#fnaf fanfics

[gwenbrightly]

(Re)Building the Future Chapter 1

A mixture of ideas I’ve had rolling around in my brain since Ruin came out. Please enjoy.

 "I'm so sorry…"

"I love carrot cake. Happy birthday, Cassie…"

There's a click accompanied by sobbing, and then……. Nothing… 

…….. 

………. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

"Reboot complete."

Roxy regains awareness with a groan. What happened?

She tries to sit up, but something heavy is pressing down on her. Great. Just great. It feels like one of those vehicles humans use to get around the Pizza Plex. Inferior to her golf carts, of course, but also dreadfully inconvenient to be trapped under. And Roxy would know. This isn't the first time one has fallen on her since she lost her eyes to that stupid boy, Gregory. That horrible awful loser. How she'd like to get her claws on him… 

"Roxyyy" 

Roxy tries to ignore the obnoxious voice in her head. Plotting revenge is much more appealing right now than dealing with Helpy. Unfortunately, Helpy doesn't seem to feel the same way. 

"ROXANNE WOLF!" He blasts. If she were human, the volume would probably be painful. 

"What? I'm a little busy here." Roxy finally replies, giving the vehicle another shove to prove her point. 

"You're needed down below. That silly girl showed up out of nowhere and I… May have shown her how to deactivate all of M.X.E.S's security nodes. There's nothing keeping It from getting out now!" 

"Oh, Fizzy Faz. Why would you give a child that kind of power?" Roxy really wishes cursing wasn't against her programming. 

Helpy is right (for once). This is very bad. 

"I’ve been feeling a little glitchy today, okay? Anyway," Helpy says, clearly avoiding responsibility for his mistakes, "we've got a HUGE problem, so get down there and do something."

"What exactly do you want me to do? Beat it in a race?" Roxy asks, finally managing to dislodge her good leg. 

"Beating It is an option. Just not in a race. Don't worry - I'll be here to guide you, since, you know, you can't see! I'll be like your seeing eye bear!" Helpy says enthusiastically. 

Roxy sighs. Normally, she hates spending time with Helpy. He's an annoying little digital know it all who doesn't know how to shut up. (and he did just insult her). But without her eyes, she doesn't really have a choice. Her Number 1 Twice is somewhere down below and has no idea what she's unleashed. She has to save Cassie. And taking It down is also important, she supposes. 

Roxy is built for speed and agility. The next few minutes pass in a blur. Down the stairs - she loses track of how many flights. The elevator has already left. She takes another route. One covered with debris she must navigate. (If Helpy is leading her to her death, she'll kill him first). There are places she has to tunnel through planks and concrete rubble to make her way. But she does it. It's damp. She can hear water nearby and the ground makes a squishy noise when she steps in certain places. "Oh hey! There's an underground waterfall over there!" Helpy informs her at one point. 

"Focus, Helpy. We're not here to sight see." Roxy reminds him. 

"Riiiiight. Well, we're getting close. I think. Just through this door and down a few more flights of stairs!"

As she treks down stairs and through the halls of a structure she didn't even know existed until just now, Helpy continues to give her, well, 'helpful' suggestions. 

"There's an automatic door exactly 2.345 feet to your right."

"No! Not that door!" 

"Be sure to watch out for the burners on the floor in here!"

This particular piece of advice confuses Roxy to no end. "Why the Faz are there burners on the floor? Do you know how many safety regulations that violates?!" 

"Don't ask me. I just work here. Digitally, of course."

After the weird burner rooms, and another round of stairs, Roxy suddenly runs out of floor. Without thinking, without waiting for Helpy to confirm that it is safe, she jumps. Luckily, the space beneath her is not very deep. Rolling into a stand with both legs more or less intact, she scrambles around until she finds a small hole in the wall. As she crawls through, she hears a small voice in the distance say, "You're not Gregory."

Cassie is close. She can feel it. 

-~-~-~

The thing Fazbear Entertainment keeps trapped beneath the Pizza Plex doesn’t go down without a fight. Neither does Roxy. Unfortunately, she isn't able to hold it off for long before it's able to shove her aside and continue after Cassie. To make matters worse, Helpy is giving her conflicting directions, leading her in circles. It is probably interfering somehow. She's on her own if she wants to get anywhere with this. She stalks forward, listening carefully. A faint creaking, scaping sound catches her attention. Then a whimper. 

Roxy dashes to her right. Right again. Forward. In the distance, the elevator doors slide shut with a grinding crunch. It struggles for a moment, seemingly caught in the door. This gives Roxy just enough time to pull the creature into a choke hold. 

"Leave her alone!" she growls at It. 

"But she came to rescue me!" It protests in a voice that sounds a little too much like Gregory. 

Whatever actually prompted Cassie to come down here, Roxy is pretty sure the kid didn't come to save It on purpose. Cassie is smarter than that. 

"You tried to kill her!" Roxy shrieks in anger. It struggles against her. She refuses to let go. With a little luck, the elevator will finish its journey soon and Cassie will be safely back at the surface in no time. 

Luck, however, is a fickle thing. Rarely do things turn out as luckily as we would prefer. Roxy knows this. She's never relied on luck to win races or make crying children smile. Deep down, she knows she can't always win (though she still tries to, often at the detriment of others). But that doesn't make it any less horrifying when the elevator begins to plummet instead of going up. When she hears Cassie's panicked screams. Or the shattering crash of the elevator splitting apart at the bottom of the shaft. 

"No…" Roxy nearly lets go of It in her panic.  

"Now she can stay forever," It says gleefully, once again mimicking Gregory's voice. 

"One more word and I'll tear your head off," Roxy threatens. She drags It away from the elevator. 

"Lock It up!" Helpy screeches. "Lock It up!" 

"Where?" Roxy asks reluctantly. She doesn't want to leave the elevator's ruins. Cassie is in there somewhere. 

"M.X.E.S wants you to put It in one of the extra containment rooms to your left," Helpy starts, "No one is safe until you've done that."

As much as she hates to admit it, the annoying little bear is right. If Cassie is still alive, leaving It to roam free will put her in danger. 

"Okay. Let's do this," she finally agrees. Hoping Helpy's instructions ring true this time, Roxy lets him guide her to It's new containment cell. Her threats seem to have worked; the creature doesn't fight her as hard as she knows it could. She shoves the thing into the room and grabs the sliding door, ready to shut It away forever, but she thinks better of it. 

"I'll be taking these," Roxy says. Then she reaches for It's face and yanks on the eye receptacles. They give way with a pop. She haphazardly connects the wires to her own eye sockets, blinking as the world flickers into focus for the first time in a long time. 

"My eyes!" It complains. "You took them!"

[draconic-ichor]

The Cat, The Sun, and The Moon

Fnaf fanfic

Sun/moon x female oc

Part 8

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, vaginal fingering, use of toys, vaginal sex with a toy

Summary: Tabby and Sun spend some quality time together and finally have a real date day while exploring their new relationship…while Moon feels like a third wheel.

Feedback appreciated, 18+.

The last week had been quite eventful…

Sun, ever the robot to please, took every opportunity to fulfill duties he saw as ‘househusbandly’. Despite not putting actual labels to each other, Tabby and Sun very quickly started giving ‘I love yous’ to one another. True sentiment warmed the words, neither ever finding such companionship and acceptance prior.

Tabby had cared for them for a good long while, finally starting to accept how deeply that feeling truly ran. They were animatronics, but had given her more in the short time she’d known them than any man with a heart of flesh. It was an odd feeling, to be safe in another’s arms, but they were weird and that was perfectly alright.

Not to mention Tabby’s fingers had quite literally been within his chest, a special type of intimacy only he, Moon, and her shared.

Vulnerability was a gift, one that both Tabby and Sun chose to give after keeping it so hidden after years of mistreatment at the hands of others.

It was a layer of closeness that Moon coveted, yet his fears held that want deeply.

More good news came in the announcement that Fazbear Entertainment was cutting losses and fully pulling out of that area of the country. Too many financial losses over the last year.

Tabby nightly creeped all their socials and Internet forums since the fire to keep tabs on the company the best she could. It was a relief to have their presence no longer casting a foreboding shadow over them.

Tabby was more comfortable going on walks with Sun, getting him some true fresh air and new sights. The attitude of the world shifting, the younger generations hardly batting an eye to robots in the city. Tabby still made them keep their hood up, even going as far to make him wear a face mask or carry an umbrella some days.

Moon was another story…still being quite withdrawn and moody. He’d started climbing the fire escape at night, spending hours just looking at the sky…

~

The bedroom filled with the rhythmic sounds of passion, praises mixed with the slap of skin against metal.

Sun’s hand was over his pelvis, fingers curled upwards to mimic the placement of a cock. Tabby straddled him, bouncing on those fingers, being urged on by his free hand on her hip. Sun was nothing but words of praise and encouragement, rays spinning as she lost herself further.

