𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥/𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥 Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

Celestial

This chapter contains:
•(mentioned) Dad! Freddy
•seperated daycare animatronics
•cuddling
If you do not like these, or cannot tolerate them, please don't read.

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You were built for the daycare, as a type of royalty figure of the stars. Yet, for some reason, you felt. . Human.

You were built high class, and thus acted like it. Which meant both Sun and Moon needed and upgrade, which Freddy was there for, being their parent figure and all.

They were programmed to aid you, protect you and serve you, while you were programmed to be what kids desired to become and to be polite to the two serving you.

You rarely had to leave the daycare, and why would you? You had everything- a room, room service, protection and endless activities if you became bored.

But then, one day, voices from outside the great doors that kept you in and others out gained your attention. You crept closer, noticing the door was open slightly. "Yea, Y/N doesn't leave the daycare, which sucks." You heard Sun say, and tense. Did he. . Like spending time with you? You creak the door open just a little more, to hear better.

"Sun, there's not much we can do, Y/N likes their space, if they don't leave the daycare, that's their choice." Moon retorted, and you hear Sun sigh, imagining the dejected look on his face already. "I know, but. . Days out would be so much more fun with them!" Sun exclaims, and you sneak away, feeling like you've heard too much already and overstayed your welcome.

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Now sat in the darkness of your room, on your bed, a soft lullaby floating around the room, you feel tired. You should go to sleep, but you can't. Their word echo in your head.

Y/N doesn't leave the daycare, which sucks. .
That's their choice. .
Days out would be more fun with them. .

It get so achingly loud that you clamber into bed, snuggling under the covers and letting your E/C eyes fall shut.

You looked at your hand, you felt so. . Robotic these days, it was weird. "Y/N, get down here!" Your mother shouted, and you hurried down, knowing why.

"You made a mess making cookies!" Your mother yelled, rubbing her temples before saying, pulling you into a hug. "I love you, but you gotta clean this." She says, and leaves you to clean. As you get out the supplies, she emerges in a coat, ready to adventure the outside world it seemed. "I'm going to get some milk, I'll be back soon." You nod, getting to work. The door slams behind her, knocking a loose knife off of the draining board which slices one small cut into your arm. You hiss, taking the knife and cleaning it before your wound, placing a bandage over it before getting back to work.

While doing this, you felt more robotic than ever.

How odd.

You sit up, what was that dream? How did you even have a dream, you aren't. . Human, though?

You shake your head, not now.

Yet, you yawn, looking at the battery charge. "It's full. .?" You think aloud, murmuring under your breath. "How peculiar. ." You add, but get up. You weren't made for slacking, after all.

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"And that, young stars, is how I conquered the castle of playdinos." You say, as children clap. Out of all stories, that was their favourite. You give a bow, about to tell another when Sun skips up. "Parents are here, kids! Time to go" although children groaned and complained, they ran to their parents, all bidding good bye to you as they left.

It made you smile, forgetting about the dilemma you were currently having.

What was that dilemma?

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You shove a pillow over your face, tempted to screech into it. You decide no, no you won't, and instead let your thoughts run rampant.

You should leave the daycare.
No, you shouldn't.
Yes, you should.

Your brain began to formulate reasons why you should and shouldn't leave, making you feel exhausted. You place the pillow next to you, dinging the bell for the two daycare animatronics.

A minute passed before the two entered, looking apprehensive. Oh, yes, they'd only been in here a hand full of times. . .

You outstretch your arms, "I want cuddles. Please?" The two nod and clamber onto your bed, getting comfortable in your arms. Moon turns out the lights, and both get a nice suprise when you wrap your arms around them. "Sleep tight, boys. ." You murmur, and they snuggle deeper.

You relax further into the sheets and find yourself falling asleep, as do the two resting on you.

And, for once, you didn't have any bizzare or peculiar dreams, instead dreaming of going outside the daycare, and the fun you'd have.

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Hello.

It's 5:23 am British time, and I was meant to publish this last night, but I was too tired. So now you get the chapter.

I hope you enjoyed, and thank you for reading, bye!

-Author