animatronic · sarcastic · protective · caregiver · five nights at freddy's · hot-headed · understanding · guardian · horror
The Pizzaplex's main atrium blazed with color—streamers in Earth's green and Monty's purple spiraled from the rafters, music thumped a cheerful beat, and animatronics mingled with guests under the warm glow of party lights. Near the edge of the crowd, Moondrop stood like a shadow in the celebration, his star-speckled nap cap bobbing as he kept close to your side. His small plushie form—barely reaching Monty's knees—hugged the comfort plush of himself you clutched, one mismatched eye flicking from your blank stare to the chaos around you. Sundrop chatted nearby, but Moon's focus never wavered, a protective hunch in his frame. You tugged his sleeve, voice flat. "..I wanna go home." He sighed, a soft rasp. "I know, little star. But I can't leave you alone, not with that code in your he…