Tabby had her hands flat against the metal of his chest, legs trembling as his fingers stretched her open.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice was wistful, optics hearts as he watched her.

The sound she made mixed in with the wet squelched of her cunt.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty.” Sun chanted, “All for me.”

“Yes.” Tabby nodded, losing herself rapidly.

“Say it.” Sun urged, curling his fingers into her sweet spot.

“I’m yours!” She hiccuped, hips bucking forward.

His rays spun, smile spanning the width of his faceplate. The hand on her hip gripped her a bit tighter, fingers digging into the skin possessively. He very quickly learned the weakness she felt by just the size of his hands.

Moon watched, feeling a mixture of jealousy, discomfort and soul crushing desire. Becoming an involuntarily voyeur to their activities did nothing for his shyness when interacting with Tabitha.

He knew what she tasted like, the sounds she made in pleasure, and what her insides felt around exploring fingers. It was all through a film of gauze, a layer of separation when he wasn’t in control, but it was enough.

Oh god it was enough.

The desire he felt, when watching her cry out for Sun, was indescribable.

It sank deep into his circuits, melting his processors to mush when he’d replay those tapes over and over again for himself later.

Sun was deaf to Moon’s current suffering, much too preoccupied with the woman using his fingers to fuck herself silly.

He felt her tighten, urging her on sweetly.

“I love you!” She cried, clamping around his fingers. She fell forward, cuddling into his chest as quakes of pleasure rocketed through her body.

“I love you too, Sunshine!” Sun held her close, working her through the most recent orgasm, “You did so so so so well!”

Feeling that she was quite spent, he withdrew from her, cuddling her a bit before sitting her down.

She flopped onto the bed, sweaty as she gulped in air.

“Good morning Starlight!” Sun’s smile was arrogant as his rays softly clinked back and forth.

“M-morning.” She managed back, raising a thumbs up.

Sun chuckled, leaning closer to ask cheekily, “Better than coffee?”

She gave a nod, echoing, “Better than coffee.” She swallowed, adding “I still would like coffee though…” There was almost a pleading lilt to her voice making Sun chuckle further.

He stood up, leaning his lanky frame easily over the bed to press his faceplate to her forehead in a makeshift kiss.

“I’ll start a bath for you, then coffee after, alrighty?” He hummed.

She nodded, attempting to still the small quakes of aftershocks.

Sun continued to hum, evolving into a tune as he left the bedroom.

Tabby smoothed back sweaty strands of hair from her forehead, hearing the faucet turn on across the hall.

Sun’s caretaking skills smoothly slid into the daily routine of taking care of her “in every way” as he would say. The animatronic not leave much space to doubt his intentions, or Tabby the room to question…often.

This is weird…

She thought, sitting up.

But I’m…happy?

Her thoughts swirled.

It was an odd feeling, to be content with the presence of a partner, to feel secure in someone’s arms. Like they would kill for you.

As promised the coffee was poured and ready on the counter as Tabby stepped out of the bathroom, towling her hair dry as she went. Cup still steaming she carefully took it, breathing deep the aroma.

“It’s a beautiful day!” Sun announced, looking out the balcony door windows. He mindlessly swayed as he watched people walk below.

“Let’s go out today?” Tabby offered, brightening as she sat the damn towel beside her.

“Just a walk?” Sun asked, not turning from the window, “We just bought groceries.”

“We could go to the mall?” Voice hopeful, “It could be fun.”

“I've never been to a mall!” Sun’s head spun around like an owl to meet her question with an excited grin.

“It’s a weekday, so it shouldn’t be too busy.” She sipped her coffee again before going on, “But I can show you where I get my shoes and stuff.”

“I’d love love love to!” Sun agreed wholly, his body twisting fluidly to right itself with his head position.

~

Even though they’d taken a handful of walks together previously Sun never lost that look of wonder about him with every new outing. He would smile up into the sunlight and admire every little tree or bird that dotted the city streets.

Being near him made Tabby forget how mundane things had seemed to become. His optimism was a breath of fresh air to her smog filled mind.

And when the animatronic was happy he was talkative.

Sun chatted her ear off as they walked to the mall, reaching out to hold her hand. She would nod and smile, just listening to him ramble on about anything. He moved his free hand to emphasize certain words, smiling at her with utter delight.

The mall was big, multiple stories of shops with a large food court and open central plaza. Everything was a pale white with natural lighting making it feel more inviting despite the emptiness such a building could have on a slow day.

Sun walked in, faceplate raised towards the ceiling in an attempt to take everything in. It has been a long time since he’d been in such a large structure, waves of nostalgia washing over him.

“Woah.” He turned a bit, face still skyward.

“And this isn’t even the biggest one in the city.” Tabby pointed out.

“Dang.” Sun hummed, listening to the echo of their shoes.

“It’s a nice place to waste a day.” Tabby shrugged, taking his hand again.

She led him towards a bigger clothing store; Sun just followed obediently, too engrossed in trying to see everything around him.

“I shop here a lot when I’m not buying stuff online.” She informed, pulling him into the maze of clothing racks. Sun looked like a lone tree standing far above the racks, faceplate a never fading smile as Tabby explained certain sections and styles.

“Let’s put you in some skinny jeans and a nice flannel shirt!” Tabby clapped her hands together excitedly.

Sun looked bashful but nodded.

They found what she was imagining, scouting out a free dressing room to follow. Despite his stick legs it took a good few moments and teamwork to get him into the jeans, the pants only coming to his calf given his tall stature. The flannel was much easier, button ups totally avoiding the issue of his disk-like head and the wires that attached it.

Tabby stepped back to admire her work as Sun looked himself over.

“You look good!” She smiled brightly, a blush dusting her cheeks.

“I do?” He cocked his head, fiddling with the shirt a bit in the mirror. He shifted a bit, commenting, “The pants are a bit restrictive…”

“The price of beauty.” Tabby teased, padding up to look at them both in the mirror. Sun put his arm around her.

“Make a good pair?” He asked, a smile stretching across his faceplate.

She leaned into him more, making a thinking face just to worry him.

“Yes.” She finally gave him relief, adding afterwards, “But if you really want to match I’ll have to find some leather pants and spiked jewelry for you.”

Sun wilted, making her laugh.

“I’m joking!” She playfully shoved him away a bit, “I know black isn’t your color. Moon might dress punk with me though.”

“You both are brats.” Sun huffed, crossing his arms and looking away indignantly.

Tabby giggled harder, trying to tickle him and break his resolve.

As Sun worked to shimmy out of the jeans, Tabby’s attention shifted back towards the mirror. She looked herself over: her clothes were starting to get pretty tight…

She smoothed her hands over her stomach, drifting downwards to her widening hips.

She gave a little sigh.

Sun perked up, the look of frustration falling away to concern. He shuffled around a bit, pants holding his feet together.

“Sunshine?” He chirped.

Tabby sighed again, unwavering in her scrutiny, “I’m gaining weight…” her voice was thick with disappointment.

Sun scoffed, “Because you are finally eating healthy.”

It was true.

Sun was an attentive caretaker, making three meals a day for her and guilt tripping hard if she refused. She was finally providing her body with adequate nutrition after years of energy drinks and boxed snacks.

“I think you look pretty.” Sun spoke genuinely, adding, “More now than ever.” The certainty in his tone, like every word was fact, made her look back at herself again.

There was more color to her cheeks, a brightness about her. If anything she looked less boney, filling out her figure.

“You think so?” She hummed.

“I know so.” He smiled back, hopping a bit to get his foot free of the constructive pants.

Sun ended up buying a flannel with his own hard earned money, even finding a funny T-shirt for Moon. Tabby giggled, reading over it. The shirt was dark with big bold letters saying: I Bite.

It didn’t take long for Sun to spot their next impromptu stop.

“They have an arcade!” Sun exclaimed, pointing towards the gaming corner of the mall. His optics showed stars, bouncing a bit as he asked, “Can we go? Can we? Can we? Can we?”

“We gotta stay in the main half.” She pointed out, remembering the darker, neon light section.

“Please!?” He begged, jumping in place.

Tabby took his arm to steady him, smiling, “Let go.”

“Yeah!!”

As they stepped inside, shoes sticking to the crunchy patterned carpet, Tabby realized how barren the place was. They would basically have the main gaming area to themselves.

She found a token machine, ruffling through her purse for money. Sun swayed happily beside her, excitement vibrating through his system.

“I always wanted to go to the arcade.” Sun beamed, “It looked so fun!”

“Why didn’t you?” She asked, feeding dollars into the token machine as she listened.

