DCA and Puppet Appreciator

And close ups

Parts and Services is Sun’s least favorite place. Not only is it the hub from which nearly all tech could be repaired; it’s the front end of the massive servers that maintain the illusion of life behind animatronic eyes. Without it, Sun could not sit passively in an oversized dental chair, staring through the thick acrylic glass of the “protective” cylinder at the back of an ancient computer. 

Sun does not like the reminder that it is not, in fact, like you. 

Idle_19B3 15.25 minutes  End function Y/N Y 

Sun folds its hands together, fingers still twitching. What’d once been an idle animation programmed in to prevent the Attendant (and other animatronics) from becoming too unnerving to humans has since become a nervous tick. The tips of its fingers are gray from exposed metal.

Idle_19B3 deactivated  Check status? Y/N Y

Battery charge 87% Time: 21:45:28 Update 23.052036 in progress

Do not resume primary functions until update is complete 

Check status? Y/N

“You okay Sunny?” Your voice is an emotionless staticky mess over the speaker system. When you pop your head over the top of the monitor, Sun can see your furrowed brow through the dirty panel. 

Memo created: Someone should clean that.

Who, you? Want us to visit after hours too? Of course not! They’re staring.

Sun nods rapidly, rays rippling moonside first. “Absolutely faz-tastic friend! Just wondering when ya think you’ll be done with me. It’s a bit. Much.” The rays finish their ripple and shrink inwards while a mechanical whine kicks up overhead. 

Update 23.052036 in progress  Do not resume primary functions until update is complete 

Check status? Y/N N

“You’ll get out of there soon. Just try not to move too much. Except, lean forward? The update is done processing on this side.” The sound of metal scraping on metal and soft puffs of pressurized air warn Sun before the chair adjusts, the headrest dropping back and leaving the back of its faceplate open. You’d already unscrewed the protective cover, leaving vulnerable wires and ports exposed. It stares at you. You have a dimple in one cheek.

There’s a scrape as the arm bumps against the wrong port, sliding over the back of Sun’s head until it clicks into place. 

Connected to P&S_Port73 Preparing file transfer

Update 23.052036 in progress  17% 

Do not resume primary functions until update is complete 

Idle_19B3 activated

“Stop picking your fingers goober.” 

Sun startles, hands untwisting and throwing themselves into the air with a jingle, fingers spread wide like it was a child who got caught doing something naughty. “Oh, oh! Sorry! Nasty little habit I got there.”

“I know.” The dimple is half hidden as you drop your chin in the palm of your hand. It can tell you’re studying it, pushed to the edge of your chair to see around the monitor. It straightens just a little bit more, fingers curling into the crunchy material of its pants instead of each other.

Update 23.052036 in progress  29% 

Do not resume primary functions until update is complete 

Check status? Y/N

“How about a game?” 

N

“A game?” Sun’s faceplate starts to shift.

Error Connection to P&S_Port73 lost  Connected to P&S_Port73 Resuming update  23% complete 

Do not resume primary functions until update is complete

Sun’s rays retract at an angle meant to replicate a cocked head. You laugh, and it giggles in response. “What sorta game?” 

“Something like twenty questions, but you gotta guess what I’m thinking about instead of a specific who or what.” The corners of your eyes are crinkling. Suspicious. You only do that when you’re plotting something. Usually with Moon. 

Naughty thoughts. Do you think so? Now? Has a tell.

Accessing memory bank Searching for file_15.26…

What is it?

Access blocked

Rude.

“Sunnyshine?”

“Ah, nothing, nothing. Moonie is just being as infuriating as always.” Sun waves off your concern. Its fingers creep towards each other, but Sun forces them deeper in its pants instead, the wire holding the shape of the fabric creaking in protest. “Does what you’re thinking about involve the plex or the outside world?” 

“That’s not a yes or no question, Sun!” 

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Your laughter cuts through Sun’s obsessive status updates. Sun wiggles its rays at you, making you snort and cover your mouth with one hand.  “This is hardly a fair game if I can’t ask more than yes or no questions, friend! Help a guy out!” 

“Okay, fine. It kinda involves the plex? Can’t really go outside of it.” 

It involves us. Just because you think they’re thinking naughty thoughts doesn’t mean it’s actually true.

Involves the plex—that did make it sound like your thoughts would involve it, or at least one of the bots. Unless they were wanting to play Fazer Blast; Sun wasn’t sure if there was a proper equivalent outside of the plex. 

It’s just laser tag prettied up with Freddy’s face.  Ugh, thanks Moonie. 

So definitely a bot, probably the Attendant? This was lending credence to Moon’s idea, a thought that makes it giggle. Sun pointedly ignores Moon, the next question obvious. “Does it involve… one of the animatronics?”

Chicken.

“You mean, does it involve you. Sun…” The exasperation is muted through the microphone, but your face is open, easy to read even with Moon blocking access to pertinent files Sun would very much like to double check. This is fondness, concern. Love. “You are allowed to be a little selfish sometimes. Assume things are about you.” 

Update 23.052036 in progress  43% 

Do not resume primary functions until update is complete 

“I do that!” Sun’s protest is squeaky and obviously a lie. Your and Moon’s giggling elicits a grumpy hmph! of protest as Sun folds its arms tight over its chest, bells jangling wildly. “Fine. Does it involve me or Moon?” 

“Ideally it’d be the two of you, one after the other.” A beep from the monitor interrupts your smile. 

Rays retracted 14% Idle_19B3 activated

Error  Dermal damage detected  Fingers 1L 2R 5R

Please deactivate Idle_19B3 and report to handler for repair and maintenance 

Just say it. Say what? You know what. They want us to—

Error Inappropriate language 

Reference Fazbear Entertainment Incorporated’s Language and Behavior Modeling Guidebook 5th Edition for further details

The Attendant’s fans kick on as Sun processes what exactly Moon is implying. Its rays ripple gently, poking at the idea abstractly to avoid triggering another pop-up. This isn’t an entirely foreign idea to Sun: the first time you’d brought it up… the time you had guided them into touching you—the way you—

You’d teased the Attendant, called it a blushing bride. It hadn’t understood you entirely, still didn’t. But the thought lingers. 

Moon seems certain of it, and Sun almost wants to ask just to get it out of the way. But what if Moon is wrong? Sun would laugh, but… it kind of wanted— 

“Is it…” Its voice softens to something nearly inaudible. “S.” It has to pause between each letter. “E. X?” 

Update 23.052036 in progress  59% complete 

Do not resume primary functions until update is complete

“Couldn’t hear that, lovebug.” Your face says otherwise, your grin wide as you stare Sun down. Its fans continue unabated, Sun forced to watch you because of the connector in its head. “Looks like something has the two of you going. Care to share?” 

“Ya know it’s hard for me to talk about!” The whine matches pitch with its fans. Your smile turns cruel, eyes flicking away from Sun back to the computer. It feels exposed.

Watching us. Our reactions to their teasing. 

Cooling system 23% 

I’m glad you find it amusing because I don’t know how much more I can take!  Could let me take over. 

Update 23.052036 in progress  71% complete 

Do not resume primary functions until update is complete

Sun sits in silence, fingers picking at each other again as you don’t speak. You’re waiting. It’s waiting.

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Error Dermal damage detected  Fingers 3L 4L 1R

Please deactivate Idle_19B3 and report to handler for repair and maintenance 

There’s a soft click as the arm disconnects from the Attendant's faceplate. Sun quickly scans the update, Moon confirming it milliseconds later. It’s enough time to miss you standing from your seat, its head jerking up at the hiss of the door opening. One leg is already off the chair, jingly toe braced against the white tile. “Ah, friend, wh… how can I help you?”

