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Pairings: Sun x Moon Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Dancing, Flirting, Separate Animatronics, Smut, Exchangeable Private Parts. Synopsis: Who would've known that the goofy Sun would be so forward? Credit: Sun/Moon Dividers are made by Saradika-graphics.

Chapter Two

Pairings: Sun x Moon Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Dancing, Flirting, Separate Animatronics, Smut, Exchangeable Private Parts. Synopsis: Who would've known that the goofy Sun would be so forward? Credit: Sun/Moon Dividers are made by Saradika-graphics.

Chapter One

"Way to go, Superstar! What an amazing performance, and even better with the guitar alone!"

Listening to the anthropomorphic animatronic bear giving nothing but praise didn't surprise me; no, it scared me.

I knew Freddy was known for his kind gestures towards everyone; Words of encouragement, giving pats on the back, and comfort hugs. Everything is so sickeningly sweet to make people happy and not expect anything in return. Was it challenging to grasp he was a machine or at least half a machine? I want to access the company's endoskeleton books or manuals to understand their mechanics better. Not for reasons to harm the animatronics in any way.

'Oh, how I miss having knowledge's sweet and bitter taste in my good days.'

Unfortunately, I failed to realize until now that I was unintentionally zoning out while staring at the cheerful rockstar. Thankfully it didn't phase Freddy.

"As much as I would love to listen to you play again, you need rest! I'm astonished you're still standing!"

Before I could reply with one of my panic-inducing flirtatious jokes, the stomps of a fuming alligator come towards the stage, pointing an accusatory finger my way. "You! What the hell are you doing with my guitar?"

My voice died down at the serious tone, which seemed all too familiar and not in a good way. As if in pilot mode, I removed the strap off my shoulder and held the guitar in one hand while the other wrapped protectively around my stomach. "I understand you're angry for something of yours taken without permission. I am sorry." I reply in a monotone voice.

Everything felt uncomfortably loud. There was no sound, yet the silence felt ear-shattering. That dreaded thing always creeps up on my back straight to my mind. The only thing I could make out was how much my body shook. I knew how it felt to disappoint, the torment I was reliving in the aftermath of every fright, my ribcage getting tighter around my lungs, and my hands trembling. Why did I use his guitar? What was I trying to accomplish?

'Oh, I wanted to vent through music. That was it. Well, that didn't end well for me.'

Montgomery Gator snatched the guitar off my hand, standing tall while pointing an accusatory finger inches away from my chest, and a light puff of smoke blew out of his nostrils. "You're lucky you play well and haven't created any visible damage, but next time I won't be so forgiving if this shit happens again!"

Freddy attempted to step in but was cut off before he could.

"Do not touch my property without permission, play way past midnight in a place where literally everyone who lives here can hear you, and most importantly," the gator leaned in, forcing me to stare at him, "Stop running yourself thin so that Beckett gets what you want."

My voice couldn't speak up, and my body froze on its own as I stared at him in shock, a dumbfounded look on my face. I wasn't expecting such words to leave Monty's mouth; I was wary of the scolding for using his stuff, but the fact that he straight-up viewed me as a greedy attention-seeker was such a low blow. Instead of backtracking or walking away, his mouth forming a toothy grin was the last straw.

A growl emanated from the other animatronic, who immediately took place before me, blocking me from Monty's view. I couldn't get a word in since everything was happening so fast for me to catch up until Freddy decided that enough was enough.

"Take a walk Montgomery, while you still have a chance."

I've never heard the bundle of joy shaped-like bear transition into something this aggressive. It astonished me, but why? Why was he protecting me? Weren't they friends? Wouldn't they take each other's sides no matter what? I was only their coworker; why did Freddy genuinely care? So many questions, not the right moment or time.

Monty let out a dry, sarcastic laugh on his face by what I could hear. "Always the kind one for everyone, right, fat bear? I knew you'd have a soft spot for y/n in no time. Someone helpless and fragile to make you look good, the knight in shining armour."

Freddy's fists couldn't clench any tighter; his fur would've ripped by then if he did. I wanted to reach out to him, ground him as he did for me back when I first woke up from my collapse. But I could tell that even the lightest touch would cause him to snap unless I found a way to bring him back.

"Funny, knowing that the animal you're based on has ears at the back of its eyes and has excellent hearing range, yet you seem to be as deaf as a cuttlefish." He replied nonchalantly.

Monty's face was inches away from his face, whispering in an unhinged tone. "What'd you just say, fazfuck?"

"You've proven my point. As I said, walk . Or do I need to get you a leash? I'll help you take the first few steps. Take a pick." Freddy sounded amused. To be fair, I found it incredibly attractive when the cheerful people finally snapped and immediately broke character, turning into someone they've never gotten out of their shell. But what is terrifying is the part where they burst into anger for the first time in front of those who've never seen them angry. And a calm and collected bear transitioning to a sarcastic and threatening one is, to say the least, surprising. Sarcasm was kinda sexy in a weird way.

Montgomery didn't respond, pondering his decision, but Freddy didn't give him much time. "Considering your irrational behaviour, it's quite a cowardice act to call y/n helpless and fragile in her most vulnerable state where she may be unable to defend herself." He stepped forward, making the other step back.

He kept expressing his anger without laying a finger on the gator the more steps he took, "The one who likes to put himself on a pedestal here is you. Insulting your coworkers doesn't make you the bigger person; your nicknames for me shouldn't be a problem, but tormenting y/n is where I draw the line. It's never to make me look good. I defend her because she has a heart of gold and cares for all robots here."

I felt a light tug at the end of my pants; looking down, I see Tiny gently chattering his teeth for piano keys, gesturing me to kneel down. And so I picked him mere inches off the ground, listening intently as Freddy covered us.

..-. --- .-.. .-.. --- .-- / -- .

(Follow me)

As much as I wanted to leave, I had to make things right. It was my fault I got Freddy in this situation to begin with. I looked over my shoulder and saw that the two animatronics were still at each other's throats. Even If I wanted to make amends with Monty, this wasn't the right time. It was time to go. And so I followed my small friend behind the stage to sneak out.

-

We returned to the ground floor through the backstage entrance, taking the stairs down instead of the lift. I typed a message to Freddy on my way down but decided to send it once I settled in the Daycare. I have already caused enough of a ruckus, and giving everything time would be best before speaking again.

My small robot friend and I approached the Daycare's giant doors, seeing both Sundrop and Moondrop waiting for us. I was expecting some sort of scolding from them, considering how they were caretakers. I hated my brain for this, more so my anxiety for making confrontations more complex than they had to be. Monty's words would now be stuck in my head on a loop for so long. Even if I forget about them, I will still be reminded and tormented until I die. A bit exaggerated from one perspective, but words stick with you like a leech and drain the life out of you. I usually try to learn from it and improve instead of being miserable, but there was a catch. Time.

