𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 '𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕩

You cupped both hands over your eyes and whisper-shouted into your microphone. "How much longer are the lights out, Freddy?"

"Not long. I will be waiting for you outside as soon as I have completed charging."

The music box-style clicking grew even louder behind you, now paired with the jingling of bells as Moondrop waltzed right up to your hiding spot.

"Naughty girl...naughty girl...it's past your bedtime."

His voice was like a warped record—both defective and comforting in all of the wrong ways. "Oh my fucking god please go away," you tried to crawl as far away from the opening of the tube as possible, but you weren't exactly as small as you used to be when you attended the daycare.

There was a noticeable lull in noise as the jingling stopped right at the entrance of the tube. "Naughty girl...such language is not permitted inside the daycare. You must be punished."

You felt a hand brush against the small of your back and let out a panicked scream before wiggling your way to the very end. As soon as you clawed your way out of that plastic deathtrap, you began running for your life through the dark daycare.

It was hard to weave in and out of the various play structures while you could barely see a foot in front of your face, but somehow you made it all the way to the ball pit without getting caught. Your breath was strained and you put a hand against your chest to feel your beating heart. The glowing stars on the tall ceiling offered very little light as you squinted through the darkness in an attempt to find your perpetrator.

Just when you thought you narrowly escaped his clutches, your breath hitched as you felt two strong arms latch around your waist from behind and hoist you up into the air. You were so frozen in fear that it took you several seconds to realize that you'd been dragged fifty feet up off of the daycare floor.

Your stomach lurched in rhythm with the sound of wire being pulled taut. You'd forgotten one little important detail about your best buddy Moon—he could fly.

Not really, obviously. But they had him hooked up to all these cords that let him float around the room with ease. It used to freak you out really bad.

It still freaked you out.

Moon grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you around so that you had no choice but to face him. He looked exactly the same as he did back then. Jagged features with a pair of large glowing eyes that bore down at you intimidatingly from above. The manufacturers sure did have a thing for red eyes.

Moon conducted a quick scan of your face and his grip on your upper body nearly went slack. If your eyes weren't squinted shut in terror, you would have been able to see his melt into soft midnight blue color. "Starlight...?"

"Yeah, hi Moondrop. Good to see you. Please put me down."

For just one moment, you thought he would actually listen. But the cogs began turning in his head and before you could really process it, his mischievous smirk grew and his eyes flickered red once more. "Now why would I do a silly little thing like that?" He purred, unweaving his slender fingers from around your torso.

You slipped out of Moon's hold and began freefalling toward the plush floor of the daycare—arms flailing wildly in front of you. You knew that the ground was soft to prevent kids from scraping their knees, but it would do absolutely nothing for you if you fell face-first from such a high place. You screamed right up until the very last second before you would have hit the ground.

Would have. Because as soon as you thought to cover your face with your hands, the same arms that dropped you from the sky curled around your body and yanked you right side up again. As much as you were afraid of Moondrop, you were even more afraid of plummeting to your death, so you didn't think twice before curling around him like a koala.