#Midnight Moon {Daycare Attendant}

[shadysubject06]

Midnight Snack part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

I'm not sure that the former theater robots turned daycare attendants would be as privy to the extent of how invasive the program editing would be to keep the Pizzaplex's main attractions ... uh, let's say "up to snuff." After all, when you have to deal with the children AND adults all day there are certain subjects that should be avoided.

So sorry that this took so long, but part 3 is finally here!!! Scripting for part 4 is under way and uhhhhh... fighting with myself on whether a part 5 would be too much. It looks like this comic won't be done before the end of the year, but I don't mind. I just hope you'll follow me and this story into the next year, and maybe stick around for all the ones i make afterwards! Happy Holidays everyone!!!

[peonybrine]

He's watching you sleep :)

[nebuladreamz]

Future Starlit Skies scene, something something you get to have a moment with Moon

Bonus:

[skitterplant]

HAPPY NEW YEAR, HAPPY HOLIDAYS, EVERYONE!!!🎉🎉🎉

Best of luck to you and your loved ones!

I hope your days will be filled with joy and laughter for a long, long time!

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 14: Knock

There's this youtube animated horror short out there, I think it's called Francis? Anyway, I watched that when I was younger and didn't sleep for months. This was inspired by my memories of that.

Word count: 867

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"Knock-knock!"

"Who's there?"

A pause, he's thinking, "Canoe."

"Canoe who?" You ask, giggling.

"Canoe come over and play?" Sun then bursts out laughing, and you can't help but do the same.

You settle down, snuggling further into his arms, "That was a good one, I'll admit."

"As you should, I only make the best of the best knock-knock jokes!" He crosses his arms, head held high. 

"Yeah, yeah, alright."

Sun leans over to look down at you, "That sounds like an admission of defeat, Starlight~"

"Fat chance," You scoff, "Just give me a second to think."

His rays tick to the side like a clock, you know he's doing it to tease you. 

For a split second though, the ticking sounds off to your ears. You feel dizzy, your head hurts. What's going on-

"Is everything okay, Sunbeam?"

You shake your head, Sun's still staring down at you. You blink, his face changes for a moment. Red eyes, black and white color scheme, a hat-

You blink. It's just Sun.

You bite your lip for a moment, then smile, "Yeah, think I might be just a bit tired is all."

"Oh! Then maybe you should take a nap," He says, tone shifting at the end there. Almost glitching. Your vision flashes again. 

"I, you? Suggest a nap of all things?" You laugh, nervous, "How out of character for you, Sun."

He just stares at you. You look away after a moment. 

Suddenly, his hand reaches under your chin, forcing you to focus back on him. 

He tilts his head, "Tell your joke, Star."

"Knock-knock."

"Who's there?" His grin almost feels threatening from this angle.

You swallow, "Boo."

The room takes on a quivering now. Everything around you rumbling and glitching. It gets hard to see. You have to close your eyes.

"Boo who?"

Your hand clutches onto the Attendant's pant leg, "Sun I'm scared."

You initially just get a raspy chuckle as a response.

"I don't believe that's part of the joke now, is it?" You hear several clicks, and can feel him lean down closer, "Because if so, it's not a very funny one."

You whimper. Your body feels wrong, everything feels wrong. You don't want to open your eyes. 

The bot tuts, "Oh, come on now, friend. It's just a simple joke. Surely you can handle that."

You stay quiet, then he sighs. 

"Open your eyes, love."

You shake your head.

"Open." A sharp click, "Your eyes."

You relent.

It's just Sun. 

He runs a hand over your hair, soothing, "See? Everything's juuust fine. Now, will you tell me your joke?"

"I, o-okay."

He waits, hand stopping its motion.

You take a deep breath, and try again, "Knock-knock."

"Who's there?"

You hesitate. Everything seems normal. Maybe you were just going crazy.

"Boo." Again, nothing's off. It's just Sun.

His voice is soft, sweet, "Boo who?"

"Don't cry, it's just a joke!" You try to add extra enthusiasm to hide your nervousness.

Sun's rays rotate slowly. Then, he laughs. He laughs hard. As he continues to outright cackle you shrink further and further in on yourself, but being stuck in his lap you have nowhere else to go. 

