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ANY TAKERS ON SUN AND MOON BECOMING SLIGHTLY YANDERE OVER Y/N?  Bc I wanna do that (':

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LIZ SITS ACROSS from me on her bed. Her eyes were watering up, and she had been distressing her hoodie's drawstring with anxious fingers.

"Why don't you start from the beginning," I mention to her, a soft look of discomfort on both of our faces.

"Okay . ." She sighs. "So, the night I went over to his house, we had a really nice dinner before hand, blah blah, blah. The night was going really well!" The redhead smiles back on the memories.

"But when we got to his house, he was acting all weird about his phone. Somebody kept messaging him, and he stopped paying attention to me." Liz lets out a shaking sigh. "So, you know, we're in his bedroom messing around for a while, and he leaves to use the bathroom. I saw his phone going off, and it was some bitch who kept messaging him. They were supposed to hook up after I left!"

My eyes widen. "What the hell!"

"I know!" She cries. "I was devastated. I really liked him. And I thought he was starting to change into a better guy, you know?"

I nod, frowning slightly. "Unfortunately, Jason was right." I tell her.

She groans, laying her back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Ugh, I know. I wish I listened to you guys sooner." Her pale fingers run over her face in distress. "I need to stop hanging out trashy guys. It was fun while it lasted, but they're not for me anymore." Elizabeth let out a heavy sigh once again, turning on her side now.

It was almost foreign to see Liz cry. She was always the happy face at work that kept all of us going. She liked to spend time with the animatronics, and she genuinely liked her job, even though she always complained about being there. We all knew she really enjoyed it, though.

Elizabeth always loved to help the kids find something they may have lost somewhere in the arcades; and whenever the animatronics seemed to have off days, she'd take her free time to see if she could help. Liz was such a good person, I never understood why she would fall for such sleazy, shit heads.

"Yeah, you do. It'll be okay, though!" I try and reassure her with a smile. "I think you and I should have a girls night, and just try to forget about him." I tell her. She nods, sniffling her runny nose.

"Okay." The redhead musters up a smile.

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  My manager had made me switch positions this week, seeming one of the other waiters hasn't been getting enough hours in the dining area.

So, he switched me to daycare for a bit to give the other more hours down there. I didn't mind much, since I loved seeing Sun. The celestial animatronic never seemed to fail to make my day.

I had to help Sun with the kids, and also, a job of mine was to unbox shipment orders of whatever the daycare was getting low on in inventory. Sun found it weird at first, since he'd always been able to handle the kids by himself for so long. But, he definitely wasn't complaining. At least, I haven't heard any complaints.

And I try not to complain, so I don't. It was way better than working down in the dining room anyway. The people were rude, and allot of them were weird to be honest. I wasn't too interested in the people that came crawling into this arcade. Snooty teenagers who think they're better than you, and greasy fingered brats who think they can steal drinks without paying.

In the daycare now, it should be fun! I'll be with Sun, taking care of the little tots, and coloring my days away. At least my feet can catch a bit of a break, too.

  In the storage room, I struggle to place a box up on the top shelf. Why the hell weren't there any step stools anywhere?

I may not be the shortest person alive, but shit, these shelves are just ridiculously tall. Maybe I should call Sun in here for help.

A soft groan escapes my lips as I push the box into its slot with the tips of my fingers. Taking a step back, I smile and admire the progress I've made in here today. Organized slots with the coordinating boxes, each now labeled with what was inside, and color coded. Mopped floors, and dusted shelves.

Just as I thought the box would stay, it came creeping out. My eyes widen, and I desperately step to my tip toes, pushing it back in its place.I wasn't quick enough— it comes crashing down on top of me, packages of paper and art supplies falling everywhere. All that time spent for nothing. I squeak out a soft yelp of distress and brace for when everything falls over my head. Luckily, nothing was too heavy inside the boxes, though still enough to make me flinch.

