Foulques nodded curtly, then took a deep breath and continued. "They also stole his charger, effectively 'starving' him, for lack of a better term. Thankfully he had another tucked away in an odd corner of his room, but even then he was forced to work until his absolute limit and all but collapsing trying to get to it; its cord was much shorter than his proper one, and resting on a nearby shelf was the only way it could reach."
"His room itself is another thing. He spoke of his fellow mammets having 'green rooms' where they would sometimes meet guests, but Sun's room was an absolute mess and clearly not meant to be seen by outsiders. Rather like this place, but more colorful. Bits of broken glass and machinery lying about, half-torn down curtains, random toys and brick-a-brack scattered haphazardly, dust and cobwebs in every corner they could find purchase, even the broken forms of two much simpler mammets- 'staffbots' I believe he called them- amongst the junk. Whether the room was torn up by Moon in a fit or whether the staff deliberately dumped things broken or unwanted there, I don't know, but neither would surprise me, and the end result is the same."
"He's also been avoiding maintenance as apparently the path to the workshop is dark, and he fears that Moon's issues will prove to be too much. Those exposed mechanisms on the back of his head are meant to have a covering piece- also taken by the staff who couldn't even be arched to install it-, and I doubt he's ever been properly cleaned in his short life. Granted age rather less significant when one is made rather than born, but he's less than a year old. This has been his entire reality."
"The last two things are relatively minor in comparison, but compound all else by leaving him isolated. The other mammets apparently fear him and haven't actually spoken to him. This much I believe to be a misunderstanding that could be corrected with naught but some stern words, but as we are as far from the Pizzaplex as it's likely possible to be, we have no way of administering such. And the last, he seems to be unable to leave the area of the daycare, though unlike the staff's very deliberate abuses, I do not think that was intentional, as he spoke of having gone to various other parts of the building before. It may be a symptom of the damage done to Moon, or an issue of its own, though we likely won't know until you examine him properly."
He took another deep breath, exhaled slowly through his nose, but even so, his next words were all but snarled. "Gods help me, but if I ever encounter any of those bustards did this to him, I'll kill them!" The sheer venom in his tone indicated that that wasn't a figure of speech in the slightest. Another long breath, then two, and he managed to reign in his anger. "For good or ill, though, my rage is of no help at present, unlike your skills, which might be. You now know his story, or parts of it at the least. Though with the knowledge that there may well be more I don't yet know... tis a grim tale indeed, much like the one you told me." Except this one had already happened.
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"His room itself is another thing. He spoke of his fellow mammets having 'green rooms' where they would sometimes meet guests, but Sun's room was an absolute mess and clearly not meant to be seen by outsiders. Rather like this place, but more colorful. Bits of broken glass and machinery lying about, half-torn down curtains, random toys and brick-a-brack scattered haphazardly, dust and cobwebs in every corner they could find purchase, even the broken forms of two much simpler mammets- 'staffbots' I believe he called them- amongst the junk. Whether the room was torn up by Moon in a fit or whether the staff deliberately dumped things broken or unwanted there, I don't know, but neither would surprise me, and the end result is the same."
"He's also been avoiding maintenance as apparently the path to the workshop is dark, and he fears that Moon's issues will prove to be too much. Those exposed mechanisms on the back of his head are meant to have a covering piece- also taken by the staff who couldn't even be arched to install it-, and I doubt he's ever been properly cleaned in his short life. Granted age rather less significant when one is made rather than born, but he's less than a year old. This has been his entire reality."
"The last two things are relatively minor in comparison, but compound all else by leaving him isolated. The other mammets apparently fear him and haven't actually spoken to him. This much I believe to be a misunderstanding that could be corrected with naught but some stern words, but as we are as far from the Pizzaplex as it's likely possible to be, we have no way of administering such. And the last, he seems to be unable to leave the area of the daycare, though unlike the staff's very deliberate abuses, I do not think that was intentional, as he spoke of having gone to various other parts of the building before. It may be a symptom of the damage done to Moon, or an issue of its own, though we likely won't know until you examine him properly."
He took another deep breath, exhaled slowly through his nose, but even so, his next words were all but snarled. "Gods help me, but if I ever encounter any of those bustards did this to him, I'll kill them!" The sheer venom in his tone indicated that that wasn't a figure of speech in the slightest. Another long breath, then two, and he managed to reign in his anger. "For good or ill, though, my rage is of no help at present, unlike your skills, which might be. You now know his story, or parts of it at the least. Though with the knowledge that there may well be more I don't yet know... tis a grim tale indeed, much like the one you told me." Except this one had already happened.