"A heavy weighted hand" Sundrop And Moondrop x Y/N

Ch 1 "Crayon's!"

(cover on page is not mine.)

Y/n pov:

I was turning 16 tomorrow I didn't really care much about celebrating my birthday but for old time sake, I decided to go to one of those FNAF place's. Sure I heard rumors about the place being haunted or about missing people but I wasn't much to really care for the news..

At Freddy Fazbear pizzaPlex,

I had moved out of my parents home because I had graduated school at the age of 14. Me and my parents got along quite well, they even wanted me to consider staying.

When I walked in and got a look around I realized then I was at my lonesome, maybe it wouldn't of had been so bad to make a couple more friends back in school..no use thinking about that now..

Children ran by Me to their parents, a heavy crowd was just in front of me, I didn't want to do anything very risky so I just waited..
I yawned in response of waiting for people to leave, Waiting started raising questions If I were lost or not.

I finally got tired of waiting so I adventured the place, I wasn't to stoked about it being big. A child rushed out of a room called "daycare" and bumped into me, other children had been chasing him. The child was holding a very unique looking crayon, it had 5 different shades of the color blue and looked to be easy to blend. I took the crayon from the child gently and unharmful, all the children seemed to be fighting over it.

"Who made this crayon?" I questioned myself..
Who's responsible for this fight?"
I asked the children who now had tears in their eyes.
"Mr. Sunny! He made it for me and now other kids want it because it looks different from the rest." The child said..
I wasn't amused, I sighed and held the child's hand and went in the daycare with other children following me.

" You know attendence, you should be a better example for these...kids-
I was cut off by the sudden sight..
kids had tied up an robot that looked to be all colored and doodled on. His arm was tooken apart and damaged from poor use, I could tell he was the attendance because he was the only grown up in the room..
He looked to be crying..

I put the strange crayon in my back pocket and rushed to his aid, I grabbed his arm and held on to it. The sad robot seemed to be like this for an whole night.
"What happened here?" I said..
"We don't know, when we came in the daycare we found him already torn like this. Some of us left him alone but others wanted to play with him again but I got attacked for it, he told us something before he shut off as if this happened to him before, I don't think he could keep taking care of us alone.." said the same 7 year old child..

I let out an worried sigh, I untied the robot and picked him up, he was a bit to heavy for me but even so I carried him to a safe corner away from most children and helped him rest more, for the most part I then took full responsibility and took care of all the kids for the day. When the day ended I stayed along side the robot as they closed the daycare for the day..

I knew I didn't have to because I could've left him be easily but I couldn't let my kindness in my heart fade entirely. staying in portective of the robot it made me realize a few things, 1 I was now stuck with it, 2 whatever dismantled the robot was probably still in here with us..and 3..I didn't eat that whole rest of the day... :/

I thought for a bit, while in thinking the robot I was taking care of turned on and he layed their gazing at me..

When I sensed his pair of eyes on me I released myself from my thoughts, he took his other arm and fixed it, he still looked tired.. "t-t-the l-light's.." he whispered trembling..
"What about the lights?" I said curiously..
The light's had already been turned off, something that caught my eyes was that he seemed more scared because of it..

He rapped his two arms on me from behind and cuddled me shaking..he seemed brand new again when he fixed himself..except from his ripped clothes..I took off my thick jacket and gave it to him..He put it on..
"What happened then? Why were you all tied up like that?.." I said...but he failed to respond in thought..He teared as his eye failed to follow the other eyes movement..
This made me feel bad for thinking he was brand new...

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(End of part 1)

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(Disclaimer: For this book, I'ma keep it here and keep writing in it this time but only one page is coming out..mostly when I feel to do so..but enjoy anyway.