#55 moons

[byrdclangen]

Warriors!!

Wrennut and Grackleleaf!!

Grackleleaf you just became a warrior stop

[lamp2003]

small step

[kheprriverse]

The boys ✨

[conspicuous-clown-car]

OKAY FINE I LIKE MOON MORE THAN SUN

i just gravitate more towards moon (pun intended) because i like the dark and quiet and im a very low energy person. im a night owl. i also just vibe with him bc he barely talks, which, relatable.

i also have sensory issues so being in a LED lit daycare with a repeating theme song with a loud animatronic thats being passive aggressive towards me would kill me

[daily-lego-sets]

LEGO Creator:

NASA Apollo 11 Lunar Lander

Set: 10266

2019

Pieces: 1087

[jellybeanium124]

happy 55th anniversary of the moon landing!

[kyriefae]

I don't see people using The Lazarus Experiment from Series 3 as a routine means of identifying Doctor Who as being "past it's prime".

Even commentary regarding the farting aliens that wear human skin suits has been at a relative low.

There were also two episodes where James Corden played the key companion role. People didn't like it but rarely mention those episodes anymore.

Then there was the episode about the moon being an egg. Another one about sleep dust from our eyes taking over a space station cuz capitalism...

There was also that one that became a soapbox about making choices to fix the planet or else the surviving humans would become monstrous mutations trapped outside of planet terraforming resorts that dish out space coupons.

Almost like Doctor Who routinely puts out these silly, not-so-award winning scripts or stories and routinely receives mediocre ratings or fan reception as a result. ...but people still keep watching it and people still love it.

Space Babies is not different; in fact it's a delightful episode with beautiful messages attached to it.

CGI baby mouths or not...I just want to put a stamp on the *cow's excrement* (NAN-E filter approved).

Edit: In case it's not abundantly clear I thoroughly enjoy when Who is either bad or heavily perceived as being bad. It's never like "omg they put the lead actor's character into a coma and wrote them off the show I wonder what's happening behind the scenes" it's always like "this week we're going to introduce a new creature into the lore" and people get mad or "this week we're going to bring back a known creature from the lore* and people get bored or *what if we brought back one of the farting aliens and make her story kinda sorta sad but still funny* then people's heads explode.

[originalaccountname]

[urge to work on that bsd timeline increases] → if you do end up working on it, I’d be extremely thankful

Timelines/Time passing in fiction is one of my greatest weaknesses (unless it’s explicitly stated; e.g., “summertime”, “last year”)

Second, the season was clearly described as summer. In fact, seasons have never actually been mentioned flat out in the manga and novels up until now. Instead, they have simply been sprinkled with hints. They could have been spring or fall, but this time, it was made clear that it was a hot summer day. Why? Well, I won’t exactly say why just in case you haven’t read the book yet, but when a certain skill activated, I really felt as if it was during a hot season—a boiling summer day under the clear blue sky. I wonder why I felt that way? Regardless, that’s just how it is.

(55 Minutes afterword by Kafka Asagiri)

Asagiri is my nemesis for this quote in particular because it's a curve ball into an otherwise straightforward timeline. "oh idk it could have been spring or fall but this part that I said takes place between the Guild arc and the Cannibalism arc happened in summer" ok cool so like either it's been a whole year (unlikely) or everything happens in less than 6 months, sure

[vamp-bites]

Guys guys happy moon landing anniversary everyone

[age-of-moonknight]

Night Moves. Marvel Superheroes: Official Game Adventure (Vol. 1/1990), pg. 19.

Designer: Anthony Herring; Editor: Karen S. Boomgarden; Illustrator: John Statema

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

I knowwwww everybody wants a hoshikawa stormbringer adaptation but have you considered 55 Minutes? For me

[treethymes]

Killers of the Flower Moon (2023, dir. Martin Scorsese)

[nakamorijuan]

第55話 「月影は星十郎？燃えるまこちゃん」

[tinypawsmightychallanges]

( Green-Leaf ) Moon 55

[mable-stitchpunk]

Going Home in a Box: Chapter 55 - Teaser

It was surprising how strenuous something that was supposedly automated could be. On the whole Fritz had to admit that it was an efficient system. That is, he wouldn’t have ever been able to do this many repairs this quickly without it, even with the tools and supplies. Yet it was still precise and exhausting. Especially when he was not used to staying up this late. As the hours crept on, he was beginning to have a little more trouble staying awake.

