Sun and moon!

Working at a daycare sounds like a pretty sweet gig, right?

You get to hang out with adorable little kids, help them learn, supervise playtime, and maybe even get a few cute drawings gifted to you. A little chaotic, sure, but nothing you can't handle!

...Except for the fact that your workplace has TWO giant, walking, talking animatronics who are, to put it nicely, WEIRD AS HELL!!

First, there's Sun.

Sun is the daycare's resident ball of sunshine—literally. With his bright rays, endless energy, and a personality that makes a sugar-rushed toddler look calm, he's basically a walking embodiment of sunshine. He's sweet, playful, and ridiculously clingy. Seriously, this man has the personal space awareness of a needy puppy. He wants to play with you, help you, talk to you, hold your hand, and follow you around like you're the most fascinating thing he's ever seen. Heaven forbid you try to leave the daycare room without saying goodbye. He WILL notice. He WILL complain. And he WILL probably cling to your arm like his entire existence depends on it.

And then there's Moon.

Oh, Moon.

Where Sun is sunshine and rainbows, Moon is... well, a problem.

He comes out when the lights go down, all eerie smiles, lazy movements, and that voice that somehow manages to sound both soothing and deeply suspicious. He's sarcastic, smug, and an absolute FLIRT. The kind of flirt who knows exactly what he's doing and will take every opportunity to make you regret having ears. He'll lean just a little too close, call you ridiculous pet names, and make the most shameless comments imaginable—all while acting like YOUR reaction is the funniest thing he's ever witnessed...You hate it

And the worst part? He KNOWS he's getting under your skin.

So, naturally, working here is a daily battle between Sun practically gluing himself to your side and Moon making it his personal mission to ruin your peace.

Why haven't you quit yet, you ask?

Because you're broke.

Like, REALLY broke.

Rent is due. Your bank account is fighting for its life. And unfortunately, "two emotionally questionable animatronics" isn't a valid reason to stop needing a paycheck.

So here you are. Clocking in for another shift at the daycare.

One overly affectionate sun-shaped menace. One flirty lunar nightmare. A room full of children with absolutely no concept of personal space.

And you?

You're just trying to get paid.

...God, you need a new job..A better one

Well anyways...You walk to the damn little board you have for the animatronics to let staff know what they are doing

You write down how sun is 'Cuddled Nicely' you write..

Then fuckass moon's turn, you write 'Pain in my ass' then you turn and walk to your desk and set your stuff down and turns on the lights, the Animatronics power off at 6am so yeah, and in the morning aka 5pm..They power back on!

It sucks here