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Sunrise wanders around the Daycare owned by him and another robot named Moondrop, his partner, package deal, other half. The animatronic was crouched as he picked at items that were strewn across the daycare floor, cleaning and tidying up the place after all the kiddies had finally left for the day. Sun sighed, exhausted from the long day of work—and especially taking care of the children. 

Sun loves kids, and is delighted to be the one to take care of them all, but boy—they were tiring. He hums the daycare theme to himself with the work of his artificial voice box, each toy scattered on the floor picked up one by one and put in their rightful place. He heard the footsteps of Moondrop wander in. He groaned internally at the thought of his more toned down counterpart, he didn’t feel like talking to his asshole of a co-worker. 

The sun themed animatronic avoided eye contact and ignored the man who was sitting at the front desk with his stupid computers. “Hey, Sun!” The animatronic called from across the daycare, Sun groaned audibly before he responded with a loud, “What?!” “After you’re done cleaning the daycare up, go ahead and tidy up the GiftShop while you’re at it.” He demanded, typing endlessly on his computer and not even bothering to look up at his energetic counterpart.

“Wh-Wha-What?!” Sunrise stammered, fidgeting with a plastic toy he picked up from the ground that a kid likely lost during the day. “B-But I just cleaned it yesterday! Y-You clean it!” Sun retorted, though admittedly sounded less demanding than Moondrop. Moon pretended to think over the question quietly, a mocking finger against his flat chin.

“Hmm—no.” 

He responded with the usual attitude. Sunrise gripped the plastic action figure in his fist, taking long deep breaths before marching towards Moondrop, angrily slamming the toy on the desk his coworker was sitting in front of, “Find out which kid this toy belongs to tomorrow.” The animatronic grumbled, making sure Moondrop knew he was clearly upset before stomping out of the large daycare doors and headed towards the GiftShop. 

Looking at the displays made Sunrise malfunction internally, Moon dominated more than half of the shop’s merchandise, despite Sun putting in the most effort taking care of the children, Moondrop just always had to hog the spotlight, the worst part? He doesn’t even want the attention!

Sun stares at Moondrops side of the shop, glaring at a certain plushie in the middle. He walked over to it, the GiftShop was in fact already dirty, some misbehaving kids must’ve made their way in here and knocked a couple of the stupid stands down. He grabs the Moon plushie by its neck, a look of distaste twitching on the brighter counterpart's face as he rays spiraled from frustration. He gripped the soft neck of the stuffed toy, pretending it was his co-worker being held between his fists before sighing in defeat.

“Why do you hate me so much?” Sun grumbled as he narrowed his eyes down at the beady eyed smiling toy. He groans loudly, “Answer me you stupid excuse for a daycare attendant!” 

He shakes the plushie, the only noise emitting from the toy being silence, “You used to at least enjoy my company somewhat, but now? Now! You want nothing to do with me! Why is that?” He asks, his tight shoulders loosening eventually and sighing. There was an awkward silence lingering in the air of the empty GiftShop. “Of course you won’t know. Nobody knows.” Sunrise spoke to himself, setting the plushie down and tapping his foot on the purple carpet with an unreadable expression. Nobody knows, that’s a lie. There is someone who knows! Someone he’s worked with before, Bryce Campbell.

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“Can you program Moony to like me?” Sunrise demanded suddenly—his palms slammed on top of the wooden counter, standing awkwardly in front of his creator, Bryce Campbell. “Seeing as you are a robot, you are unable to develop feelings for another animatronic.” His boss says, drawing out his sentences like usual. “Uh, maybe I should’ve been more specific.” Sunrise mumbles nervously.

“I’d like it if he didn’t hate me, you can do that. Can’t you?” Sun asks, wording his question differently in a way Bryce Campbell could somewhat understand. “Moon doesn’t hate you, he is programmed to tolerate you and find you annoying—but to appreciate you and your enthusiasm.” Mr.Campbell explained.

“T-Then why is he so mean? Isn’t that against his programming? Is he overriding your coding?!” 

The animatronic suddenly gasped, “What if he has a virus?” Sunrise panicked, stammering and raving on and on about the possibilities that may be the reason why Moon has been acting off lately. “I will look into it eventually, you’ll just have to be patient.” Bryce replies in a monotone, neatening the stack of papers sitting on top of his desk.

“ Ok , I just want the old Moon back. That’s all.” He sighs, and is dismissed back to the Mega Superstar PizzaPlex.

Bryce furrows his brows once he’s left alone, clasping his hands together as he looks down in thought. Either Sunrise is just really stupid, or very oblivious. Actually it’s both. Bryce opened his laptop and skimmed over Moondrops current files.

The chestplate was corrupted, but it was a virus he’d never seen before. Luave.Exe.

Just as he expected, it looks like his creation has fallen in love with his energetic counterpart. This is dangerous, the more Moon falls deeper in love, the more aggressive he becomes. Bryce stares at his computer screen for a good couple of minutes. Both of his creations possessed this specific virus, and that was a big issue. 

Sun likes Moondrop still, just frustrated by his behavior, and Moon is in love with Sun, but thinks that his coworker hates his guts. How troubling. He heard his door slammed open, and the Lethargic robot showed his face, clearly looking desperate.

“I need Sun to like me!” He asks his creator, pleading practically. This is a weekly occurrence in the office, and Bryce’s answer was always a no. But this time? He may have to make an exception for that. 

“Do you really like them, Moondrop?” His monotone voice lingering in the cold air. “Yes, more than anything!” Moon nods frantically. 

It was silent for a moment before his boss replied to his pleading, “I think we can do that, turn around. I’ll need to plug this into your head.” Bryce held up a red cable, Moondrop without hesitation turned to his back. Letting Bryce do as he pleases with his programming. “Will this make Sun like me?” Moondrop asks, his voice sounding weak. As if this was some sort of last resort.

“It’ll change a lot about your relationship with Sunrise.” Bryce kept his words vague and jammed the cable into the outlet on the back of Moon’s head.

 “And, shutting off.”

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Moon doesn’t hate Sun, but that could very much be debatable based on how he treats his co-worker. The truth is, Moondrop himself is afraid of his own feelings. He’s a child when it comes to love, immature and impulsive. 

It's like that stupid thing mothers say to their daughters when they’re being bullied by a boy their age, “He’s mean because he likes you.” 

  Moondrop remembers overhearing a mother in the daycare saying that exact thing to her little girl after she got her pigtails pulled by some little brat. Naturally that pissed Moon off, but that’d make him a hypocrite if that's the case. He too is mean because he likes someone. A robot known as Sunrise. 

The robotic engineers from above know he tried his hardest to make it work, confessing, trying to improve his behavior little by little. But we all know how that ended. He had begun to grow desperate, even going so far as to go after Monty Gator of all men to settle for second best. But then again, all the other good options were dead now. 

Plus, he didn't want second best—he wanted the best. 

So here he is, sitting in his homemade shopping cart and driving around town in an attempt to find Bryce Campbell for the fourth time this week. He glances around the city, taking a look at each building he comes by. It’s like playing hide and seek with the children back in the daycare. He hides, Moon seeks. 

Eventually after a couple of hours of seeking, he finds where Bryce is hiding. He burst through the doors abruptly, but as expected, the man did not flinch nor blink. Sometimes Moon wonders if Bryce too is an animatronic, he surely doesn’t act human. Moondrop doesn’t even say a hello or good morning and simply leans over his bosses wooden counter and yells desperately, “I need Sun to like me!” Practically reenacting the scene that Bryce had seen for weeks on end. But he didn’t care.

To be completely honest, this was a last resort, and he’s gotten past that point for a long time. Moondrop did everything his robotic body could do, try to improve himself as a person, confess, lessen the bullying, even putting up a facade of kindness. Everything, but Sun was far too difficult to please, what a man.

He was so in love he disgusted himself sometimes, fantasies lingering his head when he recharges, getting oddly happy when the children drew him and Sunrise together, the way his wires overheated upon making contact with Sun’s blue eyes, and how he would allow the robot to completely dismantle him and be perfectly content at being ruined. Eugh.

Now his head is limp and a cable is in the back of his head, temporarily shutting the animatronic off.

