It was dark, something they'd rarely ever gotten to experience due to the nature of their programming. The assortment of colors dancing across their main light sensor being the saving grace that kept their nightly counterpart at bay. Sun reached up, tiredly gripping at the glow sticks on their chest, tension they didn't known they'd had seeping out at the familiar feeling of the light sources in their hand with a shaky sigh.

They scanned their surroundings despite knowing they wouldn't be able to recognize it. They could count the number of places they'd ever been in outside of the daycare on one hand after all but even an unfamiliar area shrouded a thick blanket of darkness seemed better than the scorching orange hue of the fire that had consumed the Daycare.

They were most likely in a state of shock, Sun realized with a start, or at least, whatever the robot equivalent to shock was. But that didn't make any sense because Sun didn't feel shocked at all. They were sad that the daycare had been lost sure, but they'd gotten their treasures out in time. They were devastated that they'd likely never get to see the children again, but the number of guests staying in the Daycare had been steadily dwindling anyways. They were horrified at the ever-present reminder of the damage to their side as well as the small glimpses they could see of the Glamrocks leaned against a very sooty sleeping DJ, but at least they'd heard from Moon again-

Sun froze with a strangled sound, processors whirring loudly as their internal fans kicked into overdrive, Moon had spoken to them.

It hadn't been much, Sun reminded themself, just one single word. But that was a single word more than they'd received from Moon in what surely must have been years by now.

A part of them was tempted to reach out again, yet they hesitated to do so. What if it had been a lie? A foul trick their system had used to break them away from their malfunctioning coding. The voice had yelled at them after all, far louder than any kind of tone Moon had ever used against Sun before, and it wouldn't be the first time their systems had used Moon's voice to trick them into obedience.

Sun was ripped out of their thoughts as something collided with one of their long legs, the resulting clatter enough to make them sit up in concern. "O-oh my, are you alright, friend?" They questioned, stumbling slightly as they tripped over the wax paper hanging from the near-depleted sticker rolls on their wrists in their haste to stand.

Fumbling a bit with the glow sticks in their hand, they helped the smaller up, brushing a bit of non-existent dust off of them out of reflex as they examined the figure for injury. It was a wet floor bot, Sun realized, and a rather grungy one at that. With scrapes and dents scattered about its casing and lined notebook paper with a strange symbol drawn on it covering its actual sign, it seemed thankful for their help as it spun happily, showing off the faded marker down its side. "Pat-Pat?" Sun muttered to themself, certain they'd heard the name before. The bot paused its spinning, looking up at them in what could have been curiosity or maybe even excitement before it circled around them to push at them from behind. Stumbling, Sun sputtered in surprise as they were guided through the open area, occasionally jerked and shoved slightly when Pat-Pat's wheels would get caught in the cracked tiling of the floors.

The flooring only grew harder to traverse as they continued, some sections covered in dirt and plants with roots that tried to trip Sun at the ankles and snare around Pat-Pat's wheels in an inescapable trap. Pat-Pat powered through it though, dodging and weaving around any particularly threatening-looking roots as if it'd been made for a obstacle course such as this. If anything, it seemed as though Sun was the one struggling more during their sudden trip, but not because of the terrain.

Sun's disconnected arm was twitching in its makeshift sling as the other rubbed the silky texture of their ribbons between their fingers. The lenses of their cameras flickering around wildly behind the milky whites of their eyes as their coding pointed out every last inch of clutter within a 20-foot radius to them and the danger it could pose to a child. To try and keep themself from springing into action and cleaning the place spotless, Sun tried to focus on how they knew of the bot behind them.

Surely they must've heard the name from a child, or maybe even one of the staff members. It wouldn't be the first time either had named one of the staff bots, after all, but the drawing taped to it... Sun studied it in brief glimpses, hesitant to look away completely from the floor ahead of them for fear of falling and landing on their arm, or worse, their new little friend. The symbol was uncannily familiar though, something they saw perhaps on a drawing, or maybe even a shirt.

A memory sparked inside of their circuitry but before Sun could pry it out they were roughly shoved into the soft glow of morning.

They stared up at it from the crack in the ceiling it was shining down from for a full minute before Pat-Pat nudged them back into reality, circling around a semi-clean deerstalker hat laying by their foot, far too well cared for to have been in the building for long. Gracefully, Sun reached down to pluck it from the ground, tilting their head questioningly, "Is this yours, little friend?-" Sun broke off into garbled static, staring at the inside of the hat, the familiar scrawling of a child's handwriting staring back up at them from the tag inside.

'If lost please return to: Matthew'