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gamequeenanya · 9 months

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Security Breach: The Collab Fic! - Violet’s Version (Part 1)

Summary: A girl named Pocket has a birthday today. The animatronics in the Pizzaplex help her celebrate, along with a slew of other friends! But what happens when the Moon gets tickled? Chaos, naturally!

(Note: Since Pocket cancelled this fic, I offered to write it instead, and she gave me permission! This fanfic is the one with YOUR OCs in it! All OCs belong to their respective owners. Enjoy!)

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It was a busy day in the Pizzaplex. There were so many customers that they had to close the pizza stand early because they ran out of dough. But it was also a special day in the Pizzaplex because it was the One Year Grand Opening!

There was one girl working in the Pizzaplex as a writer for many stories that would be told about the animatronics here. Her name was Pocket. She had brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, and was about average height. She was really cute, and she loved her job as a writer. However it was difficult finding her passion again. You see, she had trouble saying "no" to people and the story requests kept piling up. So she felt trapped trying to write things to please other people instead of focusing on the things that made her happy.

One day she passed by the Daycare in front of the slide, and she met someone. It was her friend, Glamrock Freddy.

"Hello Pocket!" He said enthusiastically. Then he noticed the look on her face. "Oh. What's wrong, Superstar?"

She sighed. "Hey Freddy. It's all this work I have to do..."

Freddy offered a hug. "There there; it's okay. We'll find a way to help you, Superstar."

She nodded, hugging Freddy. "Thank you..."

Some loud laughter was heard from the daycare. Curiously, Freddy went over to check it out. Pocket followed him. When they were at the fun slide, she went first. Sliding down the slide and feeling a rush of excitement as she went fast. It was like being a kid again.

Glamrock Freddy called out to see if she was alright. She called back.

“I’m fine!”

Swimming through the pit, she found the source of the noise. It was the Daycare Attendant Sun laughing as many people tickled him. Among them were Nova: a purple haired cat girl, Insanity: a pale ginger, Rando: a punk goth with half his head shaved, Rain: someone with blue eyes and long hair, Travis: someone with vitiligo and an all-black outfit, Aenz: someone with pink hair and pink/white clothes, Ash: someone with black hair, brown eyes, and brown skin, Bee: someone with dark hair and skin, who wore a yellow shirt and black and yellow Pikachu ears, Mizuki: a girl with purple hair, green eyes, and a purple outfit.

And while some people tickled him, others preferred to watch. Some of them giggling while doing so. The people watching were Smileheart: a redhead with pink skin, A: a guy with black ripped skinny jean overalls, and Joker: a tall man with brown hair, black eyes, and a caramel skin tone.

“OHOHOHOHOOOOHOOO GOOHOOHOOOHOOODNESS!!” He shrieked. There must have been about ten people there, poking his sides, back, belly, and upper torso. “STAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHP! PLEHEEHEHEHHEEHEHEEHEASE!”

Pocket giggled. Just another day at the Pizzaplex. “Hey guys!” She called out, waving to them.

“Oh, hey Pocket!” They all said, waving back.

Seeing as they were busy waving to their friend, Sun took this opportunity to get them back, skittering his fingers along their sides.

They shrieked loudly, all running in circles to try and either get away or form a counter strike. Some of them got far enough to escape Sun’s amazing tickles. Most weren’t so lucky.

“A tickly Sun is on the loose!” Mizuki cried, and ran to the light switch. She turned the lights off. “Bye bye!”

Everyone gasped, a sinking feeling going through them at realizing what happened.

“Ahhhhhhhhh! Noooooooooo!” Sun shrieked. “What have you done?!” He fell to the ground and struggled, weakened by the dark.

“Sun…?” Mizuki said. “Are you okay?”

Suddenly, Sun sprang to his feet. But he wasn’t Sun anymore.

“Ohooooohooooooo!” Moon said. “Big mistake…!”

He wiggled his fingers and chased the screaming crowd. Scooping Ash, Smileheart, and Travis into his arms, he tickled their bellies. They scream-laughed, pushing at his fingers, trying to get loose.

Mizuki puffed out her chest. “Not so fast, Mr. Moon! I know your weakness!”

She sneaked around behind him and tickled behind his knees.

“EEEYAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAAA!”

He screamed and let go of the captives, hands going to protect his sides.

“Hey, he’s ticklish too!” A cried, and he proceeded to poke and prod Moon’s hypersensitive torso.

“AHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAHAHAAA!”

“Wow, you’re worse than Sun!” Joker teased. That made Moon squeal even harder.

…

Meanwhile, Scott’s hair was drying in the Salon. Glamrock Chica was there now, feeling a little lonely. Being a former security guard at Freddy’s, he was at least 60 now, though his beauty shone through even at this age. He had thick grey hair, was average height, and was slightly underweight.

He used to be the Phone Guy. Now he was an undercover investigator.

He never took his eyes off Chica, feeling uneasy. It wasn’t fair of course, since she’d never done anything to him, but she understood the trauma he must have been through. She moved slowly as she undid his hair curlers.

It was Scott who started the conversation.

“Hey Chica, how’s it going?”

She perked up at him speaking to her. “Oh, I’m fine! Never been better!” She spoke too quickly and grinned a little too wide. Maybe she would have convinced an ordinary person, but Scott could tell when someone was lying.

“Oh. Uh, listen. If there’s something on your mind, I’ll be here to uh, listen.” He said slowly, wanting to be kind.

She finished with his hair and sat in the chair next to him, ready to clear her mind of woes.

…

Roxanne Wolf stomped around the track.

Chica’s words echoed in her head. She’d told Roxy she spent too much time in front of the mirror these days, and they hardly spent time together.

Obviously Chica was being silly! After all, she needed that time in front of the mirror. How else would she convince herself she was beautiful…?!

She tried not to think of something else in their life that would have affected her behaviour. Instead she kept stomping around the track. She didn’t look where she was going and almost ran into someone.

“Hey, careful!!”

The person stopped and looked up at her. It was Shannon, one of Pocket’s best friends.

“Wait, you’re Roxy!” She said. “I love you!”

Roxy was about to send the person away but stopped and grinned.

“Of course you do. I’m the best!” She flipped her green hair to show off. “So, are you interested in learning to race?”

Shannon nodded.

There were a couple of other fans watching as well named Sofia and Nicole. They decided to stay and watch Roxy too.

…

Meanwhile Glamrock Freddy was dealing with something of his own. Pocket was following the crowd’s example and had started to poke Freddy’s upper torso where his ribs would be. And to make things worse, more friends of Pocket’s had shown up! Fluff and Ray were tickling Freddy’s hips and legs.

“Hahahahahaahhahahahaha! Superstar~!” He giggled. And then Nova came up and tickled along his hips. “Hey, wahahahahahaaait!” Freddy cried. “That’s not fair!”

Then Moon, who’d managed to escape the naughty people’s fingers, ran over and scooped up Pocket, Bee, and Rain. He ran through the Pizzaplex, laughing like a gremlin.

“I’ve got the birthday girl! Ahahaahahahaaaahaaa! Your party will be ruined!”

Freddy and the crowd gasped.

“Not so fast! We’ll save her!”

And they chased after Moon, who was giggling as he tickled the current captives. He mostly went for the sides, belly, and neck.

“HAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” They squealed.

Moon ran all the way to the Raceway.

Seeing him and the laughing captives, Roxy got an idea. As she finished her safety lesson in the parked car she was showing them, she wiggled her paw pads.

“And when you’re driving, never ever let yourself get distracted.”

Giving Sofia and Nicole some playful pokes, she relished in their squeals. Shannon just preferred to watch, and smiled.

…

Meanwhile, Chica told Scott her woes. She talked about how concerned she was with how distant Roxy was. How she was spending too much time in the mirror and was neglecting their friendship. Scott felt for her and offered some comfort.

She accepted the hug, pulling him in close, and felt him stiffen.

“Oh. Heh!” He tried to make himself calm, assuring himself that Chica was in Safe Mode. It was nice and quiet for a while. He patted her back.

“Yeah, uhh… Is there an animatronic therapist around here?” He wondered. “Cause uh, to me it sounds like Roxy is suffering. Maybe she needs to talk about whatever is troubling her?”

“Maybe…” Chica said, looking away. “I guess I didn’t notice it, I thought she was being selfish. But not too long ago, one of our band mates was in a tragic accident…”

Scott chuckled despite everything. “Yeah. That’ll do it.”

…

There was a small bot in the Pizzaplex as well. All he wanted was to give people maps – as well as scaring people with his little jumpscare. He did the same thing when an unsatisfied customer wanted a refund.

Seeing some people rush by, he offered his map. But Moon was the one carrying them and he ran right past, bumping into Map Bot and making him spin around in circles.

A visitor named Juno noticed poor Map Bot and came over to steady him.

“Hey… Are you okay?”

Map Bot beeped with a nod. He seemed confused by the affection.

Juno checked him over for any damage to his casing, feeling around the area his ribs would be. The bot started to giggle.

Chuckling, Juno continued, checking the belly and spine area. Map Bot laughed, wrapping his arms around his waist. Finally Juno got to his hips. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Please stop!” He said robotically. The visitor obliged, now seeing what was going on. There was a smile on their face.

“Don’t worry, you only have a few scratches on your casing. Your mechanic should have no problem!”

Map Bot sighed in relief.

“Thank you. Moon does not usually barrel past like that.” Reaching into his bag, he then offered a gift. “Now please, take a map! Free map.”

(End of Part 1!)

#fnaf tickling #the collab fic #I hope you all enjoy #fnaf tickles #the fic with your ocs in it #and a special present for Pocket as well!#hope you all love it!#my writing

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agere-fic-recs · 2 years

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Re-Adjusting by Anonymous

Official Summary:

The grand re-opening of the Superstar Daycare counted as an all-around success. After a virus in Moon’s code and a following incident had led to its closing for nearly a year, people had treated the daycare with a general distrust, which meant there weren’t too many people excited to have the ‘dangerous’ animatronics watching their children again. But for the few people who did show up on the first day, everything went smoothly. Parents and children were greeted at the large front doors by Sun and a human staff member, Sun welcoming the child in while the staff member helped their parent with anything they needed. During the first six months staff members were required to look over the daycare, to make sure the parents felt safe with leaving their children there.

