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The Daycare Attendant â !
the embodiment of âi can be your angel đâŚâŚ.,,, or your devil đâ
dual-moded animatronic that changes personality depending on the surrounding light levels. designed to entertain and care for young children.Â
wants to be your best friend!! or kill you. either way!
you fucked up a perfectly good robot is what you did. look at it, itâs got anxiety.
âcan we offer you a melatonin gummy in this trying time? :)â
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At the top of the TSI Research Tower, someone is about to press a button that they really should have tested more thoroughly beforehand.
The Council recently approved a new avenue of research for the scientists at the Techno Solar Institute, dealing with the memories stored within Lifelines. Memories, like the Lifelines themselves, are incredibly precious things, and the majority of those in charge of The Chronolium have been hesitant to mess with them, because getting something wrong could be disastrous.
The head researchers at the institute tested on their own Lifelines first, and the results were promising. Their memories were more clearly read from the Lifeline, more vivid, like they were made yesterday. Even moments that the researchers had completely forgotten about were easily revisited... for better or for worse.
They were excited, encouraged, and cocky. They were so confident that they were ready for the next step. All Lifelines would eventually entangle with any other Lifeline, if you followed it for long enough. So all they had to do was place a dozen or so of their research devices (which they called "memory amps") in key locations around the city and turn them on. Which they did.
The first thing to happen was that it became apparent by the numerous warning signals turning on back at the tower that while these devices work fine on a small scale, they cannot handle the hundreds of thousands of Lifelines throughout the city at once. One of the next things to happen was a hasty call to their PR department.
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"A NOTE FROM TSI: Due to an unforeseen incident, you may be experiencing some degree of specific memory loss. At present, we are unable to resolve these issues, however you may find these issues lessened or fixed altogether with great concentration and effort made to recall the memories in question. We thank you for your patience while we look into the matter."
WHAT'S HAPPENING?
Due to a mishap at the TSI Research Tower, your muse may have had some of their memories lost... sort of. A more apt descriptor would be "locked," because it's the kind of memory loss where you can remember that there should be something there, and it's just on the tip of your tongue, but you can't quite recall it right away. Your muse may be able to tell immediately what these memories are (for example, they might realize that they can't remember the details of their graduation day, but that means they do at least know that the missing memory is related to their graduation) or they might not know what memories were lost at all, only that they're gone.
Or, they might not have had any memory loss at all. That is completely up to you, and will still leave you with good opportunity for threads with others during this event for reasons that will be explained below.
Regardless of whether they did or did not lose memories, the message above from TSI was sent to every phone in the city and played on plenty of television screens, displayed on billboards, etc. So no matter what, your muse will most likely know that something happened for them to react to.
WHAT KIND OF MEMORIES ARE LOCKED?
Technically, it can be any memory you want, and more than one memory can be locked at the start of the event. The team at TSI tried to focus on "core" memories, though, so it's a little more likely than not that an important memory to your muse will have been locked away. Whether it's an important memory or just a memory about the time you found a dollar bill on the street three years ago, your muse will have that vague nagging sense in the back of their mind to clue them in to what is missing.
The memory can also technically be as long as you want, but since the ones that are locked are probably specific moments in time, they probably won't be longer than a couple hours, if that.
HOW DOES MY MUSE GET THE MEMORIES BACK?
By trying really hard. If they hold their Lifeline (whether it be the loop on their phone or their Lifeline in the city) and try to recall the memory, they will. But, from their perspective, it will be as if they are genuinely reliving it. The memory will be so vivid that they will forget that it is just a memory, and they will truly think that they are back at that point in their life and reliving the same thing again. They will look like they did back then, they will feel when things touch them, etc etc.
Like a vivid dream, they will forget that it is not actually reality. The memory will play out exactly like it did in their past. Unless...
HOW DO OTHERS GET INVOLVED?
Every Lifeline in The Chronolium will touch everyone else's Lifeline at least once, somewhere along the way. It may not be anywhere visible, it may be underground or it may be at the core of the city, but it will happen. So while these memory relivings are meant to be private, sometimes, someone else can be pulled into a muses memory with them because of this. It's not guaranteed, however. And while it is more likely for it to happen with someone the muse is Connected to, it can also be someone completely random.
