𝚂𝚞𝚗 & 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 🌞🌜

To Understand You •6• Impending Doom?

cw anxiety, glitchy text, brief mention of electrocution

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You drummed your fingers beside you, sitting on the edge of the security desk. It had taken quite a bit of insisting to convince Sun it wasn't against the rules to sit up here. His gangly, yellow body swayed side to side in front of you. His more orangish rays swaying side to side with a bit more looseness as Sunny stared up at you, just below your chin's height now. You clicked your tongue, looking past him at the twisty, colorful slide dropping into the ball pit.

"Shouldn't the kids be getting here by now?" Sun's rays spun, shaking his head, "Nuh-uh! It's maintenance day, r-remember?" Nervousness flooded back into his wires, leaving prickles even far enough down in his mind Moon felt them. "Wednesday is our least-busy day, so the daycare is closed while we get repairs n' stuff!" He announced with a very fragile sense of pride. You tapped the back of your shoes against the side of the desk for a moment, "But what about the Glamrocks? They get repairs after their shows."

"Well yes..." Sunny began, "But because they're so busy in the evening with the Glamrocks, they don't really have time for Moony and I! So, they have to do us during the show!" He brought a finger to his grin, tapping at his bottom lip with his index, middle, and ring fingers, "And we just can't, can't, can't leave the children! No, not for a moment! So, they decided they'd shut the daycare down on Wednesdays!"

It made sense when he explained it further, but you couldn't help but feel that it was a little inconvenient for whoever came with their wee ones on an unfortunate Wednesday. "Is that what you've been sitting here all this time for, Sunshine?" He tilted his head, and you laughed. "Yeah, actually. I thought we were just waiting on kiddos. I guess we can get up to our chores, hm?" You hummed down at him. It wasn't down for long, as he jumped up and scooped you along with him. "Like cleaning? I've already made the daycare spotless four times last night!" That's why it never looked dirty. It was kind of interesting to see an animatronic be a neat-freak, it couldn't have been programmed, right?

"Nah, I mean inventory. We said we'd do it today, and we have time before your maintenance soo..." You trailed off, just going limp in his grasp as he skipped around with you pushed to his shoulder. "I do suppose it would help to do something else, maintenance really is..." he paused, "... eerie."

"Can I ask why? They don't hurt you down there or anything, right?" Sun shook his head. "No, no! Well... not unless one of us does anything bad! It's just very dim down there, and very very grey... Not colorful at all like the daycare!" You rested your cheek on his shoulder, your glasses being pushed ever so slightly to the side. "Oh I gotcha..." Rubbing his back, you decided a new topic was in store, "So, how about that inventory, big guy?"

He plopped you down on the play mats near the cubbies full of craft supplies, "Yee-up! Let's get to work. I'll get the baskets, and we can see what we're low on!" Just as promised, he began plucking up baskets and placing them down in rows on the floor in front of you.

"We're definitely gonna need more blue crayons... But we can't just order standalone blues, we'll need to buy whole new sets. Let's hope the kids don't mind all the extra colors."

Now, you were knelt near the basket of crayons, sifting through to find mostly broken blues and yellows. "Or maybe something more sturdy, like pencils?" You looked up to Sun for question. He shook his head wildly, "Nonono! The children could get hurt with things like pencils! They could poke someone too!" Made sense.

Scooting over to the next basket, you plucked out a pair of dull children's scissors. Clicking them a few times, you determined those were fine as they were. Sun had joined you a while ago, counting stacks of paper by each and every sheet. It was really impressive! He had made it through counting items in 10 baskets by the time you made your way to skimming over your fifth. You were talented, sure. But Sun? He was skilled.