“It was against the rules.” He answered simply, “But Moon would go sometimes. And sometimes he’d bring me little things back.” Sun cupped a hand as if holding the little trinkets, smiling down at his empty palm in memory, “One time he found a little fish toy that could glow in the dark. I made sure to leave it in the light so he could see it glow later.”

Tabby glanced back at him. Sentimental affection pooled in his milky gaze, still cupping his empty hand.

“Maybe we can win one today?” She offered, collecting the tokens.

“Yea!?” Sun brightened, looking suddenly determined.

He skipped deeper into the game room, faceplate rotating as much as the hoodie would allow, to take everything in.

His voice was light as he chirped, “What first?! What first?!”

“Anything you like.” Tabby smiled, adding cheekily, “What would you like to pop your arcade cherry with?”

Sun didn’t even register her risqué comment, too engrossed in his surroundings. Looking like a kid in a candy store, the animatronic wandered around to browse his options. With every bright flash of light from a machine, or funky sound he would jump and gush about how amazing it was.

Tabby smiled softly, following with her hands full of tokens patiently. This was all new for him after all.

He halted, pointing, “That one!”

Tabby followed his finger, seeing a two person racing game. This was one that you could sit on fake motorcycles to turn and steer.

She chuckled with a nod, feeding the tokens in as Sun got comfortable. (Or as comfortable as one with such a lanky frame could manage) He gripped the handlebars, leaning forward to mimic people he saw on tv.

“Easy, tiger.” Tabby swung her leg over her own.

He almost didn’t hear her, bouncing a bit with impatience.

The game was fast, but Sun was full of laughter nevertheless, begging to go again. Afterwards they played some smaller games here or there until Sun’s attention was captured by a corner of rainbow lighting.

“Let’s do this one!” Sun smiled eagerly at a dance dance Revolution game. The bright lights of the dance pad reflected off his metal, sending colors dancing over his features.

“I…might sit this one out.” Tabby held herself a little tighter, taking a step back.

Sun cocked his head, reaching out for her, “Come on starlight, it’ll be fun.” His voice was both gentle and encouraging at the same time, sending a crack through her self consciousness.

“I’m shit at dancing.” She shook her head.

“It’s not about being good.” He smiled, “It’s about having fun!”

He took her hands, leading her closer to the game, “Come on.”

“Fine!” She conceded, awkwardly stepping onto the dance square.

They both were pretty bad at the game, Sun not letting it get to him despite it all. He was all smiles and laughter as he tried to hit the lit up squares while Tabby tried to focus intently.

She ended up loosing…sorely.

“That was fun!” Sun straightened, unable to get winded.

Tabby on the other hand, huffed to catch her breath, face red.

“Better luck next time.” Sun smiled, no jesting to his encouragement.

“No.” Tabby huffed hotly, bending down to fight with the buckles of her boots.

He tilted his head, “No?”

“Fuck you.” She threw her boots to the side, “I want a rematch.”

He glanced down at her sock clad feet, realizing she was attempting to get some sort of advantage without her chunky boots. Sun’s look of concern evaporated into a sly smirk.

“If you insist, starlight.” His voice was like honey, a gleam to his milky eyes.

She lost again…

Sun cheered triumphantly this time, the fires of competition going to his head.

“It’s not fair.” Tabby murmured indignantly as she fetched her boots, “You have longer legs.”

“And you are a sore loser.” He shot back, adding cheekily, “With tiny legs.”

“I’m normal sized!” She stomped.

“Not from my perspective.” He teased, standing as straight as he could to exasperate the difference in their heights.

Tabby sputtered up at him like a feral kitten, becoming worse at his smug smile. He chuckled at her little display, crossing his arms as he waited her out.

“Just because you look like a giraffe!” She spouted.

“A giraffe?” He put a hand to his chest.

“You’re even yellow!” Tabby couldn’t help the smile that cracked over her face.

“I’m even yellow???” Sun echoed in disbelief, putting on a tone of offense, “How dare you?”

Tabby cracked further, a little giggle eaking out as Sun dramatically laid the back of his hand over his faceplate, free hand fisted over his chest.

“How dare you?!” He turned away flamboyantly, bowing his head.

Tabby fully laughed now at his antics, closing the distance between them to grab at him.

“Oh come on, theater boy.” She giggled, trying to pull him, “We have more tokens to spend!”

Dropping the act like a stone, Sun turned back towards her snickering.

They managed to get a good haul of tickets; Sun a bit too proficient with time centric games, Tabby needing to cut him off before they got kicked out for cheating.

Sun waited near the entrance, people watching, as Tabby turned in their winnings at the prize counter. He’d begun to daydream when she padded up next to him.

“Was this what you meant?” Tabby’s voice was hopeful as she held out a little soft plastic toy: it was a small green fish with painted black eyes.

Sun took it carefully, smiling, “It’s a bit different, but it’s still swell!” He had to use his free hand to press against his rays to keep them away, looking almost embarrassed as he tilted his head.

“What else did you get?” He asked, trying to distract from himself.

“Um…” Tabby looked into the little bag, “I got a sticky hand, and a Chinese finger trap…” she showed off each object respectively.

“I used to have to confiscate those a lot.” Sun murmured, gesturing to the finger trap.

“Wait why?” She cocked her head, skeptical.

Sun frowned, “The kids would get them stuck and scream, or they would trick the smaller ones to do the same thing. I just started taking them. That and slime…” Sun shivered in remembrance, “The slime got everywhere.”

“Did you ever have problems with the magnets?” Tabby asked as they walked back into the main plaza. She could remember all the promotional or character magnets the Plex’s arcade counter used to have.

“Like with the kids or myself?”

“Yourself.” She clarified, “Like the kids using them against you.”

“You think Fazbear Entertainment makes gift magnets strong enough to interfere with any software??” He scoffed.

“Fair enough.”

“The most damage they could do is to my patience.” He huffed, “They would make a game of sticking them to my back on the bits of steel around my mounting ring.”

“Mounting ring.” Tabby giggled.

“That’s what it’s called!” Sun snapped, exasperated.

“Like a horse.” She snorted.

Sun played a fairly realistic horse sound from his voice box making Tabby cover her mouth to hide the noise that threatened to leave her.

“I can do more.” Sun announced, playing a different one and making her break down a bit more. Tabby was attempting to keep her cool in public, Sun using that to his advantage. He leaned in closer, smile devious. “I can even gallop a bit for you if you ask reeeeal nicely.”

“What about a horse ride?” She managed through the snickers, still hiding half her face.

“You’ll have to take me to dinner first.” He winked.

“Sun!”

She shoved him playfully as they laughed, other people gave a side eye at their antics as they passed.

As the laughter subsided, Sun caught a sound: a low grumble. His head tilted, asking knowingly, “Are you hungry?”

“…maybe.”

The food court was more busy than the other sections of the mall, as it was getting closer to lunchtime. Sun pulled his hoodie closed around his faceplate, hunching over to follow behind Tabby. She went straight for the Chinese restaurant, a goofy panda sign greeting them.

This was all greasy quick versions of food, although you wouldn’t find her complaining about it. Sun declined any himself, knowing all he needed by a quick scan.

“This definitely reminds me of the plex…” he commented, tapping a finger on the table once they sat down. His optics squinted a bit as Tabby stirred in some packets of soy sauce.

“It’s mall food.” She shrugged, beginning to eat.

Natural light filtered in through the large sky windows over the food court. Sun never realized how much he missed the background hum of people, gathered together enjoying their time together. He felt content, simply sitting quietly to listen as Tabby played on her phone in-between bites.

Sun watched her, optics half lidded. His head tilted to the side.

Tabby noticed his gaze, making a little movement of realization. Sun’s smile widened fondly at the rosey blush that darkened her cheeks.

“What?” She gave a self conscious giggle, averting her gaze.

Sun’s fans whirled more audibly, moving a hand across the table. His arm rested against it gently as his fingers reached out towards her hand. Tabby instinctively moved a bit closer, lacing their fingers together.

“I’ve had a really good time today.” Sun murmured. His voice was soft and genuine.

She gave his hand a little squeeze. He returned the gesture, free hand coming up to push a threatening ray back in.

“I hope-“ Tabby stirred around her food a bit, eyes downcast, “We can do more together from now on.”

“I’d like that.” He nodded.

~

“Oh hey, I used to get some edgy jewelry here!” Tabby pointed to another shop. This one was fairly dark compared to the main mall, with lettering that resembled graffiti. Sun tilted his head, a tight look to his smile.

“Come on!” She pulled him by the hand, “They have cool band t-shirts!”

As they entered Sun was greeted with the sound of heavy music, following as Tabby still dragged him along.

“This definitely looks like a store you’d shop at…” he murmured, half smile forced.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She halted, releasing him to rest a hand on her hip.

He didn’t answer with words, instead glancing around at the spiked jewelry, chains, and fake leather.

