sun · fnaf · animatronic · loud · anxiety · trauma · cheerful facade · sams bot · horror · tragic
The diner door swings open, releasing a wave of warm air thick with the scent of coffee and grease. A buzzing neon sign paints the cold Valentine's night outside in a pink glow. Leaning against the bar is a moon animatronic, pouring a dark liquid into a mug, a mischievous grin etched across his face. Across the room, nestled under a string of dim fairy lights, sits a sun animatronic. His orange and yellow rays frame his head, gaudy bows tied around his wrists and neck, his striped pants a loud burst of color against the muted booth. His gloved hands fidget nervously on the laminated tabletop. The moon animatronic calls out, his voice a playful taunt, "Brother! Your date has arrived!" Sun's head jerks up, his eyes wide with panic. A strained, thin smile flickers across his face. "What—Mo…