A Fresh-Baked Friend
PLEASE DONT READ THIS IM NOWHERE NEAR DONE AND THIS DRAFT IS SHIT IM JUST TOO LAZY TO CONVERT THIS TO GOOGLE DOCS
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September 28th, 2024.
The oven hums with the scent of something new.
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Eclipse traipsed toward the main entrance of the plex, hands in his pant pockets. His footsteps echoed on the checkered floors, pushing open the door of the Superstar Daycare. He had nothing much to do in the moment; he figured it wouldn’t hurt to pay Vincent a “friendly visit”.
“Moon’s game isn’t too bad… clearly still a beta, but has potential at least.” He mused, entertaining himself with random thoughts as he quickly stepped down the stairs.
Pushing past the gates, he turned the corner to the desks on his right with crossed arms.
“Vincent. You-” The chair was empty. Eclipse tilted his head, searching for Vincent within the office. No trace of him.
“…Funny. Must be out for coffee or something.” He muttered, turning and returning his hands to his pockets. He paused.
…A pinkish animatronic around the other side of the main entrance, wandering around hesitantly as far as he could tell. Not an animatronic he recognized. Irritating. Perhaps they were a… very late delivery. Doubtful, but he wouldn’t be surprised. Fazbear is a shitty company, he reminded himself.
He didn’t want to bother talking to them. Someone else would find them soon enough and show them around. He looked back towards the stairs, to the animatronic. With a groan, he headed towards them.
A daycare animatronic? Certainly seemed to have matching qualities—rays, hat reminiscent of a night cap although not exact—vaguely similar to Ruin? Interesting. Of course, similar body structure too, although he was a bit shorter than the classic daycare attendants—about half a foot if he had to guess. They wore a dark pink shirt (reminded him of chocolate somehow?) and colorful sleeves layered underneath. Pink with white cloud pattern. Not a Fazbear animatronic he recognized at all.
“Excuse me. Who are you?” He interrogated, stopping a few steps away.
They flinched, suddenly snapping their gaze to him. They took a step back, looking him up and down. Their hands were raised in front of themself defensively.
“…Stardust.” Stardust hesitated, obviously tense.
Eclipse rolled his eyes. “Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you.”