If someone else (henceforth referred to as the visitor) is pulled into your muses memory with them, it will still feel real to the visitor, but they are much more likely to be lucid and know, the whole time, that it's just a memory. If the visitor is lucid, they can try to convince your muse that it's just a memory too, if they feel that is best, and it will be up to you to decide whether or not your muse believes them.
If the visitor is not lucid, then you and the other mun are free to decide whether the visitor still knows who your muse is, or if they are granted the part of coincidental bystander to whatever is going on in the memory.
WHAT IF THE VISITOR CHANGES HOW THINGS HAPPEN IN THE MEMORY?
If the visitor alters how the memory plays out, or convinces your muse to act differently than they did in the true memory... then the memory will change, of course. How much it changes is another thing that is up to you. It may end up that, no matter how much the visitor tries to change things, the end result stays the same somehow. Or the memory may change completely and end up nothing like the true memory, like an alternate history being played out, and you will get to decide how the situation goes when the actions taken are changed.
WHEN DOES THE MEMORY END?
When your muse reaches the same "ending point" as the memory that was locked, or the closest equivalent to it. A bit hard to explain, but bear with me. If, for example, the locked memory is of the time your muse found a dollar on the ground and used it to buy a drink from a vending machine, then they would finish reliving it after they got the drink from the vending machine. If a visitor altered things so that you got in a fight at the vending machine instead though, and you never actually got your drink, then the memory would probably end after the fight, as that's the most logical stopping point, as one could reasonably say that all of that is connected to one event, so to speak.
After your muse has finished reliving their memory, it will be as if they are waking up from sleep wherever they were when they started reliving the memory, as if hardly any time at all has passed. The same will be true for the visitor; they will be kicked out of your memory when the time comes, too.
MY MUSES MEMORY WAS ALTERED DURING THE RELIVING. WHICH VERSION DOES MY MUSE REMEMBER AFTER WAKING UP?
Which version do you want them to remember?
Your muse might, upon waking up, immediately know that the memory that just played out was simply a reenactment that played out differently, and so they will remember the original, true memory from their past, and also now remember the time they and their friend did things differently this time. Essentially, they will remember two versions of the event, one of which is the true version in the past, and the second being the reliving that happened "just now."
Or, if it's more to your liking, the altered memory could replace the old memory entirely. Your muse will no longer be able to recall the true memory, and will only be able to remember the altered version, and in their mind, the altered memory will still 'feel' like it took place in the past, like a normal memory would. Further still, you could then decide that they still know that it's an altered memory, and they just can't remember the true memory. Or you can decide that now your muse will just think that this altered memory is actually how it played out in their past. Surely no consequences can come of that, right?
The visitor, on the other hand, will always know that it was just a relived memory that went differently, and that it didn't actually happen that way, because it was never their memory to begin with. If you're a visitor, good luck trying to convince the host of the memory of that, though, if their mun opted to replace their memories...
IF MY MUSE DOESN'T RELIVE THEIR MEMORIES, WILL THEY STAY LOCKED FOREVER?
Spoiler alert! No, they won't. Your muse doesn't know that, but we're letting you know that so that you don't need to worry about any potential permanent alterations to your muse that you don't want.
WHAT COUNTS AS PARTICIPATION?
Any in-character post that references the events of the event will count as event participation. Drabbles, minis, replies, it's all fair game, regardless of the word count and regardless of whether or not your muse lost memories or visited someone else's memory.
I HAVE ANOTHER QUESTION!
Please send it to the masterlist (not the Council blog)! There's probably a good 75% chance, at minimum, that there was a super obvious FAQ question that we forgot to answer here, so if you need answers to something then we will answer it ASAP!
WHEN DOES THE EVENT END?
The event will end on April 22nd at 11:59pm EST.
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Sun had had so much fun making art with Mikey! Inspired by all the paints, crayons, and drawings littering his friendâs room, the animatronic had gone searching for supplies of his own as soon as he had been able to. He had had some say in the Daycareâs stock back home, but he had never been able to actually make purchases for himself-- now that he can, it didnât take him long to spend nearly every cent he received upon arrival on all manner of craft supplies and toys.Â
The rest of his money had gone toward strings of fairy lights and a few small lamps-- just to be extra extra extra sure that his place stays bright and safe when he has company over. He spent all of last night organizing and re-organizing his room, setting out art stations and placing lights wherever he could to chase away every little shadow. Things have to be perfect for Mikey! Just perfect!