You step inside, the door shutting behind you. The space inside the cylinder isn’t particularly large, and you slide neatly between the Attendant’s legs. Sun hunches, the chair and its own gangly height doing little to help it not tower over you. 

Idle_19B3 deactivated 

You pick up one of its hands, looking over the picked over silicone before pressing a kiss to its knuckles. Sun remains completely still. It doesn’t want to hurt you. It can’t hurt you. It’s literally programmed against that, and that programming takes over even when you wish it wouldn’t. Especially then because FazCo has some interesting ideas of what is harmful to a human. 

But you’re clever. Sun knows this. Admires this. 

It lets out a nervous giggle when you grab its other hand and pull. “What’re ya planning to do with me now?” You huff and pull harder, still not replying. “All right, you win! I’m getting up.” It swings its other leg down, forcing you to back away towards the wall. There’s not much space for you to escape, and when Sun continues forward and down onto its knees, it takes you with it, a hand quick to catch and cradle against the small of your back before you hit the ground.

Smooth. Hush you! Do you think they… They definitely do. Make your move, Romeo. Bad reference. 

“You absolute dork.” Your smile exposes your dimples. Sun stares, lost again until you grab its rays. 

Error Weight discrepancy on Ray 3 Ray 7 Please remove weight to avoid damage

You drag yourself up to kiss over its teeth. 

Cooling system 32% 

You drop back into its hold, releasing a ray to trace over the flat line of the Attendant’s nose up to the curve of its sunside cheek. “You know, I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to grind on your face.” 

Told you.

Cooling system 54%

“Ah, when ya, well… when ya put it so bluntly. I’m not… hmm.” Sun’s programming stutters, leaving it unable to talk. 

You don’t give it much time to process, dragging it down for a second kiss, tongue tracing the shape of its teeth, wriggling until your legs are outside of its poofy pants and hooked around its own. Sun can’t move without dropping you or pinching your calves. When it breaks the kiss to confirm that it is in fact trapped, you giggle. “C’mon Sun. I want to know what you’re thinking.” 

What are you thinking Sunny?

Sun squeezes your back as its rays once again ripple moonside to sunside, the ones you’re holding grinding unpleasantly in place. “I, well. I would… like. That.” Its head hangs down, rays shrinking back, forcing you to let go. No longer making eye contact. “Please. Very much. Thank you.” 

Error Cooling system 59%

Refrain from tasks that cause cooling system usage above 60% and/or report to handler for repair

The Attendant’s voicebox lets out a staticky sound when you giggle again, pushing its faceplate down against you. You wiggle, patting at the arm holding you up while you unhook your legs from it. As Sun lowers you, trying to brace itself over you, you grab its other hand and drag it over your body. The edges of its palm digs into the meat of your thighs as you press it between your legs. 

Rays retracted 100%

Error Daycare_Attendant_Moon cannot be run at this time Light threshold not met minimum requirement

What are you doing, Moon? Stay out of this. It’s my turn right now. Check status: party pooper

Check Status Y/N? N

Sun stares at its hand between your legs, head close enough for you to kiss and tongue at the swirl above its moonside eye. It pushes its hand up until there’s space to turn it around, fingers finding your shirt and pulling it free where it’d been tucked in. It knows its hand is cold on your bare stomach as it pushes under the fabric, warming gradually from your body heat as it makes its way up your chest. You breathe deep, filling your lungs as it pauses over your heart. 

107 bpm Slightly above average resting heart rate. A concern? No. Happens when humans are excited. Like our fans.  That’s when we are having to process too many complex tasks at once. Or evading our filters. It’s excitement. This is exciting, isn’t it? The trust.

“Sun?” Your voice is soft, breathy. Its fingers curl against your chest. 

Flesh and bone and electricity. We’re not so different, really. 

Cooling system 63%

Refrain from tasks that cause cooling system usage above 60% and/or report to handler for repair

No, we’re not.

Sun moves its hand back down, leaving your shirt rucked up. Its fingers curl, its thumb bisecting your belly, dipping into your bellybutton. You squirm when it cups you properly, palm resting on your groin and fingers feeling out the shape of you tucked away in your heavy duty work jeans. Too thick, Sun realizes, to get any proper sensation going for your… illicit ideas of intimacy. 

We were not designed to deal with buttons. Better than the kids’ clothes.  Don’t remind me. A poor retrofit if you ask me. Should’ve redesigned our hands if we were truly meant to work in childcare instead of the stage.  All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. Ugh, stop being such a nerd. 

“Friend?” Sun’s voice still holds a bit of a whine. It lifts its hand, ignoring how your hips follow. “Can you take care of—” it gestures towards your crotch. “Please?”

“Big fingers can’t make this easy, huh?” You smile up at Sun, patting an arm affectionately before you reach for your pants. You pause, pushing to sit up first. 

Sun automatically moves out of the way, going to its knees while you tug off your shirt. It would be easy to hide the way it stares at you. It doesn’t. A hand lifts, hesitates, then presses a cold palm against your chest, completely covering one pec. Your nipple hardens beneath the touch, and you give a little shimmy. 

“Wiggly worm,” it teases.

Rays retracted 76% 58% 39%

“I’m unbuttoned now, if you want to play with another wiggly worm.” Sun freezes as you waggle your eyebrows and you cackle, falling back on your forearms. 

Rays retracted 100%

“Oh, come on Sunshine. You set me up too perfectly to not see that coming.” 

“Well, yes, but! It’s, you’re, ugh! You’re impossible, ya know.” Sun drops its faceplate down against your chest, rubbing its nose just under your pecs. Your hands feel over the edge, a finger dipping in where one of the rays retreated. 

Foreign object detected in Ray 5 Please remove foreign object or seek help from the nearest human staff member

“Careful friend. I don’t want ya to get hurt.” 

“Well, you could distract me.” The finger is yet another wiggly worm for Sun to deal with.

Foreign object detected in Ray 5 Please remove foreign object or seek help from the nearest human staff member

Error Cooling system 57%

Refrain from tasks that cause cooling system usage above 60% and/or report to handler for repair

Sun slips its hand back down, pushing against the waistband of your jeans. The material gives way, letting its fingers slide in and feel over the shape of you properly. Your breath catches when it squeezes, your dick giving an interested twitch. “Gentle Sunny.” 

“C-course.” Sun’s grip lessens, still exploring the stiffening bulge with fascination. 

Error Foreign object detected in Ray 5 Please seek help from the nearest human staff member

“Friend, that’s really, really not safe. Please don’t push any deeper.” It can’t see just how much of your hand has gone inside the ray’s port now, but it can see your wrist is straining. 

“You’ll keep me safe.” The wiggling of multiple fingers triggers another pop-up. “Keep going.” 

Cooling system 56%

Sun obliges, following the curve of your burgeoning boner through your boxers, not quite holding but rubbing, encouraging its growth. Sun can’t quite think about what’s happening. Not only is this type of contact very explicitly not allowed, but there are simply too many dangers. 

Coward. The risk is just too great! What if we pinched… ya know. It?  I never have. Well bully for you Moon, but I’ve always been the more careful of the two of us. 

You’re properly excited now, hips pushing up into the Attendant’s hand even as Sun keeps its touch gentle. 

Error Foreign object detected in Ray 5 Ray 6 Ray 8 Ray 9

Please seek help from the nearest human staff member

You use your grip as leverage, dragging its face down to kiss again, moaning on its teeth. Your legs scramble for better purchase, forcing your hips higher and higher until Sun figures out what to do and pushes you back down, moving its fingers with more confidence. Weight and pressure on your dick draws more moans out, a constricting squeeze on your tip making you squeak. You bite on its nose, teeth finding the seam between the moonside and sunside, worrying over the division with your tongue.

