#dca x you

[moonienovasartblog]

Here’s the designs I promised!

Hey hey! If this post gets enough traction I’d love to do one of those Ask Sun and Moon blogs. I even made a character to represent the audience. Two designs, actually. I’ll let you pick one if we get enough traction for this post.

[lunarmoves]

"where is the crayon box?"

you glance up from your book, eyebrow raising as you look at sun standing on the opposite side of the security desk. at first glance, he seems to be watching you in an almost reserved way. but you can see the way his fingers wring together. the smallest errant twitch at the corner of his smile.

your lips press together momentarily. then, you gesture over to the cubbies tucked in the farthest corner of the daycare. "i put it over there."

he doesn't turn to look at where you pointed. he just continues to stare at you with unreadable, white eyes. "yes, i know that. but where?"

you blink at him. it's almost minute, but you can hear this terseness to his voice—a string straining to hold together two collapsing pillars. "uh," you start, then peer over at the cubbies, "like... which specific cubby?"

"yes, friend. which specific cubby?" sun is patient, but only to an extent, and it shows in the way his expression bubbles like there is something just underneath its surface.

you squint over at the storage in question, your eyes roaming over the various nooks to locate the bright orange box. "third one in the first row."

abruptly—he leans over the desk, his palms bracing against the smooth surface. his eyes crinkle into crescents, but it is not a kind look. it makes something in the pit of your stomach clench together into a tight, tight ball. uncomfortable.

"friend, friend," sun says cheerfully even as he holds a metaphorical grip on your twisting insides, "you have been here for seventy-four days, twelve hours, and thirty-six minutes. surely, by now you know the crayon box goes in the second cubby, third row?"

you, in fact, did not know that. you frown up at him and his shadowed face. white pupils stare down at you atop a backdrop of grey. "how was i supposed to know that?" you ask incredulously. "the cubbies aren't even label—"

"i would have thought by now," he cuts across you, leaning as much as he can into your space, "that you would have picked up on the manner of organization i am privy to."

forget incredulous. this is downright absurd. you have to hold back a shiver involuntarily scuttling down your spine as you regard sun and his stock-stillness hovering over you. not a limb nor ray out of place.

"sun," you say eventually, "it's just a box of crayons. does it matter where they're—"

"yes! yes it does, friend," sun says somewhat shrilly, his rays rapidly spinning about his face for the shortest of seconds before he seems to reign himself in. literally. he backs away from the desk and makes a motion like he is taking a deep breath. his eyes close. but when they reopen, they are still dark like storm clouds on a horizon.

"in the daycare," he begins calmly like the gentle ebbing of a tide, "there is order. things must be kept a certain way or everything else will just fall into disarray afterwards. items have their specific places for their specific roles. if there is no order, there is no control. you understand, yes?"

you do, but... you continue to regard him with a frown, your brows creasing together.

there is the smallest of inklings, deep inside your gut, that this is not just about a simple box of crayons.

it makes you release a sigh, your expression softening as you stand up from your chair to look at him properly.

"sun," you say as gently as you can. "is everything... alright?"

it's his turn to look at you incredulously, rays erratically jerking back and forth along his head, before he seems to realize himself. he blinks at you, white smile stretching farther along his face plate.

"of course everything is alright," he replies quickly, hands wringing and wringing and wringing. "everything is just peachy! i am managing things quite well, thank you."

you are not convinced. you can hear the way his internal fans have kicked on. your expression twists with concern. "maybe you should take a break—"

"break?" he lets out a short laugh. "don't be absurd, i—" he catches himself, making a sound like he's clearing his throat. he continues to twitch and fidget. "robots do not need breaks. but what i do need"—his voice swiftly turns cool on the turn of a dime—"is for you to do your job properly. think you can handle that, friend?"

you stare at him. you take him in—really take him in. the rigidity to his shoulders. the firmness with which he clenches his hands into fists. the coiled stance of his body. like he is one step away from snapping out of place.

you exhale and settle on simply giving him a small nod. "right, i'll get to it, then." might as well help him reorganize things if he was being so insistent on it.

"good." the tension melts away from him, but not completely. he grins at you, tilting his head slightly as you round the desk to head over to the cubbies.

but before you can walk past him, his hand darts out to grip at your wrist. tight.

"do not make the same mistake again," he whispers down at you, smiling at you like he wasn't holding your wrist firmly enough to make your bones creak. you swallow thickly and his eyes upturn. "there will be repercussions to face, and i fear you will not like them."

