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This one was fun to work on. Tried to balance Mr. Moon blending into his environment and still being able to read him clearly.

In this chapter Miss Nae-nae and Moon have a little chat. With a surprise guest near the end.

You can read the written portion here:
Working at the Superstar Daycare CH 25Chapter 25: Little Worries Soft music gently drifted through the air. The notes collided with the walls and came back muffled and quiet. The tune was a familiar one. A nostalgic one. I rocked back and forth sliding my hands along fuzzy soft blankets. With my eyes closed I drifted off into the memories the music brought. Thoughts of younger days, quiet comforts, and simple delights. The children to either side of me had long since fallen asleep but I was too engrossed in my meditation to notice. The quiet tinks and twangs of the music had me recalling the lyrics to the lullaby. At some point, the vocals playing in my head transitioned to being sung out loud. It was seamless. So much so that I had no idea it happened until- CREAK CRACK A sudden harsh metallic snapping. A few jingles came along as an afterthought. I shot my eyes open. The night-themed jester was a bit too close for comfort. The soft glow of the stars he wore were nearly drowned out by the intense red of his eyes. Perfectly silhouetting the finger placed firmly in front of his smiling teeth. I took my hands off the two children, subtly to cause the least amount of disturbance. One of them shifted and breathed out of rhythm but soon settled down again. I used my now unoccupied hands to sign 'sorry' at my moon-faced coworker. He responded with a click of his neck and slunk away again. I frowned upon analyzing his face. The broken piece of Sun stuck out the side of his head at an odd angle. It had attempted to retract when the lights turned off with little success. Moon would fidget with it every now and then. Rubbing it softly almost absentmindedly. I hefted my bag from behind me to access the pockets. This time I brought a notebook to write in. Much better than using my sketchbook in my opinion. I heard the click-clacking of Moon rotating his head as I wrote. When I faced the page to the animatronic, he was at attention and ready. Does it hurt? Mr. Moon touched the ray again. His slender fingers smoothed out the bandage that was pushed out of place. The stars on it did not glow, despite it having the same pattern as his outfit. Disappointing to say the least. Moon was distracted by it for a moment before he responded. NO. It was my turn to tilt my head. My lips thinned and my eyes focused on the afflicted area. It twitched sporadically. The continued attempts to right itself failing over and over. If I listened passed the soft melodies I could hear something scrapping. That couldn't have been good or comfortable. I wrote again. Are you sure? , Moon laced his fingers around the curls of his shoes. Well away from his face. Soft, timid jingles played in rhythm with the music. The masterful execution would have made it unnoticeable if I hadn't heard this song a thousand times before. Moon's neck clicked away from the conversation then smoothly corrected his gaze to answer me. I CANNOT FEEL PAIN. I was about to write out 'why?' when I realized what a silly question that would be. Mr. Moon is made of metal and plastic. Nothing but an advanced doll puppeteered by gears and code. Of course, he wouldn't be able to feel pain. How could I have forgotten? I decided to write something else. Sorry. I was just worried. Moon inched his face forward. His hands firmly tangled in place. I scooted away only out of fear that he would topple over. The glowing red looked me over. Settling to a stop at my face. I AM WORRIED. About who? YOU. My throat tightened. Threatening to choke me with shame. At first, I thought he was talking about Suzie. To be honest I was interested in asking about her situation. So much for that. Now I had to focus on clawing myself out of this white lie ditch I was digging. But I could only go farther down. I'm fine. The crescent spun around fully, unconvinced. TENSE, LOOKING. ON CAMERAS. WITH SUN. Oh no... Those cameras have done it again. And Moon was using that fact against me. What do I even say? I can't say anything. I DO NOT want another run-in with Vanessa. Not anytime soon. I had to hold my notebook at an odd angle to hide my trembling hands. I can't talk about it. That note was taken down before it could be presented. I pushed it against me to thoroughly hide it. Think about this