#its the spring bonnie that he specifically made up in his head as a child NOT. just william afton

[yelloworangesoda]

can i talk about maxs weird thing with spring bonnie or is it too close to incest

[spidermilkshake]

"Sunny Shine"

A more dolled-up digital thing! We get a little fanfic vignette dohickey to go with this lovely digital drawing. Ethaniel is a real name I've known given to a real child by the way... XD Given FNAF's settings seem to have been largely centered in Utah the number of newfangled and hybrid-type names popping up in my Security Breach stuff will make sense.

Below this cut is the Story time! It is decidedly fluffy. XD

Sun was not supposed to, it knew. But once the boy's cries softened enough that he could choke out a whimpering account of what happened, the Daycare Attendant became caught up. By design, it was caught between two unbearable transgressions: It had, ever since the After-Close Halloween Prank incident, been explicitly banned from the ventilation systems, yet that was where 4-year-old Ethaniel's Freddy Fazbear Super-bounce ball had ended up, and its nerves were specifically grated at by its childcare programs the longer it detected tears on the boy's face. Ultimately, it made a choice, and had one protocol be manually overridden in that second of pause.

There was no need to damage any vent grates, thankfully, since the one Ethaniel's prized ball had disappeared into was already hanging open by a single half-stripped screw. It was dark, but due to the lighting of rooms it passed leaking through the periodic grates it did not quite dim enough to trigger Sun's mode shift into Moon-mode. The Daycare Attendant flinched in anticipation of the raucous clang it made as it dropped down a level and landed on its palms. It couldn't take too long; with noise like this, someone in kitchen staff or a ticket-taker would report the strange bangs. Its head revolved around, scanning each direction down a four-way split. Something brightly-colored caught Sun's eye and it sunk down into the narrow passage, hip segment needing to revolve the wrong way around in order to fit. The ball! ... The balls, plural. With a stunned silence Sun ogled the veritable hoard of lost toys, wondering if these had all been here this whole time, and how indeed so many had ended up only in this dead end passage somewhere above one of the staff kitchens. Its long fingers gave a furtive fidget; it could finish with these pretties later--for now, it plucked out every one of the globular forms it could make out and squeezed them tight between the fingers of one hand. A full set! Thankfully not any more than that. It needed its other hand to climb on the route back out.

Ethaniel had sat, flopped and pouting on the ground on the far end of the play zone, watching and waiting where his mechanical playmate had vanished into the wall, ten feet off the ground. Gradually, a series of low clanks and thunks began to grow in volume through the dark, echoing tunnel of dusty, galvanized metal. The boy stared--half scared as this was exactly the sort of place The Monsters would come from, and how their nearing presence would be sensed--but hopeful that something much friendlier would pop out of the ventilation warrens. And, like a bright yellow ferret, Sun materialized in the shadows and popped out, one arm dragging itself with a shrill grunt of disgust through a large cobweb, the other arm's hand crabbed up close to its torso--clutched around something. The boy perked up.

"Oof!" The Daycare Attendant made the ten-foot drop in the form of a rolling somersault, springing harmlessly back up though studying itself very warily on all parts vent-grime and spider-silk were now clinging. It grinned down at the pre-schooler, "Well, it needs a bath about as bad as I do, but lookee what I found!"

The boy gasped; his own arcade prize--the best he could afford due to most of the cabinets and party games being geared towards the slightly older audience--sat in Sun's large palm with just a bit of dust stuck to it. Between each finger was the Super-bounce with the designs of the other band members--a Chica, a Bonnie, and even a much-coveted Rockstar Foxy. These were varying levels of crusty, but with the promise of a good disinfecting the full set was as good as new. Ethaniel jumped to his feet and clamped himself onto the heavy photosensitive fabric covering Sun's leg in a tight hug. The robot squeaked, knowing how much dead insect matter was likely to be on that fabric by now, but chuckled anyways.

"Ohoho... well, now we all need a clean-up. Hold on tightly--let's go!" Sun strode off, pace slowed owing to having a passenger, hand balancing four colorful orbs and a processor humming with a bright, odd fuzziness.