#plushie: Jessie

[griffinkid]

Christmas Eve tea party with the girls (and Lan, who is considered an honorary girl for the day)

Elsbeth thinks she's in charge, Elle is actually in charge, Jessie is serving the tea and poor Lan is just doing what he's told

You're all invited too 🫖

[im-not-a-l0ser]

Richie and Ruth have most definately gone as Jessie and James for Halloween.

[mooneater0-0]

My sillies been getting into the boys recently

[artsyxbutterfly]

Forced my friend to draw this tee hee <3

Was on a call annoying my irl friend and she wanted to draw something so i sent her this pic to draw of my plushies and my totally real child :p

SHE SAID ITS UGLY BUT I THINK ITS ADORBSSS <3

The baby is named Bertram btw 😍

[ursaribbon]

guys. guys

its 3am

i droo somfig

[phagogenetic]

really every lamb except lillian and gordon would love to have stuffed animals, particularly helen if it's a big one

[jessythebunny]

Daww a plushie of ma boi🎀❤❤🥹🥹

Guess what everybody? The world's most splendid red engine has just become the world's most splendid red plushie!!

I started making this James plush as a birthday present for my brother! And although I'm over two months late for the occasion (oops), I'm still glad to finally have this lad done ^v^

In terms of plushie features, the most notable thing is that the tender can be detached from the engine. I've also decided to put a coupling on the back of the tender which I've made to be comparable with any other train plushies I may end up making in the future.

In terms of plush construction, I should note that the baseboard is made of a block of upholstery foam I carved out, that way it'll keep its shape but still be squishy and huggable! Also, I used a thin sheet of acrylic foam for the cabin roof (but I'll probably use something else for the roof in the future since that thin sheet ended up warping at the edges and has a bit of a weird feel from the outside)

[tatstangles]

Etsy listing available in my shop

Check out this item in my Etsy shop https://www.etsy.com/listing/1319723694/jessy-inspired-amigurumi

[yamujiburo]

Imagine, After Ash got well with Jessie dating his mom, he ends up buying a Pikachu plushie for Jessie on her birthday, so that she can finally have the Pikachu she tried to catch during all those years

Hahaha someone actually made a comic about that a while ago!!

[griffinkid]

Spending the morning with Jessie

[runawaycarouselhorse]

I still have that 1999 Hasbro reversible Togepi plushie!!

[wosowrites]

Moose (Jessie Fleming x Reader)

warnings: none

prompt: in which the reader and jessie play for chelsea and before they leave for the world cup reader makes jessie a crochet moose which becomes the team mascot for canada.

a/n: based off this request here also a super short fic because i’m still broken.

You were not at all a crafty person. Jessie had grown up with a craft room in her house and she liked to paint, draw, and do artsy things to calm herself down like her mother had taught her. When you started dating a year into her contract at Chelsea, her calmness had rubbed off on you. You had always been a stressed out person and moving in with Jessie had made you into a much more relaxed and happy human. You would go on bike rides, hikes, make crafts, paint the house every time you got bored of it and do everything together.

However the only thing you started doing on your own was crocheting. Jessie had tried it but was never big on it, so all the spare yarn in the house went to you. You loved it. You were horrific at it however. Everything turned into little colourful blobs and your creations were constantly either too loose or too messy. That’s why, when you walked into the house one day and pulled out a beautifully crocheted moose with a Canada jersey on, Jessie was baffled.

For the past three weeks, you would escape to a café every day and crochet for about an hour before going back to your girlfriend. Jessie was not a worried person and as madly in love as you both were with each other, spending a small amount of time away from each other every day just made you closer. Some days you would tell her you were grocery shopping, other days it was a meeting with your agent, a hang out with one of your German teammates.

But today, Moose was finally done.

You finished him a week and a half before the departure of the World Cup and you were in Canada with Jessie and her family. It would make it harder to travel all the way back to Germany and then to Australia but you didn’t care. All you wanted was to be girlfriends instead of rivals for as long as possible.

At the dinner table that night, you picked up your glass and straightened up.

"Um, I’m not big on words as you guys have seen by now but I wanna say a couple words," you said.

Jessie’s entire family put down their cutlery and looked up at you. "I’m terrified for this World Cup. Like… horrified. It’s been four years since I’ve played a major tournament so far from you, Jess. The olympics are in one city so we can visit but in Australia… we’re constantly going to be flying around. So… I made Moose," you said.

From under the table, you grabbed a bag and pulled out the knit animal. He had a red and white swear and big old antlers. Jessie’s mouth fell open and a large smile cracked her freckled face. "I’ve been making him for weeks, and he has like… five half knit siblings that went wrong if you want them," Jessie laughed loudly and extended her hand to take the crocheted animal. "Baby… it’s perfect oh my god," she said, smiling down at the animal. "Klara taught me how to make him. That’s why I was always out for an hour or so these past weeks," You said.

Jessie hugged the plushy to her chest and then put it beside her plate. The brunette stood up and walked to behind your chair, wrapping her arms around your neck and squeezing you.

Elysse took a quick picture as Jessie’s parents raved over your new talent.

Over the next couple weeks, Jessie was seen carrying Moose during press, in the bus, around the city, at training, everywhere. She always had Moose. And if she didn’t, she had entrusted Christine Sabrina, or anyone else on the clamer side to take care of the little mascot.

