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keeira · 12 days ago

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Happy Halloween!

Hello, @sup-its-cat! Forgive my tardiness, some things came up last minute but I am here at last! I was your secret skeleton but surprisingly enough not the person who messaged you with asks haha! I hope you enjoy my attempt of messing your versions of the DCA and your Y/N into a little story ;v; let me know if you want to know what happens in the event but I'll have to revisit that if your interested. I am pooped T~T

Happy Spooky season! Here is gift c:

Bloodshot Eyes and Candy Lies

Word count: 2936

Formatting lost by tumblr :( Typo go brr

“Sun,” they whisper-shouted to Sun from the security desk, their giddy smile finding itself unable to contain the excited outburst, “come here when you can.”

The solar bot’s rays twitched, something they’ve picked up as acknowledgement from the bot when he’s unable to give them his attention. The kids were all but absorbed with finishing their snacks with a few wolfing them down in an attempt to get back to free play, much to Sun’s distaste. It never failed to make them snicker when the well fabled ‘no, no, no!” escaped their friends' voice box upon witnessing a kid shove an entire package of carrots into his mouth before tearing into the play structures at full speed. They kicked themselves out of their chair, leaving their phone on the desk before taking over supervision of the remaining children at the tables.

The world couldn’t convince them to trade this job. Even Ethan throwing up on their clothes three times in the same day couldn’t deter them! Okay, maybe they don’t wish for that event again, but the fact still stands that each kid gave them so much more to work for. Not to mention the biggest shared smile they cherished above all else. Sun approached with Caleb in hand, fingers coated in kiddie slobber as he clenched onto the remnants of barely chewed carrots.

“Are you sure you got all of those carrots,” they grinned watching the bot tap his hand over the trash can to dispose of the chunky, orange mush and only pausing for a moment to shoot them a dim-eyed look.

“Certain,” Sun’s voice sang, “I even checked the cheeks for stowaway sticks! Now if you could fetch him an additional package, I would greatly appreciate it.”

“You’re the boss, Sun man,” their finger guns were not responded to, however not unnoticed as yet another twang of sun rays was more than enough to snicker at.

Aside from having to sit and watch Caleb eat his carrot slowly, and Anne crying about wanting pears instead of apples, the rest of snack time went without incident. Most kids have turned and taken off into the play structures, the others occupying themselves with their crafts projects from the morning and wanting to create more of the activity Sun planned for them. They found themselves trailing outside the structures, keeping an eye on the eager kids playing hide and tag inside. It was a staple game the kids enjoyed, along with freeze tag of course.

“Well don’t keep me in suspense, friend,” Sun found a footfall beside them, his optics rapidly scanning the play area, “what did you need me for earlier?”

“Management agreed to the event,”

“They did?!” the attendant spared a momentary glance upon them before rapidly jerking his head towards the right to something they couldn’t have heard, “You always seem to impress, Storm Cloud.”

“What can I say,” their hand flew to their chest as they threw their head back, “I really am amazing, aren’t I Sunspot?”

“Annnnnd, it's all gone to that head of yours. When can we start planning?”

“Already ahead of you. I’ve got the ideas all written down from the other night with Moon. All I gotta do is plan everything and make sure it adheres to Fazbear standards and we’ll be trick or treating around the plex in no time.” They grinned as Sun’s rays spun with unspoken excitement, “I’ll have it done before the next naptime is even close to over."

And that they did, with Moon’s enthusiastic help of course. They would use the costume boxes in the theater to dress the kids into costumes before bringing them trick or treating around the pizzaplex with the other older kids. It would be a difficult ask to request management allow sun roam outside of the daycare boundaries but he would be their best eye on the younger kids. They even added that they could recruit a staff bot to be a line leader dressed with some sun ray headband they sold upstairs. And after a nap, the kids could have some of their candy and Halloween themed snacks for a kid-friendly Halloween movie. They would absolutely adore it! Not to mention the parents would be thrilled to hear their little kids still got to trick or treat on Halloween.

They submitted the email with Moon, the giddiness overtaking the pair in excited hushed whispers and theorizing how to set up the snack tables to host the assortment of snacks they would put together for the kids. A toddler girl sat up, catching Moon and their attention as the lunar bot all but gilded beside her within an instant. Her eyes were wide, welling up with fresh tears and choked cries as she clutched to Moon with all the strength her tiny hands could muster.

Nightmares tended to spike around this time of year, Sophie’s older brother the most likely culprit with his destructive ‘pranking’ habit. The lull of Moon’s voice box was hypnotic, something he shares only with the kids that wake up this way. He stroked her ruffled blonde hair away from her tears, murmuring about chasing away the evil monsters that scared her with a rhythmic rock of his body. It wasn’t long before his lullabic combined with the faint music of the daycare gently laid her back to the star-stream river of dreams and Moon returned to their side.

“Sophie’s brother has managed to convince her a monster was real,” the tone Moon held was somber, if not minorly aggravated, “and would eat her in her sleep.”