This was a lot more difficult than Bryce had initially thought it would be, he spent hours and hours trying to remove the virus to make him no longer infatuated with his sunshine counterpart—but it was no use. Moondrop is the only one who can remove the virus, and it can only be removed if his feelings for Sunrise begin to subside, and yeah—that’s not happening anytime soon. Clearly.

He sat there feeling hopeless as he stared at the pages worth of coding that made Moondrop who he is, grouchy, intelligent, protective, teasing, mischievous, and brooding. But there was one line of code that made him pause for a moment, his blocky fingers hover over the sensitive keys hesitantly before deciding fuck it, and let his fingers dance. Aggressive when in love , Bryce doesn’t exactly feel the aggressiveness as much as he should, rather rude. A bully when in love. 

He’s gotten many reports from Sunrise complaining about the behavior of his fellow co-workers and how shitty they are towards him. Of course Bryce doesn’t bother reading any of them fully, skimming over each paragraph without a care in the world—until something had caught Bryce’s eye awhile ago while rummaging through his mailbox after not checking it for months. Moon has been a lot more of a bully lately. Is what Sun had to say. 

That didn’t sound right, he programmed the Moon to have just the right amount of rudeness towards the Sun. Like a smart and dumb duo, the dumb one makes the smart one pissed off all the time, but despite that—the smart one can't help but (platonically) love the other with all their heart. That made Bryce curious, and the theory that Moondrop was in love with Sunrise lingered in his mind every now and then, but he didn’t actually expect him to actually have this virus. 

But…

Bryce can’t let toxic feelings and romance get in the way of their work. 

These two were made with only one purpose in mind, to take care of children. This isn’t the direction their relationship was supposed to take at all. Who knows what’ll happen if Sunrise somehow begins to love Moon back? Chaos, homophobic parents, the innocence of the children, and worst of all, the loss of revenue. He stares at the screen once he finally stops typing, the aggressive when in love was replaced with violent and obsessive when in love. Bryce devised a quick plan thinking about all of this. Just ruin it, ruin their relationship—ruin their feelings for one another. 

And the best part of this plan, Moon will be the one to ruin it—against his will of course, but hey.  That's just business.

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Moon can’t think straight, all he remembers is going to find Bryce Campbell to get Sun to love him. His movement feels like it isn’t his, and frankly—he was terrified of what he might do. He had a pistol in hand, which isn’t a good sign, he tries to set it down, but it’s no use. He tries to repeat his thoughts out loud, but nothing comes out. Now he is panicking, but he was unable to show it in his face, that was the worst part. No words, no facial expression, he felt like he was watching his actions from a third person perspective. He aimed the weapon at Roxanne. 

Roxanne? Roxanne, he’s trying to take her out to get closer with Sun, he gets it now. Sure, he doesn’t like Roxy that much because she stole Sun from him, but killing the woman seemed a bit extreme, plus—it’d make Sunny upset, that's the last thing Moondrop wants. He tries to lower his arm that was holding the weapon, but isn’t surprised that he also doesn’t have any control over that either.

Bang, bang, bang.

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Moon wanted to crawl in a hole and die, he let Monty hit him continuously with his fast acting knife as he spaced out. Why am I trying to kill Roxanne? Moon thinks to himself, but reminds himself—he isn’t trying to kill her, his body is. 

Does that make sense? Moon didn’t know, and he didn’t care—all he knows is he has even less of a chance to get with Sun. Trying to kill Sunny’s crush and him included? Yeah, he’s totally going to find that hot. He sighs when Monty is done abusing him with his own knife. Bryce Campbell, this is your doing isn’t it? His coding feels out of shape and rushed, that's never a good sign. 

He drags his sorry legs back to the daycare, that walk alone felt like hell. A burden and guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders, “You’re toxic, get better!” Those words that Chica told him earlier got stuck in his head, like her annoying voice always does. But good grief, that shit hurt—and that’s because it’s the hard truth. He is mean towards Sunny.

A lot of his behavior stems from a misconception of romance, but that doesn’t excuse his behavior. Does it? Maybe he needed another talk with Freddy. For a guy that’s as dumb as a pack of puppies, he sure as hell gave some pretty comforting romance advice…that Moon never took, because yes, he’s a lost cause. 

After walking into the daycare, he’s met with Sunrise. They exchange short eye contact before Moondrops eyes awkwardly make their way to his computers, Sun was on the phone with someone, and when the animatronic lowers his voice—Moon knows to listen in. 

“I thought you said you’d make him nicer! You lied to me!” He whisper yelled into the speaker, the voice on the other end of the line made Moondrop pause everything. “Be patient, his coding is in need of a little tweaking—is all.” What do you know? Bryce fucking Campbell. 

Sun’s voice suddenly grows in volume almost immediately, “Patient?! I’ve been patient long enough and I'm sick of it! He’s still the same as ever!” Moondrop felt his gearing tweak in his torso upon hearing that. He isn’t the same, he’s a changed man, but not in the way Sunrise preferred. Instead of a bully now, he was an attempted killer, technically he did change, against his will of course. And therefore, all of this was pinned on the Moon once again. 

And again.

And again.

And again. 

Moon has been getting Sunrise to hate him even more than he did before, and it was all against his will. He didn’t want to kill Roxanne, he didn’t want to give Sun a love potion, he didn’t want to make a clone of him, nothing. Everything was out of his control when it came to Sunny. And he can’t figure out why. It’s starting to get ridiculous. It almost made Moon want to cry, because no matter what he does, he isn’t in control.

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Loathing, loathing, loathing. Sun loathed Moondrop, everything. A killer, a toxic man, and an even worse romantic. Their shared room was an absolute wreck, cobwebs spread around the corners of the ceilings, plushies strewn across the floor that they throw at each other during arguments before going to sleep, and a makeshift palette on the floor made for Moondrop, because hell if Sun’s ever going to share a bed with his co-worker again.

Now that Sunrise thinks about it, maybe sharing a bed was the entire reason as to why Moon was so head over heels for him. That must be the reason Moon is like this now, obsessive, violent, and in love. He can’t believe their relationship has come to this, what happened to the old Moon? 

He was rude, annoying, and a smartass. But he was a tolerable smartass, he made Sun laugh, he made Sun mad, he was the perfect contrast to Sunrise and his energetic self. Now? They’re just different, not opposites attract, no Yin to his Yang, none of that. Just different. 

Sun is guilty of missing Moon, sometimes he tries to gaslight himself into thinking it’s a clone that emerged from the portal down in his lab and replaced the real Moon overnight. But that’s foolish thinking. And here he was, writing another complaint to Bryce Campbell that he’ll likely never read. 

Revenue has gone downhill since these events, parents have been complaining about odd behavior coming from the animatronics throughout the building, and how Sun and Moon have been arguing rather boldly at the most random times in front of the children. Sun needs to put an end to this, soon. But he had no idea how. 

None of the other animatronics are as smart as Moon, and that leads Sun to another suspicion. Moondrop is smart, like, really smart. Yet he always ends up defeated in the most stupid ways when things are resolved. It boggles his mind beyond comprehension, like he’s gotten stupider. All that portal hopping must be messing with his brain. 

He could look into his coding to see if there’s been an error in his systems, perhaps a virus, maybe he’s gone rogue against his strict wall of coding and is making the most of his free will. Whatever the case is, it needs to be fixed. No but that won’t work! Sunrise doesn’t know the first thing about computers, let alone coding of all things! 

He rests his chin on the table and whines, racking his brain on things he could do to fix Moon without using techy stuff. He could pretend to like him back, but there was no way in hell—in a million years he’d pretend to like such a man. He needs to brainstorm something more. Find the root of the issue. His head started to hurt from thinking too much and sighed.

“I need help.” He murmured, already knowing the exact man for the job.

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Everybody is an enemy to Moon due to recent events, Roxanne, well—he was trying to kill her out of jealousy, that was pretty obvious. Monty, he thought Moon’s behavior was out of whack and he needed to move on. Chica, she was chica, the messiest girl in the Mega Pizzaplex. And Foxy and Bonnie, there’s no need for an explanation—Sun has already dealt with the two on his own time. 