[sootyships]

Part 1 | Part 9 | Part 10 (you're here) | Part 11 (TBA)

Mer!Moon & reader | 0.7k words

Mirrored on Ao3 >>HERE<<

That night, you already expect Moon when you hear a quiet splash from the shoreline.

You lift the corner of the blue gingham curtains and peer to the yard.

By the dock, Moon drags himself to the shore. Under your watchful eyes he crawls his way across the yard, keeping low to the ground with his elbows at straight angles.

He grabs a pinecone and though you see it coming, you still startle when it hits the window glass.

You huff and get to your feet. "Coming!"

You shuffle out to the porch, looking down upon the mer at the bottom of the stairs. "What do you want?"

"Talk", Moon says quietly and wiggles himself into a semi-comfortable position against the lowest two stairs.

You raise your brows slightly. "What about?"

Moon scrapes a claw on the stair he's resting against. "Sun thinks you're charming..."

You shift awkwardly on your feet. "I guess. So—you talked."

"Yes."

"Did you fi-uhh—Di-did you find some kind of consensus?"

"Sit?" Moon suggests, patting the stair at his eye level.

You hesitate, then plop down on the top stair like a chicken on a roost.

Moon's eyes track your every move. "Your legs have fingers", he says.

You give a bewildered snort and fold your legs criss-cross applesauce to stop him from focusing on your super weird human traits. "Come on, then", you say with a frown. "Don't keep me in suspense."

Moon snickers at your impatience. "Sun may play with you. This makes him happy." For a second his eyes soften, but it's there and gone again.

"You just—decided it was a-okay now?" you ask, incredulous.

"Giving a chance. But." His hand crawls upwards along the stair steps. He's still smiling. "If Sun plays with you, I do, too."

"I love how neither one of you is asking my opinion on this", you say dryly, looking at his creepy-crawly hand like a particularly nasty bug.

"Not a 'no'", Moon's lilting voice reminds you.

Maybe so, but: "Silence is not a sign of agreement."

Moon giggles but pulls back his hand. "What is your opinion...?" he indulges you.

You lean your elbow on your knee and your chin against the base of your palm. "I reserve the right to cut the game at my discretion", you say, trying for casual. At least you can use this apparent change of heart to elevate his opinion of you. He'd liked the apple juice, so... You go to stand up. "Would you like some apples? I can share."

Moon hesitates, then nicks his head surprisingly eagerly. "Yesss..."

You shuffle back indoors and grab the bunch of apples you'd picked from the ground in the garden, as well as a knife. With apples and a tool in tow, you return and plop back down at the top of the stairs.

You slice one of the apples in half, then slice off a smaller piece to taste. "Meh." You set the apple aside and try the next one while in your peripheral Moon tilts his head almost sideways. The second apple is perfect, delicious; fresh, crisp and juicy. You stab the blade into the apple half and offer the skewered piece to Moon across the steps.

No part of you should be surprised when Moon leans up and pulls the piece off the blade with his teeth. His eyes remain fixed on you as he chews on the apple piece, core and all.

"You're not supposed t—uh..." You shake your head. Never mind. You just cut the second half into smaller wedges and remove the core before offering the slices to Moon and contriving not to stare.

Moon giggles. His hand reaches for you, claws playing the air by your feet like piano keys. "Come here?"

You should not be tempted. You should not.

"Is this how you snagged Sun? Waving your claws at him?" you ask in lieu of complying. You wave your knife at him.

"You wave back", Moon says. His scarlet attention on you is like a physical thing.

"Har, har", you say and stop. You're so desperate it's disgusting. Moon is unrepentant.

You lower the knife and take a chomp off your mediocre apple. He wanted to talk. You can talk. "So—I found out that apparently humans can eat the roots of common reed. I just couldn't find any legit-seeming guides on how to prepare them, though—"

[moon-buggg]

Chance Meeting: Further Testing Required Chapter 3

finally finished! I had a lot of fun with this chapter, and I'm very excited to start writing proper hijinks now that introductions are out of the way

[thesketchystar]

Mechanisms of Destiny Chapter Three (3) Out Now!

Give It A Read!

Summary:

Waking up in a strange place with no memory of how you got there, you find yourself accompanied by friends you don't know and surrounded by animatronics reminiscent of a video game you're barely aware exists.

Nothing but a vague feeling of familiarity and your own intuition as your guide, you must learn to navigate the complexities of your newfound life. Uncover mysteries, evolve friendships with humans and animatronics alike, all whilst grappling with growing affections and high tensions.

