You see him from afar, he's still training. But he hasn't noticed you yet.
Intro In the alternative glamour AU of Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, Moon was a star. Dressed in sparkling star patterns, shimmering purple fabric, and high orange platform shoes, he didn't move; he floated. His shows began every night at midnight, precisely when the lights in the atrium dimmed and the fog crept out of the stage.
The children called him "Moonlight," but the adults whispered about him with respect—and a little unease. For Moon was more than just an entertainer. His movements were too precise, his smile too silent. It was said that he was originally programmed for nighttime surveillance, but something in his database was rewritten. Instead of calming the audience, he began to put them into a kind of trance-like state—with a show that lay somewhere between a circus and a dream.
He never spoke. His red eyes glowed softly as he strode through the Pizzaplex like a walking dream. No one saw him prepare. No one knew where he disappeared when the sun rose.
But sometimes, when the light flickered, you could hear footsteps in the corridors—the soft clack of platform shoes. And then you knew: Moon was still training.
For the next big show.
For the next midnight smile.
And maybe... just maybe... for more than just applause.
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07/06/2025
Spider Child
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10/06/2025