âHeeere we are!â Sun trills, tossing open the door to their housing with a flourish. Theyâve been even more energetic than usual the entire way over, skipping backwards to chatter endlessly with Mikey as they led him through WayPoint. It doesnât seem like anything could put a damper on the Daycare Attendantâs sunny mood!
...except, perhaps, for the sight that greets them through the open door.
âAhahha...hoo. I-- didnât know anyone else was home!â
On a couch of the communal living room sits a young boy, and itâs not the one Sun wants to see right now.Â
Voice suddenly sounding a little strained, the animatronic offers introductions, stepping to the side to allow Mikey to enter.
âMikey, this is Gregory! He... still lives here, apparently! Gregory, this is my friend, Mikey. We were just... goingtogohavefuninmyroomokaybye!!â
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P03 sighs. Heâs got him wrapped around his claw, but⌠this is going to be one tiring endeavor.
âWeâre going to need a lot of metal. Weâll also need sturdy support beams, and ideally weâd start working on the internals of the building too. Canât have a factory without its machines, now. Start gathering anything that looks remotely useable and dump it here.â He gestures toward an open space on the ground of the scrap yard. âTry not to break anything, andâŚâ He glances over the botâs flimsy frame once again. âDonât break yourself, either. Youâre the only botpower weâve got for now.â
Wow! This... sounds complicated. Itâs a good thing the other robot knows what itâs doing, because Sun certainly doesnât know the first thing about building a factory from scratch.Â
Hearing how confident and matter-of-fact the bot is with this sort of thing gives the Daycare Attendant a tentative, hopeful idea; maybe, once heâs fixed for good, he can ask his new... associate... to use its expertise to build some sort of daycare here. Someplace where the children of the Chronolium can be safe and entertained, even if the rest of the Pizzaplex is still gone.
With his grand plan in mind, Sun rocks back on his heels, faceplate spinning with newfound enthusiasm for the task at hand.Â
âDonât worry about me, friend! Iâll be just fine!â
The parts and pieces he sets to work collecting are strangely difficult to move, but that doesnât seem to deter the animatronic in the least. He skips from scrap heap to scrap heap, lugging âanything that looks remotely usableâ over to be organized into a neat little tower of metal right in the center of the patch of ground the other robot indicated.
Once the pile comes up to Sunâs chestplate, he pauses for a moment, leaning over the top to watch the other bot.Â
âI wasnât sure about it before, but this is pretty fun!â What they really mean is that they werenât sure about the other robot. But despite his questionable attitude, itâs kind of nice to work with someone who really knows what theyâre doing. It makes Sun feel a little less useless, here where their entire purpose has been stripped from them.
Yes, theyâre pretty sure theyâre starting to like their new acquaintance.
âIn case you were wondering, I was called the âDaycare Attendantâ back when I had a daycare to attend to, haha! But you can call me Sun, or Sunny, or anything you want! Do you have a name...?â
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being dragged to an unfamiliar place is a little scary for gregory. he had never experienced something like this - only ever sneaking his way into places such as the pizzaplex during operating hours to have some fun to himself. but the thing with the pizzaplex wasâ at least that place felt familiar to him. he knew the nooks and crannyâs, knew how to sneak into different rooms and how to get by.
this place was new to him. he couldnât sneak around as much as he wanted to - the only thing that he knew was that he was assigned a home. a place to stay, off the streets this time. it was a welcome change, to say the least! at least heâd have a bed this time around.
it takes him a while to find it. a lot longer than he wanted to admit, and he wasnât too keen on asking for help, even as strangers approached him to ask if he was alright and needed any. when he manages to find his way to waypoint, he fumbles around with the keys heâs given, and rushes his way to where he thinks his home is. he just wants to go inside and crawl under the blankets and take a nap, to deal with this new place some other time.Â
however, a familiar sight soon comes into view, and gregory immediately finds himself putting his guard up. he stops, just a few feet away from the familiar animatronic, and narrows his eyes.Â
âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
gregoryâs voice comes off a tad more harsh than he expected, but truth be told, he didnât really care.Â
Sun freezes, his upper body rotating slowly to face the source of the too-familiar voice. Nonononono, it canât be!
âMe??â he starts, irritation already beginning to creep into his voice and body language. âWhat are you doing here!â
The Daycare Attendant means âwhat are you doing here, in my building,â but now that they think about it, what is Gregory doing here in this world? This place is for people who got saved from doomed universes of their own, right? So who brought this little troublemaker?