I always need time.

Time to think, function, and adapt to new things as fast as my anxiety will allow me.

Every day every new, unexpected event throws me off my rhythm, and I have to restart my schedule automatically in my headspace. It was infuriating.

What was I thinking? For the right reasons, why do my acts always look so selfish to everyone else around me? Why do I always fuck around and find out? What do I want or need? What is it that I seek, or why is everything so confusing? What's that piece of serotonin I'm seeking?

'Monty was right. I shouldn't have played at a time when everyone was asleep and could easily hear me. I need to apologize to everyone later.'

"y/n?"

I looked up immediately and noticed the daycare attendants looking at me with concern written all over their faces. There was no way they were letting me stay with them after running away.

'Why do I always want to give everyone a reason to hate me, whether unintentional or not?'

"I'm sorry I ran away. I needed to get away, I think? I'm not sure. It has nothing to do with you guys. I have a habit of always being alone and doing my own thing." I nervously move my hands around, attempting to express myself while stimming all the harmful emotions and overstimulation at the same time.

Sundrop kneeled to my level and looked at me with a soft smile. "I should be the one to apologize. I shouldn't have talked out loud. I should've been warier about your anxiety and fear of meeting new people." His rays shrunk into his casing. "I realize I triggered you and made you flee the noise. That was not my intention. Will you forgive me?"

He opened his arms, silently asking for a hug. I took the chance without a second thought and hugged him tightly for dear life. The need for physical touch and comfort was very much needed.

"I forgive you, Sun," I whispered, trying so hard not to cry, "but It wasn't your fault. I should be the one to apologize. I ran away, probably woke everyone up."

I tried so hard to keep it together, but my exhaustion, fear, and guilt caught up to me. My tears began to fall. "I got Freddy in trouble, Monty hates me, and I deserve it-"

"Woah, woah there, Starlight. You're not to be blamed or hated!"

I didn't notice or feel being picked up, but Moon was behind Sun, looking over his shoulder at me.

"How about we talk about this over a nice, hot meal and a comfortable bed, hm? You've been running yourself thin." Moon spoke quietly, the LED lights dimming, which was oddly comforting.

I rested my chin on Sun's neck ruffles, nuzzling into them for their nice feel of the texture, and nodded in reply.

'Everything's fine, everything's fine, everything's fine, everything's fine, everything's fine. EVERYTHING IS FINE.'

I clutched my comfort hoodie with a trembling hand while I stroked my hair with the other to ground myself. My heart felt like it would break its way out of my ribcage. My chest carried this dense and heavy weight that suffocated my lungs as I leaned against the corner of the room. "I'm not selfish...I'm not greedy. People misunderstand me. I did nothing wrong. I did..." I tried so hard to keep the emotions within myself as I should, but after what Montgomery told me back on stage, I couldn't help it. I kept these feelings in for so long it wouldn't hurt to break a little. Yet, I was in Sundrop and Moondrop's home above the daycare, inside a spare room they put me in along with Tiny.

The weighted blankets were so cosy, but I was restless due to the recent events, so I left the bed and sat in a corner to feel the cold walls for alleviation. Tiny DJ Music man was asleep in bed, creating white noise as some snore.

I didn't wake him up because I felt like he went through a lot of trouble to help me. He deserved a break, considering I'm a burden.

'Take deep breaths and count to 10. You did nothing wrong. Even though you knew what you were getting into, it wasn't your fault. Of course, you didn't waltz to the stage and play an electric guitar that didn't belong to you; not at all your fault.'

In situations of stress, I would sarcastically try to enlighten the case or accidentally gaslight myself. It's not like I had any other healthy coping mechanisms, no. I have to stay calm. There's always a reasonable explanation behind everything or nearly everything.

'Montgomery was angry because I took his guitar and used it without permission. Rightfully so, he got angry at me and said some unkind words I wouldn't have chosen for an argument, but still, he was angry, and I shouldn't go against his better judgement-'

I paused my thought, bringing both my hands to my head and stroking my hair, everything started to settle a little, but something inside me couldn't calm down. It hurt. It stung like an angry wasp releasing its anger in my chest, but it didn't die. It wanted to keep going again and again.

The buzzing sounds spread up into my head, asking- no -demanding that I let myself go for once. Don't mask it, don't hide your thoughts, let them know how angry I am, how I see what people say behind my back about my behaviour or how weird I am. I need to make them pay.

'No, it's not worth it. It'll cause something I don't want to be a part of. If I call my coworkers out, it'll prove Monty's words right. I'm not an attention seeker and don't need all the backlash. I am to blame, and I deserve it.'

I grabbed the hem of my hoodie and muffled my mouth in case any noise came from my cries of agony. No words could adequately express this pain other than 'Why?'

I couldn't stop myself. I cried my heart out. My hands were shaking while quieting the noise. I was so tired, so hungry, but mostly drained. Mentally drained.

I wasn't hungry before, but ever since I woke up, I was starting to have cravings. Being starved purposely for two weeks felt like nothing at first, but now that I'm returning to reality, it hit like numerous heavy rocks. I felt so weak, so tired, so angry, so helpless.

I turned off my devices and put them away for space. I felt terrible for leaving Freddy without a sign of life. Being away from social media would help to clear my head, yet, it also provided me with serotonin-like comments from lovely fans of my work. Yet, where there's love, there's also hate, and I didn't want to accidentally come across some mean comments in this state of mind. I needed a clearer head to face the music.

'Wait, music! I need music. But I don't want to turn on my phone, and the only one who can play music is...'

I looked over at my small robot friend, still sleeping soundly. One day, he mentioned I could always come to him if I needed a tune. But first, I needed to get everything out of my system.

I silently crawled across the room and picked from the variety of plushies near the bed, the thickest one that I could find. It was one of those Squishmallows of a Pokemon, a purple one. It was thick but soft; it was perfect for the job.

I crawled back to my corner and let out the most blood-curdling scream I've made in a long time, muffled down decibels enough so the attendants couldn't hear me through the walls.

"WHY?! WHY HAVE I DONE THIS? MONTY NOR FREDDY WILL EVER FORGIVE ME! I HAVE BEEN SO STUPID!"

And then came my annoying sobs again. I couldn't help myself; I was so tired. Why did people call me an attention seeker? Students? Teachers? And now coworkers? Why do they judge too quickly? Why are they so harsh?

'It's because I give them that impression, right?'

