You felt extremely sick. A rush of nauseous-nervous feelings came to you. You felt flustered, you didn't know what he meant; but you didn't know if you should trust him. He seemed harmless, seeing how overly flirtatious he was already. As you spaced out for a minute, you felt your uniform getting tugged at; hearing the snaps of the thread ripping apart from itself, the cold metal hand that was trying to tear your shirt off. You couldn't move, but you didn't want to, you watched Moon slowly rip your shirt down. The ripping sound of the thread was painful to listen to; yet it was enjoyable. You felt the air touch against your bare skin; it was cold. Your chest was revealed to the whole play area to see, although it was just the two of you. You had so much mixed emotions; you didn't even know what this animatronic was going to do to you. For all you know, he could stab you and rip your organs out as you felt your breath be taken away from your lungs—
But you rather not think that way.
You would flinch, but out of joy. You couldn't even lift your head to see what he was doing, only hear and feel.
"M-moon..-"
Before you could speak, you felt something touch you. It didn't feel like his leg, hand, or anything. You squinted, confused. After a moment of nobody moving;
It hit you.