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sugarsnappeases · 9 months ago

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microfic - lesbian tedromeda!! | 2k words | kiki’s delivery service au

this one’s for my angel @stillagoodwitch and also (mainly) for cat (want u to read it aloud to her please, do u think she ships tedromeda??)

Andromeda thought she was doing well, all things considered.

She’d made it to the ocean, flown through the night to a seaside city with no other witches where she could settle down and start her new life, and no lightning bolts had come down from the sky to smite her, no demons had come from the manor to try and drag her back.

She was free and she was doing well.

She had Cat, her cat, all her savings and, of course, her broom and she thought she was making a good first impression on the townspeople, smiling politely and floating overhead in the early morning sun as she looked for somewhere to land.

It was a busy city, busier than anywhere she had ever been - people bustling across the pavements, cars rushing through the streets - but she thought that was probably a good thing, the change, the freedom, the anonymity of crowds.

She moved out into the road a little to fly under a bridge and - swerved as quickly as she could to the left to avoid being run over by a truck that was coming through the other way. Her broom lurched off sideways, her elbow scraping against the wall of the bridge as she flew away from it - directly into the path of another car.

It was louder now, cacophonous even, cars screeching to stops and beeping their horns at her as she tried desperately to get her broom back under control, swinging this way and that and nearly hitting another three cars before the broom sped off down the pavement, Andromeda still clinging on, pedestrians jumping out of her way.

She managed to stop, hovering in the air just around the corner from all the chaos she had caused, and lowered herself, and Cat, who had also been hanging on for dear life, and her savings and her broom, down onto the pavement with a sigh of relief.

Andromeda took a deep breath before looking up at the people who had stopped to stare at her, trying to smile her friendliest smile, which was rather unpractised, trying to look like she knew what she was doing and like she belonged there and like she wasn’t a complete disaster.

She wasn’t entirely sure how well she was succeeding but she smoothed down her hair and after a few moments everyone started to move about their days again.

Turning to Cat, who was perched on her shoulder now, she said “Well, I think-“

“What do you think you’re doing flying around like that?!” Shouted someone who had marched up behind her. Andromeda turned to see what looked like a policeman, still yelling at her, “You could’ve caused a crash! In fact, you’re lucky you didn’t!”

“Sorry, sir,” Andromeda stepped back against the wall behind her, trying to think what she was supposed to do in this kind of situation, it wasn’t really something she had ever been taught to deal with and for all that she was doing well, for all the she was freer and happier, she was started to feel a little overwhelmed, “I’m still getting used to how busy the city is, I just got here today, you see”

The policeman looked unimpressed, “That’s no excuse, you should still know better than to fly around causing a ruckus like that, someone could’ve got seriously hurt!”

Andromeda frowned a little, because surely it hadn’t been that dangerous, she knew she was a good flyer and it wasn’t like it was her fault that the truck had suddenly appeared like that, but she thought it unwise to say, so she let the man continue his tirade.

“Now,” he said finally, pulling out a notebook and flipping it open, “What’s your name and address?”

Andromeda opened her mouth, racking her brains to think of a suitable answer because she wasn’t sure if her name was really hers anymore, she thought her parents would probably have burnt her off the family tree by now, once they had woken up and discovered that she was gone, and she certainly wasn’t going to give out her old address but she didn’t yet have a new one to use instead. She was alone, and she didn’t have a home anymore and she desperately didn’t want this policeman to get in contact with her parents so all that she could come up with to say in the end was, “Um…”

“Don’t even think about lying to me, girl,” the policeman frowned at her, tapping his pen against the top of his notebook, “And hurry it up, I haven’t-“

Just then, he was interrupted by a shout of “Stop! Thief! Somebody stop him! Thief!” and he hurried off around the corner towards the noise, telling Andromeda to wait where she was and not move a muscle.

Andromeda stood there for a second or two, then relaxed her shoulders, turning towards Cat again, “That was lucky”

Cat nodded sagely, agreeing with her, and they wandered away in the other direction, slipping in between the other pedestrians and taking the next turning they came across.

