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It felt strange waking up that morning.
You felt stiff, almost “rusty” in a weird way— the idea honestly could’ve made you laugh —but you barely seemed to notice it in your grogginess.
With a strained yawn and a stretch that did nothing to help your stiffness, you stood up. You didn’t notice your strange new attire, nor did you notice the unfamiliar room you were in.
However, you did notice when you weren’t able to step a foot away from your bed.
You turned around with a puzzled hum, staring at what seemed to be a taut cord connected to something on your back as you moved a hand up to scratch your head in confusion.
Then you finally, actually, really noticed.
You patted your head, confusion bubbling up as you tentatively prodded at what felt like pointy, flat triangles sticking out of your head.
Careful poking quickly turned into frantic groping as you noticed— holy fuck, this isn’t your face.
You could feel panic steadily rising in you— it was a little strange you weren’t hyperventilating too by now —as you frantically sifted through the messy, unfamiliar space around you. Fearful curses bubbled up in what was definitely not a throat but seemingly a voice box, and you were quick to realize the voice was nowhere near your own.
You almost wanted to believe it was something akin to muscle memory that guided you to the small, plastic handheld mirror hidden underneath a crate full of bottles of glitter glue, but you didn’t focus on that as you shakily held it up to “your” face.
Blank, white eyes stared back at you through the reflection, sitting against a sun-like faceplate adorned with a crescent shape and a wide, unnerving smile. You carefully prodded at the orange “rays,” wincing lightly as the conscious touch sent a strange shiver down your spine.
Red ruffles sat around your neck, matching the mock-tutu around your waist and the ribbons around your wrists tying bells together. Slippers with bells at the toes hung off your feet, but you could tell from only a glance they were literally attached to the metal frame. For some odd reason, save for the shoes and accessories, you were only wearing a pair of red and yellow striped balloon pants, making you feel oddly exposed. A pair of faux buttons on your chest seemed to attempt the illusion of a shirt, but it obviously wouldn’t work on the wearer.
You were about to try and angle the mirror so that it showed you where the cable connected to you, only to realize… your head can turn all the way around now. Same with your torso.
Well, not yours, but… yup.
Cool.
Cool cool cool cool cool.
Okay, so you’ve successfully removed the cable— was it a charger of some kind? It felt kinda… charger-y?? —… now what?
You don’t know what’s going on anymore. You didn’t know where you were, what happened to you, why you were in a robot body— you don’t even remember what managed to lead up to whatever the hell was going on. In fact… what did you remember?
You unconsciously shifted your gaze down toward your hand, flexing the foreign digits.
Well, you remembered… things.
You remembered you were a person.
Just a normal human being.
You lived alone, without a roommate, or significant other, or any pets, and you… what did you do for a living, again? Why was it suddenly so fuzzy?
You were suddenly distracted by a deep, raspy groan, sounding as if it were right next to your ear. Or even practically inside your head…
‘Sun..?’ the voice seemed to hiss out, making you jump. You were almost hyper aware of how the rays retreated behind your faceplate with your surprise. ‘You’re up late…’
You struggled to search for a response. Your name wasn’t “Sun,” it was—
Oh no.
Did you not remember your name?
‘Sun?’ the voice repeated, sounding almost… concerned? ‘Are you okay..?’
You hesitated, subconsciously fidgeting with the ribbons on your wrists, before responding out loud, “…no?”
You shifted your gaze back over to the mirror. You noticed that you actually did have pupils— they were just lights behind opaque white eyes, which.. wasn’t any less unsettling, actually.
“I-I, um..”
You weren’t about to talk to an apparent voice in your head— that technically didn’t actually seem to belong to you —were you?
“W-What’s happening?” you hesitantly squeaked out, more than unnerved by the fact you weren’t hearing your own voice when you talked, “I just— I-I don’t— H-How? Who?”
You were totally gonna talk to the voice.
There was a long, awkward pause.
‘Did they wipe your memory somehow?’ the voice asked, sounding almost accusatory, ‘I swear, if they actually—’
They cut themself off.
Then, suddenly, they shouted at you, ‘Who the hell are you!? Get out of Sun’s system, you virus!’