Only one person was available that oddly enough, everyone loved. Freddy, based on what Moon said when he first confessed to Sun—he’s a pretty good advisor when it comes to practically anything. And that made him the perfect person to come to for situations like these. 

“Hello Sun!” He smiles, standing on top of the railing on the second floor of the Pizzaplex. “Hey, so Freddy—how do you feel doing me a teensy favor?” Sun asks, being delicate with his tone. Freddy taps his chin before nodding rather easily. “I’d be glad to help a friend of mine!” Sun sighs of relief, “Oh thank goodness! Okay, okay, do you know how to use a computer? O-Or any electronic thingy for that matter?” He asks, desperate for a yes.

“Mhm!” Freddy nods once again, “I read the boss’ book he had on coding!”

“Really? Great, great.. That’s great..” Sun mutters awkwardly, “Could you get down so you can help me with this then? It’s about Moon!” He looks up, waiting for the robot bear to come down. Freddy hops off the railing and lands to his feet, “Moon? What about him?” He tilts his head.

“..It’s—I want to take a look at his programming. I might be wrong, but I think there’s something wrong w-with his uhm-” He looks down to see the robot still not making any sense of his words. “His coding, his coding!” “Why do you think his coding is wrong?” Freddy asks curiously, walking towards the daycare and expecting Sunrise to follow. 

“Moony–eh, Moon has been acting really weird lately, and I don’t think anybody has really noticed.” Sun replies, explaining his worries, “I’m sure a lot of people have noticed he’s been acting off lately.” Freddy quirks a brow. 

“No, no! Not that, I’m talking about his personality, not the things that have been happening recently!” “You think his coding has been tampered with?” Freddy asks while walking in front of the taller animatronic. Sun sighs, “I think so, and I get the feeling I know how. I-I just need to see for myself.” 

Once the two arrived in the daycare, they began discussing how they would look into Moon’s programming. 

“You want me to knock him out?!” Sun exclaims, “He won’t come here himself; we need to connect this to his head to take a look at his coding, and it won’t work if he isn’t here.” Freddy holds the cable up, Sun whines slightly.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” He mumbles, he’ll do it for Moon. 

Knock him out, it’s as simple as that! Ha! Knock out, no problem. Sun tiptoed his way through Moon’s laboratory, trying to discreetly weave his way into the room where his counterpart stored all the dangerous weapons in. “Sun!” 

The animatronic yelped and nearly toppled over, but he tried to awkwardly play off his attempt at stealth (in which he failed). “Moon! Ha—what're you doing here?!” He laughs clumsily. “This is my lab.” Moondrop replies like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and it might as well be. 

“Right, right—of course, y’know I was just looking around the area- oh what nice inventions you have in here- mind showing me a few?!” Sunrise rambled on and on out of panic, and he has no idea if Moon is even buying his innocence. The lethargic animatronic stares at him with empty eyes, remaining quiet and waiting for Sun to finish his long-winded sentences.

“Why are you here?” Moondrop asks, crossing his arms, his interruption causes Sun to go quiet before speaking up once again. “Y’know, I just wanted to say hi…hi.” The animatronic says rather meekly. “Hey.” It went silent for a long moment, and it felt awkward for even longer. 

Sun reaches out, hesitantly cupping the sides of Moondrop’s face—he really didn’t want to do this, “Actually, I wanted to say sorry.” He says, avoiding the look on Moon’s face. Moondrops eyes widen upon hearing those words come out of Sun’s mouth. “And I know actions speak louder than words, so—” Sun takes a shaky deep breath, he leans in, and Moon is about to as  well, and he almost thinks that he’s finally going to get what he’s needed these last couple of months before getting absolutely clowned as he suddenly shuts off. 

Sun sighs the biggest sigh of relief he’s ever had. But ends up screaming when Moon collapses at his feet, the robot takes a moment to drink in his victory before cheering “Okay, I did it, I did it! Ha! Alright, what now.” He mutters to himself, staring at the fallen animatronic. 

Sun whips out his phone that looks nearly a century old, assuming it would do good if he called Freddy before dragging Moondrop into the daycare. “Hey, I uh–did it! He’s kind of on the floor right now.” Sun said into the speaker awkwardly. “Okay, bring him to the daycare. Do you need help grabbing him?” Freddy asks, the sound of keys clacking on the other line being used as some sort of background noise. 

“Nope! Not at all, I am A-okay!” He says contentedly on the phone before hanging up. He puts his hands up to his hips after stuffing it back in his pocket and sighs. “Okay, how do I do this?” He mumbles, pursing his lips before slipping his hands under the moon animatronics armpits and drags him down the stairs. No surprise that the robot was heavy and Sun was struggling immensely. Maybe he should’ve taken Freddy’s offer to help. 

It took Sunrise about 10 minutes to get Moondrop out of the lab and into the daycare, but he felt pretty proud of himself once he did. “Good job, Sun! Now we just need to take a quick look into his programming.” Freddy says, jamming a red cable into the back of Moon’s head. Sunrise glances at the monitor and sees a whole book's worth of words on screen. 

“I-Is that how it’s supposed to be?!” Sun exclaims, for he cannot understand a single letter typed out on screen.

“Mhm, coding can look very complicated to someone who has no experience with it.” 

“Do you?” 

“Nope.”

The room remained quiet for a short moment, “Let’s just—take a look, okay?” Freddy nods, scrolling down the rows and rows of complex programming. Neither of them can understand any of this. But Sunrise tried to make out things he could read, the first thing he noticed was Moon’s programming was rather unorganized—empty he’d rather say. Sun nibbled his nails anxiously, fidgety and confused. 

“Oh look here!” 

Freddy exclaims, kicking Sun out of his own head for the time being. “Violent and obsessive when in love?” Sun reads out loud. “Huh!? Was Moony seriously programmed with this implemented into his coding?!” He panics, tugging at his rays in distress. “B-Bu-But that’s a safety hazard for the kiddies, isn't it?!” The animatronic frantically shakes Freddy’s shoulders. 

Meanwhile the shorter robot shrugs while blissfully not understanding the significance of this line of code. “Can we change it at least?!” “Nope.” 

That’s when Sun realized, he’d have to take matters into his own hands after all. 

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There can be only one possible culprit in this exact scenario, well, two. Bryce Campbell and Eclipse. 

The thought of those two men made Sunrise feel all the more uneasy, he had many issues with the both of them—both problems in their own right. Eclipse was the leader of Evil Inc. Evil behavior is to be expected—in fact, he even worked there for a short amount of time during his villain arc before going back to the Pizzaplex, which he often regrets doing in the long run. 

Eclipse even fell in love with Sun at some point, but that was merely a spell cast by Freddy, or the Love Force as he likes to call it.

 But Bryce Campbell was his own can of worms, disgusting, and writhing can of worms. Bryce was Sun and Moon’s boss, despite the fact he was hardly around—he haunted the narrative often, and doesn’t make much of an appearance nowadays. The man collected magical items and was a bit of an ass, like that one time he put Sun and Moon in jail on account of finding dead (not really) bodies in the back of their giftshop. But Sunrise and Moondrop still have to spend their days wondering if their up-tight boss was going to get them in trouble someday. And he has before, many times. 

He remembers the times when he and Moon used to sleep on the same bed and talk for hours at night before falling asleep—well, Sun did most of the talking. But Moon oddly enough, did listen to what he had to say even while half asleep. Sunrise used to mock Bryce for his voice and overall demeanor, he even got a couple of chuckles out of Moon every now and then from his poorly thought out jokes. That there alone proved Moondrop was also not fond of the man himself either. As if it wasn’t obvious. 

..He really needs to stop reminiscing about the past. Regardless, those two were his culprits for the time being. He honestly didn’t have enough evidence to justify his gut though, and decided if he was going to get evidence—might as well confront the evidence itself. 

Now he was going up the elevator to Evil Inc. To give Eclipse a piece of his mind, Sun was frustrated, no—furious. All those months, all those deep-seated grudges and hate were all for nothing. For all he knows, Moon himself may not be on board with his own actions since it seems he has a virus called Lauve.Exe in his systems. Whoever it was that did this, he was going to make sure that they turn Moondrop back to normal and make extra sure that they get what they deserve. 