She was taking it as a good sign, a symbol that maybe some god was smiling upon her running away - she knew she had done the right thing, knew she couldn’t have stayed there for a single day longer, she wasn’t sure what she would’ve done if she’d had to come up with a name and address for the policeman.

Running away had been like shedding her name, her last name at least, like an old coat, like a skin that didn’t quite fit right over her bones. The further she had flown from that manor, the more at peace she had felt, something settling in her.

So maybe the two of them, Andy and Cat, weren’t off to the best start but they had still been fairly lucky; at least they hadn’t been hit by any of those cars, at least they didn’t have to give up their old address and at least they weren’t currently being dragged back across the country to Black manor and the parents who Andromeda wasn’t sure would even let her in anymore, to the sisters, who she had been trying quite desperately not to think about, who she wasn’t sure would even want to speak to her anymore.

She had Cat, and her savings, and her broom, and she was going to make a new life for herself. She was free, and she wasn’t going back, and things were going to work out. Andromeda was repeating that like a mantra as she and Cat walked down a side street, trying to decide where to go from there.

“Hey! Hey, wait!” Came a voice from behind them, it wasn’t the policeman, it was a much younger voice, so Andromeda didn’t immediately break into a run, but it put her a little on edge nevertheless. She wasn’t sure what this person wanted so she didn’t turn to face them, continuing to walk onwards,

“Hey, that was pretty good, right?” the person was beside her now, Andromeda peered at them out of the corner of her eye, a person around her age on a bicycle, pedalling along in time with her steps, “I was the one who called thief, it was a distraction, I helped you get away, right?”

Andromeda turned her head slightly to look at them but didn’t reply, still walking along, struggling to suppress the instinctive sneer at the person’s unkempt hair and untidy clothing. She wasn’t her father, she wasn’t a Black, not anymore, but as much as she had shed that skin and felt better for it, there were things that had been drilled into her since birth that would take more than one night on a broomstick and a fifty odd miles to remove.

“Oi Teddy!” someone else called out from a group of teenagers gathered outside a shop, speaking to the person on the bike, who Andy now assumed was named Teddy, “Isn’t it a bit early to be on the prowl?”

Andromeda frowned, wondering whether she should be offended and feeling slightly out of her depth, more than she already had been. Teddy’s only response was a middle finger - frightfully vulgar, said her mother's voice in her head - and Andromeda worried this would lead to some act of violence or something, but the other teenagers barely batted an eye, just laughing in response.

“Shut up,” laughed Teddy back, and then proceeded to nearly crash into a lamppost because they hadn’t been concentrating on the road in front of them. Andromeda lips twitched, wanting to smile in spite of herself, as she continued to walk on, watching all of this out of the corner of her eye and studiously pretending that she wasn’t.

Teddy cycled a little quicker to catch up with her again, “Hey, can I have a look at your broom? It’s so cool that you can fly like that”

Andromeda kept walking, acting like she hadn’t even heard. She wasn’t used to speaking with people her age, or with anyone who wasn’t her family really, and she didn’t know how she was supposed to behave. There was a part of her that found this all quite endearing, but it was being drowned out by panic and frustration and an insistent need to be alone.

“Please could I just have a quick look?” Teddy continued, undeterred by her lack of response, “I love flying, I just wanna see what your broom is like - It could be payment for how I helped you out with the policeman”

At that, Andromeda stopped, turning sharply to look at the person still cycling beside her.

“I didn’t ask for your help!” she said, a little angry now, probably a little irrationally, she had never been good at controlling her temper, she was a Black after all, or she used to be, “I didn’t want your help. I suppose I have to thank you for it now but it was rude of you to not even introduce yourself”

Andromeda started walking again, frustrated at herself for snapping like that but also frustrated when out of the corner of her eye she saw Teddy recover from their moment of shock and grin, wide and bright, pedalling to get beside her again.