first! That's saying too much. I heard Moon click his head in curiosity. I shut my eyes. Gosh! How dumb of me! That's just asking for him to investigate! Augh! I gotta write something else... I erased it and just... sat there. I stared off into the distance. Not sure what to do. Maybe nothing was the right answer. Just breath. Stay calm. Don't think about it too much. Acting stressed is what got Moon suspicious in the first place. Come on, heart! Stop beating so fast... The broken ray snapped and scrapped. Bells softly rang in the night sky. New job, new me... No... Shut up, brain! This is NOT the time. Telling the one coworker who literally has to report it is a bad idea. The worst idea! Clockwork echoed in my head. Like that of worn down, impossibly misshapen gears turning in short, chaotic bursts. I've heard this before. My eyes focused in on reality to find blue-tipped fingers creaking toward me. Twitching and retracting randomly, but ultimately moving forward. His eyes were flickering with images. None lasting enough to see clearly. A low, almost inaudible rumble spoke, “T-th-theRE- The-e-errrrre...” Curse my lack of emotional control! I've got him doing a comfort routine. I scooted away before the hand could collide with my head. Clumps of my hair were captured by the tiny gaps between the digits' joints. With a jarring jolt, I was pulled down to the ground. The sound of it was muffled by the soft flooring but that didn't make my scalp hurt any less. Mr. Moon patted the ground like it was his target all along. Either not willing or unable to stop himself. I grunted a painful yelp into the floor. The motions of Moon's hand were lifting my head up and down in jerky fits. If this didn't stop I would lose an unfortunate amount of hair and possibly more. With my face firmly pinned to the ground I raised my hands over my head. Bumping my hand into his arm at first. Once they were in view, my hands signed 'stop' repeatedly. One hand making a wall on top of the other over and over. A sharp buzzing sound was the only thing to make my hands freeze. The hair trap quickly snapped upward, taking my head along with it. I sucked in air through my teeth with a pained hiss. I involuntarily grabbed at the offending hand. My benign attempts to immobilize Moon were enough to make him pause. With his hand frozen perfectly in place, he contorted his body to direct his eyes to mine. SORRY. SORRY. SORRY. His message scrolled across his face ad nauseam. Only stopping after I had detangled my hair from his hand. I rubbed my head in search of bald spots. Thankfully with no results. Moon was stiff as a board. Eyes narrow pinpricks of red. Poor thing looked mortified. That was my fault. I quickly scribbled out a note for him, not caring about how legible it was. I'm okay. Before he could respond I quickly turned the paper back to me to add one more thing. Don't report this. Please? Moon responded with a hesitant rotation of his head. Hand still frozen in place. A few dozen of my fine hairs glinted in the starlight. Looking at it made my head hurt even more. WHY? Why indeed. I couldn't just come out and say 'Because I don't want Vanessa to see it'. I doubted this would do much other than give her an excuse to tease me about it. But I didn't want to chance it. The memories of yesterday made my blood run cold. What if Moon getting reported would count as 'getting in the way'? No, nope, can't have that. I scribbled more onto my paper. I don't want you to get in trouble. The same WHY message displayed again. Or the previous message never left his face. My poor brain spun in circles trying to come up with something else to write. Uh, maybe- BLING DING DING A notification from my phone blasted through the speakers. Crap! I forgot to put it on silent. A few children jolted in their sleep. A couple of them lifted their heads for a moment before laying back down. Moon, however, had a more adverse reaction. He snapped into action. Head swiveling left and right, hands and feet gripping the floor. Ready to eliminate the source of the grating sound. A gravelly growl transitioned into an irritated, “...Quiet...” Waves of agitation rattled his core. Much like a cat trying to appear more intimidating. The only difference being he was already intimidating enough. I raised my hand up to him in a 'hold on' gesture. With the loud disruption to the music over, Moon easily calmed himself. Just a couple ripples of jitters and he was done. I smiled apologetically and scooped out my phone. First thing, turn it to vibrate. While doing so, I got a glimpse of