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Hoping the Old Still Works with the New [TSAMS]

Summary: With everything that's been happening, Moon is understandably stressed and angry. So Sun suggests something that he used to do with the old Moon as a way to calm him down. It...well, it works, though with MUCH different reactions than the old Moon would've had (obviously).

Words: 4378

hello-I come to bring you another tsams tkl fic!! this time with the classic brothers! had this idea for a while after i saw the hcs Sunset sent me hsfjhsf (hi by the way Sunset! :D) this one's a little shorter than I'm used to, but hope it's still good!

anyways, enjoy!

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It was no secret to anyone around him that Moon was stressed. Stressed, irritated, and tired would all be accurate descriptions of him at the current moment.

Stressed due to the paranoia that another villain would come and kidnap one of his family members, irritated that there were still villains around to kidnap his family members, and tired because he had been focusing so much energy on keeping his family safe that he hadn’t had the chance to sleep. 

So yeah. Maybe he wasn’t the most pleasant person to be around at the moment. And maybe he was about ready to tear the hat from his head and rip it apart from pure frustration. Buuut then he’d have to ask someone to fix it and he didn’t want to bother Earth (or Solar, since he heard that the sun-based animatronic had recently picked up sewing). Everyone already had too much going on and he didn’t want to cause such a trivial problem.

Moon finally turned off the camera footage that he had been playing on loop in his head for some kind of hint as to how Eclipse did…anything! Everything that surrounded the supposed-to-be-dead villain was shrouded in a mystery that he was slowly losing patience in solving.

He sighed roughly from his place at the plugin area. He had kept himself plugged in while he was searching the footage so he wouldn’t accidentally bring himself down to a dangerously low percentage (he honestly wished Solar did the same sometimes). He then unplugged himself and stepped away from the wall, stumbling a little.

God, he was tired.

Despite the fact that the action was pointless for a robot, Moon yawned and stretched slightly. He blamed that odd quirk he had on the fact that he was originally the nighttime attendant and probably had some weird ‘sleepytime’ programs built into him. Though, if he was reset then wouldn’t that have reset as well? No, then that would mean that he wouldn’t have been able to speak when he ‘woke up’.

Moon groaned loudly and pressed his palms into his eyes. He was definitely spending too much time on analysis. Now he was analyzing the programming he should already have an adept understanding of.

He should probably sleep.

But he had to keep looking.

But he was tiiireddd.

Both his stress and his exhaustion were battling over his choices for a good few seconds before the war ended up brewing even more frustration. And he couldn’t just transfer his work-in-progress to Solar, not since he became more aware of just how much his newly adopted family member had been putting on himself. Besides, it wasn’t like Moon had much ‘progress’ to begin with.

Still, he felt like he had to do something. Even if he also felt like curling up on the floor right then and there and passing out. Even if that also wouldn’t work due to the amount of stress and anxiety and anger brewing up in his chest.

Moon groaned again, loud enough to where it bordered on a scream. He didn’t know what to do.

“Uh-”

Moon quickly turned around to face the entrance of the room.

Sun was there, hands held up with his fingers curled slightly inwards as if to…well, Moon didn’t know what exactly, but it was a motion reminiscent of how one would look when trying to calm a wild animal. And–oh. Right. Moon probably sounded pretty angry there. Which…wasn’t inaccurate, to be fair.

Still, this was his brother. And Sun had already talked to him a couple times on where to direct his anger. And the last person Moon wanted to direct anger at was his twin. 

So he just inhaled and exhaled once (simulated, of course), hoping that would release some of the tension in his body. “Hi,” he greeted simply, still sounding tense. So the breathing thing didn’t work. Great.

“Hey,” Sun greeted back, hesitant as he usually would be when Moon was angry. “Are you…uh…are you okay?”

Do not be sarcastic. Do NOT be sarcastic. Do not snap. Do not snap. This is SUN. You promised you wouldn’t snap at him again. Moon took another deep ‘breath’. “No. I’m not. I am tired and I am stressed.”

“Yeah…I think we’re all a little…that,” Sun responded, hesitant still. “With everything that’s been going on, it’d be…kind of hard not to be that.”

“Yeah,” Moon replied shortly. He sighed and held a hand to his face. “Did you need something?” He honestly hoped the other didn’t. He didn’t know if he could handle any extended interaction.

“Uh, well…we do kinda have to record a video…” Sun said quietly (or as quietly as he could).

Moon couldn’t stop the loud, aggravated groan that escaped him at that. It wasn’t that he disliked playing games with his brother or anything. He just did not have the patience to record a video while remaining relatively calm. “Can’t we just…put out a pre-recorded one? Or–I don’t know–do one of those compilation videos?” he asked in a strained voice.

“Well, uh…I think we still have the rest of our Help Wanted playthrough? If you’d…rather just give that to our editor…” Sun told him, fidgeting with his hands.

“Please,” Moon practically growled out. “Because I really don’t think I can record today.”

“Yeahhh…I can-I can tell,” Sun commented, sounding more like acknowledgement than anything else. “And uh…what about you?” he asked suddenly.

“What about me?” Moon questioned, blinking slowly.

“Did uh–did you need anything?”

“A nap. And a break. Either one of those would be fucking lovely,” Moon responded honestly.

“Yeah…” Sun agreed. “Uh-” he started as if to say something, then abruptly cut himself off.

“What. What is it?” Moon asked roughly, then made a sound like he was sucking in air through his teeth. “Sorry. What is it?” he repeated a little more softly.

Sun hesitated before seemingly trying to continue what he was originally going to say. “I mean, I’m pretty sure a nap wouldn’t hurt? I-I mean, I know you have…stuff to do, but-uh…” He rubbed the back of his faceplate. He seemed to have more he wanted to say but for the moment, he wasn’t speaking.

So Moon decided to speak, starting with a sigh. “I don’t think I even can take a nap right now. I am stressed, Sun. Really. Fucking. Stressed.”

“I know that!” Sun snapped slightly, holding up his hands again. “I just–okay. I…I have an idea to…I guess help both of us with that? Kinda? Mainly just you…” he mumbled. “I don’t exactly know if it’ll work though…”

“Brother, listen,” Moon said as he walked over to his twin to place both hands on the other’s shoulders. “I am open to anything at this point.” Okay, maybe he really wanted a fucking break. “At this point, I think it would be better anyway if I took a break,” he admitted, even if several other parts of him screamed to get back to work.

“Right…okay,” Sun mumbled, backing away slightly so Moon would remove his hands. “Uh…you wanna do it here or…?” He looked around the dilapidated room.

“Depends on what it is,” Moon responded, letting his arms drop to his sides. “Is it something we need to sit down for?”

“Kinda? Yeah, actually…” Sun told him, folding his hands over each other. “Is uh, is that room still…good?” He pointed at the curtained area that covered the tunnel leading to Moon’s old room.