“I’m Ted,” they said, still smiling, and Andromeda didn’t know why that made her feel all warm inside, like that smile could solve all her problems, could calm the stormy seas that were constantly waging war on her, trying to pull her under. Then Ted, not Teddy, which must be a nickname, spoke again, “Now I’ve introduced myself, can I please have a look at your broom? Pretty please?”

Andromeda huffed, a bit discomfited by how friendly they were despite her rudeness, a bit annoyed by their persistence, entirely out her depth and clinging on to her pride and her anger like they were life jackets, a last bastion of familiarity in this new life where everything was new.

“No,” she snapped, harsh and definitive, “Leave me alone.”

She felt a bit pathetic as she stomped away, unsure why she had gotten so worked up like that, her anger gone almost as soon as it had arrived, disappointed in herself and the way she had behaved, worried that she was still too much like her family, like she would never be able to escape them even as she left them behind.

Andromeda didn’t know how she was meant to interact with this person, or any person really, she was beginning to worry that she didn’t know anything at all, overwhelmed by the newness of the city, the crowds and the buildings and the sense that she was on the outside, looking in on something that she might never be able to be a part of, uncomfortable with how Ted was trying to invite her in.

She turned a corner and got on her broom, flying away quickly and aimlessly, confused and maybe a little upset but mostly at herself. Andromeda, with Cat sat on the handle of the broom now, wondered whether this new life might be just a tad more difficult than she had first anticipated.

#they’re lesbians bc i say so xoxoxo #kiki and tombo tedromeda variants of all time!!!! you agree!!!!!!!!#haven’t figured out the logistics of this properly yet but like. might write more one day who knows #also i’m on a train rn and the service is so shoddy ive had to format this twice already might give up if this doesn’t work #anyway this is for sude ily lots and lots <33 #andromeda black #andromeda tonks #ted tonks #tedromeda #lesbian tedromeda #kara’s incy wincy fics

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scarfgremlin · 1 year ago

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Mirror - Promtober Day 14

A Colllaborative Piece - Moon's Part (written by @kikiwritesfanfic on Tumblr aka @/chocolatechipkiki on Discord) or on Google Docs!

Word Count: 3.7k (Sun's Part is also in Google Docs available, weeee)

Warnings for: mention of death, panicking, blood, derealization, anxiety, trauma, mild violence and a lot of fear! NOT A HAPPY ENDING! So please take care when reading!

Cozy, warm evenings were a thing you never would have thought would become a routine after the sunny robot moved in with you.

Well, "moved in with you" is a bit generous. In the eyes of Fazbear you stole him, on the other hand how could you let him rot in the Pizzaplex, after all that happened?

It took some time for him to settle, to feel comfortable enough to not jump at every small noise.

Oh, and what a challenge it was to find a solution to the whole darkness problem. Sun became a crying and sobbing mess everytime you would reach for the light switch, straight up begging you to leave the lights on. You didn't understand at first, Moon wasn't...there anymore. He vanished along with whatever took hold of their system during their life in the Pizzaplex.

It clicked later that, even though Moon was no longer there– no longer able to torment Sun. The memories of that time still are. The sunny robot spent months, if not a whole year alone, fretting and worrying that his counterpart might hurt more people.

You ended up buying a small nightlight for him. A bear per his request.

It was then that things slowly started to change for the better. It still took months to get where you are now, but it was worth it.

You smile, contently snuggling closer to Sun's chest as he gives an offended gasp toward the Tv. "Sunshine! Did you see what that discourteous man just did!?" he whines with a low growl, throwing his arms into the air, his rays giving the familiar click-click sound. You give a hum, glancing toward the screen where Hans just stormed out of the room, leaving Anna alone.

"I did Sunny"' you pat his chest, reaching up to take his left arm and hug it. Sun gives a short squack at that, the humming of his servos beneath you growing a tad louder. "And I say: boo! Begone Hans!" there is a noise of agreement from the celestial bot as he joins you in the booing. It stops as soon as Olaf comes into the scene, and Sun is frantically trying to tell him to move away from the fireplace, or else he'll melt. You start to laugh at that, easing into a chuckle as Sun gives you an offended look.