He pretends to wipe a tear from his eye, "Oh, how clever. You really got me!"

"Y-yeah?" You ask, smile awkward. 

He sighs, "Yes, but Starlight," His tone has a cheeky glee to it.

"Hm?"

"Aren't you the one who shouldn't be crying?" Out of the corner of your eye you see him raise his hand, "Afterall~"

It rushes down towards you, and you gasp.

"It's just a joke!"

You wake up with a start, breathing heavy. 

Your hand goes to your chest. There's no gaping hole. It's fine. You're fine.

It takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the level of darkness you're in. You're in a closet or something. You sit up, finding that you've been laying hap-hazardly on a pile of, stuffed animals?

Looking around further, you see that there's crayon drawings hanging on the walls, assorted toys, string lights which aren't currently in use. 

You realize that you're in the Daycare Attendant's room.

Knock-knock.

You freeze, ears straining to find where the noise came from. Or if you just imagined it-

Knock-knock. 

It's a bit louder this time, but only slightly. It sounds closer, too. Your eyes scan the space and see nothing. How did you even get in here?

Knock-knock.

Your head is pounding, and your memory is fuzzy. Nothing makes much sense. You do your best to sit up, and while there's no visible wound your entire body aches. You want to say it's from your sleeping position, but something in your gut tells you it’s not.

Knock-knock. 

You must be losing your mind. There's no logical place as to where that noise could be coming from. From what your eyes can make out, there's nothing in here besides you. You're almost certain of it.

Knock-knock.

It's then that you think to look over to the entrance to the room. And you find your answer.

There's a hand on the edge of the door. Behind it is a grinning visage with red eyes. 

Knock-knock.

Who's there?

I think you already know.

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Damn y'all got TWO unhinged robots today didn't you? What a nice little treat. Other promptobers are here, thanks for reading!

[r0tting-rat]

Happy Christmas!

Pairing: Sun x Moon x Gender Neutral Reader Warning: None Words: 1900+ Au: Midnight Overture: Cotard's Delirium (by me) Summary: It's Christmas Eve, and you do the mistake of sleeping-in while in the same house as two very strict robots. As a result to your laziness, you are forced to help out one of your bitchy employers in the kitchen. (Sun-centric, Sun's name is Sonne)

The walls of the manor were quiet, despite it being Christmas Eve. No child was running through the halls, no shadow or whisper could be heard behind closed doors or seen peeking behind corners—the rooms were all empty of their usual inhabitants, for Moon had taken all the kids outside to play in the snow. You had woken up late that morning, groaning in pain as your back and arm muscles complained and screamed at you to relax, with no automaton to knock on your door or scream at you to get dressed and come down for breakfast. In fact, after sending a glance to the clock hanging on the wall next to the door, you realized that you had skipped the meal altogether. Did Sonne really let you sleep that long? Seeing the clock’s hands pointing at 10:35, you immediately jumped up to your feet, cursing under your breath as you hurried to get dressed before any of the two automata caught you slacking off, throwing on a random sweater you had found at the foot of your bed and attempting to slip inside a pair of jeans you had left laying on the floor next to the drawer. Sonne was going to kill you for being late—seriously this time. He didn’t like when people left him waiting.

“Sonne?” you began to call after finally leaving your room, searching your brain for a plausible excuse as to why you were still sleeping past 10 am while running down the hall. You almost jumped down the stairs leading to the second floor, turning right and expecting to find the automaton sitting in the living room, in front of the fire, like he liked to do on cold winter mornings like that one. “Sonne, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t…!”

The automaton wasn’t there where you were used to find him; the fire was lit, the couches and comfy armchairs were surrounding it just like you had left them the night before, but no sun-themed robot was sitting on the one closest to the burning brazier with a soft blanket covering his shoulders and arms, complaining about the cold freezing his wires and locking his limbs in places. You looked, confused, outside the windows, expecting to see the large backyard covered in snow staring back at you, finding instead the three kids playing in the white coat of winter with their lunar guardian. Basil, the youngest, was trying to sneak up on Moon, as his older sisters Blanche and Annabel threw snowballs at the laughing automaton. Where else could Sonne be? Your second guess turned out to be the right one; the kitchen, rummaging through cupboards and drawers, dancing around the burning stoves and grilling pans like only someone who had cooked in the same house for 30 years could do.

