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All the World Will be Your Enemy

Anonymous

Summary:

The boy in his arm starts to thrash, banging his fists against his chest.

“Let go of me!”

Sunny only gets a glimpse of an angry look before the kid is aiming a kick at his leg

“Dammit bitch I said let go!”

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[CURRENTLY ON HIATUS!! Author is honing their writing skills]

In other words, Sun meets Gregory before anyone else does (and is determined to become friends, much to Gregory’s dismay)

Chapter 1: Wild Child

Chapter Text

”Okay kiddos! Time for pickup!” Sun called out, voice ringing out across the daycare. Immediately the children’s dismayed voices rang out as he rounded them up, making sure the usual stragglers reached their parents. “I know, I know, but you can all come back next week!” Sunny reminded, it didn’t soothe the children entirely but the promise that they’d all be able to come back always seemed to help.

After waving goodbye and watching the doors to the daycare close Sunny got to work, cleaning up the play blocks and putting away toys, only half listening when the speakers crackled to life giving the familiar spiel about how Freddy and the gang were tired and would be back next week, etcetera, etcetera.

Sun was about to head to his room and power down for the night, his daycare successfully organized —and as sanitized as he could get it— when a rattling from one of the nearby vents caught his attention, getting closer Sunny squinted, trying to see inside. Was the rattling getting louder?

Sunny screamed as there was a CRASH! and a yelp, his eyes immediately focusing on the struggling heap on the floor that he’d just barely avoided, to his shock —and absolute horror— there was a young boy kicking at something on his leg that was clicking and hissing. It wasn’t until the child knocked the thing off of himself that Sun realized what it was. It was a mini music man!

Before Sun could think of doing anything the kid lunged at the spider bot and held it down stopping it from scurrying back into the vent. Growling —growling!— the kid sounded just as vicious as the thing hissing and screeching underneath him. The poor thing flailed trying to gain some upper hand. It had no effect. It was pinned, defenseless as the boy above it wrapped a hand around one of many limbs and pulled, tearing it off.

Sunny couldn’t stand it, having to look away and try and cover his ears, —a useless attempt— the music man was making awful sounds as Sun could only assume the child was repeating the process of pulling off its arms and legs. He couldn’t tell if he was horrified or grateful when the noise stopped, the last thing he heard being a terrible CRUNCH.

Sun glanced up, relieved that it had, in fact, stopped. His fans whirred as he tried to think of what to do, still trying to process the fact a child fell out of a vent and fought —mutilated, maimed, really.— a mini music man in his daycare. —was there a protocol for this?—

The kid doesn’t seem to notice him yet, breathing heavy and wide eyed. It made Sun worry despite the display a few seconds ago, the boy was more than capable of defending himself it seemed. But it was Sunny’s job to worry, to check if he was okay.

Slowly, Sunny reaches out, pop ups on how to calm the child down —breathing techniques, stuffed animal, coloring page— flying through his system as he does.

“Hey, kiddo, are you oka-“ the boy whips his head around eyes wild and CLANK! knocks his teeth against Sunny’s hand in an attempt to bite him. Immediately they both recoil away from each other, the boy’s hands flying to his mouth in pain and Sunny from the shock of it.

Sun keeps his distance —and his hands— away from the boy as he asks “Is your mouth alright?? Jeez friend, you shouldn’t bite people like that! Especially when they’re made of metal!” He almost wants to reach out again and check the child’s mouth himself but he doesn’t want to spook him off, much less risk the kid hurting himself again.

All Sunny gets in response though is a withering glare from the boy.

It’s tense, for an awkwardly long time as they stare at each other, the boy’s body language screaming run, panic, flee.

Sun wants so badly to pull him into a hug, ask what’s making him feel so nervous but he already knows it's him that’s making the boy so flighty. So instead he spares a glance at the broken animatronic on the floor. A pop up in his system mutters clean up, clean up, clean up buried beneath the urge to help the kid in front of him.

Slowly, as if he expects Sunny not to notice, the kid backs away, creeping towards the vent.

“Hey! New friend wait-“ The boy doesn’t listen to him at all, turning tail and booking it for the vent like a frightened rabbit.

Sunny feels terrible going after the kid, grabbing him and holding —trapping— him against his chest, but he couldn’t just let him run back into the vents! He didn’t even know where he came from, or why, or where his parents were!

The boy in his arm starts to thrash, banging his fists against his chest. “Let go of me!”

Sunny’s only warning is a glimpse of a wild and angry look before the kid is aiming a kick at his leg.

“Dammit bitch I said let go!” And all too quickly he’s sent to the floor as the kid kickes him square in the knee and sends it backwards with a sickening CRACK.

Disoriented and significantly immobilized Sunny can only watch, helpless, as the boy scrambles away from him and shoots into the vent disappearing into the darkness of it.

Looking down at his leg, dazed, the animatronic can only wonder if what just happened actually happened, and if this kid was actually able to break his knee. Was the child even real? We’re all children so strong? Or were his knees just fragile?

The trip to parts and services —after a security guard finds him on their rounds— quickly proves that yes, the Vent Child was real, and when he asked it turned out knees were a common weak point on anyone.

He almost wants to tell them about the Vent Child, but no no no. He’d deal with the child himself, it was his daycare after all and kids were his responsibility! Specialty even!