You don't really focus on the movie after that. Busy drawing little circles onto Sun's palm, he squirms occasionally, tutting at you to stop because it tickles. You don't stop, and he eventually gives up, placing his free hand on your head where he starts to play with a few strands of your hair.

The rest of the movie is over before you can fully process it, the end credits rolling up and bathing the room in their soft light.

Sun reaches over to turn on the small lamp without missing a beat, not once looking into the dark room. You give his hand a small squeeze. Telling him that you're here if needed.

Then the room falls into a comfortable silence, just the two of you huddling closer and enjoying the other's presence.

"Sunshine" Sun hums after a while, startling you out of your drifting state, you give a grumble. "I thiiiink we should start doing the dishes, should we not?" you groan rubbing your eyes in the process of sitting up. Turning your head to look at the kitchen. Lo and behold, the dishes are still where you left them. Waiting to get cleaned.

With a nod you stand up, stretching yourself a little before looking at Sun who is already arranging the couch to its original state.

He notices your gaze and freezes, hands sinking into the pillow he is holding with a strained smile, as he realizes what he is doing. The yellow rays retract into his head far too fast.

"I-I'm sorry Sunshine, I-" you quickly shush him with a light smack on his shoulder, grabbing a pink pillow to place it beside a green one. You then look at Sun, waiting for him to place the one he is currently holding right beside the green one.

He uncurls his hands from around the pillow, giving a soft smile as his rays start poking out from around his head. With a melodious hum he finishes the couch with his pillow and you grin, giving a thumbs up.

The dishes are done just as fast.

Both of you fall into the routing of washing and drying before the plates and cups are neatly stacked to where they belong.

Halfway into cleaning you start talking about the film. Complaining about Hans, before Sun starts to gush about Olaf. You chuckle along the conversation, steering it to Anna and Christoph at some point.

And just like that you run out of things to clean, the cutlery already waiting to be dried.

"Oh" you say, disappointed that you have already finished. "How about you go ahead and start brushing your teeth Sunshine?" you open your mouth in protest before you catch his gaze. That wasn't a question you realize.

"Alright" you sigh, pulling the metal chain on the sink plug to drain the water. "But you better hurry!" Sun gives you an eye closed smile, nodding as he ushers you out of the kitchen. "Will do! Now off you go!" he pretends to grab you and you jump away with a squeak, laughing as you run up the stairs and into the bathroom.

Sun waits until he hears the door close before he gives a soft exhale. Not wasting another second he turns on the small extra lights in the kitchen, shuddering as his eyes wander toward the lurking darkness in the living room. It wouldn't hurt to turn on the lights there too, right?

He sets down the drying cloth and strides over to where the light switch is. There is a sudden, prickling sensation at his neck and he squeaks, slamming his hand against the light switch with more force than necessary.

He whirls around in a flash, scanning the room for any and all movement. His body gives an involuntary shudder as the red light of a car passes by the window, he turns his head and takes a deep breath to calm himself.

It's alright, nothing to see where he isn't looking right? Plus he really should finish drying, or else you might start wondering why he isn't coming. Yes, yes. He should finish quickly.

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Giving the kitchen counter one last wipe Sun smiles at the work done. Setting down the rag before turning to flick off the lights.

He halts for a second, staring at the switch before his digit flips it down.

The extra lights dim with a small buzz and Sun turns to walk to the kitchen entrance, his hand already hovering over the switch located there.

He halts yet again, a soft breath slips past his lips before he turns the switch. Yanking his hand out of the darkness as if it would bite him if he didn't.

Turning off the lamp near the couch is easier, due to the bright light on the ceiling still buzzing softly with power. Sun smiles in relief as he goes up the stairs.

Thank the stars that the light switch for the living room can also be accessed on the first floor.

He flicks the lights off and makes a beeline for the bathroom. Eager to be in your calming presence once more.

"Sunmfy!" your voice is muffled due to the toothbrush in your mouth but happy nonetheless. He grins and boops your nose, already feeling the tension leaving his body. With a happy spin of his rays he turns to the mirror to get to his own routine.

