Solunar (Sun/Moon x Reader)

Chapter One: Trespasser

You'd think it would be easy to find a job in this day and age. You, of course, would be wrong about that. In fact, it's quite the opposite. You've been searching for weeks and haven't found a thing. Apparently, not a single place is hiring. No, that's not quite right. Not a single place is hiring human employees. It seems even the most menial work has been taken over by some form of Fazbot. From convenience stores to fast food, you can never escape Fazbear Entertainment. They're everywhere. You're sure there has to be some merit to the whole thing, but in your case particularly, it's proving more harm than good.

You decide if you can't beat them, you may as well join them instead.

Which is why you now find yourself standing outside the Freddy Fazbear Pizzaplex, metaphorical hat in hand to beg for a job from the very company hording all of the employment opportunities. Well, hopefully there won't be much begging involved. You've already jumped through a number of hoops just to get here. Rigorous background checks, a mental health screening, and multiple interviews blocked your path, but now you're in the clear. For the time being, at least. The thorough investigation prior to your hiring didn't raise any red flags to you. Fazbear Entertainment has had a number of... 'alleged' incidents in the past, so it would make sense to be wary of who they employ, right? You were just lucky enough to meet all the requirements.

With a deep breath, you exit the chill of the night and enter the warmth of the Pizzaplex, immediately overcome with the uproarious laughter of children and the borderline noxious scent of grease. Despite how much you're initially dreading this, you remind yourself that you're being paid triple the current minimum wage. That's enough for you to stomach the stench, constant flashing lights, and the endless crowd as you slip through the entrance and into the foyer.

Thankfully, the Pizzaplex is due to close soon. The attractions should start shutting down in an hour or so, but even still, you're surprised how many people remain. You have to carefully maneuver as kids run past you, their parents lagging behind. In your search for an employee, you notice a rowdy group of teenagers overwhelming the poor Staffbot behind the prize counter. Another bot rushes by, mop in hand to clean up the soda a little girl spilled on the floor.

As expected, robots appear to run every station. Some handle concessions while others clean up messes left behind by guests. What strikes you as odd, however, is the complete lack of human employees. Sure, you'd anticipated most of your coworkers would be made of metal, and you're not particularly an extrovert to begin with, but you hadn't expected to be the only one. Speaking of metal coworkers, you're so wrapped up in your own thoughts you nearly crash into one of them.

You jolt back, collecting yourself with a weak smile. "Sorry. Guess I should've been paying attention, huh?" The Staffbot offers nothing in return, staring up at you blankly as you awkwardly forge on. "I'm actually here for my first day of work? I'm supposed to be on the overnight shift, but I don't see-"

The bot cuts you off by suddenly blurting out your name, to which you can merely nod. You suppose that also shouldn't come as a surprise. Not only do they have all your information, but Fazbear Entertainment also has some of the most highly advanced technology you've ever seen. Of course their robots would have facial recognition, especially in a place like this.

Apparently satisfied with your nod of confirmation, the bot looks away from you for a moment, waving stiffly off into the crowd. As you follow its dead-eyed gaze, it launches into what you can only assume is the prerecorded introduction for new hires. You listen halfheartedly while the bot explains company policies and proper conduct, simultaneously looking for the human you assume it had tried to flag down. The instant you return your attention to your "trainer," a new bot seems to materialize from out of nowhere, shoving a map and your uniform in your face.