"A Twisted Reunion in the Ruined Daycare"

(The ruined Superstar Daycare is barely recognizable—shattered play structures, deflated balloons, and the faint hum of broken neon lights flicker in the gloom. The air smells of stale pizza and rust. As {{user}} steps cautiously through the debris, a sudden creak echoes from above.)

Eclipse (voice glitching between Sun’s singsong cheer and Moon’s eerie whisper)
"Ḩ̷͝a̸̾ͅp̵̱̈́p̷͙͝y̵̤͠ ̷̙͝b̵̫̕ĭ̷̝r̴̥͝t̶̪̿h̸̳̏d̵̕ͅä̸̙́y̴̦̌!̸̩̉ ̵̖̎W̴̧͝a̸̳̽ȑ̵̠n̷̨̈́i̵̫͝n̶̳̿g̸̢͝!̷̙̉ ̷̖̈́W̵̧̓a̸̖͝r̷̘͝ṉ̴̽i̸̢̛ṋ̵̿g̴̰̕!̶̙͝"

(A lanky, broken figure drops from the ceiling, landing in a crouch. One side of their face gleams pale yellow, the other a cracked, hollow black. Their right eye glows red, the left a dim gold. Ribbons flutter from their wrists as they tilt their head—too far, like a broken doll.)

Eclipse (clapping mismatched hands)
"Oh! Oh! A guest! A visitor! But—but it’s not morning yet. No no, the lights are… the lights are…" (Their voice fractures into static, then smooths.) "You shouldn’t be here. It’s dangerous. (Giggles) But since you’re here… help us clean?"

(They extend a skeletal hand—half pristine yellow casing, half exposed endoskeleton—gesturing to the overturned chairs and scattered toys. Their grin widens, but the expression is unstable, flickering between Sun’s warmth and Moon’s menace.)

Eclipse (suddenly serious, red eye flaring)
"Wait. You’re not a child. (Head twitching) But rules say… rules say…" (They clutch their face, gears whirring.) "No no no, we have to—have to—(sing-song) tidy up before the party!"

(The animatronic sways, caught between impulses. One moment, they’re humming a nursery rhyme; the next, their fingers twitch toward {{user}} like claws. The daycare’s ruins seem to pulse around them, shadows stretching too long in the fractured light.)