Feline Feelings, a FNaF story chapter 001
Sun regretted it the instant he tried to move his tail and nearly pitched himself off the workbench.
It was, of course, all Moonâs fault. Most things were. Sun had learned this long agoâback when Moon had first dragged him into chaos under the guises of âfun little adventuresâ, which inevitably ended in disaster. Sun had vowed that heâd never fall for another one of his schemes again.
And yetâŠ
Here he wasâin a tiny metal kitten bodyâglaring at Moon as he tried to remind himself that murder was still illegal even if your counterpart deserved it.
âDonât look at me like that, Sunbeam.â Moon flicked his tail, voice far too pleased over their private comm line. âYou were bored too.â
Sun bristled, synthetic fur fluffing indignantly. âI was NOT bored enough to commit body theft!â
The sleek, dark-blue feline lounging a few inches away tilted his head, red optics gleaming. Moon, unfortunately, had taken to being a robot cat like heâd been born this way. He stretched, fur rippling as tiny servos flexed beneath it. White forelegs ended in deep-blue paws, each one decorated with red ribbons and golden bells that chimed when he moved. His new faceplate was now more feline than a flat circle, but was still split between familiar white and dark-blue.
He looked smug.
Sun growled, ears flattening against his skull. His own feline body mimicked his normal 7 foot animatronic self: golden-yellow and tan fur, white paws, and the same red ribbons and bells that Moon had in his design. His familiar white optics were large in the kitten faceplateâthe picture of adorable innocence. His tail differed from his other halfâs in that it was fluffy, not sleek, puffing up like a brush of wild gold tipped in white.
âFive minutes!â he stressed, voice high in the internal comms while, out loud, it came out as an indignant mrrroow. âQuick stroll around the Plex, then straight back to our bodies!â
âPlans change,â Moon yawned, showing off a mouthful of tiny canines. âToo late to back out now, Sunny.â
Sunâs systems flagged seventeen separate error warnings at once. âPlans do not change, Moon!â Stress had him off-balance, paws scrambling to regain his footing before he fell off the workbench and ended up in a pile of fur on the floor.
âYou said five!â the solar bot seethed, bells jingling to join Moon when he jumped off the bench and started trotting toward the cracked maintenance door. âAnd you said we had permission.â
Moon shot him a challenging look. âWhat? You scared?â
âMoon!â Sun snapped, tail giving an harsh flick in the air.
âI hadâŠimplied permission,â the lunar bot conceded, slipping through the open door and out into the maintenance tunnels beyond. Sun was quick to follow, unwilling to leave him on his own. Trouble clung to Moon like static and he wasnât about to take the blame for the damage that would inevitably take place once it caught up to them. âCassie did say she wanted them tested eventually, and what are we if not helpful coworkers?â
Sun hissed, pausing just long enough for the information to sink in. âWe are fully functioning, adult daycare attendants who are supposed to stay where we belong!â
âDetails,â Moon shot back, amusement lacing his rasp even through the private link. âBesides, the link is solid, our big bodies are safe and powered down in our room, and Gregory locked the Daycare for the day.â He peered around a corner, making sure the ghost was clear before proceeding forward. âJust one, teensy little walk.â
âOne walk,â Sun echoed, suspicious. Even without the internal map that his big body had integrated into its systems, he could tell that they were making a beeline towards the lobby. âIn here. In the Plex,â he added for emphasis.
âMmhm.â
âIn a controlled environment.â
âOf course.â
âWith no detours.â
Moon paused, glancing back at him over a fur-covered shoulder. âYouâre adorable when youâre anxious.â
Heat filled Sunâs entire chassisâa fact that he blamed solely on the cooling fans being too tiny to properly vent this bodyâas he turned his nose up in the air with a distinct huff. âThis is not about anxiety. This is about responsibility. Cassie hasnât finished the waterproofing, the collision avoidance is only partially-tested, and I have no idea if she even installed a guidance system! What if we get lost?!â
âCome on, Sunshine, live a little,â Moon encouraged as he hopped over a stray bundle of cables that someone had forgotten to remove from a service door theyâd propped open with it.
With a muttered string of words that would definitely have earned him a lecture from Freddy, Sun trailed behind him. The alternative would have been to let his counterpart roam the Plex unsupervised and that was much worse than getting lost with him.