what caused that notification. A message from Faz Inc. I scrunched up my face at the sight. I heard Moon inch in closer to investigate. More so my face than the phone. I lighted up my expression and showed him the screen for a moment before tapping on the message. [Maintenance is on the way. The lights will be turned on. Please ignore any disturbances.] I didn't even bother responding. I was too busy worrying about the amount of trouble we'd be in when they saw the amount of hair stuck to Moon's hand. It doesn't look good at all. Oh gosh, and my head probably still looks like I was tugged around like a rag doll. I had to fix this and quick! Give me your hand, please. My scribbles were messy and rushed. Thankfully, Moon was able to interpret it and obliged me. His body was still. Stiff in anticipation. The lights of his eyes flickered between red and white a few times before settling on the latter. I found it odd, but I was just thankful to have slightly better lighting for this. My fingers scrambled across his own. Plucking and tugging at the little hostages they accidentally held captive. One of which was stubborn. I bobbed my head around his hand to find the magic angle that made it visible. It was wedged between the finger joint and the casing around his palms. A position that proved difficult for my fingers to access. Dang it, why did I clip my nails so short? I traced a circle in the air. Moon's face made a full rotation. I pointed at his hand and tried again. The jester rotated everything but his hand. Settling down on the floor like an ornery cat. Moon twiddled his feet in the air. A chuckle puffed out of my nose and I shook my head. If I wasn't in such a hurry this would have been rather adorable. Instead, I used force to move his hand into the position I needed. The joints were impossibly stiff. Like, broken stiff. Good thing maintenance is coming down. I might have to mention it to them. If I get the chance to anyway. The hair was a nuisance to the very end. It snapped at the joint, making it impossible to get the rest out without taking his hand apart. Guess it'll just have to stay there. I gave Moon's hand an 'all done' pat and began to make myself more presentable. The metal hand sprang back to life. Whipping around several times like it was a wind-up toy being set loose in the wrong direction. A few stray strands of hair glimmered in the glow light and fell to the ground. His fingers wiggled in fluid waves with a satisfying chorus of clockwork. That little... I sighed. His hand was just fine. I was worried for nothing... My fingers tried their best to act as a comb. Without a mirror and little light, it was hard to tell if they succeeded or not. Moon was still lying on his back examining his hand. I shrugged and wrote him a note. Does it look okay? I pointed at my head. Moon rotated his torso to face me. Making his legs point in the completely wrong direction. A concerning position to see in any humanoid figure. Dim beams of light showered my head. I still squinted as it passed my eyes, despite how soft it was. It paused only long enough for Moon to point a finger to the ground. I looked down and I heard the soft buzz of the scan continuing. With a subtle beep, I assumed he was done. I righted my head to see his diagnosis. NO INJURIES! I supposed that was good to know. With no injuries, there wouldn't be a need for a report I hoped. But- I meant does my hair look okay. LOOKING GREAT~ Moon's hands swiveled in the air to make a celebratory jingle. Okay, I may have known this animatronic for what? Three days? But that just didn't look right. Too energetic. Also, a thing I was noting again, his eyes were still white. I wrote out my suspicion. Mr. Sun? Is that you? YUP! I didn't know you could do that. MOON GOT NERVOUS. That didn't really answer the question of how, but if I was honest with myself I wouldn't have understood the answer to that anyway. I mouthed an 'oh' and gave my hair a couple more quality checks. Little vibrations in my apron pocket made me pause. Another message? [Arriving now.] Edging my ears to the exit had me noticing muffled footsteps. I couldn't tell how far away they were. But they would be looking for the daycare attendant soon. I decided to take my chances and spoke to the animatronic. “You need to go to the play area,” I whispered, “Maintenance is here to fix you.” 