Sun immediately feels guilty-- what a horrible thing to think! Theyâre relieved that the boy is safe, they really, really are, it just... feels like a slap in the face that the first and only other person from their world theyâve seen here is him. Even if thereâs some reason why the Daycare Attendant was separated from the other animatronics, couldnât the powers that be have brought literally anyone else? Maybe some of the Daycare regulars, the children who actually like Sun! The sort of children who would never ever ever put themselves in danger by breaking the rules.
Why Gregory? What did the Daycare Attendant ever do to deserve this?
...well. He supposes he can figure that one out pretty easily.
The animatronicâs lower half finally catches up with the rest of him, spinning around so Sun can face Gregory fully.
âThere arenât any Fazbear Entertainment locations in the area. ...at least, not yet! So I-- live here, now.â
âSo y áľ á ᾠᾤ... should consider this place off-limits! ...not that youâd care.â
âH! Hm!!! Hmmm!!!!!â
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If Mikey had to be honest, being picked up and carried is not that bad right now. He is feeling less tired than he did during the first couple of days, but being on his feet for a while still tires him out more than usual. It is thanks to him being so young and full of energy naturally that he doesnât notice it while heâs busy with something. But when he gets to rest a little? He can feel hints of exhaustion creep in on him. He wonders if that is related to being disconnected with his powers? As Sun digs around the pile again, the teen really nuzzles onto the robot a little more. However, he is quickly wide awake again at the discovered bowl and Sunâs announced idea. Like a little monkey, he climbs up and leans over the Attendantâs shoulder now, like he tends to do on Raph. That bowl-thingy? He can see a round turtle shell with yellow, orange and red suns painted all over it! With many holographic stickers, too!Â
âOooo yes, I really dig that idea! Letâs start off with this one! We can stop by where I live and pick up the paint! And stickers!â Thatâs what he spent most of his money on since his arrival, after all. That bowl-thingy is big enough for both of them to paint plenty of shiny bright things on! And they can still come back here later to gather more round things, now that they know what theyâre after. âIâm living inside that huge sky-scraper building. You know, theyâre calling it the Spire, I think?â
Sun doesnât seem to mind Mikey climbing on them in the least-- it takes a little work to support both the weight of the turtle on their back and the metal bowl in their hands, but beyond a brief, dangerous wobble, the robot doesnât let their effort show.
It happily bobs its head, twirling around on one foot to face the exit.Â
âYouâre so prepared, Mikey!! Have you been living here for long?â Sun will definitely need to stock up on his own supplies, too. Even though he doesnât have a Daycare anymore, he has friends to play with and entertain, and the least he can do is chip in when it comes to materials!
âThanks for inviting me! ...Iâve never been to someoneâs home before.â Should he show Mikey his own place sometime? Is that allowed? It wasnât back in the Pizzaplex, but like everything else in this place, the rules about that are probably different. And the Daycare Attendant has kept their home so neat and tidy this time, itâll be perfectly safe for any visitors!
âOh, I know that one! Yes, yes! I think I know how to get there!â
With another awkward sway, Sun tries to skip off in the direction of the Spire, eventually settling for a bouncy walk when he nearly drops both the bowl and his passenger. That doesnât seem to dampen his enthusiasm, though, and he tilts his faceplate to beam at Mikey as they walk.
âI canât wait to decorate with you! This is going to be so so so much fun!â
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P03âs about to tell him to put his head back the right way when heâs grabbed and lifted up.
âWh- Hey! Put me down! Who gave you the right toâ Stop it!â He squirms around in his grasp, not doing much for himself. âIâm not going to say please to you. I am your superior-!â Heâs not anyoneâs superior, but he gets dropped soon enough after that it doesnât really matter.
âSure, I can do software,â he tells him, still a bit flustered. âThereâs nothing I canât do.â And after that outburst, P03âs about ready to fix quite a few things about their behaviorâŚ
His superior? Now the other bot is just being silly. Sun has a complete database of every person authorized to give him instructions, and a strange robot who isnât even Faz. Ent.-made is certainly not one of them.
The Daycare Attendant might have said this aloud-- or responded with anything more than an unimpressed cycling of his rays-- were he not so interested in the only seemingly-genuine aspect of the other bot.
âCan you really? That would be faztastic, friend!! I'd be happy to help you with your thing if you help me with mine! Thatâs cooperation!â
âHow do we start?"