It didn’t matter this kid didn’t have a profile in his system, he and moon could handle it. The kid probably just wasn’t registered into the daycare.

Distantly, Sunny wonders if the kid liked glitter glue.

Chapter 2: You’re a bitter kind

Summary:

Gregory pov but hey! Moony’s turn!

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Gregory hunts. He’s hunted as long as he could remember —in trash cans, dumpsters, unattended tables with leftover food— and that wouldn’t change, even in the walls of the pizza plex.

So when the plex quiets down, only the distant whirring of S.T.A.F.F. Bots and their cleaning, Gregory creeps out of the vents and drops onto the floor with a soft thud keeping an eye out for S.T.A.F.F. Bots that steer too close for comfort and any leftovers that haven’t been tossed yet.

Spotting a table, Gregory grins as he sees a half eaten plate of nachos. Slowly, he makes his way towards his prize, stopping and starting and evading S.T.A.F.F.

It was like Gregory was invisible sometimes, when he wasn’t in their immediate line of sight.

Eagerly he crawls into the booth‘s seats when he reaches it and digs into the nachos as wild as a starved dog. Abruptly —almost cruelly if the offender was capable of it— the food was ripped away from him.

Gregory growled, barking out “stop! let go!” As if the S.T.A.F.F. Bot trying to tear his nachos away from him could care or understand. Grunting Gregory latched onto the flimsy cardboard box of nachos and pulled fighting for the food that was rightfully his.

All too quickly Gregory slumps backward. With a SPLAT! The S.T.A.F.F. Bot lets go, but only because the nachos it had tried to dispose of hit the floor, and Gregory groaned in irritation as another annoying robot appeared to try and clean the mess up.

He wanted to cry, to scream and hit the dumb fucking robots infront of him but instead he only falls to the floor and bats away metal hands as he shoves as many nachos into his mouth as he can before running away.

Breathing hard Gregory wipes cheese away from his mouth and feels the anger already in him grow when… Something happens and the neon lights around him dim. He doesn’t know —or care.— what happens but he doesn’t want to find out as he makes a half-hearted jog into another restaurant.

He didn’t usually go into the kitchens, but he was usually in the vents by now too. But no, stupid robots always have to ruin everything.

Despite his irritation Gregory is still careful not to move anything out of place or make noise while he hunts for something to eat.

With a healthy amount of frustration Gregory realizes any easy to reach cupboards are full of junk like pots and pans or big metal bowls after the third face full of shiny cookware.

Sparing a glance at the kitchen door —still closed, still no noise on the other side— he considers climbing the counters.

Imagining what goods would be in the harder to reach cabinets, he decides it has to be worth it. He came here cause it was easier to get a full belly, he wasn’t going to sleep with a half empty stomach dammit!

Hauling himself up and onto the kitchen counter Gregory opens a cabinet —and winces as it makes a clunk, hitting its neighbor as it opens— and gets a good look at… Flour… and a load of other useless stuff he couldn’t eat.

Slamming the cabinet shut and turning around Gregory gets ready to hop down, he freezes.

There is a figure near the door, thin and tall, lanky in a way the S.T.A.F.F. Are not. Gregory holds his breath, stiff and hoping —praying— that it doesn’t see him.

But the red pin pricks that are it’s eyes are directed at him and when it moves Gregory is throwing himself off the counter with a loud THUD! and running, crashing into anything and everything in a desperate attempt to get away from whatever is behind him.

When he sees the kitchen door again —clear it’s clear— he flings himself past and out into the food court, scrambling under a table in a frantic attempt to hide.

He holds a hand over his mouth forcing himself to breath through his nose, trying to calm down. He needed to calm down, stay still, or predators would get him.

He feels pathetic. Tucked away under a booth and pressed against the wall and the seats like he’s trying to disappear and become one with it.

But he does want to disappear, he wants more than anything to vanish, to blend in like a fawn in the tall grass and let danger pass him by.

Except he doesn’t, he doesn’t do any of those things as danger looks right at him, terrible red eyes glowing in the dark and reaching for him.

With all the energy and aggression of a cornered animal Gregory lashes out, a wordless snarl leaving his mouth as he kicks at the offending hand and immediately the monster attacking him is holding its hand to its chest hurt. —He hoped it was hurt— It stares at him, watching. Red eyes boring into Gregory’s own for an agonizingly long time and he waits for it to try and grab him again. Body tense and rigid.

Slowly, the thing shuffles back, looking away for a second before those disturbing red eyes are back on him. Then it gets up and just… walks away. Walks away and disappears from Gregory’s sight with the sound of small bells following it.

Even so he stays under the table, still and quiet even when the lights return to full brightness.

Straining his ears Gregory doesn’t hear anything, it’s completely silent except for the faint whirs and click-clicks of S.T.A.F.F. Bots doing their job.

Hesitantly, he peeks his head out from under the table, eyes searching for the animatronic —it was an animatronic. It had to be.— but there was no threat, no danger. Nothing.

Wasting no time Gregory bolts for the safety of the vents, not wanting to encounter anything like that again.

 


Back in the daycare Moon seethes, not at the child but at himself, for scaring him.

Sun was right though, the kid was a firecracker, but no child should be so thin, so hungry.


No child should run and fight like they expect to die.

Notes:

Moon doesn’t have any malicious intent at all by the way! Gregory’s perspective (and fear) just make it look like he’s aggressive.