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Y'all voted for Eclipse, much to my surprise. So we're doing that one first! The Eclipse Route is a go!! Also, the AO3 link too.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63012859/chapters/162277714

Your eyes are drawn back to Eclipse’s file. It’s worn and dirty from passing through the hands of his technicians, creased and bent in awkward places. The characters doodled on the page are mostly one’s from the Megaplex, the Glamrocks, Bonnie, Foxy, Sun and Moon. There’s a doodle of a child in a striped shirt, hands holding balloons. This location used to have a Balloon Boy, or so you think. Your boss was also drawn on the page, his hair pulled back in the same style he had now. Beside him was the unfamiliar man. The doodle is a bit childish, but you think he has shoulder length dreadlocks. It looks close enough. Slowly, you reach out and take it. 

Across from you, Paul sighs. His face falls and he looks just a little disappointed. Maybe because he's supposed to be Eclipse's technician. Your grip on the folder tightens, a creeping fear that you will be asked to choose again. You don't want to choose again. Something felt as if it were drawing you towards the file. How could you possibly give it up now that it sat in your hands?

“Well, I did say to pick any of them, so go ahead. I'll take ya to meet him. Be sure to read the file on the way. First page is a general summary on his information to make things easier.” Paul says this as he stands, pushing his chair back and collecting the remaining files. He stashes them away quickly in his desk drawer.

Paul is already at the door by the time you get to your feet. You follow him slowly, peeking at the file as you walk. The first page reads:

‘Entity: Eclipse

Location: Mega Pizzaplex 

Exhibit: Superstar Daycare/Theater

Role: Security, caretaker, supervisor

Status: Active

Functional Bodies: Lune, Mars, Pluto

Non-functional Bodies: Sol, Venus, Saturn

Temperament: Docile, friendly, clever, curious, mischievous.

Notes:

-Protective of the other two attendants, believes them to be his children.

-Likes to flirt for fun, please ignore. (????) (Corporate asks that you not flirt with the animatronics.)

-Exhibits mild kleptomania, can be found taking from the lost and found or gift shops after hours.

-Stole his favorite arcade cabinet. (still has it???) (Unsure)

-Will refuse maintenance if done in the cylinder. Must be done manually. No, you cannot move him, don't try it.

-Body Lune has a damaged right leg. It throws off his balance.

-Body Sol has gone missing.’

You read as you follow Paul, curious to meet the animatronic in question. “I heard they're very life-like.” You say in an attempt to break the awkward silence. It's starting to feel strange. Unsettling. It seems Paul isn't too keen to chat, so you add, “Is it normal for him to avoid the cylinder?”

The man shrugs, glancing back at you. “Clips doesn't like it after they tried to decommission him. Sun and Moon are much the same about it.” It's a simple statement, but you suppose it made sense. You've never thought about it before, but the AI must have considered it a frightening place. 

“Okay, and this thing about different bodies?”

“It's a unique feature. He can transfer himself to any of those bodies, though the only fully functioning one right now is Lune. Hence the note about the damaged leg.” He explains, pushing open a door that leads you into the theater’s basement storage. You follow him up, rereading your file until you find yourself standing beside the stage. It didn't seem like anyone else had such a feature. You had to admit that was pretty cool.

“Aight newbie. He oughta be here soon, I pinged him as we left…” The silence settles over you two again, just as uncomfortable as it was before. 

Soon the uneven tap of metal on the tile filled the air. The bot that appeared around the corner wasn't quite what you expected, though you suppose you didn't know what to expect at all. He stood tall, dressed in a dark outfit decorated in golden circle patterns. The long, pointed hood was pulled up over his reddish orange head. His faceplate had a clear crescent shape separating both halves. 