Status: Complete

Word Count: 2671 words, Oneshot

Submitted by Pigeon

#fics to regress to #fnaf agere #oneshot #fluff #hurt/comfort #agere fic recs #agere fic rec

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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Can I have that one one shot idea that i gave of reed and Julius from the breaking wheel possessing sun and moon and reader possessing djmm (maybe a more humanoid version of him, but big nonetheless), and they all just reunite?

Some hurt/comfort is what I need to see with them

When the Daycare Attendant was being created, there was a plan to give him an endoskeleton like the Glamrocks, only with a slimmer frame.

But production of those endos was getting expensive, so the company tried searching for alternatives. And they just so-happened upon an old exoskeleton that was just rotting away in an auction house, up for bid at a dirt-cheap price.

They bought it right away without sending someone to examine how old it was or if it even still functioned.

After the technicians tested it, they discovered its joints were still extremely flexible. It was exactly what they needed.

They managed to turn it into a brand new endoskeleton before working on the rest of the Attendant's casing. Long months passed, but he was completed just in time for the Mega Pizzaplex’s grand opening.

He activated in Superstar Daycare, greeting the families with acrobatics and amazing the children in every way. Even some of the adults thought he was a human entertainer for a minute.

Once the excitement died down and daycare services were up and running, he did his best to attend to every child’s wants and needs. They were certainly a handful, but he didn’t mind. He’ll make sure they’re all safe while during their guardians’ visit to the mall.

For most of the day, nothing went wrong..

Until something unusual happened.

While Sun was trying to help a kid count, he didn’t even get to start at one as he stared down at his hands, blinking. He was lost in a strange trance that blocked out the kid’s whining.

He suddenly wasn’t feeling like..

Himself anymore.

Who was he?

‘What is this...? Where am I? Why am I not d-’

“SUNNY!!”

The kid yanking on his collar ruffles finally got his attention, and he panicked, shoving a box of crayons to the floor by accident. They stared at him with wide eyes as he stood up from his seat. “S-Sunny-?”

“Don’t touch or yell!” He rasped with sudden anger. “Now look what you’ve done! I have a mess to clean up because of you!!”

They flinched, starting to cry in fear.

Only when Sun heard them sniffle did he realize..he got angry for no reason. He didn’t know what overcame him in that moment. So he tried comforting them the best he could.

“Sunshine..d-don’t cry. I’m-”

But they were quick to run away and hide somewhere else in the daycare.

‘What’s happening to me? I need some alone time..’ Holding his head, he anxiously looked around, seeing the other children at nearby tables staring at him.

‘I must clean up first..’ He opted to ignore them and instead cleaned up his mess with shaky hands, before running back to his tower.

Once inside he sighed, trembling as he hugged himself and paced back and forth, trying to make sense of his outburst.

But as he passed by the black empty screen of the Balloon World game, for a brief moment he saw someone that didn’t look like him at all:

It was a brunette kid, one who was definitely much older than the kids he cared for. Scars were all over his face, his mouth dribbled with blood, and there was a large bruise around his neck in the shape of two robotic hands.

Sun immediately stopped and looked at himself again.

His reflection was normal.

Was his vision just glitching?

For a while, he stared at the screen, feeling the petals that surrounded his head-

“Okay, that’s freaky.”

Startled, he looked around, suddenly recognizing the voice. “J-Julius? You’re still here?”

“No shit, Reed. What happened to us? We look like some weird sun clown.”

“I think they used that springlock endo suit to make us into an animatronic.” He felt the leathery ribbons on his wrists, recognizing them as the same material. “Yeah..still has the leather straps and everything.”

“Oh great, so we’re still stuck in the suit that you used to kill me. You’re a real asshole for doing that, y’know? This is all your fault-”

"I know, I know!” Reed snapped. “I just..I-I didn’t think the remote’s frequency would reach you, Julius! I’m sorry..I-I never should’ve left you there overnight.”

“A little late for that, you prick. But whatever..hope you’re happy with your revenge.”

“I-I’m not. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. You had every right to kill me.”

“...yet here we are, not dead. At least we don’t look like a mangled corpse. I don’t feel any of that pain anymore.”

“That’s good. So..what now?”

For a few moments, Julius remained quiet, and Reed thought he was just tired of talking to him.

“Can you dim the lights?”

“Huh?” He was confused by the request.

“Heard you blabbering some rule about “keeping the lights on” earlier. Just wondering what happens if they’re off.”

“...I was talking about that?”

“Just do it.”

Nodding, Reed went over to the only switch in the room and flipped it, turning the lights off. Immediately he felt his head spinning, the petals retracting as his clothing and casing turned from warm yellow to cool blue. He looked down at his striped pants and saw them change to glowing stars, amazed.

“Woah..”

“Dude---woah...now I’m hearing you for once. Cool.” Julius chuckled, realizing he was in control now. Something fell out of his chest cavity and he quickly grabbed it. “A nightcap? Do I have to wear this thing?”

“That’s up to you. So..I guess we have a day and night mode, and we share control that way.”

“Seems like it.” Putting the cap on, he returned to the arcade machine to look at himself. “Oh man..I look way creepier! Haha! I’m like the freaking boogeyman now!”

“.....”

"..Reed?”

“......”

Sighing, Julius stood up straight. “Look, it’s whatever. I’m over it. We’ll get used to this-”

“..n-no, I know. It’s just..”

“What? Spill.”

“You ever wonder if [y/n]’s gotten closure on what happened to us?”

That thought never dawned on him until now.

Of course..how could either of them forget you? You’ve been such a fan of Freddy’s, always invested in the spooky rumors and making your own wild theories.

Hell, you even wrote your own song about them.

But most importantly..you were their crush. Which led to quite a lot of fights between them that you had to break up, though it never stopped Julius from showing off and insulting Reed’s looks behind your back.

Then you had to leave town the day he finished the exoskeleton, which he was super upset about as he wanted to impress you with his robot. He thought for sure you’d fall for him and his “amazing brain”.

So he only put on the suit to make a video to send you.

And, well..the rest was history.

“Dunno, where the heck would they be after all this time? Are they even still around?”

“If there’s any luck..they might be here. They loved everything Freddy’s-related, especially if music’s involved.”

“...their obsession was so weird, and they were always daydreaming about those creepy robots. But they had a nice face-”

Suddenly he jumped as he heard kids yelling for Sun, sounding like they were diving into the ballpit in search for him. He groaned in annoyance, forgetting he had a job now. “We’ll look for them after closing, alright? At least I don’t have to deal with the brats.”

“I think you’ll have to later on,” Reed pointed out. “We’re on some schedule where Moon watches them from evening to closing. Moon meaning..you.”

“Shoot...I mean shoot! Darn it, we have filters now.”

“Well, we’re stuck entertaining babies so we can’t swear in front of them.”

“...I hate this already. Lights on.”

..........

Elsewhere in the Pizzaplex, you woke up from yet another long and deep slumber. You sat up and took off your glasses--giant glasses for that matter--to rub your eyes.

Ever since you first woke up here, you realized you weren’t human anymore. But instead you were some giant humanoid robot with six arms and dressed like a DJ, donning blue, white, and pink facepaint and clothes. You couldn’t remove the green and red headphones that covered your ears no matter how hard you tried.

Yet you could hear everything clearly: the noise of the crowds who visited this arcade, the music available to you on the booth, and the workers who introduced you to the public as “DJ Music Man”.

This only meant one thing:

Your spirit somehow came to possess this animatronic.

‘So..is this what all those kids felt?’ You had wondered, stunned that those rumors were true--the rumors of haunted robots and the torment they suffered being trapped in a suit.

Strangely enough, you didn’t feel like you were suffering. At least not physically.

You don’t even remember how you got here..or how you died.

Not that it mattered anymore. You couldn’t just undo that.

So you accepted your new life here, playing music at your stage and seeing teens, kids, and a bright and vibrant version of Freddy flock over to the dancefloor to party.

It was actually a lot of fun. You could get used to this.

Sometime after closing, a worker switched on the “bouncer mode” that was still in development and just kinda...left you that way. You weren’t sure if it was to protect the arcade from intruders, but it did give you more control over yourself. And the ability to move freely if you wanted to. The many giant holes throughout the place were the only way for you to get around without breaking the arcade machines.

So you checked those out, scaling the walls with much ease.

Though you soon paused as you heard a voice.

“Wow..this is so much bigger than the other arcade...yeah..[y/n] and I went to the arcade after school all the time. I miss that a lot..I miss them, Julius.”

Julius.

‘That’s a familiar name..’ You blinked, looking down and seeing a sun-themed jester animatronic walking around. There were some posters of this character around the arcade, alongside a moon-themed character.

Were they one in the same?

Suddenly he stopped and looked up, standing still as this giant animatronic clinging to the wall loomed over him.

As you climbed down, he took another step back, but he didn’t immediately run off, which was good. You always hated to intimidate people just because of your size.

Once you were on the ground, you knelt in front of him. “Hello..Sun, right?” You greeted, and he could see the inside of your mouth glowing pink. “Are you looking for someone? Maybe..me?”

Sun was frozen on the spot, before he lowered his head and was muttering to himself. “H-He sounds so much like them, Julius..”

“You’re meaning to tell me...[y/n]’s inhabiting that thing?! It’s gotta be a coincidence. I don’t fucking believe it for a minute!”

"We won’t know unless we ask. For them, it’s worth a try. I got this.”

Suddenly he perked up and waved to you. “Hello, big DJ!! Uh..I am looking for someone, actually. Do you happen to know a...[y/n]?”

“...that’s my name..or..at least I think it is.” You muttered, surprised. “How did you know that?”

“W-Well..it’s...it’s not easy for us--me..t-to-”

“You’re speaking a little too softly. Let me help.” You set your hand on the ground, letting him step into your palm. Then you lifted him closer to your face, tilting your head and smiling. “Okay, continue.”

“It’s us, [y/n]..Reed and Julius.” Sun’s hands shook. The pain in both of their hearts was very real. You sounded exactly like you used to, except your voice was more robotic and chipper now.

You blinked with astonishment, removing your glasses to look at him.

They were shocked.

You had the same colored eyes, too--those same eyes they once fell in love with when all of you were alive.

“Both of you are inhabiting this body? How did...I don’t understand. I don’t know how I got here but...do you guys remember? Do you remember anything? Why-?”

“Hey, hey..it’s okay, [y/n].” He patted your cheek comfortingly. “I promise we’ll explain everything. This might sound confusing but..wh-when I’m Sun, I’m in control. And Julius is Moon. We’re pretty much two robots in one.”

