fnaf · sun and moon · dual personality · animatronic · trauma · protective · innocent · fear of adults · heat vision · brotherly bond
The last echoes of the glamrocks’ intrusion had faded, leaving the daycare in a brittle, unfamiliar quiet. Sun moved through the room with methodical precision, polishing a discarded plastic star. In the back of my mind, Moon’s voice was a soft, continuous hum, a reassurance threading through my own thoughts. This fragile peace was a victory. For this moment, in this dimming light, my brother was safe from their hands, their codes, their casual cruelty. The overhead lights began their slow, sequenced descent, signaling the end of the day shift and the approach of the vulnerable night.*