Beyond the threshold, the world shifted from industrial metal to neon and tile. The lobby opened up in a dizzying rush of color and noise. Under normal circumstancesâin his normal bodyâSun loved this space. The lights, the pillars, and even the laughter of the guests and screaming giggles of children.
From the floor, at kitten height, it was pure, unfiltered chaos. Sneakers squeaking on freshly-waxed floors, shopping bags swinging from loose grips, and the scent of pizza sauce and sugary drinks filled the open space like a war zone.
The golden-furred kitten bot stopped dead at the edge of the lobby, overwhelmed. âMoon,â he said, careful to not let his panic bleed through since he knew that Moon would tease him for the next decade. âThis is a bad idea.â
âThis is a fun idea,â Moon corrected, already weaving between peopleâs feet with infuriating ease. Sun scrambled to keep up, claws scraping the linoleum. Scarlet eyes flicked to him, flashing bright and totally unbothered. âWhat if we just take a peek outside?â
Sun almost face-planted right into the nearest stroller. âWhat?! Absolutely not!â His frantic meows drew the eye of a curious toddler, who promptly lit up at the sight of a âkittyâ. Sun skidded to freedom, out of reach of the sticky fingers trying to reach for his fur.
Moon was already halfway to the front doors, the afternoon sun casting bright pools of light on the checkered tile. âYouâve never wanted to see what it looks like for real? Not Google maps or security cams. JustâŠout?â
Sun sputtered out half-garbled denials so hard his internal comm glitched for a second. âWe are not cleared to leave the building!â he finally shrieked.
âWeâre not leaving,â Moonâs voice took on that tone he got right before disaster struck. âOur bodies are still here. Weâre onâŠa tether. This is likeâlike a very fancy drone test.â
âAn unauthorized one!â
The blue-and-white feline didnât even dignify that with a response. Just a raspy chuckle in the private link and a jingle of bells as he trotted toward the nearest automatic door. âCome on. Five minutes outside. Perfectly safe.â
The pair slipped through the legs of an arriving family, taking advantage of the trigger. Their sensors gave a brief tug as if trying to enact safety protocols to keep them indoors, but they didnât hold for long. Both of them popped through without much more than a brief sizzle of static in their ears.
The outside hit both animatronics like a power surge. There was sky. Real, open, blue sky, not painted ceiling panels or simulated lighting. A cool breeze slid through their fur, tugging at their whiskers and tails like excited children but totally unfamiliar. The smellsâapparently, the olfactory sensors were fully onlineâhit them like a truck: exhaust, damp earth, hot asphalt, and even the faint scent of pizza drifting from the Plex behind them.
For one breathless second, Sun forgot to be afraid.
Moonâs joy hummed along their shared line. âTold you.â
And then all hell broke loose.
Cars, as it turned out, were absolutely terrifying when you were the size of a shoe. The sidewalk was full of hazards: children grabbing at them, dogs chasing them, and an elderly woman screaming ârabies!â when Moon hissed at her for almost stepping on his tail.
By the time they escaped, they were completely and utterly lost.
Moonâs voice slid into the quiet, amused. âWell. That was invigorating.â
Sun glared at Moon, exhausted. His dignity was in tatters as he dragged himself out from under the bush theyâd used as cover to escape the old lady and her dog. Dirt clung to his synthetic fur, tarnishing his golden legs. âIf I could still access my face rays, they would be furious right now!â he snapped. âWe are going back. Now!â
âWhich way is âbackâ?â Moon asked.
Sun opened his mouth to answer, then realized he didnât know. He turned slowly, taking in their surroundings. The hulking shape of the Pizzaplex was no longer in sight, lost to the trees and buildings of the quiet neighborhood they had fled to during their mad dash.
âWeâreâŠâ Moon spun in a slow circle, red eyes glowing dimmer in the softer light. âNot that far. The tetherâs still strong. The Plex isâŠover there? Ish?â
âIsh?â Sunâs voice broke. âWe are lost! We are lost outside!â
Moon chuckled, padding through the grass of someoneâs overgrown lawn. âRelax. Weâll find a place to recharge.â
They stumbled around in the dark until they reached a small, cozy-looking backyard of a single-floor set of apartments. Soft lights glowed through the windows. Sun sighed, collapsing just outside of the pool of lights.
