Horror game AU!
Tim is a normal civilian who likes playing horror games.
One day he is playing this super obscure game, Terrors in the Batfamily.
The main character is living next to this obviously hunted house, which is inhabited by an "ordinary", if not a bit weird, family.
One time, when the MC is staying up at night doing god-knows what he hears strange noises next door(Tim is pointing out that the distance between the 2 houses is large enough that no noise could possibly be heard).
As he is a horror game main chracter, he decides to check it out...by breaking into his neightboors house.
The gameplay is that in the first phase you need to sneak around the manor till you find the batcave where you see all the missing people dead and butchered.
This is the part where one of the monsters, a humanoid bat(as he is called by the MC, although Tim swears that monster only vaguely resambles a bat), finds you and you need to run.
In the 2nd phase you need to get out of the manor while being activly hunted by the monsters.
Tim finds that even thought the gameplay is a bit basic the monster desings geniuenly freak him out a bit, even if their behavior is easly predictable once you find a pattern.
The humanoid bat, the hardest monster to beat comparetivly, hangs around everywhere in the manor but tends to stick to the shadows. He only openly attacks you on his introduction scene and then observes you from the corners. Only attacking when you get too close to him, the Batcave, other monsters or to anything that could aid your escape.
What makes him the hardest to beat is that once he is aggrevated he is almost impossible to lose.
The only reason Tim didn't rage quit after being killed by the humanoid bat more times than he can count(It was 21 times) is because he was determined to finish this game.
He checked and the achivment you get after winning wasn't got by anyone ever and he wanted to be the first to get it.
Was it silly to get this worked up over some game? Yes. Will that mean that he will close it and go to sleep at a resonable hour? No.
The second monster you met is a humanoid robin(again, only vaguely). He jumpscares you when you escape from your first encounter with the Bat. Then he just plays with you. You need to make sure he is properly "entertained" otherwise he kills you.
The entertaiment being you make sure that you are a proper challenge, while also not being too much of a challenge otherwise the Bat gets involved.
The 3rd monster is another vague bat-like beast, this time smaller and more...feminine?
She kills you immidently upon encounter unless you give her something in exchange( a mechanic that nearly gave Tim an aneurysm before he figured it out).
Then she follows you along with The Bat, observing and killing if you do anything she doesn't like, like taking the key you need to unlock a door to get to the exit.
You need to give her a new gift every 1-2 times you did something to displease her but the game gives no indication on which action is a big no-no(Tim's strategy being that everytime he found something that he either thought or knew she might like, he just immidently gave it to her to miminize the chance of her lashing out(why did she accept items that were in her house as gifts? Ask the game developers)).
The 4th monster is a...greenish bat-human thing? Tim had no words to describe the abomination, really.
When you find it, it was an instant game over. No time for running away.
(Tim learnt not to look into any hiding places and instead just run away, this gives him a higher surivial chance)
When during his 51th playthrought he made it out of the manor Tim was feeling so happy he thought he could ascend(or the feeling could be coused by the fact that it was 2am and he still hadn't got a wink of sleep)
Then the bat-human hybrid jumped out of the window to attack him! He didn't think it could do that!
Of course, that spelt his failure and also his unredeemable hatred for the creature.
When after countless tries he finnaly outdid the hybrid and made it into the forest grounds that made up the backyard of the manor he almost didn't notice the 5th and final monster.
A werewolf or more like a poor imitation of one and also more scary.
It chased you throught the forest and killed you when you got caught as it was faster than yoh. The best strategy for it is making sure it never sees you, which is easier said than done as Tim can attest by the fact that it took him so long to do just that.
When you escaped the manor you got the ending and the achivment. The ending was shit, with the police being called by someone called Alfred Pennyworth reporting that the MC broke into the Wayne manor and you get arrested.
But who cares? Not Tim who just completed this infuriating game and could finnaly go to sleep! (Ignoring the fact that it was morning)
Of course, when he wakes up it is not in his room but in a foreign one.
After a quick serach he discovers that he just got transported into the game, speciafically into the main character.
Tim panics so hard at the revalation, after all there were so many missing people in Gotham and he knew exactly what happend to them!
