A concrete street. That's what they got left? Their beautiful home of shapes and colors, joyful laughter of the kids gone in a red burning blaze. They were lucky to have escaped. All of them, the glamrocks, Vanessa, and Sun and Moon themselves.

But the glamrocks didn't help, no, of course not. Sun and Moon were more or less forgotten in the mix of the chaos. Sun couldn't blame them, they probably meant to help, but couldn't reach the daycare in time. Moon held a little bit of spite, but swore it was just the grief of losing their home. Could animatronics even grieve? They saw how Freddy would grieve Bonnie.. Sun used to grieve Moon when he was under Vanny's influence, thinking he'd never come back.. what even makes an animatronic able to grieve?

The affairs of it all left them... alone, abandoned, on a random side walk to slowly lose power. Their charging port was still outdated in comparison to the glamrocks, they probably could've found something someplace, but they ran out of time. Nobody noticed them, for the better, someone could just pick them apart and sell the parts. Sun was smart enough to find a place hidden away, with the rare occasional person walking by, not daring to touch them in their rickety state.

Daylight shone on the lifeless metal shell, making Sun's likeness appear on it. You were walking home, taking some detour from the usual path due to a crash on the main road, blocking off side walks and busses.

In the corner of your eye, poking out from slabs of concrete walls, you see an arm.. yellow, limp, inhuman, scuffed up with dark spots from light burns.