“I think so. Solar says he sleeps in there. Though–” Moon sighed. “Chances are he’s not in there. It’s not like it’s anyone’s room anymore anyways.” He wasn’t even sure what it looked like anymore. “Whatever. It should be fine.”

“Right. Uh, let’s go in there then. And hope it has a mattress or something.”

“It should.”

With that exchange of words, Moon walked over to the curtain and pulled it back to reveal the tunnel hiding behind it. Then he gestured for his brother to enter, which he did, followed by the former nighttime attendant.

The inside of the room…actually hadn’t changed much. It was surprisingly still considerably lit and the mattress, among other softer items, were still in decent condition. 

“Huh. I was…honestly expecting this to be a lot more destroyed,” Sun commented.

“Mhm,” Moon hummed shortly, sitting down on the mattress without much thought. It didn’t even creak. “So…are you gonna do some kind of hypnosis or something? Did Earth teach you anything?”

“Uh, no, not really. You’re the one who has the hypnosis feature anyways…” Sun admitted, following his brother in sitting down.

He did? “I do?” Moon questioned, dropping his annoyed tone for the first time to make way for a genuinely confused one.

“Yeah? You didn’t-did you not know you have that???” Sun asked incredulously, moving his head in a way that suggested he would be emoting utter bafflement if he could.

“No???” Moon responded in a question. “I have a hypnosis feature???”

“Yes??? How else do you think you were supposed to get some kids to sleep?” Sun asked him as if that was a normal thing to say.

Moon shook his head slightly. “Wow. Okay. Fazbear really does not like children.”

“I don’t know what you were expecting from a company that puts caffeine into children’s candy,” Sun said blankly.

“No, that’s fair.” Honestly, Moon was wondering why he was even surprised in the first place.

“I’m also surprised you didn’t know about that sooner.”

“Well, if you haven’t noticed, things have been a liiittle hectic lately.” Ah, there was the anger and stress.

“Right…” Sun paused before shaking his head. “Anyway, uh…right. The thing. Um, so…this is something I used to do with…the old you.” Moon could feel both of them get a little more tense from the mention of the previous Moon. “Not that I’m-! I’m not trying to say that this’ll work on you because you’re…Moon, I just-I don’t know. I thought that it could work? Maybe? It helped with…the old Moon when he was stressed…”

Moon could see that his brother was starting to get a little frantic in his ramblings, so he pushed down his annoyance and gently placed his hand on the other’s shoulder. “Sun. Hey.” He waited until his twin looked up at him. “I said I was open to anything and I still am. So. Go ahead. Besides, if it could calm down that prick, then who knows? Maybe it’ll work.” He tried to be lighthearted in his words, but unfortunately, annoyance and lighthearted didn’t go well together. He just hoped Sun understood.

Sun hesitated then sighed and held out a hand. “Alright…okay, uh, can you give me your hand?” he asked suddenly.

Moon decided not to question the strange request too much. He was still gonna question it though. “Okay…wwwhyyy?” He gently placed his hand on his brother’s outstretched one, removing his other hand and letting it sit on the mattress.

Sun then turned over Moon’s hand so his palm was facing upwards. “Well, when my-the-the other Moon was stressed, sometimes he would…uh, he would ask me to trace around on his palms. He said it was calming so…maybe it’ll work for you?”

And Moon…had no idea that was even a thing with the old Moon. He had assumed that not everything was recorded and uploaded to the channel, so he wasn’t expecting to view every little detail. But he would have expected maybe a small implication or mention–actually, never mind. With how closed-off the old Moon was, he probably shouldn’t have expected something this affectionate to have any sort of mention if the old him could help it.

“Uh…y’know what? Sure.” Plus, the confusion was helping a little already. “Go ahead.”

“Alright.”

Then Sun started gently tracing a finger around on Moon’s palm, just as he said, starting in the center and creating a soft, spiraling motion.

It would’ve been nice (and it…well, it was), however, Moon didn’t account for the sudden ticklish sensation he would be experiencing. He gave a full-body flinch, holding back a barrage of raspy giggles that threatened to escape. “I-It t-” he tried to say, only to hold onto his metaphorical breath when Sun smoothly ran his finger around to trace a single line across the center of his palm.

“What?” Sun asked, not pausing in his tracing motions.

Moon tried speaking again, squirming slightly and feeling his fingers twitch as Sun began running his finger back and forth in that same line as if it were an idle motion. “Itststststs-” He held a hand over his smile even though that did absolutely nothing to muffle anything as he let out a sprinkler-like laugh.

Even though Sun had definitely noticed the action was tickling Moon by this point, he still didn’t stop. “What? What is it?” While his tone sounded fairly concerned, it was clear from the way he curled his finger to scritch lightly at the center of Moon’s palm that he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Iihihihit tiHIHIHIckles!” Moon was finally able to get out, turning his head slightly and trying to hide as much of his face as possible with his hand.

“Oh wow. Really? I had no idea!” Sun exclaimed in a show of over-exaggeration and it was like his usual stutter-filled mannerisms had completely vanished.

“Yeheheah yohohohou dihihHIHID!” Moon tried to sound accusatory but the spiked giggles did not help convey that tone for him at all. And then Sun started gently dragging four of his fingers in individual, circular strokes across the whole of his palm. Then it was like Moon couldn’t stop the giggles from leaving his voicebox. “Yohohohou knohohohohow whaHAHAHAt yohohou’re dohohoing!”

“Hm, no, I don’t think I do. Would you mind telling me, dear brother? That should be easy for you,” Sun teased while giving off an air of faux casualness. Though the complete casualness was practically lost as he kept up his tickling motions.

“YohohoHOHOHOU-” Moon tried to say, laughter overtaking the insult he had on his metaphorical tongue. Then he almost ripped his hand away when Sun switched back to scritching at his palm, taking on more of a scribbling technique, keeping his fingers’ range short but rapid in motion. Moon could tell Sun definitely had a bit of experience with this because it tickled like all hell. He even started kicking his feet slightly while the rest of him started squirming more violently. “NAHAHAHAHAHA!! SUHUHUHUN!!” How the FUCK did this tickle so much??? He could feel his face being exposed once more as his body movements became more uncontrolled.

“Yes? That’s my name, dear brother,” Sun responded simply. If he could smile any wider, Moon was positive that smile would’ve taken up his brother’s whole face. “Hmmm, you still haven’t told me what I’m doing. You’ve only said my name and nothing else!” 

“ThahahaHAHAHAT’S BECAHAHAHAUSE YOHOHOHOU’RE TIHIHIHIHICKLING ME!! AND YOHOHOU KNOHOHOHOW IHIHIHIT!!” Moon finally forced out before his laughter could completely take over his vocabulary. Even though he wasn’t embarrassed by the concept itself, it was still flustering to say the action out loud. So once again, he turned his body and head away as much as he could while holding a hand over his face.

