Platonic Sundrop and Y/N sickfic+more

You're never too old to have fun, but don't overdo it.

(Cross posted from Ao3)

"Out of all the places I could've chosen to volunteer in the Pizzaplex, I had to choose the stupid daycare-" You mumble to yourself as you dry your shirt in the staff bathroom after a bratty child threw their Fizzy Faz at you. The day was over, but you still had a good hour before your parents would be here to get you.

"Ya know, I thought this would be a great idea! I'm at the prime age of 14, and a volunteer position in return for a free trip for up to 6 friends, plus free food for the 2 months sounded great!" You say to the hand dryer. It wurrs with electricity and keeps blowing warm air on your shirt and hands. It felt good since you had been freezing all day.

"I could've chosen to be a waiter at L-Chip's, or an instructor at Monty's mini-golf, or a tour guide at the animatronic museum! But nooo~ I had to go with the gosh dang daycare, and deal with brats all day! I have a freaking headache from the tiny demons!" You keep rambling to the hand dryer. It most definitely can't hear you, but with how everything else in this joint works, you wouldn't be surprised if it could.

"And now I've only been a volunteer for a week and I hate it! Vanessa said there was some sort of daycare attendant, but I've never seen or met them, must not be doing their job." You say, "Besides my point. I just wish I could change, but the supervisor said it was too late for that. Man, I would be an instructor at Roxy's laser tag over this! No matter how many rug burns the other volunteer said he got."

You press the button on the dryer to turn it off and spin around to look in the mirror quickly. The bright blue stain from the Fizzy Faz wasn't going away anytime soon, but that was fine. You can just ask for a new uniform shirt. Your H/C hair was getting a bit too long for your liking, spilling just over your shoulders. "Mental note; ask mom if or when I get get a trim..." you think aloud, smoothing down stray baby hairs and brushing your fringe out of your eyes (which was also getting too long). Other than your slightly disheveled hair, you do look a little worse for wear. You're pale, except for the slight flush at your cheeks, and the dark circles under your E/C eyes are nothing new. You shake your head a bit to fluff up your hair, but quit it when you get dizzy. You grab your name tag off of the sink and head for the door. Opening it revealed Vanessa leaning on the wall next to it.

"Hey Y/N. Your parents just called and said they're both working late tonight. The lockdown protocols go into action at midnight, so you won't be able to leave until morning. Sorry kid." She informed you.

"Well that's just dandy, ain't it?!" You snap sarcastically, crossing your arms. When your parents heard about this volunteer opportunity from you, they didn't hesitate to let you do it. They were always blowing you off in favor of your little brother, friends, or work, so having their child volunteer for 2 months, and only having to drop them off and pick them up was like winning the lottery for them.

"Yeah. I know it sucks. If you need something to keep you busy, you could help me with security tonight. I never have time to patrol the daycare, sense the main atrium is huge." Vanessa said.

"But I already work in the daycare all day!!" You say, a slight whine to your voice.

"Do you want something to do or not?" She asks sternly.

"Yeah sure, whatever." You say, though your voice starts sounding a bit gravely. You were talking all day though, so you brush it off.

"Follow me then. I think I have an extra security uniform that'll fit you, and you can get rid of that stained shirt." Vanessa says walking off to her office, and you follow.

"By the way, you feeling okay kid? You're not lookin' too hot..." she asks, scanning you up and down as you walk next to her.

"I'm fine, just tired, that's all. I had to chase mini devils around all day." You tell her, fighting down a shiver. It was only half a lie. Sure you didn't feel good, but you were tired from chasing kids around all day.