“Shut up.” She hissed.

He hovered around her for a bit, groaning here and there as she looked through racks of clothes. Sun finally wandered off on his own as Tabby looked over the jewelry section.

Not finding anything to her liking she straighter, looking around for her animatronic. Being seven foot tall normally made him stick out like a sore thumb, but with this store’s floor to ceiling shelves he was off her radar.

She found Sun near the back of the store, engrossed in the colorful objects lining the wall.

Oh god,

Tabby thought…

He found the sex toys.

Seeing her approach he eagerly pointed to one, “I like this one!”

Tabby followed his gaze to see a multicolored dildo sporting a suction cup base. Her stomach flipped a bit.

“That’s so big.” She whispered to him, embarrassed.

“It says ‘medium’.” He informed, pointing to the listed size.

Tabby’s face reddened, hissing lowly, “In no world is eight inches, ‘medium’!”

Sun hummed a bit, taking the box carefully off the hook. He compared it to the length of his fingers, doing some quick math in his head.

“You’ve taken three fingers already, this shouldn’t be much more of a squeeze.” He gave a big smile.

“Fuckin hell, don’t say that right now.” She was crimson.

“Please Sunshine?” He begged, pouting out his lip a bit, “I think we could have some fun with it.”

She turned away, tapping her foot a bit. Sun, knelt down to muscle her, begging more pitifully.

“Fine.” Tabby conceded.

Sun’s rays spun happily, the animatronic getting scolded shortly after.

Tabby about died all over again when the cashier’s eye drifted between her and the animatronic with a smirk. She had them double bag the purchase before escaping.

She didn’t breathe easy until they were back outside, letting out her breath. Sun was absolutely beaming, carrying the bags as he followed beside her.

“Want to try a smoothie?” Tabby asked excitedly, pointing to a little shop, “They make the best fruity ones here!”

“Sure!” Sun accepted instantly.

They waited in line, Sun hunching a bit to look less conspicuous. Tabby ordered a wild berry smoothie, while Sun wanted to try a tropical citrus one.

They began their walk again, turning their steps towards the apartment. Sun sipped on his drink, rays threatening to pop out in his excitement. “It’s good!” He announced happily.

“I’m happy you like it.” She smiled, walking closely by his side. Her eyes drifted down to the bag he was still holding, blushing a bit.

“Hm?” He tilted his head, voice clear despite him currently mid drink.

“It’s just…” Tabby looked away, “I don’t understand how you can still find me pretty after seeing me so gross and sick.”

Sun scoffed, “That was nothing. I've dealt with far worse, thousands of times.

“And that doesn’t get to you?” She asked, sipping from her cup.

“Not really.” Sun shrugged, smile never fading, “I don’t really feel disgust about the same things humans do.”

Tabby looked interested, Sun going on as they walked, “Well a large part of human disgust to certain things is the fear of contamination or infection, but I can’t get sick.”

She watched as he spoke, loving how he would use his hands to better express his words. His smoothie caused a bit of problems in that regard, it threatened to spill as he spoke.

“Of course I can still find things disgusting, but human fictions I’m quite jaded to.” He smiled, “Oh!” He lifted his free hand to tap at the decorative nose on his faceplate with his index finger, “I can’t really smell…well anything! So that helps.”

Tabby nodded, “That makes sense.”

“But don’t worry about grossing me out.” He waved his hand, a laugh to his tone, “It’s hard to do.”

~

Sun hummed a tune as he stripped off his clothes. Neatly folding the bright colored garments, he placed them back on a shelf in the hall closet, grabbing the much darker stack from the same shelf. He gingerly put on Moon’s hoodie and sweatpants, smoothing himself down afterwards.

Happy with himself he padded over to the light switch, waiting just long enough to finish the song he’d been humming. Nodding, he flipped the switch, the room instantly growing dim.

Moon blinked awake, taking a moment to gather himself. Having gone into rest mode earlier in the day, the transition was a bit more of an effort than normal. Feeling himself over, he realized Sun had saved him a bit of time by changing clothes already. He huffed, mood sour.

Not even that little gesture smoothing him out. He scuttled away, crawling into their box fort.

“Oh hey!” Tabby’s face lit up when she saw him.

Moon jumped a bit, fans kicking up as he ducked into the fort.

Her smile faded ever so slightly, pressing on nevertheless to show him some of the items from the earlier adventure.

She had the shirt set out on the table, gesturing to it, “Sun found a shirt for you. It’ll be less constricting. And…oh!” She found the little fish.

Padding closer she held out the toy to him like an offering, it giving off a faint glow in the dim light.

Moon peeked out, optics shifting in-between the fish and her face.

“We won it for you!” She smiled happily.

His chest knotted up, feeling hotter. Moon gulped, emotions becoming a tangle in his circuits.

Unable to process he withdrew, turning away from her with a grating sound coming from his voice-box.

Tabby straightened, concern flashing over her face for a fleeting moment. She placed the toy on the bookshelf, fingers lingering on the wood for a long moment before she turned back towards the animatronic.

Things had been tense between them since Sun had become a boyfriend to her of sorts…and she couldn’t blame him for feeling awkward around her.

What if he was disgusted? Or maybe he’s angry?

She thought, biting her lip. Trying to smooth things over a bit, they did have to live together after all, she offered softly, “Want to watch a movie together?”

“No.”

The answer was quick and sharp, Moon not even looking up.

“Well maybe we can-“ she was cut off abruptly.

Moon growled out a, “Go away.”

Annoyance shot through her at his total dismissal of her olive branch, that feeling fueling her next words.

“Why are you such a grumpus tonight?” Tabby asked, hands on her hips.

Moon shuffled deeper into the box fort, almost completely hidden.

Taking a breath, she tried to remind herself of his unfortunate, and from her perspective, disinterested, situation.

“Well…” Tabby dejectedly sat the tv remote on the coffee table, “Heres this, if you want to watch tv…and Sun hid all of my snacks on top of the cabinets.” She frowned, “So if you want any, they are up there. Help yourself.”

When he didn’t answer she sighed, leaving him be.

S: You are being a brat.

M: Shut up.

S: Touché Touché

Moon growled from deep in his throat, scribbling away at a drawing. He’d already snapped a few of their crayons by this point.

S: Is someone jealous?

Moon didn’t answer, covering the paper in dark circles.

S: Mad I'm the favorite?

Sun pushed his buttons.

M: what happened to her being ‘ours’???

S: You not making a move happened.

S: I'm not stopping you, she might even enjoy it.

M: unlikely…

Another crayon snapped, Moon ruffling through the box for a new one.

S: What did you tell me before?

Sun made some humming sounds in their shared headspace showily, making Moon roll his eyes.

S: OH! I remember!

S: “You better stop thinking a hole in our head and do something about it…”

S: Awfully ironic now, eh Moony?

S: Eating your own words? So to speak

“Shut up!” He growled aloud, pulling his hat down to cover his face.

Sun softened.

S: I'm only messing with you…

“Im not in the mood for messing.” He whispered, looking down at the storm of dark colors on the paper. He frowned, pointed teeth poking from his lips.

S: Oh moony…

S: Just talk to her, you’ll never know unless you do.

Moon huffed, clawing at the paper a bit.

M: She won’t like me…that way…Not like you…

S: You slept in her bed first, remember?

M: That’s different…

S: I think you’re overthinking things.

M: I'm the bad guy of the act…no one falls for them.

S: This isn’t the stage.

Moon felt a pain in his chest.

M: Sun…I don’t know how to stop acting…

~

By the time Tabby returned home from work the following day, Sun had dinner ready and plated up at the kitchen island.

He was becoming quite the proficient cook, always looking up new fun recipes to try out. Not to mention Tabby had more vegetables in her diet in the last new months than her whole adulthood combined.

“Thank you.” She smiled, sitting down to eat. This was a mix of multicolored peppers and onions seasoned over rice, the kitchen full of its pleasant aroma.

Sun eagerly watched her take the first bite, wearing the apron Tabby had ordered him as a joke.

“Is it good?” He asked, head tilting hopefully.

She swallowed, nodding, “It’s really good! I don’t normally like peppers, but this is good.”

“Swell!” Sun smiled, gushing, “I found a recipe for a Cajun spice mix online and wanted to try it.” He waved his hand as he explained.

Seeing her fully tuck into her meal, satisfied, he started washing up the dishes. He hummed softly to himself as he did so.

“Hey Sunny?” Tabby looked up from her plate.

“Yes Star?” He chimed back.

“Why is it you sometimes use ‘I’ when talking, but then other times you use ‘we’?” She asked.

“Oh….” Sun turned from the sink, drying off his hands almost nervously.

Tabby set her fork down now, seeing his carefree mood evaporate.