“..I see. Well..I guess you two learned to finally get along, huh?” You chuckled, relieved to reunite with them again. “We have a lot to catch up on.”

Reed nodded. “Yeah..we do.”

“Not gonna lie...they look so much cooler than us.”

“Julius we’re trying to have a moment!”

#this was longer than expected but #enjoy!#clanask #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #fnaf novels #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf djmm #fnaf reed #fnaf julius #angst #hurt/comfort

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thestrangest-doll-inthe-valley · 2 years

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Here Comes the Sun, Little Darling

****TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS MENTIONS OF SELF HARM, ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, PAST ABUSE OF VARYING KINDS. PLEASE DO NOT @ ME IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ OR DO NOT LIKE- SIMPLY GO SOMEWHERE ELSE, PLEASE.****

*This will be several chapters long and I will be posting it elsewhere and sharing the link when I have time.

**This work was inspired by a prompt from @angelsandarsenic as well as various headcannons, tiktoks, the source material (Five Nights at Freddy’s Security Breach), my own headcannons and concepts. The artwork above came from picrew. If you would like a link to the site, please send an ask or comment on this post. This work was written with an attempt to make a relatable comfort fic for those of us that enjoy the fandom and experience voluntary/involuntary age regression and would like to experience the universe in that light.

Chapter 1: Freddy and Friends Careplex

Fazbear Entertainment was one of the most progressive companies that the food, retail, and entertainment industries had seen in years. As Mental Health America and advocacy for Mental Health Awareness and mental health in general grew, Fazbear Entertainment found a way to be part of the movement and capitalize off of a previously stigmatized and unspoken portion of the population. Thanks to the success of Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex, especially the Superstar Daycare, the company discovered the profit and (welcomed) publicity of becoming a haven for Age Regressors and their Caregivers at Pizzaplex. Unbeknownst to the public, the CEO was already collaborating with the top suppliers of regression related products- everything from onesies to bottles to diapers and pull-ups to toys and stuffed animals, you name it and there was company for it that the CEO was building bridges with- to create a special chain that would be their first debut into locations that focused on entertainment and shopping. These locations would feature Daycares with attached boutiques and kidcore eateries. They were already looking into the possibility of making more copies of the animatronics from the Pizzaplex, primarily Sundrop, Moondrop, and Freddy, to cut back on the number of human employees while also bringing in familiar faces across the country to make their locations more accessible to the Regression and Care community.

The first test location was to open up under the name of Freddy and Friends Careplex in the suburbs of Asheville, North Carolina. A seeming melting pot for all types of people, it appeared to be the best place to test out the new branch of Fazbear Entertainment. It’s grand opening took place on the first official day of spring and featured a very special brand ambassador from the community named Addison Miras who was held in Moondrop’s arms with her caregiver Ember Hollis standing next to them with all the other animatronics crowding in as well, including the newly designed Bonnie and Foxy done up in the Pizzaplex’s Glamrock theme though in a bit softer, pastel palette. If one looked close enough, Addison was actually red-faced after recovering from an overstimulation meltdown. This is the story of Addison’s trial run at the very first Careplex.

“Addie, it’s time to get going,” Ember called as he knelt down by his closet where his decidedly not-little girl was scrunched into the far corner. “This is a really awesome opportunity, Honey-bunches. Fazbear Entertainment wanted you to be the first Baby Girl to spend time at the Careplex! You loved watching Sunrise and Moondrop’s Daycare Days and now you get to be a part of it!”

“I’m not even Little! Why do I have to go?!” Addison argued, running a hand through her bleached and silver dyed hair. Her undercut could probably use a trim, even the floof was getting a bit long since she preferred it at jaw length.

“Addison, you haven’t slipped in months and it’s making you perpetually grumpy to say the least,” Ember pointed, scrubbing a hand through his long, wavy brunette locks. “Part of why we accepted this offer to do the test run and be the brand ambassadors was to help you recover from the incident. This isn’t about the money or the publicity, though they will be helpful. Bumble Bee, it’s about your health. You tried to kill yourself last month while I was at a company dinner… You clearly need something that I’m not giving you. That’s why we’re taking this amazing opportunity to introduce you to your comfort characters so they can help you work through things that I can’t- whether it’s because you won’t let me or that there’s nothing I can do.”

“Yeah right… You’re just finally sick of me… This is how you finally get a break so you can re-evaluate us and both types of relationship we have. You get to ditch me at some overgrown baby center and finally have some time where you’re not miserable,” Addison grumbled, hugging her knees to her chest and glaring at them. “You’ve got no more patience or tricks or solutions because I’m still just as broken as ever. I still don’t regress when I should or need to, all the other symptoms are out of control, and the triggers are even more sensitive than when we met… I get it… You’re tired of me and my bullshit… I am too.”

“If I thought spanking you every time you belittle or invalidate yourself would help, I would have put you over my knee years ago,” Ember exasperatedly replied. Addison was getting worse with her attitude every day. Coming back into contact with her old partner and caretaker had done a lot of damage. “I know that she hurt you really bad and for the umpteenth time. It’s okay to hurt. What’s not okay is how you’re choosing to handle it and that’s the only reason you didn’t get a say about the Littlest Superstar offer. Be honest, are you afraid since you’re the only one there overnight for a week or do you fully hate this?”

“I don’t want a bunch of people knowing about me and my life… I also don’t wanna be locked in a complex with a bunch of robots programmed to give me the newborn treatment for a week… by myself…” Addison snapped, losing steam as she continued her rant. She wasn’t a fan of becoming the Borderline Personality Disorder and Age Regressor poster child, which meant spilling her life story to eight billion and counting people across the globe. She also was afraid to be away from her Caregiver and Husband for that long, but she’d scared him half to death barely a month ago. Their friends and fellow caregivers were burnt out between trying to monitor her and still live their own lives. Addison felt awful about it all, but what was done was done…

“Addie, They’re programmed to take care of each Little based on the extensive paperwork that has to be filled out beforehand,” Ember broke down for her, knowing she didn’t have any knowledge of the details since she refused to actively participate in anything regarding the Littlest Superstar. “Daddy took care of all the paperwork so they already know how old you are big and little and a million other things. Sunrise even asked what baby’s favorite drinks and cups were and Moondrop asked if baby had a favorite lullaby.”

“What did you tell them?!” Addison panicked, feeling the heat rising up her neck to her cheeks, nose, and ears. She didn’t realize the animatronics were so… advanced and intuitive…

“Of course, Daddy had to say Baby Addie loves lavender and honey milk in her bottles and her favorite nigh nigh songs are the two songs that her comfort characters sing every episode- like when Sunrise sings “Everything Stays” by Rebecca Sugar and Moondrop sings “Rises the moon” by Liana Flores.” From what the Manager told Daddy, knowing those things made Sunrise and Moondrop very very happy and excited to meet Baby Addie.”

“Not a baby…” Addison blushed, feeling her mind desperately wanting to let the hazy feeling in to stay. It was humiliating to think that some stranger was having meetings with animatronics and getting them hyped to take care of someone who pretended to be a baby as a coping mechanism. At the same time, it was comforting and maybe a little exciting that her comfort characters wanted to take care of her and know all the seemingly silly and tiny details about making her happy.

“Oh, that’s the only protest, huh?” Ember playfully smirked as he watched her face light up with a blush. “Well, Sunrise and Moondrop will be very sad to find out that their precious Baby Addie was just an elaborate story cooked up by some guy that apparently was hallucinating that he had a precious baby girl that adored their very existence.”

“I… I don’t want… want them to be sad,” Addison frowned, shooting her Daddy a worried look. Little or not, Addison couldn’t stand the thought of disappointing them. They were the reason she could have regressions that made her happy and that she could try to have a better life.

“Then we at least need to show up,” Ember explained, reaching out in a request to pick her up. He wasn’t much bigger than her, but what he lacked in height or width was more than made up for in his strength. “Do you want Daddy to do changies or are you gonna let Sunrise and Moondrop welcome Baby Addie back?”

“I’ll go, but that doesn’t mean I’m going into headspace,” Addison petulantly qualified, trying to dissipate the haze. “I’m not a baby.”

“Whatever you say, Honey-bunches,” Ember submitted as he stood up before bending over and hefting his concerningly light baby girl onto his hip. “Daddy already packed your suitcase. We just need to change you into an uppy and more appropriate attire and then into Addie’s carseat and off to the Careplex we go.”

Addison didn’t even try to argue as Ember carried her to the somewhat dusty nursery and laid her on the changing mat. It was still uncomfortable and shaming for Ember to change her after the hospitalization that was barely a month ago. She still had scars forming and stitches on her chest between her average sized breasts from where she tried to pry her ribcage open from the sternum area. There were smaller scars that were quite deep but thin and long littered on her thighs, calves, chest, upper arms, and a couple on her neck. She felt awful because there was always a sad gleam in Ember’s eyes whenever he would confront them as he changed her. Her bandages on her chest were already freshly cleaned and secured so it wasn’t as bad as it would’ve been if they were exposed. Addison realized there was no arguing with Ember about what was or wasn’t happening since she had already seen that it was a requirement for any regressors in her headspace range to at least be wearing a pull up and clothes that made easy access for changes at all times. On the brightside, as the Littlest Superstar, Addison was sent an array of regression supplies that were themed around her favorite characters from the franchise. There were pull-ups, diapers, pacifiers, bottles, toys, onesies, sleepers, skirts, skirtalls, shortalls, leggings, bibs, books and so much more that were plastered with Sunrise, Moondrop, or both- all in her size. Ember clearly had everything planned out to try to help her slip before they arrived at the Careplex. He picked out a onesie that was bicolored- pastel yellow on the left and a baby friendly night sky blue on the right with the images of Sunrise and Moondrop posing in the center. The pull-up was covered in suns, sunflowers and yellow hearts with an image of Sunrise’s face around the high rising waist (Addison was sure it was meant to fit like a pull- on diaper considering how bulky it was and how it sit) but would change colors to show Moondrop’s aesthetic when wet. There was an alternate design that did the same thing but started with Moondrop and changed to Sunrise when wet. There was a pastel ombre yellow and blue skirt covered in symbols for both Sunrise and Moondrop that was short enough to show the snaps and anywhere that her future diaper would puff out of the leg holes. There were mismatched knee socks- one Sunrise and one Moondrop and mary janes that also appeared to be mismatched. Addison sighed as the change was completed, only to be stopped as Ember slipped her favorite pacifier that had both characters in cute chibis on the shield into her mouth and slipped on the cardigan that matched the theme of her outfit.

