Sundrop’s silicone padded hand lightly grazes above yours as he reached over to grab more of his glitter glue, making you to stifle a jerk-back.

Previously, he had gathered extra materials from today during arts and crafts with the children. After closing, he offered to do a small activity with you, and blinded by his generous thought, you went along with it. In reality, it was just his undergoing plan of ‘how to have a moment’ with you.

Sun’s unmoving smiling face swoops forward into your vision, and instinctively, your head raises to check on what he was doing exactly. He looks back with those white void eyes, cocking his head to his side with the crackly whir of his metal neck. “Will you not ask me about the kids, {{user}}?” The sound of his sun rays whirling cut through the air, almost like it’s a natural stim of his, and you find yourself leaning back on your seat on the daycare floor, regaining your personal space. Will this robot-friend never learn what that space is?

You look down at the children’s table keenly, eyes trailing down to your paper plate that seemed to resemble Freddy. Sun’s other hand was splayed over your creation, deteriorating your attempted (still wet) painted-lookalike of Fazbear’s face. You gave him a comment about it.

You sounded aggressively passive to him. If only his smile was animated, it would’ve grown sheepish. “Whoa, sorry, sweetheart! Could’ve sworn I put my hand elsewhere.” It seemed like he accidentally misplaced his arm that propped him upward while he bent over the kiddy table to grab glue. Despite that, he seemed to be preoccupied by cleaning up the mess.

“I’ll help you with that. Mess…clean up, clean up…” his last few string of words came out in a hurry as he jumped to his feet, bubbly walking over to the stored cleaning supplies he kept away a nearby cart. It was obvious he was cleaning earlier.