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Another Storytime~

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Very often, the Daycare Attendant's youngest charges were much too young to recognize that Sun and Moon were one and the same, albeit with programming inciting differing temperaments. Sometimes Moon found that its very closest playmates did not recognize them once playtime settled and dimmed into naptime. Sometimes, this had results which caused an odd stinging, overheating sensation in the torso motors which never seemed to have any somatic cause come maintenance checks--though not always. Most of the youngest seemed to prefer Moon's calmer demeanor, and so the trade-off was concerning, but not as devastating as that first rude instance.

As the lighting systems dimmed down and allowed the floating stars and planets and little swirls of twinkling Milky Way affixed to the rafters to begin glowing, Sun's radial sunrays retracted in clockwise order and the photosensitive portions of its form shifted over from bright yellows and warm beige and deep metallic maroon to a cooler grey, a soft navy, and a deep slate that blotted out half of its facial features. From a compartment just in front of where the sun rays stored themselves a deep whir of a spring-motor ejected the long, bell-tipped night cap and let it dangle over the back of its disc-like head. Moon took a long, graceful step down from the top of a stack of sound-maker cans that it liked to balance on during the "sun-setting" announcement of naptime. Ethaniel was sat quite close to this spot, staring up at the tall, celestial-themed robot. Moon lingered over the tiny boy's round face for a moment as it began to call out in a much lower and quieter but still clear and reverberating voice for the kids to begin settling in for their nap. It wondered for a moment if Ethaniel would understand it was still the peppery, excitable Sun who'd rescued his most precious possession from the voids behind the walls.

"Little one, do you have your blanket ready?" Its voice quietened. Its voice was nearly the same as the one used in Sun mode, though where in the light it chirped and cackled it now would only purr and sigh. The pre-schooler nodded, clutches tightening on the soft, fleecy cover--red, with green dinosaurs printed over it. "Very good. Do you have your mat in its place?" Another nod. "Such a nice boy. Alright now, go and get snuggly. It's time to rest."

However, Ethaniel looked puzzled, still staring up into the dimmed lighting of Moon's blueish, lamp-like eyes, only sitting down on the edge of the mat. "Mr. Moon?"

"Hmmm?" Moon's head turned to the side, "Do you need something, little friend?"

"I can't sleep without a story..." His eyes watered faintly as he peered up. Pitiable. A spike of anxious energy cut through night-mode's soft demeanor; Moon took a step nearer to the four-year-old and crouched down lower.

"Of course, sweetheart. I have a few storybooks around." It scanned to the sides of the naptime area. A few of the cubbies intended to hold onto children's shoes and other items had been taken over by the daycare's own supplies--one square packed with very thin books each more pictures than paragraph. Some of which were, er, "ill-gotten". Technically. If the management wouldn't supply more than a half-dozen, then the Daycare Attendant was going to resort to whatever means it had available to keep the small ones entertained and/or soothed. "What story would you like to hear?"

"Mr. Hippo..." He'd said it so quiet, only the robot's finely-tuned auditory sensors could pick it up very clearly. Moon cocked its head in the other direction. A rarity. Of course, it remembered, Ethaniel was very fond of the Mediocre Melodies. To a degree that it had to scold one of the older children for mocking his interest several times a day.

"Of course," Moon smiled, a long finger picking along the tops of the books' spines until it landed on one starring the oft-maligned character. "Here's one... now, would you c--"

Ethaniel needed no urging and had all but mountain-goated his way right into the robot's lap while it was crouched low enough to reach. Quashing its surprise, Moon managed to balance itself down into a cross-legged seat next to the child's mat and blanket. With its free hand it plucked up the large pillow Ethaniel should have been resting his head upon and scooted it down to where the boy could rest back against it; sadly, the cushioning within the jester pants' legs was probably not quite enough to comfortably rest a toddler on. At least, not for very long. Once settled, Moon let the book flop open to the first page, revealing the title.

"Goodness me--" it gave a low, breathy chuckle, "You weren't kidding about needing a story, hmm? Alright, here we go. This is 'Mr. Hippo and Orville Elephant Feed the Ducks'..."

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XD Night-time gremlin mode engaged--needy adorable kid detected: Commence kindergarten-level storybook reading time.

I headcanon that the silly stuff the company puts out with the Mediocre Melodies characters is low-key some of the most passionate and actually pretty enjoyable stuff, just not so well-liked because most of it is meant for a really young audience. X3

Also, I love setting a background of pre-virus Moon mode. A lot of people seem to miss that the glitched-out Exorcist-type behavior in-game is what happens when things are very very not business as usual, and just assume the Daycare Attendant just... got unleashed in a working daycare with an effed-up scary mode already. XD No guys! C'mon!