Thankfully, that’s where Ennard’s presence was a huge help. He was the safety net in case Fritz started to slip up, to stop him if his addled mind began to do something he wasn’t supposed to. Though so far that hadn’t happened. Most of the tasks were simple and routine; hard to mess up, but not helping in keeping his mind alert. That was about to change as they finished up in replacing the upper torso of Chica. Though it was hard to take credit for something that was largely automated.

As Chica was reclined back into the seat once more, Fritz and Ennard were faced with their last challenge. Something that would no doubt be their biggest challenge, Chica’s shattered face.

While her plating had been utterly decimated, most of what had been underneath had been left untouched- save a quick relocation of her arm that required new bolts to be put in. That didn’t count for her face. If the missing beak and voice box wasn’t a giveaway that this would be a big job, the bulging unfocused eyes lulling around certainly did. Fritz couldn’t help but grimace as he took another look at it before turning and heading out of the protective cylinder to finish off their last job.

Outside, Freddy and Moon were still sitting on the steps. They had been waiting this entire time.

“Alright, Freddy! We’re onto the last step!” Fritz called over as he headed towards the desk. He slowed while rubbing his hands together absentmindedly. “…Course it’s the hardest step and will probably take the longest to do, but hey, last one.”

“Oh, I just love how optimistic you are,” Ennard quipped from behind him. He leaned on the desk as Fritz sat down and finished up on the computer.

“That is great news!” Freddy exclaimed. He excitedly stood up from the stairs and looked through the glass, only to visibly recoil at the sight of Chica’s still gruesome facial damage. “Oh dear…” he said. He sighed. “Well, she does look much better.”

“Mmhmhm, that’s not saying much,” Moon darkly joked. He rolled his head towards Freddy and looked up at him, but the bear didn’t take the bait. He sobered and straightened up. “Perhaps it’s time to tell your friends.”

“Yes…” Freddy agreed. Moon pressed a finger to where his temple would be preparing to send out a security alert before being stopped by Freddy’s hand falling on his shoulder. “We should tell them in person.”

Moon hummed and nodded, dropping his arm and turning to climb the stairs. Freddy followed suit, sending one last somber look towards Chica before following him up to his designated elevator.

Fritz ran one last scan over Chica’s body to which it, understandably, picked up the momentum damage dealt to her mouth and head. Having locked on, he clicked to begin the procedure and started to get up. Though instead of the same cycle beginning yet again, he was surprised when he was met instead with an error noise.

“I’m sorry, but you are unauthorized to perform this repair. Due to the confidential nature of Chica’s super party upgrades, repairs done on said upgrades can only be done with direct clearance from Dr. Talbert.”

“What?” Fritz asked in near disbelief. He sat back down and looked, but the pop-up on the screen said virtually the same thing. Even with the upgrade possibly damaged beyond belief, they were barred from touching it. “That’s just great,” he complained, collapsing back into the office chair. He pointed a hand at the screen. “What now?”

“Well, well, looks like we’re doing it the old-fashioned way!” Ennard said, rubbing his hands together excitedly. Fritz looked less than on-board. “Oh, come on! I know you’ve worked on worse than this! You worked on me once, right?”

“…You know, I don’t think I did,” Fritz said with mild surprise. Ignoring that, Ennard held up his fingers, showing the smallest inch between them.

“We’re thiiiis close! I know it looks bad, but all we’ve gotta do is get Jake or someone to send for a new voice box and beak and BAM- we’re done! As simple as that!” the clown encouraged. “So, what do you say, Fritz? Are you ready to get wrist-deep in a real job?”

Fritz considered that comment for a long moment. He might’ve even considered it, looking into the protective cylinder, but one look at Chica’s ruined face deflated any optimism.

“I don’t want to burst your bubble, but I don’t think it’s going to be as simple as that,” he said with an apologetic smile.

Ennard dropped his head dramatically.

“Yeah, I know,” he muttered. He lifted his head again with a much more defeated look over his constant smile. “We’re done.”

“End of the road,” Fritz agreed, dusting off his hands.

“Dead end.”

“Let’s pack it in and get out of here,” Fritz said, hooking a thumb back and then dragging himself to his feet.

Ennard sent one last look at Chica. At this angle he had the perfect view of both the gaping cavity of her mouth and the way her right eye was poked out. The latter specifically bothered him, to a point that he couldn’t stand it.

“Not yet.”

He strode back into the protective cylinder and leaned over her. He started down at her for a long moment, accessing the situation, and then started to reach up and into her gaping mouth. Slowly and carefully sliding his fingers and hand into the opening and angling them inwards and upwards, towards the back of the eyes.