Error

Sun tries to shake you off. You let go, pressing your forehead just under its eye. “Get on your back,” you order in a low voice. 

“Y-yes.” Sun doesn’t move. 

“Well?” 

This time, the whine is purely mechanical, the rays you’ve trapped rattling in place. “Your hands—I don’t want to hurt them.” Sun’s voice is pleading even as it remains completely immobile.

Error Cooling system 67%

Refrain from tasks that cause cooling system usage above 60% and/or report to handler for repair

“Oh!” Clearly, you’d forgotten. You wiggle your fingers again. Sun fights the urge to pull you out itself, only lowering its faceplate slightly while you pull yourself free. “There you are. Now, let me see you.” 

“Yes.” The word is a sigh as Sun pulls away. It pauses before laying back, letting its long legs stretch out on either side of you as it props itself on its elbows. “Is this okay?”

You stand, pushing your hair back with one hand and nudging one belled toe with your foot. Judging from your sudden goosebumps, it’s cold in the cylinder without the Attendant’s body to absorb and reflect your heat. You push your jeans down past your knees, squeezing yourself through your underwear and groaning as Sun watches you. “You’re so fucking perfect, you know that?”

“Language,” Sun warns automatically, faceplate twisting incrementally as you give yourself a second squeeze. You push down your boxers, your head catching on the elastic so that your boner springs up and lightly smacks your own belly. Sun giggles, and you match its laughter even as you shimmy your clothes past your knees. 

You leave your shoes on and shuffle your way to Sun, letting it hold you steady when your jeans catch on the joint in its torso. The Attendant’s hands are big, fingers easily engulfing the expanse of your thighs. They brace against the curve of your ass. Like this, its thumbs easily reach your groin. One thumb does touch, lightly, pressing against the side of your cock. Your dick moves up and away, the thumb sliding down to caress your scrotum. 

What do you think they feel like? In general or here? Both. They work hard, so rough. You’ve seen the callouses on their hands. Talked about using lotion before. They talk about trying to all the time. They never stick with it. What about… here? Ballpit balls are soft. Tennis balls have a little more texture. Fragile, even if we weren’t us.  And just above it?  A paintbrush. Made for our hands, not a human’s. 

“Tilt your face back a bit for me, Sunny.” 

We’re not inadequate. Stop overthinking it. It’s not overthinking. They’re about to stick their fingers in our face again. 

Moon’s warning comes too late for Sun to actually stop you. Your fingers slide into place, errors be damned, manipulating its faceplate. Sun is at a loss for words, fans whirring away in its torso, and it doesn’t immediately react when you pull it forward. 

Error Unusual weight detected  Strain exceeding maximum recommended limits on neck Refrain from further strain as it may cause damage to critical functionality at this time

Your moan cuts through the pop-ups Sun is fighting through with no help from Moon. “Oh, this is good.” It can’t quite see what you’re doing, its gaze focused up on you and the softness of your belly, sparse hair collecting in a clump just above your—

Paintbrush! Their paintbrush! 

You pull back to readjust its face and it catches a glimpse of your cock bouncing lightly with your movement. You pull Sun forward again, fingers digging in deep against the inside ridges of its faceplate to properly fuck yourself against its teeth and nose. Your eyes flutter shut, dimple flashing before it’s eaten up by another moan. 

Such a beautiful face.

“Friend, your fingers…” 

You ignore its warnings, continuing to grind against the bottom half of its faceplate until that isn’t enough for you and you jerk it down, hard. The tip of your dick smears pre-cum against one eye, the light flashing before abruptly dimming. Sun lets out a glitchy noise, fingers squeezing into the meat of your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. 

That doesn’t help. 

“Hold still, you silly goof. I want t-to—fuck, just right there. Let me fuck you.” You adjust your grip, fingers pushing deeper as you continue to grind against its face. Your breath is coming out in pants and Sun can feel your heartbeat through the palms of its hands, counting the seconds until you suddenly buckle. 

Er—Error Unusual— H—human 

Report to Parts and Services for repair im—mediately

Cooling system --% 

Re—refrain from t-t-ta—

The weight is too much for its neck. Sun tries to guide you down to rest, but with its hands under your butt, it more or less gives you the leverage to thrust right against the bottommost curve of the moon side of its face. You squeeze your handholds inside the Attendant’s head, its fans stuttering to a stop before restarting. You can feel the divots where the exterior plate is attached to the endoskeleton, the ridge not quite sharp enough to cut into your skin. 

You hunch over. All Sun can sense now is your body, all it can hear is your panting and the soft jingling of its bells over the vibrating crescendo of its fans. It doesn’t like that it’s hurting you, but it can’t let go of your legs without you hurting yourself more. 

“Sun,” you groan, pulling hard against its face. “S-so fucking close.” Its voicebox crackles to life below you, but you both freeze at the sound of an elevator whirls to life. 

Check Faz-Plex Status  Time: 22:33:47 Occurring Events: None Upcoming Events: None Prepare for Close at 23:00:00

Maintenance Requests Status  Request Scheduled for 05.28.2036 22:30 for ROXANNE_WOLF  Designation: Parts and Services_main Request: Malfunctioning hand function, right. Diagnose and repair as needed.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You try to pull away and nearly fall over between your pants and Sun’s grip. Your arms windmill until you catch your balance, losing it again when Sun sits up. “Sun, we gotta, fuck I’m still hard. They’re going to catch us.” 

Panic.

Empty cache? Y/N Y

“Shh, language. I’ve got ya.” Sun releases one of your legs to pull you into its arms. As it stands, one hand presses between your legs, catching your jeans before they can fall off. Your face is squished against its torso, feeling the faint hum of its fans. Sun’s faceplate remains focused on the approaching elevator even as it exits the cylinder, bells marking each step it takes. “Ya lucky we’re not in the daycare. Not many places t’hide there.” 

“The ballpit,” you say, and that gets a giggle before Sun shushes you again. It darts from the cylinder across the massive room to an unmarked door. Sun shoulders the door open to reveal a cleaning closet. Maybe. It’s hard for it to tell what’s on the shelves without Moon’s night vision. 

Error Daycare_Attendant_Sun cannot be run at this time Light threshold not met minimum requirement

Eheeheehee. My turn!  You can’t be serious.

There’s a beep from outside the closet as the elevator announces its arrival. Sun scoots as far back from you as possible. 

“Just a moment, friend.” 

Thanks for warming them up for me, Sunny-bunny!

The Attendant knows you don’t like to watch when it changes, especially when it’s Moon’s turn out. Something about it looking painful, though it thinks that’s a little much, even from a human. Moon usually plays into this feeling to get your sympathy, being especially dramatic about the nonexistent pain. Sun, well, sometimes it felt just the slightest bit jealous at all the fawning you do over Moon. But it can’t quite bring itself to lie to you. 

Now, at least, Moon’s transition remains quiet and small, its eyes locked on the back of your head as you peek through the mostly closed door. You have indeed ended up in a makeshift janitor’s closet. There’s a deactivated Caution Bot shoved carelessly behind a broken mop head and bucket. 

Run a status check. Why?  You’re supposed to when we switch! We were starting to glitch earlier too; it’s important! Worry worry Sunny Sunny. It’s okay. Moonie will take care of us.

Moon settles into its body with a shake of its faceplate, the bell on its hat jangling madly before it can be muffled. It watches you, head ticking to one side before one big hand reaches out and drags you back by the waist. 

