TW/CW: grief, pain, confusion.
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Somewhere deep within the catacombs of the pizzaplex, a deep mechanical whirr could be heard. It was accompanied by a pained screeching as if metal was being crushed by a compactor. Then, in the darkness, a pair of eyes lit up the shadowed hall.
Distress. Panic. Confusion.
All paired with a side of a cold that seeped into your bones. It was dark and quiet, the only light source coming from somewhere on your body- you had yet to figure out where though. The memories of the past day were hazy and nothing seemed to fit together, like an elaborate puzzle with missing pieces.
You reached out into the hallway, you couldn’t feel anything. A slight scratching noise began as you rubbed against the wall, the noise grueling. You instinctively reached to cover your ears, and that’s when you realized.
This wasn’t your face. It was smooth and cool with some type of harsh veins or breaks in the skin that reached behind into your scalp. You followed them to your hair, as you pulled at it gently- you couldn’t feel it. You began to pull harder, panicking. Why? What was going on? You yanked at the strands until some came loose in your hand, and on further inspection you realized they were synthetic and a color you couldn’t recognize.
“What’s happening to me?” You shouted, the sound of your voice echoing through the barren hall- shocking you into silence.
It sounded like you but.. something was off. There was a static, a robotic hum behind the words.
You took a breath in, or at least you tried- there was no expansion of your lungs. You tried to pry your focus from that small detail, pushing forward through the hallway to find the nearest exit. The light of day would clear this all up.
This place was more than familiar, you could recognize the ambiance as the section of tunneling underneath the main atrium of the pizzaplex. The scent was stale, like a complex mixture of asbestos and pollen- unmistakable. Every step felt like it took forever, the heavy lull of your body swaying with every touch.
Your hands followed the wall closely, as to not stray from the path out. It was way too easy to get lost down here, especially in such a state. It took everything in you to stay focused on the task at hand. Your brain wondered from escape to the memories you couldn’t put together. How did you manage to end up down here? How long have you been here? The questions evoked emotions you couldn’t explain, an unequivocal sense of dread and a deep pit of sorrow that made you want to throw up and cry at the same time.
The dull red light drug you from your thoughts, bringing you to the exit of the catacombs. This door should be the one to lead you back to the main building of the pizzaplex, and as you pushed open the door it didn’t disappoint. A bright fluorescent light shined into your eyes, as you squinted to take in your surroundings you noticed children’s toys, broken equipment, and some empty cans.
Your stomach twisted and sudden flashes of the empty space in your memory filled your consciousness.
The need to vomit had never been so present, you felt your insides churn- eyes burning with tears you couldn’t manage to cry. “Hello?” You called out, voice breaking with a robotic hum. “Moon?”
You felt your feet move on their own, the set of stairs in the corner having no chance of going unnoticed. Taking them two at a time, you make the platform in record time. As you try the door knob, you find the door is locked. The keycard slot glares at you with hatred you’d never felt before, you already knew your keycard wouldn’t be on you. This body wasn’t yours, why would your possessions be on it?
A sharp breath fell from your mouth as you pressed a hand to the card slot, keeping yourself from breaking the door down. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt someone or even yourself.
Before you could consider another option, the door clicked open with a slight flash of green from the key card slot. You pushed the door open, looking to your hand to find a small spot in the center that was almost identical to the one Moondrop had that let him into any locked area of the pizzaplex. It was concerning but the least of your issues. You raced into the daycare, met with the shine of the starry ceiling and the soft glow of lights from outside.
“Moon?” You called into the darkness, heart racing as you looked around- waiting for the familiar jingle of his outfit. “It’s me, it’s (y/n).”
The sound of harsh jingling filled your senses, easing your nerves. It was fast, and getting louder. All of a sudden, a rough hand landed on the metal that was your face. You stumbled back, terrified.
“M-moon?” You gasped lightly, bringing a hand to you face. “Why? Why did you do that?”
His face was angry, filled with an unbridled rage that can only be described as that of a man in despair. “Don’t you dare.” He hissed, eyes shining a brilliant red hue. Much darker than you’d ever seen before.
“How dare you? She’s only been gone two weeks. How fucking dare you?!” He laughed in disbelief, hands clenched into fists. “Who even are you? Where did you come from? Another rat scraping its way from the catacombs?” He stepped closer and closer with every question. “Hm? Answer me.”
You felt a hesitation, all you wanted to do was take him into your arms. You just wanted to be home again, safe and sound. “I-it’s me. It’s really me, Moon. I-im so scared. I don’t know what’s going on, please help me.” You pleaded, breaking down into violent sobs. Hot tears could be felt streaming down your metallic face and without thinking you lunged forward to wrap your arms around the animatronic.
His demeanor shifted, a brief period of confusion sweeping his mind before he wriggled out of your grip. “It’s impossible. There’s no way, she… you.. died. I felt you die.” His voice cracked as he bent down to look into your teary eyes.
“(Y/n)? Is it really… you?”