Fritz came in behind him and stared at the scene.

“What are you doing?” he finally asked.

“I’m fixing her eyes. They never fix them right,” Ennard explained. “I’m not gonna let her get stuck with the same eye problem I had. She’s too cute to have a lazy eye.”

“She’s quite a looker- you used to have a lazy eye?”

“Oh yeah, real slacker.”

Ennard slowly and carefully nudged the wiring back in, helping goad the eye back into place in the socket. Hopefully hooking it where it needed to be until her head casing was replaced. It wasn’t a perfect fix, but the best he could offer without going in deeper. He drew back his hand in one smooth motion and looked at his work.

And his work suddenly looked back.

Ennard froze up as Chica’s eyes suddenly focused on him. Both of them, even the one he had just repaired. The pupils responding only slightly but her gaze clearly on him. Not just a reflex, she was awake.

The way she looked up to him, staring directly at him, could’ve been confusion or fear. It was hard to tell which, or if she was alert enough to even recognize who he was. Likely she was, in which case she was dangerous in a new way. She could tell everyone everything. Or, at least, tell someone that he and Baby were in there. They probably wouldn’t believe her, but if they did it would immediately put them, their friends, and everyone who helped them in jeopardy. Even down to little Gregory.

It was of the upmost importance that she stayed quiet. Normally in this situation Ennard could be a very persuasive person. Ignoring that he usually wasn’t directly seen or purposefully kept himself hidden enough that the assumed target wouldn’t be able to give a clear description, thereby discrediting them. Scaring them into silence was always a good backup tactic, because Ennard knew exactly what cards to play to show off how dangerous he could really be.

…But Ennard didn’t want to do that. Not this time. Not when he was the reason for everything that happened. He made his bed and now he had to lie in it. So, he would have to fall back on something else, his silver tongue and his impeccable schmoozing skills.

“Oh! We-he-ell there, Bright Eyes! Look who’s finally up!” Ennard greeted. Saying it loud enough to also warn Fritz, who quickly backed up out of the protective cylinder. “Don’t be scared, Chickadee. I’m just putting you back together as best as I can.”

Chica was watching him more like a hawk than a chicken, but it was still unclear how present she really was. Let alone if she was digesting anything he was saying.

“I’m- I’m sorry about what happened. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt! I-I-I was just trying to scare you! And protect my pizza. That green stuff’s so good. Dunno what it is, but oh boy, good pizza you guys got!” Ennard prattled, emphasizing the stutter when he usually fought to keep his voice projecting smoothly. He tried to sound assuring but nervous, like Scott. Though all of the guilt wasn’t disingenuous. He just had to exaggerate, to make her see him as something less stable.

Yet still she stared. This was probably not working how he hoped. He decided to press a little harder, play further into that instability- use that budding panic to his advantage.

“But see, if they find out about me it’s going to be really bad. For all of us! A clown running loose in Freddy Bear’s Pizza Mall? That’s grounds for closure! I should know, last place closed for the same thing. I was there, I always am. Haven’t caught me yet! But tell you what- we keep this between us and I don’t come, m’kay? Aaand, they don’t think you had some sort of funky clown hallucination after your little accident and don’t go popping your head open. Whaddya say?”

Chica didn’t say anything. She didn’t even have the faintest inkling of a response. She was just so deeply out of it that she could only stare at him and he couldn’t tell if any of what he was saying was reaching her. Some plan.

Yet he did genuinely feel bad for her. Even with her trying to eat him, even with her almost killing his assumed sister, he still did feel remorseful for what he did. Especially when knowing that she was stuck with that same hunger he had been. That hunger had made him do plenty of things he regretted. He understood it better than anyone else.

“…Food doesn’t fill it,” he whispered. “That hole, that hunger. Food, stuff, it doesn’t fill it. Sometimes wires help, but it’s all- it’s in here,” Ennard explained, tapping his temple. “I saw a whole lot of inside you while we were fixing your plates and you’ve got different wires now. There’s just, like, a pocket of them right in the middle. Your body wouldn’t even know what to do with those old wires anymore, they woul- they wouldn’t fit.”

That time it was an unintentional hitch in his voice. “There’s a thing inside of you and it’s telling you to eat and it’s telling you to chase kids, but all it’s going to do is take away everything you’ve got. You’ve got to fight that beast because they won’t give you a second chance if anyone winds up getting hurt. In the end, it’s you. You get it under control or you get swallowed up by it.”

