#idk if it counts as domestic but it is slice of life ig

[echoversit]

Questions 1

I'll probably turn this into a mini-series of questions I wish I could ask Sun and Moon and their replies. This was inspired by @bamsara 's immaculate fic Solar Lunacy (which I have been posting a lot about whoops). Word count is about 1.8k so enjoy!

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     “I’ve got a question.” You say, sagging into the desk chair the same way you do after every long shift. You’re not even halfway through yet. Sun watches you curiously from the other side of the desk, moving to sit on it, hands moving to support him as he leans back. 

     “Shoot!” he sends you a grin and you mostly send one back. His gaze seems to intensify slightly, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“How do you guys solve problems?” you ask. Sun’s eyebrows raise slightly as he starts to think, a hand coming up to his chin.

“Permanently.” He seems to interrupt his own thinking, looking surprised and then his face goes suddenly blank, before he comes back and chuckles nervously. “Ahaha, what a thing to say! I’m not sure that was quite what I meant to-”

“You know, your face goes blank when you’re talking to Moon.” you interrupt him, eyebrows raised incredulously but a smile on your face. He blinks at you, genuinely surprised. 

“Really?” You nod.

“Oh yeah…I can also tell when Moon’s talking even when it's your turn. It’s kind of obvious. But you don’t talk a lot when it’s his turn. Is it harder to talk when it’s you or do you not have alot to say..?” You take a moment to look at his reaction. His eyebrows are raised in consternation, and there’s a wide smile on his face despite the intensity of his gaze.

“Well, sunshine, I didn’t realize you knew us so well!” he said, a hand coming to frame his face charmingly, sending you a wink. “But we got off topic, how do we solve problems? I usually try to figure out exactly what the source of the problem is and work top down.”

Your eyebrows narrow in thought. “...um, could I have an example?” He nodded quickly.

“Sure! Just the other day, a whole group of children had an upset. If I tried calming down each child individually, it could take all day and the problem might not be solved. I found the one that was the most upset- one of the younger ones- and discovered that he was extra hungry since he hadn’t had breakfast and it was already lunch! I gave him some food, he stopped crying, and with a little comforting, the rest of the children stopped too, since they were only crying in reaction to his tantrum.”

You scratch your cheek absentmindedly. “That makes sense. I like that approach.”

“Well thank you!” he leans a little closer to you. “What made you ask that question? Something happen in the outside world?” You cocked your head, a different question suddenly in mind.

“Sun..do you ever wish you could leave the daycare? Or even the pizzaplex?”

Sun’s face instantly went blank for a full ten seconds. When he came back, he fully shivered back into his frame, before his eyes jolted wide as his shaky grin. “What? What a silly question, that can’t have been what you were thinking of!” 

Your eyebrows furrow in concern. “No, I’m- are you ok? You just always say ‘outside world,’ and it made me curious-”

“Yes! We’re fine!! Now, no more pesky distractions, what happened to make you curious about problem solving?” His tone is a little less warm than you’re used to, but you try to shrug it off, studying his expression and latching onto the tiny, pinprick pupils that only appear when something has not gone to plan. You hold them for a long moment, watching as his guard tenses again, before your lips press together and you sigh, giving up. His tension lessens.

“I asked because there’s some stuff going on in my project group, and I’m not sure how to fix it.”

“Hmm, is that why I see a contact named “GP Idiot DNI” show up in your phone notifications?” he said casually, and you frown at him, glancing down at your phone, tossed onto the desk carelessly, now lighting up with text messages. You groan, partially forgetting the tension still in the air. 

“Yeah. Some of my groupmates have an issue with the leader, who…” your phone buzzes again, and you silence it decisively. “will not leave me alone. I’ve kind of become the center of the problem without even attempting to get into their argument.”

Sun made a sympathetic sound. “That does sound tough. Have you tried asking what happened?”

You roll your eyes. “I did, actually. I got a couple versions. The original argument was a year ago, they don’t even fully remember what happened. Making amends is out though, both parties made that clear.”

He hummed. “Well, have you tried switching groups? If you’ve become the center of a problem that’s not even recent, remove yourself. They can fight it out amongst themselves. Or just fail the project.”

You straighten. “I guess that’s a possibility. I’ll have to email my prof. I just feel bad..it’s my only on-campus class this semester, and I’ve been trying really hard since I know the professor.”

A large hand is placed on your shoulder.  Raising your head, Sun looks down at you kindly. “If you know them, they know how hard of a worker you are. I’m sure they’ll understand.” You smile back up, pleased with your solution. Thinking about it a little, you’re pretty sure if you explain it at the next class, the prof will let you switch. There’s still enough time. You put your hand over his in a show of thanks.