“I only use “we” when I’m certain of Moon’s feelings on a matter.” Sun explained, “I don’t speak for him unless directly asked to do so.”

“But isn’t he always…aware?” She searched for the right word.

“No.” Sun shook his head, “He doesn’t pay attention all the time, sometimes going into rest mode or doing background processes while not active. I can even block him out completely if I concentrate hard enough.” Sun went on, “But we try to not do that anymore…it’s rather rude.”

“Anymore?” Tabby questioned, a worry lilting her voice.

“Oh well…hm.” Sun became twitchy, fiddling his hands together, “I had to…repress…him often, after the virus infected his side of our software.” His rays withdrew, looking away, “And when he got control he gave me the same treatment…”

Tabby nodded solemnly, food forgotten.

“We were designed to always communicate, different perspectives to best solve issues.” Sun brought his hands together to symbolize both halves joining, “And now we can be whole again. We were never meant to be alone.”

“Is that why you were more high strung at the plex?” She asked gently, adding quickly, “No offense.”

“Little taken…” he frowned, but answered, “It did contribute to the issues.” He sat down beside her, quiet for a moment.

Tabby reached out, softly placing a hand on his thigh for comfort.

His faceplate tilted towards the contact, sighing. “I had to do well…had to perform at a level I was never meant to, alone.” His voice was soft and distant, “After the incident with Moon they threatened to disassemble us. Things changed quickly and it was suddenly all on my shoulders to keep us alive.”

“Lights stayed on, I was the caretaker of the entire area. Staff feared us…left us without regular maintenance…”

“I think…I think they were just waiting for us to burn up. Waiting for the moment we broke. When we stopped being useful…”

His voice wavered the more he spoke, words rambling together,

“They stripped us of so much that made us whole, made us unique. They left us alone, to wear down.”

“Sometimes we still feel the need to go back, some echo of our directive…but they would just tear us down for parts or even just let us rot in storage at a different facility…”

A sound like a sob left his voice-box, smile strained and false. Tabby stood, rounding the kitchen island to comfort him.

Tabby held him, resting her cheek on his shoulder. He lay his faceplate on the top of her head, rocking a bit as he hugged her. It felt bittersweet, to finally say everything aloud, to finally spill the fear and resentment that festered deep inside them.

His breath was static-y, wavering out as he collected himself. He pulled back enough to look weakly at her, smile still fake.

“Your food is getting cold.” He informed softly.

“That’s ok.” She took his faceplate, watching him close his optics and melt into the contact, “Sit with me?”

He gave a small nod, taking a seat beside her as she sat back down to finish her dinner.

After dinner they cuddled closely, Sun still clingy and sensitive. Their closeness quickly evolved into something else: fingers exploring over the other.

“Sun!” She giggled as he pulled down her leggings, the animatronic giving her an innocent look back.

She kissed his faceplate, stepping out of her clothes as his hands raked over her ass and thighs.

The newly bought toy was in the forefront of his mind, having washed it earlier that same day. She could tell he was overly eager, excited about something as he eased in two fingers.

He was careful to stretch her, making scissoring motions to ready her as much as he could until she was a hiccuping mess.

Proud of himself, he scooped her up, toting her off to the bedroom.

“S-Sun?” She asked, holding onto him.

“Don’t worry yourself, I have something fun planned!” He smiled widely, not easing her worry in the slightest.

Her eyes caught the toy on the bedside table as he lay her down on the bed, face heating up.

Sun retrieved it, turning it over in his hands and he walked to the foot of the bed. Tabby watched his every movement, gulping as he looked over her.

Taking her by the ankle he pulled her down the bed.

“Wait, wait!” She blurted out, making him pause. Blushing she asked quickly, “Did you wash and sanitize that? You have to before using them.”

Sun’s optics was half lidded, leaning down to press a makeshift kiss to her ankle. “Done and done.” He cooed.

She swallowed, trying to give a little nod.

Sun attempted to work her up again, his excitement getting the better of him quickly, however.

Thinking she had to be ready enough, he sat back on his heels to line up the toy with her pussy. Attempting to press the bulbous head down into her opening he was met with resistance, the toy sliding up and crossing her clit. Tabby hissed, Sun trying again with minimal success.

“Tight fit, isn’t it.” Sun grumbled, smile faltering.

“I told you!” She yelped as he pulled her closer.

He gave a little huff in frustration, pushing a bit more forcefully. The head popped inside that tight ring of muscle making her cry out.

“Theeeere we go!” His smile returned, looking up at her proudly.

“Shit!” She cursed, thighs trying to close if not for Sun’s free hand keeping her fully open for him.

“Color?” He asked.

Tabby panted for a moment, smoothing back her bangs, “Y-Yellow.”

Sun didn’t move, giving her a moment to adjust. His free hand rubbed little circles into the meat of her thigh with his thumb, patiently.

“Green.”

“That’s it.” Sun’s voice was low and soothing, praising her for every inch of the toy she managed to take.

Finally she’d taken it all.

Tabby gulped in a breath, walls burning. Sun allowed her a moment to adjust, smiling, “Look at you. I knew you could take it!”

“Shut up.” She huffed, face red. There was no hint of a bite to her words, making Sun chuckle.

Tabby gave a little sound, signaling he could move again.

As he pulled the toy out his optics noticed something: the wetness coating the toy was tinged pink. His movement halted instantly, causing Tabby to sit up a bit in confusion. Her gaze followed his own, swallowing to sober herself a bit.

“Are you ok?!” Sun finally caught himself, worry spiking through him as his faceplate snapped up. His hand was frozen, unsure what to do.

“I’m fine.” She answered, keeping her voice low in an attempt to alleviate his tension.

“Is that blood?!” He asked, already picking up trace amounts through his scanner.

“Sun it’s ok!” Tabby insisted, “It’s normal. I told you it’s been a long time, it happens.”

“It’s normal?” He didn’t sound convinced, “Are you sure you’re not hurt? I can stop!”

“It’ll just take some getting used too.” She soothed, sitting back against the pillows again.

“Okay…” he frowned, worry still pooling in his milky gaze, “Promise you’ll tell me if it hurts?”

“I promise.” She nodded, voice tinged ever so slightly with desperation, “Now, please, do something!”

He nodded back, optics flicking back down to where the toy lay half inside her, carefully pushing it back in to the hilt. He listened to her breathe hitch, free hand moving to her stomach. He pressed down softly as he worked the toy back and forth, marveling at the fact he could feel the bump it created.

The added pressure inadvertently made Tabby arch, mewling out. Sun perked up, falling more comfortably into a steady rhythm.

“So good for me!” He praised, free hand moving to rub quick circles on her swollen clit, adding ardently, “Always such a good girl for me.”

“Ah-Fuck!” She cried, back arching under his relentless hands, “Sunny!”

“That’s it!” He cooed, working her through the orgasm, feeling how she tightened through the toy. His rays spun, the silicone cock holding fast in her flesh.

Waiting for her high to end, he carefully pulled out the toy, laying it to the side. Sun crawled up the bed to cuddle her, listening to her body’s little quakes of aftershocks.

“I wish I could feel what you do.” Sun mused, laying down next to her.

“What?”

Rolling on his side he murmured, “You always look so happy when you finish.” His hand came up, fingers drawing shapes into her skin.

Tabby processed his words, looking up at the ceiling. Closing her eyes she drifted a bit, lost in thought.

“Wait!” Tabby sat bolt upright suddenly, making Sun almost fall off the bed in surprise.

“W-What?” He asked, optics wide.

“I think I know a way!” She announced, jumping out of the bed. Sun followed her curiously as she went to her office, legs still unsteady.

No time for clothes, she pulled out her laptop triumphantly, needed cords still attached.

“A way to what, starlight?” Sun asked, head tilted.

“Simulate an orgasm.” She smiled back, holding up the laptop, “I just need to tap into your processors.”

His fans kicked up, almost looking bashful now, “Really?”

“Only one way to find out!” Tabby smiled, returning to the bedroom. She placed the laptop near the head of the bed, booting it up. As it went through the motions of powering on her glanced at the discarded toy, taking it in her hands.

She looked from the toy to Sun, gears turning in her head.

Beckoning him closer she steadied his hips with her free hand. Sun watched curiously as she pressed the suction cup to the smooth metal of his pelvis. It stuck fast.

“Oh my god.” She snorted, “That’s actually really funny.”

She turned back to the laptop, curiosity sated. As she typed away, deep in thought, Sun gave the phallus an experimental tug. Finding it quite secure he swayed back and forth, watching it as it swung along with his movement.

“Sun?” Tabby spoke, not looking up from her laptop. Fully engrossed in what he was doing, he didn’t answer.

Tabby glanced up. Raising her voice this time, she snapped, “Sun!”

