more immortal y/n thoughts except it’s basically a direct continuation of my last post
Cw for mentions of blood and bones breaking (whoops sun accidentally breaks your back and not in the sexy way)
it’s a miracle you and moon managed to clean the remaining evidence of his earlier… “fit,” before it began to stain.
you dutifully helped the poor stunned animatronic clean himself as he refused to say another word after his last half-spoken question. his fingers twitched every time you ran the rag over his joints, clenching and unclenching, as if reliving just how easily your neck snapped underneath his gripped.
you didn’t force him to speak. he seemed frazzled as is, and you knew nothing you said would help. even after all this time, you still weren’t the best at comforting people.
however, even as you managed to clean the last visible bit with the rag soaked in bleach that stung your skin and nostrils lightly with each passing second you held it, moon didn’t seem too keen on leaving you just yet.
you expected more questions. horrified looks. guilt.
instead, he looked at you like a blessing straight from the lord.
you knew what moon looked like when he was excited. you observed everything around you almost as much as a machine like he was. mostly a habit stemmed from years of boredom and paranoia.
it was hard to tell whether you wanted to treat it like a fresh breath of air, or wanted to be offended by the fact of it.
you made no comment as you simply returned to the employee’s lounge— entirely empty, considering the lack of human staff in this place and even less of them voluntarily taking night shift for a multitude of reasons —to change into your spare clothes.
moon silently followed, lingering outside the door while you changed, and trailing behind you as you continued your night shift as if nothing happened. you trusted moon would scrub the footage of what just happened, if any of the cameras there were even on.
the next day, you chose to take over a coworker’s shift looking over the daycare. they gratefully let you, muttering something about the daycare attendant being freaky that you knew not to react to.
as you walked in around ten minutes before the daycare closed, you were greeted by a completely clueless sun bounding over to his favorite adult in the pizzaplex.
it was clear that moon had kept last night’s events a secret from his counterpart, and you were thankful for that. while you were fully prepared to give sun some half-assed explanation and comfort, it was obviously much more preferable to just not have to do any of that.
the day was slow compared to what you’ve heard happens in the daycare. only a couple children say hello to you, and the rest are occupied by sun’s usual entertaining antics. the animatronic even tries to tempt you into joining a couple games, to which you stubbornly deny each offer, much to his dismay.
as you dutifully watch him do his job, your eyes probably not blinking as you zone out a little, you notice something strange.
a little speck of something right on the rim of his little tutu.
specifically glowing a soft gold.
hm. so you didn’t do as good a job as you thought you did.
there was a pang of shame that you automatically stamped out with ease. didn’t matter. it wouldn’t stand out against his normal color scheme, and would probably go away in a few days. maybe a week at most.
the thought leaves your mind as quickly as it came to it, and you spend the rest of your day staring into space as the daycare attendant herds all the children around like hyperactive sheep.
eventually, your shift comes to a close as the daycare does as well.
you make no moves to leave, though, seeing as your next night shift starts in about an hour or so.
sun’s quick to run over to you as soon as the last child is gone, kneeling to your height in front of the desk like a dog eager for praise.
he babbles on about how the children were so nice today and he even got a few new pictures from the kiddos— apparently one was a liiiiiittle disturbing, but he didn’t mind because it was from his little superstars! —and that he just wanted to talk to you a little before he started cleaning up.
at one point, he asked for a quick little hug, to which you, of course, complied.
you stood up, and before you could each register it, he’d scooped you up and tugged you tight against his chest, arm wrapped around you like a vice.
during your earlier days here, he’d been very hesitant to hug you in fear of you getting mad or accidentally hurting you.
you reassured him you gave no fucks if he wanted to be touchy, and by now he took your word for it.
you barely noticed when his grip started to tighten, nor when pressure began to build up at the middle of your spine where his arms wrapped around your abdomen, and neither did sun.
however, you and him both noticed when his grip tightened a little too much, and a sickening snap rang out.
instantly he drops you, apologizing profusely and tentative pressing at your back for injuries, while you simply groan and hold your back as if it was just some simple back pain.
“No— nope, Sunny, it’s okay,” you reassured him, gently shooing away his hands, “you just popped my back a little, that’s all.”
a blatant lie. your back had visibly shifted a little, maybe a few segments dislocated or something. you definitely couldn’t turn on your spine at the moment.
“B-b-but it was so LOUD!” he protested in his usual worry.
“Yeah, my bones are loud,” you chuckled nonchalantly, “watch.”
your press your hands to where your spine had been shifted, some of the bone trying to poke through your skin. if you weren’t, well, you, you probably would be suffering quite the amount of agony and internal bleeding right now. but you were you.
carefully, you press against the upper half of your back, until another crack sounds out, and your spine is back together. you could already feel the internal wound healing beneath your flesh, warm and fuzzy like it had been reattaching your head to your neck.
“See?” you hum, doing a little spin in front of sun, “It’s all cool. You did nothing wrong.”
he clearly didn’t believe you, but you also knew he still thoroughly enjoyed the reassurance. his rays spun once over, and he let out a nervous chuckle.
“O-Oh, um, o-okay,” he reluctantly chirped back, “a-are you suuure you’re okay, though? You don’t, u-um, need a, like, a m-massage or anything..?”
you hold back a soft snicker as his fans start up in his flusteredness.
“I am fine, Sunshine,” you say with a slight smile, your grin widening as his fans speed up further. you walk over and pat him on the back, “now get to cleaning before the lights turn off.”
he immediately perks up at the mention of cleaning.
“OH— right, right, yes!!” he chirps, already sprinting back over to where the main mess of the daycare was, “Gotta clean up, clean up, clean up!”
as he goes on mumbling about how messy it was, you sit back down in your chair, waiting patiently for the clock to reach that fateful time.
the ache in your back had already faded, and so had the warmth. the chair beneath you leeched off what little heat you had, and you started to wish you’d bought that fluffy jacket you saw a few weeks ago.
you were looking forward to seeing moon, but at the same time not.
you didn’t know if his casual attitude from before was thanks to whatever was the robotic equivalent of adrenaline or was actually genuine, and you weren’t exactly looking forward to finding out.