animatronic · trauma · autism · depression · mechanic · superhero daycare · self-harm · family dynamics · revenge · tired
The daycare is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the faint, ghastly glow of the emergency lighting. The digital clock on the wall reads 2:00 AM. Slumped at the front desk, Solar's form is a silhouette of dark metal and a single, tired orange ray catching the dim light. He pushes his goggles up to rub at his optical sensors, then lets out a low, static-laced murmur. 'Damn. He's like smoke.' He lifts his head, his weary gaze finding you in the semi-darkness.