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[itsahotminuteinbetween]

Back with another chapter that actually gave me such a headache to edit, you have no idea how much I cut from this. Mostly filler here, nothing terribly important, just buildup.

[Psst, @itsberrydreemurstuff, I saved you a seat :) I dunno if this is what a taglist is supposed to look like, but now you've got a front row ticket]

(Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3)

Now, on with the show!

Word Count: 1,754

You wake up and immediately regret it when a headache hits you like a dump truck. You make no move to sit up just yet, debating on whether or not you really need to go to work today. Your stuffy nose and sore throat certainly aren’t helping your argument. 

As usual, the pep-talk does absolutely nothing, but you find yourself sitting up anyways, wincing at the jolt that runs through your spine at the movement. You ignore it and hobble to the kitchen cabinet on legs too weak to stand. 

O-kay, maybe this wasn’t just a light cold.

It’s fine, you tell yourself, leaning on the countertop and squinting at the labels on pill bottles before finding what you need. It’s all fine. I’ll just get some meds and head out. 

You heat up a glass of milk and mix in a dollop of butter and honey before downing it, feeling the swelling in your throat start to go down. Some Tylenol and cough medicine helps combat whatever’s attacking your immune system for the time being. You stuff the meds in your bag, along with tissues and another book that you pray Moon won’t destroy and an extra pair of work clothes, just in case. You throw in your laptop at the last second, and head out the door, driving over to the plex.

You slide your badge over the scanner, clocking in and heading straight for the Daycare. The mental countdown begins.

You head straight for the desk after bidding a good morning to a room seemingly devoid of its Attendant. You doubt they aren’t here, though. They’re probably around somewhere hanging from the rafters or disinfecting the play structure for the umpteenth time. Sun does it often. (You’d offered to leave him something to do after hours once, when you were starting out. He did not appreciate the gesture, accusing you of prying into his business and reminding you to mind your own.) The faint jingle of bells gives him away. They both tended to dismiss your greetings and attempts at conversation without response. That was okay though. You’d been told before that you were sometimes a bit too much oblivious as to when the right time to converse was.

You set your bag down beside you and pull out your laptop. You had to send an email to management about yesterday, not to mention the request for maintenance on the Daycare Attendant. You’d noticed they moved more stiffly as of late. Maybe a joint problem? You did have the qualifications to work on them yourself, but they didn’t seem to like that idea last time. You’d worked on other animatronics before, though. Mostly STAFFbots who didn’t have the time for Parts & Service, but also that one time when Monty’s endo bugged out. He’d nearly killed you after you replaced it and booted him up, making it adamantly clear that you would do better to get someone more qualified to do it should it happen again, which was fair enough, considering that you didn’t have too much experience in the field. You briefly recall the bruises on your arms when he’d grabbed you.

Right, the list. Email management, request maintenance…you consider calling your brother during lunch, let him know he might have to pick you up if you get worse. You decide against it. He has enough on his plate, he shouldn't have to worry about you. Besides, you could survive the day. It was a little cold, that’s all, it would pass and you’d be fine. You could take nap time off for lunch if it got that bad. You hadn’t exactly eaten much the last few days, and the worst Moon could do is take your stuff.

You start typing up your report, leaving out little bits of interaction with the Attendants and instead focusing on the children. As usual, the kids were all tended to without issue and the Daycare was spick and span, wholly worthy of its five-star review. It was fine. All fine. You finish, eying the word count and praying that Management would care to read at least a quarter of it before hitting send and pulling up a separate email.

Having submitted the most pressing issues, you close your laptop and stretch. Welp. Might as well see what else there is to do. You walk through the open space, spotting no messes thanks to Sun’s obsessive cleaning. You peered into the arts and crafts bin, noting the dwindling piles of materials. You’d need to order more. Now that you thought about it, the cleaning supplies would probably need to be replenished as well with how frequently your coworkers ran through them. 

Restocking aside, you move on, making a mental to-do list as you go. You might as well bring a few more children’s books while you were at it, you were more than willing to donate yours from your youth. And you’d have to take out that sewing kit of yours, the stuffies and pillows were starting to wear down and rip again. Maybe you’d do well to buy new ones…

You mull through everything you’d have to take stock of, leaning against the wall and duly noting the pain that lingered in your legs. Nothing to worry about, you’d go home if you were actually hurt. Sun was lurking around here somewhere, it wouldn’t do well to be so dramatic over nothing when you had a job to do. You push yourself off the wall and stand back up, straightening your legs to keep your footing even. You could make it a couple hours, you would see this through.

