sun had found an extra arm. now he just needed to find a way to get himself repaired. digging as his servos screamed. he could feel his body shutting down. his systems were struggling to keep up with the damage. The alerts in his HUD kept flashing warnings—low power, structural instability, critical failures—but something else flickered at the edges of his vision. A memory? No, that wasn't right. sun tried to shake his head to get rid of this image. but the memory played on.
moon was staring down at sun. looking mad. "you did this sun. how could you!" sun just felt his throat tightening. he wasn't human why was it doing this. before sun could choke out a response moon turned. walking away.
the memory faded. that wasn't suns memory. that didn't happen... right? sun shook his head. grabbing his rays. that wasnt real! moon never said that too him! sun looked up nearly screaming in surprise az he stumbled back. it was as quick to disappear. there had been a figure. it had rays just like him. but more in a way. shaking it off, sun grabbed the few parts he found. and started searching the web. trying to find how to fix himself.
it got to the point he was loosing battery life and would need to charge at some point. until finally. he found something, his blue prints hidden deep within his code. so he got working. it took him a while to figure out how to use a wrench. but about 5 hours later. sun did it, the arm switched colors before going to his yellow. he looked up again.
he yelped again. this time he saw more of the figure. he was right it had rays like him. and looks a lot like him. sun saw as his systems stopped screaming at him. he crawled back. the figure disappeared again. sun scrambled up and rushed through one of the four main animatronics doors. Monty's. sun hadnt even looked at the character. he just felt panicked and felt the need to get out of that room. when he got to the door into Monty's room.. he was met with a pitch black room. the door shut behind him and he immediately tried to get it open. if he had a heart, it would be racing.
the door wouldnt budge so he turned on a glow feature he learned he had and looked around. the room was a mess and triggered the programmed ocd. and he jumped as he saw the edges of his vision start to darked again. this time. he let it.
The memory took hold, dragging Sun into its grip like a tidal wave.
A dimly lit room, shattered pieces of metal scattered across the floor. Moon stood over him- no, not him, but someone like him. The figure with too many rays. Sparks flickered from the torn wires in its chest.
"You had your chance, Sun," Moon's voice was cold, distant. "But you let it happen. You let them win."
Sun's hands twitched in reality, his servos whirring in distress. The memory wasn't his—it couldn't be his. But why did it feel so real?
Back in Monty's room, Sun stumbled, nearly knocking over a pile of broken bass guitars. His glow cast long shadows, distorting the room around him. His optics scanned the space, searching for something, anything familiar. The dark corners seemed to breathe, shifting as if something lurked just beyond the edges of his light.
A whisper, not from his speakers but from somewhere inside his head.
"Find me."
Sun's entire system jolted, error messages flooding his HUD. He staggered back, knocking into a shelf. A loud clatter echoed through the silent room.
Then, from the shadows, movement.
Something was there.
Something that looked just like him.
then. sun collapsed. his HUD still flickering with error messages as his sensors were flooded. then. he saw the door open. but suns vision shut off. going black