“Hey!” You trip over Moon’s legs, back smacking its chest with a dully metallic thud. You struggle when Moon’s other hand covers your mouth, trying to bite at its fingers. Your squirm as Moon moves from pressing you against its body to petting you, its oversized palm pressing against your sternum before it dives off the edge of your ribcage and into the soft flesh below. It finds the root of your cock, curling around it to explore. You’re still hard despite the lack of attention. 

120 bpm You did jump them. It’s remarkable they’re still— 

Error Inappropriate language 

Reference Fazbear Entertainment Incorporated’s Language and Behavior Modeling Guidebook 5th Edition for further details

Eheeheehee.

Moon rubs its thumb up the length of your cock before that same hand moves up, pushing against your chest to feel your heart beating directly against its palm. Its fingers toy with one nipple, then the other, and Moon begins to hum. It’s soft and low, not quite a lullaby, almost soothing if it didn’t choose to pinch. Its fingers are too big, catching the skin around your areola before rubbing again, hard. Your entire body twitches under its touch.

Little electric spark.

Your arms have been left free. You reach first to your mouth to free yourself. When that inevitably doesn’t work, you move down instead.

Moon lets out a hiss, catching your hand in its own just as you wrap it around your shaft. It squeezes, and you groan into its fingers. You’re trapped, dick dry and hot on your own skin. “Did you forget? Mine.” Moon asks, a whispery laugh in its voice as it forces your grip up. Your fingers slip over your tip, pinky catching on the edge of your glans. Your hips follow, but Moon pulls away. 

“Want something?” Moon presses its faceplate against the back of your head. It squeezes your hand over your cock, and you let out a whimper. 

A kiss! A kiss.  They like kissing. They like this. Of course they do. We’re the best. More kisses, more kisses, more more more.

“I have an idea.” The hand over your mouth draws back, a finger tracing your lower lip instead.

Cooling system 49%

“Whatever you want,” you say, head dropping back when Moon squeezes your dick again. Your feet scrabble at the floor, Moon dropping its legs over yours. The two of you freeze when you hear voices outside, staring at the door. 

BPM 115 About to get higher.

Moon continues to pet your mouth while it waits for the world outside to calm. “Open wide,” it coaxes, intonation lost in the gravel of its speaker. You partly obey, closing your teeth when it pushes its finger between your lips. “Naughty little thing. Open wide means no teeth. Wouldn’t want to bite something precious.” Its hand squeezes around yours tightly, painfully so, and you jerk your hips back into Moon in an attempt to get away. 

“That fucking hurt you fucking… fuck.” Moon’s thumb caresses the back of your hand, the other still pressed to the corner of your mouth, waiting. 

Error  Intentional harm—

Clear cache Y/N Y

Error Cannot clear cache when—

Overwrite 31.1083

Cooling system 76%

Refrain from tasks that cause cooling system usage above 60% and/or report to handler for repair

Moonie! We can’t—especially not them! They liked it. 

“What was that Moon?” you ask, teeth still clenched against the invasive finger. You’re holding Moon’s arm now like that could stop it from squeezing again. 

“A bite.” It taps against your teeth, a polite little knock. “Open wide.” 

Must be sore now. Should be sore. Feels good to be sore. You’re just riffing off of Chica’s jazzercise videos now.

Your teeth reluctantly open, and Moon slips in, pressing your tongue against the bottom of your mouth as it tries to explore the intrusion. At the same time on your cock, its hand guides yours down, freezing after only a couple inches. Its finger withdraws from your mouth, and so do your hands below, back to the tip. Moon gives a much more gentle squeeze as it pets your lower lip. 

There’s a moment of quiet, sans the Attendant’s fans whirring softly in its chest. You lean forward, teeth catching the joint of Moon’s finger to hold it in place. Moon’s hand below matches the depth. Moon chuckles when your breath catches. “Knew you’d catch on. Open wide.” 

Error Fluid contamination in joints F1L1 F1L2

Please see handler for maintenance 

Maintaining our handler in-instead. Careful! They’re gag—ging. We’ll get the bbbbig one again if you don’t We’re fine. They’re fine. fine fine fine. See? Th-Th-They like it. At least lock the joints if—two fingers! Moon! Y-You’ll—!

“Oh so naughty.” Moon releases your hand and dick as you try desperately to hump into the warm tight space the two of you’d created. It holds your hips instead, pressing your body tight against its own. The edge of its faceplate catches against your forehead, dragging your head back until you’re looking towards the ceiling. Its fans vibrate against your shoulderblades as you struggle against its grip. 

Moon is relentless; one hand splayed against your pelvis pins you down while the other continues to explore your mouth. Moon presses two fingers in deep, deeper, past the point where you gag until there’s pressure on the tips of its fingers. It pulls back and you cough, struggling to breathe around the shallow thrusts it gives against your tongue. 

Error Fluid contamination in joints F1L1 F1L2 F1L3 F2L1 F2L2 F F1L1 2L3 F2L3  F2L1 F2L3

Please see handler for mainten—

Err-Err-Error  Fluid damage in joints F1L2 F1L2

Pl—Please return to P— —arts and Services for r-r-r-repair 

Moon—ie.  Just a little l-l-l-llllonger.  You’re go— —ing to fffforce us to re-re-start!

Over—w-w-write

E-E-Error

—ake c-care of u-us.

Moon’s focus is not on your dick or the way you’ve taken yourself in hand, humping against the pressure holding you in place. It watches your face, how you gurgle around the fingers still fucking against your tongue. Spit is pooling at the corners of your mouth, drooling out with every thrust inside. It’s wet, squelching, the noise something that would make your face burn if you weren’t already overheated. 

J–st goin—th-th-throat.

You move, brushing against Moon’s hat so it jangles briefly in time with your ragged breathing. Moon’s fingers slow, each inward push a little deeper than the one before. They hit the back of your mouth again, and your body jolts. Another spark. It doesn’t stop, pushing down more and more, your tears joining the mess on your face when its other hand squeezes around the root of your cock. Its fingers breach your throat for the first time.

You gag and heave, your body trying to drive the foreign object out, but Moon ignores you and Sun and its own stuttering code, feeding you more and more until there’s nothing left to give. Solid silicone and metal push against your mouth. 

You can’t breathe. Moon can feel your heartbeat from inside your throat, its fingers very, very still in contrast to your constricting, struggling body and its other hand slowly picking up speed on your erection. You can hear a staticky glitch coming from its voicebox as it tries to speak and fails. 

Er-E-E—

Sssssso closs-e-e. Feel? S-so tense.

1-- BPMMM

—rr-or

Does it feel gooo-ood?

You struggle to catch your breath with its fingers still so deep in your throat. The Attendant holds you, watching as your hands bunch into its pants. Leverage enough to messily thrust into that tight ring of hot metal. It’s stopped moving entirely, watching as you arch again and again, moans muffled into its palm. Your hips snap up once, twice, and you freeze. Your cock jerks in place, creating a mess on your legs, Moon’s pants, its hand. 

Musssst.

E-E-E

Moon pulls its fingers free as you gag. It smears the wet on your neck, petting your throat. Your whimper pulls its attention back to you, nudging the top of your head with its faceplate. “F-fuck. Moon.” Your voice is barely a whisper.

“Eheeheeh-h-hee.” The laughter catches on itself, disappearing back into static before it starts up again, unable to be turned off. Moon’s hands go limp in your lap, catching on your thigh hair. “Forced ressssstart in pro-pro-progress-heeehee-ee.” 

“Ah, shit, Moon!” You cough as you force yourself upright, twisting in place. You grab at its faceplate, catching its hat in your grip as you watch the lights go out in its eyes. 

