For Sun and Moon- Could you please maybe write something post-game where the Pizzaplex has burned down, but The Daycare Attendant is still lurking around the building remains, when they meet and become obsessed with the reader, who is exploring the ruins? Please and thank you!
(I don’t know if this reads well, but it’s been sitting in my drafts way too long.)
You couldn't fathom why they weren't doing anything with the old building.
It wasn't that development in this town happened at a breakneck pace or anything; it was just that Fazbear Co was known for their unbelievable rebound speed. And the Pizzaplex fire was one of the few things that most of the public didn't vehemently blame them for; everyone had expected that they would be building again on that real estate the next week, if not the next day.
But what was left of the place sat abandoned and in shambles. Kids with presumably less-than-scrupulous parents had taken to vlogging from the ruins of Roxanne Raceway, or posting pictures online of their own bedrooms filled with stolen bowling balls from Bonnie Bowl. Even stolen arcade machines, some of them half-functional.
When you went to visit the remains of the Pizzaplex, though, it wasn't to vlog. You just wanted a bit of closure. A bit of reflection on the games and characters that had filled birthdays past. You were a grown up now, with grown up responsibilities. Most of your early Fazbear memories had been before the Pizzaplex, anyway. Before the Pizzaplex, after the Diner. But still, there was something poignant about walking through the destroyed husk of something from your childhood.
The ceiling and upper floors had, of course, collapsed, but some stretches of wall still stood upright. Broken Security Bots laid pitiably on the ground, covered in rubble. You stepped carefully over them.
When you came across a sunken-in bit of ground, leading down into a tunnel (like a sinkhole had opened up and taken an almost-intact Fazbear hallway with it), you almost tumbled into it before you spotted the tipped-over vending machine down there and stopped just short of falling.
It was very much like a walkway leading down into the ground. Besides the vending machine you could see down there, there were colorful plastic balls scattered the whole way down, like a trail, caught up in the places where the walls or the floor went jagged. The farther down it went, the more balls there were.
You remembered a ballpit at the Fazbear's of your youth, but you didn't remember ever having seen one at the Pizzaplex. Granted, you hadn't gone to every room; the place was huge, and you tended to go right for your favorite section.
Now, of course, you weren't going into the tunnel. That was way too dangerous, and you were way too smart.
But you were curious to see how many balls had fallen down there, so you did step down into the mouth of the sunken hallway and peek down.
It was dark, but once you angled your head below the ceiling of the tunnel and into position to see past the vending machine, you could see where the bottom was. You could see the shine on the surface of an uncountable quantity of plastic balls, all spread out far beneath you.
You shone your phone flashlight down there; in the light, there were even more than you'd thought! A colorful ocean, spanning as far as you could see. Not just far across, but deep, as well! Something within the pool of fallen balls stirred; you wondered if there were rats in there, or snakes, or just more S.T.A.F.F. Bots.
And you did not plan on finding out!
You started back towards the opening from which you'd come, but suddenly, a shadowy figure on the tunnel ceiling reached down, plucked your phone from your hand, and scuttled away like a large spider.
"Hey!" you protested, before you had fully processed what had happened.
The thing on the ceiling– an animatronic, judging by the sounds it made when it moved –turned its head to look back at you, revealing two points of red light where its eyes should be. It made a garbled, electronic sound. Was it trying to speak?
The animatronic on the ceiling dropped your phone all the way into the ballpit, then started crawling back toward you at full speed.
Uh-oh. You fled, leaving the tunnel and hurrying in the direction from which you'd come. Hopping over the fallen Security Bots again, ducking under beams...
"HeeeęEeEêeLLÓ!" an almost human-shaped animatronic with a faceplate designed like the sun dropped into your path, a greeting grinding out of it that sounded like a staticky audio file that was being sped up and slowed down at random. The sun-faced animatronic spun its head in a full circle and then spoke a bit more clearly: "New fr-fr-friend?"
You held up your hands peaceably. "I was just visiting. I'll leave now."
"NO!" The thing tackled you, and you landed painfully in the dirt and detritus. "NOnononono...!" Its chattering trailed off into a cacophony of static, and then it said, "Friends don't leave! Friends stay and play~! Let's play together!"
The way it spoke jogged your memory; you had seen this animatronic before. Pictures of it, at least, online. You'd never had cause to visit the Pizzaplex Daycare, but you remembered the articles detailing the pros and cons of the Pizzaplex when it was new, and you remembered how many of them had listed the Daycare Attendant as one of the cons. "The Jar Jar Binks of the Fazworld," one blog had said. Another had joked that any given kid was just as likely to like the Daycare Attendant as to be bedwettingly terrified of it. You had always felt that they were exaggerating, being overly negative just because they missed the Puppet or Mr. Hippo or whatever other minor Fazbear character hadn't been given a presence in the Pizzaplex.