Oh, and beware the dangers lurking within your new world.

(Isekai!AU DCAxReader)

[anxiouscr0w]

Hello again ladies, gentlemen, and creatures of the night!!

I really love Moon’s animation set because they’re so silly so I decided to draw my favourite <3 it was *supposed* to be a sketch, but I ended up getting carried away and coloured it anyway

Also I bolted up in bed at 1am when I got the idea for ESS Y/N’s backpack to be swapped out for a music man and I had to doodle it out. It should say Chapter 12 under the notes but oh well—

I have this post scheduled so *hopefully* I will have gotten chapter 12 out by then. If not, I’m sorry, but also I’ve probably forgotten I scheduled this 🧍

[sootyships]

Part 1 | Part 4 | Part 5 (you're here) | Part 6

Mer!Sun & Reader | 0.5k words

You spend the rest of the morning away from the shore. You return in the afternoon and promptly call for Sun. When he doesn't immediately appear, you sit on the step a metre from the dock and the shore and throw a pinecone into the water, calling for him again. You pick up another pinecone, but wait.

After a moment, you hear a splash, then another, and Sun comes into your line of sight on the right side of the dock.

Sun's expression brightens when he spots you. "There you are! What's happening?"

"I met your other friend", you grit out, and toss the second pinecone into the brush.

Sun's eyes widen and he covers his mouth with his hands. "You did?"

"Yes."

He swims closer, eager. "How did it go?"

"He was an asshole—Sun, he scared me."

Sun stops. "Wh-why?!"

You frown. "I don't know! Ask him!"

Sun's smile is frozen on his face. His nictating membranes flash over his eyes as he blinks. "Why would you be scared of him?"

Your jaw drops. "Sun! It's not innocuous when someone as big and—and—toothy, and claw-y as you comes at you with ill intent—It doesn't even need to be ill intent!" You gesture in frustration. "Even a human smaller than me could drown me if they put their mind into it, and we're on a lake." You pout at him, then turn to gaze across the lake. "You got to understand... Humans are very drownable."

He tilts his head, then his head fins flatten against his head.

"You're afraid of us."

"Bitch, I'm reasonably wary!" You exclaim, then draw a calming breath and plead for him to understand. "Y'guys are the deterrent for kids not to get themselves drowned! I'm not scared of you, Sun, but the other guy? I'm not going to let myself be menaced like that; this is my home, too!"

Sun stares at you, very still. "What will you do about it?"

"This! Telling you!" You fist your hands in frustration, this close to whining like a petulant child in the face of his incomprehension.

Your voice achoes back at you across the lake. Sun crawls up to the shoreline and reaches out a clawed hand, lowering it on your shoe.

He raises his face to you. "Forgive me."

You search his blank eyes. You reach down and grip his fingers. "Of course." You remain bent over your knees, holding his hand and his gaze, such as it is. "But, please talk to him. It's not okay—he grabbed me, Sun." You wince self-consciously and pull back, releasing his hand. "Well, I also kicked him. And he let go, but still."

Sun gasps, pressing a palm to his cheek, and gives a startled little snicker. "You kicked him?"

"He should be lucky I didn't ring his bell", you grumble, then grimace, averting your eyes. "Not that that's the kind of neighbour relationship I want to uphold. If he can't be nice he can leave me alone."

Sun looks down and huffs, then raises his face to you and reaches out again. "Don't worry, friend! I'll take care of him!" he promises.

You take his hand and give him a soft smile. "Thanks."

Want to know more? Feel free to send me questions!

[anxiouscr0w]

Would you say your s/m is more canon or fanon? Love the fic btw!!!!

Thank you!!

I’d say more fanon, but specifically toward y/n. Sun and Moon are very worried over losing them, thinking that wrong moves can send them away. They’re new to the whole ‘being friends with an adult’ thing.

Moon is quieter, but still pretty mischievous the way canon Moon is, but Sun tends to be rather friendly. He occasionally cracks, and sometimes will be a complete menace.

But I think chapter 10 is the best example, specifically of Sun. He’s had a shit day, and decides to be sassy and mean in a playful way, until P+S, when he’s snappy and irritated, snapping toward the technicians.

So it entirely depends on the situation, but I feel like the canon side of their personality is specifically reserved for adults they don’t like [as in, the sassy, snappy side]

[sootyships]

i wanna read an x reader fic where sun starts off treating the mc like he treats the player in help wanted 😂 anyone have recs?

