Daycare Maintenance (Sun/Moon x Reader)

Chapter 1

You were pretty sure your middle name was hypocrite. You had a near photographic memory, remembering even the tiniest details like the eighth word someone said in a sentence, but you couldn't remember anything before age fifteen. You were seemingly prone to danger, but never had a hospital visit in your life, you didn't even get small injuries. You loved your body and felt comfortable in it, but would avoid looking at yourself as much as possible, sometimes even changing in the dark so you didn't have to see yourself.

Your caretaker, Bill, explained that it might have something to do with the trauma you had gone through. From what he told you, your parents had died in some sort of accident and you suffered an extreme amount of trauma. He told you that you were probably repressing memories and that maybe, with time, they'd come back. It would've also explained other little things about you; your fear of doctors, the strange nightmares you would sometimes have, your almost creepy fascination with life and concepts like consciences and free will. All of it was just handwaved as you dealing with trauma in your own way.

Other than that, you were normal by most accounts. You had no problems making friends, you did well in school, you liked trying out new activities. Most people were even able to get over those initial creepy or weird things about you. You had joined the school robotics club and joined an unofficial dance club. The reason it was unofficial was mainly because the group couldn't get a teacher to help them and they mainly just remade choreography from Just Dance to be better and more group oriented.

Then, there was your little brother, Oliver. You may have been the one horribly traumatized and suffering the consequences, at least by what you were told, but he was the real oddball. He was less than a year old when you were fifteen, making you wonder if your mom had died giving birth to him. He had no concept of gender other than some people were boys, some people were girls, and some people were both or neither. He never assigned gender to objects or clothes, which lead to a rather hilarious conversation in the store where he asked why there weren't men sizes for skirts and dresses. He had apparently though that they separated clothes by gender because men and women had different body shapes. He was observant, but always questioned the things he observed. Then again, what child didn't do that?

Still, you loved Oliver to death. Due to Bill never being around to watch over him, you took the role of his caretaker. You would always watch over him, do anything to keep him happy, you became almost dependent on having him around. He seemed to be just as dependent as well. It made it hard for you to do things like travel or get a job.

Currently, you were sitting in the living room, your phone and your old school laptop sitting in front of you with different job sites. Off to the side were a few newspapers with different job listings. Oliver was sitting on the floor in front of the TV, hugging one of his dolls as he watched whatever cartoon was on. You were trying to find a job that would allow you to bring Oliver with you. The problem was, most entry level jobs didn't allow for little kids to tag along. You knew an office job would be perfect, but getting one would be nearly impossible with a lack of college education.

"(y/n)! Look! It's Freddy!" Oliver exclaimed, pointing at the TV.

You glanced over, seeing an ad for the Fredy Fazbear Mega Pizzaplex. You smiled, but died internally. You wanted to take Oliver there, but it was beyond expensive at times. Knowing him, he'd want to see every animatronic and buy every plush he laid eyes on.

"I see. Maybe we can go there on your birthday," you said, smiling.

"Yeah! I wanna have my birthday at the pizzaplex!" Oliver yelled, jumping up from his spot and bouncing around the room.

You laughed, playfully rolling your eyes. You heard a text notification from your phone and you looked down, grabbing your phone and checking it.

"How's the job hunt? Any luck?"

Another text from Bill. He had offered to help you, but you wanted to try and do it yourself. At least, you wanted to try on your own for a little.

"Nothing, so far. I can't take Ollie to any of them."

You let out a small sigh, setting down your phone. A few seconds later, you got another ding.

"You know, I can help you get a job. I have some connections to the managers at my old work location."

"Thanks, but I don't think I'd qualify. You worked as a technician, right? I probably won't be able to get a job where you worked."

"Trust me, I can pull some strings. Plus, they have a place where Ollie can stay."

"Alright. Do you have a link or company name?"

"Fazbear Entertainment."

You were actually a little surprised. You knew Bill used to work as a technician, fixing up broken electronics and such, but you never expected him to have worked for Fazbear Entertainment. Then again, you never talked to him much. Even though you liked him and trusted him as a parental figure, you were always hesitant to talk to him.

"Don't worry, I can call them right now. Can you just send me your email again?"

You sent him your email, tapping your foot in slight anticipation. Jeez... you actually might get a job at the one place Oliver loved. Maybe that meant you'd get an employee discount on merch or free passes? You hoped so.

"Hey, Ollie," you said.

"Yeah?" he asked, looking up at you.

"How would you like to take an early birthday trip to Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex?" you asked.

Oliver gasped, shooting up with stars in his eyes. "Really?! You mean it?!" he exclaimed.

"Yup. Mr. Bill is gonna help me get a job there. You'll get to see your favorite animatronics every day," you said, smiling.

"Yay! I'm gonna get to see Freddy! I'm gonna get to see Freddy!" he sang, jumping around the room and laughing,

You smiled, closing your computer. All you had to hope for now was that Bill was able to pull the right strings and land you that job.