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Broken Bells Pt 1

Platonic Sun & Moon x Child Reader

Warning: This book deals with many dark themes. Each chapter will be appropriately labeled with said themes when they show up. If I miss any obvious ones, feel free to tell me.

Walking on tightropes can be a difficult task, especially for a child. It's near impossible to stay on long and the hard ground below does little more than leave bruises and broken souls. So the only choice is to hang on where they are. To move foward is to risk the fall, to move backward is to face the disapointed crowd. So the child hangs, never moving, never falling, never going anywhere.

But along will come an expert in the art of the tight rope. With balance and grace they walk, not unaware of the deadly mistake a single slip could cause, but numb to the pain shown in old scars. They aren't free of the rope, only free to walk it. And when they reach the fearful child, one who knew too well of the consequences of any move made, they'd be left with a choice. They could help the child, holding their hand to guide them through the balance of the act...

Or they could stop the show all together

In the artificial brightness of the Fazbears top of the line Protective cylinder stood a woman at the stunning height of 'just taller than a bar stool' (As described by her most creative of co-workers) with her hand's elbow deep in probably one of the most advanced pieces of machinery she ever had the delight of working on. That is if by delight you mean the agony of a night spent trying to fix the absolute atrocious disorganization of whoever formerly worked on said machine.

If her sturdily built body didn't show her hard work her calloused hands surely did. Covered in scars from electrical burns and sharp metal, her occupation wasn't too hard to guess with even just a glance at her. Her dark brown hair was a tied-up mess that had once been a tight bun on her head but now continued to annoy her with the dismantling pieces that constantly fell onto her face. She would have brushed it away if it weren't for her oil-covered hands that never got even remotely clean no matter how many times she wiped them onto the overalls. It didn't help that she had to tie said overalls around her waist when the air conditioning had been suddenly clogged throughout the night.

Her concentrated amber eyes stared with an intensity that highly contrasted with her commonly neutral look, her growing frustration continuing to build in her system. However with coffee and the thought that she would be well paid for her efforts, she was able to make it through the pain of the spaghetti wires strung in stupid places with at least a little of her sanity remaining. With her checkout hour growing every so close, she hurridly finished those final few touch-ups

"That should do it" The woman, known only by the name of Olly, mumbled in a matter-of-fact tone before the mechanical clicks of robot life began to echo around the room. A few moments later the celestial-themed jester turned to her before tilting his head slightly, as if to mimic confusion.

"All better?" He asked, his voice as upbeat and energetic as always.

"Yep. Should be all. I'm gonna go get Sam" Olly relayed the info, her statements as brief and harsh as they had been since first meeting her. Though throughout the night the twins had learned she never really meant to come off that way. It sort of came with the field when you worked alone most of the time. So they ignored her tone and Sun instead clasped his hands together as the rays surrounding his circular face quickly spun around his head, happy to finally be out of the confining room. However, despite this outward show of happiness, a small voice spoke to Sun.

'Sam? He's here?' Moon noted. His voice, if not for the lack of moveable facial features, would have sent a twitch to the smile on Sun's face. However, the woman remained blissfully ignorant as she went to fetch the man that would escort the two out of parts and service and to their rightfully assigned area. They were barely left alone for a moment when she arrived back with the man the two felt oh so weary of.

At the whopping height of 'holy shit' stood a man with a perminate downward brow, his mouth snarled with surrounding wrinkles that, if not for his graying hair, would have been attributed to his permanently pissed off look. What he had in height he surely didn't lose in width, his naturally wide shoulders showing that even without any purposely gained strength he would still be able to take on a good few people in sheer size alone. His hair was unkempt and short accompanied by a full beard that, even in its graying state, still mostly held onto its void black color. His deep, almost black-brown eyes were enough to send most people running, which was probably why he was more commonly found on the night shift. All of this would have been a delightful description for a security guard, which frankly with a bit of training he'd likely excell in, though his actual job was much different. In an unfortunate turn of events, at least from the Jesters' point of view, he was the one who had created Sun and Moons ai in the first place.

Without a word he gestured for Sun to follow, an action that immediately got the solar star up and moving. With clicks of Sam’s shoes and Sun's metal parts, the two quietly began to make their way down the halls, the place as empty as it had been when Sun had first been escorted down here.

"Guessin' Olly got ya all up'n ready for today?" Sam spoke up, his voice deep enough to where laying your hand on his chest while he talked would leave a tingling sensation. Along with it's deep sound his voice also held a heavy southern accent, showing a bit of where he came from.

"Of course! I'm feeling better than ever!" Sun happily replied, his torso moving in a full circle around himself even though his feet remained walking forward.

"Good. Was worried she couldn't handle it" he replied, a light infliction of an impressed tone shone in his voice a moment, though Sun knew it would hardly last.

"Oh well she was just amazing! Better than the other ones by far! She didn't yell at us even one time!" Sun enthusiastically continued, his praise as genuine as it could be.