At least Aaron doesn't think that, right? Neither does Tiny or the Daycare Attendants, right? Or are they pretending? Do they pity me? Are they walking around eggshells whenever they're with me?

I know I met Sun and Moon, but do they pity me now? Am I a burden to them?

'Well, you only know if you try, Y/n.'

I hugged the plushie tightly against my chest as I stood and tip-toed out of the guest bedroom.

There was a lovely wooden kitchen in the colour of space, a shade of blue. There were stickers, magnets and photographs covering the fridge. The magnetised icons looked like souvenirs from Europe, and the pictures showed both animatronics loving one another. It was sweet.

I looked through the cabinets for a glass and filled it with water from the sink. Things were indeed louder at night when everything was quiet. But due to growing up on guard every day in my household, I was as quiet as a mouse trying to look for food.

I didn't have permission to find something to snack on, so water would help a little for the time being and quench my thirst. I couldn't wash the glass in the sink, it would be loud, but I couldn't leave it in the sink either. I would get in trouble for that.

"Y/n?"

I quickly looked over by the opening where the dining area and the kitchen were connected. It was Moondrop. He had a playful smile on his face. He didn't seem to be angry or annoyed. "Having late-night cravings?"

On the other hand, my face was not relaxed by any means. I felt like the colour drained from my face, pale, fearing one of the worst things after being caught, being scolded with no end. For some reason, that didn't happen. "...no? I just had to get a glass of water. I'm sorry If I woke you up."

Moondrop shook their head with a tired smile. Something about that smile told me that they were used to being awake, but I didn't want to assume.

'It wouldn't hurt to ask, right?'

"You were already awake, weren't you?"

Moondrop looked at me, surprised by my deduction, but nodded as they slowly walked towards me. "While being the one who puts the kids to bed, I help Sun fall asleep. I couldn't sleep since I'm on watch as well."

I automatically looked around cautiously, feeling shivers crawl down my back. "You mean someone is watching us?"

"No," they chuckled, "I was looking out for you until I woke up. You've been asleep for a while."

I looked back at them, confused, pointing at myself. "You were making sure I woke up?" They nodded. "Why?"

Moondrop took a moment to respond. I saw the hesitation, choosing the right words, walking around eggshells, and worried I might take it wrong. But I couldn't judge so quickly; I was putting my guard up to make sure I didn't get hurt again. It was funny how I let my feelings get hurt back on stage but not now when I haven't done anything wrong.

'What if I did something wrong? Did I oversleep? Am I being selfish? Did I take too much of their time? Oh no, I need to leave; I NEED TO GO HOME.'

"Y/n?"

I returned to reality, "Sorry, did you say something?"

Moondrop looked more concerned and reached for their hand out towards me, "Do I have permission to touch you?" They asked so softly, so openly, without hesitation. What did they want? In this case, I simply nodded, and they put their hand on my shoulder and kneeled a bit to my level. "Sun and I were talking about being your mentors to support you throughout your two weeks off and after that, too, without charge."

'Wait, what? This isn't supposed to happen, is it?'

"I'm sorry?" I looked at Moon, astonished but confused. Where was the disappointment? Where was the scolding? Where was my punishment? Aren't I too much? Shouldn't I be disregarded?

"I don't...understand. It's not like I don't want you to be my mentor. It's not that. I just thought that.." I lost my train of thought to explain myself, but I couldn't find the right words. I fiddled with the plushie, trying to hold back my tears. "Why do you...want to help me?"

'Why do they care? I'm nothing. I'm a burden! STOP!'

My body started shaking when I couldn't hold it in any longer. I was overwhelmed, my ribcage collapsing, puncturing my lungs while applying pressure to my heart. My skull tightened around my brain, making my head hurt more and more. Everything. Hurt.

I started picking on the bandages around my knuckles that I forgot existed.

'Oh shit, I broke my mirror and hit my head before but forgot about them. I need to feel something else other than this. I don't want to feel this pressure!'

"I... I need... I need to feel." I flapped my hands aggressively while backing into a corner of the kitchen and sitting down. It felt embarrassing to cry in front of one of my role models. I didn't want to break down now. I couldn't wait to be alone again to let it all out. This wasn't my bubble. It was a new place. I didn't know its surroundings. I didn't see the layout before. It was like I was in space. An infinite amount of space and numerous wonders could be tremendous or dreadful.

I felt the texture of the delicate fabric of my hoodie, the wooden planks on the floor with my feet, and the metal handle next to me from a cabinet. Feelings things kept me grounded or helped me process my surroundings. I couldn't fully hear what Moon was telling me. Their voice felt muffled and almost distorted. I could feel the vibration of footsteps coming and going, but I ignored who they belonged to.

'Touch, feel, recognise, repeat.'

That's what I would tell myself when I couldn't think of anything else. Feel what close to me, soothing textures and temperatures to focus my breathing was.

'Touch, feel, recognise, repeat.'

I straightened my back against the cabinets and took deep breaths. I imagined that my belly had a balloon to fill. I breathed in, inflated the balloon, and exhaled to deflate. Inflate, and reduce again and again.

My head blocked out my surroundings. I could only hear my heart.

*Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound* *Pound*

.... . -.--

(Hey)

Tiny's morse code pushed through my blockage like a signal reaching another through a snowstorm. It was surprising yet not at all painful. A spidey sense picking up someone else's spidey sense if I could put it into words. "Tiny?" I whispered.

.. - .----. ... / --- -.- .- -.--

(It's okay)

"I can't... I can't do it, Tiny, I can't!" I never believed in myself, only in dire situations when I needed a job or had to pull myself together to push through. Right now, it wasn't that time. I was so tired, so hungry and run down. I was a mess. My hands started to shake as I reached out to touch his small, metallic face. I felt the cold surface keep me from trancing. He said something that I couldn't catch. "What?"

-... .-. . .- - .... . / .-- .. - .... / -- .

(Breathe with me)

He raised his tiny hands, repeating a motion slowly to empathise when to breathe in and let go. I calmed down my frantic and panicked breathing while stroking his little face. I held him close like a dog lay on top of you to keep you grounded. It was a cold block instead of a warm fuzzy blanket, which I found more comforting since my skin felt scalding and not to my liking.

'Breathe in and out. Breathe in and out.'

I closed my eyes briefly and held him gently, feeling safe with my best friend. My head felt so empty. My thoughts created an echo at the end of each sentence. In general, my body felt so hollow, so disgusting and worthless. It hurts to live like this.

'Why am I like this?'

'WHY DO I EXIST?'