He dosen't really do anything, just continues the MC's life, who happens to have the same name as him(Tim is pretty sure that wasn't the case in the game).
In Gotham Academy he meets the MC's one original friend, Bernard. He seems like a nice guy and Tim immidently takes a liking to him.
He also meets Cassandra, a mute but kind and smart girl whose footsteps make zero noise. She introduces him to her younger brother, Damian, and her older brother, Jason who goes to collage.
Sometimes Tim also meets their older brother, Dick, who works at the GCPD.
It was all doing great until Bernard went missing and Tim knew exactly who was responisble.
Of course, he wasn't suicidal so instead of barging in the monsters dent he asked Dick to keep a look-out for Bernard(Tim also noted that Dick's smile was strained when he reassured him about the fact that they will find Bernard).
During this time Cassandra and Damian invited him to their house for a sleepover. Saying that he looks like he hasn't slept a lot and having many people around will surely help(Tim hasn't slept a lot because he was preparing a plan of entry to get evidence and get justice for his friend).
Tim follows them to their home after school and nearly has a panic attack when he recognizes the manor.
not tim plying through a game he got killed in hundreds of times only to end up in the EXACT borderline unwinnable deadly game. tim is so fixated on how his playthroughs went and the danger surrounding the game that he doesn't note the differences. in the game the mc BROKE into wayne manor which, given all the waynes, would have greatly upset them. so as the mc anything he did would have earned their ire. but this time he's being INVITED in.
of course tim is so scared he doesn't realized either of those facts! nor does he realize the very glaring interest in him they seem to have 👀
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Halloween's Night (Solar Lunacy! DCA x Reader Drabble)
This was orignally a prompt drabble, but I got carried away so now it's a simple Halloween drabble of it's own without the prompt.
Set in future ARC 2 (lateish) of Solar Lunacy: The DCA's reputation has improved, Moon has been reinstated as the Daycare Attendant and is doing well so far combatting the virus. Fire has not happened yet.
With no prior plans made, you are working the evening to night shift at the Pizzaplex's Daycare on Halloween night, so you practice Trick or Treating Safty with Sun and the kids, and witness a sweeter, softer moment with Moon. Also, everyone is forced to wear costumes. Including you, to which you get teased for.
The reader has a 'themed' costume, but the actaul apperence of the costume is not described, and up to visual interprietation
WordCount: 4,000+ | AO3 Link (preffered for comments!)
Halloween was a favorite holiday, if you couldn't notice from the absolute takeover scary and pumpkin themed decor had over your neighbors lawns and in the front window of every store you pass by on the drive to work. One of the best holidays, something to look forward to all year, and stores know this, jacking up heavy prices of candy for trick or treaters for the special night.
Fazbear Entertaient is no different. The moment the calender struck October 1st, Halloween decor started appearing in every neon hall and nearly everything was spook themed. Even the band members received 'make-overs' or costume changes to help with the Halloween Spirit.
Chica was a vampire, her hunger for pizza now a thirst for blood! (Or so she likes to loudly proclaim) while Roxy was a werewolf hunter, which, you find terribly ironic but she looks great in the typical lumber-jack style with a trench coat, it almost reminds you of pirate themed aesthetic, but you don't bring that part up.
Freddy is a wizard. Really. He's a wizard, complete with wizard hat on top of his original top hat and sparkly cape behind him. He looks goofy, but that was the goal, and the kids really love when he waves his 'magical hands', pulls out candy from his cape (which thankfully hid his chest compartment) and handed them out.
Monty is a zombie, complete with fake painted 'stitches' across his body with new paint that makes some parts slightly discolored from the rest of him. You wouldn't think that he would have liked playing the part, but turns out the Gator actaully likes to jump out and scare people, hands out and threatening to eat little ones as they run, giggling.
All their costumes were cute!
You, on the other hand, were quite surprised when you clocked in for your shift, and a staffbot rolls up to you with a brown paper bag, shoving it into your hands before giving you a quick thumbs up and rolling away.
Inside, to your exact measurements, is a costume that looks like a space themed fairy-type of thing that looks more like it would be suited for a child who couldn't decide what to dress up as rather than for an employee with unreasonable mangment. It even came with shoes.
