So now they turn Sun into a spy
Summary: Sun is depressed. The only thing makes him function is taking care of Dazzle, but now even do that cost him a day of sleeping and laying... And for the worse, some big bad guy is about to destroy the multiverse again, including Dazzle's school. So now to protect or get out of the threat of the Sun Sanctuary, Sun has to pretend as Servant - a mad man. Sun knew he should take acting lesson from Ruin when he has chance.
TW: depression language. I don't know. This Sun in this story is pretty much sad
Sometimes Sun wondered why he felt nothing.
And then he remembered that he was depressed.
(Two weeks before Sun's assignment)
The morning the sun brought a refreshing breeze to everything. The sky was clear, the clouds had dispersed, and flowers were in bloomāa perfect day to go outside.
If only everyone thought so.
"Sun, get out of bed right now!! This is getting out of control!!! You know what Moon had to call me for!!!"
The curtains had obscured the bright sky and the energy carrying vitamin D. The cup had probably been there for over a week; a few bugs had taken over and were having a pool party. The duvet cover was wrinkled, curled into the shape of a lifeless animatronic, oblivious to the angry shouts of the remaining orange daycare attendant.
The stagnation and gloom of this room stemmed from its owner.
Sun just lay there, and suddenly that was all he wanted to do. It felt like no matter how much energy he charged, his battery would never be full. Even something as simple as turning on the screen and watching something interesting was difficult for Sun, when what he did almost every day was lie there staring at the ceiling and letting his battery drain until the next day.
Animatronics don't need sleep, but Sun liked the silent darkness that gently covered him . a blink of an eye enough to make time pass faster.
At first, it was just to kill time.
Dazzle went to summer camp for a week, and everyone in the family was busy. And Sun was lonely.
Obviously, his life now revolved around Dazzle, and Dazzle was having fun elsewhere.
And Sun had no friends either. He wasn't sure he could call any of the Glamrocks friends, at most colleagues. And things had become incredibly awkward with Rosiebell ever since she betrayed him and confessed her feelingsā¦
And any old friends? Freddy? Chica? Glamrock Freddy? Even Golden Freddy? Honestly, Sun hadn't been in touch with them since they moved away. It was hard to do that when about two-thirds of his memories with them were filled with Eclipse taking over his body and acting like a madman, torturing everyone he cared about for fun.
The old Sun would probably have immediately made new friends. Good heavens, he could find Lunar funny too. But the Sun he was now just wanted to lie down and relax.
And Sun did as he pleased.
At first, just on the sofa, staring blankly at the TV.
Then Sun realized he wasn't watching TV either, and the mattress was more comfortable.
And in the blink of an eye, hours turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months
Jack was either playing or doing something else, so he didn't notice. Everything was quite calm at both Sun Sanctuary and Moon Haven, so no one contacted him, and Moon was doing something with Carmie.
Just the Sun and the endless universe.
Then Dazzle returned, and Sun's energy came back.
And it immediately vanished the moment his little deer girl left.
His excuses for staying home increased, and his cleaning became much more neglected. His magic practice sessions with Dahlia were gradually missed, and Sun felt like he was falling back into the period when Nexus and he were drifting further and further apart.
His habit of sleeping so much that he forgot to wash the dishes was probably the climax that drew everyone's attention.
"Come on, Sun, take a walk, maybe it'll do you good."
Now it was pleading. What's next? Acceptance? Sun felt sorry for Solar, who had just gone through a heartbreaking ordeal with Nebula, and now had to take care of him.
Moon's memory lapses were already a terrible problem to deal with, and now this.
Would it remind Solar of his Sun? A dark thought flashed through Sun's mind and was immediately blocked.
He remembered the first few days. Everything was so irritable, becauseā¦ Sun had become inexplicably sad.
And Sun tried to be as lively as before, but the more he tried, the more he wanted to go back to bed and lie down.
Then they became gentler, at Terra's suggestion, to give him time to recover.
And then they lost their patience again and became even more irritable than before.
One day, Sun could hear indistinct shouts from someone saying how selfish he was to lie there while everyone else was stressed; the next day, these gentle voices returned, saying he needed to try to recover because Dazzle was very worried about him.
Sun felt he had lost something, and he didn't know what it was.
Today it was Solar's turn.
Sun wanted to tell him to give him a few minutes and then he could sit up, but for some reason, his voice was too dry, making Sun not want to say a word.
The blanket was thrown off him, and a rough hand pulled him up. Solar was never gentle. His relative was like a wrench in their handsātough, brutal, and solving problems in the most violent way possible.
Anyway, the robots didn't feel anything.
Solar dragged him into the bathroom, letting the cold water run down his palms.
"Here, wipe your face. I can't believe you let the oil get all over the sheets and pillows like that." Solar grumbled, but still placed a clean, wrung-out towel on his soaking wet hands. "Dazzle's gone to school, Joy's helped out. Believe it or not, they said we should move you to Sun Sanctuary," Solar held up two fingers in each hand, making quotation marks in the air, "like they didnāt imply because of us that you're like this."
