As the bell rung and lights went out in the daycare, it signaled the moon animatronic’s shift: nap time. Or, at least, that’s what they called it for the little ones. Older kids would simply stay quiet and rest. (They’re totally fucking asleep.) Well, not you. Who had been hiding the entire time. Hiding away.

It simultaneously intrigued and concerned Sun when he’d seen you on the attendance list but never actually saw you, so communication with his brother, who had access to all of the hiding areas inevitably ensued.

“Naughty, naughty…Why are you hiding, little one? You should be sleeping..”

A voice rasped out, somehow having easily found you in your hiding spot. The animatronic hung from a wire hooked to his back, tilting his head as his nightcap jingled quietly. “Children are sleeping…you should be too.” He remarked, faceplate spinning with interest.

It seemed like such a foreign idea why a kid would hide away. Were the animatronics perhaps intimidating to you? Did you simply think you were too old for things like this? You were certainly supposed to be here, your parent had dropped you off and signed you in. This sort of thing was a rare occurrence.