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Follow the Daycare Attendant and their crew through several alternate universes or their daily adventures in c...
In which we see an alternate universe where Sun and Moon are not animatronics, but instead organic creatures- anthropomorphic animals called celestials who either run free in the wild or are taken in as pets or work animals. In this world, what could be different with the pair?
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The truck juts and rumbles as it drives down the road, the cage around me rattling loudly as it slides around the truck bed. Open skies pass by overhead, pretty and blue and so inviting. Stars, if the spaces between the bars of the cage were just a bit wider, I could slip my hand through, pick the padlock and then bust free of this scrap metal. Break loose from the control of these humans.
After a while, the sight of the sky is drowned out by darkness as the truck drives into a building- I see a sign against one of the walls that reads "loading bay" and feel my hackles raise with dread as I realize we've reached the destination. The truck slows to a stop and then the driver side door opens before slamming shut again. I watch as the human who drove the truck comes around to the back, opening the tailgate of the truck and heaving a sigh.
"Alright, time to carry you up a ton of stairs to get to the daycare. All the while you're going to be clawing and biting at my fingers. Again."
"Or, consider this: just let me go, and I will even apologize for clawing and biting your fingers before," I offer, hissing softly when he shakes his head.
"Sorry, kid, that's not how this works. I gotta job to keep and rent to pay. Letting go of a celestial that costed 100k would more likely than not get me sued if not just fired." He unzips his jacket and shrugs it off, then he throws it over top of the cage.
"Hhhrgh," I growl, lashing my tail in frustration as the cage is dragged forward and lifted up off the truck. After a beat it's set back down as the human mutters to himself,
"Yeah, I am not carrying you up all those stairs. Where are the dollies around here?" I listen as he wanders off, shambling about the loading bay before returning with some squeaky, metallic human contraption. The cage is lifted up again only to be set onto the floor and tilted at an angle. I grunt softy as I fall to the back of the cage, then I start kicking the front of it as hard as I possibly can. "You know what? If you can manage to bust the padlock with brute strength alone, then you've earned the right to go free. But you're not going to."
"And you're not going to like what I do to you when I get loose from this cage!"
He doesn't reply, instead beginning to wheel me away to the "daycare." I still remember a fair bit of the human lexicon I learned during my couple years being their prisoner as a kit, but this one is new. It sounds like it may be safer compared to other occupations humans force celestials into, but I'm not going to hold my breath. I just pull up my hood and save my strength for the trials ahead.
"There are a lot of stairs. Stars, what is this place?" I question as the trip drags on.
The human snorts softly, answering, "It's the Mega Pizzaplex. A giant mascot mall for families to come and waste money while getting pushed around in big crowds with garbage food."