Standing in a corner of the dining room, which opened on the left from the stairs, you hid from the automaton, squishing your body behind the white arch that separated the kitchen from the dining room. You listened to him working and let your body be surrounded by the enticing smells of his cooking, afraid to let your presence be known in case the robot was mad at you for being late. You were supposed to sweep the snow off the front yard that morning, but incredibly, you had messed up and slept in.

Peeking around the corner, into the bright kitchen, you let your curiosity conquer your mind and attemted to get a glimpse of what Sonne was cooking, daring to take a step forward when your eyes couldn’t see what was hiding inside those saucepans and bowls. 

The automaton was dressed in fine brown trousers and a cream-colored sweater, layered over a white button up which peeked up from under the collar, paired with his usual black dress shoes. A red apron hugged his front, closing tightly in a perfect knot around his extremely thin waist, but you could bet your head on the fact that no drop or stain would have been found on the red fabric, were you to go and check right in that moment. Your eyes wandered down, to the place where you often found them lingering, enchanted; to the ever-working robot’s hands, which moved with such grace and precision over the kitchen’s counter that you could barely understand what he was doing. Slim and long, the metallic brass-colored fingers looked delicate and kind under the bright lights of the room, but you had seen them lifting furniture and wood logs heavier than you in the past to know better and not be fooled by how gentle they might have looked at first sight. Sonne, in general, looked overall like a pretty delicate automaton, but that had never eased your fears and worries enough to allow you to relax in their presence.

“Would you come in and help me?” he asked, startling you and almost making you lose your balance as you leaned against the arch. You hadn’t expected him to see you so soon, turned around as he was, too! Did the robot have eyes behind his head? Sonne glanced over his shoulder, his pale blue optics fixing on you with all the intensity they always held, and you shivered on the spot. 

“So? You’re just going to stand there and do nothing as I cook supper for tonight?” Sonne asked you again, and just then you realized that he wasn’t mad at you for sleeping in, despite the usual cold expression on his face. “Cut some parsley for me, will you? Enough to fill that bowl over there.”

He pointed at an orange bowl sitting on the counter next to him, then he resumed stirring something with a wooden spoon inside the huge pot in front of him. Steam rose up from it, slightly fogging the small, circular glasses sitting on the slight edge of his nose. You were pretty sure that the glasses had been glued to his faceplate, because there was no way they could stay still on his flat features.

Slowly, you began to walk towards him, hesitant to stand too close to his tall frame and get in the way of his work. After a few seconds, you managed to summon the words you needed to express your confusion.

“Aren’t you mad that I didn’t sweep the snow off the porch and yard this morning?” you wondered, and the robot rolled his eyes in his dramatic manner. “I slept in, and…”

“No, I’m not,” replied Sonne, “Wash the parsley before cutting it, and remember to make sure it’s finely minced, or Basil will refuse to eat and start to pick at it.”

You hadn’t forgotten about the little picky eater, but that didn’t answer your question.

“So… It’s not a problem if I woke up, like, fifteen minutes ago?” you continued, and once more the automaton sighed, annoyed. 

“Do you seriously think I’d force you to wake up and work on Christmas Eve?” Sonne asked, turning around to send you an offended glare, “Yesterday you went to sleep late after helping mein Mondlicht in the library, so it’s only fair we’d allow you to sleep in this morning. I’m not a monster, liebling.”

After that last sentence, you felt a little bad for assuming the worst about your employer, but at the same time he had proved to be quite cruel in the past, so you weren’t entirely in the wrong. Shrugging, you went to stand next to him, grabbing a handful of parsley and moving it to the sink to wash.

“Mondlicht took care of the yard and porch a few hours ago,” Sonne explained, resuming his previous task and turning around, giving you his back once more, “Which means that you can stop moping around and help me out in the kitchen to prepare for tonight.”

“What are we making?” you asked him, taking out a knife from one of the drawers. At your question, the automaton hummed gently, like your curiosity had pleased him greatly.

