I'm Not Getting Creative With You! - Sun

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Asked on AO3
robot hand holder asked:
could we perhaps have...disgruntled security guard reader getting dragged into doing some arts and crafts with sundrop after hours? (and they end up having fun ofc)

hey! you didn't mention if you wanted Sun/Moon or Sun & Moon (separated) so i'm going to assume it's the former! this will mainly have Sun as requested, but i added a small part with Moon at the end! hope this is what you were looking for ^^
*can be seen as platonic or romantic!

TW: none
adult, gender-neutral reader
**(Y/N) - Your Name
He/They pronouns for Sun/Moon, but They/Them is mostly used in this.
word count: 3598

- working at the Pizzaplex in the dead of the night can certainly cause one to be grumpy and short-tempered, but that is not going to stand in the way of Sun's goal of befriending the new security guard. Sun just thinks they could be so much fun! :^)


If you simply keep in mind the fact that there was no other human around in the large building that was the Pizzaplex and that your only supposed 'co-workers' on the night shift were animatronics; This was definitely not where a normal person would want to spend their nights at.

However, things were rough at the moment. You needed cash to pay for rent and to feed your beloved cat, Will, as much of a prick they could be at times. You were a fresh college graduate and getting job offers were not exactly an easy task, per se. It did not help that you only had a degree in robotics.

It seemed like fate when you were called randomly by the manager of the Pizzaplex. You were offered the job of a night shift technician on the spot. It was as weird as it looked, considering you had never applied to the Pizzaplex, or even been there in the first place. It was even weirder when you heard the amount of money they offered for such a measly job compared to your friends from the same college course. The money was more than enough for you to pay your rent without fail and to even splurge a bit on yourself and your cat.

So, who were you to refuse? Of course you took the job. It seemed simple in your head when you first started: Check with the animatronics if they had any issues. If it was something you could fix, then fix it. If not, write a report and bring it up to the day-shift technicians.

The animatronics themselves were quite self-sufficient in their own ways. Freddy was there for his fellow Glamrocks when they had minor issues, such as a hand falling off or repainting chipped areas on their bright metal casings. He mainly helped Chica when she was found scavenging on what food she could find, aiding her in cleaning out her stomach pouch. There was not much you could do apart from providing assistance when needed.

Currently, it was another of those nights where your assistance was not needed. On such nights, you acted as a second security guard of sorts, similar to the official night guard, Vanessa. You were certainly getting paid far better than her but you were not one to complain. It was a simple job as your actual job: Ensure the animatronics were at their respective stations whilst patrolling and usher the Glamrocks back to their rooms from 4AM so that they could charge uninterrupted.

You stood outside the Daycare, eyes squinting at the bright colours surrounding the area. Past the meshed netting, you could see a bright yellow animatronic. They were happily picking up building blocks and other knickknacks, placing them in their respective colour-coded boxes. They were quite the organiser.

You were familiar with all the animatronics, except for the Daycare Attendant. Working at the Pizzaplex in the dead of the night messed up your sleep schedule, resulting in you being quite grumpy and short-tempered at times. You knew off the bat that the Daycare Attendant was very energetic, and you had heard from Vanessa and other technicians that if said attendant had gotten ahold of you, it would take a long while before they released you. You were not up to try and keep up with such a loud and overly excited animatronic.

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