Clean Up (Daycare Attendant x Reader) Sun Side
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: Needy/clingy behavior. Sun has abandonment issues. Pretty much just fluff and reverse comfort otherwise.
Author’s Note: I headcanon both Sun and Moon with male pronouns, so that’s what I’m using (but reader is neutral as usual). I’m also going with the general popular consensus of the fandom of Sun and Moon being separate personalities in the same animatronic body.
The sequel is out and you can find that one here!
“Man, they really got you good, huh?” You muttered as you did your best to peel yet another glittery rainbow-colored sticker off of Sun’s body. The lanky animatronic of the daycare sat on the padded playmats in front of you, leaning forward to allow you access to his terribly vandalized surface. You weren’t surprised that the most recent hoard of toddlers had managed to cause such a mess, but you couldn’t help but cringe at the sight. There was everything from crayon scribbles, paint, and glue smears, to nearly every sticker known to mankind. You could hardly recognize the robot under it all.
Sun focused his blank eyes on you, tilting his head. “Aw, they didn’t mean any harm! They were all just so excited to play!” he exclaimed in his overly enthusiastic voice.
You sighed. It probably wasn’t even in the poor animatronic’s programming to deny requests like that from a kid, no matter how degrading it was. “Yeah…well, let’s just hope none of this paint got onto any of your circuitry. I’d hate for you to have to be shipped off to Parts and Services…” you said as you brought the wet rag up to try and wipe some more of the caked substance off.
The thought of you fussing over him like this gave Sun a strange warm and fuzzy feeling deep in his core that he couldn’t quite place. Before you could resume cleaning, Sun burst into motion. With a high-pitched squeal, he threw his arms around you and wrapped you in a tight hug. “Don’t worry, Friend! I’m just swell as long as you’re here!” He practically shouted.
You instinctively winced at the new position. Metal bodies weren’t the most comfortable to be forcibly squished against after all…Not to mention you could practically feel the gunk rubbing off of him and onto your previously tidy Pizzaplex uniform. “Ah, S-Sun! You’re gonna get me all dirty!” you whined, biting back a chuckle at his childish affection.
“Oops!” Sun squeaked, pulling away immediately at your protest as if the thought hadn’t occurred to him. He worriedly scanned over the new paint and glue smudges adorning your shirt. “Oh no, what a mess! I’m so sorry, Friend!” He said in an anxious tone, using his hand to try and wipe it off but to no avail.
You couldn’t hold it back anymore and let out a low laugh, swatting away Sun’s hand. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I was going to wash this later anyway,” you assured lightly. Sun didn’t seem too sure, still hovering his hand in front of you as if trying to decide what to do to help. If he was capable of frowning, you were pretty sure he would be.
You took a moment to think over how to convince him that he hadn’t messed up or upset you. Your eyes scanned the floor around you, your gaze falling on the small pile of used stickers you had already pulled off of Sun’s body. With a grin, you grabbed a smiley face sticker and slapped it onto your forehead. It had just enough stickiness left to stay in place. “There, now we’re both works of art!” You added another laugh for good measure.
Sun reeled back slightly in surprise before visibly relaxing and joining in on your laughter.
“Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up before this place locks down,” you said cheerfully, picking up the wet rag and resuming your task. It was a bit tricky getting Sun to stay still long enough for you to reach all the places you needed to. Even when he was sitting in one place, the hyperactive animatronic couldn’t help but wiggle and sway back and forth.
Of course, Sun was trying his best to stay still for you! It was just so hard to do when he was so happy. And how could he not be happy when his favorite friend was here with him? You always took time to come and visit him, sometimes even using up your precious break time when you were assigned to work somewhere else in the Pizzaplex. You even liked to help him clean up the daycare after a particularly rowdy bunch of kids left! None of the other employees liked to do that. You were so so nice! And gentle! And funny! And- oh wait, were you talking to him?
“Sun, hey, are you okay? You were kind of spacing out,” you said with a hint of concern. You sure hoped those brats hadn’t damaged him.
“Oh! Yes, of course! Sorry!” He said quickly, snapping out of his thoughts.
You frowned, giving him a worried look. Honestly, you probably should have taken him right to Parts and Services for a tuneup just in case, but you knew that the mechanics and other workers weren’t always very friendly with the animatronics. They were the property of Fazbear Entertainment after all. Why would anyone spend extra time and effort just to spare the “feelings” of glorified work equipment? You’ve caught workers like the security guard yelling at the Glamrocks before, and you wanted to spare the Daycare Attendant that kind of treatment as much as possible.
“You know…you should be more careful,” you said, thinking over how to phrase your next words as you dipped your rag into the bowl of water beside you and wet it again. You knew that Sun had a bit of a thing about messes, so you doubted that he was the one that suggested this “makeover” in the first place. As long as it didn’t break any of the daycare’s rules, he tended to go along with whatever the little guests wanted.
“Huh?” Sun hummed, tilting his head in confusion.
“You…you don’t have to let the kids walk all over you all the time. It’s okay to say no. Especially when something might hurt you,” you explained gently.
Sun reeled back dramatically to look at you, his voice box sputtering in surprise. “Well- Well I…we were just having fun! That’s what I’m here for after all, hehe!” he insisted, sounding a little nervous as if he was trying to convince himself as well as you.
You nodded and shifted your position, rising up onto your knees so you could reach Sun’s faceplate. You wouldn’t keep pushing the topic if he was uncomfortable with it. “If you say so. I just want you to know that it’s…well…it’s okay for you to stick up for what you want…or don’t want,” you said as you carefully began cleaning his cheek.