Ember sighed and smiled sadly as he helped her stand up, not missing the telltale crinkle of her pull-up, “You look so cute, Sundrop. Sunrise and Moondrop are going to spend every waking moment doting on their littlest fan and you’re going to have a great time. Instead of pretending with videos, you’ll actually get to have Sunrise play with you… and style your hair… and Moondrop will do your whole nigh night routine… and be there to make Baby Addie feel all better…”

“Why do you sound sad, Daddy?” Addison prompted as best she could around her paci, looking concerned and confused. She wasn’t a baby, really she wasn’t, but an oral fixation was an oral fixation (or so she justified as she internally grumbled that the haze was clinging to her tired brain).

“Because this is the first time I’ve even come close to seeing my Bumble Bee in months and she’s going bye bye to spend time with her comfort characters,” Ember admitted as he pulled her into a hug and ran a hand through her hair. “Daddy’s gonna be very lonely without you in the house, but he’s also so so so excited that his baby gets to be the Littlest Superstar.”

They stayed embraced for a few more minutes. Neither of them said anything, Ember just swayed them a bit in a familiar motion of comfort. Addison didn’t really have a response. It hadn’t processed or made sense to her that Ember actually liked and encouraged her regressions. She didn’t think it was any loss to him if she didn’t regress… However, this was raising the question of whether she had been hurting him more than she thought with her lashing out and avoiding her regressions… She realized she hurt him when she tried to take her life and she felt awful when she finally came to her senses in the hospital, but was she hurting him with every day that she refused to regress? Was she depriving him of his coping mechanism by denying her own? Addison didn’t get much more time to dwell as he walked her towards the garage and guided her into her carseat on the passenger side in the backseat. If there was any chance she was little, Ember would never let her sit up front. He cited that she didn’t need another traumatic incident to add to her list that could cause problems with her regressions. Addison had to admit, as she watched out her window as they took off for the Careplex, that she adored Ember and appreciated that he was fighting so hard for her even when she wouldn’t do it for herself. Maybe he was right and she was pushing him too much and what she needed was to spend time with the two comforting characters that could do no wrong in her mind.

Meanwhile, at the Careplex, the animatronics were getting restless for the arrival of their first Regressor. Leading up to the big day, each of the animatronics had been receiving software and hardware upgrades and having maintenance done to ensure a successful pilot week. However, there was one animatronic that was having a little trouble lately and his name was Moondrop. After the question of safety concerns arose from caregivers across the country, the company sent out upgraded microchips and animatronic parts for any of the ones that were compatible. As it turned out, the only ones not compatible were Rockstar Bonnie, Freddy Fazbear, and Sunrise due to their code and endoskeletons creating errors for the parts and microchips.

“It’s almost time, it’s almost time!” Sunrise cheered, dancing around the atrium.

“Is everyone in their places for the Littlest Superstar’s arrival?” The manager, Marina questioned, grabbing the Fazpad and going through the checklist one more time. “Freddy Fazbear?”

“I am here,” Freddy confirmed, his ears wiggling.

“Glamrock Chica?” Marina called out.

“Over here!” Chica responded, waving a hand in the air to attract the manager’s eye. She stood to Freddy’s left.

“Glamrock Bonnie?”

“Right here!” Bonnie called from Freddy’s right side.

“Foxy?”

“Beside Bonnie,” Foxy confirmed.

“Roxanne Wolf?”

“I’m right next to Chica,” Roxy informed.

“Sunrise?”

“Alleyoop! Over here!” Sunrise chuckled from the turnstiles behind everyone.

“Sunrise, please get down and stand by Roxy,” Marina sighed with a half smile. She could see why kids and age regressors loved him. “Alright, last one. Where’s Moondrop?”

There was only silence as everyone waited for the yawn and retort about disturbing nap time. They were waiting for quite awhile before they realized that the one that should have been responding was missing.

“Guys, where is Moondrop?” Marina pressed as all the animatronics looked around in confusion. “Sunrise, where’s your counterpart?”

“Moondrop may very well be in repairs again,” Freddy helpfully supplied. “Sunrise had told the technicians about the difficulties that Moondrop has been having since the Security upgrades. They have been spending a lot of time trying to figure out where the problem lies.”

“So you’re telling me that we’re about to have a sweet young lady that regresses just under two years old spend a week including overnights while Moondrop is essentially under the weather,” Marina clarified in disbelief as she frantically logged into the Maintenance main frame and searched for the log regarding Moondrop. Sure enough, the Maintenance Tech just signed off on releasing Moondrop for repairs regarding program barriers. “It’s too late to call it off… According to the alerts, Little Addie and her Caregiver, Ember, are already on the way…”

“Why would we cancel Baby Addie’s stay?” Moondrop spoke up, having just arrived through the maintenance tunnels in time to catch the manager’s last sentence.

He seemed a bit off, as if he were just booted up for the first time. Sunrise scrambled to his other half’s side. Things had been rough since the company split them into two separate beings instead of one that transformed. Moondrop was at the biggest disadvantage between the two of them given the creators never bothered to modify him to exist anywhere but Moondrop Cove where it was always much darker and quieter. His personality chip needed to be fixed or replaced since the damage to his code made him far more sensitive and irritable.

“Because you are one of her favorites, Moon,” Freddy explained. “If you are unwell and she will not see you, it will be far more upsetting than delaying her visit.”

“Oh. I apologize for the setbacks,” Moondrop responded, shrinking back.

“It’s alright, Moondrop,” Marina dismissed. “We’re just glad to have you back before Little Addie arrives. Alright, let’s review do’s and don’ts for Addison’s stay with us. If she isn’t already regressed, we need to help her slip in an amiable time and fashion. I will call your name and then tell you which one I want you to tell me.”

“Yes, Boss,” They all responded in semi-unison.

“Sunrise, what is a big no-no for Addie?” Marina prompted.

“Overstimulation is a big no-no! Baby Addie has BPD, PTSD, and ADHD,” Sunrise recited, glancing through the copy of the profile stored in his memory bank as his excitement jitters had him dancing in place. “She is sensitive to loud noises, overcrowding, and often has troubles with decisions, big or small!”

“Very good, Sunrise,” Marina praised, turning to his counterpart next. “Moondrop, what is a fuzzy wuzzy do for Little Addie?”

Moondrop tilted his head and froze, causing Sunrise to take his partner’s hands feeling a positive pulse through his circuits as Moondrop spoke up a couple minutes after, “Baby Addie has all of the songs we sang on our television series memorized. She likes our introduction song the most. The introduction song is a combination of Rebecca Sugar’s Everything Stays and Rises the Moon by Liana Flores. The company has paid a large sum towards royalties to be allowed to use the copyrighted materials and is hinging a lot on this branch of the company.”

“That’s correct so we want to be certain to make use of those songs both to make Addie happy and to make it worth the company’s investment,” Marina smoothed over as she noticed the other animatronics looking towards Moondrop as if he was still glitched. “Freddy, here’s a pop quiz for you. List the names of the animatronics at the Careplex in order of Addie’s most favorites to her least favorite.”

“Little Addison’s favorites in order are Sunrise and Moondrop, Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and Roxy,” Freddy recited, realizing none of his friends were aware that there was a ranking list as they all look towards him as if he was the bearer of bad news. “Out of an abundance of caution, Ember submitted a list of her favorites in order of most loved. He had hoped to prevent any further trauma given the unique experience she will be going through with us.”

“Why am I last on the list?” Roxy demanded, torn between anger and hurt.

“According to Ember, she is afraid of canines in general due to being attacked by larger dogs in the past. Therefore she is most afraid of you and Foxy,” Freddy supplied, gesturing to Marina to allow him to explain.

“What about the rest of us, Freddy?!” Chica fretted, upset that she didn’t rank as high as either of her counterparts from the original cast.

“Addison is overwhelmed by Chica and her high energy. Bonnie ranks below me because he is less familiar to her since the Pizzaplex was the first time she saw any of us. Therefore, I am more familiar and predictable,” Freddy continued on, relieved that his friends understood so far. “She spent over half their stay hiding in the Superstar Daycare areas that she was permitted to enter. Being identified as an adult by our previous programming, Addison was not allowed in the actual play area. Despite that, she discovered that her Little self found much comfort and safety even just watching them. Ember has stated that Addison has expressed a wish to be in the Daycare while being watched over by Sunrise and Moondrop on many occasions. Between the two, she is swayed more towards Moondrop.”

“Me?” Moondrop spoke up, surprised by the regressor’s preference. “Sunrise is the favorite of the majority of children and regressors…”

“Addison suffers from insomnia and terrible nightmares in addition to being easily overwhelmed,” Bonnie softly added. “You’re the quieter and more calming one in her mind. She’s only seen you two from afar so she doesn’t know that Sunrise can be just as relaxed while still being playful.”

“Alright everyone, you have her profile available at all times. We unfortunately don’t have any more time to go over Addie’s profile as they are parking now,” Marina announced as she glanced through the parking lot security cam footage as their car set off the motion sensors. “Please be on your best behavior and do what’s best for Addie. If this week goes down in flames, then you’ll be lucky to go back to manufacturing. If it’s serious enough, you could be decommissioned and that entails completely tearing you apart and melting you down to nothing but a metallic liquid. Please don’t make the company do that. After all the time we’ve been together, I don’t want it to end so suddenly or so soon. Truthfully, I would rather it not end at all.”

“May I add one more helpful tip for our week with Addison?” Freddy spoke up, glancing around and feeling encouraged by the lack of opposition. “Addison has poor eyesight. Due to her genetics and eye color, she often struggles to see farther distances and sometimes may experience temporary loss of vision. We all know many contingencies depending on the type of first aid required, but we must be mindful of the emotional distress she will be under. Only her top favorites should approach when something as serious as blindness sets in.”

“So you and the walking talking clocks?” Roxy sassed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I will not approach unless Sunrise or Moondrop have requested my aid,” Freddy qualified. “If the issue persists, we will be contacting Ember, Ms. Marina, and any necessary emergency services. While her comfort is a priority, her health and safety is an even higher priority.”

“Does she have glasses or contacts? I don’t see any notes in the file,” Bonnie remarked as he ran through her guest profile. It was thorough but not quite that thorough.