I broke down again, but this time my sobbing was softer. My whole body shook, and my grip tightened around my miniature friend. I was so scared of being left alone, locked away for being too loud or emotional. "Please don't go, don't leave me. I'm so sorry!"

A larger, colourful hand reached out but didn't touch me to show someone was there. "We're not going anywhere, sunshine. We're right here with you." Sundrop, the bubbly daycare attendant, spoke in a calming and comforting tone. It caught my attention, and I didn't want to lose that kindness.

I looked at them with widened eyes, putting Tiny next to me before rushing to hug them without a second thought. I could feel how taken aback, they were by my reaction. I didn't care. I wanted comfort more than anything. Their visible arms picked me up gently, stroking my head as I held onto them like my life depended on it. "...I'm so sorry," I whispered behind their faceplate. Their sun rays were hidden inside, explaining why I wasn't punctured.

"There's nothing for you to apologise for, our little star. You haven't done anything wrong." Moon stood next to Sun.

"But I've caused so much trouble! I-I annoyed everyone on stage. Monty is mad at me, and Freddy is probably mad at me for not answering him. If I hadn't stopped eating, none of this would've happened! Aaron must be in so much trouble with the higher-ups! Oh, gods!"

They turned to look at me, their eyes filled with thousands of little stars around their irises.

"Freddy won't get mad at you for not replying to him. He's a very patient bear. He knows enough to know that you're struggling." Moon placed a few drawings on the kitchen counter as Sun sat down, leaning to get a closer look. They were signed by the animatronics.

Thankfully, Sun spread out the pages for me to see them individually. A colourful page was full of different food emojis by Chica. The next was a portrait of Roxy. Both said, 'These are my favourite foods. What are yours?' and 'You deserve to love yourself.' And lastly, it was a portrait of me. It looked a little rough with the pencil, but I loved the sketching style. It was written at the bottom, 'The other bots and I miss your presence. You can always talk to me if you need anything." Signed by Freddy.

I picked up the portrait and looked at it with a small smile. I missed the wheeled bots too. I missed waving at Map Bot and giving everyone pats on the head. My routine will be paused for some time, but hopefully, I will see everyone again soon.

"Aren't they sweet, Moon?" Sun asked. Moon replied with a light hum while turning a light behind the induction fan. He was going to make some food. "Y/n, what would you like? Do you have a preference?"

I put the drawing back on the counter as I ran my fingers at the sleeve ends of my hoodie. "I like these vegetarian sausage rolls, but they don't sell them here, I don't think. I love pasta, though! As long as it isn't slimy or too chewy. I recommend adding cream after draining the pasta and some broccoli pieces. Including a little bit of salt and pepper to balance the flavours."

Tiny crawled onto the counter with my devices on him as I spoke, leaving them out for me.

I thanked him with a nod before grabbing my headphones and putting them on. The soft leather covering my ears gave me a slight shiver due to how cold they were. Before turning on my phone, I put it on silent for the number of notifications I would receive. It only took half a minute before the device came to life. I immediately went to my music playlist and played something soft, like Indie music. Beach Weather's music became a huge trend, so I listened to one of their albums as I held onto Sun.

"...What are your pronouns?" I asked while looking at everyone, lifting one side of the headphones to listen.

"I go by he, she, and they." Sundrop piped in with a smile, "And Moon's pronouns are he and they. Tiny Music Man here goes by 'he and him.'"

"That's really kind of you to ask," Moon replied as he poured boiling water into a pot. "A lot of coworkers tend to use 'it' like we're things... It's nice to have someone who's not like them."

I gave them a small smile before leaning on Sun's shoulder again, drifting to listen to music. I couldn't help but scroll through the message notifications, mostly from Freddy and Aaron. The latest from the bear caught my attention, though. It read, 'I hope you like the portrait I made for you. I tried to capture how I view you, but It didn't do it justice.'

"... take your Angel to bed."

I was bold in my choice of words, knowing where the situation would lead me. The both of us.

It may haven't looked like it from others' perspectives, but I adored having Sunny in charge in our private moments. We were complete opposites in how we acted, comparing in front of our friends and whenever we had our little game.

The both of us acted like switches, but in reality, I was more submissive while Sun was more of the other. I adored playing with him, teasing him innocently, to rile him up. Seeing his cheerful demeanor disrupted into a nervous and shy animatronic. He didn't like showing his more confident side in front of coworkers or The Glamrocks, and the poor thing would lose his cool if he got teased for it. Despite his sweet and gentle self, he had his limits, which he wished not to express.

I would give anything in my headspace to watch Sunny lose his cool and snap. But that didn't mean I would wish to make him intentionally miserable.

Sundrop took a few steps forward near the ball pit while looking up towards the tower-shaped entrance of our living space. He jumped up and over the balcony effortlessly by positioning his legs and clicking the springs inside his metallic endoskeleton.

I'd naturally use the cable to elevate myself, but the mechanics gave Sun his way of going back to our bedroom. It matched his energetic personality and entertained the children, and it put me at ease knowing the ceiling was high enough.

Our living space, at our request, was colored to our liking. The bedroom ceiling, covered in a dark color and constellations, is decorated with glowing stars.

The walls were the same color; there were hanging cotton clouds with lights inside, handmade.

In the center of the room, we placed an enormous bed covered in soft duvets and colored pillows, surrounded by a hanging curtain-like tent from the back to the sides to let some light shed.

We had enough space for a small library with gigantic bean bags and a Tv to entertain ourselves. People disapproved that animatronics have free time to do what we wished. Did we care? Of course not. We only cared about keeping our relationship a secret until it was safe enough to be open about it. I didn't wish for Sun and I to be separated.

Like a married couple, Sun carried me to the bedroom and put me down carefully on the pillows as he crawled on top. I was hoping he would immediately start devouring me, but he settled on my lap while staring and stroking the side of my faceplate lovingly.

"Have I ever told you that every time I look at you, it's like going back to when we first saw each other in our bodies? You're still as beautiful, Moon." He whispered.

My system started whirring to life, and It made me feel shy. I covered my faceplate by pulling down my night cap over it. Sundrop was so incredibly sweet, hence the name. Like a ray of sunshine. "I still have the same body with some minor changes. You got the goods," I snickered.

His fingers tip-toed lightly across my chest plate, his voice box lowering its volume as he leaned his forehead against mine. "I have to disagree, Angel. They've given you a body that can do many new things that make you just as special."

I looked away, but his gaze followed without a pause. "You can sing with your original voice box, and you can dance in the air, you can cast the stars through your eyes at the wall in the dark, you read books to kids with nightmares, you're twice as flexible to catch intruders undetected which, if I might add, is so impressive." As Sun talked, his hand lowered to my crotch area, making me giggle in embarrassment. "Sunny! My stars, I feel spoiled because of your sweet talk."