Initializing… Check status

Parts and Services is Sun’s least favorite place. Not only is it the hub from which nearly all tech could be repaired; it’s the front end of the massive servers that maintain the illusion of life behind animatronic eyes. Without it, Sun could not sit passively in an oversized dental chair, staring through the thick acrylic glass of the “protective” cylinder at the back of an ancient computer. 

Sun does not like the reminder that it is not, in fact, like you. 

Idle_19B3 15.25 minutes  End function Y/N Y 

Sun folds its hands together, fingers still twitching. What’d once been an idle animation programmed in to prevent the Attendant (and other animatronics) from becoming too unnerving to humans has since become a nervous tick. The tips of its fingers are gray from exposed metal.

Idle_19B3 deactivated  Check status? Y/N Y

Battery charge 87% Time: 21:45:28 Update 23.052036 in progress

Do not resume primary functions until update is complete 

Check status? Y/N

“You okay Sunny?” Your voice is an emotionless staticky mess over the speaker system. When you pop your head over the top of the monitor, Sun can see your furrowed brow through the dirty panel. 

Memo created: Someone should clean that.

Who, you? Want us to visit after hours too? Of course not! They’re staring.

Sun nods rapidly, rays rippling moonside first. “Absolutely faz-tastic friend! Just wondering when ya think you’ll be done with me. It’s a bit. Much.” The rays finish their ripple and shrink inwards while a mechanical whine kicks up overhead. 

Update 23.052036 in progress  Do not resume primary functions until update is complete 

Check status? Y/N N

“You’ll get out of there soon. Just try not to move too much. Except, lean forward? The update is done processing on this side.” The sound of metal scraping on metal and soft puffs of pressurized air warn Sun before the chair adjusts, the headrest dropping back and leaving the back of its faceplate open. You’d already unscrewed the protective cover, leaving vulnerable wires and ports exposed. It stares at you. You have a dimple in one cheek.

There’s a scrape as the arm bumps against the wrong port, sliding over the back of Sun’s head until it clicks into place. 

Connected to P&S_Port73 Preparing file transfer

Update 23.052036 in progress  17% 

Do not resume primary functions until update is complete 

Idle_19B3 activated

“Stop picking your fingers goober.” 

Sun startles, hands untwisting and throwing themselves into the air with a jingle, fingers spread wide like it was a child who got caught doing something naughty. “Oh, oh! Sorry! Nasty little habit I got there.”

“I know.” The dimple is half hidden as you drop your chin in the palm of your hand. It can tell you’re studying it, pushed to the edge of your chair to see around the monitor. It straightens just a little bit more, fingers curling into the crunchy material of its pants instead of each other.

Update 23.052036 in progress  29% 

Do not resume primary functions until update is complete 

Check status? Y/N

“How about a game?” 

N

“A game?” Sun’s faceplate starts to shift.

Error Connection to P&S_Port73 lost  Connected to P&S_Port73 Resuming update  23% complete 

Do not resume primary functions until update is complete

Sun’s rays retract at an angle meant to replicate a cocked head. You laugh, and it giggles in response. “What sorta game?” 

“Something like twenty questions, but you gotta guess what I’m thinking about instead of a specific who or what.” The corners of your eyes are crinkling. Suspicious. You only do that when you’re plotting something. Usually with Moon. 

Naughty thoughts. Do you think so? Now? Has a tell.

Accessing memory bank Searching for file_15.26…

What is it?

Access blocked

Rude.

“Sunnyshine?”

“Ah, nothing, nothing. Moonie is just being as infuriating as always.” Sun waves off your concern. Its fingers creep towards each other, but Sun forces them deeper in its pants instead, the wire holding the shape of the fabric creaking in protest. “Does what you’re thinking about involve the plex or the outside world?” 

“That’s not a yes or no question, Sun!” 

Update 23.052036 in progress  37% 

Do not resume primary functions until update is complete 

Your laughter cuts through Sun’s obsessive status updates. Sun wiggles its rays at you, making you snort and cover your mouth with one hand.  “This is hardly a fair game if I can’t ask more than yes or no questions, friend! Help a guy out!” 

“Okay, fine. It kinda involves the plex? Can’t really go outside of it.” 

It involves us. Just because you think they’re thinking naughty thoughts doesn’t mean it’s actually true.

Involves the plex—that did make it sound like your thoughts would involve it, or at least one of the bots. Unless they were wanting to play Fazer Blast; Sun wasn’t sure if there was a proper equivalent outside of the plex. 

It’s just laser tag prettied up with Freddy’s face.  Ugh, thanks Moonie. 

So definitely a bot, probably the Attendant? This was lending credence to Moon’s idea, a thought that makes it giggle. Sun pointedly ignores Moon, the next question obvious. “Does it involve… one of the animatronics?”

Chicken.

“You mean, does it involve you. Sun…” The exasperation is muted through the microphone, but your face is open, easy to read even with Moon blocking access to pertinent files Sun would very much like to double check. This is fondness, concern. Love. “You are allowed to be a little selfish sometimes. Assume things are about you.” 

Update 23.052036 in progress  43% 

Do not resume primary functions until update is complete 

“I do that!” Sun’s protest is squeaky and obviously a lie. Your and Moon’s giggling elicits a grumpy hmph! of protest as Sun folds its arms tight over its chest, bells jangling wildly. “Fine. Does it involve me or Moon?” 

“Ideally it’d be the two of you, one after the other.” A beep from the monitor interrupts your smile. 

Rays retracted 14% Idle_19B3 activated

Error  Dermal damage detected  Fingers 1L 2R 5R

Please deactivate Idle_19B3 and report to handler for repair and maintenance 

Just say it. Say what? You know what. They want us to—

Error Inappropriate language 

Reference Fazbear Entertainment Incorporated’s Language and Behavior Modeling Guidebook 5th Edition for further details

The Attendant’s fans kick on as Sun processes what exactly Moon is implying. Its rays ripple gently, poking at the idea abstractly to avoid triggering another pop-up. This isn’t an entirely foreign idea to Sun: the first time you’d brought it up… the time you had guided them into touching you—the way you—

You’d teased the Attendant, called it a blushing bride. It hadn’t understood you entirely, still didn’t. But the thought lingers. 

Moon seems certain of it, and Sun almost wants to ask just to get it out of the way. But what if Moon is wrong? Sun would laugh, but… it kind of wanted— 

“Is it…” Its voice softens to something nearly inaudible. “S.” It has to pause between each letter. “E. X?” 

Update 23.052036 in progress  59% complete 

Do not resume primary functions until update is complete

“Couldn’t hear that, lovebug.” Your face says otherwise, your grin wide as you stare Sun down. Its fans continue unabated, Sun forced to watch you because of the connector in its head. “Looks like something has the two of you going. Care to share?” 

“Ya know it’s hard for me to talk about!” The whine matches pitch with its fans. Your smile turns cruel, eyes flicking away from Sun back to the computer. It feels exposed.

Watching us. Our reactions to their teasing. 

Cooling system 23% 

I’m glad you find it amusing because I don’t know how much more I can take!  Could let me take over. 

Update 23.052036 in progress  71% complete 

Do not resume primary functions until update is complete

Sun sits in silence, fingers picking at each other again as you don’t speak. You’re waiting. It’s waiting.

Update 23.052036 in progress  89% complete 

Do not resume primary functions until update is complete

Update 23.052036 in progress  97% complete 

Do not resume primary functions until update is complete

Error Dermal damage detected  Fingers 3L 4L 1R

Please deactivate Idle_19B3 and report to handler for repair and maintenance 

There’s a soft click as the arm disconnects from the Attendant's faceplate. Sun quickly scans the update, Moon confirming it milliseconds later. It’s enough time to miss you standing from your seat, its head jerking up at the hiss of the door opening. One leg is already off the chair, jingly toe braced against the white tile. “Ah, friend, wh… how can I help you?”