Sun shook his head, then nodded. He wanted to say that no one in the family had anything to do with him being like this, it simply happened because it happened, but that was hard to express simply by nodding or shaking his head.
"Yeah, I know." Solar rolled his eyes as they dragged him out of the bathroom like a little duckling. The whole house was silent. It was Wednesday, and everyone had to work. There were quite a few machines and taxes that needed Solar's attention, yet they were still here, because Sun was in a state where he couldn't take care of himself.
It shouldn't be like this.
Sun should feel guilty for adding to everyone's burden.
But no, Sun felt nothing but sleepiness.
The noise from the door made him lose his balance; Sun almost stumbled down the stairs.
The metal joints creaked from disuse, and perhaps his laziness in lubricating them in bed had made things a little worse.
The air smelled of fresh cinnamon. The sunlight dappled Sun's face, warm like someone's fingers gently caressing his cheek.
Both of them walked aimlessly along the sidewalk. Occasionally, Sun would see a few bicycles rattling on the cement.
Sun's once shrill voice was now softer and hoarser. It was almost as if Dark Sun had risen from the grave and was staring at him in the mirror.
"Let's go for a walk. You need the sunshine." Solar didn't even turn around, still pulling him along.
"I'm not human, Solar." Sun clung to Solar's hand, quickening his pace, keeping up with their rhythm. "Sunshine only makes my paint fade faster."
"No, but you're already a bum, so it's no different. āSide, You're not a child, Sun, you know what I mean."
Sun knew, and he knew he was being spoiled and ungrateful. But all his commands now were to get back to his bed and his soft blanket. And Sun's energy had been poured into Dazzle, making her believe her father is better.
"If you keep acting like this, I'll send you to the Sun Sanctuary for real." Solar growled, holding Sun's hand tightly.
Ah, it seems Sun touched Solar's anger button earlier than usual today.
That was just a statement.
Solar didn't even mean it.
Sun didn't want to go, and neither did Solar, Moon, or anyone elseā¦ He wasn't sure about Terra because his sister seemed to think Sun Sanctuary would be better for him, but for a moment, the fan in his chest seemed to stop spinning.
"Forget it." There was a sigh, as if someone was trying to regain their composure. "I didn't mean it that way."
"ā¦Yeah." Sun didn't want to say it was actually his fault for provoking Solar because the last time he said something similar like that, Moon smashed a TV and almost stormed off.
"Do you want some ice cream?"
And without waiting for his answer, they went for ice cream.
Solar had a bright yellow ice cream that smelled like mango and banana. Sun, though not wanting to eat it, took a green tea flavor.
The cold sensation made Sun a little more alert, enough to feel ashamed of himself. Sun just wanted to do something, perhaps get back to work, or erase from his family's memory the fact that he had been lying in bed for over a month for no reason.
But then the cheerful feeling after eating the ice cream vanished, and Sun's mind gradually solidified into a strange numbness.
"Dahlia was looking for you the other day."
They fell into a quiet space, enjoying their ice cream before Solar broke the silence.
"What for?" Sun asked, bewildered. The last time they met, both hadā¦ left a rather bad impression on each other. Dahlia blamed him for dragging Moon into trouble, while Sun was angry at Dahlia's arrogant attitude.
It's true that they behaved normally afterward, but then they gradually saw each other less and less, andā¦
Actually, this had been going on for a while; it was just the final bell that shattered the glass.
Sun and Dahlia were always like two parallel lines, no matter how hard they tried, the closest they could get was peaceful social interaction, never truly understanding each other.
"There's some kind of missionā¦" Solar's voice was hesitant, as if they weren't happy to report it to Sun. "And it's urgent. So urgent that they said if you don't see them, they'll come looking for you."
"But they've never contacted me before?" Sun frowned, trying to remember if, in a moment of 'recklessness,' he had inadvertently blocked Sun Sanctuary's number and signal.
"Ah noā¦ This is our fault." Solar turned away, looking a little embarrassed. Ohā¦ Sun really wanted to ask more questions.
But he was too tired to care.
And what good would asking do if he couldn't solve it anyway?
"So, what do we do now?" Sun fiddled with the cone, a fluffy cloud of ice cream drifting right up to his cone.
"The answer is up to you, Sun," Solar said seriously. "The important thing is, do you want to meet them?"
"They'll find us anyway, and besides, Dazzle studies there. I don't want to embarrass her."
Sun muttered. What could possibly happen? Sun is useless. The ability to find wither shards? With the power of The Star, what did they need? Magic? Plenty of people more skilled and ruthless than him. Intelligence? Please.
Sun wasn't so stupid and lacking in common sense as to overestimate himself above other animatronics.
Perhaps except for Funtime Freddy.
The day Sun acknowledge Funtime Freddy is smarter than him, that's the day Sun will go to Eclipse's house and ask them out on a date.
"We need you to spy for us, Sun."
Solar contacted Sun Sanctuary, and just minutes later, Dahlia appeared.
Hello, Sun, it's been so long.