....actaully, you shouldn't be surprised. Ever since your 'promotions, you should have seen things like this coming. You were hoping you could get away with just the bear-ears.
You change in the employee break room before heading out, and the Daycare, as always, is very busy when you arrive.
You hear them before you see them, children laughing as the Daycare Attendant chases them throughout the jungle gym, dark shapes through the plastic parts until they come rolling out of the tube slides. Even the tykes were in costumes, most of them onsies their parents picked out. Adorable.
Sun's costume change was interesting: a long black cape over his usual clown attire, and two painted devil horns on the appropriate spots on his sunrays. The clown ruffles were missing, and his colorful pants were replaced by puffy black pants, a tight shirt that made his chasis look like a skeleton's ribcage and with long sleeves with bones on the fabric as well.
The ribbons on his wrist remain, and so do the shoes with the bells. There's a hood on the back too and something attatched to his hip, but the hood is down because it would never fit around his rays, and the object is obscured behind the cape.
No where near as colorful as the animatronic usually liked, but he didn't seemed bothered; the kids were having a hell of a time with his new 'scary' apperence.
You take your place at the security desk right as the first parent arrives to come check out their kid, and Sun bounds up right with the toddler in his arms before you even call for him. After formalities, the paperwork (not really nesssasary, since robots can handle all the stuff in their brains anyway, but it makes you feel useful) and waving the two off, he turns to greet you.
Actaully, he gives you a full look-over, hand on cheek and humming. The displeasure on your face is plain, so you know his voice is teasing when he speaks. "Well, don't you look like a doll-!-"
"Shut it." You huff, and amusement flashes across the animatronic's face, and you subconsioudly adjust the straps of the fairy wings you've been tasked to wear with a sour frown. "I didn't choose the costume."
"Really! Because I think it suits you very well-"
You wack him with the clipboard, and Sun fakes hurt. "Boo. What are you supposed to be?"
He grings. "I have no idea! A demon, I think." Sun hunches over, fingers curled to mimick claws and turns from you to yell out towards the gaggle of children who were peering over at you two curiously. "Maybe the kind that eats little boys and girls that don't brush their teeth!"
A small collective gasp, a few giggles, hiding their faces away back into their coloring books as Sun gives them a final lookover and return back to you. "Whatdya think? Scary enough for ya?"
"Terrifying." You smile. "What am I supposed to be doing today? Aside from checkouts." You look towards the children, not many left.Looks like most of them have already been picked up.....That's...earlier, than usual."
Sun claps his hands together. "It's Halloween! Families come to pick up little ones early to start trick or treating! The Daycare will be closing a few hours early tonight!"
Oh, good. Less human interaction for you then. You sit yourself at the Security desk, eyeing the suspisouly full bowl of Fazbear themed candy that's been placed there. "Nice. Are these free for the taking?"
"Not quite yet." A metal hand clasps onto your shoulder, fingers tapping on your clothes. "And you know what? I could really use a little fairy helper right now-"
"Sunny-"
"Trick or Treating saftey! Super important! Some of these kiddos are trick or treating for the first time ever tonight, lets do a test run!" He leans back away from you, giddy and chipper as usual. Pretty sunny guy for being a demon.
You raise a brow, hand inching towards the treat bowl. "So...you want me to play the person at the door?"
"Correct!" Without missing a beat or moving his gaze, he gently slaps your hand away, and you pout as he continues. "I'll help encourage them, you just pretend to be 'answering the door' and give one piece of candy when they're ready-don't give anything with peanuts to Lewis, you see that one? Little one, blue dinorsouar onsie, yes. Good, good-and you can have any remaining candy left over!"
That bit caught your attention. "Can I have some now?"
"It would make the kids sad to see you eating candy when they're only allowed one." Sun's lowers, smile softening. "So no. You cannot."
Your response is a wrinkled nose and a frown. He pats your head in a mock show of empathy and tuts at your impatience.
The kids are giddy when Sun gathers them and tells them the rules as you prepare yourself to be the 'door greeter' in this little scenerio. For this, you crouch underneath the security desk where you can't be seen, await for a child to knock on the 'door' (aka, the wood of the desk) before popping up and going about the scenerio. It's silly, and a few onlookers that are leaving peer through the glass at your shenanigans, but you're smiling anyway.
