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Vanessa hated her job.
Hated her brother who was the reason she was working this stupid job, hated watching these stupid animatronics whine and cry all night, hated the ever present smell of the stupid greasy pizza, but…
There was one thing she maybe, sort of still liked, or didn't all the way hate, at least.
The daycare was quiet now, it had closed over an hour ago, but Moon was probably still awake, cleaning after their long day and letting Sun get much needed rest.
He was like a father to her, more than her own, real father was, when he was still alive at least. Victor had just always been.. busy.
Even with her resentment of the animatronics that had started when her father had become too engrossed in his work and only grew exponentially as she did her night guard job, she still had fondness for the daycare attendants.
Vanessa made her way over to the platform right below their room.
“Moon!” She called, the daycare attendant probably wasn't asleep yet, likely waiting for Vanessa to stop by.
He quickly made his way down, the mechanisms that he got down from the platform with were admittedly quite impressive, visually at least.
“Vanny! It's good to see you.” He greeted her.
“Yeah, yeah, you saw me last night too.” She responded, but she wasn't really annoyed with how excited he was to see her.
“I know… how have you been?” He asked.
“Fine.” She hurriedly answered, as if her ratty ponytail and the bags starting to form under her eyes weren't dead giveaways. Even if they were, he seemed to ignore that.
“Any.. new projects?” He asked.
“Uh… no.” That was only half a lie. She had an idea for a new project, yeah, but that doesn't mean she'd actually worked on it yet.
“Oh. Anything.. new?” He asked again, starting to look very obviously worried.
“No. Same crummy job, same crummy life, okay?”
“Oh, Vanny, we can talk if-”
“I don't want to talk about it, okay Moon? Just… goodnight.”
She walked off, back into the dark of the shut off Pizzaplex. They didn't talk again for a while.
Months later, and she'd done it. She'd gone through with her plan. She was going to save humanity. So why did she feel like throwing up..?
Whatever, it didn't matter now, after all, who's gonna miss the kid, his mother? That was ridiculous.
Vanessa let herself slump back against the wall, nearly hitting her head against the concrete enough to hurt. She only had one person to talk to, besides her journal.
Well, not really a “person”.
Moon was in his tower getting ready for bed, like he always was at this hour. It didn't take long to call him down, and ask him to lift her into the tower too.
He was sitting cross legged on the floor now, Vanessa sitting next to him, her hair a ratted mess and her eyes looking sunken. She was the picture of health, really.
“Vanessa… is something wrong..?” He asked her. Everything was wrong.
“Oh, I don't know, maybe everything?” She answered truthfully, too tired to even lie. There was still blood on her clothes. Had she even been wearing these then..? It wouldn't wash out.
If Moon saw it he must've rationalized it as a nosebleed or something.
“What do you mean by that..?” Had he always looked like that? She shook her head, Vanessa was probably just delirious.
She didn't answer. She flopped over, laying her head in Moon’s lap, like she had when she was still five. She was twenty-nine now. Vanessa hated that she missed him so much.
This didn't feel like it used to. Vanessa wasn't the same person anymore though, was she?
“... Am I going to hell?” She asked, voice more whiny and vulnerable than she wanted it to be.
“Vanny, why would you ask that?” She couldn't see his face anymore. That didn't make sense.
“Because I killed a kid.” She hurried out. Oh God, why did she say that? He was the daycare attendant, he'd never forgive her, he'd never-
She did it. She just.. deactivated him. She knew he'd be fine. This wasn't dying, it was.. something else. She'd just erase his memory a little, she'd just…
Why couldn't she move?
Vanessa woke up in a cold sweat, throwing herself forward and breathing hard, oh. She'd dreamt that. It meant nothing then, she wasn't going to hell, she didn't-
Oh. N-no, that part was real. She chided herself for getting her hopes up.
Well, whatever, Moon would never find out, anyways. So what did it matter, then? One little orphan boy for the sake of humanity.
It was for the greater good, after all.