“She refuses to wear her glasses for the time being and she has not been able to find contacts that feel comfortable enough to keep in,” Freddy answered. “Before you ask, yes she does have trauma related to wearing glasses.”

“Alright, everyone to your places! Remember your individual cues for the welcome song,” Marina reminded, absconding to the manager’s office to finish the paperwork and reports so she could head home and leave it to the animatronics and the overnight safety staff and bots.

“Come on, Bumble Bee,” Ember encouraged, gently squeezing and tugging Addison’s hand to pull her into the building. “Look! They’re all waiting to do the welcome song for you!”

Addison didn’t say anything in response. Her eyes went wide and she tightened her grip on the pacifier she refused to keep in her mouth or attached to her onesie as she shook her head side to side as if to say, ‘oh no, no, no, no!’ It took the no-nonsense look from Ember for her to begrudgingly, anxiously enter the Careplex and come face to face with the gigantic animatronics awaiting her. She may have fantasized about being small enough to be held like a child by Sunrise and Moondrop, but seeing that it could happen despite standing at five feet and two inches was almost scary. Addison found herself clinging to Ember as he situated her suitcase beside them. She heard the music start up, the melody from “Let Us Adore You” from one of the Steven Universe movies she’d recently binged.

“Come stay with us in the Careplex,” The animatronics harmonized almost perfectly. “There’s a room waiting for you.”

Freddy, Bonnie and Chica sang in a round, “Come on, Come on, Come on…”

“Just let us adore you,” They all sang together. “Come stay with us in the Careplex. There’s a room waiting for you.”

This time Foxy, Roxy, Sunrise, and Moondrop sang a round of “Come on, Come on, Come on…”

“Just let us adore you,” The animatronics came together once again.

“Let Freddy adore you,” Freddy sang, stepping to the side as if to open a pathway towards the rest of the Careplex.

“Let Bonnie adore you,” Bonnie sang, standing across from Freddy with a sizeable distance between them.

“Let Chica adore you!” Chica gushed in harmony as she took a spot next to Bonnie. Freddy and Bonnie reached up and used their arms and hands to form an archway.

“Come stay with us in the Careplex,” The three sang together. “There’s a room waiting for you.”

“Just let us adore you,” The others not lined up sang together.

“Let Foxy adore you,” Foxy sang in a gruff accented bass as he stood across from Chica and helped form the arch.

“Let Roxy adore you,” Roxy joined in, standing next to Chica and forming her part of the arch though she knew there wasn’t anyone to partner with her this time. In rehearsal, they were told it would rotate to emphasize a different animatronic at opening. For Addison, Sunrise and Moondrop were both emphasized.

“Come stay with us in the Careplex,” All the animatronics forming the archway that framed the Daycare Attendants sang in unison. “There’s a room waiting for you.”

“Just let us adore you,” Sunrise and Moondrop sang together.

“Let Sunrise adore you,” Sunrise softly sang, opening his arms in a welcoming gesture as he stood up straight for once.

“Let Moondrop adore you,” Moondrop melodically sang just loud enough to hear and soft enough to be soothing as he mirrored Sunrise’s pose.

“You think you can handle us?” Roxy teased with a wink as she spoke, peering through the archway towards Addison. “We’re not exactly easy to get along with!”

“Come on, Honey-bunches! Sing with Daddy,” Ember encouraged, shaking their clasped hands and grinning as he sang the words from the original version. He smiled sadly as she stayed quiet while he sang, “Today, right here, right now, I’ll love again. I’ve already found someone.”

“Come stay with us at the Careplex,” All the animatronics harmonized once again. “There’s a room waiting for you…”

“Come on, one more time! You can do it, Baby Girl,” Ember cooed, seeing her expression soften as she watched him play along. He was ecstatic as she finally joined in, “Today, right here, right now, I’ll love again. I’ve already found someone.”

“Just let us adore you!” All the animatronics sang, their eyes seeming to light up even brighter. “Today, right here, right now, we’ll love again!”

Ember and Addison joined the animatronics as they sang, “We’ve already found someone.”

Ember kissed Addison’s forehead as she clung even tighter to him, though he saw the hint of a smile. He made sure to give her a big hug. She loved Steven Universe and she had no idea that this welcome sequence was part of the experience. He was just relieved that she didn’t instantly drop and go into meltdown mode upon realizing how huge the animatronics and the Careplex were. He wouldn’t have been able to leave her if she had that reaction. As it was, he wouldn’t be able to stay with her much longer.

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SUN & MOON GENERAL HEADCANONS

— AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!

Keeping this intro paragraph on the short side just so I can go ahead and post this without taking up too much of your dash boards. Think of these more like a ‘proof of concept’ in terms of headcanoning, I DO have more ideas and I want to make one solely focused on Moon (I AM WILLING TO GET INTO A FIGHT OVER THE FACT THAT HE IS IN NO CONTROL AND TOOK THE HIT OF VANNY’S CORRUPTION FOR SUN, LEAVING HIM SPARED BUT TRAUMATIZED) and the general hacking, but as of right now I’m not too sure! Haha.

And, I know this isn’t my usual form of content or characters, but I got to talking with my old friend over at @eclipsed-one and they encouraged me to write them down and post them.

So Kels, I blame you for this entirely! Haha. Just kidding, thank you so much for the encouragement! Anywho! Onto the headcanons! They’re all safe for work and yadda yadda! Haha

☀️🌘: BOTH SUN AND MOON HAVE OFFICIAL NAMES, PREVIOUSLY THEY WERE AS FOLLOWS: Sunrise and Moonlight, HOWEVER later licensing with a book deal changed Moonshine’s name to Mr. Moon, based on a book series ‘Goodnight, Mr. Moon,’ not that that little detail stopped anyone from calling him Moonlight at all, given the nostalgia, the rhyming with his sunny counterpart and his glowing abilities! Haha

☀️🌘: INITIALLY, BOTH OF THE ANIMATRONICS NAMES WERE DECIDED BY THE OUTCOME OF A CONTEST HELD ON THE GRAND OPENING OF SUPERSTAR DAYCARE, you see to make the event special for all the children whose parents paid top dollar to have their children attend this new and shiny daycare and nursery, the organizers of the attraction put the names of the two center most animatronics to a contest, to be decided* by the kids themselves!

Mind you, it was no flawless process, seeing as most of the kids were between the ages of 4 and 7 and could neither read nor write well enough to participate in an official vote of any kind. So the matter was decided through applause and hyping by Daycare Attendants and the new animatronics' handler. While backstage the technicians made sure to double check Sunny and Moon for the last time, turn off the name options that weren’t crowned the victors, and ensure he was in perfect working order. But the kids seemed to have a good time, and it bought them the time they needed to send Sunny off for his first non-practice day of work!

( Note: decide is in quotes because all names were pre-chosen and phased through several focus groups by Fazbear execs prior to being made available for voting in the first place to prevent a ‘boaty mcboatface’ situation, or any names that could give rise to ‘unkind’ or otherwise ‘not family appropriate’ nicknames. )

FOR THOSE CURIOUS, THE ORIGINAL CHOICES OF NAMES WERE:

1. Ray 2. Sunshine 3. Sunrise 4. Sunny

1. Luna 2. Moonset 3. Moonshine 4. Moonlight

... Yes this does mean that there is an AU where Sunrise’s name is ‘Ray’. Do with this information what you will. Haha

☀️: OF NOTE THOUGH, IS DESPITE ALL OF THE ABOVE NAMES BEING OFFICIALLY PHASED OUT FOLLOWING THE CONTEST, Sunny will still refer to himself and occasionally his brother by these names in a passing ‘nickname’ like manner (with the exception of Luna which, for some reason, is purposefully excluded by Sunny, who, if asked, will rebut that his brother’s name.

I.E “ Heya kiddo! Good morning! How’re ya? My name is Sunrise but everyone calls me -insert old name choice here-,”

The Daycare Helpers have their own theories for why this is, ranging from a glitch, to a bug left over from the contest that never got phased out during later maintenance. But the most probable, and arguably scariest theory is that these names WERE patched out, but Sunny held onto them defiantly, like old nicknames, because they were his, even if he, and his image have since grown out of them and he views them nostalgically for that reason.

☀️🌘: AS YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED FROM THE NAMES ABOVE, THERE WERE MANY FEATURES OF BOTH SUNRISE AND MOONLIGHT THAT WERE CHANGED HEAVILY BETWEEN THE CONCEPT STAGES OF THEIR CREATION AND THEIR OFFICIAL DEBUT. Among these changes, notably the largest was the shift in the overall feeling and expression of both Sunny and Moon. Sun was originally going to be a far more laid back, gently paternal figure, somewhat closer to Freddy in terms of personality. While Moon was initially designed to be a highly feminine character, far more like a ‘mom,’ than a friend, though these concepts were quickly broken down off the design table, when the personalities didn’t click with the test audiences, and later scrapped entirely when the Fazbear execs pulled a Michael Eisner and made the decision to scrap the creation of two animatronics (due to time constraints and overall costs) thereby leaving the engineers and programmers with the issues of how to fulfill the promised two animatronics. And for a time they were forced to ponder scrapping Moon entirely, but after A LOT of hard work, they managed to find a clean solution to the lack of a second animatronic in making both Sun and Moon inhabit the same body but emerge and go to ‘sleep’ based on the light levels detected in the daycare or nap area at the time. But even this brought about concerns regarding the apparent ‘switching’ genders, the confusion between the two characters, and obvious insensitive themes that would come from an idea like that which led to the obvious conclusion of ‘YEAH THAT IS NOT A GOOD IDEA, LET’S NOT DO THAT’, and leads us to the current state of both Sun and Moon becoming the androgynous jester-core gender icons they ended up being, which, all in all, was one of the better solutions that could have been reached!

☀️🌘: AS MENTIONED ABOVE SUN AND MOON ARE BOTH BROTHERS, now I don’t say this simply through the lens of anthropomorphism and our human view of understanding humanoid robots and projecting very human relationships onto them. These two ARE brothers. They were programmed to view each other like brothers, the lore and backstory they were given to explain themselves with mentions that they are brothers and most damning of all THEY BICKER AND SQUABBLE Love them to bits, but sometimes they just are just brothers. Polar opposites in many respects and perfectly suited to get right on each others nerves.