As much as Sun didn't quite like the unexcitable way Sam was and how he often scared the two of them with just his presence alone, Sam was still one of the very few people that ever really cared to listen when either him or Moon complained about something. Most others thought of them as just the metal they were in, merely machines that did as told without question. And to be fair that's all they were.

Just machines

For a moment his eyes drifted to Sun, though even attempting to read what was going on in Sam's head was a lost cause that neither Sun nor Moon attempted to do anymore. It wasn't long before he turned back to where he was walking, his hands moving to pull slightly on his open jacket.

"Yeah well that's good" Was all he spoke back. The rest of the walk was silent, as it typically ended up being when they walked together. Only a few halls later they finally made it to the Jesters’ door which, with the wave of a hand, Sam gestured for him to enter. Without much hesitance Sun entered the room, the door soon shutting behind him as he walked down the last hall of this little trip. A hall that would have been completely silent if not for Sun's inability to remain quiet for longer than five minutes.

"Do you think there will be any new kiddos today?" Sun asked out of the blue, though the thought had plagued him for more than a few days at this point.

'Maybe, who knows. We could lose another one-'

"Moony!" Sun interjected, his tone full of nothing but offended surprise.

'I'm being realistic-'

"You're being rude" Sun once again cut him off, his once bouncing enthusiasm suddenly squashed by Moon's negativity as he moved to get ready for the new day. Tense silence remained for a few moments as the area around them was put in order. Small pieces of loose paper drawings were properly put up, the lights around the room double-checked by the bot along with him cleaning up some of the broken toys he had collected from the daycare the night before. And during these tasks Sun hummed and sang but made absolutely no effort to continue talking, not granting him so much as an acknowledgment despite Moon's attempt to cheer him up. Soon, with no other option, a robotic sigh sounded in Sun's head, signifying Moon's defeat.

'But maybe there might be a new kid' Moon admitted, the words sending Sun back into his joyful mood almost immediately.

"And maybe they'll be small and cute! Or- Or maybe fun! What if they're fun Moon?! Oh I would love to see another little ball of energy! Or maybe they like art! What if we get a little artist Moon? I would love a sweet one too! A cute new little friend that would love my puppet shows! Oooooo they'll be so perfect, I just know it!" Sun rambled his pent-up thoughts, his eagerness for a new play buddy palpable. Moon decided not to rain on his parade more than he already had, even though Sun's assumptions made him a little weary.

He just hoped he wouldn't be too disappointed.

"What do you mean you can't get here?! You can't just not show up! What the FUCK do I even pay you for huh?!" A muffled voice yelled from the other room but you paid almost no attention to it. You were more focused on reaching the bread on the top shelf of the cabinets. You had already made yourself a nice spot standing on top of the counter, though those last few bits of space were always the hardest.

"I don't care! I pay you to do the simple fucking job of watching a goddamn kid and you can't even do that?! I have a job you know! What the fuck am I supposed to do??" You outstretched your hand just that tiny bit farther, your feet now on their very tippy toes. With one last small little shimmy you were finally able to pull the bread just far enough for you to grab.

"I know you’re sick, you’ve said that five times!" with a few careful movements you soon slid yourself off the counter, bread in hand. You slightly slipped towards the end, but you had grown used to catching yourself, making the fall to the ground not as hard as it would have been. After a moment you stood back up and, now safely back on earth, you placed the bread on the counter, ignoring the mild pain after landing on your legs.

"Look, I don't have time for this! I have work in two hours I- No I don't have anyone else that's why I fucking pay you!" You then quickly walked to the fridge, looking around a moment before grabbing the jelly and placing it on the counter. You went to look in the drawer for a butter knife, but found that none were in there. A quick glance towards the sink made it clear why.

"I’m being unreasonable??? You're calling me an hour before you’re supposed to show up saying you can't be here and I’M being unreasonable?!?!?" You went over and looked into the sink before pulling out the cleanest one you could find, running it under the tap until at least most of what was on it was gone, and then returned to the bread and jelly.

"Do you understand the shit I have to go through to get that kid a fucking babysitter?! How many days it takes to get anyone even remotely interested in taking care of- do NOT cut me off right now" you placed two pieces of bread on the counter before grabbing the jelly and trying your best to open it. It didn't budge for a while but you were able to open it, though now without leaving a red mark on your hand. Dipping the butter knife into the jelly you then went to try and spread it onto the bread.

"Oh for the love of-...that bitch hung up on me" The muffled yelling seemed to end just as you finished sloppily spreading the jelly onto the bread. You closed the two messy pieces together when the unmistakable heavy footsteps of your mother started to enter your awareness. However, your hunger surpassed any initial suspicion that you might have done something wrong, so you instead went to grab the sandwich, hoping that her feet would just walk passed. When you heard them step into the room you became very aware that this was not going to happen.