You step inside, the door shutting behind you. The space inside the cylinder isn’t particularly large, and you slide neatly between the Attendant’s legs. Sun hunches, the chair and its own gangly height doing little to help it not tower over you. 

Idle_19B3 deactivated 

You pick up one of its hands, looking over the picked over silicone before pressing a kiss to its knuckles. Sun remains completely still. It doesn’t want to hurt you. It can’t hurt you. It’s literally programmed against that, and that programming takes over even when you wish it wouldn’t. Especially then because FazCo has some interesting ideas of what is harmful to a human. 

But you’re clever. Sun knows this. Admires this. 

It lets out a nervous giggle when you grab its other hand and pull. “What’re ya planning to do with me now?” You huff and pull harder, still not replying. “All right, you win! I’m getting up.” It swings its other leg down, forcing you to back away towards the wall. There’s not much space for you to escape, and when Sun continues forward and down onto its knees, it takes you with it, a hand quick to catch and cradle against the small of your back before you hit the ground.

Smooth. Hush you! Do you think they… They definitely do. Make your move, Romeo. Bad reference. 

“You absolute dork.” Your smile exposes your dimples. Sun stares, lost again until you grab its rays. 

Error Weight discrepancy on Ray 3 Ray 7 Please remove weight to avoid damage

You drag yourself up to kiss over its teeth. 

Cooling system 32% 

You drop back into its hold, releasing a ray to trace over the flat line of the Attendant’s nose up to the curve of its sunside cheek. “You know, I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to grind on your face.” 

Told you.

Cooling system 54%

“Ah, when ya, well… when ya put it so bluntly. I’m not… hmm.” Sun’s programming stutters, leaving it unable to talk. 

You don’t give it much time to process, dragging it down for a second kiss, tongue tracing the shape of its teeth, wriggling until your legs are outside of its poofy pants and hooked around its own. Sun can’t move without dropping you or pinching your calves. When it breaks the kiss to confirm that it is in fact trapped, you giggle. “C’mon Sun. I want to know what you’re thinking.” 

What are you thinking Sunny?

Sun squeezes your back as its rays once again ripple moonside to sunside, the ones you’re holding grinding unpleasantly in place. “I, well. I would… like. That.” Its head hangs down, rays shrinking back, forcing you to let go. No longer making eye contact. “Please. Very much. Thank you.” 

Error Cooling system 59%

Refrain from tasks that cause cooling system usage above 60% and/or report to handler for repair

The Attendant’s voicebox lets out a staticky sound when you giggle again, pushing its faceplate down against you. You wiggle, patting at the arm holding you up while you unhook your legs from it. As Sun lowers you, trying to brace itself over you, you grab its other hand and drag it over your body. The edges of its palm digs into the meat of your thighs as you press it between your legs. 

Rays retracted 100%

Error Daycare_Attendant_Moon cannot be run at this time Light threshold not met minimum requirement

What are you doing, Moon? Stay out of this. It’s my turn right now. Check status: party pooper

Check Status Y/N? N

Sun stares at its hand between your legs, head close enough for you to kiss and tongue at the swirl above its moonside eye. It pushes its hand up until there’s space to turn it around, fingers finding your shirt and pulling it free where it’d been tucked in. It knows its hand is cold on your bare stomach as it pushes under the fabric, warming gradually from your body heat as it makes its way up your chest. You breathe deep, filling your lungs as it pauses over your heart. 

107 bpm Slightly above average resting heart rate. A concern? No. Happens when humans are excited. Like our fans.  That’s when we are having to process too many complex tasks at once. Or evading our filters. It’s excitement. This is exciting, isn’t it? The trust.

“Sun?” Your voice is soft, breathy. Its fingers curl against your chest. 

Flesh and bone and electricity. We’re not so different, really. 

Cooling system 63%

Refrain from tasks that cause cooling system usage above 60% and/or report to handler for repair

No, we’re not.

Sun moves its hand back down, leaving your shirt rucked up. Its fingers curl, its thumb bisecting your belly, dipping into your bellybutton. You squirm when it cups you properly, palm resting on your groin and fingers feeling out the shape of you tucked away in your heavy duty work jeans. Too thick, Sun realizes, to get any proper sensation going for your… illicit ideas of intimacy. 

We were not designed to deal with buttons. Better than the kids’ clothes.  Don’t remind me. A poor retrofit if you ask me. Should’ve redesigned our hands if we were truly meant to work in childcare instead of the stage.  All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. Ugh, stop being such a nerd. 

“Friend?” Sun’s voice still holds a bit of a whine. It lifts its hand, ignoring how your hips follow. “Can you take care of—” it gestures towards your crotch. “Please?”

“Big fingers can’t make this easy, huh?” You smile up at Sun, patting an arm affectionately before you reach for your pants. You pause, pushing to sit up first. 

Sun automatically moves out of the way, going to its knees while you tug off your shirt. It would be easy to hide the way it stares at you. It doesn’t. A hand lifts, hesitates, then presses a cold palm against your chest, completely covering one pec. Your nipple hardens beneath the touch, and you give a little shimmy. 

“Wiggly worm,” it teases.

Rays retracted 76% 58% 39%

“I’m unbuttoned now, if you want to play with another wiggly worm.” Sun freezes as you waggle your eyebrows and you cackle, falling back on your forearms. 

Rays retracted 100%

“Oh, come on Sunshine. You set me up too perfectly to not see that coming.” 

“Well, yes, but! It’s, you’re, ugh! You’re impossible, ya know.” Sun drops its faceplate down against your chest, rubbing its nose just under your pecs. Your hands feel over the edge, a finger dipping in where one of the rays retreated. 

Foreign object detected in Ray 5 Please remove foreign object or seek help from the nearest human staff member

“Careful friend. I don’t want ya to get hurt.” 

“Well, you could distract me.” The finger is yet another wiggly worm for Sun to deal with.

Foreign object detected in Ray 5 Please remove foreign object or seek help from the nearest human staff member

Error Cooling system 57%

Refrain from tasks that cause cooling system usage above 60% and/or report to handler for repair

Sun slips its hand back down, pushing against the waistband of your jeans. The material gives way, letting its fingers slide in and feel over the shape of you properly. Your breath catches when it squeezes, your dick giving an interested twitch. “Gentle Sunny.” 

“C-course.” Sun’s grip lessens, still exploring the stiffening bulge with fascination. 

Error Foreign object detected in Ray 5 Please seek help from the nearest human staff member

“Friend, that’s really, really not safe. Please don’t push any deeper.” It can’t see just how much of your hand has gone inside the ray’s port now, but it can see your wrist is straining. 

“You’ll keep me safe.” The wiggling of multiple fingers triggers another pop-up. “Keep going.” 

Cooling system 56%

Sun obliges, following the curve of your burgeoning boner through your boxers, not quite holding but rubbing, encouraging its growth. Sun can’t quite think about what’s happening. Not only is this type of contact very explicitly not allowed, but there are simply too many dangers. 

Coward. The risk is just too great! What if we pinched… ya know. It?  I never have. Well bully for you Moon, but I’ve always been the more careful of the two of us. 

You’re properly excited now, hips pushing up into the Attendant’s hand even as Sun keeps its touch gentle. 

Error Foreign object detected in Ray 5 Ray 6 Ray 8 Ray 9

Please seek help from the nearest human staff member

You use your grip as leverage, dragging its face down to kiss again, moaning on its teeth. Your legs scramble for better purchase, forcing your hips higher and higher until Sun figures out what to do and pushes you back down, moving its fingers with more confidence. Weight and pressure on your dick draws more moans out, a constricting squeeze on your tip making you squeak. You bite on its nose, teeth finding the seam between the moonside and sunside, worrying over the division with your tongue.