'Moon' twisted his body to be upright. A finger snapped up to his lips in a jerky, restrained way. It was quickly plucked down by the other hand in what I read as annoyance. His head shook in dramatic defiance. The bell on the nightcap swayed noisily. The white letters scrolled quickly across his face. I DON'T WANT TO. Oh dear... What am I supposed to do about this? I couldn't just take his hand and walk him up there. He's much too heavy for me. I had to think of a way to get him out of here willingly. Isn't he a robot? They are supposed to follow commands, right? Why isn't he listening to mine? The distinct buzz of florescent lights along with a harsh glow peeking through the curtains told me time was up. “If you don't go they'll come in here,” I continued in an even quieter tone. There was no time for writing notes right now. The shush from Moon's hand whipped up again and clanged against his face. The animatronic shook slightly in Sun's attempt to restrain it. He pushed his hands firmly into the folds of his poofy pants. Moon's face tilted at a harsh angle during the next string of white letters. DON'T CARE. I sighed. The footsteps were getting louder and I heard a couple hushed calls for the animatronic. I furrowed my brow at the childish jester. My next whisper was a harsher one, “If they come in here they'll wake the kids up. And I'm not okay with that...” The shushing hand came up again with the other hand desperately pulling it down unsuccessfully. Moon's arms shook but stayed in position. A couple of white letters were interrupted by black. A familiar red glow meekly emerged from the pools of darkness. There he was. Hopefully, Moon will be more cooperative. I signed 'sorry'. Moon relaxed and mirrored me. I continued by signing 'go please'. The soft, red, glow of his answer scrolled slowly. UNDERSTOOD. Despite his compliant reply, he was hesitant. His legs curled into his core. The red dots in his eyes narrowed as his head lowered to make him look more ball-like. I gave Moon a more sympathetic expression than I gave to Sun. Moon didn't seem to like maintenance either, but he was less of a brat about it. If I could sign 'it'll be okay' I would have. The most I could do was express the sentiment with my eyes. I signed again for him to leave and he finally skittered away. I shadowed him all the way up the ramp. I wasn't going to let Sun run back in without having to get passed me first. If he was going to act like a child throwing a fit I was going to treat him like one.

Description
This one was fun to work on. Tried to balance Mr. Moon blending into his environment and still being able to read him clearly.

In this chapter Miss Nae-nae and Moon have a little chat. With a surprise guest near the end.

You can read the written portion here:
Working at the Superstar Daycare CH 25Chapter 25: Little Worries Soft music gently drifted through the air. The notes collided with the walls and came back muffled and quiet. The tune was a familiar one. A nostalgic one. I rocked back and forth sliding my hands along fuzzy soft blankets. With my eyes closed I drifted off into the memories the music brought. Thoughts of younger days, quiet comforts, and simple delights. The children to either side of me had long since fallen asleep but I was too engrossed in my meditation to notice. The quiet tinks and twangs of the music had me recalling the lyrics to the lullaby. At some point, the vocals playing in my head transitioned to being sung out loud. It was seamless. So much so that I had no idea it happened until- CREAK CRACK A sudden harsh metallic snapping. A few jingles came along as an afterthought. I shot my eyes open. The night-themed jester was a bit too close for comfort. The soft glow of the stars he wore were nearly drowned out by the intense red of his eyes. Perfectly silhouetting the finger placed firmly in front of his smiling teeth. I took my hands off the two children, subtly to cause the least amount of disturbance. One of them shifted and breathed out of rhythm but soon settled down again. I used my now unoccupied hands to sign 'sorry' at my moon-faced coworker. He responded with a click of his neck and slunk away again. I frowned upon analyzing his face. The broken piece of Sun stuck out the side of his head at an odd angle. It had attempted to retract when the lights turned off with little success. Moon would fidget with it every now and then. Rubbing it softly almost absentmindedly. I hefted my bag from behind me to access the pockets. This time I brought a notebook to write in. Much better than using my sketchbook in my opinion. I heard the click-clacking of Moon rotating his head as I wrote. When I faced the page to the animatronic, he was at attention and ready. Does it hurt? Mr. Moon touched the