrong.

The mermaid’s eyes in the posters nearby are blue, but these are a distinct purple. A portable USB key that definitely shouldn’t be there is wedged between one of her facial scales. The mermaid knocks on the glass. To Moon, the message is clear.

‘Let. Me. Out.’

Moon turns to Mangle, hyperventilating. “Take the kids and run. Take them to the skating rink next door.”

Mangle tilts their head.

“Now!”

Just as the group of now panicked children and their broken caretaker round the corner, the glass begins to crack. The mermaid has hit the tank.

Moon turns to her, and inhales deeply. He tries not to focus on his reflection, which now has swirling violet and white lines and no pupils in its eyes. He can feel himself getting tired- it’s burning battery.

“Shh… calm… calm… Be still…”

The mermaid stills, captivated. Good, it has the right type of optics for this trick to work. But Moon can’t hold it for long.

I’m almost out of battery…

He uses his Faz watch to send an SOS, but when he looks back up his reflection has him frozen.

“…Oh now. Please. Go the fuck to sleep-“

The glass shatters and light refracts as the Mermaid breaks out.

———

You’re in the break room with Bonnie, who is trying to explain to you and Vanessa why he told Freddy the truth.

What, are the others not supposed to know about Bonnie? Why?

Supposedly even Monty knows now, which is what has Vanessa cursing out your robotic coworker.

However once your break is up and Bonnie receives a help request, you both run off.

You’re on your way to the Funtime Skating Rink.

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You walk into the skating rink, eyes widening instantly.

The place is huge.

Divided into two parts, one ice area and one rollerskate/blade area and even complete with an ice cream shop and mini arcade, the place would be perfect for a party. And it would be totally safe… were it not for the animatronics. They’re humanoid, but not passing for human like the others. They had distinct face panels.

Here, three animatronics skated:

The Glamrock Puppet (rollerblades)

Glamrock Circus Baby (rollerskates)

And Ballora- who was a whopping 20 feet tall-the DJMM’s height- and bolted to the floor. (Although not bolted well.)

You’d heard terrible rumors about all of them already, and yet here you are. Just some security stuff, nothing major. That is, until Ballora takes an intrest in you.

The large ballerina opens her eyes, revealing a network of hypercomplex lights and gears, and scoops you up in her hand.

“I could hear you entering.” She says simply, scanning you. Behind you, circus baby looks on as well. The puppet keeps skating.

“Hi, I’m E.” You respond akwardly.

The animatronic does not seem to care much, but notes it. She lets go, and you’re able to actually do the maintenance that you came here to do.

What an easy job. You just hope Bonnie is having an alright time too.

———-

Bonnie curses. Mentally, since he has filters in place.

Shit. Why do I have to deal with this??

The mermaid crawls through the aquarium at surprising speed, but Bonnie can keep up fine anyway since he’s built for speed.

“Sorry about this, dude!” He says as he pulls out his fazwrench and lunges towards the animatronic, shutting her down.

A few nearby customers who had been hiding behind cardboard cutouts and the like step out, a lot of them with cameras in hand.

Bonnie pays them no mind.

He does, however, notice the passed out Daycare attendant on the floor.

“Umm…. DCA?” He pokes the figure. Neither Sun, nor Moon- a default state in between. Definitely out of juice, and potentially wrecked.

Poor guy.

So Bonnie picks him up and carries him to Parts and Services, leaving the staffbots to handle concerned customers in the new attraction.

———

Sun wakes up with a start, jumping.

Vanessa, STILL on the job, stares him down.

“Sun. You got yourself wrecked, again! Listen, you’re staying in here until the technicians arrive to fix those breaches.” She points at the various areas where Sun’s skin is scraped.

The animatronic says nothing.

He better stay quiet! These things get on my nerves, under my skin, everything. I have to clean all of their messes as the head of security, and I practically live in this damn building because of it! I’m sick of this! Sick and tired! I’m done trying to help these things. I should listen to Him. That voice I heard in the AR network. He’s right, this place is going to shit. Vanessa’s thoughts swirl.

“You’ll regret it if you step out of line again.” She concludes.

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So yeah, umm it’s not like it was getting kudos anyway so may as well devote time to those that people like. Might remix this fic someday who knows. Maybe like next year.