For this specific moment, I changed my private parts for a vagina. Although I enjoyed allowing Sundrop's cock-blocking me into begging to plead for an orgasm, I wanted to spice it up a little more since my vagina made me twice as sensitive. That didn't mean it applied to Sunny too.

Despite that, he made me feel loved and complete. While the world out there partly treated us like scrap, we were content as long as we had each other.

I reached out to my star, gently caressing his sun rays, "Hey, Starshine?"

Our fans are whirring simultaneously. Sun's light blue eyes, glowing, focusing on mine as they changed to dark orange with floating stars across his eyes. "I have a favor to ask- two! Two, actually"

He leaned closer to whisper, "Of course."

Tangling my legs with his, I replied, "You have a security feature to record things, so can you play our song again? Please?"

He nodded and left out a soft laugh before kissing his cheek. "And what's that second favor, darling?"

My fans picked up, louder whirrs escaping my system, and my face flushed a dark red shade. I mumbled the last part while feeling embarrassed. A little too quiet.

"Can you repeat that, love?"

"...Can you call me a good girl?"

Everything suddenly turned silent, giving me an uncomfortable feeling of unwanted tension. That was until Sun's processor sped up, a vibration rumbling along with the whirrs.

Clanking his mouth against mine, he kissed me like an animal.

As if playing an old-school record player, a recording started playing within Sun. The trumpets, gentle shakes, the piano's high notes, the voice of a New yorker performing on stage. It was like the first time we watched that scene in the show, but a different singer or actress sang it. She dressed in a short white dress, a fake golden halo attached to her head, white heels, and feathery wings as the women behind her were dressed as red devils, dancing to her music.

The man she was in love with hid backstage to watch her perform but couldn't see her due to these aliens experimenting on him. He had the face of a pig, while he still had his hair and his human body.

She did find him eventually and was delighted to see him. His looks didn't matter to her, and she still loved him.

Compared to Sun and I, the lyrics are related to how we first felt about each other.

I'm a country girl, I ain't seen a lot

But you came along, and my heart went pop

You took a little streetcar to my heart

And my apple of love fell off my apple cart

After FazCo decided to create us, I could not express emotion as Sundrop could. I did my unpaying job, which was to help the kids go to sleep after playtime. Being in the same body as Sun's, made it a little irritating. I was talking inside his head daily to tell him what and what not to do, as he did the same for me whenever we switched places.

Over time, we've grown used to our antics.

You looked at me, my heart began to pound

You weren't the sort of guy I thought would stick around

Hey, but it don't have to be eternally

My bad, bad Angel put the Devil in me

His joy and non-caring nature towards those who disliked him were what intrigued me the most from him. Besides caring for the children, comments from other people didn't phase him. But, even the happiest of people have their limits. One time in our shared headspace, I found him utterly silent in a corner. I didn't know what disturbed me most, Sun not saying a word or his vibrant colors drained, leaving a pale yellow.

"Sunny?"

No response.

I took a few more steps, gently placing my hand on his shoulder. "Sundrop, what happened?"

Yet again, no response. Instead, Sun slowly lifted his head to look at me. His bright blue eyes faded. His hand reached to touch my face, and I let him for the first time. I was not prone to be caressed by anyone close, but something about him touching me made me feel safe, like at home.

"Bad things.."

I smiled at him softly while holding him, "What bad things? Talk to me," I pleaded.

"The parents, Moon... They said bad things about you."

I scoffed lightly, stroking his back, "They're just words, Sunny, and they mean nothing to me. You mean everything."

Sundrop pulled away, looking at me with a small smile. "I do?" He was slowly regaining his color, but it wasn't enough. I pulled him closer, replying in a whisper, "Screw the people who talk badly about you or me. I care for your well-being. You've always been there for me no matter how much I ignored you, and now I see that you genuinely cared all this time. Now it's time for me to return the favor." I leaned my forehead against his. "Will you allow me?"

His eyes widened, slowly holding my hands and nodding without a response. And that was when we first kissed. We may not have been physically touching, but the feelings in our codes were there, and that's all that mattered.

You put the Devil in me

You lured me in with your cold grey eyes

Your simple smile, your bewitching lies

One and one and one is three

My bad, bad Angel, the Devil in me!

Back in the present time, the realization hit me. Sun was never shy, and he gave me a choice, whether to back out or stay in what we have now. He let me choose if I wanted to be vulnerable or If I'd let him in. After all this time, the amount of patience he managed to keep to sweep his Angel off his feet.

I pulled away from the kiss to breathe, not noticing the tears falling onto the covers. "Moony, are you okay? Do you want to stop?" Sundrop asked, wiping the tears. I shook my head with a smile, pulling him closer by wrapping my legs around his waist. "No, Sunny... you're wonderful."

I placed my mouth on one side of his neck, gently nibbling with a smile. "Thank you for being there for me, waiting patiently to open up to you, loving me unconditionally, everything!... You are my everything."

I felt him sit up, placing me on his lap around his aching erection trapped within his underwear. I let out a soft laugh while grinding on him. "Someone's getting excited."

Sun held me still, giving me the side eye with a mischievous grin. "Your sweet talk affects me differently compared to you." He shut me up, starting by fingering inside of me with his index and middle fingers while his thumb vibrated on my clitoris. "And, I wanted to thank you as well, mi Luna, for being mine."

The music continued playing as he stopped speaking.

You put the Devil in me

You put the Devil in me!

You put the Devil in me

My bad, bad Angel, you put the Devil in me

I pinched one of his sun rays, taking heavy breaths as I whispered the lyrics. "So, now my dear, I ain't the girl you knew... 'Cause the Angel's got Heaven, but I get you." My half-lidded eyes met with his as I sang the last few words, knowing he understood what I was trying to interpret.

"Oh, you got me alright," Sun whispered before pulling out his fingers and placing me back on the bed with my legs off the edge. My thighs touched both sides of his legs. "Are you comfortable to continue, darling?"

I let out a breathy 'yes,' without waiting another second. I tried to reach down and touch myself to complete my orgasm, but Sun slapped it away, causing me to whine. "Please let me finish, star, please!" I begged.

Gripping my hips, he positioned himself, gently inserting himself until he was all the way in. "Easy now, I don't want to hurt you. Are you feeling okay?" He leaned down, studying my face for any adverse reactions.

"Fuck, you feel amazing. Please keep going!" I moaned while gripping the pillows above my head.