“Since last year we followed the German tradition, this Christmas we’re going with the Italian one. You wouldn’t know, since this is your first Christmas with us, but it's common in this household to take turns on who gets to cook for the other,” replied the automaton, leaving your side to go and open the fridge to take out some butter. “I’m cooking for mein Mondlicht a dish from his hometown: creamed codfish with polenta.”

As you began to cut the freshly washed parsley, you stole a glance in Sonne’s direction, not missing the little smile on his face and the shine in his eyes; a shine you had seen on very few occasions, and never directed towards you. He looked happy just at the thought of cooking for his family. 

“What if I said that I’d rather not eat fish?” you grinned, bringing your eyes back on the knife, “Would Moon hit me on the head for not following his tradition?”

You didn’t hear Sonne moving closer to you, in fact, you didn’t even see his shadow looming over you before his hands were grabbing yours, stopping your movements, and his chest was pressed against your back.

“Of course not,” he replied, taking hold of both your hands and carefully beginning to maneuver them on the cutting board, correcting your stance and showing you the proper way to mince herbs. All the while, you were staring down at his fingers entwined with yours with wide eyes, unblinking, unable to even breathe as the robot’s voice rumbled against the back of your skull. “Me and Moonie love to teach the little ones about all the interesting traditions of our different cultures, but that’s not where we stop. They’re such smart little humans, they’re always eager for more, so more is what we give them. We cook dishes from France, Belgium, Turkey, Spain; what’s wrong with adding another? I’m sure we’d easily find something you’d enjoy as well, liebling.”

Your heart was beating so hard in your chest that you could barely be able to hear the robot’s words over it. You weren’t sure, at first, if your sudden panic was caused by fear or embarrassment, but you found out quickly which one of the two it was when Sonne chuckled and your face turned a deep shade of pink. With amusement, the brass automaton took a step back, releasing your hands from his hold, and watched as you blinked a few times to regain your composure. 

“I’m sure you can go on from here without my help,” he said, smiling, even though you were visibly more lost than before, “Given that you have carefully watched and learned from my demonstration.”

Still blushing, you looked up at him over your shoulder, involuntarily letting him know with your large, panicked eyes that you hadn’t followed his advice at all. With a theatrical sigh, Sonne pushed you aside and took place on the cutting board next to you, rolling up the sleeves of his sweater and then taking out a second knife from the drawer on his right.

“Alright, I’ll show you once more,” he declared, tilting his head back to stare down at you like he often did, “Don’t get distracted this time though. Understood?”

Silently, you nodded, and that seemed to be enough for Sonne.

“Good,” he hummed, “Hope you’re actually the fast learner you claim to be in your resume.”

Happy Christmas to those of you who celebrate <3

Mein Mondlicht= my moonlight

Liebling= darling/dear

[midnightfrappe]

please,,, let me go near him

[the-starry-lycan]

An older notebook sketch of Lycanroc Midnight and Midday, from back when I was into FNAF: SB.

Midday is Sunny (much to her dismay) and Midnight is Moony, which he very much takes in stride!

[crow-with-a-pencil]

Stellar vibes

[ghosteii]

small sketch i might finish in the morninghhh

[scarlett-ink]

Animatronic Crossing:

🎆A New Day🥂

It's New Years Eve! The last holiday celebration of the year. You and Moon talk resolutions for the year to come and what may lie ahead for you all.

[bubbiethesaur]

Chapter 13: Things Ruined, Things Fixed

Woe, chapter 13 be upon ye!

A brief, silly summary: Home Depot is no place to have a crisis

[reactivatedrockstar]

Closed starter for @dcynight

Bonnie hates nights like this. Being 'locked' in his small little green room for the night, the others locked in their rooms in Rockstar Row. Before all this, he didn't mind, he had the space to move around, he could play his bass, he could still see and communicate with his friends.

However, now he was unable to connect to the communications network, and that green room in Bonnie Bowl was just... so small. It was hard not to get stir crazy, and he was honestly pretty thankful the door couldn't lock, because it meant he could step out and go onto his stage in his attraction. He could play his acoustic guitar like nothing was wrong.

Honestly, for a while, nothing was. He strummed, quietly, mostly to himself, playing a beloved David Bowie song, As the World Falls Down, almost as if he were performing once again. The eyes of the audience on him, kids playing and bowling and eating their pizza or ice cream, and just having a good time, as parents, desperate to scratch a nostalgic itch listen to a song from a childhood movie. Listening to him.