“Oh! Wow! That must’ve been why you said you were being tickled! It was me all along!” Sun exclaimed as though a big revelation had been placed upon him. And while he did, he changed tactics once more to lightly tracing the outer area of Moon’s palm with a single finger, which somehow tickled more. 

“YEHEHEHEHES! Of cohohohohourse ihihIHIHIT WAS YOHOHOHOU!” Moon responded, the volume of his laughter going up and down depending on what part of his palm Sun was tickling. Giggles spilled out from his voice box when Sun neared the center of his palm and louder laughs were earned when the gentle, tracing motions traveled to the ‘outer rim’ of his hand. “Dohohohon’t plahahahay duhuhuhuHUHUMB!!”

Sun gasped like he had been personally insulted. “Well! How was I supposed to know I was tickling you when you weren’t telling me? Sounds like a you problem, brother of mine.”

“Dohohon’t puhuhuhut the blahahahame on mEHEHEHE!! Thihihis wahahahahas yohohohour ideheHEHEHEhea!” Moon accused–or tried to. Again, the constant shift of giggles to louder laughter made it very hard to convey any other tone besides playfulness or flusteredness. It also didn’t help that Sun had realized this little fact of him having more ticklish parts of his palm and began making squiggly lines all around his palm, getting both the milder and more ticklish spots all at once.

“Well, yes. Yes, it was. Buuut I also don’t hear you telling me to stop, sooo-” Sun made a cocky lip-smacking sound. “Y’know, I guess I have to continue,” he continued to sass his brother. “Since you seem to like this so much.”

“I dihihihihihidn’t sahahahahay thAHAHAHAT!” Moon protested immediately, squirming just a little too much to make it comfortable for anyone to hold onto such a small part of him. It was then that he felt his brother shift to hold his arm under his own, leaving it at the mercy of Sun’s continuous tickling. “Waihehehehehehe-”

“Whaaat? You were moving around too much!” Sun defended, somehow sounding even more smug. “I had to get this part of you to sit still somehow.”

Moon felt the squiggly motions continue and he felt like his body was copying the actions his hand was being subject to. How was it that such a small part of him could tickle so much and seem so easy to pull away but make him feel so unable to do anything??? “Ihehehehehe-nahaHAHAHAHA!!”

“I must say, brother, I quite like this little volume-adjusting spot you have! Look, I can just-” Sun stopped the indecisive squiggles and started swirling a cyclone in the middle of his brother’s palm.

“YOHOhohohou lihihihihittle-hehehehahahaha…!” Just like that, the louder laughs that Moon had been producing were reduced to giggling. He didn’t even know what he was saying at that point.

“And you get muuuch quieter! And then if I can’t hear you, I can just do this!” Sun continued as if he wasn’t reducing his twin to a wiggly string of laughter. As he spoke the last few words, he smoothly transitioned his finger to tracing a larger circle around the outside of Moon’s palm.

“NeheheHAHAHAHA!! SUHUHUHUHUN!!” Despite the gentler tickling, Moon felt his giggling spike back up to more frantic peals of laughter, kicking his legs out from the sides of his brother and messing up the blanket that had been laid out on the mattress.

“See! Prrret-ty cool little feature,” Sun commented casually. “I honestly wasn’t expecting you to react like this, so I’d say this is a pleasant surprise.”

Moon couldn’t say he expected this either. But he didn’t have anything left to offer but more laughter, quieting down as Sun returned to tickling the center of his palm. “Mmkekekekekehehehe…” He felt something more akin to a snicker interrupt his giggling, which just amused him and added an extra kick to his laughter.

“Did you just unironically do the ‘kekeke’ thing???” Sun questioned, sounding both flabbergasted and amused at the same time, letting out a small wheeze as he spoke.

“I cahahahahan’t cohohohohontrol thahahahahat…shUHUHUHUT UHUHUP!!” Moon suddenly burst out as the gentle tickling slowly traveled to the more sensitive parts of his hand. But also, his brother was laughing at him now! “StahahaHAHAHAP LAHAHAHAUGHING!”

“I dohohon’t think you’re in any position to tell me that, brother,” Sun responded, his own laughter peeking through slightly.

“Oh, shuhuhuhuhut aHAHAHAP!” Moon retorted, not that it had much effect. He felt his body start shaking a little more violently as it was over taken with frantic laughter and loss of control. He was practically curled up at this point with the squirming energy that had overcome his body now transferring solely to his kicking legs.

Eventually, Moon just…dropped the hand covering his face and bonked his head on his brother’s back. But he felt like he had to do something with his extra hand so without thinking, he just wrapped his free arm over his brother’s stomach region. Then he was just giggling into Sun’s back where his shoulder blades would be, shaking from laughter.

Then gradually, he felt Sun’s finger slow on his hand until it was completely still. “...uh, Moon?” he suddenly asked, sounding much less teasy than before.

“Whahahahat…?” Moon giggled out, still feeling the ghost tickles dancing over his palm.

“...do you need me to stop?” Sun questioned, slowly rubbing his own palm over his brother’s, perhaps to alleviate the remaining ticklish feeling.

Moon felt the shaking gradually cease alongside his giggles until he just had his face calmly shoved into Sun’s back while he tried to think up a response. He felt…tired, but a much better tired than he was feeling before. And…he felt…calmer. A lot calmer, actually.

…okay, maybe the palm thing had helped. Quite a bit.

But even so…

Moon grumbled into his twin’s back. “...can you keep going?” he asked, almost wanting to deafen his auditory units just so he couldn’t hear the response. He wasn’t sure what that would do, but he just knew he wanted to hide in general.

…he also realized that he was still hugging his brother, who wasn’t the biggest ball of affection, to be clear. So he straightened his back and lifted his head, unwrapping his arm from around Sun’s stomach and letting it lie by his side. “Sorry…”

Sun scooted forward a little, letting go of the former nighttime attendant’s hand momentarily to turn himself around. “It’s fine. But…you wanted me to keep going?” he asked again, holding his brother’s hand and positioning his own hand over it in a claw-like manner, teetering on the edge of being playful once again.

Moon grumbled again, pulling his nightcap over his face then wondering why he didn’t do that in the first place. It covered a lot more. “...yeah,” he confirmed. “But-!” His brother stopped his hand from ascending on the lunar-themed animatronic’s still-senstitive palm. “Somewhere else…? And not for too long. ‘M tired…” God, this was flustering.

“Gotcha,” Sun responded, releasing his twin’s hand and putting a hand to his chin as if he were inspecting a ware in a store. “Hmmm, now where-oh-where would my dearest brother like to be tickled next?...”

Moon groaned and used both hands to pull his nightcap completely over his face. “Oh, don’t say it like that, you little-”

“You asked for this!” Sun protested.

“After you suggested it!” Moon responded, lifting his cap to glare at his brother, though with no heat whatsoever.

“And you’re the one who wanted me to continue!”

And…Moon had no response to that, crossing his arms and grumpily looking away. He wished he could pout, but alas.