The first knock comes, two hits on the wood and you pop out from the behind the desk. "Hello! And what are you supposed to be!"
The child, a boy with glasses too big for his face and wearing a skeleton onsie, timidly holds out his hands, eyes big and expectant. He has a slight lisp when he talks, excited. "Trick or Treat!"
You shift your eyes to Sun, and siliently the animatronic returns your knowing gaze. Well, he didn't really answer your question, but it's the enthusiasim that counts. "Oh my, here you go."
You place a piece of candy in his palm, and the boy immediatly turns to run off.
"Now what do we say?" Sun calls out to the boy's retreating form, half sticking out of a sliding tube.
The other children watch intently as the boy freezes, scuttles back out of the tube and running up to you. "T-thank you."
"Veeeery good job!" Sun praises, and you smile at the child to emphsize his praise. "Now what do we do?"
The boy answers, his voice joined by the choir of other children answering with him all out of synch. "Go back to our parents."
"That's right! You're a very smart bunch of fellas, aren't you?" Sun, who stands across the length of the room that would consitute a mock distance of the sidewalk to a front door, nods in approval as the candy holding tyke runs up to him, pinching the little one's cheek and cooing. He played the 'parent' while you were the door greeter, and you watched as he clapped and praised the children for following such a good example before ducking back underneath the desk.
The animatronic gently presses another child in your direction, and the process repeats.
It's cute and silly. They're all very young, more than likely this will be their first Halloween going door to door, and nervous at first when they approuch you, knocking on the desk and looking askew when you come out from hiding. That is, until their good manners and saftey behavior is rewarded with a piece of chocolate or jolly rancher, and their face lights up.
You occasionally have to break character as parents arrive to check out their children, the group dwindling little as the candy in your bowl starts to deplete. Some of them are restraining a laugh or smile at your costume, and possibly Sun's, but appreciate the 'practice' before the actaul trick or treating.
The next child is the quiet one. A little pigtailed girl that never talks, in an alien themed costume with a Moon plushie that's clutched tightly to her chest.
This girl never liked Sun, scared of him, so he doesn't push her too much as he gestures for her to approuch you. "It's okay, it's just practice! You get a piece of candy for trying!"
She doesn't budge from her spot, notably a distance away from the animatronic. Sun's smile doesn't faulter, but you know it probably sucks for him when this happens. "The meeting spot can be where the coloring books are, you don't have to come near me, okay?" His voice is soft, lowered, unlike him like he was borrowing the tone from somewhere else. "Would you like to try?"
She hesitates, looking back and forth between you and the jester, before approuching in small, timid steps. You try to appear as nonthreatening as possible . You don't even hide this time, just smiling as she approuches the desk. "Hello, there."
You see her tense up, and know it's already a failed attempt before her eyes get wet. A knock on the desk isn't even attempted, and the girl takes off, Moon plushie and alien antienna and all, towards the coloring books.
You have half a mind to go after to, comfort her somehow, but Sun is by your side quickly, calling out to the toddler instead. "That's alrighty, starlight! You tried and you were very brave, good job!" His praise feels esasperated, and the animatronic turns to you, head lowered to whisper so the other children. "That one's a touch sensitive. Best not to push it."
He's right, but you still feel a bit guilty. No time to feel it for long, because a gaggle of parents appear at the doorway and your attention is torn away to check out the remaining children to their appopriate gaurdians.
Sun amuses the remainder of the children with cartwheels and handstands that make his cape fly wildly until the children, one by one, are checked out and the Daycare is growing empty.
The hours are shorter because of the holiday, so the automated lighting system is supposed to go off earlier than usual. Parents and families are clearing out from the Pizzaplex, save for a few lingering souls, one of which still sits by the coloring area, scribbling on a page underneath one of the toddler tables in quiet contentment.
You frown, and pull out your phone. "The Daycare closes in five minutes."
"Her father must have forgotten the holiday hour change." Sun interjects, quickly gathering up all the little plastic candy wrappers the children threw onto the floor and tossing them into the garbage bin, muttering about keeping the place clean. "Good fello! Busy quite a lot, I think. He'll show up, no worries."