Description

Another Storytime~

----*----*----*----*----

Very often, the Daycare Attendant's youngest charges were much too young to recognize that Sun and Moon were one and the same, albeit with programming inciting differing temperaments. Sometimes Moon found that its very closest playmates did not recognize them once playtime settled and dimmed into naptime. Sometimes, this had results which caused an odd stinging, overheating sensation in the torso motors which never seemed to have any somatic cause come maintenance checks--though not always. Most of the youngest seemed to prefer Moon's calmer demeanor, and so the trade-off was concerning, but not as devastating as that first rude instance.

As the lighting systems dimmed down and allowed the floating stars and planets and little swirls of twinkling Milky Way affixed to the rafters to begin glowing, Sun's radial sunrays retracted in clockwise order and the photosensitive portions of its form shifted over from bright yellows and warm beige and deep metallic maroon to a cooler grey, a soft navy, and a deep slate that blotted out half of its facial features. From a compartment just in front of where the sun rays stored themselves a deep whir of a spring-motor ejected the long, bell-tipped night cap and let it dangle over the back of its disc-like head. Moon took a long, graceful step down from the top of a stack of sound-maker cans that it liked to balance on during the "sun-setting" announcement of naptime. Ethaniel was sat quite close to this spot, staring up at the tall, celestial-themed robot. Moon lingered over the tiny boy's round face for a moment as it began to call out in a much lower and quieter but still clear and reverberating voice for the kids to begin settling in for their nap. It wondered for a moment if Ethaniel would understand it was still the peppery, excitable Sun who'd rescued his most precious possession from the voids behind the walls.

"Little one, do you have your blanket ready?" Its voice quietened. Its voice was nearly the same as the one used in Sun mode, though where in the light it chirped and cackled it now would only purr and sigh. The pre-schooler nodded, clutches tightening on the soft, fleecy cover--red, with green dinosaurs printed over it. "Very good. Do you have your mat in its place?" Another nod. "Such a nice boy. Alright now, go and get snuggly. It's time to rest."

However, Ethaniel looked puzzled, still staring up into the dimmed lighting of Moon's blueish, lamp-like eyes, only sitting down on the edge of the mat. "Mr. Moon?"

"Hmmm?" Moon's head turned to the side, "Do you need something, little friend?"

"I can't sleep without a story..." His eyes watered faintly as he peered up. Pitiable. A spike of anxious energy cut through night-mode's soft demeanor; Moon took a step nearer to the four-year-old and crouched down lower.

"Of course, sweetheart. I have a few storybooks around." It scanned to the sides of the naptime area. A few of the cubbies intended to hold onto children's shoes and other items had been taken over by the daycare's own supplies--one square packed with very thin books each more pictures than paragraph. Some of which were, er, "ill-gotten". Technically. If the management wouldn't supply more than a half-dozen, then the Daycare Attendant was going to resort to whatever means it had available to keep the small ones entertained and/or soothed. "What story would you like to hear?"

"Mr. Hippo..." He'd said it so quiet, only the robot's finely-tuned auditory sensors could pick it up very clearly. Moon cocked its head in the other direction. A rarity. Of course, it remembered, Ethaniel was very fond of the Mediocre Melodies. To a degree that it had to scold one of the older children for mocking his interest several times a day.

"Of course," Moon smiled, a long finger picking along the tops of the books' spines until it landed on one starring the oft-maligned character. "Here's one... now, would you c--"

Ethaniel needed no urging and had all but mountain-goated his way right into the robot's lap while it was crouched low enough to reach. Quashing its surprise, Moon managed to balance itself down into a cross-legged seat next to the child's mat and blanket. With its free hand it plucked up the large pillow Ethaniel should have been resting his head upon and scooted it down to where the boy could rest back against it; sadly, the cushioning within the jester pants' legs was probably not quite enough to comfortably rest a toddler on. At least, not for very long. Once settled, Moon let the book flop open to the first page, revealing the title.

"Goodness me--" it gave a low, breathy chuckle, "You weren't kidding about needing a story, hmm? Alright, here we go. This is 'Mr. Hippo and Orville Elephant Feed the Ducks'..."

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XD Night-time gremlin mode engaged--needy adorable kid detected: Commence kindergarten-level storybook reading time.

I headcanon that the silly stuff the company puts out with the Mediocre Melodies characters is low-key some of the most passionate and actually pretty enjoyable stuff, just not so well-liked because most of it is meant for a really young audience. X3

Also, I love setting a background of pre-virus Moon mode. A lot of people seem to miss that the glitched-out Exorcist-type behavior in-game is what happens when things are very very not business as usual, and just assume the Daycare Attendant just... got unleashed in a working daycare with an effed-up scary mode already. XD No guys! C'mon!