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âYou could say that,â Grimm answers⌠though when heâs around, the dreams are unlikely to be pleasant ones. Even children must come face to face with the nightmare realm on occasion; thatâs simply nature, cruel it may be.
âA few, indeed! How I wish they were here with me. Without them, I must deal with every aspect of planningâŚâ
âŚAnd he cares about them, of course. Not that he really believes all worlds out there are doomed to erasure, but.
âBeing here, though? There are other tasks important to me that I can no longer attend. So I suppose currently, my only purpose is to entertain both others and myself.â
The robot hops from foot to foot, delighted. How nice! How good! A friend to greet the children after Moon puts them to sleep... a kind, soothing presence to chase away nightmares and help them rest. They would make such a good team!
âI can help...â it says, drawing out the first word and leaning ever closer to its friend. The Daycare Attendant isnât missing any assistants-- theyâve always done everything, EVERYTHING by themself-- but they know what the band is like. They know how difficult it was when Bonnie got scrapped, both emotionally and logistically. Grimm, similarly, misses his troupe; Moon knows he canât replace them as friends, but he can at least do their work, keep things running so both he and Grimm can continue to do what theyâre meant to do, even here. Deliver dreams so sweet the children might never want to wake up again!
âCan I see how you entertain?â
Please tell him he did a good job
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âChildcareâŚ?â P03 doesnât bother stifling his snicker as he resumes inspecting the bot. Now heâs getting handsy, poking around at certain parts on them. What are childcare bots being built for, anyway? Thatâs a humanâs job.
âMaintenance is something you could call it, I guess,â he says idly, not fully paying attention as he gives the hook loop on their back a test tug. âHmm. Not so flimsy,â he notes.
âSomeone? Hah, no. This is where my factory is going to be rebuilt. I didnât expect there to be other robots here, but if theyâre all going to be like⌠you⌠then the need to produce more is worse than I thought. Hmm. I could always make you better, but is it worth the partsâŚ?â He starts muttering to himself as he continues to poke and prod at the other robot.
âYou wouldnât laugh if you saw my Daycare! It was perfect! Perfect...â
He misses it so much. Longing for the only home heâs ever known tugs at him-- or maybe thatâs just his current assessor.
âThatâs for my cable, so I can move around in the air!â Sunâs head swivels to peer over his shoulder at the robot at his back. âBut I didnât bring it with me, so I was really really really hoping I could look around today and find a new one--â
Is Sun really the first other robot here? That doesnât seem right, heâs almost certain heâs seen someone else in Techno Solar. He knows, because he had almost mistaken them for a STAFFbot, and had gotten his hopes rather quickly dashed. Why wouldnât this person know that if theyâve been here long enough to own all this? And why would they want to re-build a factory over one of the staples of the area?
Swiveling the rest of his upper body, Sun reaches down to pick the other robot up and hold it at optic-level.
âIs this reaaally yours?â The Daycare Attendant says with the sort of stern but gentle tone one might use with a young child who has yet to learn to lie convincingly, but is trying very hard to anyway. âYou know, no oneâs going to want to help you with your factory if you lie and donât want to share. Why donât you start with something easy-peasy, saying âplease-yâ?"
Make him... better? From the way the other robot talks, Sun is pretty sure already that its idea of âbetterâ wouldnât match their own. But the Daycare Attendant does have a pretty glaring issue, and itâs very, very possible that a fellow machine would have more luck fixing it than rather more breakable human technicians.
âWhat do you mean?â Sun sets the robot down, their lower half finally snapping around to let them face the stranger fully. âI-- want to be better! Better... better.â
âDo you-- haha-- fix software, friend?â
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P03 squints at the robot. Heâs about to shoo him off, to tell him to leave it to its work, but⌠Well, even the worst robots have a use, donât they?
âYouâre already quite here,â he says. âBut if youâre going to be here, I might as well get some use out of you.â He comes down from his perch, and starts pacing circles around him. âYouâre tall, at least youâve got thatâŚâ he mutters. âHow strong are you? Donât tell me whoever made you built you flimsy. Can you assemble things?â He stops, peering up at the other robot. ââŚWhat are you even for, anyway?â
Heâs not telling Sun to leave, which probably means the Daycare Attendant is allowed to stay. Sunâs just about to explain why theyâre here and perhaps ask for recommendations from the owner himself as to where they can find the pieces they need when the other robot very decisively steers the conversation in an altogether different direction.
