Chapter 6

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Sun didn't have favorites, it was something they'd reminded the children of the Daycare time and time again, and in their eyes it was true. They weren't programmed to have favorites, and even if they had been, how were they meant to choose just one or two out of dozens of amazing children?

That being said, some children certainly favored them more than others. Matthew Patterson, otherwise known merely as Matt, was one of the few who didn't seem to care for their more than unsettling features. He was a brave, curious child, who, unfortunately enough, didn't much care for the rules when he felt there was a mystery worth solving.

It wasn't an uncommon occurrence to see him in the time-out corner. Enthusiastically rambling to Sun or Moon about whatever clues he'd found to his latest puzzle. Face devoid of any shame until they eventually had to remind him why he was placed in the corner in the first place. Then the familiar look of sheepish embarrassment would overtake his features as he gave them an earnest apology, wisely refraining from promising not to do it again. They all knew he'd be back in the corner within the hour after all.

Some of the stories Matt would tell were... concerning, considering his age group. Some were the usual lighthearted stories of monsters under mountains and cartoons given life, but sometimes they would grow... darker. It was all the worse when he would focus on the more feasible stories that just seemed a bit too realistic for Sun to pass off as false. They never said anything though, just smiled their permanent grin as they pressed a Sherlock-themed hat onto his head, basking in the look of wonder they received in return as they assured him that it was, in fact, his. Who could they tell, after all? The employees that didn't care? The managers that only knew the daycare existed because of the meager profit it brought in? Or, better yet, the parents that never spared them more than a glance and a mutter of "Why would they let that thing near children?".

No, it was much better to smile and praise and watch that light in his eye that all children seemed to come with grow as he talked to them for as long as he could.

Then, one day, Matt came in with a story of five missing children and a familiarly named restaurant.

The next he brought in an old poster he'd gotten from his grandfather, a golden rabbit with a purple bow and matching violet eyes smiling up at them as a milkshake slipped from the tray in his arms.

Then a few weeks later he'd brought in a slip of an old newspaper his friend's great-grandmother had kept from when she was a girl, a troubled look on his face as he glared at the grayscale bear in the top corner. Mumbling about how he would need to show his partner, Pat-Pat, his findings as he adjusted the hat on his head that he always seemed to wear around them nowadays.

Things seemed to quiet down after that, and Sun could tell that the boy had hit a wall in his research. During that time he was quiet and far more compliant than usual, too stuck in his thoughts to cause his usual mischief. He got in trouble less, but Sun worried about the over-compliance far more than the usual rebellion.

It took months for the boy to get out of his slump, and when he did he stomped into the daycare with a dark frown and furrowed brows, avoiding Sun as much as possible before confronting Moon during naptime once all the other children were asleep.

"I need to see the rabbits in the Pizzaplex." He demanded in a hushed tone, glare unwavering even against the gentle glow of Moon's eyes. They tilted their head slightly, the bell on their sleeping cap ringing with the movement. "Glamrock Bonnie?" They questioned only for Matt to shake his head roughly. "No! It's not a Glamrock!" he insisted, and Sun shared an unseen frown with Moon from the little space their AI's coincided in. "Matt..." Moon started hesitantly, "there are no other rabbits in the Pizzplex." Matt's face hardened but they could see something like horror creeping into his expression. Before they could say anything else, however, he was making his way to his sleeping bag, curling up under his blanket and tucking his hat close to his chest.

For the rest of the day, he avoided both Sun and Moon respectively.

The next day he didn't return to the Daycare, nor did he any day after, but that was not the last Sun would see of Matthew Patterson.

(Yes, Matthew is meant to represent MatPat's role in the FNAF universe, because while he's not there in cannon he's basically integrated himself into the universe by now. No, he is in no way meant to represent IRL Matthew, it's just my way of giving the guy some acknowledgment and "identifying" one of the lost kids in Security Breach, I might add in more well known FNAF players too later on but meh, we'll see)

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