“Kids…” a bit of their mischievous flare ignited in the back of their mind, however the way Moon tensed up as another kid stirred kept their tongue in place, “can be real mean.”

“Her brother should know better.”

“I’m assuming you want me to tell the parents?”

“Every. Last. Detail.”

—

They hadn’t heard back from management that night, Nor did they get work back that weekend, but that was to be expected with their weekday work schedule. Sun had the kids playing with the assortment of board games the daycare had collected whilst they found themself locked in an intense game of charades with a group of older boys. Every buzz from their phone hidden in their pocket sent a rush of adrenaline down their spine. Their fingertips itched at the fabric of their pants and feet tapped in queasy anticipation. Any one of those notifications had to be an email from management. It had to be.

The group held them hostage, having them pretending to be all kinds of shit before the heavenly sound of Sun’s voice graced their eardrums. The kids filed the tables for snack time as they dove behind the security desk and fished their phone from their pocket. Messages, news, updates… Email! Fingers danced across the screen in excitement, the response from management flicking onto the screen in an instant.

Denied.

Plan lacking a clear budget, course of action, planning for supervision, schedule…

Their blood felt like ridged ice crystalized under their skin, growing sharper from the rising list of failed tasks management demanded. There was so much…

Please consult the Fazbear Rules and Guidelines handbook as well as the Event Coordination Handbook copied below. Revise this draft and submit by Friday evening at the latest. Any later submissions will not be accepted due to time constraints.

We appreciate your cooperation,

Eleanor Liza Cirby

Fazbear Entertainment Co.

Bitter was the taste of the spit that stung their mouth. Almost as much as the sting inside from the disappointment. Sure they didn’t dive entirely too deep into Fazbear guidelines outside what they knew, nor were they expecting work of this level to result from a small event. But this amount of miniscule detailing was insane. They could feel the hairs at the base of the neck prickle with the heat of resentment that boiled beneath their skin. Wasn’t planning these kinds of things their jobs? Aren’t they in these positions for exactly this thing?

They should have known better. Fazbear management always has some kind of bullshit hoops that affects everyone but themselves. The daycare children wouldn’t have their Halloween ruined by a greedy company. They dove into their chair pulling up both attachments from Eleanor. If she wants a perfect goal plan, she is gonna get one. And those kids were going to have the best fucking Halloween they could imagine. Suck, they’d finish it tonight just to spite them!

—

It's been two days since they started working on the Halloween event. Their eyes held deep violet wells beneath them, much to Moon’s dismay as he loomed over the computer screen, “you need to sleep. You don’t want to look like a raccoon, do you?”

“I can’t do this right now, Moon.” they mumbled, “this has to be done by Friday.”

The phrase ‘biting off more than you can chew’ was an understatement to the amount of work they uncovered when they first started. Management demanded perfection. In everything. They would finish a task only to review it and find at least eight things that break Fazbear code of conduct or policies. They hated it. God did they fucking hate it.

“You have more than enough time to sleep for a little bit. I have twenty minutes left of nap time and extra mats already set up. I’ll even give your grumpy self some candy before bed,” Moon sang in a teasing manner, grasping their wrist and lightly tugging it away from the keyboard.

“Cut it out!” They snapped. Irritation nipped at the edges of their eyes and clouded over their mind with incessant buzzing, “I have two days to finish this. You can bother me when this is finished.”

They hated the way he recoiled. His eyes dimmed and hand retreated from them as if touching a flame. He was getting on their nerves. Distracting them. The kids were distracting them. If they all could just be quiet for five minutes, maybe they could get something done…

It didn’t help that their roommate kept bothering them at home. They struggled to snag a can of energy they’ve been using to stay away, the contents sloshing against the sides as they downed the rest of the sickly sweet substance, “I’m taking my break.”

Fifteen minutes to run to their car for a cigarette. They needed it. The nerves were too bad. Hands ripped at the car door as they approached it, fishing at the floor for the open pack of cigarettes they bought yesterday already half smoked. They wrestled one from the package, sparking the light a few times before taking a deep inhale that coated the side of their throat and burned their lungs in that familiar buzz. The first drag was really starting to hurt. They hacked gobs of smokey exhale and saliva that rejected the tar like syrup that mixed upon it.

Two days to finish… They were almost done… Two days to finish…

—

Thursday…

Sun was incredibly annoying today. Wouldn’t let them finish anything. Not to talk about Moon harassing them with blankets from beyond the desk. The attendants didn’t have to work on this, nor could they. They furiously typed away at their keyboard, hand bumping into a handful of empty assorted cans meant to keep them awake whilst they emptied the remains of their current pack of cigarettes. They couldn’t remember how many they’ve had…

The second the smoke hit their lungs, they couldn’t help the fit of coughing that erupted from them.

“Hey,” The thing inside tentatively approached, “are you doing…”

What?