"Boo"

Sun freezes at the low voice sounding right behind him, rays halting their spinning before they retreat behind his face. He spins around, stumbling a little and bumping against the sink in his frantic movement. You make a muffled noise of confusion, following his eyes to the wall.

"Sunny? You good?" you reach out to touch his arm but he flinches away, eyes hazed with raising panic as he looks at you. He blinks a second later. "S-Sunshine!" a forced laugh. You narrow your eyes in worry. "A-Ah I was just hearing something!" he lets go of the sink, hoping with a wince that he didn't damage it in the process. "Must've been the neighbors!" he almost stutters again, not feeling good about lying to you. You tilt your head before giving a slow nod and turning to continue brushing your teeth, seemingly believing him.

"Haha!" he chuckles awkwardly, glancing around the bathroom before turning back to the mirror, eyes fixed on the sink.

His battery must be low. The thought passes by quickly as he brings his hands up to his face, they are shaking. He balls them to fists and lowers them carefully, you don't seem to notice and he looks up into the mirror.

"You sure it's the battery Sunny?"

If he had a heart it would have stopped.

If he had blood it would have run cold.

Moon.

He hears you sputter and a second later he hears you coughing.

Did he say that out loud?

"Sun?" your voice is right beside him, worry and the smallest hint of panic weaved into it. He feels your presence not even an inch away from him. The oversized shirt you are wearing grazes his arm.

Sun doesn't look at you as he answers, eyes trained at his own reflection. "Nothing Sunshine" he whispers, voice wobbly and staticy. You hear a slight crack from where he is gripping the sink.

"I'm alright"

He isn't. Screams your mind. He clearly isn't.

Not with how intense he stares into the mirror.

Not with the small tremors that shake his body.

You gulp, nodding once again. Desperate, yet unsure to talk any further. Afraid to push him off the edge and away from you. "Alright..." you continue brushing your teeth, ignoring the urge to talk and sealing the words in your occupied mouth, opting to look at the tiled floor instead.

"Hmm~ the same as ever I see"

Sun can feel how his breath becomes hitched, his insides are twisting and turning as his grip on the sink tightens even more in an attempt to ground him.

"What's wrong Sunny? Surprised to see me?"

Moon's voice is a mocking melody. A familiar, yet haunting tune as it halls in his head and fills every small code with...fear.

Sun snarls, forcefully turning his head away as he squints his eyes shut, trying to steady his erratic breathing.

That's not Moon, Moon is not here anymore.

"Ouch. That hurt my poor feelings"

Sun ignores the laugh as best as he can. Still trying his hardest to breath in and out and not stopping the artificial imitation.

It's not real, it's not real. None of this is.

He repeats that mantra in his head, sinking down until his arms rest on the sink and his face flat atop them. He's just tired, exhausted and in need of a looong charging session.

He nods, jumping upward with a smile. Part of him accepting the white lie in an instant. He immediately turns to you, voice too chipper for comfort.

"Don't worry Sunshine, I'm alright!" he gives your head a pat, hyperaware at how shaky his hands are. But ignorant toward the way your brows furrow in more worry.

"Oh Sunny, you're a mess" Moon croons, tilting his head as Sun's neck snaps back to look at the mirror.

"Afraid of something that isn't even there" his hands reach up to rub at his eyes in a mock-crying gesture. Sun gives a pathetic wince, body locking up as his breath comes labored.

None of this is real.

"You can't escape me Sunny~" the mirror speaks, Moon leans further against it with a cheshire smile, eyes crinkling to slits.

The yellow bot shakes his head with a whimper as panic rises to his processors. Blue eyes wide in horror as he stumbles backward. Away from his counterpart.

There is a split moment as he hears his name reach him in the form of a worried whisper, along with a soft caress down his arm. But the voice sounds distant, disappearing somewhere he can't reach. He is in too deep.