Hello, Sun, I'm sorry for always acting like a know-it-all.
No, of course not. A quick, concise, and straightforward style, without caring if it annoys others. Classic Dahlia. Sometimes, even though Dahlia is a sun, he finds them more like moons.
"What did you say?" Sun asked, bewildered, his brain still reeling from Solar grabbing him by the back.
"Didn't we make it clear last time? Except for Dazzle's matter, we don't want anything to do with Sun Sanctuary anymore." Solar snarled. The bloodthirsty hatred of his relative almost silenced Sun. The key word was, 'almost'.
"That's not your business to decide. You said it yourself. The choice rests with Sun." Dahlia spoke softly, but their words were like daggers piercing Solar's heart.
"Were you eavesdropping on us?!" Solar nearly lunged forward, if Sun hadn't pulled them back from behind.
"I think it's all just a misunderstanding, isn't it, Dahlia?" Sun cleared his throat, meeting Dahlia's black eyes. They were always like a stagnant lake, pitch black and bottomless, with only a glimmer of silver like moonlight shining into the depths.
"I was looking for you, Sunā¦ The timing of Solar calling me and my arrival was quiteā¦ coincidental. Overhearing your conversation was purely coincidentalā¦ I apologize for any offense."
"Do you think we're three-year-olds who would believe that?" Solar scoffed. Of course, a non-violent Solar was an Eclipse who had lost both limbs, meaning they were no match for Dahlia's sharp tongue. And Sun, just to prevent the two from coming to blows, immediately changed the subject.
Solar's expression shifted slightly; it seemed Solar knew a little about this.
"Servantsā¦ Do you remember them?" Dahlia asked hesitantly.
"The guy everyone's wanted? What happened to him?" Sun's closest thought was that they had injured someone, like they had tried to kill Sun. His second thought was that someone had killed them.
But whatever it was, it left a deep, agonizing black hole in his chest.
"No. We captured them last week. Butā¦" Dahlia's voice grew more strained. "Recently, during the investigation, we found some evidence suggesting the Servant had contact with a dangerous individualā¦"
"How dangerous, and why do you need the Sun?" Solar interrupted.
"If you let me handle itā¦ Dangerous like Ruinā¦ Or Lord Eclipseā¦ That's an incredibly evil and power-hungry manā¦"
"And you think Sun is suitable?" Solar sneered. "Aren't you all so capable? Why don't you do it yourselves?"
Ignoring Solar's criticism, Dahlia turned to him.
"Sunā¦ Do you rememberā¦ the evil man I once served? The one I blindly trusted?ā¦ That's him."
Dahlia's eyes seemed to pierce Sun's soul.
"I can't participate because I'd be incredibly reckless, not to mention they might recognize meā¦ Andā¦ among the Suns, your dimension signature code and Servant's are the closest. They're essentially a variant, a branch from the original timeline. The Servant is you, from a bad futureā¦ So, we desperately need your help to continue the investigation."
"If we don't stop his plot, I fear everything will be destroyedā¦"
Dahlia was saying something, but Sun's mind was focused on only one thing. The person who tried to kill him months ago turned out to be him.
No wonder they were so crazy.
Sun wondered when he would go crazy like that.
In the distance, there was the sound of arguing.
Sun thought it was far away, until he realized it was Solar's voice.
They looked incredibly angry, to the point that even the sharp black spikes on their rails seemed to stick out.
"IS THAT SUN FOR YOU??? A TOOL TO EXPLOIT??! I KNEW YOUR PREVIOUS OFFER TO HELP SUN WASN'T GOOD-WILLED!!!"
"On the contrary, Solar. We genuinely want to help Sun. But this situation..."
"It happened so suddenly that no one had time to react."
"Whatā¦ what would happen if I didn't agree?" Sun stammered, feeling fortunate that he had been so numb that he didn't feel the constant anxiety churning in his stomach.
"Nothing would happen." "We'll continue our investigation in the usual way, with the chance of finding the enemy dropping to 3 percentā¦"
Sun knew Solar was angry on his behalf, but he was too tired and stressed out by the shouting.
"It won't hurt youā¦ Weā¦ Iā¦ Solar agreed to lend you the Star if you agreeā¦ It's a source of power usable in all dimensions, maybe you could even use it to fix Moon's memory problem."
"It sounds like a threat," Sun muttered, moving closer to Dahlia, their bodies still carrying the familiar scent of flowers. "Even though I don't want to agree, I have to, am I right, Dahlia?"
The ruthless and cold general in the story Sun heard standing still like a statue, then they nodded. There was a slight feeling of regret and guilt in their eyes, but Sun was tired.
Sun didn't want to bother with such pointless matters.
"I.. I need to tell Moon first."
The answer was almost a delay, but like building a house with toothpicks; it crumbles at the first gust of wind.
Then Sun turned, pulling Solar along. There was nothing more to say, and he believed Dahlia wouldn't chase after them either.
So now they had to comply.
Just as he would comply when they needed him.
And now, they were going home.
Goshā¦ Moon will be pissed.
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