𝚂𝚞𝚗 & 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 🌞🌜

Just Say That You Belong To Me-5-Try

He wasn't lying, and you did wake up exactly thirty minutes later, and admittedly refreshed. You hated them for being right.

After that it was another long, empty day.

When you heard the skitter of the wire and the approaching bells, you were almost relieved, almost happy to see them, which sickened you. What were you, some kind of lost puppy waiting for Master to get home? You scowled at yourself as best you could through the gag. However, when Sun crawled in through the tunnel to you, carrying what looked like another box of pizza, you sat up on instinct.

You told yourself it was because you feared a threat, but you were lying to yourself. Your instinct was just that it was polite, as if he were a friend or houseguest rather than a kidnapper and a robot.

Either way, it made Sun grin so hard he almost seemed like he was glowing. He put the pizza down.

"Hiya sunshine! Hold on, I'll get you out of those ropes in a jiffy, I just have to run back and grab a few more things. He disappeared as soon as he'd put the pizza down, and seemingly just as quickly (as if he'd been running the whole time. He probably had.) he returned with one of the low children's tables they kept in the Daycare that he sat you in that morning for breakfast. It had a crack running through it, but it was thin and it looked stable enough. It occurred to you that Sun had probably only been allowed to take it because Fazbear Entertainment wanted everything to look perfect to avoid controversy. Well, more controversy.

You kinda hated that you knew enough about Fazbear Entertainment to even know that.

He set the table down, then disappeared again, returning a few minutes later with what looked like two sleeping bags full of toys and craft supplies that you also recognized from the Daycare.

"Just one more minute dewdrop, I'm gonna clean up a bit." And he did, moving the boxes of FizzyFaz into the balcony room, then cleaned the spaces left behind. He was fast, too, cleaning at three times the speed you could have done it at. He moved the boxes like they were nothing, and to him they probably were. He could use both of his arms with perfect accuracy when it came to the quick dusting and dewebbing of the corners. All in all, it only took five minutes. Then he came to you and immediately pulled the gag out gently. You took a breath of fresh air, then looked at him.

"That was five minutes, not one."

Honestly, you didn't know why you were antagonizing him. Maybe it was because the fact that despite it only having been two days of being kidnapped, you already felt a little crazy from not seeing any other humans.  Hearing the kids was sort of helpful, but also sort of worse- it was nice to be reassured that there was something out there waiting for you besides knife-wielding machines, but it also just reinforced your isolation. It was almost better when Sun was there versus when you were alone in the room for those hours on end.

You couldn't say the same about Moon, though you did love his lullabies. Sun was scary, but you felt that he at least tried to keep your best interests at heart whereas Moon just seemed to view you as an object, despite how much he claimed he loved you.

He had also been more focused on the plural. 'We' love you, he said. Not 'I'.

Regardless, there was some part of you that just wanted to lash out.

You told yourself it was because you hated them, which you sort of did, and that you were unable to stop yourself from expressing it. But you knew there was a part of you that the isolation was making you crave any contact at all, even if it was with them. You opened your mouth again to apologize or curse them out, you hadn't quite figured out which yet.

But to your surprise, he tossed his had back and laughed, and when he stopped, he untied your hands with no further comment on what you had said. You stretched them and stood up to stretch your legs out too. In the meantime, he was taking all sorts of stuff out of the sleeping bags. You weren't surprised, with his penchant for messiness and how quickly he cleaned up anything, that he had arranged everything he'd brought up with him in terms of how fragile it was. You watched him unpack, reaching for the pizza box. You had waited long enough, and you weren't going to let Sun mortify you like Moon had. Moon had the last word even then though, as today's pizza had a moon shape on it. You tore into it frustratedly.