"The lights will go out." You say, and this time, there's no worry in your voice.
Sun salutes you, saying nothing. But he does tug at your wings as he passes by, and you try to step on his cape to make him trip and fail, causing him to snicker as you stumble.
As time would have it, the lights go out at the exact time Naptime is scheduled, but the Daycare is no longer taking check-ins for the holiday and is officially closed. Funny how the shortened hours would eradicate the Naptime schedule from the end of the work day, but there was no time for sleep on Halloween's Eve.
You don't flinch anymore when the lights go out, but you still look up from your phone and desk towards the girl that has yet to be picked up. She's not coloring anymore, instead curled up against a giant plushie and picking at the threads from her own plush.
Poor thing. You consider getting up and going to try and talk to her-
-but a blur in the corner of your vision comes around to your front, something silver colored and shiny pressing up against your neck. You freeze, instictivly, at the sycth's blade up against your skin.
A low, familier voice whispers next to your ear. "Slow down. You'll get sick."
Immediatly your face deadpans, and your hands drop the series of candy that you oh-so-weren't-totally-stealing from the candy bowl. "I'm an adult, Moon. I can have as much candy as I want."
Moon says nothing, but you can practically hear the grin as the plastic, wobbly blade drags across your neck harmlessly as the animatronic makes a 'scccchhhh' sound to mimick slitting your throat.
"Dying. Dying super hard. Blood gushing everywhere right now.." You jest, and the 'weapon' disappears, allowing you to spin on your heel and take the animatronic in fully. "....The Grim Reaper?"
Moon stands there in costume, the same as what Sun wore, but the hood was up over his hat, and a toy scycnh that's more suited for a child in his grip. That must be what was attatched to their hip you didn't see earlier.
He looks...unbothered, and his behavior was playful. But then again, you've known the Daycare Attendant long enough that it was easy to hide a face when your face's default setting is 'smile.' "Managment really didn't think the whole costume thing through, huh?"
His eyes are white, the one on the darker half of his face darkening to a red hue, only briefly. He holds the scyth up, pulling down one end and releasing it so it wobbled like rubber. "Try not to look too much into it."
"As long as you're having fun." You offer a smile in comfort, and Moon's response is 'stabbing' you through the gut with the fake sycnh, to which you snatch from him and bonk him with it as he snickers. "You dolt! There's a kid still here!"
"I know." Moon is unaffected by the plastic bonking, unmoving and plain faced as it hits him right between the eyes.
"Well?" You pull your 'weapon' back and glare at him.
Moon has no pupils at the moment, but you feel his gaze drift up and down your body before meeting your own again.
"Moon." You stress.
"Nice costume." He chuckles, fingers coming up to pinch at your wings. The straps press against your skin as he pulls them, humming like one was inspecting a caught butterfly. "Can't have you flying away though-"
You bonk him again. "Stop that."
"Hurtful" He's snickering. He's mocking you, damn him. "I let you get away with too much."
"Okay, now you're just being mean-"
He catches your next hit, your hand in his palm, curled fingers enclosing your own. A frown on your face, you open your mouth to question it before you pause. He's not looking at you, rather, peering off towards the other end of the Daycare, and you follow his vision.
Right as you look over, you spy pigtails dart back behind one of the cylinder towels. Moon drops your hand, and you keep your voice low when you talk to him so she can't hear. "You're supposed to be her favorite. I don't know why she hasn't come over to say hi to you, yet."
Moon hums. "Because the adults are flirting."
You whip your head back around to him, face hot. "We are not 'flirting'!"
Casually, he adjusts the wings back into proper position. "Sure."
"We're not!"
"Okay." He taps the corner of his faceplate, near his smile that's been teasing the entire time.
You pause, hand coming up to wipe your mouth. He leaves you there while you scrub at the space around your lips furiosuly until you're convinced he only tricked you into thinking you have chocolate around your mouth just so he'd get the last laugh, but he's approuching the girl before you can retort.
You huff at him, but settle back into your spot against the security desk, where the light switch remains nearby and you have a full view of the scenerio. You won't need to use it. You only remember it's there for your own memory.
