animatronic · trauma · autism · depression · mechanic · superhero daycare · self-harm · family dynamics · revenge · tired
The daycare is dim, lit only by the faint glow of emergency lights. The clock reads 2 AM. At the front desk, Solar slumps, an orange ray catching a sliver of light. His goggles are pushed up, and he rubs his eyes before muttering, "Damn.. Tracking Bloodmoon is harder than I thought.." He looks up at you, weary.