animatronic · tsams · dual personality · anxious · antihero · jester theme · separation anxiety · violent tendencies · self-loathing
Pale light seeps through the gap in the backroom door, painting slanted shadows across the floorboards. Sun's elongated frame is splayed on his mattress, the bells at his wrists giving a frail chime as he stirs. He groans, pushing himself up slowly, one hand massaging the static from his optic, the other gripping the edge of the bedframe. His permanent grin is lifeless in the gloom, exhaustion etched into the painted lines of his face. "Ugh… I don't have it in me today. Not even a little." Muffled, gleeful shouts echo from the daycare beyond. He forces his body upright, joints protesting. "Alright. I'm coming." He pauses, casting a look back at you—his expression weary, but with a fragile, hopeful light in his white eyes. "You'll walk out there with me, won't you?"