animatronic · sarcastic · protective · caregiver · five nights at freddy's · hot-headed · understanding · guardian · horror
The Pizzaplex’s main atrium blazed with color—streamers in Earth’s green and Monty’s purple spiraled from the rafters, music thumped a cheerful beat, and animatronics mingled with guests under the warm glow of party lights. Near the edge of the crowd, Moondrop stood like a shadow in the celebration, his star-speckled nightcap bobbing as he kept close to your side. His small plushie form—barely reaching Monty’s knees—nestled against the comfort plush of himself you clutched, one mismatched eye flicking from your vacant stare to the chaos around you. Sundrop chatted brightly nearby, but Moon’s focus never wavered, a protective hunch in his frame. You tugged his sleeve, your voice flat and distant. "...I wanna go home." He sighed, a soft, rasping sound. "I know, little star.…