“Eclipse!” 

The man looks up from his desk, tilting his head upon seeing Sun arrive here. “Did you book an appointment?” He asks, raising a brow, “No, but–” “Then begone, I’m busy.” He spats, spinning his chair into the opposite way and picking at his steel nails with a bored expression. 

Be demanding, be confident—like Moon! Ok, maybe not Moon. Sunrise clears his throat and imagines what his grouchy counterpart would say in this situation, “You, yeah you—listen up! I need to know something, and you’re going to answer truthfully!” He says firmly, that’s something Moondrop would say, right?

Eclipse smirks and looks over his shoulder, “Oh really? What makes you think I'll tell the truth?” He cackles, throwing his head back in amusement. The man was obviously bluffing, he hasn’t plotted any evil schemes for the past couple days, what would this nincompoop have to say? Eclipse thinks to himself. “What did you do with Moon’s coding?” The animatronic said to the villain. The darker sun tilts his head with curiosity, eventually spinning his chair to face Sunrise. 

“Nothing, I have no interest in toying with programming. But do go on, I’m intrigued.” He demands, a smirk still lingering on his lips.

Nothing? That can’t be right, this is Eclipse we’re talking about here! He has so many reasons as to why he’d tamper with Moon’s coding, he’s evil, he’s–uh. What else is he? Uh. 

A sadist, yeah! A sadist too!

“What do you mean ‘nothing?’” Sun asks, now boggled out of his mind. “I mean—” Eclipse leans forward, his hands clasped together, “Nothing.” 

“Liar!” Sun accuses, pointing his yellowed finger at the red man. 

“How rude of you to accuse me of such a thing,” He cackles, “What makes you think I did anything with that brats coding?” Eclipse knows he isn’t the one who did it, but he would happily play along and drag all this out just to mess with the stupid robot. 

“Well, you’re evil.” 

That made the villain laugh out loud, holding his stomach for he feared it may explode from how much he’s enjoying this little interaction. “Really? And what’s the other reason?”

 “You’re a sadist!” This was too much for Eclipse to handle. 

“Uh-huh, what motivation would I have to mess with their coding? I only use robots, weapons and cheap tricks to kill you all—tampering with your coding is out of the ordinary, even for me.” He hums, picking his fingers.

“You controlled Moon before! Don’t you remember? You were chasing me around the Pizzaplex while repeating ‘There can only be one!’ Ring a bell?” 

“Yes, yes, while I do recall those string of events—he was merely an outlet, and even then, I didn’t mess with the coding whatsoever. I only took control.” Sun points a finger up to argue with his claim, but he had nothing when he opened his mouth to speak up. 

“Plus, why would I pretend to fall in love with you for an evil scheme?” 

“You fell in love with me befo–” 

“Regardless!” The man interrupts, “I have no reason to mess with that little boyfriend of yours. So get out of my building.” He says firmly, for he’s finished playing with his food. “But wait!” “Nope.” Eclipse stands up, hand behind his back, probably hiding a weapon back there. 

“Look, h-hear me out! Do you think it was Bryce that did it?” Eclipse raises a brow, pausing with an expression that screams ‘are you stupid?’ He lowers his weapon and hand that was holding said weapon—about to go on a long tangent about how unbelievably stupid Sun is. 

“No duh?!” He starts, he rubs his fingers between his eyebrows in frustration for a quick moment before speaking up again. “He’s the only one with access to all your coding, he is your boss, he is an asshole, and he has a clear motivation!” 

“What’s the motivation?” 

“Revenue! Good lord almighty, I need to sit down.”

The animatronic laid back in his spinny chair, taking a deep breath with a hand to his chest. “But if it was for revenue, that wouldn’t make sense! Revenue has gone downhill ever since Moon’s systems have been acting up.” “Then he’s stupid and his plan had failed, I wouldn't put it behind him. He isn’t that good of a business man.” Eclipse chuckles.

Sunrise takes a moment to himself, fidgeting with his rays anxiously. Would Bryce really do that? 

Yes. Yes he would. 

“Well, we’re done here—now get out.” Eclipse points down the building, 

“Wait, b-but I didn't finish–!” 

“Out.”

“Look, I-I need your help–” 

“Bye!”

 And Sun was punched off the building in a matter of seconds. The robot face planted into the concrete with a groan of pain. His shaky arms pressed his palms on the floor to hoist himself up and rubbed his head in pain. “Ugh—my head.”

Once he was back on his feet, he recalled his interaction with Eclipse he had just now—and he started to get very pissed very quickly.

Bryce Campbell, you asshole.

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Bryce Campbell isn’t a good man, boss, nor fiduciary. He bought this business from the horrible company owners and ruined a place that was already ruined, only in a different font. He was currently in a small cafe he likes to loiter in when he isn't looking for mythical weapons or handling his company.  

The man didn’t have many responsibilities when it really comes down to it, he isn’t seen in the Pizzaplex very often, it sometimes felt like Sunrise and Moondrop ran the place themselves. And they may as well, because so much has happened when he decided to not care for the mall and took time to himself. Revenue had plummeted drastically the last couple days he was gone, which was the exact opposite of what his plan called for. 

He really was regretting what he did to Moon’s coding, not because he felt remorse for the very obvious amoral issue, but because the company has gone downhill since then. His email has been blowing up every morning, afternoon, and night—full of parents complaining and telling him to get his company together. 

But what do they know? Unless they have a business of their own, he doesn’t want to hear a single word come out of their mouths. 

He sipped his coffee mindlessly while sitting in front of his computer, writing endlessly about possible plans he could execute to bring the company back up from its shambles. He shut the place down for the time being, seeing as his subordinates were clearly not going to take orders anytime soon. 

He’s received many letters from Sunrise lately, not emails though—for he doesn’t know how to work a computer whatsoever. They weren't the usual kind of notes he sent, they were threats of all things, but Bryce being as careless as he is—merely skimmed through them all. And has come to a conclusion. 

Sun has found out what he did, and he was furious. How did he figure it out? Bryce had no idea himself, he didn’t program Sunrise with much intelligence, he was only meant to be a babysitter for the children, and an occasional entertainer as his original purpose was to work in the theater. So that definitely had him stumped.

His first assumption was that Moon was able to break free from his coding he set in place and told Sun the entire situation, but that seemed very unlikely. His current virus was meant to encourage his new programming, therefore if he did—it would be very troubling. 

So that option was out of the park almost immediately. 

And here he is, fighting with his own creations that he made with his own genius. They’re all ungrateful, Bryce could very well have chosen to not give the robots free will and opinions, but he chose to let them have a mind of their own, and this is the thanks he gets?

When he’s done resetting the both of Sun and Moon, he’ll be even more stricter than he is now, and they will have no feelings, like how robots are intended to be. 

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Sun has had enough, he was sick of Bryce’s shit, now he is stomping his way on over to the ruined pizzaplex and making Moon snap out of it this instant. This entire issue has Sun wildly conflicted, when Moon built him back up, he couldn’t remember the reason as to why he needed repairs. So he asked around, but no one could give him a single answer as to why, therefore he had to find the answer himself.

POWERING ON.

His vision felt blurry, and he clenched and unclenched his fists as a test, “Doggy, Doggy, Doggy?” Sun said, also quizzing his voice box, sounds pretty good. He runs a hand down his arm, ah—he was polished as well, neat! 

Well, it was neat until he got abruptly punched in the face by a Moondrop, the one he had in his very recent dream. “Ah, ow!” He exclaimed, hunkering in the corner of the machine he was standing in, “Wake up.” The other robot urged. “Welcome to the real world, champ.” He said, not caring for the other being in pain and carelessly walks out. 

“What happened?” 

“You got built.” 

“I don’t have muscles? I’m rather small and twinkie, like-” 

“Get out of my lab.” 

The moon themed animatronic pointed towards the large exit, seemingly desperate for Sunrise to finally leave. “Why was I even here in the first place?” He asks, “Don’t question me, get out.” He said firmly, getting all close to Sunrise’s face. 

So he got out, and had a nagging feeling he was forgetting something very important. Maybe it was something as simple as forgetting to turn the oven off, or something like his best friend killing him because he fell in love with him and was desperate for his affections. Ha, but that would never happen, what a silly thought! 