If you had stopped long enough to notice the position the two of you had ended up in, you would have been more than a little embarrassed. You knelt in front of the Daycare Attendant, his large hands having drifted onto your shoulders as you wiped the colorful grime off his faceplate. Your faces were close, and he couldn’t focus his attention anywhere but your eyes. If you listened closely, you could hear the whirring of his internal fans picking up.
“R-Really…?” Sun squeaked out, his voice much quieter than his usual shouting.
“Of course!” You replied instantly, giving him a confident smile.
You were caught off guard when you felt one of Sun’s hands wrap around your wrist, stilling your hand as he stared at you.
“I…I want you to stay,” he managed to get out. His voice box warbled slightly with the force of the words.
You felt your heart twist at his shy request. Of course he was lonely spending all night alone, but it wasn’t like you could just live here. You had to go home sometime.
“Sun…” You sighed, your expression melting somewhere between worry and pity.
“I don’t like it when you leave. you're my bestest most special friend!" he whined, gripping your arm with both hands now. "Moon likes you too! We don't want you to go!" he added, hoping that might help sway you somehow.
you let out another heavy sigh, patting the back of his hands. "... You know I can't stay forever, right?" you asked, trying to be patient with him.
Sun gave a hesitant nod.
"But...I will always come back," you added, giving him a reassuring smile.
"... Pinky promise?" Sun asked quietly, lifting his right hand and sticking out his pinky finger.
You paused, looking at his outstretched hand. You wondered if it was a good idea to make such a commitment. You probably wouldn't work here for the rest of your life or anything...Eh, what were you worrying about? It was just a little pinky swear to cheer up your robotic companion. He would probably find some new worker to cling to by then anyway.
"Pinky promise," you echoed, curling your pinky around his and giving a gentle shake.
"Ahh, thank you Y/N! I feel much better now, hehe!" Sun giggled before wrapping you in another tight hug. It was astonishing just how quickly he could flip moods sometimes.
You chuckled, this time hugging him back. His joy was always so contagious. You had to admit, it was nice to feel cared about. Even if it wasn't a human doing the caring.
The two of you stayed like that for a little while. You were just about to pull away and get back to work when you heard the distant sound of the mall's automated voice over the speaker systems.
"Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex is now closed. Initiating Nighttime Protocols."
Strophia in Ancient Art
A strophium (or strophion) was a band of cloth worn around the chest in the Ancient Greek and Roman worlds to support or shape the breasts.
Bronze Statue of Venus, Roman, 2nd Century AD. Private Collection.
Bronze Statue of Venus, Roman, 2nd Century AD. Private Collection.
Terracotta Figurine of Aphrodite, Hellenistic, 1st Century BC. Department of Antiquities, Cyprus.
Statue of Venus, Roman, 2nd Century AD. Roman Museum, Merida, Spain.
Statue of Aphrodite, Hellenistic, 3rd-2nd century BC. Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Bronze Statue, Roman (?). Museum Burg Linn, Krefeld, Germany.
Terracotta Lamp Depicting Cupids Helping Venus Tie Her Strophium, Roman.
Mosaic of Women's Athletics, Roman, 4th Century AD. Villa del Casale.
Erotic Fresco, Roman, 1st Century AD. Suburban Baths, Pompeii.
Erotic Fresco, Roman, 1st Century AD. The House of the Centenary, Pompeii.
The first time Hunk saw it, he barely even registered it. The second time, he squinted a little, but let it slide. The third time, he paused, noting the pattern but unsure what to make of it. The fourth time, he sat in bewildered silence and wondered if he should ask about it.
The fifth time, he couldn’t hold back his curiosity.
Pushing his food around on his plate, feigning an air of nonchalance, he turned to Keith.
“Hey, buddy,” he started. “I’ve noticed the, uh —” he gestured with his spork to Keith’s torso area — “wardrobe change. Any particular reason you’re making the change to DIY muscle tees? Not that I don’t love it. You look great, honest. Just, uh, curious.”
Keith barely glances up, and continues shovelling goo down his throat. He unfortunately does not pause to answer, making Allura sigh and Hunk wrinkle his nose.
“Oh, I cut off all my sleeves.”
Luckily, Pidge speaks up, because Hunk is honestly not sure what he’s supposed to say to that.
“…Why? Did you do that?”
“Lance isn’t here.”
“…Okay. We’re not getting an answer from you, I guess.”
This makes Keith pause, blinking slowly at Pidge.
“I… just… answered… you?”
“What does Lance’s absense have to do with your cut-up shirt?” Allura translates.
“He’s not here to stop me,” Keith says simply, as if that is a normal and logical thing to think or say.
“Okay, but Lance is also not here to stop me, and my sleeves have remained on my shirt,” Hunk says.
Keith shrugs. “I dunno what to tell you. I woke up, decided sleeves were Not The Vibe, so I cut them off. Last time I had that particular impulse, Lance woke up and knew, somehow — I think he’s connected to my brain through Red, or something —so he just suggested I don’t wear a shirt. He’s not here, though, and I forgot I could do that until later so off went the sleeves.”
“… I think we should maybe send you on all missions with Lance, from now on. If he’s that great of an influence on you, then it might be necessary. Hell, if he’s gone much longer you might try to see if you can juggle knives or something,” Hunk jokes.
Pidge elbows him in the side. “Don’t give him ideas, doofus —”
“Oh, I tried that yesterday!” Keith interrupts excitedly. “I can juggle three at once so far, but my goal is five.”
“…Yeah, no more separate missions for you two. I think I’ll just Velcro you together for my own piece of mind.”
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