ray again. His slender fingers smoothed out the bandage that was pushed out of place. The stars on it did not glow, despite it having the same pattern as his outfit. Disappointing to say the least. Moon was distracted by it for a moment before he responded. NO. It was my turn to tilt my head. My lips thinned and my eyes focused on the afflicted area. It twitched sporadically. The continued attempts to right itself failing over and over. If I listened passed the soft melodies I could hear something scrapping. That couldn't have been good or comfortable. I wrote again. Are you sure? , Moon laced his fingers around the curls of his shoes. Well away from his face. Soft, timid jingles played in rhythm with the music. The masterful execution would have made it unnoticeable if I hadn't heard this song a thousand times before. Moon's neck clicked away from the conversation then smoothly corrected his gaze to answer me. I CANNOT FEEL PAIN. I was about to write out 'why?' when I realized what a silly question that would be. Mr. Moon is made of metal and plastic. Nothing but an advanced doll puppeteered by gears and code. Of course, he wouldn't be able to feel pain. How could I have forgotten? I decided to write something else. Sorry. I was just worried. Moon inched his face forward. His hands firmly tangled in place. I scooted away only out of fear that he would topple over. The glowing red looked me over. Settling to a stop at my face. I AM WORRIED. About who? YOU. My throat tightened. Threatening to choke me with shame. At first, I thought he was talking about Suzie. To be honest I was interested in asking about her situation. So much for that. Now I had to focus on clawing myself out of this white lie ditch I was digging. But I could only go farther down. I'm fine. The crescent spun around fully, unconvinced. TENSE, LOOKING. ON CAMERAS. WITH SUN. Oh no... Those cameras have done it again. And Moon was using that fact against me. What do I even say? I can't say anything. I DO NOT want another run-in with Vanessa. Not anytime soon. I had to hold my notebook at an odd angle to hide my trembling hands. I can't talk about it. That note was taken down before it could be presented. I pushed it against me to thoroughly hide it. Think about this first! That's saying too much. I heard Moon click his head in curiosity. I shut my eyes. Gosh! How dumb of me! That's just asking for him to investigate! Augh! I gotta write something else... I erased it and just... sat there. I stared off into the distance. Not sure what to do. Maybe nothing was the right answer. Just breath. Stay calm. Don't think about it too much. Acting stressed is what got Moon suspicious in the first place. Come on, heart! Stop beating so fast... The broken ray snapped and scrapped. Bells softly rang in the night sky. New job, new me... No... Shut up, brain! This is NOT the time. Telling the one coworker who literally has to report it is a bad idea. The worst idea! Clockwork echoed in my head. Like that of worn down, impossibly misshapen gears turning in short, chaotic bursts. I've heard this before. My eyes focused in on reality to find blue-tipped fingers creaking toward me. Twitching and retracting randomly, but ultimately moving forward. His eyes were flickering with images. None lasting enough to see clearly. A low, almost inaudible rumble spoke, “T-th-theRE- The-e-errrrre...” Curse my lack of emotional control! I've got him doing a comfort routine. I scooted away before the hand could collide with my head. Clumps of my hair were captured by the tiny gaps between the digits' joints. With a jarring jolt, I was pulled down to the ground. The sound of it was muffled by the soft flooring but that didn't make my scalp hurt any less. Mr. Moon patted the ground like it was his target all along. Either not willing or unable to stop himself. I grunted a painful yelp into the floor. The motions of Moon's hand were lifting my head up and down in jerky fits. If this didn't stop I would lose an unfortunate amount of hair and possibly more. With my face firmly pinned to the ground I raised my hands over my head. Bumping my hand into his arm at first. Once they were in view, my hands signed 'stop' repeatedly. One hand making a wall on top of the other over and over. A sharp buzzing sound was the only thing to make my hands freeze. The hair trap quickly snapped upward, taking my head along with it. I sucked in air through my teeth with a pained hiss. I involuntarily grabbed at the offending hand. My benign attempts to immobilize Moon were enough to make him pause. With