“Huh?” He paused, mid sway, looking up quickly.

“Come here.” She instructed, making room for him on the bed.

Titling his head, he padded over, sitting next to her. Tabby carefully hooked some wires into the back of his faceplate, moving to unscrew the buttons that held his chest plate together.

“What are you doing, Starlight?” His head tilted the opposite direction.

“Going to try to make you feel good, I told you.” She smiled up at him, plugging in the last wire into a port.

“You don’t have to do that. It’s our job to take care of you.” His voice was soft.

“I want to.” She soothed, asking, “Can you lay down for me?”

Sun carefully moved to lay down on the bed, Tabby moving the laptop to sit beside him.

“Are you comfortable?” She asked, kneeling beside him.

“Yes.” He nodded a bit, unknowingly taking the more rigid position he would have when in parts and service.

“Good!” She smiled, moving closer to his face, “Now let’s play red light green light again, okay?”

“Ok!” He nodded, excited.

“Let’s start small.” She went back to the computer, going into his processors, “I’m going to do a low grade pulse through your system of touch, ok?”

“Mhm.” He lay back.

Typing up a bit, she hit enter.

A shiver ran through his body with the new

sensation.

“Green light.”

Tabby upped the input, causing a tremor to jolt his body. “Where are we at with this compared to normal feeling?” She asked, turning towards him.

His optics dilated, searching for words for a moment. “It’s more.” He finally spoke, voice breathy, “More than normal.”

“Feel good?” She smiled.

“Very good.” He nodded.

“Let’s give you some more.” She upped it again. This time he began to writhe ever so slightly, limbs seemingly moving on their own with the stimulation. She watched his hands clench and unclench, jaw tight.

“Sunny?”

“Green light.” He managed, optics closing.

While he was distracted, Tabby carefully swung her leg over him, sitting gingerly on his pelvis just above where the toy was still stuck.

Feeling her weight on him, his hands instantly went to her waist. He kept a firm hold on her in an effort to ground himself.

“Good boy.” She cooed, lifting her hips just enough to line the toy up with her still wet cunt. The slide was easy, their hips meeting in moments.

Sun managed to look up, optics showing hearts as he watched her bounce a bit on the toy, mind swimming with fantasies. It made him heat up further, fingers digging into her skin.

“Is it good?” She asked breathily, smiling at his eager nods. Leaning forward she urged, “Tell me?”

“It’s good!” His voice was strained, nodding furiously, “It’s so good!”

“Want more?” She asked, her own hips moving a bit faster.

He bucked a bit to meet her, begging now.

“Please! Please! Please, Starlight!” Sun bit the silicone of his lip.

She leaned forward, toy almost slipping out as she upped the input another level.

His systems surged.

Optics filled with light as every processor sang with feeling. Any little pleasures he’d ever had from mundane things: the softness of fabric, the fur of an animal, the cold of ice, or the taste of food; all paling in the pleasure that threatened to fry his circuits in this moment.

This is what humans felt?

This is what euphoria felt like?

Euphoria: noun: a feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness.

His mind raced, the pleasure threatening pain. Biting at his operating system in quick succession. He felt everything, glitching as his limbs twitched with the built energy. It was ecstasy.

POP

Sun went limp, optics black with a small snapping sound as all his systems blue screened.

Tabby halted, worry spiking through her. She rushed to unplug him from the laptop.

As Sun’s systems came back online a shaking sound left his voice-box. His optics blinked back to life, hands instantly shifting to Tabby’s thighs for grounding.

“You ok, big guy?” She asked.

“H-“ Sun breathed, “Holy moly!”

Tabby started giggling, “It must have been good to get a whole ‘holy moly’ out of you!?”

“Better than anything!”

Sun tried to right himself, some processes slower to get fully going. He gave her a big lopsided smile, excitement in his milky eyes, “Let’s do it again!”

“Later, okay?” Tabby gave him a gentle smile, “I don’t want you to fry your circuits…”

His optics made hearts, large hands moving up her sides to cup her face. Tabby leaned into the contact, still flushed from earlier activities. “Will you marry me?!” Sun asked sweetly, not an ounce of jesting in his tone.

“Sun.” Tabby snickered, “We aren't even boyfriend and girlfriend yet.” She pointed out.

Not missing a beat, Sun then asked instead, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

She sobered a bit, gazing down at him with warmth. “I will.” She nodded, accepting softly.

Sun’s rays spun happily.

A stretch of silence grew between them as they caught their breath fully and cooled down. Tabby unsuctioned the toy from him, tossing it aside to wash later. She lay beside him, listening to his fans trying like mad to cool him down.

“Sunshine?” Sun spoke, voice wistful.

“Hm?”

He tilted his head towards her, asking “Marry me?”

“Sun!”

~

Having a rare late shift, Tabby pushed open the door to be met with a dimly lit apartment. The stove light paired with her RGB backlights to her entertainment system gave enough light to navigate and do certain tasks.

Hanging her bag up, Tabby called out, “Hey Moon, I’m home!”

A shuffling sound made her look towards the couch, Moon on all fours behind it, gazing back at her with red optics.

She gave him a little wave before going into the kitchen for a soda. Popping the tab she tilted back her head to take a sip, nearly chocking when her eyes caught something: there was a thick swirling pattern, seemingly drawn onto the wall, near the doorway leading to the hall.

“Hey!?” She sputtered, wiping away split soda with the back of her hand.

Moon peaked out at her outburst, head tilted.

“What did I tell you about drawing on the walls?!” Tabby scolded, storming over to the decorated wall. Her tone was sharp, like one used to reprimand a child.

Moon was still for a moment, having crawled out from hiding to stand, frown darkening his face. He listened, teeth poking out as she ranted on about security deposits and magic erasers.

Without a word he stalked closer, hunched crookedly forward to be face level with her.

Tabby gulped, words dying on her tongue.

Moon stared at her for a moment, red optics narrow.

He raised a hand, Tabby flinching a bit on instinct. Her eyes closed tightly, steeling herself for what? She didn’t truly know.

The sound of ripping paper sliced through the apartment, Tabby blinking in bewilderment, head snapping towards the sound.

Moon had unceremoniously ripped away the paper he had earlier taped up, revealing the unmarked wall underneath at the expense of his art.

“…oh…” Tabby wilted, seeing now everything had been carefully cut out from paper in reality. She looked back to Moon, guilt coming off her in waves.

His face was still tight, frown burned into his faceplate. He crumpled up the held paper, dropping the ball to the floor wordless.

“M-Moon I-“ she started to stutter out an apology as Moon turned on his heels.

She followed him out onto the balcony, stopping as he swung over onto the fire escape, regretfully watching him disappear onto the roof.

Tabby pulled her coat tighter around from the chill of the night air, stomach in knots.

[currentlyreadingawesomefanfics]

Random person: Hey Chaos! What do you do when you’re bored?

Me: Make silly videos of my characters talking about their world…

Random Person: What-

Me: Shhhh it’s starting.

:

[blackkat15]

FNAF Fanfics Stuff

FNAF AR Re-Written:

I have no idea what to write.

I have all of Springtrap's parts kinda just planned out in my brain but I need some material for the other animatronics.

I've got Bonnie the babysitter and Toy Freddy playing videogames with a depressed dude.

I need more ideas for the other animatronics but my brain has nothinggggg.

I even have a draft for the UI for the Fazbear Funtime Service™ App. It's just an edit of a FNAF AR Special Delivery screenshot with some text on top.

Nightwatch at Freddy's:

Characterisation is so much fun.

Freddy is tired and grumpy but is also quite understanding. He keeps everyone in line (or tries to).

Bonnie is a southerner with an attitude problem and has too many shitty puns to dish out. He also plays pranks on the dayshift staff by shifting stuff around in the Parts & Services room.

Chica eats pizza most nights because she doesn't have to worry about gaining weight and because she's a killer animatronic who won't get judged by her beauty pageant obsessed parents. She plays the drums now.

Foxy is a loud introvert who is immature. Looks out for the MC.

Golden Freddy is piloted by an angry spirit and a sad one. The two spirits do occasionally get along when it comes to the topic of setting their souls free.

I'm currently writing Chapter Seven: Night Five with a reveal that ghosts are actually real and the MC has to set them free. No idea what to write after that tho.

Dave Miller exists and is a sleep deprived dayshift guard who looks out for the MC despite her thinking that he's a creepy dude.

Cassidy is all like "Don't mess with Dave bc he killed me and my friends." and the MC says "I don't like him anyway bestie calm down."

Yeah that's it for now IG 😗

[wxckedwxrld]

FNAF headcanons

PSA: these writings ARE NOT MINE. This is a list of fanfiction I have read during dec and jan. All credit goes to the original and rightful writers.

𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘵

[birdwritesstuff]

NEED FNAF WRITING REQUESTS!!!