“Now. Hmmm…” Sun hummed, then raised his hand to his twin’s face. “I think I know the perfect spot! You said you were tired, after all…”

Oh. Wait. “Suhuhuhuhun-mehehehehehe…” Moon felt fingers gently drag along his crescent, wiggling slightly and swirling at random intervals. “Whihihihihy-ehehehe-” he giggled out, lowering his head and attempting to scrunch up his nonexistence shoulders. Neither of which helped alleviate the sensation.

“You said you were tired! And we both know this helps,” Sun replied simply, stopping his tickling for a moment so he could move to Moon’s side. Then he went right back to it, tapping his fingers lightly against his brother’s chin and adding some scribbling into the mix to restart the giggles.

“Thahahahat dohohohoesn’t mahahakehehehe-” Moon stopped to lightly shake his head, tightening his crossed arms and curling up slightly. “-ihihihit any lehehehess embahahaharassihihing…”

“Oh, I know that,” Sun replied immediately, sounding every bit smug about embarrassing his brother.

“Fuhuhuhuck yohohohou…” Moon tried to instinctually move his head away, but his twin’s fingers continued to follow him, so that was pointless. 

Sun didn’t pause once in his motions, but Moon flinched when he felt his brother’s other hand graze over his back. “GeheheHEHE-Suhuhuhun nohohoho…”

“Y’know, I could be incredibly mean to you right now, but I’m not going to. Aren’t I a great brother, Moon?” Oh, Moon could hear the smug grin in Sun’s voice.

“Yohohou suhuhuhuck…” Despite the threat of one of his worst spots being targeted, Moon still decided to be sassy in return. He knew Sun was just bluffing anyway.

Moon felt Sun continue lightly tickling his crescent, relaxing him further. Then a loud guffaw of laughter left him when he felt fingers quickly scribble at his back, then leave a moment later. “SUHUHUN!!”

“Like I said, I could be mean, Moon,” Sun reiterated his statement. “...but! I’m not going to. Because I’m nice.”

“Agahehehein, fuhuhuhuck yohohou…” Moon repeated boldly, giggling increasing directly after when Sun began rapidly scribbling at his chin, making him throw his head around to try and escape the feeling. 

“Screw you too.”

Then it was like the leak in Moon’s bag of energy enlarged and was now draining even quicker, because it wasn’t long until he felt his arms slowly uncross and his whole body start metaphorically melting. Then he fell backwards onto the mattress, so quickly that Sun didn’t have time to follow with his tickle attack.

“...Moon?” Sun asked, leaning over his brother and looking at his face.

Moon was still giggling slightly, but now his eyes were closed and it looked like he was veering closer and closer to the sleep he had so desperately craved earlier. It wasn’t long until the giggles peetered off into snoring.

Sun blinked. Well. That was fast.

Even though he was sure that Moon would not be waking up anytime soon, Sun slowly started moving to leave the room and let his brother sleep.

Then stopped when he felt something on his arm. Or rather, something around his arm.

He looked down at his arm to see his brother had…basically hugged it to his face and was using it as a fucking teddy bear.

Sun groaned as quietly as he could. Then paused and sighed, laying down next to his brother, turning his arm so the other could still hug it.

He was…most likely not going to go to sleep as quickly as Moon.

But…he felt a little calmer now at least.

[ticklish-touch]

Do you mind if I ask for the link to the five nights at Sunny’s fics? I tried to find them by scrolling but was unable.

Sure!! I'll link both versions.

Mina:

Nate:

They both have links to the other chapters!

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WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD THIS IS ADORABLE!!!! TOT

Ready! It was the first time I drew a comic book, so I could have confused something with the sounds)) For @gaia004 Part 2

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To Calm a Starshine

This is a fic with my OCs Zero and Inkling (intro post here) in FNAF security breach. For slight explanation, Inky is basically in a kind of simulation where he’s playing the game and Zero is a hologram in the world. He can’t interact with anything or anyone. Now, onto the fic 😅

Lee! Inkling, Ler! Sundrop

Warnings: slight panic attack ✨platonic✨

Enjoy!

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“Zerooooo!! I don’t wanna!!” Inkling whined as he stared down the colorful tube slide anxiously.

“You have to, darling!” The hologram of Zero encouraged from beside him. “You have to get down there and wait for Freddy like he told you to!”

“But— like this is obviously some kind of trap! There’s no way that there’s not some sort of animatronic down there,” the ravenette exclaimed while gesturing wildly to the daycare area down below.

Zero held back a giggle at his partner’s hysterical reaction, because yes— there was something down there. He’d both seen Dream play the game (much to the masked man’s dismay) and Zero himself had also played it.

“You’re being ridiculous Inky. Freddy wouldn’t send you somewhere dangerous. Just go down the slide!”

Inkling huffed exasperatedly before approaching the slide and going down it. After zooming through the colorful tube he slipped feet-first into a large ball pit. Hologram Zero was standing on the side looking down at the elf boy as he waded through the pit.

Suddenly a loud laugh echoed from above, causing Inkling to whip his head to face the noise. Up on a balcony stood a tall animatronic that looked like a jester with a sun for a head, who’s name was fittingly Sundrop. The daycare attendant then took a graceful swan dive into the ball pit.

“Holy shit!!! I need to get out—“ Inky began panicking and started to scramble towards the stairs that led out of the ball pit.

“HELLO!!” Sundrop popped up and scooped Inky up, holding him by the underarms. “New friend!! What’re you doing up so late? Are we having a slumber party?”

“ZERO!!!” The ravenhead cried in fear, kicking his legs frantically as the animatronic lifted him out of the ball pit and carried him to the center of the daycare.

“Inky calm down!!” Zero called, holding back his laughter.

When Sunnydrop set down the smaller man he immediately curled up in a ball on his side, shaking with quiet fearful sobs. This took both Sun and Zero by surprise.

“New friend, are you okay?” The tall animatronic asked, his voice significantly softer as he sat criss-cross next to the ravenhead.

Zero too knelt beside the boy. He wished he could hold him to comfort him, but the way the VR hologram system worked didn’t allow him to touch him.

“You okay Inky?” Zero repeated.

Inkling didn’t respond besides giving a feeble shake of his head. Sun turned to look at the eyeball-headed man worriedly for some sort of direction as to how to calm the elf boy.

Zero made a hugging and a head patting gesture, to which the daycare attendant nodded. “Hello Inky, may I touch you?”

He sniffed and nodded, and Sunny moved to gently pet Inkling’s back. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“Hey,” Zero whispered to get the animatronic’s attention. Sun looked at the eyeball man and the ladder held up his fingerless-gloved hands, wiggling his fingers slightly. The daycare attendant understood immediately and a smile grew on his face.

“May I hug you?” Sun asked Inky, who nodded slowly. He lifted the crying man into his arms and hugged him, the ravenhead’s tiny arms wrapping around Sun’s small waist.

