You're a teen or young adult who helps in a dog fight ring. Just to be clear I do NOT support dog fighting rings

You're dad owns a dog fight ring. Meaning from little you watched dogs fight to the literal death. At first you cried, but eventually your feelings just went... numb. Cleaning up a dead dog after a fight became normal growing up, you even got used to screaming and whipping the dogs if they weren't fighting fast enough. Was it cruel? Definitely. But it became normal to you

That changed one day. When these two animatronics walked into the ring, their intentions clear. They weren't here to watch dogs fighting and you were right. After the whole fight, you had been cleaning up another dead dog. Dragging it's body in the alley back behind the building. Until someone grabbed you from behind. It was the animatronics from before. One looked like a sun and one looked like a moon. The sun themed one held you to his chest, a hand clamped over your mouth as he pulled something you couldn't see out of his pocket. Now, people being upset with dog rings were not uncommon. But you yourself had never been actually attacked. The sun animatronic hissed in your ear

Sun: "I bet you love thinking you have the high ground with those damn dogs. Don't you? You enjoy it. You love making them fight to the death."