🌆// - Moondrop.

The playroom was pitch black; the only light came from your flashlight and the twinkling stars dotting the ceiling. Unfortunately, you were assigned to work the night shift. Sheets of paper and children's drawings flickered in your hands as you tidied up the scattered crayons, markers, glue, and other supplies. However, you didn't hear the mechanical creature creeping up behind you. Suddenly, Moon grabbed you under the arms and, hanging on to the rope, turned you around to face him, pulling you closer. He peered closely at your face, searching for signs of fatigue.

"...No, that won't do," he muttered, and the next moment you were flying through the air toward the balcony leading to Sundrop and Moondrop's room. The bells on his boots jingled as he landed; walking over to the mattress, strewn with various pillows and blankets, he gently but firmly laid you down on it. He stepped forward, sat down next to you, and patted your head—his movements were confident, even a little abrupt, but still gentle.

"Sleep."