She was still staring, but something changed. He wasn’t sure what it was or how he could tell, but he knew she was listening. Whether or not she understood or cared to listen was another thing entirely. The ball was in her court now.

“But don’t worry-!” Ennard continued. Only to suddenly be interrupted by the sound of distant footsteps echoing in a hallway. He jumped up as he listened to them coming in. “Whoops, gotta go!” he rushed out before turning and bolting for the door.

He could hear one of the doors opening and the footsteps running into the room, so he quickly ducked out of the cylinder, around the desk, and ducked under the window of the cylinder on the other side. Hiding just in time to be missed by Roxanne Wolf who all but blew past Fritz, who was still standing there, and into the protective cylinder. She was actually staggered by the sight of Chica’s busted, beakless face.

“Holy skid marks- Chica!” she yelled. She stared at the unmoving body wide-eyed and horrified before her head snapped to the technician standing nearby. “Why haven’t you fixed her face?!”

“I can’t. I’m not allowed to. I tried, but because of some upgrade they won’t let me do it,” Fritz quickly defended him. His hands up in defense and him leaning back as she stomped up to him.

“Then what DID you do?! She looks terrible!” Roxanne snapped. Her teeth clicking with the swing of her jaw. Though before Fritz could get anymore worried, a voice spoke up in his defense.

“Sommmewhere between eighty and ninety percent of herrr plating,” Moon interjected with a simulated click of his non-existent tongue. He came down the same steps she had, his ever-present smile seeming more sinister than ever. “Evvvveeerything except her face.”

Roxanne looked back at him, at that smile, and then her arms dropped to her sides in an almost frustrated motion. She then looked back towards Chica and only then did her face soften the slightest bit. Fritz felt like he should say something but didn’t want to rock the boat doing so, so he just stood there silently, dumbly, until another one of the four doors opened.

This time it was Monty’s and he began to slowly thump his way towards the closer stairs. Ennard just barely managed to squeeze himself into a nook between the cylinder and the stairs to be entirely missed by the gator. Monty acknowledged Fritz with a nod as he passed by before standing alongside Roxanne and looking in. He then, in the fastest motion he had made all night, tugged down his sunglasses to stare at the state Chica was in. Only to then silently push them back into place.

Not long after this, Freddy thundering footsteps could be heard before he came through his door and hastily made his way to stand with his bandmates and Moon. The moment he reached them, Roxanne turned to him seeking answers.

“What happened?! Moon said she fell in the trash compactor?!” she asked.

“I am… not entirely sure how it happened,” Freddy quietly said. He looked towards Chica and then down at the floor in regret. “…There was Monty Mystery Mix involved.”

“They still got that stuff?” Monty asked.

“Why would they leave that stuff out?! They know how crazy Chica gets when she smells that stuff!” Roxanne yelled in frustration, totally ignoring Monty’s little interjection. She lifted her hand like she was going to grab her face but caught herself at the last second and dropped in, instead choosing to toss her hair back. “They can’t do anything right. Just a bunch of failures.”

Seeing things getting heated, Fritz started to edge back towards the stairs behind him. “I’ve got to go see Vanessa and tell her what’s up,” he said. The animatronics turned to him.

“Mmm-hmm. I betcha do,” Monty said. Fritz furrowed his brows at the implication until those shades were tugged back down and the gator winked at him. “Rock on.”

Fritz decided to not even risk suspicion by arguing his case on the implication and instead turned and started to head up the steps. Moving briskly but not quick enough to seem suspicious. His eyes darting over to spot Ennard silently climbing up onto the platform and crawling over to Freddy’s door. It didn’t open automatically, but Freddy was already on his way.

“Allow me to let you out through my green room. It will give me a chance to escort Moon back to the daycare without leaving Chica alone,” Freddy offered. Moon started heading up the stairs, but Freddy paused long enough to turn back to Roxanne. “Roxy, I am sorry.”

“Not nearly as sorry as they’re going to be,” she growled. ‘They’ either being the technicians or whatever unfortunate worker came across her beforehand.

Freddy gave a solemn nod and started to head up the stairs after Moon, dragging his feet as he did. Not as sorry as he was, unfortunately. He couldn’t bear to look at Chica again.

“She ain’t gonna be up for showtime,” Monty pointed out. “Think they’re gonna bring down Beelora to fill in?”

“Over my dead body,” Roxanne grumbled through her teeth. A replacement was just an excuse to shove Chica in a corner somewhere and put off fixing her. She wasn’t going to let that happen.

Monty wisely decided to stay silent.

[firstofficerkittycat]

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