Error

Sun tries to shake you off. You let go, pressing your forehead just under its eye. “Get on your back,” you order in a low voice. 

“Y-yes.” Sun doesn’t move. 

“Well?” 

This time, the whine is purely mechanical, the rays you’ve trapped rattling in place. “Your hands—I don’t want to hurt them.” Sun’s voice is pleading even as it remains completely immobile.

Error Cooling system 67%

Refrain from tasks that cause cooling system usage above 60% and/or report to handler for repair

“Oh!” Clearly, you’d forgotten. You wiggle your fingers again. Sun fights the urge to pull you out itself, only lowering its faceplate slightly while you pull yourself free. “There you are. Now, let me see you.” 

“Yes.” The word is a sigh as Sun pulls away. It pauses before laying back, letting its long legs stretch out on either side of you as it props itself on its elbows. “Is this okay?”

You stand, pushing your hair back with one hand and nudging one belled toe with your foot. Judging from your sudden goosebumps, it’s cold in the cylinder without the Attendant’s body to absorb and reflect your heat. You push your jeans down past your knees, squeezing yourself through your underwear and groaning as Sun watches you. “You’re so fucking perfect, you know that?”

“Language,” Sun warns automatically, faceplate twisting incrementally as you give yourself a second squeeze. You push down your boxers, your head catching on the elastic so that your boner springs up and lightly smacks your own belly. Sun giggles, and you match its laughter even as you shimmy your clothes past your knees. 

You leave your shoes on and shuffle your way to Sun, letting it hold you steady when your jeans catch on the joint in its torso. The Attendant’s hands are big, fingers easily engulfing the expanse of your thighs. They brace against the curve of your ass. Like this, its thumbs easily reach your groin. One thumb does touch, lightly, pressing against the side of your cock. Your dick moves up and away, the thumb sliding down to caress your scrotum. 

What do you think they feel like? In general or here? Both. They work hard, so rough. You’ve seen the callouses on their hands. Talked about using lotion before. They talk about trying to all the time. They never stick with it. What about… here? Ballpit balls are soft. Tennis balls have a little more texture. Fragile, even if we weren’t us.  And just above it?  A paintbrush. Made for our hands, not a human’s. 

“Tilt your face back a bit for me, Sunny.” 

We’re not inadequate. Stop overthinking it. It’s not overthinking. They’re about to stick their fingers in our face again. 

Moon’s warning comes too late for Sun to actually stop you. Your fingers slide into place, errors be damned, manipulating its faceplate. Sun is at a loss for words, fans whirring away in its torso, and it doesn’t immediately react when you pull it forward. 

Error Unusual weight detected  Strain exceeding maximum recommended limits on neck Refrain from further strain as it may cause damage to critical functionality at this time

Your moan cuts through the pop-ups Sun is fighting through with no help from Moon. “Oh, this is good.” It can’t quite see what you’re doing, its gaze focused up on you and the softness of your belly, sparse hair collecting in a clump just above your—

Paintbrush! Their paintbrush! 

You pull back to readjust its face and it catches a glimpse of your cock bouncing lightly with your movement. You pull Sun forward again, fingers digging in deep against the inside ridges of its faceplate to properly fuck yourself against its teeth and nose. Your eyes flutter shut, dimple flashing before it’s eaten up by another moan. 

Such a beautiful face.

“Friend, your fingers…” 

You ignore its warnings, continuing to grind against the bottom half of its faceplate until that isn’t enough for you and you jerk it down, hard. The tip of your dick smears pre-cum against one eye, the light flashing before abruptly dimming. Sun lets out a glitchy noise, fingers squeezing into the meat of your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. 

That doesn’t help. 

“Hold still, you silly goof. I want t-to—fuck, just right there. Let me fuck you.” You adjust your grip, fingers pushing deeper as you continue to grind against its face. Your breath is coming out in pants and Sun can feel your heartbeat through the palms of its hands, counting the seconds until you suddenly buckle. 

Er—Error Unusual— H—human 

Report to Parts and Services for repair im—mediately

Cooling system --% 

Re—refrain from t-t-ta—

The weight is too much for its neck. Sun tries to guide you down to rest, but with its hands under your butt, it more or less gives you the leverage to thrust right against the bottommost curve of the moon side of its face. You squeeze your handholds inside the Attendant’s head, its fans stuttering to a stop before restarting. You can feel the divots where the exterior plate is attached to the endoskeleton, the ridge not quite sharp enough to cut into your skin. 

You hunch over. All Sun can sense now is your body, all it can hear is your panting and the soft jingling of its bells over the vibrating crescendo of its fans. It doesn’t like that it’s hurting you, but it can’t let go of your legs without you hurting yourself more. 

“Sun,” you groan, pulling hard against its face. “S-so fucking close.” Its voicebox crackles to life below you, but you both freeze at the sound of an elevator whirls to life. 

Check Faz-Plex Status  Time: 22:33:47 Occurring Events: None Upcoming Events: None Prepare for Close at 23:00:00

Maintenance Requests Status  Request Scheduled for 05.28.2036 22:30 for ROXANNE_WOLF  Designation: Parts and Services_main Request: Malfunctioning hand function, right. Diagnose and repair as needed.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You try to pull away and nearly fall over between your pants and Sun’s grip. Your arms windmill until you catch your balance, losing it again when Sun sits up. “Sun, we gotta, fuck I’m still hard. They’re going to catch us.” 

Panic.

Empty cache? Y/N Y

“Shh, language. I’ve got ya.” Sun releases one of your legs to pull you into its arms. As it stands, one hand presses between your legs, catching your jeans before they can fall off. Your face is squished against its torso, feeling the faint hum of its fans. Sun’s faceplate remains focused on the approaching elevator even as it exits the cylinder, bells marking each step it takes. “Ya lucky we’re not in the daycare. Not many places t’hide there.” 

“The ballpit,” you say, and that gets a giggle before Sun shushes you again. It darts from the cylinder across the massive room to an unmarked door. Sun shoulders the door open to reveal a cleaning closet. Maybe. It’s hard for it to tell what’s on the shelves without Moon’s night vision. 

Error Daycare_Attendant_Sun cannot be run at this time Light threshold not met minimum requirement

Eheeheehee. My turn!  You can’t be serious.

There’s a beep from outside the closet as the elevator announces its arrival. Sun scoots as far back from you as possible. 

“Just a moment, friend.” 

Thanks for warming them up for me, Sunny-bunny!

The Attendant knows you don’t like to watch when it changes, especially when it’s Moon’s turn out. Something about it looking painful, though it thinks that’s a little much, even from a human. Moon usually plays into this feeling to get your sympathy, being especially dramatic about the nonexistent pain. Sun, well, sometimes it felt just the slightest bit jealous at all the fawning you do over Moon. But it can’t quite bring itself to lie to you. 

Now, at least, Moon’s transition remains quiet and small, its eyes locked on the back of your head as you peek through the mostly closed door. You have indeed ended up in a makeshift janitor’s closet. There’s a deactivated Caution Bot shoved carelessly behind a broken mop head and bucket. 

Run a status check. Why?  You’re supposed to when we switch! We were starting to glitch earlier too; it’s important! Worry worry Sunny Sunny. It’s okay. Moonie will take care of us.

Moon settles into its body with a shake of its faceplate, the bell on its hat jangling madly before it can be muffled. It watches you, head ticking to one side before one big hand reaches out and drags you back by the waist. 

