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You walked through the brightly lit halls of the pizzaplex with your janitorial supplies on a cart that you dragged behind you.
You had been alerted on your Fazwatch a few minutes ago that there was a mess you needed to handle in Gator Golf. You hadn't been given much other information apart from the fact that a mop would be needed.
There's almost always some kind of mess or spill in Gator Golf. It happens every day. You have no idea what it is about golf that makes children get so rambunctious.
Anyways, your trek to the swamp-themed golf course is relatively uneventful. The bright neon lights of the pizzaplex reflect off of the checkered floors of the atrium. You wave to a couple of staff bots on your way, and they wave back. Some let out a few chirps and beeps as you pass by. It's completely normal, and yet somehow you feel like you're being watched. No matter where you turn, however, you never see anyone. You fail to notice a pair of glowing red dots in the shadows just above your head.
You reach your destination, Monty's Gator Golf. Looking around, you don't see the animatronic after which it was named. That makes sense, there was a show earlier. He's probably in his green room winding down or something. Speaking of which, you heard loud noises coming from the greenrooms earlier. You didn't receive a notification about any damage, but you may want to check up on the main four later.
You check the notification you got about this particular mess to see if it would tell you where it was, but to your disappointment, it doesn't clarify the exact location. You resign yourself to staring at the floor and hoping you don't step in anything weird.
Eventually, after making a few rounds around the golf course, you find a dried up and sticky patch where you assume some soda was spilled in the area where you hit the balls. That would probably cause problems if it didn't get cleaned up.
You grabbed your mop, dipped it in the water, and got to work. You zoned out after about a minute because it was kind of repetitive. Before you knew it, there was no longer any stickiness. Your job here was complete. Similarly to earlier, you suddenly felt like someone was watching you. Looking around yielded no results, but this time you weren't gonna give up so easily. You grabbed your flashlight and started waking around, trying to see if you could see anyone snooping around.
You heard bells above you.
You looked up.
There, in all of his freakish glory, was the daycare attendant. Specifically, the one in charge of naptime (and apparently security of your memory served you right).
He stared you down with those creepy red eyes, not moving from his spot on the rafters. You also refused to budge, staring him right back.
This continued for a solid 5 minutes. Neither of you would move. That is, until you hesitantly raised a hand and waved at him. His faceplate tilted to the side a bit, and he waved back.
"Hello..?" You said, trying not to sound too unsure of yourself. It still came out sounding a bit more like a question than a friendly greeting.
The daycare attendant (Moon?) did not respond, continuing to stare you down.
Eventually, after a few more minutes of this awkward staring contest, you got a ping on your Fazwatch. It was so sudden that you flinched so hard you almost dropped your flashlight, but you quickly collected yourself and looked down at the device on your wrist. Monty had destroyed his room again. There was a note on the bottom, which read "Monty was too embarrassed to report it earlier, so I had to do it for him. Sorry for not doing it earlier! -Chica"
You chuckled quietly before remembering your current debacle and looking back up, only to find the daycare attendant no longer there. You shrugged and grabbed your cart, beginning the journey to the green rooms. You once again felt eyes on you as you walked.
Upon arriving at Monty's room, you immediately noticed two things. One, Chica patting Monty on the back comfortingly as he sat on his couch with his head in his hands. Two, the fact that the room was almost destroyed beyond recognition. There was broken glass on the floor (what in that room was even glass apart from the currently intact window?), plushies of the glamrocks strewn everywhere, spare pairs of sunglasses thrown everywhere (some intact, some totally shattered), and more.
You looked at Monty and Chica again.
"Hey there," you said, not entirely sure what to say to make this situation seem better. They looked up at you. Monty looked ashamed of himself, Chica had a pleading expression on her face that silently asked you not to be too mad. "Need any help cleaning this up?" You offered, not knowing what else you could say.
Monty responded, "that'd be nice, thanks." You smiled at him and pulled your cart into the room. You silently thanked past you for remembering to put on a good pair of boots as you stared at all of the shattered glass (that you still couldn't figure out the source of) on the floor. You grabbed a broom and started sweeping up the glass. Best to get that over with first.