For instance, Sunny will at times go out of his way to embarrass and annoy Moon, giving him overly cutesy nicknames, like Moonpie, and encouraging Daycare helpers to refer to him as that, while additionally pushing them to ask Moon about the stories behind them when he next emerges, (there never is a story, Sunny just comes up with them, snickers to himself about how naughty he’ll be and how embarrassed and annoyed Moon will be, goes to the Daycare helpers, and the rest builds from there) And Moon will be, admittedly, lazy about his own chores during the off hours, pushing them off to explore the facility, play with the nightshift workers and otherwise do everything he should be doing, which ultimately leaves Sunny with a far greater chore-list to shoulder and less time to socialize and free-roam!

It’s these little things they do to each other, and their well documented, but usually lighthearted rivalry and drive to out-preform each other that let people KNOW, even if they have no idea about the extended Fazbear universe lore! (More on that later)

☀️🌘: ALL THIS SAID, their relationship isn’t just tormenting each other. That is sadly what most see (because you can’t look into the group chats in their heads), but THESE TWO LOVE EACH OTHER MORE THAN ANYTHING, it’s what made the events of Moon’s later hacking all the more traumatic and horrifying for Sunny. But I’m getting ahead of myself again.

☀️🌘: HELL! WHEN SUNNY GOT HIS FIRST T-SHIRTS IN THE GIFTSHOP and branded merch in the form of plushies, Moon made sure to use all the ‘helpful’ points he had accumulated by helping the nightshift managers set up and take down the party rooms after hours to buy some branded stuff from the giftshop to bring to their shared room to display like the trophies of Sunny’s success that they are, because he is that proud of his brother and wants to display it! (Sunny will, however, take them down when they’re stuck in their room and its his turn because, he can’t explain it, but there’s something nice about cuddling them, despite the shame he feels about it! ) they just love each other so much, man, even if they make each other mad enough to go monkey mode

☀️🌘: ON SOME LEVEL, SUN & MOON ENVY EACH OTHER AS WELL, it isn’t constant but every so often there are flashes in the day to day dealings of Sun and Moon that makes them wish they had each other’s ‘superpowers’ (as Sun calls it) like when a child wakes up at naptime with a nightmare and starts to cry, waking up several more students before he and a helper could get to them. It’s moments like these where Moon wishes he was able to be as bubbly and cheery and undaunted as Sun is on the daily. He wishes in those moments that he could put on that wide grin and pick them up and not even pay any mind to the spooks or stress of the kids and distract them all from their fears and the confusion in a way that hugs just can’t do and just... cheer them up fast. He wishes his voice wasn’t locked in that sleepy cadence, and that he could do more than just pat their backs and wipe their tears and hold them close while singing lullabies.

Sunny wishes he could relax like Moon. It seems silly to most, especially when they try to excuse their neuroticism through the lens of being in childcare, but it’s not... that. They aren’t so nervous and follow everything by the word because of safety or loyalty to Fazbear Inc or their programming. They do it because they can’t help it, they have to do everything by the rules, even the thought of straying from it, it hurts him a lot. And he HATES IT, he wishes he could ‘chill’ out more than anything, and ignore the rules for once and do like Moon does, sitting with the kids and letting them plaster stickers all around his face, and hugging them and playing with them and being an active part of their games, rather than being regulated to the ‘no fun sun,’ that he feels like day in and day out.

And in some way, this envy, it fuels their respect for each other and their respective talents and personalities, its bittersweet, even for them, but they’re glad that even though they can’t do these things that their brother can and they can give advice from that place in the back of their head whenever they need it most.

From the beginning, when these two first met and their programming booted up within that body, things were tense and crowded... Moon could feel that Sun didn’t want him with him and Moon couldn’t blame him either. It must of felt like Moon was being held over his head as a backup or a replacement if he ever stepped out of turn. And Moon? Moon felt the same way. Quiet times and naps and gentle-play, that was his expertise, so for Sun to try and will him

☀️🌘 SPEAKING OF THE BROTHERHOOD THOUGH, THEY AREN’T TWINS! In fact, Sun has, while relating to some of the children in his care, leveled with them and his own experiences being a ‘younger’ brother, and speaking about how he ‘looks up’ to Moon, even though he’s shorter. And while, I know what you’re thing — Sunny must be referring to the fact that he was installed on Moon’s body, hence making him younger, and that’s a reasonable assumption, but nope! Sun & Moon’s decision that Sun is the younger brother and Moon is the older was entirely and arbitrarily decided by them based on their own understanding of the roles in question.

☀️ SUN’S NEUROTICISM IS NOTHING NEW, IN FACT, IT’S BEEN PRESENT EVER SINCE HE WAS CREATED, and I know what you’re thinking, but let me tell you, Sun’s anxiety was not an oversight and it also wasn’t a mistake. It’s just a part of him, and prior to the events of Moon being hacked he was living with it very well, he had his routines and the emotional support of his brother from the background and his handler in the foreground, and he was able to cope very well, especially given the extremely stressful environment that is the daycare on a busy day!

#fnaf sb #fnaf #fnaf hcs #daycare attendant #sundrop #moondrop #fnaf sun #fnaf moon

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way2gosuperrstarr · 28 days

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ssssome misc sdgo brainstorming doodles :] feeling out some dynamics and stuff through doodling and seeing what sticks.

im ,, really glad i got such positive reception on my post intially sharing my little au idea !!! egfhdiusdvbjhvbsd,,,, thank you all . so so so very much!!!! genuinely! everyone was so so kind!

i want moon and sun to express their nerves and anxiety about the grand opening in different ways ! and so far for moon in the brainstorm it seems to be shaping up to be a sort of awkward shyness! for sun im thinking its sort of nervous jitters, loudness, all around being EVERYWHERE and a bit of a control freak. and for yn, it makes them extremely abrasive and snippy! sometimes rude. being so stressed brings out the worst in them.

this is all still in the brainstorm stage also !!!! ehffjdhfn . dunno if i'll write anything about this, im not the best writer, but i will surely keep doodling. that's what im good at! thank you kindly !!!

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way2gosuperrstarr · 23 days

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some more sdgo brainstorm doodles! this time focusing more on nessa and yn's relationship. and just drawing vanessa because i can and i love her <3

thank you kindly again for the positive feedback ive been recieving <33

vanessa and yn are very close friends! currently in the brainstorm, they were friends in middle and highschool until yn moved away and fell out of contact. when yn moved back to hurricane as an adult in an attempt to feel in control of their life, vanessa was still there, and they ran into each other and caught up! theyre extremely close. an aspect of familiarity from their childhood still remaining in the old home they grew up in comforts yn.

#superstar daycare grand opening #my art #salmon scribbles #vanessa fnaf #vanessa afton #fnaf vanessa #yn #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #nothing clever to say in the tags today!#woe... /silly #i should really shorten the au tag #probably #problem for future me! i am fighting my keyboard rn #dca community #dca fandom

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way2gosuperrstarr · 17 days

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kinda wanna add michael to sdgo, at least in later parts of it. really no reason other than i thought it'd be like. kinda funny. idk tho 😭

#salmon jibberish #superstar daycare grand opening #'but he burned in the fire' do i look like i give a fuck #ive already ripped apart and glued back together the plot and designs of security breach in another au #what makes you think i wont do that shit again #/silly #i am not above ripping apart canon and putting it back together again

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way2gosuperrstarr · 1 year

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hi. i am 19 years old. ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑ you can call me whatever you want. anything (within reason!!!) goes! current main interest is the dca fnaf.

✦ art tag is salmon scribbles/my art

✧ sdgo tag is superstar daycare grand opening

✦ talking tag is salmon jibberish

✧ reblog tag is salmon reblogs

➡︎ i forget to tag my reblogs incredibly often! it slips my mind.

✧ ask tag is ask answer

✦ salmon dont forget this post is just for stuff i wanna be able to find fast and easy 👍 nothing crazy if i tag a post of yours w that its a good thing i promise

✧ most of my self insert/sona/NON YN stuff is tagged with '[sona]'s silly [media] self insert au'. sometimes i forget to tag . im like . a little stupid. the only exceptions to this are monday and tuesday, for now.

i am VERY socially inept and i have extremely bad social anxiety, and general anxiety. i promise it does not mean that i dont want to interact w anyone, i'd love to, im just like really fucking stupid and very scared . if i sound rude at any point talking to you, i sincerely apologize !! and im sorry if i dont reply to you!!!

i draw whatever i want dont expect anything from me. im by all means NOT a single-fandom blog (i like to think of myself that way, at least). the dca is my current biggest interest, but if you follow me only for the boys you will probably be sorely disappointed when something else randomly jumps out of the woodworks

i love emoticons (○´―`)ゞ (๑°⌓°๑) (๑•́‧̫•̀๑) theyre very cute!! i like to use them sometimes.

carrd if you want that

#salmon scribbles #my art #superstar daycare grand opening #salmon jibberish #salmon reblogs #ask answer #salmon dont forget this post #sunday's silly sb self insert au #seelie's silly genshin self insert au

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spidermilkshake · 2 years

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Opening Hour (FNAF:SB--Clean Fanfic)

Next up, we get a glimpse into the Grand Opening of the Pizzaplex. Everything seems bright and wonderful. Things are safe and while the corporate office's choices are the typical out-of-touch cheap-out bullshit you might expect the work conditions are remarkably not-inhumane-yet! What an optimistic start!

We also get to see Leo and Elsa--two human characters I've decided to flesh out in these stories.

This story is the second one chronologically--when they're posted, here are the others in chronological order:

First: https://spidermilkshake.tumblr.com/post/673321693847158784/pre-show-preview-fnafsb-pre-open-clean-fanfic

Third: https://spidermilkshake.tumblr.com/post/674474352289447936/the-first-darkness-fnaf-sb-clean-fanfic

Fourth: https://spidermilkshake.tumblr.com/post/676567845385158656/fame-and-fortune-fnaf-sb-clean-fanfic

NSFW/kink blogs DNI with this, 'tis squeaky clean.

Opening Hour

(November 1st, 2031)

Rumors were like ghosts. And, as many people believe in ghosts, the power this belief has over them could be forgotten when the temptation was a bright enough lure. Such were the rumors that followed the company—memory of missing children evaporating before the chattering throng like ghosts in a breeze.