his hand frozen perfectly in place, he contorted his body to direct his eyes to mine. SORRY. SORRY. SORRY. His message scrolled across his face ad nauseam. Only stopping after I had detangled my hair from his hand. I rubbed my head in search of bald spots. Thankfully with no results. Moon was stiff as a board. Eyes narrow pinpricks of red. Poor thing looked mortified. That was my fault. I quickly scribbled out a note for him, not caring about how legible it was. I'm okay. Before he could respond I quickly turned the paper back to me to add one more thing. Don't report this. Please? Moon responded with a hesitant rotation of his head. Hand still frozen in place. A few dozen of my fine hairs glinted in the starlight. Looking at it made my head hurt even more. WHY? Why indeed. I couldn't just come out and say 'Because I don't want Vanessa to see it'. I doubted this would do much other than give her an excuse to tease me about it. But I didn't want to chance it. The memories of yesterday made my blood run cold. What if Moon getting reported would count as 'getting in the way'? No, nope, can't have that. I scribbled more onto my paper. I don't want you to get in trouble. The same WHY message displayed again. Or the previous message never left his face. My poor brain spun in circles trying to come up with something else to write. Uh, maybe- BLING DING DING A notification from my phone blasted through the speakers. Crap! I forgot to put it on silent. A few children jolted in their sleep. A couple of them lifted their heads for a moment before laying back down. Moon, however, had a more adverse reaction. He snapped into action. Head swiveling left and right, hands and feet gripping the floor. Ready to eliminate the source of the grating sound. A gravelly growl transitioned into an irritated, “...Quiet...” Waves of agitation rattled his core. Much like a cat trying to appear more intimidating. The only difference being he was already intimidating enough. I raised my hand up to him in a 'hold on' gesture. With the loud disruption to the music over, Moon easily calmed himself. Just a couple ripples of jitters and he was done. I smiled apologetically and scooped out my phone. First thing, turn it to vibrate. While doing so, I got a glimpse of what caused that notification. A message from Faz Inc. I scrunched up my face at the sight. I heard Moon inch in closer to investigate. More so my face than the phone. I lighted up my expression and showed him the screen for a moment before tapping on the message. [Maintenance is on the way. The lights will be turned on. Please ignore any disturbances.] I didn't even bother responding. I was too busy worrying about the amount of trouble we'd be in when they saw the amount of hair stuck to Moon's hand. It doesn't look good at all. Oh gosh, and my head probably still looks like I was tugged around like a rag doll. I had to fix this and quick! Give me your hand, please. My scribbles were messy and rushed. Thankfully, Moon was able to interpret it and obliged me. His body was still. Stiff in anticipation. The lights of his eyes flickered between red and white a few times before settling on the latter. I found it odd, but I was just thankful to have slightly better lighting for this. My fingers scrambled across his own. Plucking and tugging at the little hostages they accidentally held captive. One of which was stubborn. I bobbed my head around his hand to find the magic angle that made it visible. It was wedged between the finger joint and the casing around his palms. A position that proved difficult for my fingers to access. Dang it, why did I clip my nails so short? I traced a circle in the air. Moon's face made a full rotation. I pointed at his hand and tried again. The jester rotated everything but his hand. Settling down on the floor like an ornery cat. Moon twiddled his feet in the air. A chuckle puffed out of my nose and I shook my head. If I wasn't in such a hurry this would have been rather adorable. Instead, I used force to move his hand into the position I needed. The joints were impossibly stiff. Like, broken stiff. Good thing maintenance is coming down. I might have to mention it to them. If I get the chance to anyway. The hair was a nuisance to the very end. It snapped at the joint, making it impossible to get the rest out without taking his hand apart. Guess it'll just have to stay there. I gave Moon's hand an 'all done' pat and began to make myself more presentable. The metal hand sprang back to life. Whipping around several times like it was a wind-up toy being