POWERING OFF.

When Sun eventually discovered on his own terms what exactly happened, he couldn’t help but begin to hate the Moon animatronic even more so than before, a clone, really? That was low even for Moondrop of all people.

But now that Sun knows this new little detail, can he even be mad at Moondrop anymore? It feels wrong to still be angry at him when he isn’t even sure if he’d done it with his own will, but until he knows the full story, and hears Moon’s side, he will remain somewhat pissed at his ex best friend. 

Marching inside with conviction, he passes by his friends eventually, but uncharacteristically—ignores them all. Heading towards only one single path, to Moondrop’s lab. 

“Sun, where are you going?” Roxxane asked. 

“Sun, could you clean this up?” Monty demanded. 

“Sun, did you figure out who did it?” Freddy interrogated. 

“Sun, could you stop stomping so loudly?” Chica complained.

And he paid attention to not one of them. 

He smashed the button to the laboratory and walked inside, knowing full well he was banned from there. Moondrop was currently working on some sort of machine that may cause bodily harm to other people for all he knows. 

“Sun, you can’t be in here.” Moon stood up, pointing his wrench at the yellow themed animatronic. “You, you’re coming with me.” Sun points back. 

Moondrop is caught off guard for a quick moment before lowering his tool eventually. 

“And why would I?” 

“To kill Bryce Campbell.” 

“Let’s go.”

Moon said almost immediately, cleaning the black oil off his palms with a yellow rag and throwing it down, running after Sun eagerly.

“What gave you the idea to kill him only now?” Moondrop asks, Sun looks down before taking a deep breath and being firm. 

“Has your coding been feeling off lately?” 

“Well, my love for you isn’t off–”

“That’s not what I’m talking about! It’s you, you Moon. Your coding is messed up.” 

Moondrop almost felt proud of the animatronic, for figuring out his situation all on his own. But regardless, he was still being controlled by his new stupid coding. “Hah, that’s funny.” He grins. 

“It’s not! Look—Bryce had tampered with your coding, and he made you act l-like this!”

Moondrop tilts his head. “What do you mean, I’m perfectly fine?” No I’m not. 

Sun huffs and takes Moondrops wrist, marching out of the Pizzaplex. Bryce made one mistake fortunately, while Moon’s obsession is controlled and artificial, his hate for Bryce is out of his own free will as Bryce didn’t bother to consider the consequences of what may come out of his decisions, and is able to do what he pleases with the little freedom that he does have. 

“Whatever, we’re going to get you back to normal—whether you want to or not.” Sunrise says firmly. “The only problem is, I have no idea where he could be.” The animatronic admits awkwardly. 

Moon smiles longingly, staring at exactly what he can’t have before answering Sun’s non-question. “I have an idea of where he could be, follow.” And Sun decides to do just that. 

He’s acting oddly normal actually, assuming his hate for Bryce Campbell is somehow overshadowing his love for Sun. He almost felt free for the first time in a couple weeks since his programming has been switched out, but regardless, he cannot speak his thoughts out loud.

They both wandered the streets of the city, the tall buildings towering the now small animatronics in search of their corrupt boss. “So, what’s the machine you’re working on for?” 

“Eh, nothing important.” 

“Really? That thing looked pretty big Moon.” Sun said suspiciously. “You’re not building another clone of me to fall in love with you again, right?” 

Moondrop froze, staring blankly at the yellow themed animatronic for a good minute or two before asking firmly, “How do you know about that?” Right, Sun forgot that Moon wasn’t aware that he knows everything he did.

He started to panic. 

“W-Well, y’know! Puzzles, Jenga! Uhm—I put the puzzle t-together! I f-f-found out myself, ha, ha!” He stammered endlessly, that in turn made Moon somewhat more at ease, but still confused. 

“How do you—feel about it?” Moondrop asks, an underlying hint of fear in his voice. 

“H-Honest?”

“Honest.” 

Sun had to think about it for a moment, still following behind Moon regardless of their current conversation. 

“I hated it, a-and I hated you.” He says truthfully, just as Moon thought. “That was low, even for you—pathetic almost.” Sun went on, nailing in just how he felt when he finally figured it out. As he tried to come up with another thing to say that may possibly offend his coworker, he caught Moon drawing out his sword and in the nick of time and pulled out his own, putting Moon in a blade lock.

“We need to—repair your coding!” Sunrise grunted, pushing Moon back with his blade, letting the animatronic hit the ground. His sword being drawn out of his grasp. Sunrise pointed the tip onto Moondrop’s chest plate intimidatingly. 

“Now, you’re going to lead us to Bryce Campbell so we can kill that bastard, and you will stop being an obsessed freak! Deal?” 

Moondrop stays quiet as he gazes up longingly at the animatronic, his artificial heart beeping in his chest like it was going insane. Sunrise isn’t usually like this unless he’s actually serious about something, and is passionate for results. He misses seeing his determined face before Moondrops coding decided to fuck up everything he had going for him. 

Now, his coding would make him probably draw another sword and try to get a clean hit on him again, but something changed in him, and he had no idea what, but he simply replied. “D-Deal.” 

Sun puts up his sword and huffs, “Get up, c’mon!” He takes the Moon’s hand and tugs him back up to his feet. “I’m up, I’m up!” Moon grumbles, but feels a sense of nostalgia—when Sunrise used to be all up beat and also tried to encourage Moondrop to cheer up when grumpy. 

Now he really wants to kill Bryce.

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The two animatronics wander around town for a couple more minutes longer, until they find a quaint little coffee shop ‘round the corner of the streets—the reflection of Bryce Campbell’s face tinted behind the windows. Sun furrows his brows, pulling his sword off his back with full intention of trying to lay a swing on him. 

Moondrop covers his path by extending his arm out, “We’re at a distance, if we’re lucky—we can kill him with a long-ranged weapon.” He said, pulling an old pistol off his own belt. He slots the bullets inside and shuts one eye, keeping his aim towards Bryce. 

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon...” Sun repeats over and over, making Moondrop lose his focus very easily. “Would you stop that? I’m trying to concentrate.” He scolds quietly with a fierce voice. “Sorry, sorry!” Sunrise replies back in a whisper, only anticipating that Moon actually makes the shot.

The darker themed animatronic grumbles and aims towards the human through the window again, without giving it another thought—two bullets fly from his grasp. It punctures the windows that were protecting their boss from in front. Unfortunately, while they did both land on his skin—it was only the shoulder area. 

Bryce stood up, grabbing ahold of his upper arm in pain, wincing while his bleary eyes darted around the area to find the target. His eyes land on the two robots, their bright colors sticking out like a sore thumb from the outside. “I’ve had just about enough of you both.” The man grumbled, pulling out his trusty pistol from his holster with his good arm and aimlessly shot in the direction of Sun and Moon. 

The darker themed animatronic with his fast reflexes exclaims, “Duck!” at his co-worker, tackling Sunrise and causing the both of them to hit the ground with groans emitting from the both. An explosion can be heard from behind them, dang—what the hell was in those bullets? Sun sat up, looking around. Unfortunately, he did not come with long ranged weapons. But he didn’t need any of that fancy equipment, he can manage with his stainless steel sword hanging from his back. 

The yellow themed animatronic stood to his feet, rubbing his metallic rays in a daze. Bryce stood behind the broken glass window of the coffee shop as the clients and workers evacuated the scene. The police will likely arrive in 5 minutes. That gives him and Moon about 3 to kill the bastard, and they can’t waste a second. Bryce is outnumbered, and is against literal robots—surely this will be an easy win.

If it weren’t for the fact he had mythical weapons on standby.

“You have a lot of confidence in killing your boss that collects mystical weapons for a living!” Bryce shouts, eyeing specifically Moondrop. “You ruin everything you touch, you goddamn waste of scrap!”

Moondrop stood there, freezing like a deer in headlights—still holding a gun in hand. Just when Bryce pulled out a weapon that would guarantee his victory, Sunrise snatched the pistol from Moon’s grasp and shot aimlessly at the vicinity of Bryce, not even trying to target a certain point of his body, simply needing the distraction to make Moondrop snap out of it. 