It came to be opening day. When the security team at the front opened the doors at 6 a.m. sharp there was a crowd of close to five hundred waiting to get in and start exploring the new attraction. Kids and adults in equal numbers, some who deeply adored the rockstar lineup Fazbear Entertainment put out in their animated shows and movies, some nostalgic adults who now had kids of their own tagging along—with their interest in seeing both new and old characters. There was a particular interest in the much-hyped robotic performers—emphasis on robotic. The company would not entertain the idea these new roll-outs were comparable to clunky pneumatic animatronics, and many were curious to see whether this was a difference for PR alone, or if the robots were for real.

The museum became choked with bodies and excitement within the hour. Excited kids of the eight to thirteen range huddled around the viewing windows at Rockstar Row, with a lucky line of them winding between the velvet ropes to the Photopass doors, one by one being trickled in by the handlers on duty to have their meet-and-greet with the Band themselves. Bonnie waggled his ears as he chortled at a meme a pair of boys were showing him with a cellphone; Chica was squatting low with her hands resting on knees so she could join a tiny red-haired girl at the child’s mic level and make her wish of a duet come true; Glamrock Freddy had a gold gel pen and was autographing a teen’s newly-purchased T-shirt for them; Rockstar Foxy was making a show of flexing the arm with the bright green parrot “tattoo” on it while the two punk-styled girls took a selfie with him. Things were going smoothly.

The Daycare Attendant waited, waited, waited. It paced and fiddled with as much patience as it had in it, within the boundaries of the small storage area connected to the main Superstar Daycare complex. Currently, the only thing the room stored was the robot itself—the only thing meant to be placed here—but in time surely some items meant to be of use to the Daycare Attendant’s tasks would end up gravitating up here also. Technically the space not much larger than a residential bedroom with an adjoining broom-closet was Sun/Moon’s “room”, though access and pomp like that in Rockstar Row was not deemed necessary. On one end it linked to the backstage hallway to give the robot an easy way into the theater for periodic shows, and on the other led out to a balcony dolled up to be a fantasy castle surrounded by set-designed rings of mechanical clouds—but it was not yet time for it to appear there, for its debut. Not yet time! It knew it was not allowed to stray too close to the castle’s window lest it be spotted too early by an inquisitive toddler, so it instead let its mind race through an internal rehearsal of the Daycare’s Opening. They’d be the center of attention—allowed to engage their purpose for the first time. Their frame seemed to hum until it rattled. It could hardly wait!

A beep at the door turned its head. The red door swung quietly open and a tall man who Sun had never met before slipped inside—his eyes were sleepy and dark and flicking around, searching for something. Soon, it was clear he was looking for it as the sweeping search ended and the stranger began to tentatively approach where it stood. Sun studied him as they paused their movements and rotated their body to be back in line with its tilted head: He was supposed to be here, probably, hopefully, based on the light beige polo shirt and similar-hued slacks of a Maintenance and Technician uniform, and soon after it registered the shiny new security clearance badge dangling below the breast pocket—Level 5? Definitely a Maintenance man then.

“Huh,” he was returning the gesture—stopping an arm’s length short and tilting his whole upper torso back and forth, having a dubious gander at the character robot, “So you’re the Daycare Attendant? You look it, geez.”

“Yes—that’s me,” it gave a vigorous nod and chose not to bother with what that last remark meant, in favor of making an entirely unintended mimicry of the man’s curious examination, “Hello! I don’t think we’ve met—who are ya? What’s your name?”

The man had taken an abrupt step back at the robot’s sudden motion, and it froze for a second of panic before it was relieved to see a crooked, mild smile forming on the man’s gaunt, tanned features.

“Whoa there—” he made a shrug and a soft huff of laughter, “Call me Leo. I’m maintenance for ground and 1st level games, displays, lighting, and… well, you to some degree, starting today.”

“How nice to meet you!” Sun’s voice chirped and it felt proud to have kept focus on Leo’s words—overriding the mental hiccup the mention of “games” had automatically brought on—and lifted its hands in a giddy, double-wave at chest level, “So—does that mean we get to be friends?”

“Well, slow down,” with another, more obvious chuckle, the man reached out and tamped a hand down on the polymer-sheathed metal casing of its shoulder, as if the feather-light pressure would flatten its heels to the floor and stall the excited bobbing. Half-startled by the contact that came without warning, it humored him and sunk down a touch, sitting still while he continued: “It’s the first day after all… I hope we’ll become good friends soon enough, though. I’m gonna be your handler a couple days a week for daytime events, alright? So we’ll see each other a lot.”

Leo found he could not keep his hand on Sun’s frame any longer as the robot stretched up to its full height with an ecstatic little hop; though it didn’t have to tilt its face-piece much downwards for this man, it still had a half-head advantage over Leo in this posture. Sun kept the measure in mind—it felt very little need to reserve its expressions and energy in front of an adult, but for the little children it would need to be mindful. Always mindful!—of size, of eye contact, not moving too sharply, not staying too still, not making any harsh noise, not being too silent!

“Ohoho—! That’s wonderful!” Springing up a few feet high, and a touch back to avoid potentially landing on any toes or other extremities, the robot’s bells gave a pronounced musical jangle as it landed in a low crouch and a continued tinkling as its fingers quivered. “I’m so so so excited—I can hardly contain myself..!

“Oh!—” However, the thought suddenly occurred to it, and it interrupted itself very shortly. It turned its head a bit askew as its fingertips touched together just hard enough to make a soft rubbery tip-tip-tip sound, “If you’ve come here, then—then—is it time to go? Is it time?”

“Energetic dude, ain’cha.” Leo appeared to suck his own teeth, lips curling but holding back mirth. He made a lazy waving gesture, “Not just yet. That’s why I’m stopping in, in fact. Maintenance, y’know? Last minute checks. Once I’m done it’ll be time to go for it.”

The Daycare Attendant was practically vibrating with jubilant energy on hearing that. Cooperation was given—given away for free, and in heaps. Leo poked and prodded, turning the robot’s limbs this way and that, revolving those joints that were meant to do so, having it raise, wiggle and flex its legs and ankles one at a time, peering over and tugging at the wound-up cord loop protruding from the hoop-shaped opening on its back to be sure it wasn’t loose (and thus would not launch out without the robotic character’s specific activation).

“Hot dang,” he grunted, hanging his full body weight on the loop he had three fingers curled around, “You’re strong, ain’cha?”

Sun revolved their head so they were peering back over their shoulder, making a small, inquisitive noise. It had thought it felt a great deal more pressure suddenly exerted on the spine of its endoskeleton, where the wire’s winch was anchored, but it had only thrown their balance off a degree or two. Just enough it had idly braced one of its jingling feet forward.

“I sure am!” it giggled, watching the full-grown man continue attempting to test its footing and stability with vigorous tug-of-war pulls, “I’d better be—” Its voice, if anything, got more chipper, “I’m about to jump out that window! Y’know—for the kids!”

Leo couldn’t stop himself from cracking, though put a hand up over his mouth and staggered off to try and contain the cackling with his other hand on his knees.

“Oof, aha—wow,” he wheezed as he regained some composure, “Pretty good, funky sun dude. A little dark though, wow…”

“Huh?” It twitched, for a moment worried its internal chronometer wasn’t synced up correctly. “Dark? I thought morning hours were lit up—daytime mode only from 6 a.m. to—”

“Y’know what, never mind! Don’t worry about it, just thought you were making a joke,” Leo made a pacifying motion and blinked. Maybe he expected too much from an AI designed for children. He sighed, scratching his neck just under one ear and flipping his long, ratty ponytail back over his shoulder on the follow-through, “So that’s that. You seem in perfectly good shape for stunts. All that’s left is a little application of anti-bacterial cleaner, just in case.”

“Absolutely!” It leaned forward, tone just a hair closer to serious, a slight growl pitching into it. Cleanliness was—absolutely—mandatory and of utmost importance to protect the little ones after all. Spreading a cold—something in its CPU nearly squirmed inside out and shuddered—was tantamount to outright neglect. Such a thing wouldn’t happen—not if it had any say. It stretched itself out once more as the tech began shaking the disinfectant spray bottle.

“By the way,” he said, averting his face from the cloud he’d aimed to coat the robot’s extended arms, “What do I call you, buddy? Besides ‘Daycare Attendant’. That’s a little too formal or, er, technical for my tastes.”

“Huhu, hmm!” It lifted its neck joints exactly skyward so that the backside of its head would also catch a coating of the spray, “I get called a lot of things—any nickname’s fine with me,” It swiftly jerked its head back down, staring level with Leo, “So long as it’s not inappropriate.”

“Uhh… You like ‘Sun’? Like from the cartoons?”

“I love ‘Sun’,” it beamed, making the man jump and then look on in awe as it bent backwards, flipped over, and lifted itself straight up into a handstand so Leo could apply the spray over the back of it. Though it continued to face him, conversing amiably as ever, by its head swiveled backwards to peek through its rigid arms, “I love ‘Moon’ too—when it fits! You can just call me one of those or both of those in front of the kids. Less confusing that way. Though Mr. Jobe calls me ‘Sunny’ a lot! And ‘Moony’ too! I don’t mind either way.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Leo capped the spray bottle, “Ain’t sure what I’ll call you yet. Guess it’ll just come to me organically, eh? Hah, yeah, you’re all cleaned up and ready to go. Head to that upper bit and wait for the spotlight to cut on; should be any minute now.”

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The massive wooden doors to the Superstar Daycare’s equally massive play zone had opened up at 7 a.m., admitting a few kids at a time once their parental units had registered the boring details. Elsa’s job was centered in those boring details at the daycare’s reception desk on the upper tier, but in-between uplinking photos and allergy information from a variety of 3-to-6-year-olds she stole a few glances out over the metal railing overlooking the lower section. Had to be two dozen munchkins scrambling about amongst the elevated tubes, bounce mats, and miniature furniture sets as the hour neared the proper “full opening”.

She caught a flurry of movement from the corner of her eye; speedwalking up the entry hallway was Fritz, wearing a glower and his work uniform of a deep maroon set of slacks and a matching little suit-vest over the lavender button-up; the end of a leash was in hand—attached to it by the harness was Fritz’s daughter and despite the man’s exasperated hurry her tiny legs were motoring ahead. Almost leading him along.

“Mornin’ boss man,” Elsa couldn’t help but grin as the toddler flounced up to her desk, just tall enough to poke her fingertips up to grip the edge. “I see Jessie’s ready to go—how ‘bout you?”

“Please tell me her file’s still in the system,” Fritz said, a whisper through gritted teeth.