They sat like that for a moment, Inkling’s hiccupy breathing quieting down to the occasional sniffle, until suddenly he flinched with a squeak. Nimble metal fingers wiggled gently against his side, and when he looked up at the animatronic he flushed red with a nervous smile at the large mischievous smirk that shone down at him.

“Did that tickle starshine?”

“N-nooo….”

Quickly Inky was flipped so his back was pressed to Sun’s torso and Sunny began to spider his fingers all over Inky’s tummy, causing the man to burst into hysterical giggles. Zero melted at the sight and watched on fondly.

“Ehehehe!! S-Suhuhuhunny!!!” Inky squealed as he felt the metal fingers travel up his jumper to tickle directly on his skin.

“Yes friend? What’s so funny?” He teased seamlessly.

“Ihihihit tihihihickles—!”

The daycare attendant gasped dramatically. “It does?! I had no idea!!” His evil fingers scribbled at the sides of Inky’s belly, which made the ravenette squeal and stamp his feet in ticklish glee.

“N-nahahahat thehehehere!!” Inkling cried, his face scrunched with a wide grin. “Suhuhuhunnyyyy!!”

“Not here? Not riiiiight here?” The animatronic’s spindly fingers slid just above the giggly man’s hips and gently pressed there, sending the poor elf boy into a round of silent laughter.

“PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Sun, be gentle. That’s Inky’s sweet spot,” Zero spoke up for the first time in the past five minutes, having noticed his partner’s stamina dwindling.

Sunny slowed to a stop and Inkling melted into a puddle of gasping breaths and residual giggles. The animatronic saw the boy’s face and noticed how the edges of his cheeks that weren’t covered by his thick black bangs were red and slightly wet.

The daycare attendant gently brushed back his bangs to see big beautiful icy blue eyes that were glossy and happy with almost-tears. He stared up at the Sun animatronic with a blissful smile and the robot almost melted himself.

“Feel better Starshine?”

“Yes, thanks Sunny.”

The two shared a hug for a few moments before the large doors to the daycare creaked open. Poking through the door was Freddy. His eyes landed on the two and he waved his signature jolly wave.

“I have to go Sunny. Thanks for the tickles,” Inkling said, standing and starting over to the bear animatronic.

“Bye new friend! Come back soon!”

Zero joined Inkling’s side in a blink and leaned down to the short man. “See? Told you it wouldn’t be that bad.”

“Oh shut up.”

[gvozdey-net]

Okay we all know about Ler!Moon. But what about Ler!Sun and lee!Moon? Sun tickles and lightly teases Moon and when Moon just like "I'LL KILL U" but blushing.......

[tickled-in-pink]

I swear to god ya'll, sunnydrop/moondrop being a gentle teasy ler has me w e a k

[smileheart110]

I love that!

late night posts from bae

@smiley-lee hey so i finished up that request for some lee!sunnydrop for ya >:3

i went a little silly and wacky with it, and i might just make it into a series~! you’ll see why once you read it! could be seen as romantic x reader or platonic, very sweet either way.

i hope you like it!

A SUNNY FIRST DAY (A FNAF TICKLE FIC)

Starting a new job was never exactly a pleasant experience. There’s the first-day jitters, the confusing paperwork, and after all that, there’s the awkward introductions you have to endure at staff meetings.

And here at the Pizzaplex, where you had unwillingly taken up a job as an engineer, you also would have to introduce yourself to the giant animatronic animals that free-roamed the property at all times of the day.

You’d been warned countless times that this job might be dangerous. Conspiracy theorists on the internet posted video and video nagging at your deepest fears. But these things weren’t really killers, were they? They probably couldn’t even think for themselves. They were programs.

The steel, shell of a body they inhabited just happened to be prime for feats of strength and stamina. That’s all. Why would anyone build a children’s attraction like this if it weren’t a hundred percent safe?

Well, either way, there‘s no backing out now.

You stand before the security guard, who you assume they must leave in charge at night as it was now only the two of you left after everyone else finished their shifts, waiting for whatever instructions you were to be handed.

Vanessa was her name, wasn’t it? You’d remember that. In case you’d need to scream it from another room while being brutally attacked by a killing machine.

“L/N.”

You jerk back to reality, shaking off the grim images and the looming sense of nervousness.

“Since it’s your first day, I think we should start you on one of the easier animatronics. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors- Some of the guys here can get a little weird at night. Snappy. But as long as we keep the lights on, I’m thinking starting you on the daycare attendant would be easy enough.”

Snappy? What’s that supposed to mean?

You nod anyways, slinging your bag of tools over your shoulder and checking your watch. It’s Fazbear themed, like everything else around here, and thankfully held maps of the winding hallways you were meant to navigate.

“Is he… in need of any certain repairs?”

“You could say that. The nap time protocol has been having some issues. But tonight I just want you to focus on checking internal wires and such. At least that’s what corporate said. They mentioned they would be sending out a patch of some sort to fix the bigger problems.”

Cool, you think. That couldn’t be too difficult.

“Now go, you need to get back before the end of the hour. Just call me on your watch if you need me. And if you hear anything suspicious, make a log of it. Just so corporate has a paper trail.”

Paper trail for what? God, does everything here have to be so cryptic?

You didn’t complain, though, instead speaking up with a short, “Sure thing.”

And with that, you head off into the thick of it.

The place was weird. Obviously. At the same time as it felt far too dark for your liking, there were still blinding neon lights on every surface. And none of them helped with navigating the maze-like structure. No signs, no guides. At least you have your watch.

After a moment of walking down endless halls, the decor starts to shift. Less bears, and more of this sun type character. As well as a moon. Considering how many posters litter the walls of their presence, you assume they must be the daycare attendant(s?).

You approach the entrance, your security pass getting you through with no issue. For a moment you considered taking the slide down, but that would probably result in a headache considering the size of it. It was built for toddlers, after all.

When you enter the large open room, the first thing you notice is the change in atmosphere. There are soft lights on the ceiling, and a simulated sky with fluffy cloud shapes across the length of the room. It was clear this was made for younger children, and you felt instant relief, as it was less harsh on the eyes compared to the rest of the pizzaplex.

You’ve barely stepped inside before a booming voice fills your ears.

“Oh WOW! Who might you be?!”

You turn on a dime, and from the nearest play structure you spot what you could only describe as a jester approaching you rather quickly. It has a face plate unlike any of the glamrocks- an unmoving sun shape, with solid white eyes. It looks pretty detailed, and you can tell the inner mechanics must have been pretty complex for it to move the way it currently was.

“Uh…. Y/N. The new mechanic. I’m here to give you a check up. I just started working here- are you the daycare attendant?” You ask hesitantly, not even sure if it would understand you, or if it was simply giving an automated call and response speech.

“Mechanic! That’s fun- are you gonna teach me a new trick? Update my sensors? Ooh! Maybe we can make me PINK!”

Ah. So it certainly knew what you were saying. So did that mean it was familiar with the idea of mechanics? Or perhaps these animatronics are far more sentient than you initially thought.