Thunder rumbles somewhere outside the facility, it's loud enough to shake the floors, and it causes Bonnie's functional ear to leap up with a twitch before flattening itself against the back of his head in an attempt to muffle the sound. The sound also caused the guitarist to mess up, as he flinched at the noise. Immediately, the rabbit begins to panic out of instinct, because he hated being anything less than perfect when it came to performances, but when he glanced up to see if they noticed...

...there was only a curtain. Right. He was all...alone... again.

[midnight-mourning]

@divinit3a more of the silly holiday boy for you <3 made on magma late last night (pls dont ask me how late, i was strugglingggg) he's not my favorite but i think it captures the vibes i was going for in the chapter :)

alt without text and close up below the cut

[r0tting-rat]

The fanfiction officially has a name now! And a house in the sims as well, although that's still a work in progress… Anyway! I don't promise anything yet, but let me share the concept with you, okay? (This is just a wip, I did not put any effort into this so I'm sorry) (Also, I abandoned Stoker and gave my soul to Poe, as you can probably see by… well, everything.)

Midnight Overture: Cotard's Delirium

It's 1988, and in the little city of Pacewood, near Towerdom Lake, down a little road half hidden by the trees, is Oleander Manor: a beautiful house of bricks and ebony who stands tall, proud, and old against the gray sky of January.

The people say the manor is haunted, but who could blame them? It's old, the portraits hanging from the walls depict men and women in beautiful gowns from the 19th century that not even a direct descendant could name, of course the place is haunted — although the current owners of the house claim otherwise.

Living in Oleander Manor are three children, orphans, with their two legal guardians: a pair of automata bought by the long-passed owner of the house and adoptive father of the three, Augustus Barnard. The older of the the kids, Annabel, will inherit the house and everything inside — automata included — as soon as she turns 18, which won't happen until 6 more years.

If questioned, the two automata will claim to have never seen any ghost or presence inside their house. The kids, however, never miss an opportunity to tell you everything they know about the corpse in the basement, about the woman with their mother's voice in the attic, about how, sometimes, the walls whisper and bleed. 

“Mr Sonne doesn't like it when we talk about them, he says we're past the age of imaginary friends.”

You're just looking for some easy money and a place to stay, you're not planning to plant your roots in Pacewood — or anywhere at all, for that matter. You'll take any job, do whatever needs to be done, work for whoever offers a good enough pay, even if they're... well, not human, to your big dismay. 

What an unfortunate situation! Three children with an incredibly morbid imagination, a pair of automata unable to keep their hands to themselves who seem to have grown a tad too close to the new hire, and a wanderer with automatonophobia. It could be worse though.

Friendly reminder that this story will contain:

For sure: gore, blood, suggestive themes, torture, mental illness, child and animal death, vivid descriptions of violence and injury, "yandere" behavior from our dear boys.

Most likely (still considering): explicit and consensual nsfw content between adults. Sorry, but I like to be… precise when it comes to this stuff.

Therefore, this story will probably be 18+ (if I do decide to include the nsfw content, otherwise it will be tagged as Mature and be 16+), so yeah, beware.

[sir-qwillian-ferne]

random fact:

Yang does the lil hand flaps when there excited or happy

*SKIDDADLES AWAY*

HAHAHA AN EXCUSE TO DO RAMBLE THINGS?

Ones who clap when happy: Eclipse, Sun, sometimes Lune, Jingle J. Jester, Pumpkin, Strudel

Ones who get bouncy (i.e. bouncing on heels, swishing from side to side, just moving a lot): Dawn, Sun, Moon, Pumpkin, Strudel

Ones who express it vocally (making noises: giggling squeaking or what have you): Midnight, Dusk, Sun, Moon, Pumpkin, Strudel

THE LITTLE SMILE. YOU KNOW THE ONE. FROM THE CALM OR GRUMPY CHARACTER. REALLY SLIGHT: Dawn, Kuiper, Kabocha, Lune

Ones who get fidgety: Strudel, Sun, Pumpkin, Lune, Eclipse

Becomes spaghetti: Noon