Shadows lay across the daycare, devouring its bright and cheerful colours. Sun walked around the play structure, his joints creaking and his movement jerky in an uncontrolled way. If he hadn't been an animatronic, he could have been described as extremely tense. He should have turned into Moon by now. But here Sun was, being active for the first time in the dark, alone. He was in great pain; his body felt overheated and uncooperative. He could clearly feel something blocking the transformation. Sun would go mad if this went on all night.