“Oh, I’m not here for anything big. Just to make sure you’re ready to open again tomorrow morning. You know, checking that everything’s in place and you aren’t getting rusty. Is that ok-?”

“Sure! Here, let me take your bag!” They scoop up the tools from your arms and skip off to what looks like a security station. You have no choice but to follow, though you do pick up a foam block by the edge of the play mat since you realize it would be pretty difficult to reach him considering his height.

Once he made it to the table, he hopped up much like a child getting a real check up. His legs kick back and forth as you step up, making him seem almost giddy, or restless. For a fleeting moment, you honestly think of it as cute. Especially with the way his head sways back and forth to the tune currently coming from the speakers above you.

“Thanks. Er, this won’t take long. I just have to make sure everything is in place I guess. They didn’t give me much of a checklist.” You reassure them, placing the block next to him so you could climb up to be level with his chest.

“Could you lift your head please? Oh, and retract these spikes, if you can. They look retractable, I mean, and it would be easier to reach under without them.”

“Of course!!”

Their head spins a few times, to your surprise, before the sun rays disappear into their form. Then you reach under the face plate ever so gently, feeling around for loose wires or anything that feels out of the ordinary.

You swear that you hear the attendant give a soft gasp, and you immediately pull away, worried something was wrong, “Shoot, did I hurt you-? Can you even… get hurt?”

They hesitate for once, a nervous laugh escaping them as they explain softly, “I’m ok! Please don’t worry- I- I just- it felt itchy.”

“Itchy? That’s probably not good. I bet you have some kind of built-in nervous system. That’s smart, but you might feel a little weird when I’m rummaging around in your endo. Sorry.” You say sheepishly, not liking the way he seemed to clam up.

He didn’t speak again, so you take it as a sign to keep going. You peer at the exposed wires across his back, up to where they disappear back under his shell. You gently trace along the shirt piece, pulling a wire by the front that seems to be out of place so you could check that there was no fraying.

This time, it seems much less like a gasp, and much more like a laugh.

You have to take a moment to compose your thoughts, before the realization hits you like a truck.

The animatronic is ticklish.

“Holy sh-“

“H-Hey there! We don’t talk like that in the dAYCARE-!” they whine preciously, and you can’t suppress the smirk on your face as you meticulously work the wire back into place just to make him stutter.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to tell me what to do.” You decide to take a chance as your hands stray down to his sides, right above the skirt-like fabric, and you gently scratch at the plating.

A sharp yelp emanated throughout the large room as he jerks upright, before bursting into a melodic yet pitchy laugh. Oh, that’s just not fair.

You laugh with them, not letting up in the slightest as his legs kick at the table, “This can’t be happening. You’re just too cute!”

A whirring noise picks up nearby, and you quickly register that it must be the fans by their core processor. In a way attendant had started actually blushing.

You decide to be more playful with the whole check up- since he looks much more happy now that things weren’t so clinical- and speak nonchalantly, “You know, I might have accidentally found a better way to do this… if I just tickle away at all your vulnerable spots I can figure out if everything’s in working order!”

He whines, before breaking back into giggles as you move up to gently scritch away at his stomach. By now you have abandoned standing in favor of kneeling on the surface of the desk behind him.

“Eehehee- N-New friend! Plehehease!”

“Please what? Please keep going because you’re so freaking adorable?” You ask, now rubbing lightly at his hips which makes him squeak. It sounds an awful lot like a mouse.

“Wow, you’re ticklish everywhere, huh? Maybeeee- here?” You switch to his upper back, where a human’s shoulder blades would be, and he wheezes.

“Jackpot! Now how about h-“

“NAHAHA-“

You startle when they suddenly jolt, and you realize that your hands have started to drift to where his wires were exposed under his arms.

“Ohhhh! So this is to warn you if any kid starts poking around in your systems, huh? That’s cool! And better for me!” You seem genuinely curious about his design, which only serves to fluster him even more.

“WAHAIT WAIT-!”

You decide to oblige and slow your tickles to a single finger on each hand, gently tracing swirls along his sides and back, “Hm? Wait?”

He’s still giggling as he slowly regains his ability to speak coherently, and he turns his head all the way around to look at you, which at any other time you would have found unnerving, “T- T- Tihickles!!! Tickles! Ihihit ticklessss-“

You snicker at how difficult it was for him to say the word, finally letting up, booping him on the nose, “That’s what I was going for, sunshine! Glad you get it!”

The fans picks up significantly by the sound of it, and you quickly become concerned as you scoot over to sit beside them again, “Gosh, you’re heating up pretty bad, aren’t you? Here, why don’t I just be verrrry gentle for a bit-“

You carefully take one of his hands in your own, using your other to trace the lines on his palm. Even the small action makes him burst back into bubbly laughter, though he doesn’t pull away. His legs go back to kicking excitedly, even as his arm twitches.

Finally, you stumble upon the obvious conclusion that he’s enjoying this far more than you thought. How sweet.

“Hm…” you hum, “How’s this then?”

He gives another whine, a glitchy effect coming over it, “I-It’sssss- It’s-“

You giggle and come to a stop again, raising an eyebrow, “-So gentle it is…? Because I’m going to have to give you another check up soon enough, and I think this is the perfect method~”

He freezes and gives a strangled “I- I-!”

Though before he can force restart, you jump at him, scribbling away under his arms as one last attack just to really throw him off, “I did say a bit, didn't I~?”

You don’t notice your watch ticking down to the last minute of the hour amidst their endearing hysterics, as you’re too focused on the way they keep their arms up for you despite the endless squirming. Your heart’s practically bursting.

Then, of course, the lights go out, and Sun powers down.

You gasp sharply, thinking you must have pushed him too far or broke him somehow. Though the glow of your watch catches your attention, which now displays the late time, as well as a concerned text from Vanessa.

Oops.

Well! No big deal. You assumed by Vanessa’s explanation earlier that this meant all of the animatronics went on low power mode for a bit to charge the ports. You would wait it out, then head back after finishing up with giggles over here.

So you tap on the messaging button to inform your superior that you’d be a little behind, not paying enough attention to your surroundings to realize that Sun was…. Gone.

A much more sinister laugh echoed around you, and when you look up, all that’s visible is the attendant, now in a completely different form.

A moon.

And this moon looks like it wants revenge.

[fluffy-lee-boa]

sunnydrop t-word headcanons because i love the bab so very much-

(btw my hc is that they go by he/they pronouns!)

because sun works with kids, they were given a simulated nervous system. this is to make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone by being too rough. -this also means he’s hysterically ticklish! the palms of his hands especially.

is not embarrassed at all by his lee moods and often times will go up to whoever he happens to like and just ask for tickles indirectly as he’s only flustered by the word itself. though if you tease him about it or compliment his laugh he will overheat anyways.

sunnydrop ABSOLUTELY LOVES t-word related games. their favorite by far is hide-and-seek where the price of losing is getting wrecked.

will do anything for reward tickles. to them it’s better than getting a gold star, which is saying something.

completely unpredictable movements when tickled, but he has yet to injure anybody despite how much he flails. he’s very careful amidst his hilarity.

exactly 50/50 in terms of being lee or ler.

when sun’s in a ler mood, he’s more mischievous. he uses his knowledge of the play structures to get an advantage in chases, will cheat in games, and sneak up on friends.

his hands are pretty much fully articulated, and they are the most killer tools you will ever face. he is the ultimate tickle monster, and will giggle along with his lee the whole time.