[anxiouscr0w]

Why did sun let us off the hook about the security card?

He gave you a chance to come clean, even if it wasn’t in the best of places.

But even though you lied, he realized that you’ll probably find out eventually. You’re nosy, too curious for your own good. In chapter 2 you find Moon for the first time, virused and aggressive, and in the next chapter, Sun asks why you came back.

You persisted, after everything. He hopes you’ll understand, that you’ll realize they’re suffering under the Vanny virus.

But once you’ve seen exactly what Moon did, after months of convincing yourself he was removed from the public because of complaints, he’s not too sure.

In a way, it benefits them if you come back… but if you don’t, they know you’re safe

[lunarmoves]

there was a new security guard working in the daycare. 

you’d been wondering when the higher ups at fazbear entertainment would green light the hiring process for one, and apparently it was sooner than you’d thought. you weren’t a particularly important employee, so it made sense why you wouldn’t have been told, but it was still surprising nonetheless. you didn’t remember the last time the security desk in the daycare had been occupied by someone other than yourself when you were taking your lunch break. granted, you hadn’t been working at the pizzaplex for too long, but you’d seen the records, and the strange disappearance of the last guard was something you were never able to dredge up too much information about. 

you met him on one of your lunch breaks actually, while you were contemplating which fast food restaurant to use your free meal on. you think he started up a conversation because you were likely one of the only human staff members he’d seen since getting hired. not that you could blame him, of course. lord knows the last time you'd spoken to someone not made of metal and wires.

“so many options to pick from, eh?” a voice said from your left and you turned to see the new guard standing there with his hands tucked into his pockets. the cap that came with his uniform was nestled atop his head of curly hair and cast his face in shadow from the neon lights overhead. you could just barely make out the glint of his black eyes. “this place really doesn't disappoint.”

you snorted at his words. fazco was many things, but a disappointment wasn't one of them. "you're telling me. the prices on the other hand..." you made a face and he laughed before sticking out his hand.

"name's vincent," he introduced himself with a bright, charming smile. "'m the new daycare guard." the badge pinned to the left side of his chest was decorated with little stars and winked brightly at you in the lighting.

you grabbed his hand with your own for a firm handshake and introduced yourself as well. "i do repairs around the pizzaplex and the like. places the bots can't get to, occasionally minor repairs on the animatronics themselves." the ones that didn't warrant an entire trip down to parts 'n services, at least.

"nice, i bet you're never out of work, huh?" you shook your head with a lopsided smile. vincent opened his mouth as though to say something else, then seemed to pause and instead looked around the food atrium. "anyways, you got any recommendations? i got an hour for a lunch break and i'm starving."

vincent proved to be excellent company as he joined you for your lunch break. you didn't mind, honestly. it was refreshing to be able to talk to another human—someone whom you didn't have to strain your neck to look up to or whom you could connect to on a level you couldn't with robots and automatons. he was hilarious and charming, with a plethora of stories he regaled you with of his life before he was hired at the pizzaplex. and before you knew it, your time for your lunch break was up and you were saying your goodbyes to vincent as you both made your way back to your respective jobs. your heart felt lighter in a way it hadn't been in a long time.

the process repeated.

vincent joined you for your lunch breaks whenever he managed to catch you in the atrium. it wasn't too often, as your schedule was rather erratic, but he could take his lunch break whenever he wanted. so you eventually just swapped numbers so you could text and meet up instead of basing it off of chance. and your friendship skyrocketed from there with the endless memes you'd send to each other both on shift and off—the late night conversations you'd have about things that varied from miscellaneous to more serious (fazco's history being one of them). it felt inevitable, getting closer.

you had such a good time with him that you didn't even realize how long it'd been since you'd last stepped foot in the daycare.

that is—until you got called in for a repair on the daycare attendant.

the email had been sent straight to your phone. an emergency repair, by the sound of it. you hadn't ever had to do one on sun nor moon. usually it was monty or chica. concern tainted your conscience as you made your way over to the daycare and slipped through the giant castle doors.

immediately, you were spotted by vincent, who waved and jogged over from the far side of the security desk. "hey! that was fast."

"yeah, i was close by," you puffed out, your eyes searching around the daycare for sun. it was later in the evening—nearing closing, in fact—so there luckily weren't many kids around. only a handful, you noted as you spotted them sitting around the playmats, coloring or playing with little hand puppets together. your gaze trailed over to a corner by the security desk, where sun was perched atop one of the large foam blocks with his legs crossed. swaying slightly in place as he kept an eye on the kids in the distance. well, at least he looked fine from here. couldn't be all too bad, then, you thought in relief.