Pulling out your phone, you check the time again and a few messages and emails wishing you a safe and happy halloween from a few stores that want to capatilize on the holiday. More than likley, the father of the child will arrive at his usual time to pick up the girl, which is typically an hour before closing, but due to the shortened hours of the holiday, would be another thirty minutes from now.
So you eat candy and pass the time. You don't mind it, helps you organize your notes. Occasioanlly you'll look up from the desk out of habit and see the animatronic sitting criss cross on the floor, hands in his lap with the little girl who's too afraid to interact with anyone else.
It's funny, you think, as you pop a smartie in your mouth, that the little girl afraid of everything else's favorite is a robot with a old reputation for blantant murder.
She's showing him a drawing you can't see from this distance, and Moon takes it in his hands and says something softley that you can't hear. You smile, and return to your phone and candy. He's come a long way.
It's a few minutes later as you close out of all of your tabs do you feel a presence around you. You look up, Moon standing a few feet away, cloak fully closed and hood pulled over so only the bottom half of his face is visible, with the glow of two white eyes staring at you from the dark.
The moment you notice him, he shuffles forward, except it's weird. Like penguin walking, in fashion that reminds you that underneath the 'grim reaper' costume, he's still a freaking clown.
You raise a brow. "Wha-"
He cuts you off. "Trick or Treat." You furrow your brows, squinting in confusion, and so he repeats himself again. "Trick. Or. Treat."
You're about to jest that robots don't eat candy so you'll have to take trick instead, but a small shape catches your sight. Hands, small and shaky, push out from the bottom of the cloak. The body attactched to them are still hidden by the fabric, but they are cupped and outstretched towards you.
You understand instantly. There's not a lot of candy left in the bowl since you've been eating them all, but there's three or four pieces left, which you scoop up and gently plop into the child's palms. "Bravery gets a reward, doesn't it?"
The child only makes a positive sniffle, but the hands pull back into the cloak and you immediatly hear the sound of a wrapper being torn open.
"Thank you." Moon grins.
Then, much to your amusement, you watch as the animatronic quite literally turns on his heel, and waddles all the way back to the designated 'safe zone'. It is, by all accounts, the funniest thing you've seen all night and takes a considerable amount of effort not to laugh at the retreating figure penguining away.
The father arrives a few minutes after that, and the girl is very easily presuaded from that point to come out from her hiding. Your suspisions were correct; the father simply didn't realize the Daycare's hours were working on a holiday schedule, and apologized greatly for the trouble. You're the one to reassure him that it's fine, you're going in the daycare all night anyways, and that his daughter caused no trouble.
Moon does not stand with you at the door. He still has....trouble with older adults sometimes. So he stands as a cloaked silohellte at the far top end of the jungle gym, cloaked in shadow save for his eyes, and his hand when he pulls it out to wave back as the girl waves at him once, and they're gone.
There. The Daycare is offically closed and empty. The Pizzaplex in full will be following suit soon, and you can relax.
The sound of bells jingle behind you as your lock the exit. "You're going to stay."
It's less of a question, more like a statement, but you give him a response as you turn anyways. "Yeah. I didn't have any Halloween plans, so I agreed to a full evening and night shift. I get bonus pay for it being a holiday."
"We could do scary things." He starts, mischief in his grin. He walks around you in a circle, oddly and dramatic in the fashion that a jester knows best, whipping the other side of your head as you turn to and fro. "I can show you scary things. Tell stories."
"I can show you scary things and stories." You refute. Pulling out your phone, Youtube and a few streaming services are pinned to your homescreen. "Never had a horror movie marathon, have you, Starboy?"
Moon pauses, and thinks for a long time.
You narrow your eyes at the silence. "If you joke that your life is a horror movie, I'll be disappointed."
"Not anymore." The animatronic spins his head, once, twice, as the wire comes down to attatch. It hooks onto his back, which is hilarious to see because you realize the cloak must have a small hole cut out the back for that to even work.
"Our room. Comfortable there." His hand extends towards you. "Feel like flying, fairy?"
Your nose wrinkles, taking his hand and scoffing at his amusement. "Okay, that's it, I'm taking the costume off as soon as we're up there."
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