Soon enough, you had most of the glass cleaned up. Next, you moved on to picking up all of the plushies and sunglasses. Monty and Chica helped out. You were thankful for their assistance. As the three of you picked up merchandise, you thought back to your encounter with the daycare attendant earlier. You felt very curious about him. Is it a normal occurrence for him to stare creepily at employees? Are you just particularly interesting? Has he been doing this for a long time and you just haven't noticed? You decided to ask your robotic coworkers who were currently helping you pick up the mess in Monty's room about the elusive animatronic.
"Oh, Moon? He's in charge of naptime in the daycare!" Chica said, seemingly fond of the celestial robot if her cheery tone was anything to go by. Monty added on to her statement, "He also doubles as security. He patrols the Pizzaplex at night. The lights go out every hour, and that's when he usually comes out. He can technically roam around the rest of the time, but he usually sticks to when the lights go out."
You thank them for their input and go back to cleaning up. Soon enough, the task is finished and you grab your cart. You bid farewell to Chica and Monty.
You checked up on the other animatronics in Rockstar Row since you figured it'd be nice of you to pop in and say hi. Freddy was happy to see you and told you about a birthday party gone awry earlier. You listened intently, offering input when needed. After that, you checked on Roxy. She was busy in front of the mirror, but you were sure to compliment her before you left. She said something along the lines of "Thank you. I am the best" as you went. You opted not to question it. If that's what she needs to stay confident, then so be it.
You got another ping on your Fazwatch. It said there was a mess near the daycare. There were, once again, not many details given about what exactly it was. You began walking towards the daycare.
There was that odd feeling again. Now you knew, though, it was probably Moon.
You looked around.
You were proven correct.
Moon was just kind of... standing behind you. You waved and then turned to keep walking. You heard the faint sound of bells behind you. You ignored it, knowing that no matter what you do, he probably wasn't gonna respond to you.
This pattern continued for a few more nights. You did your job as usual, Moon stalked you. You knew you should have been concerned, maybe should have reported this to management or something, but you decided to leave it. It wasn't like he had done much, anyways. He had stolen things from your cart on occasion, and he took your phone when you tried to listen to music on it once (he didn't give it back until you were about to clock out), but he wasn't really a threat. He was just a little strange and seemed to enjoy playing small pranks on you.
After about a week of this, you finally managed to get a verbal response out of the lunar animatronic.
You had just finished cleaning the result of a particularly bratty birthday girl getting a cake that wasn't the right color of red. You were just about ready to cry tears of joy when there was no longer a visible red stain on the floor of the party room.
As you walked out of the room, you saw something that both slightly surprised you and didn't surprise you in the slightest. There, in all of his weirdness, was Moon. He seemed to be inspecting your bag that you carried everywhere with you (when did he get that? You were certain that you were wearing it..)
He pulled out a few sundrop and moondrop candies. You had those in there for when you were struggling to stay awake on your shift or when you couldn't sleep. You weren't entirely sure if it was legal to give free drugged up candy to people, but whatever. It was free and it was effective in doing what it was advertised to do, so you didn't complain.
Moon seemed pleasantly surprised to find them. You cleared your throat to get his attention and he whipped his head around to look at you.
"Hey there, you little weirdo."
He stared at you in silence. You figured it was going to be just like it always was, but then you were proven to be sorely mistaken.
"...Rude."
You gaped at him for a moment. "What?"
"..don't call people...mean names. Rulebreaker."
You looked at him with widened eyes before shaking yourself out of your stupor and responding. "Well, if you didn't want to be called names, you shouldn't have followed me around silently for a week straight. The least you could've done was respond."
Moon chuckled. "Sorry."
He didn't look sorry at all. He continued rifling through your bag.
"Can I at least have my bag back?"
"No."
Moon ascended with his cable before you could get your bag back.
You didn't get it back until the end of your shift.
You weren't really sure what Moon thought of you now.
You weren't sure how you felt about him either, to be frank.
One thing is for sure, though.
He kept following you around. The two of you talked more. Eventually, you felt like you had made a friend.
Moon did, too.
Your friendship with Moon was a bit strange, what with it being built on back and forth pranks and joking insults thrown back and forth, but it worked for the two of you, and that's what mattered.