Without a minuets wait, Sun pops his head into the room. He must have heard the crash from inside the daycare. How embarrassing.

"Y/N?" I stand there awkwardly, completely frozen as the product continuously hit the floor. My face cringes, and I look up to the animatronic with anxiety.

"Are you okay?" He steps to my side, looking around at what had fallen. I drop my shoulders and nod, letting out the puff of air I'd been holding in my chest. "Yep— just peachy."

I hear him gasp dramatically, throwing his hands to his head. My eyes widen. "Oh no! This mess— clean up, clean up!" Sun starts to panic, looking all over the floor. "It's okay!" I snap, a nervous smile creasing my features. "I'll do it! I'll make sure everything goes back in it's rightful place, in order . . again." I sink, "Had a bit of a fall, heh." An awkward laugh escapes me.

I remember how crazy this poor guy gets over messes. Since I'm working with him now, I've learned a bit more about his issues, and how to help him calm down when I can. Even Moon gets frustrated when there's a mess- - one in the same. The suns' brows furrow, eyes scanning the floor. Something on his internal monitor must be giving him a warning sign.

"No, no, no, there's way too much, I better just do it!"

Without thinking, my hand instantly grabs his. Sun looks down at our hands and I feel him heat up.

"It's okay! Why don't you just go and . . relax," a chortle escapes me as I notice his faceplate turning darker with heat. "Go back to whatever it was you were doing— I'll handle it! Really."

There he goes again . . I wonder why he's overheating so often when I'm around?

The animatronics here can't really have that much sentience . . can they? Sun and Moon do seem to be really emotional all the time . . . I guess it really isn't impossible.Then again, its kind of odd if an animatronic started liking a human . . right?

His internal fans spin on, trying to cool his body temperature. A soft beeping came from in his chest plate. I look curiously at him. He stays still, vision shifting back to my eyes. I tilt my head curiously. "Uh, sun? You okay?"

"Oh yeah! Everything is fine!" He chuckles nervously, his grip tensing on my hand.

"Right . ." I smile awkwardly, glancing down at our hands.

"WARNING: SYSTEM COOLING ON " his internal system warning popped up.

Hearing that made my anxiety rise. If something happens to him, I'll lose my shit.

"Are you sure you're okay?" A soft panic enters my tone, and I notice as he takes his hand off of mine. "D-Do I need to get a technician? Parts and service isn't too much of a hassle, I can- -"

"No!" He throws his hands up on defense, "I'm okay!" Sun sputtered, backing a few steps away. "J-Just worry about the mess! I'll take care of this," he began fidgeting through his laughter. "We're a bit of a mechanic, ourselves!"

I furrow my brows at him, unconvinced of the last statement, reaching my hand up to his faceplate. It was getting hot.

"WARNING: SYSTEM OVERHEATING"

He looked like he was going to shut down. I pull my hand away and frown up at him.

"Holy shit, you need to get some cool air." I tell him, "Come on, let's get you out of here." I turn towards the doorway, guiding him along. "I'm really sorry about the mess." Curiosity perks in my voice. Sundrop stares down at me nervously. "Yeah, the mess," he mentions in a mumble. "Don't worry about it."

We get out of the storage room hand in hand, as I pull him and I sit him down on a bench. "Just wait here and try to cool down. I'll go fix it again. Okay?" I offer him a soft smile.

He nods his head, smiling back. "Yup! Got it covered."

I walk back to the closet and try to go over what just happened.

He got all nervous and started freaking out around me . . the hell was that all about?

  Did . . did Sun like me?  I blankly stare at the mess on the floor in question.

Was it possible? I guess he has been really nice to me lately. Hugging me more than usual, finding any reason to talk to me, or touch me. Helping me with things I didn't really need help with.

He seemed a little annoyed when someone else tried getting my attention too.

"Holy shit." I mumble to the floor.

Sun definitely started short circuiting because of me.