Before you could even turn around she had a tight grip on your wrist, the shock causing you to drop the sandwich you just made. Your feet moved before your brain could register much, your mother not slowing down even slightly as she had to drag you to her pace, your feet just barely keeping your face from plummeting towards the ground. This continued for a couple seconds before the hot summer air hit your skin, the earthy smell of wet grass seeping into your nose. It was hardly a second later before she finally stopped right next to her car. She harshly opened the door, her anger showing in every movement.

"Get in" she demanded more than asked and, knowing better than to argue, you pulled yourself into the car, narrowly dodging it as she shut it behind you. Before you even fully sat up she had thrown herself into the driver's seat and started the car. The speed in which she backed out sent you face-first into her seat, though she pulled away just as fast, sending you back into yours. Once the car was moving you began the desperate reach along with the long struggle of your seatbelt. It would take a few attempts, but you did somehow manage it.

Noise, noise, so much noise. There were people and bright lights and loud games and louder speakers. You had never been in a such a crowded space before, let alone one where it seemed every time you turned your head there were a hundred new people. You felt dread swell in your stomach as your hand tightly gripped onto your mother's, the chaos of it all utterly overwhelming.

You felt like falling, like crumbling into a ball and hoping for the quiet again. But you remained standing, if to not draw attention to yourself then because of the fear that it would upset your already greatly angered mother. So you stood even as every one of your senses was overloaded with a new sensation. You hoped that it would be over soon. This couldn't be normal, there shouldn't ever be so many people in one place. You were sure that there had to be a reason. Maybe something bad happened? Like a fire or something. Or maybe the world was ending.

That's what this felt like, the end of the world. These must be all the people that exist and this must be the only safe place. That must be why-

"Hi, hello. I was looking to book my kid for the daycare please?" You heard your mother speak up, something that you quickly fixed your mind towards. You found comfort in her voice. It was familiar in a world of strange unexplainable oddities.

"Of course. Have they been booked here before?"

"No, It's their first time"

"Okay then, I'll just need you to sign these forms for us, it should only take a few moments" The stranger spoke before handing over said papers. Your mom gave a quiet sigh, moving to the side to fill out the forms. As the stranger had stated, it only took a few moments. Once it was done your mother returned to the window.

"Alrighty! Any scheduled pick-up time?" The stranger asked as they took the papers before handing them to someone else.

"What's the latest they can stay?"

"About 10pm"

"I'll pick them up then" She answered, your confusion only continuing to grow.

"Well then you're all settled. Ms. Addy will take them up to the daycare. She is just up to the left. There should be a sign"

"Thank you" She ended with a quick nod before swiftly moving to where she was told. It became quickly apparent who Ms. Addy was when the large group of small kids came into view. Though with the continued assault of your senses you could hardly understand anything that was happening at this point.

"Hi um, Ms. Addy?" Your mother's voice pleasantly sang.

A young lady no older than twenty-two turned her head at the call of her name. Her eyes were a shimmering bright blue that greatly contrasted with the fiery red hair she had put into tight braids falling just below the length of her shoulders. She was taller than most other people but likely only by a few inches. She was kitted out in a bright yellow shirt covered with a large sun symbol in the middle tucked into an incredibly puffy-looking pair of blueish-purple pants covered in little stars. Her face was beautifully made up with face paint as one eye held bright yellow and subtle oranges with a little white cloud in the corner while the other held soft blues and purples with glitter and small stars. However, her most defining feature was her bright smile. The expression looked so natural on her face that to imagine it without it was a little hard to do. And that smile only grew when she realized why her name had been called.

"Hello! Are you here to drop off your little sunshine with us?" She spoke, her voice high pitched and energetic, a quality that could have been guessed from her excited stare upon seeing the two of you.

"Yep! Have fun!" was all your mother spoke before letting go of your hand and quickly walking off. She walked off so quickly in fact that you hardly had a moment to stop her. So instead you turned back to the strange lady you had been left with, your eyes clearly showing your confused and somewhat fearful state.

Ms. Addy stared off in the direction your mother had gone for a moment, her eyebrows twisted into slight confusion at the briefness of the meeting and the strangeness of the woman's quick speed. However, her attention quickly fell back to you, her heart slightly turning at the sight of such a lost looking child.

"Hey sweetheart! It's nice to meet you! I'm Ms. Addy, what’s your name?" She asked with a sweetened tone, a twinge of concern found on her face. You stared at her for a moment, entirely unsure how you were supposed to handle this situation. After a moment you decided, or more so defaulted to, answering her.

"Y/n" you quietly replied with almost a question in your voice. Her smile brightened as she outstretched her hand to you. Slowly you took her hand, hoping that maybe she knew what was going on.

"Well welcome Y/n! We're gonna have so much fun together! Right kids!" she turned over her shoulder to address the group of small children, almost all of which screamed out in excitement. You went to cover your ears, but having one hand already taken you could only cover one. You felt your discomfort only continue to spike in this increasingly strange situation.

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