The pace started slowly, ensuring it didn't cause discomfort, for which I was thankful. But it didn't last long until Sunny's speed set faster and faster, leaning over me, pressing every inch inside, as far as he could. His hand slid down to harshly rub my clitoris, causing me to arch my back in pleasure. The vibrations, along with the thrusts, left my mouth agape. "That's a good girl, don't worry, I'll let you have your orgasm this time," He whispered before kissing me again.

It didn't stop my mewls and grinds against his hand as he thrust.

I could feel his tongue tangling with mine, french kissing until our hearts were content. The music continued playing, nearing its end, and my orgasm was getting close.

Sundrop sped up the vibrations on his thumb while speeding up his thrusting inside without wasting time. My vagina tightened itself around him right before his cock pulsed. That's when he pulled away to stand, pulling out before thrusting two harsh thrusts, cumming on the third, right after I had my orgasm.

Oh, you put the Devil in me

We both looked at each other as Sun couldn't help but giggle suddenly. I didn't pick it up until it hit me a few seconds later, causing me to scoff and pull him down for an embrace. "You dirty-minded star."

He wrapped his arms around me, kissing my forehead lovingly, "Your dirty-minded star!"

I wouldn't say I was boring, not the extrovert the others hoped for me to be whenever they wanted to go somewhere outside of the Daycare, but I could be fun when I wanted to. The kids do like my company. Even though it was part of my programming to know how to take care of them, it was what the company built me for the children.

Us animatronics built our personalities and new knowledge by our surroundings. For example, I managed to be more confident about confrontation thanks to Moon. I am too kind and selfless toward those who don't deserve it, and it was my fear of going to Parts & Services preventing me from fighting back.

Recently, we were allowed to have our separate bodies by some wish from a shooting star. It felt odd since I kept forgetting how Moon wasn't technically inside my head anymore. We can still communicate from afar within our AI without anyone noticing.

I could also give Moon all the hugs I wanted on the bright side. It made me happy knowing I could fully comfort him at challenging times, and he's been there for me enough.

And so I sat there, observing him from the cushioned ground, at the bottom of one of the play structures.

The Daycare was closed due to the concert the glam rocks were throwing in the evening for the teenagers. And the catch was, they would all be singing a song of their choice, and not programmed into their system, something new that they had to learn from scratch.

My blue LED pupils followed the tall figure moving in the air with a cable attached. Moon was practicing handling the line by holding onto it by his feet. It wasn't essential, but he claimed that 'It was for any critical situation.'

No matter how fast he was, no matter how agile, he always made it look so majestic. A dance I wouldn't dare to join without caring about losing my rays.

But why not dance on the soft surface beneath my jingly shoes?

Just because I can't move in the air doesn't mean I don't have other options.

Slowly crawling out of the small space, I tip-toed my way towards the center of the Daycare—a soft tune playing from 'the classics, as the humans called it.

Moon and I found an interest in old music, with an array of trumpets, violins, etc.

I recognized this song as 'My Angel Put the Devil in Me.' It fit Moon so well, such a Bad Angel.

You lured me in with your cold grey eyes.

Your single smile, your bewitching lies

One and one and one is three

My bad, bad Angel, The Devil in me

I closed my eyes and let the music guide my tall form to the rhythm, not caring for the laughs I would get. It was all about the fun in dancing, after all.

Imitating the performers in the song's video, I swayed my arms, imagining the feathery fans in my hands.

My bad, bad Angel, you put the Devil in me.

You put the Devil in me.

Raising the music's volume, I sang along to the lyrics, the Moon in the sky forgotten. "You put the Devil in me!"

The song was short, nearing its end, as the exact phrase repeatedly playing—until I was suddenly swopped from my feet and held bridal style.

A squeak of surprise came out of my voicebox, to which Moon chuckled. "You're so cute when I take you by surprise."

"Weren't you practicing your super-duper critical emergency-inducing moves, Moony? Hmm?"

He kissed the tip of my nose playfully to fluster me. "I was until a bright shining star caught my eye."

He reached behind his back and held onto the line, bringing us down slowly.

"I'm sorry, Moon, I just wanted to dance," I looked down nervously, fumbling my hands together as my rays bent forward to cover my faceplate. "I wanted to be like you when you're dancing in the air like a comet."

He put me back on my feet, and some seconds passed before I heard the music rewind. The sound of trumpets filling the room, soft silicone hands prying my rays back to uncover me. Moon's gruff voice was cutting in close. "You dance just as beautiful, my shining star.." His hands moved down to hold mine and tilted his faceplate to eye me, "Will you take this dance, sunshine?"

I felt my interior self heating up, activating the cooling protocols immediately. "I.. I'd like that."

Placing my hand on his hip while holding his with the other, he did the same. We began waltzing at first, taking it slow.

I'm a country girl, I ain't seen a lot.

But you came along, and my heart went pop.

You took a little streetcar to my heart.

And an apple of love fell off my cart.

You looked at me, my heart began to pound.

You weren't the sort of guy I thought would stick around.

Hey, but it don't have to be eternally.

I sang along, whispering closely to him. "My bad, bad Angel put the Devil in me." Wrapping my arm around his waist to his surprise. "You put the Devil in me.."

He laughed at my flirtatious attitude as we swayed, his smile just as contagious.

"Your simple smile, your bewitching lies," I spun him with one hand and gently brought him back to me.

One and one and one is three.

Staring into his red LED eyes again, I whispered, "My bad, bad Angel, the Devil in me." Gently lifting his leg over my hip, the other hand gracing his lower back, I tilted him back with another whisper, "You put the Devil in me."

Moon wrapped his arms around my shoulders, bringing him up, and we slowed to sway side to side. His LED heart eyes are staring at me lovingly. "I like this side of you, Star."

The music felt more faded to our hearing receptors, nearing its end. I wrapped my arms around Moon's waist and pressed his temple against mine, "Anything for you, shooting star," I replied in a sultry tone before leaning in, pressing our lips together.

I kept our bodies pressed against each other, lowering my hands to his sides, and picked him up.

Despite my wanting to go further, I didn't want to rush it, and I wanted this to last.

Moon grasped the side of my faceplate and opened his mouth a little as an invitation. Gladly, I slowly let my tongue slip in, the hot tension growing by the second.

I draw gentle circles on his back to soothe both our anxieties. To test the waters, I moved my hand underneath his loose t-shirt and drew more circles against his smooth surface.

Moon broke the kiss with a gasp, gentle whirring leaving him. "Sun?"

I looked at him with a shit-eating grin, "Yeah?"

