FNaF Oneshots I Wrote While Hiding From Moondrop

Day's Care

[Sundrop x Ballora]

Fluff/Comfort With a Small Dose of Anxiety/Angst

It was bad enough that she had lost everything, but what was even worse was that the humans just wouldn't let her go. The other Fazbear establishments have been long gone-- burned to cinders and charcoal and dust, along with the other animatronics that she called her friends. That she called her family. Unfortunately for Ballora, she was salvaged because she had been partially intact. The mechanics gave her a new suit fitted with as many upgrades as they could cram into it. She lost some abilities, like the waterproof airtightness of her old Funtime suit, as well as her over-the-top balancing gears, among other things. But hey, who wants to walk perfectly fine when you can order a greasy, cardboard-flavored pizza from across the establishment?

It wasn't all that terrible, however. At least, not yet. Ballora still didn't know where she was going she was in a shipping crate, she knew that much, but for what purpose, how long, and why she was being shipped completely evaded her ears. Her ears, which were beginning to scare her. She could hear a pin drop in the other room!... Well, she used to. It could have been the fire, it could have been the upgrades. Hell, it could've been both! Whichever one it was, that didn't matter. What mattered was her point of not being able to hear like she used to. It would've come in so much handy not to freak her out like this. They could at least drill some holes in the box for her. 'Then again, why would they try to accommodate a robot?' the ballerina reasoned with herself.

She eventually decided to force herself into shutdown for the rest of the shipment. It's not like they'd need to talk to her anyways, right?

However, she'd come to regret that decision when she woke up once again, this time in a completely new, unrecognizable area, no box in sight. 'Where am I?' her panic began to set in. It was dark. She couldn't see a thing. She still couldn't hear. No one was there to help her or explain to her where she is or what she was doing there. Entertaining guests was her biggest guess, but what if Fazbear Entertainment decided that she wasn't worth the risk and sent her to be scrapped? 'I have to get out of here.' the ballerina decided as calmly as she could. Whatever calmness she had left her the moment she started to bump into things trying to get out. There were sharp corners and tripping hazards and heavy object upon heavy object stacked on top of eachother. She knew one object that she knocked over sounded like a tool chest given the gunshot-and-forks-falling sound that it made when it collided with the ground. Whatever was on top of it clattered down too, but landed on her instead (thankfully it didn't hurt, it only scared jer). Ballora yelped and eventually just ran forward before smacking herself into a wall. 'Out. Get out of here. Now.' she panicked and felt for a door, throwing open the one she found a minute later. It was like a camera flash hit her eyes the moment she opened it and she had to recoil with a hiss in order to recover. Ballora then went quiet as her vision slowly adjusted. She could just barely make out the shapes and colors ahead of her. It was like a colorful collection of house-sized castles, from what she could tell. Her vision was as bad as it always had been, sadly, so she couldn't say exactly what it was until she got a closer look. Cautiously stepping forward, the ballerina looked around at the blurred shapes. She stumbled every now and then, but otherwise moved quietly enough not to draw too much attention. At least she hoped. Her situation didn't exactly let her know.

But someone else did.

Ballora yelled as she tripped over a raised area of ground and landed in... what she assumed was... maybe a ballpit? It was a pretty deep one, she was sure of that. That's not what notified her of her little slip up, unfortunately. No, it was the distant and loud laughter of someone she couldn't see. "Ho ho HO! " he called out with merry laughter. Ballora tried looking around, but didn't see any movement. Then an even bigger splash happened ahead of her as a yellow blur landed in the ballpit, scattering the colorful plastic objects around the area. The ballerina inhaled sharply. 'What was that? ' she curled her arms in anxiously, not wanting to move. Was it a human? A nightguard? Was he not supposed to see her? Isn't she supposed to be in the room she woke up in? 'Calm down. You're an animatronic, aren't you? If this guy attacks you, you can fight back... Just like you used to... Sort of...'