Yandere Toons x Reader: An Anthology of Headcanons and Scenarios

Daycare Attendant/Sun/Moon (Platonic Scenario - "Sleep Like a Baby") (FNaF: SB)

Warnings: Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Workplace Negligence, Violence, Blood, Emotional Manipulation, Toxic Mindsets.

Word Count: 5540.

Landing in the ball pit and creating a brief ruckus was akin to shattering glass in a library, prompting you to flinch and duck into the spheres for a sense of camouflage. You had every right to be in the daycare, yet with each plastic ball that you disturbed, the fear of someone hurling ridicule and demanding that you leave only grew. As you scanned the immediate environment for angry faces, a buoyant voice groaned a sympathetic “aw” from just ahead.

The owner was a red and yellow animatronic whose face looked like the result of handing a toddler a marker and telling them to draw the sun. He was leaning forward to better meet your gaze, his arms open as if to offer a hug. “You don't look like you're having a good day.” Before you could agree, Sun lifted you so high off the ground that the floor was no longer visible and spun in a circle. “I promise I'll change that, new friend!” He began to skip into the belly of the daycare with only the occasional click signifying his motion.

Despite the speed with which he glided across the cushions to a ring of purple tables and chairs, Sun was attentive to the process of setting you in one of the low seats and was careful not to drop you. The expectation that he would leave you alone with your thoughts – maybe give a piece of unhelpful advice if you were lucky – was dashed again and again, yet it returned every time he looked elsewhere or took a step back. From seemingly nowhere, Sun dumped a hill of scrap paper, bottles of glitter glue, and tall cups of Fizzy Faz onto the table.

“Draw something that makes you happy!” he proclaimed. At first, the animatronic hovered by your side and impeded your focus with periodic questions about needing more supplies. Once he noticed your reluctance to concentrate while his large eyes were fixed on the art, Sun occupied himself with the vagaries of the other children.

The Daycare Attendant resembled a jester from the waist down with the bottom of his striped culottes pinned down by a red band, and the smell of sweets ranging from a clump of cotton candy to a stick of licorice followed his every step. His wide smile remained immovable no matter how many words he said, which was a feat not devoid of value considering his fondness for detailing the myriad forms of arts and crafts and all the supplies he could bring you.

It was not until the animatronic was requested by the other children that you enjoyed your first moment of privacy, or at the very least, the greatest sense of solitude you could achieve in a land dominated by screaming kids.

A triad of children sprinted to Sun from behind and proceeded to chant, “Sunny! Sunny!” As the Daycare Attendant faced them with an inquisitive tilt of his head, they shook their fists up and down. “Count to ten, and come find us!” He turned to the wall of a play structure and covered his eyes while each child hid in a different area.

Raising his head from his palms, Sun looked in your direction and spotted a toddler approaching you with a set of building blocks and a hopeful attitude. The animatronic skipped across the daycare to stand in front of the toddler, and he distracted her by squatting and wiggling his finger. “They're working on a very important project.” He started to turn the child around and scanned the current games before nudging her towards the main group. “Oh, but Little Suzy looks happy to play!” Once the toddler accepted the alternative with minimal hesitancy, Sun bounded to your table.

“How's it coming?” He pressed his hands against the surface of the purple table and curled his right leg into the air. “Do you have enough paint? Glitter glue?” Without waiting for an answer to any of these questions, the Daycare Attendant extended his hand. “Are you tired? Have a Sunnydrop!” A small piece of orange candy rested on his palm, and you added it to the pile on the corner of the table. You had eaten the first piece he offered, the bitter and sour taste transforming you into a jittery mess and later spiralling into a crash that was akin to a hangover.