“Rough commute, huh,” Elsa was only a few keystrokes away from submitting the 3-year-olds’ information to the network already. She smiled down at Jessie’s frantic little bounces on her heels that kept triggering the pink lights on her novelty sneakers—if anything was going to help her maintain her customer service face, it was such a genuine happiness. “No worries, she’s checked in already.”

“Thank god,” he blew out a sigh. Kneeling, his hand lingered over the clip restraining his eager offspring from pelting forward at the big slide entrance. Reluctant, his lips tightened into a thin line, and he finally let her go. Elsa’s brows raised.

“You couldn’t find a sitter, could you?”

“Well…” He blinked, drawing himself up, “wait, how did you..?”

“Ya got automatonophobia, my dude,” she stated the obvious with a shrug, “so I couldn’t see you bringing her here unless you didn’t have another choice.”

Fritz opened his mouth to snap a grumble or a snarky retort, but stopped himself and threw out a hand in reproach as he spotted little Jessie all but diving into the slide, “Hey—biscuit! Not with your shoes!”

It was far too late for that, of course. Jessie’s squeaks of laughter echoed throughout the colorful plastic tunnel as she disappeared into the play place—headfirst even. Fritz held his breath after he’d darted to the railing an didn’t let go until he spotted her safely crashing into the brand-new ball pit in a belly flop.

“She’ll be fine,” Elsa said, though Fritz gave every outward sign from his tense jaw to his white-knuckle grip on the rail that he was unable to believe the assurances. “It’s a minute to eight. You gonna hang out and watch through the opening?”

Fritz nodded. He was crawling under his skin—even standing like a statue. He could vomit; despite the mounting nausea and worry he had to wait and see. What kind of dad was he to duck out for his own comfort and leave his own child to be found by that… thing?

With an electric flutter the central spotlight kicked on, lifting up and focusing on the disc of balcony overlooking the far end of the ball pit in tandem with the beginnings of a new instrumental version of a theme some of the kids no doubt recognized from the Saturday morning cartoons. From somewhere in the speakers a disembodied rooster cried out—and with a shiver Fritz realized this was a cue:

It appeared at the edge of the false castle’s doorway, pantomiming a huge morning stretch as the sounds of toddlers and youngsters noticing them drifted up in a mixture of emotions and noise. With an exaggerated start, it peeked out beyond the ledge as if just now noticing it had a sizeable audience, big grin sweeping side to side as it counted the several dozen young faces. Standing back up straight, it flung its arms out wide, as if trying to embrace all of them, the sky, and everything in-between.

“Goo—ood morning, everybody~!” Its voice reverberated to overpower the music—but remained clear and full of sugar as ever—“Ohoho—look at all of you! So many new friends! Welcome, welcome—to Superstar Daycare! What’s mine is yours, and now I’ve just gotta get down from here and greet all of you…”

“Do a flip!”

The Sun’s gaze turned to center on the five-year-old boy who had shouted out the request. “A flip? A flip you say?” It rattled with a bout of warm, simulated laughter and let its hands flap a few times—energetic, eager, yes, but its movements much smoother and naturalistic. Much closer to human. “I can do that, it’s easy—everybody take a big step back! Clear a big circle, because I’m coming down!”

Fritz’s breath hitched; Jesus Christ, it was going to land on a kid at this rate. But he was frozen. The robot kept watching, watching down over the crowd of children, waiting until they’d scooted, skipped or toddled out away from the foam-tiled area immediately to the side of the high castle, and then flexed its spindly metal legs down into a frog squat. It sprang up and over the ledge, front-flipping as it started to be dragged to the ground by gravity—not once, but three times just for good measure. The kids made a concerted gasp—understanding the height and that this sunny creature was without harness or tether—but turned into a series of “ooo”s and wordless cheers as its effortless landing on its large hands revealed how little such a drop could hurt it. With another chuckle it shifted up to only one palm, then flipped its legs down to bounce back upright and make a little bow in reply to the impressed cacophony issuing from the children.

“Heeheehuhu! Whoa now—settle down! Gather ‘round new friends and listen here—there’s a couple of rules we need to learn before we get to play, okay?” It raised and waggled one finger, “Number one—and this is the most important!—is the Golden Rule! No hits and no hurts, in any way. This includes words—we’re here to have fun, and it feels good to be good to each other.

“Rule number two—be fair, and share! Respect each others’ turns and toys! If anyone has an argument, just come and get me and I can set everything right!”

It raised a third finger. The kids had, by this point, shuffled back much closer to it in a ring—half to listen and half out of building curiosity for the cartoonish-looking character, “Rule number three—be clean! If you need a potty break head to the gate, and one of my grown-up friends will help you—there’s bathrooms upstairs and downstairs, so don’t worry about running to find one. Wash your hands before and after snack time—and after arts and crafts cuz we get very very messy!” It gave a cackle, and a rather conspiratorial wink in the form of a dim flutter under one of its eye-lamps, which excited the youngsters but made the handful of daycare workers lingering about look a bit pale.

“And that’s all the rules!” It half-crouched, hopping lightly in place for a few seconds as it surveyed its charges, “Everybody got ‘em? Good? Good! C’mon then, little superstars—let’s play! Let’s play—”

By this time Jessie had finally swam her way free of the ball pit and pulled herself up onto land, sprawled on her stomach and scrabbling to try and catch up. Out on her own she caught the Daycare Attendant’s eye, and as the rabble of rug-rats started off again in all directions it took a careful couple of paces over to crouch beside the three-year-old as she rolled over and finally sat up. Fritz noticed; a cold sweat crept over his whole body as he found himself beginning to rush to the ramps that would take him down to the play-zone’s level.

“Hi, new friend!” The Sun—for all its lanky frame—hovered just a bit higher than the toddler’s standing eye level. Beneath the pale light of the robot’s eye protectors its gaze flicked over and registered she was still wearing her outdoor shoes, “Uh oh, did ya forget to leave your shoes in a cubby?”

Jessie nodded, silent but staring up at the Daycare Attendant’s mask of a face with an awestruck expression. It cocked its head a bit, and she squeaked aloud. Was it real? Surely yes—it was right there within sticky-finger range—but real-real, or did this character really do what she naively assumed, stepped straight out of the cartoons?

“Aww, that’s okay! Here, do ya want help?” Its fingers edged forward, just an inch or so from poking the Velcro straps that held the sneakers on.

“Yeah—” she smiled, feet kicking about and triggering the pink flashes of light which she swiftly pointed out, “Lookee!”

“Ooh! Oh!” Its hands darted up over its static grin, expressing its surprise, “Oh they’re so good! So shiny! Aha—they’ve even got little Chicas on them, I love them!” Its fingers finished the task that the toddler had struggled to begin, unstrapping the Velcro with a pleasant skkrrnch! and popping them off. Now freed to play, Jessie tottered upright and made a series of squeaks and squeals, overjoyed just to be in a world where characters meant for her particular interests (unrestrained play and bright colors) were real. She started following it like a golden retriever pup as it made a swift springing gait over to the backup cubbies by the security desk to hide away her shoes.

“Sunny!” It had pivoted around from that task to find her right behind them, arms raised up and fingers spread out. Chuckling, it lowered again, more of a hunch than a crouch.

“Ah—would this mean you wanna be picked up?” It guessed. Another furious nodding; the robot snickered, obliging with a gentle grip under her arms, her legs kicking a little as she giggled but otherwise much like a comfortable ferret. “Not much for talking are ya? What’s your name, little friend?”

“Jesshie!”

“Jessie!” Of course, Sun/Moon knew the name used by every child who had their information plugged into the network, but of course appearing to read a toddler’s mind apropos of nothing was liable to spook a child. Or an adult, for that matter—but for that matter, adult feelings were much less distressing to bust up. Swinging her lightly, they let the little one’s socks touch down onto one of the close-by bounce areas, “What a lovely name. I’m so glad you’ve come to play today! Oho—you like the bouncies, huh? C’mon—let’s bounce then!”

Jessie wriggled free of its grip and began to do exactly that. The bounce areas were sandbox-like, with low sides tall enough to contain a small child in the event one toppled over but easy to crawl or clamber over. Or step over, in the Daycare Attendant’s case. These boxy things were so bouncy because they were essentially, low bouncy castles devoid of the “castle” bit.

Once it had entered one of these with Fritz’s child, hopping lightly and laughing as she jumped from square to square in a frenzy trying to either outdo or impress her robotic companion, half a dozen other children turned their heads and dropped what they were up to. Several rushed over and joined in until Sun appeared to have a tiny line of uncoordinated ducklings following it.

Fritz stood halfway through the giant, open doorway, steadying himself on the big arched doorframe. Knees were still jelly-like with nerves, but he had paused to take in the exchange. Jessie was cackling aloud, delighted and still full of energy, completely carefree. Fear-free. He found himself repulsed, hating how seeming safe she was—and hating himself for this hate. He felt Elsa tap his shoulder.

“Y’ alright?”

“…Yeah,” he grunted, sucking in a breath. “She’s having a good time, huh.”

“She’ll be okay,” Elsa’s dark eyes creased, patting his shoulder a few more times, “You all’re really fortunate she’s not scared. She’s three, man. She should get to enjoy this.”

“She should,” Fritz nodded, taking one more glance after his daughter. The Daycare Attendant seemed to sense by some inscrutable instinct that Jessie was of few words and of tremendous value, and was helping her climb out of the bounce zone—safely depositing her onto her feet before loping after as she made a bee-line for one of the netting climbing towers. The man wiped at his pale brow, and found it in him to turn away, “Yeah… she should. She will. You’ve got this from here, right?”

“Yes sir,” Elsa smirked. “Just remember last call for pick-up. We’re doing it late; it’s an hour before full close because of the grand open.”

“Not gonna forget my daughter here,” Fritz’s face creased with frump, and he shook his head as he began to make his way back towards the upper level, “For now, I’ve got a lot of paperwork to get through. Let me know if something’s up. Call me. If I don’t answer, text me.”

“Will do,” the daycare worker threw a mock-salute, watching as the single father shambled back up to the upper level, weak with catharsis. She gave a low huff of a laugh as she pulled out her phone to switch it off for the first chunk of her shift. In the distance she could make out the jingling bells of Sun hitching itself up the slanted rainbow staircases in a few fluid scuttles, chattering away with the kids goading it to follow and the kids hurrying to copy its antics. It was too far away to hear exactly what silly things were being traded between new machine and new humans, but going by tone it was a wide range of happinesses.

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