You jumped back, despite the fact that clearly wouldn’t work to get you away from a voice in your damn head.
“What the fuck are you talking about!?” you anxiously spat back, “A-And who’s Sun? What’s happening?! I-I don’t— I’m not a virus!”
They growled at you, making you shrink into yourself a little.
‘What are you then, huh?’ they hissed at you accusingly, ‘Because you’ve clearly infected Sun’s entire system— how’d you even get in there in the first place!?’
“I don’t know,” you growled back, managing to shove down your initial fear in favor of scolding the voice, “I-I just— I woke up a few minutes ago, thinking ‘oh, just another day in my normal human life,’ a-and suddenly, I’m a fucking robot! Do I look like I know what’s going on?!”
There was an awkward silence following your outburst, making you fidget nervously. Are they gonna give you the silent treatment or something now? You don’t actually think you can handle being alone right now…
‘How’d you get past our profanity filters?’ the voice suddenly asked.
You felt a strong urge to facepalm, but you promptly ignored it.
“That’s what you're worried about?” you asked, “Not the whole ‘I’m supposed to be a human’ part?”
For some reason, you could almost sense the faceless voice fidgeting nervously at your words.
‘Well, that too,’ they admitted, ‘b-but our entire system prevents profanity or inappropriate language of any kind! How did you bypass it as just a rudimentary virus!?’
You couldn’t help but scoff. “‘Rudimentary’?” you echoed, “I feel like I should be offended by that, but I’m not even a virus! Why do you keep calling me one?!”
‘Because you are one!’ they spat right back, ‘We’ve had a virus before, and we know how it works. You take control, you rewrite our coding, and you mess with our heads!’
You couldn’t help but notice how they were starting to sound less angry and more… fearful? Anxious?? Their raspy voice made it hard to tell. Either way, it still made you feel kinda bad for.. whatever it was you did.
‘And right now, you’re taking complete control of our body!’ they continued, finishing with a huff.
“I’m… sorry?” you hesitantly said, turning toward a ladder leading up to what you think is a second floor, “I didn’t… mean to take you over or anything. I’m not gonna screw with anything either, I swear. I just—…”
You tried to take a breath to calm yourself, then another because that somehow didn’t work, until you remembered you didn’t exactly have lungs anymore and therefore could breathe in the first place. You then ignored the sudden urge to yawn/sigh as you continued.
“I don’t know what’s going on, really,” you say, sitting back on the bed and resting your head in your hands, making a note to avoid the sensitive rays, “I don’t know how I did this, or where I am, or who you are— hell, I don't even think I know who I am!”
The voice didn’t respond for a few minutes, and you almost wondered if they’d somehow muted you or themself— or maybe you’d managed to imagine that entire conversation on your own due to sheer stress and insanity —until they finally seemed to collect their thoughts.
‘…let’s start with who I am, then,’ they finally said, sounding a lot less angry and accusatory now, ‘my name’s Moon— though I’ve also been called Moondrop, Moonrise, and other nicknames like that —and I’m the… old Naptime Attendant, current Daycare security…’
You raised your head out of your hands, giving the wall a perplexed look, “…I’m not gonna bother with questioning that hesitation— and where am I exactly? The… daycaaaaare—?”
‘The Superstar Daycare,’ Moon corrected, ‘property of Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex.’
“That’s an excessively long name,” you comment with a light chuckle.
‘I know,’ they grumbled lowly, ‘anyway, as much as it pains me to say this, Sun’s still completely unresponsive, so we… we need to go to Parts and Services.’
“Parts and huh?” you echoed softly, “Doesn’t sound… too bad? What’s so bad about that?”
‘It’s the plex’s… “repair station”,’ they nearly hissed out, like simply the idea disgusted them, ‘Sun and I haven’t had the best experience there, but I’m gonna need you to go down there so they can wake Sun up…’
“That’s a good idea..” you say.
You nearly try to give them a reassuring smile until you remembered that, one, you can’t move your face, and two, they wouldn’t see it either way. You settled for giving a thumbs up you knew was in your view, in hopes that they could see it through your eyes somehow.
You hesitantly continued, moving to stand up again, “A-And how do I go about… um.. leaving here, exactly?”
This was gonna be a long day, wasn’t it?