At this moment, though, you could understand the fright factor. Why hadn't they designed this thing to have pupils?
"You're still working, after all this time?" you marveled.
"A-A-All this time," the Sun chattered back, twitching a little. "Long, long time. The others forgot their fire safety rules: When the fire gets alllll over you, you stop, drop, and r-r-r-roll!"
It did look singed in various places. "What have you been doing?"
"I count the seconds! One, two, three, four, five, six... I know how to count to a million! I can count to a million over and over, until I find a friend to play with. Now you're my new friend!"
"How did no one find you?" Maybe you were acting too calm, seeing as you were pinned under this thing, but you were truly more curious than scared. It was just a child care robot that had been abandoned in a destroyed building for too long. It answered your questions coherently; it could be reasoned with.
But to your latest question, all it said was, "No one has come into the Daycare in a long, long time. Long time, no friends. But you turned the light on, so I got to stop counting and come play!"
"I turned the light on? You mean my phone flashlight?"
"I mean the sun! The bright, yellow sun! L-L-Like me!"
"I didn't turn on the sun. You just followed me outside."
"I can't leave the Daycare unless one of my friends tries to leave without a parent or guardian. But I didn't have any friends." Suddenly, both of its hands went to either side of your face, squishing your cheeks so you probably looked like a fish. "Now I do!" And it giggled deliriously.
"Okay," you said warily. Alright, now you were on edge. The idea that it had only left its underground post to corral you back like a wayward child... "I'm so glad we're friends now, but I actually have to go home, uh, to my parents and guardians, so I'll see you later, okay? Friend?"
The sun animatronic made a crackly noise and then sprang to its feet as though it were weightless (which you happened to know it was not).
Then it suddenly yoinked you off the ground and slung you over its shoulder like you were weightless, and started back towards the underground cavity that was the Daycare with a new spring in its step.
"Wait, wait!" you protested. "Put me down! I'm not a little kid! You aren't allowed to just...take people places!"
"Until a parent or guardian signs you out, you have to stay in the Daycare with me," Sun said, with an infuriating mix of smugness and bliss in its robotic voice.
"But I was never signed in! I don't have to be signed out if I wasn't signed in!"
"Not signed in?" Another creepy giggle. "That's okay! The sign-in station is allll broken a-a-anyway."
Then there was an abrupt change in the lighting, as the two of you returned to the tunnel of plastic balls.
"Where are you ta-AAAAAAAH!" Before you could finish the question, you were falling backwards through the air, shortly landing in the sea of plastic balls. You winced, remembering how you'd seen movement in here earlier. Then you saw the shadowy figure crawling on the ceiling, and you weren't sure which thing to be worried about first. "S-Sun?" you whispered sheepishly.
The figure on the ceiling turned its head toward you, and there were bright red eyelights again. You were pretty sure that this was the Moon version of the Daycare Attendant- according to the blogs, the scarier of the two.
In a voice much rougher and deeper than Sun's, Moon said, "Be a good child. Wait for me to make your napping spot. Play quietly in the ballpit, until it's ready. D-D-Don't be naughty." Then it dropped from the ceiling, but from the sound of the impact, it didn't land in the ballpit or on any of the vending machines. There was something else down here, then.
You managed to swim through the balls, to the nearest vending machine, and hoisted yourself up to sit on top of it. You stood up and found, to your dismay, that the entrance to the tunnel was still far out of reach.
How were you going to get out of here?
You stared at your surroundings, trying to strat out the right shapes and angles to get you back to the sunlight, until your reverie was broken when Moon suddenly landed right behind you.
"B-B-Beêeédtime." And you were unceremoniously yanked into the air.
"Hey! Stop! And don't drop me again!" The both of you landed on a flat surface: a stretch of tile flooring, cracked but able to support your weight. You could see a shape on the ground that must have been the "napping spot" Moon was referring to. As it lowered you into what turned out to be a mass of blankets, Moon's whole body seemed to rattle, a steady vibration. A purr.
"I have to go," you attempted, quietly.
The round face lowered close to yours. Were the red lights actually worse than the no pupils had been?! "Go...to sleep," it said.
You closed your eyes and kept still. The history of Fazbear's told you not to push your luck with these things.
Apparently satisfied, the moon animatronic laid down beside you, wrapping its arms tightly around you. The rattling of its body...it was like it was trembling. Like a child clutching a toy for comfort.
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