#cue Y/N chasing Moon throughout the pizzaplex to get the tool back and failing miserably LMAO

[driftingmoonmenace]

Slides this in your Ask box for the prompts: “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

Honestly this was one of my favs from the list, so I'm like so glad I got it for a prompt!! LMAO Thank you!!! 👀💖

It had to have been a good 15 minutes already since you began your search.

Thoroughly scanning your vision over the meticulously placed tools, you were trying desperately to find what it was you were looking for. So far nothing had turned up no matter how high or low you searched the 3-tiered cart. You could have sworn you'd put it in its correct spot the last time you used it.

"Seriously?" you muttered to yourself as you scratched the back of your head in confusion.

It didn't help that you had to use the light from your phone because of the severely dimmed lights in Parts and Service. The florescent lights gave you just enough to make out large objects but didn't do much in the way of what you were doing. A small part of you was starting to regret it, but you had your personal reasons.

If Moon wanted to join you down here, you gave him that opportunity. Not that you thought he would, but it was a small gesture you were willing to suffer through. You were trying.

Refractions glared off the polished metal tools as you swept the beam of light back and forth over your sixth scan of the cart. Still nothing. You were so close to giving up at this point.

"You come here often?"

Jumping with a squeak before your brain caught up to you, you placed a hand over your pounding heart to steady yourself. A harsh breath left your mouth that you hadn't realized you were holding.

Those two always had a knack for jumpscaring you, despite them being adorned with bells. One in particular was a little too well versed in being silent and loved to use it as an advantage on you.

Turning your head to the right, you were met with the sight of the moon-themed animatronic sitting poised on top of the steps above you that led to the Glamrock's rooms. The light in your hand stayed in a downward position, an undeserving courtesy, but it, along with the glow from his eyes, gave you just enough light to see that his grin was looking a little too mischievous for your taste.

You asshole. Narrowing your eyes at him, you turned back to your search of the cart for the seventh time now. You weren't going to give him any more satisfaction than he already got from your scare. "Well, I work here. So I think I'd have to say 'yes'."

You could tell his face dropped almost instantaneously at your sarcastic response. This clearly wasn't the reaction he was looking for. You could hear the small audible clicks as his head turned counter-clockwise in a full rotation. "No fun."

"Oh, boo hoo, you dick." Muttering your curses under your breath. You were still upset and had no intentions of overlooking his scare that easily.

"Language, Little Star." His voice on the verge of dripping with that oh-so-familiar distaste. You paused, feeling the hair on the back of your neck stand. You recognized the nickname from when he'd last used it on you. Not a very pleasant memory if you were being honest.

You sighed before continuing what you were doing. "I'm sorry, ok?"

Silence.

Ok, well, if he wasn't gonna reply then that's fine. At least you apologized, not that you thought he deserved it, but if it kept him placated who were you to complain. Maybe you'd be able to concentrate now.

However that thought was short lived because he started to chuckle.

Confused, you turned to him fully to give him your attention. Your eyes widening in sheer disbelief at the sight.

"Looking for this?" His glee returning once more as he held up the one particular tool you'd been searching for the whole time. Presenting it almost as if it were a trophy.

"How-?" was all you managed to get out before you were stricken into silence with denial. Your mind was racing into overdrive.

How the hell did he know what tool you'd been looking for, and when the hell did he take it?