“Thanks, Sun. I guess I just needed a new perspective. I don’t really have a lot of people to ask, but I’m glad I talked to you about it.” You fiddle with your other hand a little as you say it. His smile shrinks but grows considerably more genuine.

“Well I’m flattered that you thought to come to me first.” he says softly, thumb smoothing slowly over your hand exactly twice before he stood up suddenly. “Now, we need to finish cleaning up! We’ve left this awful mess for this long?”

You chuckle quietly and heave yourself out of the comfortable security chair.

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You make eye contact with the red-eyed wonder to your right as you fiddle with a broken security bot.

“Hey Moon?”

His attention on you sharpens. His eyes are always on you anyways, but you tend to attribute it to his security programming. Facial recognition and all that.

“How come you can speak when Sun’s out but he doesn’t speak when you’re out?”

He blinks once, face going neutral for a moment before he shrugs. You grimace at him, and he tugs at his cap. After you glare at him for a few more seconds, he lifts into the air slightly on the wire system, body going slightly limp as he does so- his nervous tell. You try not to break your gaze in triumph.

“-gets more time.” You blink. 

“Hmm?”

“There’s more lights on than off. I get a little bit of his turn.”

You consider this. The pizzaplex is lights on around 7AM, but opens at 8. Then, the building closes at 10:30 at night, but depending on your shift the lights can stay on until midnight. That’s only 7-8 hours for Moon versus- you double check your math- 16 or 17 for Sun? No wonder they’re so neurotic- Sun barely gets any rest and Moon gets barely any time to stretch his legs. You say the first thing that comes to mind.

“That’s not fair.” Moon floats a foot or two above the ground, still. Listening. You continue. “Management or Parts and Services need to even that out. Or make lights turn out quicker or something. You only get a few hours to be fully active and Sun has to run for most of the day? You’ve got to be restless out of your mind and Sun’s got to be fucking exhausted. I bet that’s part of why he doesn’t say much when it’s you turn.” you finish, frustrated on the animatronic’s behalf. 

Moon stares at you, eyes white. He doesn’t even manage a “language.” You take this as a confirmation of your speculation.

You hum. “I bet if I email Management about that and make a case about not overworking one side of the daycare attendant over the other they’d do something about it.” you think for a moment. “I might say something about it to Freddy too? I think he mentioned that he can make complaints to management one time.” You walk over to Moon and pat him on the arm since you can’t reach his shoulder. “Would that help a bit?” You don’t want to overstep. Moon looks at you, blinking one eye into a red glow. He smiles at you, something closer to real from Moon than you’d seen yet.

“Problem-solver. New nickname?” You laugh at the reference to your earlier conversation. “No, I’ll keep the one have, thanks.” you flash your gifted nametag and his smile sharpens in delight. You wink at him, and turn to screw the last few bolts into the security bot and watch it's eyes flash on. After setting it on it’s way, you turn back to Moon as he does what Sun did earlier and shivers slightly, eyes refocusing on you after a moment. You stand again and wipe off your knees, stretching and then checking your watch. It’s late. You look up meet Moon’s eyes head on, finding him quite a bit closer to you than a few seconds ago, watching you very closely from just a foot or two to your side, feet back on the ground. You startle slightly at the looming animatronic, but shrug it off, clearing your throat. 

“I should probably head out, I have class tomorrow..” you say, almost regretful to go, but you can’t think of any other reason to stay. Moon silently escorts you to the staff exit door onthe wire system. As you wave and open the door, he snickers seemingly to nothing, then turns back to you.

“If you are not removed from your group project idiot..remove them.” You shake your head in amusement. 

“Nope, sorry. Not happening, thank though. Goodnight, Moon.”

He stares into space for a minute, face blank and eyes black. The red glow comes back after a moment. 

“Goodnight Brat.” then, a slight crackle. His eyes flicker white briefly. Then, a much brighter voice comes out then you were used to. “Goodnight, Sunshine! See you tomorrow!”

You straighten, then grin and wave again. Moon’s eyes shift fully to white. “Goodnight Sun! Both of you have a nice night!” a silent wave accompanies you out the door. 

As you clock out and exit the building, the night’s discussions leave you thinking. An email to management was definitely in order to solve that issue- Sun and Moon would probably be a lot calmer if their schedule was evened out. They might enjoy things more, and that might help whatever was wrong with Moon...? You tuck that thought away for now. That was one problem solved, but you wouldn’t be forgetting that system reboot when you asked if they ever wanted to leave. Getting in your car, you russle through your bag and toss the heavy “Fazbear Entertainment Extended Staff Rules, Guidelines, Legal Reminders, and Permissions” book onto your dashboard and prepared yourself for a late night of McDonald’s coffee. You had some reading to do about how far your animatronic handling responsibilities can stretch.