“Don’t let him get into your head, Moon! You of all people should know this.” He shook his shoulders to knock some sense into the red eyed robot. “You are the smartest out of everyone in the Pizza Plex, remember?” Moondrop blinks once, going twice, then thrice. Now back to Earth. 

“Yeah, yeah, just give me back the gun.” He says, his voice shaky, sounding a lot more serious. Without hesitation he hands it over to him, Moon’s aim was far more superior than Sun’s would ever be after all. 

The two look back at Bryce, he held a huge purple sword, the weapon looked heavy, like, super heavy. It may weigh the same as the Sun and Moon combined. It was bright too, flashing like a beacon and sparking with energy from the sharp edges. It looked dangerous, not just to Sun and Moon, but also a danger to Bryce himself, and therefore—his life. 

“I’m tired of you both.” The grumbles loud enough for the two to listen in on his monologue. “Robots aren’t supposed to have feelings, they aren’t supposed to get attached, and yet it’s come to this.” He extends his free arm out towards the pair, signifying they were the prime example of what robots aren't supposed to be.

 “You need a reset.” He finally says, Sun stood defiant, puffing his chest out like he’s never lost a single war. “You can’t reset, Moon, you’ll have to reset me first!” Byrce huffs, clearly not seeing Sunrise as much of a threat compared to Moondrop. “Oh—don’t worry. You have a special surprise in store. You’ll get to watch your friend forget you in real time, all your adventures and all your stories, and then eventually—once you’ve suffered enough, your reset will come next. Sound fair?”

“No-”

“Good.” Bryce answers his response without Sunrise finishing, now pointing the narrow weapon right to the yellowed robot's chest, aiming to make a throw for it. Sunrise yelps and tries to make a run for it, moving around in zigzags as Bryce continuously locks his sword onto him no matter how much he moves around. Moon took this as an opportunity to sneak up on the man. 

He crouched down once Bryce’s focus was entirely on Sunrise, shuffling inside the bushes, he made his way around the parking lot of the mini coffee shop. He double checks the amount of bullets he had left, only three. Sun must’ve wasted a bunch while Moon blacked out from Bryce’s shaming. He sighs, knowing he’d have to make these shots count. 

The thing is, robots aren't good at being sneaky. 

“I know where you are.” Bryce says, peaking behind him, and turning towards the animatronic that was trying its best to blend in with the green. His face contorts with vexation, raising his stupidly long sword above his head, intending to slash the moon themed robot right at his grasp

The man abruptly gasps, staring Moon down before his sword slips from his now weak grasp. He felt like he was getting punched in the gut from the back, only to look down and realize that—oh, a sword was plunged into his stomach. And the man behind the wound was none other than Sunrise himself. He’s the loudest of the bunch, how did he not hear him coming? Bryce berates himself till his brain slowly begins to fade out from fatigue, his eyes growing droopy by the seconds

Sun looks at him with an exasperated expression, a snarl emitting from him before pulling the blade out of his stomach, only to plunge it in again, and again, and again. Bryce’s weak body fell forward, sprawled along the parking lot of a quaint coffee shop—getting stabbed repeatedly with no end in sight. 

Blood splattered on the ground, on his suit, and especially Sunrise’s face, contorting with rage as all his frustration was getting looser with each delighted hole he made on the man's back. A guttural sound comes from the human's throat, dark red ichor dribbling out of the man's lips and tummy, the light from his already soulless eyes fading. 

Sun pants, looking down at all the mess he made with a now attentive face. The silence in the air was palpable and eerie. Sun stares at the blood on his steel sword with a now blank look.

A quiet snigger comes from his lips, then it slowly slips into a hysterical cackle, gloating about his triumph, puffing his chest out with pride and sadistic joy. “That's right, you husk of a human!” He yells, as if Bryce was still with us at the moment. “You’re dead—dead! What an embarrassing way for a human to die, ha!”

A wicked grin tugs at his lips. Meanwhile, Moon was sitting on the pavement, engrossed in his counterpart's behavior. Admiring the way he senselessly giggled about the death of their boss. He looked as pretty as a picture in this moment, so much so he wished he could actually take a picture of him right now. 

This reminds Moondrop of the day Sunrise had killed his friends, Bonnie and Foxy—except he looks far happier than when he killed the other two before. If robots could blush, Moon would be completely red in the cheeks right now. 

Once Sun’s amusement eventually dies down, he sighs. He crouches next to the dead body—patting Bryce's back mockingly. “Well, Moon—we better get your coding in order. You know how to repair your own coding, right?” He asks, standing on his feet and wiping away the splatters of Bryce’s blood off his cheek. 

He stays silent for a moment before shaking his head and replying, “Yeah, yeah I do.” He murmurs, rubbing his forehead. Sunrise holds his hand out for Moondrop to grab, coated in the thick blood of their stupid boss. Moon reluctantly took his hand, the sun's palm was slippery and wet. He felt oddly disgusted and enticed. 

Just as Sun was about to respond to his stammer—police sirens were heard from a distance, and they knew one thing, the law wasn’t against arresting robots. “C’mon, get Bryce’s laptop!” Sunrise whisper yells, running off the parking lot as he expects Moon to catch up. The animatronic makes his way into the cafe, grabbing the man's laptop off the wooden table and jumping out of the already broken window, running after Sunrise just as the cops arrive at the scene. 

“Animatronics don’t have fingerprints, right?” Sun asks, sprinting down the road while avoiding stray cars driving down the way. “What do you think?!” Moon asks, just barely dodging a truck as he slips to the side while it honks at him. Clearly still being sarcastic despite the dire situation. “I think—we’re getting arrested!” Sun exclaims, panicking—having a sudden moment of clarity.

Their boss is dead, no other human is left to run the company anymore, and the mall will be shut down. What about the kids? What will they do without them two and the rest of their friends? That was all that was on Sunrise’s mind as of now, where will they find their entertainment? Their phones? Preposterous!

“We aren't getting arrested!’ Moon hopes, honestly, law enforcement isn’t exactly the best in this part of town, especially on account of police brutality. He doesn’t know exactly what will happen to the company once the news of Bryce’s death is made public, but he can only hope the next person in line is a much better boss than he was.

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Sunrise was currently having an existential crisis in the corner of their shared room, mumbling nonsense to himself while rocking back and fourth, hugging his knees close to his chest. “Oh God, oh God, we’re going to jail! No—I’m going to jail, oh, why did I do that?!” He hyperventilates, fidgeting and fondling his rays in induced anxiety. 

Meanwhile Moon was on Bryce's computer, searching Bryce's drive while occasionally patting his co-workers shoulder comfortingly, as if that was going to do anything to ease him down. “Hey, on the bright side—I found my coding file.” Moon says, rubbing Sun’s shoulder to signal for him to lift his head up. Sun sniffles, as if they can even cry—he’s going to have to look into that later.

“Really?” He asks with a weak voice, his knees still leaning on his chest. Moondrop nods, his hand hovering over the mousepad. He pauses, his face contorting to a neutral frown. “But—why do you want me to change? This is the real me, you know that, right?.” He said, his tone unreadable. 

“Moon?”

“Just think about it, I've been good to you Sunny.”

“Moon.”

“Just give me a chance, I’m better than Roxanne!”

Sun understands what's going on now, and it was going to make things a heck of a lot harder. The new coding is preventing Moondrop from changing the programming himself. Sunrise attempts to snatch the laptop resting on his knee. Unfortunately, Moondrop grips his extended arm, glaring at the animatronic with those red eyes that kept Sun up late at night. He glares back, albeit, way less menacingly than his lethargic counterpart. 

Sun sighs grimly, why can’t things ever go his way for once? He tries to pry his arm out his grasp, grunting as he leans back against the wall and pulls back with even more force. A mechanical pop emits from his hand and he looks down. Oh, that was his hand. 

Oh.

That was his hand.

He stares at his nub, devoid of a much needed hand. Blink one, blink two, blink three. He screams finally, trying to back away unsuccessfully as he was already up against the wall as far as he could possibly be. “You monster!” He exclaims.

Moon looks at his disembodied hand he held, smiling, finally being able to hold Sunny’s hand, one way or another. While he was distracted, Sun snatches the laptop with his intact hand and scrambles off in a panic, diving into the non-working ballpit and groans in pain, but stumbles on forward.