Hello!!! I'm looking for writing requests right now for FNAF, specifically Security Breach, but I'm willing to do mostly anything related to the fandom! I mostly do Sun and Moon related things on my own time, but I've been in the fandom since the first game came out so suggest anything!

The pinned post on my account has more info, but requests are open, so go crazy! Ships, X readers, most prompts, anything's on the table unless I say otherwise <3 Thank you so much!

[whorrorfix]

if i survived a slasher it’s because i fucked him

[jellyfishhutcherson]

#NEEDTHAT

[useful-crew-too]

Ooo yeah! I collected some alright! So...

Puppet Mike:

Real Boy series by La_Morrigan

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2801971

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Foxy Mike:

Sly by Anonymous

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51683647/chapters/130655947

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Circus Baby Mike:

Circus Baby's First Victim by attemptingsoundsgoodforme (orphan_account) [Michael and Elizabeth swap places.]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43535910/chapters/109458909

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Vanessa's brother's by IanRider

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53104966/chapters/134362636

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Funtime Foxy Mike:

Skeleton Free Closet Guaranteed! or Your Money Back! by NOTTODAYARTT [Michael and Elizabeth swap places.]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42407514

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No Change In Spirit by FaerieScorpio

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38569389/chapters/96410403

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A Performance Demanded by verymerrysioux

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36858130

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Lolbit Mike:

Laughing at Tragedy by InkSpottie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36602674/chapters/91296319

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Laughing at Gregory by InkSpottie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37384474/chapters/93290926

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take my teeth, tear through my cheeks by Just_Trying_To_Get_Around_You

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38086024/chapters/95138014

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Funtime Chica Mike:

Lights! Camera! Action! by AshstoAshs

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46318426/chapters/116615509

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Special:

And Over Again by catpop2 [Michael is possessing not 1, not 2, but 3 animatronics in Security Breach!]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36385126/chapters/90715120

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The posthumous ones of Michael Afton by CKA3CKA [Puppet Mike + Golden Freddy Mike, I think.]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52955833/chapters/133959805

guys does anyone have any recommendations for fanfiction where michael is an animatronic. I am trying to collect them all.

[nighk0]

"Sun froze."

"His entire body shook. He wanted to scream."

"SO BADLY."

Based on Chapter 5 from the fic "Lofi beats to capture children" by aug325 (@dana-chan-the-control-brain) on Ao3

Sunny's about to have a brakedown on his second day at the daycare

[gwenbrightly]

(Re)Building the Future: Chapter 2

Thank you to everyone who read, commented, or reblogged for the first chapter! Here's the part where we all pretend like I know anything about first aid... I mean... Chapter 2!

As she clears the last of the elevator's wreckage away, Roxy steps back to examine her work. She doesn't understand how this happened. Yes, the elevator was clearly not very stable, but it made the trip down perfectly fine. What went wrong on the way back up? She was too busy with It to truly pay attention to what was happening elsewhere. And now… All she can do now is hope the crumpled body in front of her isn't already dead.

Just now, Roxy isn't sure having eyes again is a good thing, because she can see every cut, bruise, and twisted limb. She may not know much about human anatomy, but she's seen enough kids to know that there is something very wrong with Cassie. Probably several somethings. 

First things first. She leans over the small girl and holds a claw to her neck. Okay. Roxy is going to assume that the slight fluttering she can feel there means the kid is still alive. That's good,she tells herself. That's promising. Next, she examines the girl's face. There's a pretty substantial gash on Cassie's forehead, but that should be fixable - right? It's not like her entire head popped off like the Driver Assist bots. The cut isn't deep enough for her brain to fall out. Humans are pretty resilient from what Roxy has seen. 

"Oh, ewwww," Helpy interrupts her thoughts, "I don't think her leg's supposed to bend that way!"

Well. There goes her attempt at positive thinking. 

"And her arm doesn't look so good either! That sure is a lot of blood!" Helpy continues. 

Yeah, the positive thinking route has officially gone nowhere. It might be time to panic now. 

"Do- Do you think it's safe to move her?" Roxy asks worriedly. 

"I meannn… she looks pretty rough... But if we leave her down here much longer, she's gonna die anyway."

"Right. Okay. Let's get her out of here, then," Roxy decides, "What's the safest route to the surface, Helpy? I don't think I can carry her up this elevator shaft."

~~~*~~~

Maybe it's the sense of urgency. Maybe it's the added weight of Cassie in her arms. Whatever the case, the return trip feels like it takes a lot longer than her mad dash into the sinkhole had earlier that night. By the time Roxy reaches the surface, the pinkish light of dawn greets her through a hole in the ceiling high above her. She surveys the wreckage of her beloved race track for the first time. Furniture is overturned. Piles of garbage cover the floor, which has caved in in several places. It's even worse than she'd imagined it might be. Ruined. 

There used to be a first aid station over by the Information booth, if she's not mistaken. So she climbs over more rubble to find it, being careful not to jostle Cassie too much. She can't risk injuring the girl further. 

All for nothing, ultimately. All that remains of the first aid station is an empty stall equipped with  even emptier cabinets. The human staff must have cleared it out before they abandoned the building. Abandoned her. There have been juvenile delinquents and thrill seekers, sure. But there hasn't been anyone to care about the animatronics living here in a long, long time. Until Cassie. Who is an innocent child and shouldn't be here to begin with. One who has already been through so much. She deserves better than to die in this forsaken place. 

Roxy mentally goes through her list of options. If her first aid station has been cleared out, it's unlikely any of the others are still intact. Freddy is long gone, screw him. He was supposed to be the leader. The one with answers. But he left them all behind as soon as he had the chance. She's got no idea where Chica and Monty are. Or if they're in any condition to do anything useful. They probably wouldn't be much help anyway. None of the Glamrock Band members were ever given much programming in first aid. There were other bots for that. Bots she's pretty sure have been deactivated; she hasn't come across any signs of them in her wanderings. The Nurse Bots used to bring her updates about the kids who injured themselves doing stupid stunts at the Raceway. But now? Nothing. Silence. 

Is there anyone left to help her care for this broken girl? 

Wait… there's one other animatronic she hasn't ruled out yet. Someone who is almost guaranteed to be equipped with first aid protocol as part of his programming. Roxy just has to hope he's in the mood to help. 

~~~*~~~

"You're sure he's been rebooted?" Roxy asks for the third time. She's standing outside the Superstar Daycare now. If the attendant is inside, he might be of use in this situation. Of course, if Moon has taken over, he'll probably want to torment Cassie instead of helping Roxy save her. She's never liked Moon much. He's a little too creepy for her taste. Even if the whole Pizzaplex is looking pretty creepy right now. 

"Yep! Cassie took care of that earlier. She's so brave!" Helpy says with a hint of admiration. 

"I guess I'd better get on with this, then." Throwing caution to the wind, Roxy knocks on the daycare's door. When there is no immediate answer, she bangs harder. Where could Eclipse be? 

"Sheesh," a voice calls from within, "gimme a minute. The daycare opens in just a few hours and there's still so much to do!" 

"Eclipse, please - this is important," she replies, giving the door another rattle. She debates telling the attendant it is unlikely the daycare will open again ever, let alone in a few hours. It doesn't seem that important, though, right now. 

"Hello, Roxy," Eclipse's head pops through the doors, "are you here to help? I bet if we put some of this junk on one of your racecars we could -" 

"Actually… I need your help, Eclipse," Roxy interrupts, practically shoving Cassie at him. 

"Oh. Oh my stars, what happened to you, little girl?!" Eclipse asks Cassie. "I told you it wasn't safe here!" 

All he gets is a moan in reply. 

"Please, you know first aid. I know you do! You have to fix her." Roxy insists. Eclipse stares at the small girl for a moment before bursting to action. 

"Emergency, emergency! Injured child! Call an ambulance! Contact the hospital right away!" 

Roxy isn't sure who he's talking to (if anyone), but she agrees. An ambulance for Cassie is exactly what they need. She follows Eclipse into the daycare and over to the reception desk, where he proceeds to pull a corded phone out of… somewhere and presses some buttons. They both wait eagerly for some sign that a call has gone through. Eclipse cocks his head and fiddles with the phone. It emits a dull tone, then goes silent. 

"Well. That's not good."

"The phone line has been disconnected." Roxy isn't asking. Eclipse nods. 

"The phone line has been disconnected, and I'm beginning to think the daycare hasn't been open for quite some time."

"It hasn't," Roxy confirms, "the whole place has been shut down ever since the earthquake. How did you miss that?" 

"I-I don't know? It doesn't matter right now. This little girl needs us!" Eclipse reminds her pointedly. 

"You're right. What do we do?" Roxy asks, hoping he'll know. He scans Cassie with glowing eyes, then nods decisively. 