"what happened?" you asked vincent as you made your way towards sun, your hand gripping onto a toolbox you'd snagged earlier from parts 'n services.

"i don't know," he replied in earnest, a frown decorating his face. "i went for a bathroom break and when i got back he wa—"

before he could finish, however, you were spotted by sun, who shot straight up from the foam block and beamed with all the light of a thousand stars at your approaching figure.

"friend!!" he exclaimed and closed the short distance between the two of you to sweep you up in a bone-crushing hug. you let out a surprised laugh, holding onto him for dear life as his torso spun around and around and around in tandem with his rays. "you're here! oh we missed you so so so much!"

"hey bud, missed you too," you wheezed and patted him on the back. his robotic strength was unyielding and you did your best to endure. he nuzzled at the side of your face and eventually set you down. a hand was placed on your shoulder, fingers running adoringly over your uniform.

"dropped this," vincent's voice piped up from behind you and those fingers abruptly tightened. you glanced over your shoulder and turned to accept the toolbox from him as he held it out to you. his gaze flicked from you to sun, subtle. you hadn't even noticed you'd dropped it.

"thanks, man." you offered him a smile and grabbed onto the box's handle. "what were you sa—"

"mr. guard!" sun smoothly cut in, stepping in front of you to lean down over vincent. you couldn't see over the terse line of his back, so you poked your head around him to look at vincent and the dark shadow that'd been cast over his form. "please keep an eye on the children in the meantime. it looks like little jeremy's about to stick a crayon up his nose and we can't have that, nonono!"

vincent's frown deepened. he cast you a final look before he nodded shortly. you almost thought he was going to argue. "alright." and then he turned on his heel to make his way over to the kids. you watched him carefully—the rigid line of his shoulders—then jolted slightly when sun spun back around to face you with a bright grin.

you spoke up before he could. "what was that all about?"

"what was what all about?" he asked innocently, his hands clasped behind his back as he swayed side to side, further blocking your view of vincent. you gave him a look.

"you know exactly what i'm talking about," you said flatly and gestured at him to take a seat back on the foam block. he complied with a flourish, spinning on his feet to plop upon it. even sitting he wasn't much shorter than you.

he bobbed his head side to side as though he was contemplating. you set down your toolbox next to him and placed your hands on your waist, raising an eyebrow expectantly at him. he wavered, then let out an exaggerated sigh.

"it's just— the guards!" he tossed his head back dramatically, then leaned forward to stage whisper at you. "we never liked them, you know. and this one is..." he trailed off, eyes squinting as his smile thinned like the edge of a blade.

you rolled your eyes. you did, in fact, know of their distaste for the guards. it was why the daycare had gone so long without one. you couldn't really blame sun, you supposed. after all, they had been on their own for a long time and were more than capable. you weren't entirely sure what fazco was doing. maybe a parent complained.

"vincent's not too bad," you said and lowered your hands from your waist. sun tilted his head at you, gaze trained on your face. you clicked your tongue. "anyways, where's the injury? show me."

"riiiight here!" he brandished his hand at you—the one that you soon realized he'd been carefully keeping out of your sight all this time.

and for good reason, too. your jaw dropped at the way his hand hung off his wrist, held together by a few measly wires. "sun, what happened?!" you gasped as you jolted towards him and gingerly took hold of his hand. wires had snapped ruthlessly apart, splintered and shredded.

"oh, you know!" he waved his free hand, gaze still pinned onto you as you turned his hand this way and that, a crease forming between your brows. "just had a little oopsie, is all! doesn't hurt a bit!" and he spun his rays as though to show how unbothered he was.

you immediately let go of his hand and started fumbling for your toolbox to pull out supplies. you'd honestly prefer to have him get repaired down in parts 'n services for this, but knowing his adverseness to the place, there was no way you'd be able to.

"a little oopsie?" you asked incredulously. "this is a bit more than an oopsie, bud."

"ah, it's nothing our beloved repair tech can't fix!" he replied sweetly, gazing at you in a way that made something in your stomach flutter about. you grumbled and got to work, resolutely ignoring the heat creeping up your neck.

as you diligently worked on cutting and splicing the remaining wires together after turning off the electricity being routed to his hand, sun hummed happily to himself. "so!" he piped up after a moment of you concentrating heavily on his injury. "where have you been all this time, hm?"

you shrugged slightly, eyes firmly fixed to two wires you were splicing. the way they had torn was a bit... strange. like they'd been ripped or stretched apart until they tore. "been busy running around doing repairs, the usual."