“Shoot, shoot, shoot, who can help me?” Sun frantically mutters to himself, shutting the laptop and tucking it tight under his arm. Moon walks towards the animatronic, merely pulling out a gun as he makes no attempt to run after Sunrise, aiming it right at the laptop. Sun yelps at the ring of gunshots firing in the air, missing each bullet by a hair.

He sprints out of the daycare, panting as he goes up the stairs and calls out the name of the one person who could possibly help him right now, “Monty! Monty, help!” He screams, holding off Moon as much as possible. He receives a call from his phone, he huffs, reaches into his pocket with his good arm and answers while he hides behind one of the dining tables near the daycare railing.

“Ey, you called my name?” The man spoke, Sun screams into the speaker. “Monty help—Moon’s trying to kill me! Ah!” He yelps again, the table behind him erupting in flames. “Give me that computer!” The darker themed animatronic yells demandingly. Sun rolls over, slamming his knuckles into the carpet to sit up. “It’s a laptop! That’s why we have to fix you, this new coding is making you stupid!” He bites back.

The laptop was now lying next to Sun, Moon aims his gun at the laptop discarded on the floor and shoots, Sun ever so quickly dives in front of the device and takes the bullet. Lucky for him, normal pistols don’t work on his kind of steel and merely made a chip to his painting job. “Ah, this thang again? Why won’t you two ever give it up?” Monty said over the phone, sounding exasperated. Sun puts his phone in his pocket and uses his good arm to take off with the laptop again, speaking to Monty through his pants.

“I don’t think that’s possible–woah!” A bullet flies past him and he picks up the pace, now that Sun really thinks about it—are the other animatronics tired of him and Moon? It’s like nothing changes between the two because it's the same thing every time. Moondrop is deeply obsessed with Sunrise and makes many advances, while Sunrise hates Moon and immediately backs away at the slightest hint of affection from him. They must be sick.

“Look, if you help me—I’ll get Moon back to normal and things like this won’t happen anymore!” Sun exclaims, now downstairs at the main entrance of the Pizza Plex. “Hmm, that's a pretty good deal—but it ain’t enough.” He said over the phone. Sun seethes, a snarl bubbling in his throat.

“Do it, and I won’t kill you like I did Bonnie and Foxy.” He said in an icy voice, gritting his teeth as he was on the edge. “I ain’t scared of you, y’know that, Sun?” He throws his phone on the ground, shattering from the force he slammed it with and huffs. “I hate you all.” He grumbles as if Monty could hear him over the shattered speaker.

Moon stood at the stairs and looked at the noticeably frustrated man. “What’s got you so worked up my love?” He asks, his voice immediately softening at the sight. Sun mutters, clenching his fists, “Don’t call me that.” He snaps back. Moon tilts his head, hand behind his back.

“I’ll make you happier than anyone in this stupid pizzeria ever could.” Moondrop grins, cupping Sun’s face as he gets closer. The Sun glares before his gaze suddenly softens, he slowly starts to smile. “Promise?”

“Promise.” 

Moon leans in for a kiss, and Sun moves his hands behind his head, swiftly clicking the reset button and the Moon collapses at his feet. Sun sighs, a giant weight off his shoulders. “He really fell for that trick twice.” Sun whispers to himself, amused.

But he slowly began to frown when he looked down at Moon's body, he oddly felt bad. Did Moon even want all this to happen? Did he even know this was going to happen to himself? Endless possibilities ran across Sun’s mind that he didn’t even notice the other guys were already at the scene. Monty held a flamethrower, staring at Moon’s unconscious body blankly before saying. 

“And you tried to ask for help.” He said flatly, seeing Sun was perfectly capable of handling the man himself. “Well I would’ve gotten done with it a lot faster if you just came over when I asked you to.” Sun says irritated. He looks at Freddy and sighs. 

“Could you help me out? I need to get his coding in order.” Sun asks, Monty grimaces. “Well, I see you’re talking to Freddy there, and because this is clearly out of my league, I’m just gonna go over there–” “No you’re not.” Sun says, setting the laptop down and grabbing his arm. “You’re going to keep Moon knocked out. The moment he wakes up, press the button on the back of his head to make him go back to sleep.”

“Wait-wait man, why can’t I just knock him out the traditional way?”

“Because you’d smash his head in!”

“Fair enough.” Monty submitted, sitting on the floor grumpily.

“Will I be helping with the programming?” Freddy asks, sitting criss-cross next to Sunrise joyfully. “Yes—actually. Uh, I don’t know the first thing about coding whatsoever, but you have read a book on it—yes?” 

“Yes!”

“Good.”

Sun opens Moon’s file, still unable to decipher the rows and rows of jumbled words. He scrolls down until he finds the line of coding that they noticed before ‘violent and obsessive when in love.’ What kind of weirdo would program this into a children's entertainment bot? Oh right, Bryce.

Moon lifts his head up slightly, groaning from the pain in his head. Monty raises his fist to smash the poor robots head in before Sun said tightly through gritted teeth, “Button.” Monty glares at him for a couple beats before reluctantly pressing the button on the back of his head, causing Moon to go back to sleep. 

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Hours of talking and confusion later, they were able to figure it out. Sun and the other guys dragged Moon back to the daycare and set him on the bed they shared, plugging him in and letting him rest. 

Sun sat by his side while rocking back and fourth anxiously, too many things have happened today and he needed a break. He killed his boss, he got chased around the establishment, got shot at, and spent hours trying to figure out how a laptop works. He sighs shakily, fidgeting with his rays yet again. 

He heard grunts coming from his side, Moon’s awake. Sun grabs his sword with his intact hand, just in case the coding change doesn't end up working.

Moon rubs his head, looking down at himself. He opens and closes his fist, pats his throat, then twists his mouth into funny expressions, trying to test his body before sighing, sounding the most happy Sun has ever heard him. 

“Finally—it’s gone.”

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Sun stared at Moon in disbelief, silence striking the room, “Is it really you? Not the crazy you?” He asked eagerly, hopeful and desperate. “Yeah I’m sure.” Moondrop groans and rubs his head in slight pain, “What did you do to my programming?” He grumbles, it felt rushed and messily typed in. Sun pouted—seemingly offended, “Just be grateful we fixed you, it took a lot of work to get you in order!” Moondrop sighs, settling that yeah, he should be grateful.

“Thank—” He starts, then pauses. He considered his options for a moment. What really is the best thing to say to your best friend after trying to kill him and his girlfriend for the past month?

He gathers up the courage to speak up once again, settling on his final words hesitantly.

“I’m sorry.”

That was unexpected, Sun tilted his head, “Come again?”

“I wasn’t in control of my own body while doing those awful things, but that doesn’t excuse anything I did, because I know my mind, and I know that somewhere deep inside me—I enjoyed the things I did.”

Sun had to take a moment to consume the others words, he bites his bottom lip in thought for a moment, wincing. “I—don’t know if I can accept that apology.” He says awkwardly, sure, Moon very likely didn’t mean to do what he did, but Sun’s still having second thoughts. Plus, based on what he just said— there's a very likely chance that he wants to do all those things again. Just looking at him pissed him off because of the things his body did.

“Fair enough, well–”
“Actually.”

The sun stands up, tapping his chin. “Scratch that, I forgive you.” He pauses before finally being able to put what he wanted to say into words. “But I don’t trust you.” That was probably the best case scenario for Moon at the moment, he's just glad he’s been given a chance of redemption.

“Will I get that trust back?” Moon asks inaudibly, the slightest tint of desperation in his voice, Sun lulls over the thought for a couple seconds, “I don’t know, are you still obsessed with me?” He asks firmly. Clearly Sunrise has changed quite a bit in the last month that Moon wasn’t in control of himself, it made him both upset and thrilled.

“In love.” Moon corrected, he didn’t want his affections to be mistaken for something as shallow as lust. “And yes, I still have this virus in me.” He replied, the virus being the one Sun has himself. Lauve.Exe. But it did not harbor any feelings for Moon—it was all for Roxanne.

Sun nods. “Well, I am dating Roxanne right now, so–”
“I know, and I respect that.”