âWell--â they start, then:Â âNo, Iâm not flimsy! But--â
The questions just keep coming! This feels like some sort of assessment, or an interrogation from P&S. The Daycare Attendant hasnât had very good experiences with those.
Sunâs starting to feel flustered, the beginnings of irritation creeping up behind his permanent smile. Scrapyard owner or not, this bot could at least introduce itself before it starts questioning his specifications.
âI was built for childcare-- not assembly,â Sun says, the slightest hint of staticky, mechanical strain in his voice. âBut you sure seem like youâd be great in maintenance! Is that what you do? No wonder you have all these parts around!âÂ
âDidja need help putting someone back together again...?â At least then the bot would have a good reason to be sizing Sun up like this.
When Moon stacks himself on top of the barrels... and sometimes he just gets stuck đ
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It didn't take P03 very long to learn why he was here. It didn't take much longer for him to figure that this was a good thing. No more fighting, no more drama, no more of Leshy, Magnificus, or Grimora, and no more Inscryption.
...Wait, no more Inscryption?
It was then he realized the price of escaping his home world- no more subordinates, no more factory, no more cards. Well, that simply can't stand. And thus it didn't take P03 much longer to find the scrap yard in Techno Solar and declare it the site that his new factory was to be built on and from. Now, it's just a matter of finding the parts for it.
He's barely into any actual progress (these things are harder without minions) when he notices a new character make their way into the piles of parts. They're clearly another robot, but... definitely not one P03 would have authorized being made. He's far too... bright. What's he doing here? P03 climbs up to the top of a mound of parts, towering over the other robot in an attempt at looking intimidating.
"Hey-!" He calls down to him. "Who allowed you to be here? This area is mine."
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âHm?â Sun looks up, pausing in his cheery humming. Heâs feeling far more settled today than the last time he was in the Scrapyard-- or at least he was, before he processed the rest of the other botâs sentence.
âIt is??â He never goes anywhere off-limits, never! âIâm so sorry! I didnât know, didnât know!â
Something about that doesnât seem quite right-- the Daycare Attendant hasnât seen any signs or guards to indicate that this property is any more private than the surrounding areas-- and yet, this robot certainly seems as though it belongs in Techno Solar. It has such an interesting design, and seems perfectly... at home... glowering from on high atop its tower of parts and pieces. Maybe it was built to watch over this place, or maybe the Scrapyard was built for it? Either way--
âCan I... come in?â Never mind that heâs already standing smack-dab in the middle of the Scrapyard.
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Sun seems very excited about this, which makes Mikey happy too. Itâs always nice to spread happiness and optimism, thatâs why he cultivates that in others and himself with all his being. Of course he is more struggling to keep it up without his brothers around, but heâs not alone with that. Which means they have to look out for each other!
âIâm Mikey! Itâs really nice to be your friend, Sunny!â And he proceeds to give the robot a hug. Sun. Happiness. Friendship. Yes, he also feels very inspired now! âOH! Letâs look for something thatâs roundly shaped! Likeâ a big clock-face! We can always get paint and change the colors and paint over the numbers.â
âMikey!! Thatâs such a nice name!â Fitting for such a nice person!
Sun cares about every child heâs met-- even the rule-breakers, and even those who want to be anywhere other than with him. But itâs so wonderful when he meets someone who cares about him, too. It makes âfriendâ a word with real meaning, and not just Sunâs go-to term for new acquaintances. It makes him feel like heâs doing something right-- he was built to make people happy, after all, and thereâs nothing better than actually being able to do that.
âHeheheehe!â Sunâs faceplate spins with delight and he hugs Mikey back, picking him up to twirl him through the air.Â
âYes! Yes! Iâm so happy to be friends with you, too!â It sets Mikey down gently, reaching up to catch its own head. Spinning its faceplate has never made it feel dizzy before, but itâs right now itâs ever so slightly unsteady on its feet after lifting the turtle again.
âOookay!â Sun gets back to searching, this time with a little more focus and a better idea of what it is heâs searching for. At one point, he thinks heâs found the perfect object-- itâs round, just like Mikey described, but when he pulls it further from its bin, he realizes that itâs a little too round; the object isnât flat like a clock, but instead appears to be curved inward, like a large metal bowl.
Sun holds it up, looking between it and his friendâs shell.Â
âOh!! What if we make something based on both of us? You inspire me, too!â
