Sun had had so much fun making art with Mikey! Inspired by all the paints, crayons, and drawings littering his friend’s room, the animatronic had gone searching for supplies of his own as soon as he had been able to. He had had some say in the Daycare’s stock back home, but he had never been able to actually make purchases for himself-- now that he can, it didn’t take him long to spend nearly every cent he received upon arrival on all manner of craft supplies and toys.
The rest of his money had gone toward strings of fairy lights and a few small lamps-- just to be extra extra extra sure that his place stays bright and safe when he has company over. He spent all of last night organizing and re-organizing his room, setting out art stations and placing lights wherever he could to chase away every little shadow. Things have to be perfect for Mikey! Just perfect!
“Heeere we are!” Sun trills, tossing open the door to their housing with a flourish. They’ve been even more energetic than usual the entire way over, skipping backwards to chatter endlessly with Mikey as they led him through WayPoint. It doesn’t seem like anything could put a damper on the Daycare Attendant’s sunny mood!
...except, perhaps, for the sight that greets them through the open door.
“Ahahha...hoo. I-- didn’t know anyone else was home!”
On a couch of the communal living room sits a young boy, and it’s not the one Sun wants to see right now.
Voice suddenly sounding a little strained, the animatronic offers introductions, stepping to the side to allow Mikey to enter.
“Mikey, this is Gregory! He... still lives here, apparently! Gregory, this is my friend, Mikey. We were just... goingtogohavefuninmyroomokaybye!!”
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