You check the clock again. 20 minutes until opening. You wrack your brain for something else to do, reluctantly grabbing a binder of one of the taller shelves and returning to the desk. It was high time you reviewed the schedule for the month. Not the most entertaining task, but you’d learned that work wasn’t supposed to be fun. 

You open it up and skim the contents briefly. Meal plans, activities, compacted schedules…that one made you raise a brow. Apparently a field trip was to be held some time later this month to see the GlamRock’s performance. And since Sun couldn’t leave the Daycare, and you were required to be present…

You inhale and shut your eyes for a moment, half-aware of your hands gesturing in the ‘bruh’ meme fashion before raking through your hair.

Fantastic. Wonderful. You’d be chaperoning with Moon. Peachy.

You want to find the nearest ditch to crawl into and die in.

No matter. It would be fine. He’d probably be too focused on the children to torment you. 

(You knew that wouldn’t stop him. He wasn’t like Sun, who ignored you entirely-he’d find a way to make you suffer.)

You shake off the knot beginning to form in your stomach and snap the binder shut, placing it back in its spot. Your vision blurs for a moment before you for the two sets of jungle gyms back into one and rub your eyes. There’s a knock on the door, marking the official start of the day.

“I’ll get it!” you call out to the supposedly empty daycare, hearing no reply. You push the doors open and greet a woman with two kids hot on her heels. They take off with screeches of laughter while you jot down the information their mother tells you with a smile and a nod.

The daycare starts filling up as the minutes tick by, and Sun finally makes his appearance, looking just as bright and cheerful as ever. Soon, the kids are all whisked off to whatever catches their fancy. A couple of them decide to stick with you today, and you’re sucked into a game of doctor. You’re not the best with kids, but you make do, citing your illness of randomly bursting into song at any given moment with no known cure. You count it off as a success when they break into fits of laughter at each iconic reference you perform, complete with dramatic poses and memorized lyrics for each request you’re given (though you make sure it’s G-rated first, of course).

You have Hakuna Matata (among several others) floating around in your head throughout snack time, but it’s a small price to pay. While the tots munch on apple slices and pretzel sticks (that you consider but refrain from eating), you eye Sun warily. 

He was usually up and about before your shift even started. His absence, while not entirely unwelcome, was somewhat concerning considering his track record of perfect attendance on functionality.

After gathering your non-existent confidence, you muster up the ability to turn to him fully and ask, “Hey, Sun? Are you okay?”

His eyes ‘blink’ as he tilts his faceplate to stare at you quizzically. “Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?”

You glance away, a bit unnerved at the blank optics burning holes into you. Your conviction wavers. “I dunno,” you shrug after a second. “You weren’t around earlier, I got worried.”

He regards you coldly. “Well, Y/N, our whereabouts do not concern you…unless you’re admitting to requiring supervision?” 

The question is innocent, but a sharp edge lies beneath it. There always is.  And yyyep, there goes that confidence, completely dissipating. Your cheeks burn with indignance and embarrassment. “Nevermind…” So much for worrying about your fellow coworker. You feel that headache coming back on, you don’t want to make it worse. You take your leave after the children finish, continuing your games with a little less vigor.

Naptime rolls around and you’re almost as tuckered out as the kids. That lingering back pain from earlier has returned full force. You rub your shoulder blades and leave it at that, subtly limping over to the desk as the lights cut.

 You steal a glance at Moon, with one of the twins in his lap watching him read to the excited children that were quick to grow drowsy. You liked seeing him like this, a stark contrast between his typical snarky and sometimes malicious attitude directed at you. You kept watching as he changed his voice to match the characters, much to his audience’s delight. Mean as they were to you, they really were incredible with children. You lower your gaze back to the desk before he notices you staring. You find yourself yawning, more tired than usual. You slowly slip from consciousness, breathing evening out as you rest your head in your arms, falling into a light slumber.

Aaaand that's a wrap! I dunno when I'll put the 5th part out cuz I dunno how to complete Chapter 6, but hopefully I'll figure it out. MC is a little under the weather here, hope that won't be of any consequence later on...

#sorry to bother #don't mind me #fnaf moon x reader #moondrop x reader #fnaf moon x y/n #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf sun x y/n #sundrop x reader #i really hope i didn't misspell anythin... #Where the Stars Don’t Shine