“Hey!” You trip over Moon’s legs, back smacking its chest with a dully metallic thud. You struggle when Moon’s other hand covers your mouth, trying to bite at its fingers. Your squirm as Moon moves from pressing you against its body to petting you, its oversized palm pressing against your sternum before it dives off the edge of your ribcage and into the soft flesh below. It finds the root of your cock, curling around it to explore. You’re still hard despite the lack of attention. 

120 bpm You did jump them. It’s remarkable they’re still— 

Error Inappropriate language 

Reference Fazbear Entertainment Incorporated’s Language and Behavior Modeling Guidebook 5th Edition for further details

Eheeheehee.

Moon rubs its thumb up the length of your cock before that same hand moves up, pushing against your chest to feel your heart beating directly against its palm. Its fingers toy with one nipple, then the other, and Moon begins to hum. It’s soft and low, not quite a lullaby, almost soothing if it didn’t choose to pinch. Its fingers are too big, catching the skin around your areola before rubbing again, hard. Your entire body twitches under its touch.

Little electric spark.

Your arms have been left free. You reach first to your mouth to free yourself. When that inevitably doesn’t work, you move down instead.

Moon lets out a hiss, catching your hand in its own just as you wrap it around your shaft. It squeezes, and you groan into its fingers. You’re trapped, dick dry and hot on your own skin. “Did you forget? Mine.” Moon asks, a whispery laugh in its voice as it forces your grip up. Your fingers slip over your tip, pinky catching on the edge of your glans. Your hips follow, but Moon pulls away. 

“Want something?” Moon presses its faceplate against the back of your head. It squeezes your hand over your cock, and you let out a whimper. 

A kiss! A kiss.  They like kissing. They like this. Of course they do. We’re the best. More kisses, more kisses, more more more.

“I have an idea.” The hand over your mouth draws back, a finger tracing your lower lip instead.

Cooling system 49%

“Whatever you want,” you say, head dropping back when Moon squeezes your dick again. Your feet scrabble at the floor, Moon dropping its legs over yours. The two of you freeze when you hear voices outside, staring at the door. 

BPM 115 About to get higher.

Moon continues to pet your mouth while it waits for the world outside to calm. “Open wide,” it coaxes, intonation lost in the gravel of its speaker. You partly obey, closing your teeth when it pushes its finger between your lips. “Naughty little thing. Open wide means no teeth. Wouldn’t want to bite something precious.” Its hand squeezes around yours tightly, painfully so, and you jerk your hips back into Moon in an attempt to get away. 

“That fucking hurt you fucking… fuck.” Moon’s thumb caresses the back of your hand, the other still pressed to the corner of your mouth, waiting. 

Error  Intentional harm—

Clear cache Y/N Y

Error Cannot clear cache when—

Overwrite 31.1083

Cooling system 76%

Refrain from tasks that cause cooling system usage above 60% and/or report to handler for repair

Moonie! We can’t—especially not them! They liked it. 

“What was that Moon?” you ask, teeth still clenched against the invasive finger. You’re holding Moon’s arm now like that could stop it from squeezing again. 

“A bite.” It taps against your teeth, a polite little knock. “Open wide.” 

Must be sore now. Should be sore. Feels good to be sore. You’re just riffing off of Chica’s jazzercise videos now.

Your teeth reluctantly open, and Moon slips in, pressing your tongue against the bottom of your mouth as it tries to explore the intrusion. At the same time on your cock, its hand guides yours down, freezing after only a couple inches. Its finger withdraws from your mouth, and so do your hands below, back to the tip. Moon gives a much more gentle squeeze as it pets your lower lip. 

There’s a moment of quiet, sans the Attendant’s fans whirring softly in its chest. You lean forward, teeth catching the joint of Moon’s finger to hold it in place. Moon’s hand below matches the depth. Moon chuckles when your breath catches. “Knew you’d catch on. Open wide.” 

Error Fluid contamination in joints F1L1 F1L2

Please see handler for maintenance 

Maintaining our handler in-instead. Careful! They’re gag—ging. We’ll get the bbbbig one again if you don’t We’re fine. They’re fine. fine fine fine. See? Th-Th-They like it. At least lock the joints if—two fingers! Moon! Y-You’ll—!

“Oh so naughty.” Moon releases your hand and dick as you try desperately to hump into the warm tight space the two of you’d created. It holds your hips instead, pressing your body tight against its own. The edge of its faceplate catches against your forehead, dragging your head back until you’re looking towards the ceiling. Its fans vibrate against your shoulderblades as you struggle against its grip. 

Moon is relentless; one hand splayed against your pelvis pins you down while the other continues to explore your mouth. Moon presses two fingers in deep, deeper, past the point where you gag until there’s pressure on the tips of its fingers. It pulls back and you cough, struggling to breathe around the shallow thrusts it gives against your tongue. 

Error Fluid contamination in joints F1L1 F1L2 F1L3 F2L1 F2L2 F F1L1 2L3 F2L3  F2L1 F2L3

Please see handler for mainten—

Err-Err-Error  Fluid damage in joints F1L2 F1L2

Pl—Please return to P— —arts and Services for r-r-r-repair 

Moon—ie.  Just a little l-l-l-llllonger.  You’re go— —ing to fffforce us to re-re-start!

Over—w-w-write

E-E-Error

—ake c-care of u-us.

Moon’s focus is not on your dick or the way you’ve taken yourself in hand, humping against the pressure holding you in place. It watches your face, how you gurgle around the fingers still fucking against your tongue. Spit is pooling at the corners of your mouth, drooling out with every thrust inside. It’s wet, squelching, the noise something that would make your face burn if you weren’t already overheated. 

J–st goin—th-th-throat.

You move, brushing against Moon’s hat so it jangles briefly in time with your ragged breathing. Moon’s fingers slow, each inward push a little deeper than the one before. They hit the back of your mouth again, and your body jolts. Another spark. It doesn’t stop, pushing down more and more, your tears joining the mess on your face when its other hand squeezes around the root of your cock. Its fingers breach your throat for the first time.

You gag and heave, your body trying to drive the foreign object out, but Moon ignores you and Sun and its own stuttering code, feeding you more and more until there’s nothing left to give. Solid silicone and metal push against your mouth. 

You can’t breathe. Moon can feel your heartbeat from inside your throat, its fingers very, very still in contrast to your constricting, struggling body and its other hand slowly picking up speed on your erection. You can hear a staticky glitch coming from its voicebox as it tries to speak and fails. 

Er-E-E—

Sssssso closs-e-e. Feel? S-so tense.

1-- BPMMM

—rr-or

Does it feel gooo-ood?

You struggle to catch your breath with its fingers still so deep in your throat. The Attendant holds you, watching as your hands bunch into its pants. Leverage enough to messily thrust into that tight ring of hot metal. It’s stopped moving entirely, watching as you arch again and again, moans muffled into its palm. Your hips snap up once, twice, and you freeze. Your cock jerks in place, creating a mess on your legs, Moon’s pants, its hand. 

Musssst.

E-E-E

Moon pulls its fingers free as you gag. It smears the wet on your neck, petting your throat. Your whimper pulls its attention back to you, nudging the top of your head with its faceplate. “F-fuck. Moon.” Your voice is barely a whisper.

“Eheeheeh-h-hee.” The laughter catches on itself, disappearing back into static before it starts up again, unable to be turned off. Moon’s hands go limp in your lap, catching on your thigh hair. “Forced ressssstart in pro-pro-progress-heeehee-ee.” 

“Ah, shit, Moon!” You cough as you force yourself upright, twisting in place. You grab at its faceplate, catching its hat in your grip as you watch the lights go out in its eyes. 

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