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weedlette ¡ 3 years ago
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This is self indulgent af due to the nature of my irl job, but it’s 3AM and I’m vibing sooo behold my goofy idea about a janitor accidentally befriending the Daycare Attendant by simply doing their work and chilling with a roughly eight foot tall metal goofball:
🌙☀️🌙☀️
• Being one of the small handful of human cleaners working for the Pizzaplex isn’t a bad gig all in all if you ignore how creepy the place can be after closing hours, plus the majority of your “coworkers” are robots so it’s a nice break from people if you’re the introverted type.
• Your job is mostly to assign the mop-bots different zones around the mall while your job as the human janitor on duty is to make sure the mantainace robots are in the correct location while cleaning places they couldn’t get to easily…like say a ball pit, for example.
• The daycare’s lights are off once you step through the large wooden doors, you can’t help the feeling that you’re not alone so you take out your headphones and announce yourself: “Maintenance. Anyone in here?”
• A heavy silence follows and you can barely see anything under the dim nightlights decorating the area. So you abandon your trusty cleaning cart and wander around trying to find a light switch.
• Enter Moon: on his usual freaky bullshit. Of course it scares the daylights out of you since you’re kinda new to the job and have been following everyone’s advice on just sending a mop-bot down to take care of the daycare, but you had to go and be ambitious taking it upon yourself to deep clean the ball pit (that probably hasn’t been properly sanitized since the place opened 🤢).
• So now you’re hollering in surprise/fear about having the proper clearance while holding out your employee badge; Moon, being the salty bitch he is, yanks the lanyard right off your neck to look it over (His facial recongition software probably already cross-checked you via the Pizzaplex’s internal severs, but of course he’s gotta be Extra)
🌙: Hm, usually you people send down one of the others.
Y/N: Y-yeah, sorry to bother, but I’m here to do a deep clean of the kids equipment.
🌙: 🤨
Y/N: …The ball pit especially.
🌙: …Took you long enough.
• He then fucks right off to the top of the jungle gym to watch you like some kind of pissed off cat, and you figure if he hasn’t twisted you into a human pretzel by this point than he must be at least somewhat cool with you being there so back to work it is.
• When you finally find the light switch it’s like he vanishes; you try not to think about lurking animatronics and wander back to your supply cart.
• Then along comes Sun, startling you all over again, but this side of him is at least apologetic after the fact.
• The entire time your wiping down surfaces, sweeping, etc. Sunny is asking you (his ‘new best friend’) a million and one questions ranging from “What’s this bottle of purple stuff?” to “What’s your favorite color?” You humor him since he’s got maybe three to four feet and god knows how many pounds on you, and you’re not about to be the Bite Of 20XX 🗿
• He was a little alarmed when you started to empty his beloved pit, but once you explained what you were doing you gained a very enthusatic helper.
• It was one of the weirder shifts you’ve had, but once all was said and done the daycare was squeaky clean; ready for a new day.
• Sunny was oh so grateful as he told you so over fifty times throughout the night. Which was a pleasant surprise given how grumpy Moon seemed about some strange, new person in his space; however you kinda shrugged it off all “Hey, no worries it’s kind of my job. Goodnight, Sunny…and, uh, Moon?”
• The next night when you came into work you discovered that a certain someone had pried the door off your locker and left you a big, glittery thank you card freaturing a picture of you, Sunny, and Moon holding hands under a rainbow with a caption of “Friends Forever! :) :) :)” How sweet…and slightly unsettling lmao
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