Out of this World

Encounter (part two of: Well Shit)

"Stupid Lunar. Stupid stupid stupid. It's all my fault. All mine. Stupid stupid Eclipse. Messed up. Mistake. Retarded. Useless. Stupid Stupid. Why me? Godamn He was right. I really am worthless. Stupid Stupid Stupid."

Lunar had been running for 3 hours. He had passed the Arcade 5 times, GaterGolf twice (he didn't want to interact with Monty), the main entrance 6 times, and the Daycare 0 times. He had run around the Mega Pizzaplex 5 times total. He huffed but he refused to stop. He checked his battery.

27% huh? I'll stop at a charging station later. Not like they'd care if I came back to the daycare.

Lunar walked across the hallway, leading himself to the nearby kitchen. On his way he heard slightly worried yells and calls of his name. Rather than turning back to reassure the possessor of these calls, they decided to keep on walking. Not like it would make a difference anyway.

"You know, you are pretty stubborn for a little guy."

Lunar darted a few steps away from the voice before turning to see a rather broken and rusty animatronic before him.

"So rude of you to think of me as an immediate threat! Hasn't any of your family taught you manners?" The figure asked, tilting its head to the side.

Lunar ignored the figure, and began to walk back to the daycare. Sure he was upset at his brothers, but he'd rather be upset than in danger.

"Hey!" The figure exclaimed, putting its foot (or what was left of it) to the side, tripping Lunar.

Shit, thought Lunar as he fell to the dirty tile floor as the figure stepped over him, once again staring at him with a mesmerized gaze.

"Where do you think you're going? I only wish to talk and perhaps play a game," the figure said in a dramatic voice, becoming more eerie towards the end as Lunar scrambled to his feet and once again tried to escape.

"My brothers told me not to talk to strangers, and if you will excuse me, I actually need to get back to them-"

The figure grasped Lunars hood, pulling him backwards and once again onto the floor.

"Oh, but I insist! You like playing games don't you? How would you like to participate in a game in hide or stab? Or maybe Three to Four? Or maybe you would prefer-" The figure rambled on.

Come on come on thought Lunar, attempting to access his newest ability to turn invisible. Instead he found himself feeling more panicked by the minute as the figure grasped its hand tightly around his arm. Quivering in fear, he attempted to dart away from the animatronic, ripping his sleeve in the process. The soft sleepytime-themed sleeve fell away, specks of oil staining the now dirty sleeve. Lunar held his arm to his chest as he listened to the frustration of the empty handed animatronic.

"Oh Lunar..... That was a mistake! You see, now I have no choice but to play a game of hide and stab! And I'll give you this much..."

He heard the figure pause and walk the opposite direction, before he turned invisible and began to run towards the atrium.

"I don't like to lose."

The animatronic grabbed the cowl of Lunars hoodie, causing him to yelp with fear as the figure ripped out the chip that served as a tracker and as an escape mechanism.

"Now look at what you've made me do. My hands are all oily now!"

Lunar yelled with pain as he began to flail his limbs, trying to escape the terrifying figure's grasp.

"Shhhh, I think we should play the quiet game! Oh I can already tell you'd be amazing, almost unbeatable at it," hinted the animatronic as he clawed at the poor boy's voice-box.

Seeing as though he was trapped, Lunar stopped resisting, sobbing quietly as the figure carried him outside the Pizzaplex and into the misty nighttime air.

"Oh where are my manners! You don't even know my name, you must be so confused!" Tear stricken, Lunar felt his battery drain as he was carried away from his home.

"Well don't worry little one. I have none."