One with the Sun and Stars (yandere!sunnydrop x reader)

Arrival

So that was essentially how you ended up at a sort of warehouse across the country with only the things you could fit in your tiny shitbox of a car. Just out of university and already working on the salary of someone who's been in the trade for decades. Once stepping out of your dingy car, you're greeted with a selection of people in a similar situation as yourself. The nearest one, a smaller, clearly younger person approached you.
She seemed a little fidgety as she spoke, "You here for the whole revival of Fazbear Entertainment?"
You simply nodded with a quiet, "Yeah."
She nodded and checked her phone and looked back at you. After a little back and forth, she turned her phone to you. The screen was filled with a low-quality picture of yourself. "I think you're supposed to be my partner. The guy said that I was gonna work with an engineer to fix one of the bots or like redesign it. Or something. I didn't know if this was you, cause the quality is, you know. Bad." She shuffled through some papers in a messenger bag, still rambling, "I'm Taylor by the way. Uhm, I mostly do like character design and like animation. Over the last year or so, this guy paid me to make a new version of this, like, really creepy robot." She laughed a little and pulled out a folder and shoved it into your arms. "I'm surprised it wasn't a crime to put something like that around little kids."
That last bit caught your attention. You looked through the folder. Just as you thought, inside were many sketches alongside real close-ups of the daycare robot. Sundrop and Moondrop were what she labeled them. You glanced back at her. The newer designs were arguably much better compared to the real-life pictures. More work would, unfortunately, have to be done for it to look and move how Taylor intended. Then again, you could use a challenge.
Speaking of, she was still rambling. When did you tune her out? Didn't seem like you missed anything though. The young girl was going on about uncanny valleys and symmetry. Nothing you really understood. Or really cared about. Then again it would be rude to let her talk to herself the whole time. You cut her off mid-sentence, "Do we even have material for all this?"
Taylor was unphased and jumped to the next subject, "Mhm! The guy told me that he has like new exoskeletons and of course their AI systems." At least it was something more important to you.
You managed to get a question in before she continued, "Did that guy ever ask you about their AI?"
For once, she was quiet for a bit, gathering her thoughts before speaking. Unlike her previous rambles, she started slow, "I wrote a webcomic a while ago about an AI feeling emotions for the first time. It wasn't long or too detailed, but I guess it was enough for him to email me. Asked about how I feel about it. I told him that it's probably hard for the real ones out there to have to fight for their right to feelings."
So it wasn't just you. There was a chance that every person hired for this project were scouted out because of their opinion of this very subject. Artificial Intelligence systems can have real emotions. Just that thought was enough to get you in on this massive project. Likely the same for everyone else in the lot, who seemed to be grouping up and making small talk.
One more car pulled up. A rather sad-looking red pickup truck. The old man that exited seemed just about as run-down as that truck. The jingle of keys rang throughout the lot as he made his way past everyone. He walked with a bit of a limp to the warehouse doors.
"Sorry for the tardiness," he grumbled, his voice low and raspy from what you could guess was years of smoking. Taylor and a few others were quick to say that it was okay, they just arrived, and all that. So that was what forgiveness sounds like.
Two guys were quick to the old man's aid in opening the doors. The old man in question, gestured for everyone to come in.

The warehouse was so much bigger on the inside. Huge open space with burned and broken exoskeletons lining the sides. Each we're diffeent size and build. All towering in some way. some were held up by ropes that lead to the ceiling. You gasp as your gaze followed a group of ropes to a massive animatronic. You remember it as the DJ. Your next thought was something about how much it sucks to be the guy to work on that. Others had parts held together by faulty wires. Each had a label stating their name and origin. It was like some kind of unfininished museum. The man from earlier spoke about how each person were assigned a bot to treat and befriend.
No way he was the guy in charge, right? He was barely able to walk. Also, no way he couldn't at least buy a better truck with the funds he's been giving out. So you as the old dude what was up, "So, are you in charge of all this?" You made a vague gesture with your hand, emphasizing the warehouse.
The man chuckled and shook his head. He reeked of cigarette smoke. "No. I'm in charge of you."
You probably had a clear look of confusion because the man elaborated, "Been working for the bossman for years now. Was the one who scouted you. Now I gotta make sure you kids do your jobs."
He suddenly called for everyone's attention with a sharp whistle. You tuned out whatever he had to say to just stare at the animatronics. Many were shifting a little. Were they in this state for decades? Perhaps it was better to start now than never. Yet, was it a good idea to even try to bring them back? To just make them work for another eternity?

You tried not to dwell on it as Taylor led you to your assigned animatronic.

A/N
Wonder how you feel about me just ripping on the cannon design...
Added some doodle that tay would do