Their eyes turned to the figure that hovered above them, bright white eyes and rows of pearly teeth baring at them from beneath curved lips. Their racing heart began to painfully beat in their ears. The buzzing began to ring whilst the creature in front of them grabbed their wrist.

“Don’t touch me!” They screamed, slapping away the claws that threatened to pull them away from the blue light of their computer screen.

Their roommate backed away from Them. Mumbling searing every ripple in their brain. Their eyes drooped again. One thirty two am… Blink. One thirty six. Blink. One thirty eight. Their roommate was gone but the creature remained, flickering in the shadows just out of view. Eyes smoldering and bleeding red. They fished another can from the many packages they purchased… when? They popped the can open and downed a bit of the bitter liquid. The creature was gone.

—

It took them a minute to find their uniform as their alarm blared throughout the room. Little snakes slithered away from their feet as they grabbed a pair of them before sliding them on their feet. The monster was sleeping in its room. They were safe. The spark ignited the happy stick and they happily wheezed that happy gray smoke.

Blink. They were in their car.

Blink. The stoplights have been red for too long.

Blink. The daycare desk is just a few steps away…

The darkness echoed every step they took over the rippling colorful sea. Their feet was sinking into the water, they were moving too slow, the ocean was swallowing them, run, run, run.

Their flailing limbs clattered to the ocean's hard surface, hands flailing for the daycare desk- They were drowning!

Hands dug into the rippling colors beneath them in desperation, the searing pain from the cold water sloshing around their brain with the happy gas.

They gripped the side of the desk and pulled themself to the chair. The ocean was gone and a padded floor remains.

Happy gas… Their hand fished for a cigarette only to find an empty pack.

“No, no, no,” they echoed, “I need to stay awake. I need to finish.”

Their hands plunged into their backpack, the wave of empty cans and packages accompanied by a desperate cry they didn’t recognize coupled with a burning pain in their throat. No happy sticks. Awake. Awake… The can crumpled under the pressure of their convulsing grip while the tab broke off under the desperate rip they made at it.

“No, no, no!”

Red eyes flood their view and claws descent upon their lifeline with a vulture upon prey. The creature- the monster! They wanted them to fail! They screeched at the silvery monster that descended upon them, hands bruising upon its metal body in furious rage. It was killing them. Claws sinking into their stomach as it pushed them to the ground, deep crimson waves spilling from the ribboned flesh seams and their vital organs squashing against in the growing pool that enveloped them.

The monster would come with them. They reached for a dangling… Something of it’s and retched it with all the might they could muster. The clawed hand ripped their hand away, sinking its other hand into the base of their neck. They were choking. The rich, bitter taste overwhelmed their tongue and throat as they violently coughed. The lights above pierced into them despite the shadows creeping in. Their body grew weak.

The creature's claws wretched their mouth open. Dropping in something sickly sweet before holding their mouth shut. It hurt. The way their jagged claws pressed into their cheeks. The rapidly dissolving ball that boiled on their tongue. Their prickling eyes flutter in a desperate attempt to stay open. Stay alive despite the blood that coated them. Where was the backpack on their lap? They needed another… They needed…

—

Their eyes cringed at the blinding light that screamed at their closed eyelids followed by a ferocious headache that echoed off every surface of their brain. Where were they? What were they… The monster! Protesting eyes pried themselves open while desperate hands patted at the nonexistent vital wounds to their abdomen. Holy shit there was no way that was a dream.

“When was the last time you slept?” Sun’s stern voice was unmistakable, dim optics absorbing their cringing form with scrutiny. Every part of their body ached with even the slightest movement, “or had proper food for that matter!”

“Good morning to you too Sunspot,” they croaked, only to wince at the intense dryness that shredded the inside of their throat, “you wouldn’t be too bothered to fetch me a glass of water, would you best buddy?”

Their work was due today.

“Fuck!”

“Language!”

“I have to submit the event plans,” they shot out of the makeshift bed beside the security desk, “shit I wasn’t finished what time is it?”

Two forty eight am. Saturday.

A pit of despair welled up at the base of their throat.

“The event- the kids… How did I get into different clothes? Why? What happened?” Their voice wobbled, desperate eyes capturing Sun’s form with water in hand.

“Drink this.”

“But-”

“No buts!” The daytime attendant tipped the cup to their lips, “Moon and I finished compiling your plans and sent them to management ourselves. We changed your clothes because you needed it. And since you decided to completely neglect yourself to pursue this ridiculous overload of work by yourself, you attacked Moon in a moment of… pure exhaustion.”

There never was any monster. Only Moon’s warm optics and gentle hold as he was desperately forced to get them to sleep.

They opened their mouth to speak but Sun beat them to it, “You should have asked us to help you. This was a careless decision with your life and you treated us poorly because of it.”

“I’m sorry Sun-”

“No sorry.” those pale optics fixated solely upon them as they took a long awaited sip of water, “never do this again."

“I wont…”

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