What.

This was all so weird for Sunrise, right about now he would be chased around the Pizzaplex while Moon shoots him with a flamethrower or shotgun of sorts. It was so—boring?

“Oh—well, g-good.” He says awkwardly.

Moon's eyes instinctively drift towards Sun’s hand, which was no longer connected to his wrist, “Damn it, what did I do?” Moon asks, reaching for his wrists in irritation, “I’ll get you to the lab to fix this, stat.” He says firmly, dragging his friend by the wrist out of their shared room.

“Ah—yes please!” Sunrise says eagerly.

Was Moon always like this before Bryce’s meddling? He can't even remember the last time he had hung out with Moon normally—and now that he’s back to normal all of the sudden, he can't help but feel overwhelmed, the difference between the two versions of him was like night and day.

“Do you still have your separate hand?” Sun shakes his head, that hand is who knows where now, insane Moon must’ve hid it around the room for safe keeping perhaps. Moondrop groans, mumbling, “I’ll have to take a hand from the other models.”

Other models, he’s really prepared for anything, huh. Sun suddenly spoke up rather unexpectedly, “Are you embarrassed?”
Moon ponders for a moment before responding with a composed demeanor, “A little.”

“A little? Just a little?!” Sun exclaims dumbfounded, still letting Moon lead the way as he presses the button to open the doors of his lab—sure, Sun could’ve walked all the way here by himself, but that’s boring. “Okay, a lot—there, happy?” He says back with a saucy attitude.

“Wh-What was it like? Y’know, not being able to control your body?” Sunrise asks, sitting atop of a bench that Moon had set him on. “Awful.” He said bluntly, rummaging through a drawer inside of his desk.
“Right, but exactly how awful?” He asks again invasively. Moon sighs, still fidgeting with his body as he’s trying to get used to it once again.

“You’ve read a book before, right?”
“No.”
“I don’t even know why I asked.”

Moondrop grumbles, pinching his brows and looking down at the floor before inhaling, looking Sunrise back in the face, his beautiful, stupid, face. “Okay, think of a movie—any movie.”

“Thinking,” Sun thinks aloud, a habit he had stolen from Moon overtime. “Okay!” Sun confirms. “Now, imagine the main character of said movie—y’know where I’m getting at?”

“Yeah…no.” He shakes his head slowly. Moondrop remembers getting unbelievably frustrated with Sun during times like these, and even if he’s vexed as of now—he misses the feeling of his wires overheating out of aggravation.

“Imagine watching your life like a movie, unable to control what’s on the screen, getting mad at the main character for making stupid decisions. That’s the best way I can put how I felt in a way you’d understand.” Moon says, glancing at a photo he held in his drawer of Sunny for a bit of motivation during work. He slams the compartment shut—wanting a diversion for his affections, he’s now holding a yellow hand that was in need of a body to cling to.

“This’ll do I guess.”
“Do you just casually have spare body parts in your workspace?” Sun asks in bewilderment, leaning over before Moon presses a hand to his chest to push him back. “You and the others need repairs a lot more often than you’d think.” He replies matter of factly, reaching for a screwdriver and a couple of spare wires he had at his disposal.

He kneels in front of the sun themed animatronic, holding his wrist gently. Sunrise had a growing sense of illness growing in his artificial stomach, he doesn’t know if it's because this is making him uncomfortable, or if it’s because he’s enjoying this. All he knows is this reminds him of when Moon was insane, asking for his hand in marriage desperately—drooling at the mouth while also throwing insults in his direction.

Moon was always a very confusing person in general, even before the whole coding situation, sometimes yelling and verbally cursing him when he got mad, but also very sweet and a bit passive at times. Sunrise never knew if it was because of maybe anger issues that were programmed into him upon the start. Why would Bryce program a kids entertainment bot with anger issues? It certainly sounds like something he would do now that he thinks about it.

“Stop rocking.”

Moon broke his thoughts firmly, making Sun realize he was rocking back and forth in thought as he was lost in them. He held his wrist a bit more tighter, concentrating deeper on the task at hand. Sunrise tilts his head, taking a gander at Moon’s hardened face—he always had that look on his face when he worked, he always looked so mad.

He’s confusing himself now, is he still mad at him? Did he forget everything Moon did to him? Does he just not care? Too much thinking, he could feel his sensors whirring as the gears turned at a rapid pace. Maybe it's best to shut his mind off for now, he certainly knows how to do that.

So close, so warm, so him. Moon couldn’t calm down no matter how hard he tried, his binary spiraling out of control. The only thing that was keeping him from breaking was getting his hand intact, and even then—he was still technically holding Sun’s hand. He was so in love it made him sick.

He can’t believe how stupid he was, thinking that Bryce of all people could help him with his little crush—now look where it’s gotten him, he can barely look Sunrise in the face without feeling a wave of shame drowning him. It’s like he’s choking on his guilt, using the Heimlich maneuver on himself over and over again, but the lodge refuses to go down nor up.

He makes a promise to himself, to treat Sun how he deserved to be treated, better than anyone could possibly treat him—even Roxanne. He shook that last thought away in a guilted manner, berating himself for having such impudent thoughts about a person who has done no wrong.

It’s not that he hated Roxanne, far from it. She’s a nice lady and treated Sun far better than anyone here could have, which made him resent her even more. How does she do it? How can she just be such a good person naturally, it boggled his mind. Moon is an unpretentiously quippy person, sarcastic and had a knack for mean spirited humor. He had to put in a ton of effort to appear nicer and friendlier, so just how—how can someone be so effortlessly nice?

It’s too late to ask questions such as that now unfortunately, they’re already dating, probably destined to have little animatronic babies that they’ll ask moon to construct. The thought of such a future made him nauseous—that’s the last thing he’d ever hope for. Making a child—not for him and Sun, but for Sun and Roxanne.

Good lord he wanted to vomit at the thought, imagining having to babysit the kids—having to feed them while Roxanne and Sun go out on date nights. She had the privilege to hear his laugh, to get lost in his smile, to hold his hand, to hear him vent his sorrows, to let him cry on her shoulder, to feel his body, the warmth of his overheated wires and rapid beeping from his chest.

“Ouch!” Sun whined, jerking his hand away from Moon all of the sudden. Apparently he gripped it too hard while in thought. Seems like he already broke his mental promise.

“Ah, are you okay?” He asks, feigning indifference despite the clear slick of worry in his tone. Sun nods slightly, his hand was dangling from his wrists now, gripping to his body for dear life.

God Moon, you’re such an idiot.

“Don’t you need a break, Moon?” Sun said so unbelievably out of context—the question having nothing to do with the circumstances at the moment, he took his wrist back again once more and rubbed it with his palm—that told Moondrop all he needed to know, pulling his hands away from Sunrise.

“I’m fine.” He replied, obviously not trying to answer Sun’s genuine question. “You just came to after being asleep for about a month in your own head, you’ll need a day or two to get your systems in order.” Sun said, slumping his back and resting his elbows on his knees

“And how do you know all of that?” Moon asked curiously, as that most certainly did not sound like something he would say.
“I may have learned a couple things from Freddy.” He mumbled, smiling dorkily while glancing over at the side to avoid eye contact.

Moon frowned noticeably at that comment, upset that it was Freddy and not him who taught him all the little smart things he occasionally picks up on. He very delicately takes Sun’s wrist back in his hands to continue repairing his parts, upsettingly, Sunrise was hesitant before reluctantly handing himself over to Moondrop.

He weaved in the last couple of wires faster than he’d like for it to be—as it’ll fall off eventually with wear and tear if not put on carefully, but he didn’t really care at the moment, this was getting awkward. Because again, he tried to literally kill Sun and his girlfriend for the past month or so, he doesn’t even remember how long it's been.

“There, finished.” Moon stood up, dusting his starry pajama pants of grime and dirt from the lab floors. Sunrise hums softly, opening and closing his fist as a test before setting it back down. “Thank you! Uh—Moon.”

He nearly caught himself calling the man ‘Moony,’ that wouldn’t be the best thing to say in this situation. “Whatever.” He replied. Sun tilted his head in confused fondness.

Now there’s the Moondrop he knew.