The animatronic paused seeing you standing there, head tilting slightly to the left as he leaned heavily on the lantern pole he carried. He shrunk in on himself, the golden lights in his black eyes flickering up and down your form for such a brief moment, you thought you'd imagined it. Turning to Paul, a smooth, gentle voice crackles, “Whatever it was, it wasn't me.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You're so unproblematic. Totally innocent. Absolutely didn't cut open all the meeting room chairs, stuff them full of whoopee cushions, and then sewed the seat fabric closed again.” Paul's tired, sarcastic drawl can't hide his bemused smile. The affection there practically seeps into his tone.

Eclipse scoffs, turning his head away from Paul. “As I said, I'm innocent. Anyone could've done that. Moony is infamous for his pranks.” His gaze falls on you again, one hand coming up to grip his chin in a quizzical way. “Who is this? I've never seen them before.”

Paul glances back as Eclipse limps across the room towards you. “Your new tech. Handler. Whatever ya wanna call ‘em. Corporate is drownin’ me in work so I was hirin’ some extra help.” Eclipse hums in response and says nothing.

 It's not until he's standing in front of you that you realize he towers over you. He has to be at least seven feet tall, but you suspect he's larger because he slouches against the pole he's using as a walking stick. You flinch instinctively, feeling your cheeks burn under the weight of his curious stare. 

“I see,” Eclipse responds, reaching out slowly. He gently caresses your cheek with one large hand as he leans in. You can hear Paul sigh heavily in the background but the pounding of your heart muffled it. If it's from fear or from nervousness, you can't really tell. “Don't look so frightened my dear, I promise I won't bite… unless you’d like me to?” 

And a version without static on the screen.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39704751/chapters/99400443#workskin

So true. Tbh, I was genuinely expecting Moon or Sun to take the lead but folks really just wanted the hardest two routes lol.

A DCA choose your adventure romance (based on my DA Eclipse/Event Horizon AU. AO3 link below↓)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63012859

“Alright newbie, let's get this done. I'm yer department supervisor, Paul Sanchez. Since most of our senior staff prefers to work with the Glamrocks, I guess that leaves you to help me cover the Daycare.” The man before you leans back with his feet kicked up on the desk. His dark brown hair is pulled back into a short ponytail with an undercut. In his mouth is a lollipop, the stick poking out and wagging as he speaks.

You nod along, secretly relieved. The Glamrocks appeared friendly, but it would be a lie to say you weren't intimidated by their bulky builds. In contrast, the daycare attendant models were much scrawnier and so felt less threatening. Sure, they were all metal giants, but at least you'd have a sense of safety even if it were false.

“Glad yer still cool with it. Lot's a folks get upset when they don't get assigned a Glamrock. Anyway, let's move on to details. These are the files for the daycare attendants.” He produces four manila folders, laying only three of them in front of you. Above, the overhead lights flicker ominously and your new boss rests his chin in his propped hand. The look in his eye is deadly serious.

A shiver runs down your spine as you lower your gaze. Before you each file is labeled with the name of one of the three attendants. The cleaner two are still smudged with oil fingerprints around the opening. The names Sun and Moon are written in sharpie with different handwriting, both with little doodles around them. The name Sun is hastily scrawled in a half print, half cursive with little suns around it. Moon is written in a similar script, but with deeper curves and sharper slants and different moon phases around it.

Your gaze turns to the older file. It's dirtier, more worn, with a couple blackened edges as if burned and a few tears. Anyone could tell it had seen better days. The name written on it in big, bold cursive reads ‘Eclipse’. There's no doodles of an eclipse, but there are a few random drawings of different animatronics covering the front and one of your boss and another person you do not recognize. 

The final file still held tight in the man's hand is clearly the newest despite you never hearing about a fourth attendant. It's crisp and clean as a whistle. If there's a name written on it, you wouldn't know. Perhaps it was a new addition to aid in the daycare expansion?

Clearing his throat and glaring up at the still flickering lights, your boss adds, “Feel free to pick one. We're tryin’ to hire a personal tech for each a them. Normally I'd be Clips' tech, but my hands are full running this damned department lately. So I compiled everythin’ you might wanna know about them. Feel free to pick yer poison.”

Once again you fix your gaze on the personalized folders, glancing briefly at the one held tight in Paul's hand.