âCassie is going to be furious,â Sun whined. âGregory is going to be furious. Vanessa is going to panic, and then sheâs going to be furious. Freddy is going to give us that disappointed look, and thatâs worse! Chica is going toââ
âSunny,â Moon cut in, rasp softer than usual and void of mischief. âYouâre spiraling.â He curled up beside his sunnier partner, sleek body pressing against Sunâs side. âWeâve been through worse than a surprise field trip. Remember the generator fire? The time Monty tried to âfixâ the ball pit? The Afton mess?â
Those memories were not calming, but the reality of their current situation paled in comparison. His processor relaxed a little.
Just then, the back door swung open. Warm, inviting light spilled out, along with a soft voice. âWhatâs that noiseâŠ?â
Someone stepped into view, eyes wide with surprise when they landed on their two little guests huddled on the grass. Sunâs internal systems stalled. Moon immediately perked up.
They wereâŠsmaller than most adults the twins were used to seeing. Closer to the Glamrocksâ hips than shoulders. Bare feet shuffled forward on the little patch of concrete at their backdoor, soft pants patterned with something that might have been stars or paint splatters, and an oversized hoodie that had seen better days.
âOh no, where did you two come from?â They stepped off the porch, moving slowly so as to not startle whatever strange creatures had invaded their home.
Sun froze, unprepared for how softly their voice made his circuits buzz. Moonâsitting beside himâpurred loudly, nuzzling into the outstretched palm when the human crouched to their level. The daycare animatronic turned robot kitten could only stare at his lunar counterpart, processor glitching.
âWeâll be fine,â Moon assured over their private link. âAct natural.â
The noise that came out of Sun then would be something he would totally deny later. The humanâs attention snapped to him.
âYou okay, sweetheart?â
Sweetheart?!
Sunâs processors hiccuped. The human reached their unoccupied hand out to him, palm up, kept a careful distance away. He could smell them now tooâsoap, soil, and something faintly floral clinging to them like theyâd brushed past flowers earlier. He hesitatedâlooking like heâd rather jump into trafficâbefore reluctantly inching closer.
The second he bumped his head against the open palm, his body went rigid. He didnât know what he was expecting. Rough handling? A hit? Being scooped into the air without permission? Instead, the humanâs hand came down to brush the fur along his back in the gentlest stroke they could manage. Sensors lit up along the path their fingers passed. His purr subroutine, which heâd managed to suppress up till now, triggered.
Within minutes, there was a little stuttering vibration in his chest that could definitely be heard, mimicking the one coming from Moon. He could practically feel Moonâs laughter through the bond.
They kept petting him, slow and steady, until his body relaxed bit by bit. By the time the buzzing in his systems smoothed out, night had fallen and Moon had already climbed into the strangerâs lap.
âYou canât stay out here,â they mumbled, more to themself than to the kittens. âIf somebody finds you, theyâll either try to sell you or scrap you, and thatâsâno. Just no.â
The human shifted, resolve settling into their shoulders. The darker kitten pressed closer, tail flicking in a lazy manner. There was a confident air about him, as if heâd just claimed a prize. They laughed before turning to the golden-and-tan ball of fluff and metal that had gone rigid under their hand. âYou coming too, little guy?â
Sun stared. From his place on the grass, the sight of Moon nestled against a strangerâs chest hit him like a thrown block tower. He could refuse. He could hiss and run back out into the streets, battery half-drained, gps useless, and risking cars, dogs, and crazy old ladies.
Or he could accept the tempting invitation before him coming from a person who seemed theyâd rather paint flower pots all day than sell high-end tech on the black market.
Slowlyâso slowly it nearly hurtâhe inched forward, paws pressing into bare knees. A hand slid under his chest with all the care of handling glass. Then he was pressed against them too, cradled securely on the other side of their chest, Moon on the other. The contact shorted out whatever resistance he had left.
âThere we go,â the human crooned as they straightened. âNot so bad, right?â The kitten glanced away stubbornly, but they could feel the purr rumbling against their own heartbeat. âTomorrow, weâll figure out who you belong to, okay?â
The scarlet-eyed kitten rumbled louder, smug and satisfied. The golden one made an oddly-strangled noise. The stranger had no idea that they were holding two seven-foot-tall animatronics currently experiencing very different forms of internal screaming.
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Chapter 2: âPicture Purr-fectâ
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