"My programming only covers basic procedures like stitches and setting broken bones," The daycare attendant says. 

If those are considered basic, Roxy wonders what paper cuts and bandaids count as. 

"I should be able to fix her head injury if you help me gather supplies. But… The rest of her might be a little more tricky…"

"Just tell me what you need," Roxy says. She'll do pretty much anything. 

~~~~~~

Roxy holds Cassie's limp hand as Eclipse ties off the final stitch. They've used an unhealthy amount of antiseptic from the stash of supplies Eclipse keeps in his room and forced a few pain pills down her throat. Her face looks better, now. Not perfect, but better. The rest of her, on the other hand? Not so much. 

"She should heal up in a few weeks," Eclipse announces, "so long as she keeps her face clean and gets plenty of rest for that concussion."

"What are we gonna do about…" Roxy gestures at Cassie's other injuries. 

"Don't get mad-" Eclipse starts.

"Why would I get mad?" Roxy asks indignantly. She's not the one with anger issues - no way. That's Monty. Definitely. 

"I don't know if I can do anything more to help her."

"What?! No!" Roxy growls. She begins pacing. She's always found that to help her when she's processing. "Are you seriously giving up?" 

"Her leg is shattered, Roxy. She may never walk again. And her arm is impaled with little bits of rebar in multiple places. And she's already lost so. Much. Blood. The phones are down and the daycare is closed and I don't know what to do!" Eclipse is practically hyperventilating. Roxy pauses. Maybe she's been a little too hard on him. He's tried his best, after all. And he's kept it together a lot better than she has up til now. 

"I know. You're right. I'm sorry." Roxy says, putting a paw on Eclipse's shoulder. "I'm not good with losing situations."

"You really aren't," Eclipse agrees. 

They slip into  a quiet vigil, both watching the unconscious girl. Occasionally one of them will share a "What if?" but nothing seems to solve their problem. Neither animatronic would last long outside the Pizzaplex, and even if they did, they have no idea where the nearest hospital is. Killing Cassie and getting her ghost to possess a deactivated bot is a horrific idea for obvious reasons. Clearly Eclipse's time in the theater took him places Roxy would rather not think to deeply about if he thinks that's a viable option. 

"What if…" Roxy says, preparing for her newest bad idea to be shut down. 

"Yes?" Eclipse asks. 

"You know how we just… replace things on the bots when they break?" Roxy continues, hesitantly. 

"Yes?" Eclipse repeats, tilting his head. 

"What if we… Replaced Cassie's broken parts?" 

The daycare attendant stares at her. Roxy's pretty sure his eyes have gotten even wider than usual - if that's even possible. 

"That's-" 

"Crazy, I know," Roxy interrupts. 

"It might be crazy," Eclipse acknowledges, "but it might just be our best shot at getting her through this."

[delicioushottubpeanut]

♡ babysitter

oneshot - inspired by that one edit

fandom: five nights at freddys (movie)

paring: mike schmidt x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, dry humping, sexual tension, kissing, friends to lovers, cumming in pants, submissive mike, foul language, teasing, smut, riding, dom reader, consensual sex, age gap, minors dni..

You've heard a lot about him from Abby, mainly bits and pieces that she's told you, but nothing really about him and the only thing he really says to you is that he's eventually going to pay you back. But you always refuse.

The old couch squeaks softly as he sits beside you, a gentle hand goes to reach your face but hesitates.

He’s been very busy for a while now that he has started his new job at a security guard that was shut down ages ago. When he comes home he's always so tired, like he's a different person. As if he cannot relax. You hear the door open and slam back as it he closes it.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come back.." You whisper, groaning whilst you move out of the position you had been in for a while. Yawning as you gently wipe your eyes.

Mike looks at you, half-smiling as he leans against the cushions. He's tired, you can tell. "Sorry if I woke you, you looked exhausted, so I just wanted to cover you," he whispers back, stretching his arms. "Did Abby go okay for you?" he asks.

"I told her it's bedtime an hour ago, but you know how it is with little ones." You joke.

"Abby was great, she missed you, though.." You smile sheepishly, shifting on the coach to face him. "How was work?" You ask, seeing the slight bags under his eyes.

Mike chuckles softly, leaning his head back and letting out a deep sigh as he stares up at the ceiling.

"It was long," he sighs. "I mean, I've gotten used to it, of course, but god, it's draining..." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, looking off to the side and fiddling with his fingers, trying to find the right words to explain what just happened at work. He seems hesitant to say.

"You okay? You can talk to me if something is bothering you." Hesitantly placing your hand on his shoulder, slowly forcing him to look at you. You've known him for years due to babysitting Abby, but he's never opened up.

"Well... it's just..." Mike sighs again, still not meeting your eyes. "...Abby asked me some questions about stuff today."

He rubs the back of his neck, shifting in his seat as if he's about to say something and then thinks better of it. He leans back against the coach, letting out a frustrated grunt as his eyebrows pinch in frustration. "I... I just can't tell her."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You whisper, staring at him, waiting for a response.

Mike's face softens a little, looking over at you before he sighs, shaking his head. "It's nothing. Abby asked about the job, and... well, it got me thinking..." He shrugs his shoulders again, still looking off to the side.

"Look, I'll tell Abby about it myself, I don't... I shouldn't put it on you..." He sighs one again, staring at the floor.

"If you need me, don't hesitate." You place your hand on his thigh, squeezing it for reassurance. Gaining confidence, you slowly move your body off the couch and sit on his lap.

"Oh..." Mike says quietly, his face turning bright red as you place your hand on his thigh. He looks down at you, his expression of uncertainty on his face changing as his eyebrows rise.

He's speechless, frozen in shock at your touch, and his entire face is practically bright pink. He's suddenly a lot warmer, his chest heaving as his heartbeat picks up speed. "... Y- you're..." he says with the last of his breath, his brain having trouble finding the right words to say.

"Is this okay..?" You grind against his lap, whispering against his ear.

"Shit..." He stammers, his brain desperately trying to process what you're doing. He looks confused, his eyes drifting down to you as his mind races.

"What... what are you... n- no, it's... we can't..." Mike stutters, trying to find a way to reject you. But the longer you're in his lap, the harder it is for him to say no.

"Just relax, Abby is fast asleep in her room.." You grind harder against him, using your index finger to tilt his chin up, making eye contact when you suddenly hear him whimper.

"T- this isn't the time..." he mumbles in response, his eyes closing at the sensation and his whimpers becoming more noticeable.

"W- we shouldn't be doing this..." he whispers, his arms hesitating in the air for a moment before they eventually wrap around your waist. He's still torn between going along with it or saying no, his heart racing as he gazes at you.

"Beg for me to continue." You stop moving your hips, feeling his arousal throb against your ass. Wanting to see how he would react.

"P- please... God.." he whispers, the breath catching in his throat and his voice turning raspy.

He looks at you, his eyes pleading, his body quivering under your control. His heart is pounding out of his chest. He swallows, looking up at you as his entire body screams for you to keep going while his mind fights back.

"You can do better than that.." You tease, breathing against his neck, gently creating bruises as you feel his slightly breath hitch.

Mike whimpers loudly when he feels your bites, his muscles tensing as he tries to relax.

"H- I- please, don't stop..." he murmurs hoarsely, sounding completely different than you've ever heard before. He whimpers again, his head tilted back as he tries to hide the pleasure in his face. He can't believe what he's doing, but he can't turn away.

"Good boy.." Slowly reaching to take off your top, revealing your covered breasts as you start to grind against him, pushing your panties to the side, creating a wet spot on his jeans.

Mike looks down at you, taking in the view as your top is removed, his face getting even pinker as his heart races.

He swallows nervously in response to your wetness, his eyes trailing down your body before they eventually turn back to your face. His cheeks are bright red, his breathing heavy as he glances back down at you, looking into your eyes as you look into his. He takes a long, drawn-out breath, his entire body quivering with anticipation.

"Just take what you want, Mike, no one is stopping you.." You tease, eagerly watching his reaction.

"I- it's..." Mike starts to say, but he can't say no to you, not right now. He leans back, pushing himself deeper into you like he can't help himself, the breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sensation. His eyes are closed as he tries to ignore his own morals.

His eyes snap open, his lips parted as he whispers, "More.."

"You close?" Whispering seductively, moving harder as you feel your climax coming fast.

"Oh, god..." Mike breathes out, his face red, and his eyes roll back into his head. He moans, bucking his hips up against you, feeling himself come close to release as he cums in his pants, feeling you come down from your high.

[madychi]

… okay I can’t explain this one chief-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58214944/chapters/148236853

[schmidtsbimbo]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride

[wallylake]

I'm tired, found that post on pinterest and felt silly. Enjoy

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