I had dealt with restless children before, other than Moondrop. Either they had too much sugar, managed to steal caffeine from a desk, or ingested a sun drop candy instead of the other that helps you sleep. The possibilities were countless! But I wasn't after a child. It was a young adult running away from getting the help she needed and deserved. The poor thing was starving herself, for whatever reason it might be. I intend to find out her intentions as long as she is willing to share. I wouldn't force our superstar to make herself uncomfortable. Or, maybe the daycare attendants could help.

Either way, right now, I had to find her, but how? An unknown source blocks her location, and I don't know where she is. If I tried to ask everyone else's help, they would be willing or unwilling to participate in the search party. But Beckett left me in charge on Y/n until she's in good hands, which goes for me to search alone.

'I hope I find you soon.'

Was it masochistic to listen to sad music at your worst? Maybe, or maybe not, who knew? It was a habit of mine, yet I learned to live with the pain throughout my life. In that case, it is unfortunate to adapt to living in misery, but I've rarely known anybody to live their life in true happiness. It sounds like a different reality when you think about it. People in your family support you, not losing your friends for being "selfish," not being called names by simply existing, respected; the list goes on for those so-called "born lucky."

I, on the other hand, ran away. It's not the best solution since your problems will find you eventually or are always following you until you solve them. I don't know how long I've been running, and I can't remember when I started or how I stopped. It looks like I stopped here, in this building, and it's one of the few places that made me feel safe, excluding strangers.

The main stage always felt so peaceful when we were closed, and I had no one asking questions, giving me unwanted stares, coworkers to talk to or greet, and no disturbances.

Sometimes I like to make new friends, or at least there were. It always felt like I was a bit "too much" for everyone. I took jokes too literally to the point that people got fed up with trying to correct me. I wouldn't say it was their fault since that time was before I got diagnosed. I only figured it was unnecessary for those who didn't need to know.

My mother, on the other hand, didn't deserve to know. I shouldn't have told her about my diagnosis in the first place. That was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I shouldn't have thought about trusting her even after everything she did. I always gave her second chances, only because she acted kindly towards me after every fight. She'd always say she felt guilty about it, then try to win me back by giving me hugs, kisses, buying things for me, you name it.

I had no choice but to be friendly toward her whenever she acted agreeably. Because then people would think that I'm the bad guy.

My mother wasn't the bad guy either. She's a woman who grew up differently compared to me, learned things differently, and has her perspectives and opinions. But it's for damn sure she has no right to demand respect when she hardly did the same for me whenever I "talked back" or not do what she thought was right. As long as I behave, then I get the so-called respect.

Looking around the empty mall, I breathed, trying to stay calm, "In through the nose and out of the mouth... Everything will be fine; you'll be fine and okay."

As I turned around, a shiny glint of an instrument caught my eye. An electric guitar on its stand, coated in a marigold orange with three black stripes spreading across.

I whistled as I stepped toward it, my fingers strumming the strings gently before picking it up. "You must be Gator's baby, aren't you a beauty?"

On my last few ounces of energy, before I would be swept away to the Daycare, I wanted to sing and play, just once, to let it all out. I was using unhealthy habits for two weeks to de-stress, and I had my reasons.

I knew that using people's things without their permission was wrong, and I didn't mind the consequences. If Monty wanted to get mad at me, that was understandable. I will not disrespect his choices on who he does or doesn't like.

'I may be an asshole at times or look or sound like one. People called me selfish many times before, in moments I never was in the first place. Now, I'm going to be very, very selfish.'

I strapped the guitar around me and approached the microphone on the stand before turning it on. The high-pitched noise kicked in through the speakers but barely flinched due to the tiredness kicking in a little. No matter how much energy I had left, I would use everything, and I needed this.

Plugging in the guitar, I began the song's intro by humming close to the microphone and strumming the chords on the guitar. By the sounds of it, Montgomery tuned it, thankfully.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes, starting at a low volume, just like the song. Raising the magnitude of the sound as the second went by, I imagined the drums playing along in the back to keep me focused. No music felt complete without its key instruments, except for some covers on YouTube.

"Save some face; you know you've only got one.

Change your ways while you're young!"

"Boy, one day, you'll be a man.

Oh, girl, he'll help you understand!"

"Smile like you mean it!"

My hearing sensors couldn't believe what I was listening to, a rock song. An intruder singing on the main stage? At this time of night?

I was close to shutting down in my newly installed pond near the golf course. Good thing the higher-ups let us expand our play areas to have some space for us to enjoy. It was getting old and boring to see the same things every day.

The last thing I wanted was someone singing at two o'clock in the fucking morning!

"Are you seriously skinning me alive? Now? Right now?"

Swimming towards the edge of my pond, I decided to say fuck it and walk around with my wet trunks. Even if the floor were going to get soaked, I would still teach this punk a lesson.

"Smile like you mean it!"

The words coming out of my mouth hurt me, knowing what they meant exactly. It wasn't about the drugs, a relationship, none of that.

"Looking back at sunsets on the East side."

"We lost track... of the time."

You are looking back, smiling, and accepting your choices, even at the worst and bad times.

"Dreams aren't what they used to be.

Some things slide by so carelessly.

Smile like you mean it!"

You eventually get through the hard times and smile at the end, but even the pain's still there.

"Smile like you mean it!"

I continued playing the notes, fingers sliding side to side, back and forth, changing to different positions on the strings. It felt like this rush within me, and the sudden motivation and passion pushed this sort of adrenaline to keep going, not backing down now.

I felt alive.

"And someone is calling my name from the back of the restaurant.

And someone is playing a game in the house that I grew up in.

And someone will drive her around down the same streets that I did.

On the same streets that I did."

Opening my eyes again, I couldn't see through the tears as much as I tried to blink them away. "Smile like you mean it!"

As I was on the verge of breaking down, I couldn't bring myself to stop playing. I was so close to finishing!

"Smile like you mean it!"

'Come on, y/n, just a bit further!'

"Smile like you mean it!"

Leaning one leg back while the rest of my body bent forward, I smiled wide before I sang louder, "Smile like you mean it!"

"Oh no! Oh no, no, no!"

"Oh no! Oh no, no, no!"

Tapping my foot, I imagined the drums playing in the background again, finishing the song in its final few seconds until I raised my fist high, forming the rock-on sign. "Thank you, Washington County, goodnight!"

'Fuck, everything hurts-'

I never thought I'd end up here, not in a place as fun and Bright as the Pizza plex. It was a welcoming change. I was very behind on the origins of how the pizzeria saga began, a good thing they had a hallway of how the animatronics came to be. It's not that I wasn't interested, but I didn't have the energy to do everything I was interested in due to unfortunate events.

