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It had been a regular day. However, it was long ago, of course.
He remembers begging Sun if he could join the children for their arts and crafts hours. Sun had sighed and crossed his arms over his broad chest as he looked up at the taller.
"Eclipse... You're not supposed to interact with the Starlings... Moon and I could get in trouble for letting you even be in here in the Daycare." Sun had said with a soft sigh escaping his lips.
"Sun, please. I will be good. I will not act out of line. I just want one hour with the kids, then I will return to my post, I promise." He had pleaded with his smaller counterpart.
He was taller than Sun and Moon, but they were all alike. He was a mix of Sun and Moon's codes; he wanted to entertain children so badly, but he was just a security bot.
Sun had given him an exasperated look, and with a wave-like spin of his rays, he gave the taller a nod.
"But just an hour, and that's it! Alright?"
He hadn't been able to believe it, the shock, the excitement, the warmth in his code.
"Yes, yes! Thank you, Sunny!" He quickly went to the children who knew of him as Super Eclipse, as Moon had spun a story of him rescuing kids from dangerous people, so the Starlings adored him when he would pass the Daycare.
He sat down at the small table as he watched and interacted with the kids happily. They were drawing and laughing together, and it felt so good. He felt so happy, so content, his three rays giving a weak wiggle.
He was watching a small boy drawing himself as Robin and him as Batman.
Cody. Cody was maybe his biggest fan. Cody was around five years old and so excited whenever he would walk past the windows when he patrolled.
"Mr. Eclipse! What do you think? Do you like it? Do you?" The kid asked excitedly as he held his drawing up to the tall android, who gently and carefully took the small drawing into his huge hands and smiled softly, awfully fond.
"I love it, Cody. Thank you." The drawing was... A child's drawing. It was stick figures, but you could tell it was him and Cody.
He felt his eye twitch at the red color Cody had used, and his hands itched, which confused him as he gently put down the paper.
"Mr. Eclipse?" Cody asked softly, the other kids stopping with their art as they watched the tall android; they looked startled and confused.
His hand jerked hard, a horrible twitch.
"I am okay, Starlings! Do not worry!" He said with a nervous grin, but Cody moved closer to him, worry in his eyes.
He took note of where Sun and Moon were for some reason...? His systems deemed them far enough away. He looked confused. "Starling-" He began only for a haze to cover his view; it all got dark.
He could feel his body move.
A warm and wet feeling on his hands.
Dripping. A growl from his lips.
He tried to regain control of his vision and body, but something was hindering him.
He heard screaming and crying. Frantic voices from Security guards traveled around him suddenly, and then more screaming.
He felt scared, terrified, horrified.
He couldn't connect to Sun or Moon via their shared headspace but heard them beg him to stop.
Stop what? What was happening?
He timed how long this fog lasted.
Four hours.
Four hours. Before he got out of the daze, he found himself pinned on the floor on his stomach by Freddy. Roxy. Monty and Chica. He frantically looked at them. "Please! What is happening!?" He shouted. Scared. His wires and fans were twitching.
The animatronics held him down, his hands pinned on his back. Their grip was firm. They didn't answer his cries, only looked over to Sun, who was shaking and covered in blood. His eyes looked empty, haunted.
Moon was also covered in blood. Holding something. Someone. In his arms.
His eyes widened. "No. No, no, no, no, no! NO, NO, NO, NO!" He yelled as it turned into agonizing sobs. "NO, NO!"
Moon was holding what was left of Cody.
"THAT WASN'T ME, IT WASN'T ME! I CAN'T HURT ANYONE! IT WASN'T ME!" he kept yelling, wriggling underneath the animatronics hold. He sobbed.
Moon was silent, eerily so. He held the body, just gazing at it like he could will the child to wake up again.
Sun was the first one to move. His hands were shaking, and Eclipse watched him nervously.
"Sun-" He choked out as he tried to free his hand. So he could touch Sun to calm him. But he couldn't move.
Sun dropped to his knees gently, and Eclipse slowly got his head pressed down by Freddy. Onto the colored floor, his cheek pressed hard against it as he felt Sun's light touch on the back of his neck. He was moving Eclipse's hair out of the way.
"No! Sun! Please don't! Please, I can't! Do not shut me down; please do not! It's so dark, and I can't- please don't leave me in the dark!" He cried out.
Sun didn't answer Eclipse's pleas as he felt his neck panel being opened. He shuddered as Sun wrapped his fingers around a bunch of wires, and he sobbed again. "Please don't, please," he begged. "Please, Sunny, please don't; it wasn't me! I would never hurt anyone!"
He heard Sun taking a sharp breath, and then he felt it.
His wires got pulled, and he fell slack. His system warned him that his wires weren't okay.
His eyes faded to nothing but blanks, though he was still aware.
"... I will call them," Moon said. Eclipse supposes it has to do with Cody.
"Okay." Was all Sun responded, his tone flat, as he stood and walked to do something. Eclipse guessed.
The rest of the animatronics were quiet, though he heard some mumble to Moon about helping.
Eclipse zoned in and out of awareness; his body had locked and not shut down, though, to everyone around him, it would look like he was powered off.
He couldn't feel himself, but he heard movement; he was being moved somewhere. He thinks it's Monty who's carrying him. He liked Monty; they played mini golf together on his patrol rounds and talked a lot. Eclipse could hear Monty mutter something but couldn't tell what the animatronic told him.
He zoned out again.
Then, he heard a heavy thunk, which probably meant he was sat down and propped up against a wall. He could see a tiny bit, but the room was dark. Monty's heavy footsteps meant he left for the door, then the door shut and locked. He was alone. He tried to move but couldn't.
It was so dark in this room.
Abandoned.
Stained.
He was left here until he would be found again.
That's at least what he remembers.
The virus is so strong it's tiring. At least he thinks it has to be a virus. He hopes he isn't like this. He's not someone who hurts anyone. He hopes.
Oh, he hopes.