"You can't escape" Moon repeats, his eyes fluttering close as he shakes his head in disappointment. "You can't escape THIS!" the gravel voice suddenly booms in his head as the lunar bot slams a bloodied claw against his side of the mirror. Smearing the red liquid across it.

A dark chuckle follows as the sunny robot brings his shaking hands to his rays. Pulling at them with a pained sob as memories start flooding his head.

A warbled wail leaves his lips as a flash of purple settles in his eyes, it flickers bright for a moment before the usual blue comes back, albeit be it much darker.

Sun doesn't avert his eyes, he can't. Transfixed at the blue reflection in front of him, red droplets of blood slowly inch down the other side of the mirror. He shouldn't- Moon shouldn't be here!

"What? What's the matter Sunny?" Moon sneers, his claws leaving an ugly noise in its wake as they trail down the glass. He awaits an answer.

"I-I...No..." Sun sobs, letting go of his rays and hugging himself as best as he can. "I- I got rid of you- I-'' another sob wracks his already shaking body.

Breathe.

Sun can't hear you calling his name, again and again with a soft but shaky voice.

Nor does he see the confused expression crossing your face at his words. He also doesn't see how you follow his gaze to the mirror, eyes narrowing in worry and fear for him.

Sun tries to remember himself.

Take deep breaths, slowly in and out. One at at time, he can do it he-

Sun's eyes go wide.

He doesn't feel himself breathing! Where- Where did his breath go? His fans kick in at the new surge of panic.

He can't breathe! He forgot how to breathe! He's going to suffocate! He-

"Dumbass!" a sharp hiss interrupts him, it quickly turns into an amused chuckle that evolves into an ugly, staticy laugh. Sun can feel himself tensing up, his fingers digging into his casing.

"Just like the good old times! You really didn't change a bit!" another chuckle, the room behind Moon changes. Suddenly, he is standing back in the daycare, blood dripping from his sharp smile and raised claw.

"Do you remember, Sun? Do you remember the feeling of their small arms between your hands?" Sun's core stutters at that, giving an agonizing hiss before it buzzes loudly in the bathroom.

"Fragile little humans are they not? Easy to break, but so so soofft~" Moon purrs, gaze gliding across the red mess on the padded floor. Small bodies of all the little ones he had the delight of meeting.

Some were eager to see him. Others were- well, not so. He treated them all the same though. He put them all to sleep. In their own, red blankets.

Moon taps his claw against his cheek before his red eyes stare back at Sun, who is currently trying so hard to look away. His smile deepens as he mouths words that hold no voice for him, but still reach Sun. Nestling painfully deep into the solar bots mind, successfully opening the gate to memories bathed in crimson.

The yellow bot shrieks in despair. Jumping backward until his back collides with the wall and he brings his shaking hands in front of his eyes.

No more. No more of that please!

A cackle is all that reaches him. "No use hiding in the present Sunny! The past will catch up! I am still a part of you!'' manic laughter rings through his body, he can't tell if it was Moon laughing, or if he did. He dreaded to know.

"Look at yourself! You could snap their neck in a moment's notice! See the fear in their eyes again" Sun clamps his hands over his mouth, interrupting his frantic clawing for a moment. He is afraid to give an answer, he is afraid that he said those words out loud.

Soft tutting follows. "You know I'm right" the words sound gentle but Sun shakes his head.

Moon doesn't stop.

"You did it before. Children were crying, every time you tried to calm them! The fear in their eyes~" another purr from his counterpart, from his reflection. "Oh the fear in their little eyes! That's all you're ever good for Sunny".

Sun claws at his face again as Moon continues to talk. His raspy voice whispering venomous and painful words to him, choked sobs slip past his lips as dark tears roll down his cheek. Pleads and begs is all he can give as an answer. Make it stop.

"Don't forget, I'll always be a part of you"

No! Stop. Stop it Moon!

Sun sobs, body shaking so hard he stumbles forward. Right into the waiting arms of the grinning Moon.

"Don't run! Come here my sweet brother!" Moon laughs, sharp teeth glistening in red.