I wouldn't say I had a terrible life, but it wasn't a happy one at that. My father died, cut off communication with my mother, barely talked to family and friends. It's not that I hate them. I didn't have the energy for communication. As sad as it is, I welcomed the lonely feeling. I had my own office in the pizza plex with a bedroom. Other than being a merchandise designer and songwriter, I explored the depths of the building to look at scrap for inspiration. Employees found it scary due to how many decommissioned robots were down there. I always noticed how they gave me the side-eye as they saw me walk past them. After all, I didn't mind being weird, and I never stopped exploring what it meant to be left alone. Sure, the scrapped cleaning bots formed into piles with lifeless eyes could be a sight to send shivers, but as a character from my favorite TV show once said, 'I love old things, it makes me feel sad. It's happy for deep people.

In other words, things that were left to gather dust give me comfort.

While working in the building for a few months, I haven't thought of getting along with the animatronics. They all seemed exciting and fun to talk to, but your anxiety and depression made it difficult. Being on medication had its downsides. No one knew about my condition besides my boss, and I preferred to keep the information private from others because I didn't want to deal with the pity.

I always dealt with my problems by myself, not because I was self-centered; it was the opposite. I'm so selfless I hardly focus on myself. I was always there for everyone who needed to talk or a shoulder to cry for comfort.

It wasn't easy to accept help while being a people pleaser.

Besides drawing to keep my emotions stable, I play my guitar in my room to help me clear my head. My father got me into rock and taught me how to play. I missed the days when we would play and sing together at night to annoy the neighbors we hated. He was my inspiration for writing music. It was a shame I started writing after he passed. My mother focused on getting a good job, being successful, and being hardworking.

She hardly took note of my mental health as I grew older, which is why I don't speak to her that much. I didn't feel like I mattered. From what I've seen from afar, the animatronic bear seemed like a father figure to many people. Of course, I'm no stalker, but I liked to observe how the animatronics were around guests as if I was studying them. If I was going to talk to them eventually, I needed to get familiar with their personalities.

Both Freddy and Chica seemed sweet to people of any age. A comforting father figure and a lovable bouncy girlfriend. While on the other hand, Roxy and Monty liked to butt heads. A more wild and fun personality with confidence like they would not take shit from anybody. I could not pick favorites of anything, and I loved them all equally for who they were.

Although, if I had to be honest, the one robot I was most intrigued by was the Dj music man. His design was incredible. I wanted to approach him some time, but I wouldn't annoy him while playing his music. So, I kept myself hidden as usual.

And last but not least, the daycare animatronics. Sundrop had an adorable personality, and it was fascinating how well he dealt with the kids. Even though he was programmed to take care of them without a fuss, I would notice how stressed he seemed in a short span. He tried to hide how sad he must've felt whenever the place was empty, and he must feel lonely.

I made a mental note to hang out with him after Sundrop did his work, to help him feel better, including his brother Moondrop. They both could use a friend to make them feel like someone cared for them.

Back to the present, it was after 6 AM, and I was working on my designs for the new hoodie collection that was going to drop. I was requested to make a digital drawing for the hoodies of the band. They didn't add specific details of what design they were looking for, which meant that I was freestyling it for the time being.

I drew doodles of what I wanted to go for and illustrated the famous members in different clothing styles. I was a sucker for the neon 90s color theme—the baggy pants with a repeated pattern and Bright jackets, and I decided to go bold and change their colors as well. Like Freddy's thunderbolt, Monty's glasses, Roxy's hair, and chica's makeup.

I added the color themes I chose for each of them on the side after doing some rough sketches of their poses. Before proceeding, I sent the samples to my boss to confirm the designs. Even though he trusts my skills and ideas, he likes to check in and see if the company's looking for something in their merchandise.

He usually didn't reply right away, so I continued on my creations while humming to the song I was listening to in my headphones.

Not that long ago, I came to find out that I was autistic, which is something that I've only shared with my boss. I always kept my headphones with me to feel 'safe' whenever I was out of my office. I was a habit and followed a routine I made for myself. I wake up, work, have a lunch break with the food I buy at a store outside the plex, work again, walk around on the bottom floors of the building, and read in bed before sleeping. Or, if I was stressed, I masturbated to sleep.

The room had foam pads to keep the noise at a lower volume. Yet I never made a sound in my private place due to force of habit. I had a bad feeling that someone somehow would hear me, and all that came out of me were shallow breaths.

The food I buy from the store isn't much but ham and bread to make a sandwich, along with some orange juice. No matter how tempting the juicy and tasty the pizza was at work, I felt a horrible feeling in my gut that I would immediately feel terrible after eating a bite.

When in a good mood, I hardly pay attention to my chubby body, yet every time I eat something with a lot of calories, I feel so self-conscious I stop eating and try to throw up what I ate.

My large breasts and chubby body made me the most insecure, and I was trying to save up for a tummy tuck and breast reduction. Besides being bullied for my looks, I had back pain, which didn't make my sleeping any more accessible.

I was already underweight; exercising for the surgery wouldn't be necessary. All I had to do was pay for the surgeries before proceeding. I already had appointments before with my doctor and talked about the types of surgery for my stomach.

While biting onto my hoodie strings, I anxiously waited for a notification. I don't know why I thought the worst in any situation, and it kept me on edge. An alarm buzzed from my fazwatch, stopping my train of thought. My boss asked me to gather a box of hoodies as a reference for my designs. I tapped my fingers against my thigh rapidly as I read. He wanted me to pick the color of the hoodies and proceed from there.

I stood up from my chair and left my office while humming to "Sunflower." My place was in a storage area near a tunnel where the giant Dj would crawl. A little too isolated, but it suited me nevertheless. I had everything I needed on shelves along with a bunch of junk I would collect from underneath the pizza plex. Almost felt like my own laboratory.

I looked around for the box that an employee supposedly dropped off for me, and it was nowhere in sight.

I searched for the parcel in circles around the place but was nowhere in sight. After pausing my headphones, I voiced my message to my boss like a walkie-talkie through the watch. "Hey sir, I can't seem to find the box you mentioned. If I had to guess, it's either delayed or misplaced" As soon as I sent my response, a sudden thump hit the door to your storage lab. No one seemed to call your name, but the faint sound of drum plates was strumming right outside repeatedly.

Without a second thought, you approached the door and opened it to look around until you looked down, and that's when you saw the source of the noise. Tiny music man on top of a cardboard box. "Aww, hey there, little guy" I knelt before him and smiled, "You brought me the hoodies I was expecting?"

His response was a slight nod with a cute little spin in excitement. He jumped off the box before picking it up to take it inside. "Thank you, you're very kind," I said before patting his little hat. His response was a slight jump while playing a playful tone before running off.