[ticklish-touch]

“I just LOVE this game, new friend! Oh, just look at how happy you are! I could do this aaalll night, hahaha~!” “Don’t you DARE make a mess, or you’ll have to be punished for twice as long~” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So apparently I decided that the four separate Sun & Moon TK pics I’ve been working on - with them targeting Nate and Mina from my fanfic, and with them on the receiving end of a TENS unit - wasn’t enough. So I took my self-indulgent need to be tickled stupid by these unhinged jester bots and turned it into something that everyone can enjoy  👍

[coy-lee]

[ticklish-touch]

Sun & Moon TK Headcanons

🌞 Sunny 🌞

As a Ler:

- Thinks ticklishness is absolutely adorable - Will coo and baby talk and dote on his playmate. Will also shower them with compliments about their cute laughter and smiling face - Don’t let his innocent nature fool you, he can be very sly and cheeky when discovering someone’s ‘weakness’. Especially if he discovers they enjoy the attention - Will use tickles as punishment if someone gets on his nerves or breaks the rules - Never wants to push someone too far with it; would feel terrible if he accidentally made someone upset with tickles

As a lee:

- Loves being tickled, even if he’s a bit embarrassed to admit it - Will suggest tickle-games to staff, or provoke someone into a tickle fight - Can take a surprising amount of punishment; will sometimes let his battery get depleted before he finally throws in the towel - Loud obnoxious squawking/honking/snorting laughter; it’s contagious and makes his Ler laugh along with him - Will beg and plead, but the moment you stop before he asks for mercy, “Why’d you stop??”

🌜 Moon: 🌘

As a Ler:

- Unabashed tickle monster, primarily toward staff and the other animatronics. Always looking for excuses to spring tickle-attacks. - Absolutely ruthless - Loves building up the suspense with a good chase or game of hide-and-seek first - Terrible tease; playfully bullies his targets about how easily they crumble, tells them he’ll tickle them all night long unless they promise to sleep; evil chuckles, occasional cooing - Tickles night staff half to death in hopes of chasing them away from the daycare, or exhausting them into needing to sleep - Typically will not stop until someone is pleading for mercy (or says the safeword) - Like Sun, will feel bad if he makes someone genuinely upset or panicked

As a lee: - Grumpy tsundere baby, will act offended; how dare you take advantage of his weakness - The cutest damn squeaky, wheezy laughter you’ll ever hear - Will cuss someone out and threaten them the whole time. But won’t make an effort to actually attack them. - Will very begrudgingly admit he had fun, before hiding his face in his hat - Can’t take as much as Sunny. Mostly because he’s not used to the physical attention/affection. - You’d better hope you exhaust him enough, or he will take immediate revenge~

[fluffy-lee-boa]

late night posts from bae

@smiley-lee hey so i finished up that request for some lee!sunnydrop for ya >:3

i went a little silly and wacky with it, and i might just make it into a series~! you’ll see why once you read it! could be seen as romantic x reader or platonic, very sweet either way.

i hope you like it!

A SUNNY FIRST DAY (A FNAF TICKLE FIC)

Starting a new job was never exactly a pleasant experience. There’s the first-day jitters, the confusing paperwork, and after all that, there’s the awkward introductions you have to endure at staff meetings.

And here at the Pizzaplex, where you had unwillingly taken up a job as an engineer, you also would have to introduce yourself to the giant animatronic animals that free-roamed the property at all times of the day.

You’d been warned countless times that this job might be dangerous. Conspiracy theorists on the internet posted video and video nagging at your deepest fears. But these things weren’t really killers, were they? They probably couldn’t even think for themselves. They were programs.

The steel, shell of a body they inhabited just happened to be prime for feats of strength and stamina. That’s all. Why would anyone build a children’s attraction like this if it weren’t a hundred percent safe?

Well, either way, there‘s no backing out now.

You stand before the security guard, who you assume they must leave in charge at night as it was now only the two of you left after everyone else finished their shifts, waiting for whatever instructions you were to be handed.

Vanessa was her name, wasn’t it? You’d remember that. In case you’d need to scream it from another room while being brutally attacked by a killing machine.

“L/N.”

You jerk back to reality, shaking off the grim images and the looming sense of nervousness.

“Since it’s your first day, I think we should start you on one of the easier animatronics. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors- Some of the guys here can get a little weird at night. Snappy. But as long as we keep the lights on, I’m thinking starting you on the daycare attendant would be easy enough.”

Snappy? What’s that supposed to mean?

You nod anyways, slinging your bag of tools over your shoulder and checking your watch. It’s Fazbear themed, like everything else around here, and thankfully held maps of the winding hallways you were meant to navigate.

“Is he… in need of any certain repairs?”

“You could say that. The nap time protocol has been having some issues. But tonight I just want you to focus on checking internal wires and such. At least that’s what corporate said. They mentioned they would be sending out a patch of some sort to fix the bigger problems.”

Cool, you think. That couldn’t be too difficult.

“Now go, you need to get back before the end of the hour. Just call me on your watch if you need me. And if you hear anything suspicious, make a log of it. Just so corporate has a paper trail.”

Paper trail for what? God, does everything here have to be so cryptic?

You didn’t complain, though, instead speaking up with a short, “Sure thing.”

And with that, you head off into the thick of it.

The place was weird. Obviously. At the same time as it felt far too dark for your liking, there were still blinding neon lights on every surface. And none of them helped with navigating the maze-like structure. No signs, no guides. At least you have your watch.

After a moment of walking down endless halls, the decor starts to shift. Less bears, and more of this sun type character. As well as a moon. Considering how many posters litter the walls of their presence, you assume they must be the daycare attendant(s?).

You approach the entrance, your security pass getting you through with no issue. For a moment you considered taking the slide down, but that would probably result in a headache considering the size of it. It was built for toddlers, after all.

When you enter the large open room, the first thing you notice is the change in atmosphere. There are soft lights on the ceiling, and a simulated sky with fluffy cloud shapes across the length of the room. It was clear this was made for younger children, and you felt instant relief, as it was less harsh on the eyes compared to the rest of the pizzaplex.

You’ve barely stepped inside before a booming voice fills your ears.

“Oh WOW! Who might you be?!”

You turn on a dime, and from the nearest play structure you spot what you could only describe as a jester approaching you rather quickly. It has a face plate unlike any of the glamrocks- an unmoving sun shape, with solid white eyes. It looks pretty detailed, and you can tell the inner mechanics must have been pretty complex for it to move the way it currently was.