set loose in the wrong direction. A few stray strands of hair glimmered in the glow light and fell to the ground. His fingers wiggled in fluid waves with a satisfying chorus of clockwork. That little... I sighed. His hand was just fine. I was worried for nothing... My fingers tried their best to act as a comb. Without a mirror and little light, it was hard to tell if they succeeded or not. Moon was still lying on his back examining his hand. I shrugged and wrote him a note. Does it look okay? I pointed at my head. Moon rotated his torso to face me. Making his legs point in the completely wrong direction. A concerning position to see in any humanoid figure. Dim beams of light showered my head. I still squinted as it passed my eyes, despite how soft it was. It paused only long enough for Moon to point a finger to the ground. I looked down and I heard the soft buzz of the scan continuing. With a subtle beep, I assumed he was done. I righted my head to see his diagnosis. NO INJURIES! I supposed that was good to know. With no injuries, there wouldn't be a need for a report I hoped. But- I meant does my hair look okay. LOOKING GREAT~ Moon's hands swiveled in the air to make a celebratory jingle. Okay, I may have known this animatronic for what? Three days? But that just didn't look right. Too energetic. Also, a thing I was noting again, his eyes were still white. I wrote out my suspicion. Mr. Sun? Is that you? YUP! I didn't know you could do that. MOON GOT NERVOUS. That didn't really answer the question of how, but if I was honest with myself I wouldn't have understood the answer to that anyway. I mouthed an 'oh' and gave my hair a couple more quality checks. Little vibrations in my apron pocket made me pause. Another message? [Arriving now.] Edging my ears to the exit had me noticing muffled footsteps. I couldn't tell how far away they were. But they would be looking for the daycare attendant soon. I decided to take my chances and spoke to the animatronic. “You need to go to the play area,” I whispered, “Maintenance is here to fix you.” 'Moon' twisted his body to be upright. A finger snapped up to his lips in a jerky, restrained way. It was quickly plucked down by the other hand in what I read as annoyance. His head shook in dramatic defiance. The bell on the nightcap swayed noisily. The white letters scrolled quickly across his face. I DON'T WANT TO. Oh dear... What am I supposed to do about this? I couldn't just take his hand and walk him up there. He's much too heavy for me. I had to think of a way to get him out of here willingly. Isn't he a robot? They are supposed to follow commands, right? Why isn't he listening to mine? The distinct buzz of florescent lights along with a harsh glow peeking through the curtains told me time was up. “If you don't go they'll come in here,” I continued in an even quieter tone. There was no time for writing notes right now. The shush from Moon's hand whipped up again and clanged against his face. The animatronic shook slightly in Sun's attempt to restrain it. He pushed his hands firmly into the folds of his poofy pants. Moon's face tilted at a harsh angle during the next string of white letters. DON'T CARE. I sighed. The footsteps were getting louder and I heard a couple hushed calls for the animatronic. I furrowed my brow at the childish jester. My next whisper was a harsher one, “If they come in here they'll wake the kids up. And I'm not okay with that...” The shushing hand came up again with the other hand desperately pulling it down unsuccessfully. Moon's arms shook but stayed in position. A couple of white letters were interrupted by black. A familiar red glow meekly emerged from the pools of darkness. There he was. Hopefully, Moon will be more cooperative. I signed 'sorry'. Moon relaxed and mirrored me. I continued by signing 'go please'. The soft, red, glow of his answer scrolled slowly. UNDERSTOOD. Despite his compliant reply, he was hesitant. His legs curled into his core. The red dots in his eyes narrowed as his head lowered to make him look more ball-like. I gave Moon a more sympathetic expression than I gave to Sun. Moon didn't seem to like maintenance either, but he was less of a brat about it. If I could sign 'it'll be okay' I would have. The most I could do was express the sentiment with my eyes. I signed again for him to leave and he finally skittered away. I shadowed him all the way up the ramp. I wasn't going to let Sun run back in without having to get passed me first. If he was going to act like a child throwing a fit I was going to treat him like one.