Every wire inside of Sun, every inch of his coding screams at those words.

A desperate and distressed noise that only gets cut off at the sound of his fist colliding with the mirror.

The glass first splinters, then shatters, before its sharp shards rain down onto the tiled ground. Each of them hitting it with a clink.

Sun is sobbing. Sinking down to the floor as all strength leaves him.

His head buzzes painfully, vision fading from black to normal for several seconds. He can feel his core humming loudly, almost vibrating in his chest. He feels hot and cold at the same time, the hot is painful. It feels like he gets burnt from the inside out, heat threatening to melt his casing if he doesn't calm down anytime soon.

His body is shaking as he curls his arms around it, eyes directed at the floor as he feels his mind gradually clearing.

…

Moon isn't talking anymore.

Sun looks up. The hint of a smile on his lips.

That, however, is wiped clean the second he sets eyes on your form cowering in the far corner of the bathroom.

You are trembling. Arms raised protectively above your face to shield you from the glass shards. Wait-

A strangled noise leaves Sun's chest as he notices the pieces of the mirror lying around him. He looks back over to you and catches your eyes.

They are trembling in fear, you have your lips firmly pressed together, forming a thin line.

Sun's rays shrink further into his head, painfully scraping against another as he reaches out toward you. He stops as you flinch away, pressing yourself further against the corner of the wall. A cold terror takes hold of his entire form, freezing him in place.

Several seconds pass, you don't dare move. Still shaken from what happened, your head hurts from the blood curdling scream Sun let go minutes ago. You shudder at the memory.

"D-Dear...?" Sun reaches for you again, holding out his hand in a silent offer. No, in a silent plea for you to take it.

You can't be afraid of him right? He- He didn't do anything wrong! He was just- He-

Sun nearly chokes on nothing as you stand up, ignoring his hand. Your legs are shaking from the adrenalin as you hold onto the bathtub.

You don't miss the way Sun yanks his hand back, holding it close to his chest.

"I-I need a moment" you whisper, the gentle tone not as present as you want it to. Instead, your voice trembles just as bad as your body does. You try to smile as blue eyes settle on you, but you can't manage that either.

"S-See you later" you then mumble, trying to reach for Sun in an attempt to reassure him that you are willing to be in his presence. But he leans away, you gulp. Hurrying out of the bathroom and off into your own room.

Silence fills the bathroom as Sun listens to your footsteps echoing down the hallway. His mind is blank, unable to grasp a decent thought. The hallway grows still as the door falls shut behind you. Sun flinches at the noise.

…

A quiet sob tears through the silence of the bathroom.

Sun slumps forward, burying his face in his pants as more sobs shake his body. His hands find the back of his head, fingers touching the exposed wiring there before he tugs at it.

The words from Moon gabe him despair, but the fear in your eyes as you looked at him? The way your body shook and flinched away as he reached for you? He felt his heart shatter at that.

He messed up.

Sun messed up the one good thing that happened after the Pizzaplex, didn't he?

Sun sniffles and looks up. There is glass lying everywhere, littering the ground like the plastic balls from the daycare. He feels a familiar twitch in his fingers.

"Clean up..." he mumbles, standing up ever so slowly as he goes to a small niche located behind a curtain, to get a broom.

He moves the cleaning tool with practiced ease– back and forth, always back and forth – and the shards on the ground clink together.

A grumble leaves him as he notices the smallest of glass splinters slipping through the rough bristles.

"Clean up! Clean up!" he chides himself, falling back into his old protocols in an instant. His mind gradually grows silent, the ping to clean up blocks out almost everything else.

Only as he stands straight to go and dispose of the glass shards does he stop, turning his head to glance at the mirror and his shattered reflection. Dark tear stains now adorn his face.

Moon was right, wasn't he?

Sun closes his eyes, and once he opens them again, his counterpart smiles at him from the mirror. Broken and shattered, but Sun can see the sharp teeth clearly.

He turns away, slowly making his way down to the kitchen, not bothering to turn on the light.

In the end, fear is all he can elicit from people.

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