[MOONS BACK POOKIES‼️]

Clanking. More clanking, maybe some mechanical groaning here and there.

It'll be a while, so you sit and wait, watching impatiently as Sun slowly becomes Moon.

More noise bounces and echoes off the walls — an uncomfortable symphony of ragged scoffing, pained huffs, and the occasional chocked plead.

Soon enough, it stops, alerting you of Sun's departure and Moon's inevitable nighttime arrival.

The mass of torn, unkempt limbs shifts and stumbles until it's standing upright in front of you, still with their unusually wide grin.

How strange — its mouth never moved when they spoke, though you supposed it was due to a difference in models from the rest.

That didn't change the unsettled feeling you have watching as it scrambles toward you, reaching out with a ringing, whiny glitch.

"Please, a favor... please? All we need is your help."

It begs, only extending a slim, wired hand from behind the big red stage curtains.