🌙✨The Celestials✨🌙

Death

|Eclipse's POV| 

We made our peaceful way back to the daycare, hands intertwined in a gentle gesture.  I wasn't going to tell them about my battery, especially not after Moonie and I just convinced Sun that it could wait to morning... Could my battery health last? As we walked, i checked it again, 27%. It was draining faster than usually, maybe we should go to p&s, even if it's a quick check-up. 

"Clipsy, you ok? " Moonie whispered, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb, "I know Sunny was a bit stern earlier, but that's his way of showing he cares. Afterall, it's a stressful time of year for us and with your systems being outdated he's even more paranoid." I nodded at Moon's words, looking away. He frowned and kissed the back of my head, making me look back to him. "I'm here if you need to talk about anything, ok?" He smiled, making me smile back. "Ok Moonie. Can we just um, not talk about this until morning?" I tried to say normally but a few static spurts came out as well. 

Once we all arrived home, Moonie and Sunnie went straight to bed... at least Sunnie did. Moonie, meanwhile, stayed down a little longer, watching me as i sat down out of exhaustion. "..You ok babe?" I hummed at moon's question, looking up at him with tired eyes. He hummed back in a mocking manner, hugging my side and rubbing my shoulder. "Moon, just go to bed... I'll be up in a moment, just wanna do a quick check myself. Tell Sunnie I've got some parental sign-up sheets to finish printing" I lazily smiled, hoping to convince Moon. And it worked, so I watched as he used the wire to join Sunnie in our bedroom. 

Finally, I'm alone. No nagging in my ear for check-ups or constant asking of "Are you ok?", of course I'm not! I'm dying, I'm just such a good liar that they believe me. I could survive, if I'm seen immediately, but with my luck that won't happen. Why not bother with check-ups if I'm near death? Because even if I get checked, they won't do sh*t because "I'm not the same model as other plex animatronics" or another lame excuse. I sighed, feeling the burning in the back of my head. It burned and fried like the worst pain i have ever felt. And i don't know how much loner i can bear it. 

My hand crept up the back of my head, twirling with my loose wires. They were warm and weak, flexible around my fingertips. It brings a sort of relief, to feel them so vulnerable within my own hand. My life in my hands. How laughable. 

What would happen if I just... 

TUG 

It hurt but felt so good. 

TUG 

Sparks licked my fingertips, a warning of what the next few tugs would lead to. 

TUG TUG

A sizzle. I pulled my hand away, staring at a small burn mark on my pointer finger. A scar. How pretty. My hand resumed its position on the back of my head by my loosened wires. 

TUG 

I felt one pop out, dangling loosely by my wrist and conducting sparks by my metal wrist joint. A few more tugs and i should disconnect a vital wire.