"repairs, huh?" he mused, something to his voice that you couldn't quite decipher. "surely you are not working even during your lunch break? it is important to get your rest, friend!"

"i'm not, don't worry," you soothed, glancing up at him. "i've just been eating in the atrium lately. no biggie. sorry i haven't been by, i guess it... slipped my mind." you winced slightly at your words. truly, it had not occurred to you with how your breaks had been filled with hanging with vincent.

this close, you could see the offset white of his ringed pupils, roving over your body and drinking you in like he was a man starved. "i see. you would not happen to be spending it with ah, the guard over there, would you?"

you scrunched your nose at him. "why does it matter if i was?"

"no reason!" he grinned, but there was a tautness lining the edges of his smile that you did not quite like. his gaze flicked briefly over your shoulder, then back to you where his eyes upturned into crescents. "we're just happy to see you again! do make time for us too, yes?" his voice softened and lowered to a murmur. "the daycare isn't the same when you're not here with us."

now that just made you feel guilty. you swallowed it down as best as you could and gave him a small smile. "sorry," you repeated again gently. "i will."

it didn't take much longer to fix up his hand, and before you knew it, he was bouncing to his feet and flexing it every which way to show off its replenished dexterity. "good as new! thank you, my friend!" he scooped you up into another hug and you laughed, dizzy on his excitement.

"yeah, yeah. no more oopsies from now on, okay?" you chided him with a wagging finger once he'd placed you gently back upon the ground. he fixed your rumpled shirt for you, smoothing it down with large fingers. "i forbid it!"

"no promises!" he replied, booping you on the nose before clasping his hands together behind his back.

you packed up your tools and glanced down at your phone to check the time. almost closing. you should head out soon. you glanced over to vincent to see that most of the children had been checked out while you'd tended to sun. the last one was dozing on a playmat as vincent sat nearby, scrolling idly on his phone.

"alright, i need to go," you told sun as you started walking over to the looming castle doors. he followed you like a particularly lithe shadow. "got an early morning tomorrow."

"get some rest, friend!" he said, but you weren't paying attention to him anymore. vincent had caught your eye and quietly got up from his seat to jog over and meet you by the doors.

"all good?" he asked you once he'd come to a stop by your side, his hands buried in his pockets. you nodded and his gaze flicked to sun over your shoulder. he pointed over to the last kid snoring away. "you wanna look after the tyke now? my shift's over."

sun's eyes creased together as he smiled stiffly. one of his rays twitched. "of course! i will see you... tomorrow."

"yep. bye." succinct and terse, vincent gave sun a two-fingered salute then jerked his head at you before he pushed open the doors and left. you eyed vincent's retreating back first, then sun.

this was so weird. you exhaled through your nose and held onto your toolbox tightly. "...bye sun. see you tomorrow, promise."

"i will hold you to that!" was his merry response, and he waved at you with a grin as you left the daycare. white pupils followed you out, the door closing slowly behind you as something unsaid lingered in the air. you gave the doors a final look, then turned towards vincent, who was waiting for you a few feet away.

you considered bringing up all of... that—and boy was the last hour a lot to unpack—but a quick glance at the bags under vincent's eyes had you dropping it. later, you'll ask later.

you walked over to him. "hey, thanks for calling the repair in," you said as you both made your way up the stairs. "sun hates parts 'n services, it would've been a nightmare calling a mechanic to bring him down."

vincent gave you an odd look, one of his eyebrows raising. "what are you talking about?" he asked slowly, confused. "i didn't call it in. i told you i had been in the bathroom?"

he had said that, hadn't he. "oh." you thought he'd called it once he got back, but you guessed you were wrong. "and you really didn't see what'd happened?"

"nope." he took off his cap and ran his hand through his hair before setting it back on his head. "i don't have a single clue."

you hummed, glancing over your shoulder at the daycare as you both walked past the party rooms on the upper level. through the glass and netting, you could see sun, standing by one of the playpens. watching you and vincent with white eyes that gleamed even through the fluorescent lighting.

you suppressed a shiver and turned away, a burning gaze following you until you disappeared beyond a point where it no longer could.

connected to this drabble!

[anxiouscr0w]

Sun and Moon cooped up in their room once the Daycare closes watching old romance movies cause they’re hopelessly trying to figure out how to flirt with a certain staff member they like