“Uh…. Y/N. The new mechanic. I’m here to give you a check up. I just started working here- are you the daycare attendant?” You ask hesitantly, not even sure if it would understand you, or if it was simply giving an automated call and response speech.

“Mechanic! That’s fun- are you gonna teach me a new trick? Update my sensors? Ooh! Maybe we can make me PINK!”

Ah. So it certainly knew what you were saying. So did that mean it was familiar with the idea of mechanics? Or perhaps these animatronics are far more sentient than you initially thought.

“Oh, I’m not here for anything big. Just to make sure you’re ready to open again tomorrow morning. You know, checking that everything’s in place and you aren’t getting rusty. Is that ok-?”

“Sure! Here, let me take your bag!” They scoop up the tools from your arms and skip off to what looks like a security station. You have no choice but to follow, though you do pick up a foam block by the edge of the play mat since you realize it would be pretty difficult to reach him considering his height.

Once he made it to the table, he hopped up much like a child getting a real check up. His legs kick back and forth as you step up, making him seem almost giddy, or restless. For a fleeting moment, you honestly think of it as cute. Especially with the way his head sways back and forth to the tune currently coming from the speakers above you.

“Thanks. Er, this won’t take long. I just have to make sure everything is in place I guess. They didn’t give me much of a checklist.” You reassure them, placing the block next to him so you could climb up to be level with his chest.

“Could you lift your head please? Oh, and retract these spikes, if you can. They look retractable, I mean, and it would be easier to reach under without them.”

“Of course!!”

Their head spins a few times, to your surprise, before the sun rays disappear into their form. Then you reach under the face plate ever so gently, feeling around for loose wires or anything that feels out of the ordinary.

You swear that you hear the attendant give a soft gasp, and you immediately pull away, worried something was wrong, “Shoot, did I hurt you-? Can you even… get hurt?”

They hesitate for once, a nervous laugh escaping them as they explain softly, “I’m ok! Please don’t worry- I- I just- it felt itchy.”

“Itchy? That’s probably not good. I bet you have some kind of built-in nervous system. That’s smart, but you might feel a little weird when I’m rummaging around in your endo. Sorry.” You say sheepishly, not liking the way he seemed to clam up.

He didn’t speak again, so you take it as a sign to keep going. You peer at the exposed wires across his back, up to where they disappear back under his shell. You gently trace along the shirt piece, pulling a wire by the front that seems to be out of place so you could check that there was no fraying.

This time, it seems much less like a gasp, and much more like a laugh.

You have to take a moment to compose your thoughts, before the realization hits you like a truck.

The animatronic is ticklish.

“Holy sh-“

“H-Hey there! We don’t talk like that in the dAYCARE-!” they whine preciously, and you can’t suppress the smirk on your face as you meticulously work the wire back into place just to make him stutter.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to tell me what to do.” You decide to take a chance as your hands stray down to his sides, right above the skirt-like fabric, and you gently scratch at the plating.

A sharp yelp emanated throughout the large room as he jerks upright, before bursting into a melodic yet pitchy laugh. Oh, that’s just not fair.

You laugh with them, not letting up in the slightest as his legs kick at the table, “This can’t be happening. You’re just too cute!”

A whirring noise picks up nearby, and you quickly register that it must be the fans by their core processor. In a way attendant had started actually blushing.

You decide to be more playful with the whole check up- since he looks much more happy now that things weren’t so clinical- and speak nonchalantly, “You know, I might have accidentally found a better way to do this… if I just tickle away at all your vulnerable spots I can figure out if everything’s in working order!”

He whines, before breaking back into giggles as you move up to gently scritch away at his stomach. By now you have abandoned standing in favor of kneeling on the surface of the desk behind him.

“Eehehee- N-New friend! Plehehease!”

“Please what? Please keep going because you’re so freaking adorable?” You ask, now rubbing lightly at his hips which makes him squeak. It sounds an awful lot like a mouse.

“Wow, you’re ticklish everywhere, huh? Maybeeee- here?” You switch to his upper back, where a human’s shoulder blades would be, and he wheezes.

“Jackpot! Now how about h-“

“NAHAHA-“

You startle when they suddenly jolt, and you realize that your hands have started to drift to where his wires were exposed under his arms.

“Ohhhh! So this is to warn you if any kid starts poking around in your systems, huh? That’s cool! And better for me!” You seem genuinely curious about his design, which only serves to fluster him even more.

“WAHAIT WAIT-!”

You decide to oblige and slow your tickles to a single finger on each hand, gently tracing swirls along his sides and back, “Hm? Wait?”

He’s still giggling as he slowly regains his ability to speak coherently, and he turns his head all the way around to look at you, which at any other time you would have found unnerving, “T- T- Tihickles!!! Tickles! Ihihit ticklessss-“

You snicker at how difficult it was for him to say the word, finally letting up, booping him on the nose, “That’s what I was going for, sunshine! Glad you get it!”

The fans picks up significantly by the sound of it, and you quickly become concerned as you scoot over to sit beside them again, “Gosh, you’re heating up pretty bad, aren’t you? Here, why don’t I just be verrrry gentle for a bit-“

You carefully take one of his hands in your own, using your other to trace the lines on his palm. Even the small action makes him burst back into bubbly laughter, though he doesn’t pull away. His legs go back to kicking excitedly, even as his arm twitches.

Finally, you stumble upon the obvious conclusion that he’s enjoying this far more than you thought. How sweet.

“Hm…” you hum, “How’s this then?”

He gives another whine, a glitchy effect coming over it, “I-It’sssss- It’s-“

You giggle and come to a stop again, raising an eyebrow, “-So gentle it is…? Because I’m going to have to give you another check up soon enough, and I think this is the perfect method~”

He freezes and gives a strangled “I- I-!”

Though before he can force restart, you jump at him, scribbling away under his arms as one last attack just to really throw him off, “I did say a bit, didn't I~?”

You don’t notice your watch ticking down to the last minute of the hour amidst their endearing hysterics, as you’re too focused on the way they keep their arms up for you despite the endless squirming. Your heart’s practically bursting.

Then, of course, the lights go out, and Sun powers down.

You gasp sharply, thinking you must have pushed him too far or broke him somehow. Though the glow of your watch catches your attention, which now displays the late time, as well as a concerned text from Vanessa.

Oops.

Well! No big deal. You assumed by Vanessa’s explanation earlier that this meant all of the animatronics went on low power mode for a bit to charge the ports. You would wait it out, then head back after finishing up with giggles over here.

So you tap on the messaging button to inform your superior that you’d be a little behind, not paying enough attention to your surroundings to realize that Sun was…. Gone.

A much more sinister laugh echoed around you, and when you look up, all that’s visible is the attendant, now in a completely different form.

A moon.

And this moon looks like it wants revenge.