After Canadas 2-1 win over Ireland, Jessie was interviewed and eventually, the subject of Moose came up.

"Is that a moose?" the woman asked, looking down at the plushie tucked under Jessie’s arm. The camera followed the reporters eyes and then went back up to the Canadian. "Yeah it is," she laughed shyly, holding up the mascot. "Is there a story benne that? I mean it’s been showing up everywhere. "There is, yeah. My… uh my girlfriend made it for me. She’s at the world cup and her friend taught her how to make it for me. We won’t be seeing each other for a while depending on how the games go so she said she wanted me to have a piece of her. It’s cute, and I didn’t think she was this artsy so it caught me by surprise for sure," Jessie said, shyly and gently.

The reporter awed over Jessie’s story but the midfielders brain was just full of images of you. She missed you so much.

That night, she called you and the whole Canadian team joined the call behind the vice- captain, thanking you for the mascot.

[queenendless]

💜❤️‍🩹Because You Live (Toji Fushiguro x Adult!Fem!Reader)❤️‍🩹💜

A/n: It finally happened ... wtf? Blame Sage's Rain on YT and his Toji video for making me feel so bad for Toji.

Its my first time writing just Toji stuff and it may not be the best but I got inspired and needed to put something out so there!

Also why is Because You Live by Jessie McCartney seems like the theme for Megumi's parents? Listen to it while reading this if you want.

Credit to yeagernx on Pinterest for these edited pins.

DON'T PLAGIARIZE, STEAL, COPY, TRANSLATE MY FANFIC CONTENT. REBLOG, LIKE AND FOLLOW INSTEAD PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

Toji's rough heart pounded against his sturdy chest.

In their small urban apartment family room, his giant burly form leaned against the archway as he peered down, his narrowed eyes softening at the sight before him.

The decent sized TV screen played lowly in the background, showcasing a random movie, serving as the only light he used to move through the room. The family room's floor was draped with comforters and blankets of the plush variety. Many fluffy soft pillows accompanied them. His two kids noggins used you as their personal pillow.

Tsumiki's cheek nuzzles your side as she squeezed her white dog plushie in one arm while Megumi was tucked against your other side as he pinned his black dog plush between you and himself.

You were on your back, your mouth slightly agape, as you softly snored, drool trailing down the side of your mouth.

Toji snorted out a dry chuckle.

For most of his life, he was the Invisible Man.

To topple the society that his family prided on to the point of abusing and torturing him over for not amounting to their standards and beliefs, he became the Sorcerer Killer.

After losing his wife; the first love of his life that made him believe he was worth so much more than what his family's hatred conditioned in him, he felt himself succumbing to those very demons of his former life.

Barely able to sustain a suitable life for his son; his blessed gift from his late mother.

Having a daughter now to add to the family bundle; her mother dumping her on him when she had the chance then bolted.

Taking any job he could to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table, stuck in a shitty neighborhood with no other options.

So how …

How did you wind up smack dab in the middle of it all?

From an infamous disturbed creep stalking and following his kids on their way home from school one afternoon to you reporting the incident before as his attempts to nab Tsumiki resulted in Megumi's shadow technique nearly swallowing the bastard alive when you knocked them out by a smack with that stray metal pipe you scrounge up by the litter around.

Tsumiki trusted you, feeling indebted to you for saving them. A skeptical Megumi didn't sense the same inkling of dread from you that the now arrested man had.

But when you saw Toji Fushiguro stroll up through the apartment door, he was a bit baffled to see you in their cramped living room, sitting on the floor while braiding Tsumiki's hair as she and Megumi watched anime on their small TV.

You were smitten by the giant burly man as you explained what occurred and the short version of your backstory.

Your father bailed on you and your mother recently passed away in her sleep, which forced you to sell the only home you've ever known. Wandering the streets with all you could take with you. Saving two kids you didn't know at all but knowing a monster when you saw one that day.

Toji offered you to live with them as thanks for saving his kids when he couldn't as well as in exchange for watching over them when he was out doing whatever money making task was available to him.

Why would he take a chance on you, a practical stray?

Well …

Obviously he had Shiu do a background search on you over the phone that very same day to double check your story. When it all does check out, he feels a bit of weight lift off his broad shoulders.

Plus …

He saw glimpses of his first love in you.

Even your smile gave him glimpses of his late wife. But you weren't her.

He thought no one could fill in the void she left behind.

Making it that much harder to live the simple life and raising kids that he felt was out of his element.

But at that moment, seeing your relieved overjoyed smile breaking out across your face when he said you could stay, it already began filling in the cracks his heavy heart bore.

He noticed the endeared affection you bore in your gaze for his rugrats as trickles of sunset hit your figure through the slips of the blinds and curtains.

He wouldn't admit it straight out at the start of this new journey, but you glowed like an angel.

Over time, as days turned to weeks then turned to months, those hard kept emotions within him became unbridled at the seams.

Walking his kids to and from school, making their lunches, cleaning up around the place, finding part time jobs here and there that helped pay the bills, being greeted warmly by you every time he came home, finding you winding down after tucking the babies to bed.

One late night of such endeavors leading up to it found him spotting you laying on the couch, partially awake to the sound of his heavy footsteps when you felt warmth overtake you as he kissed you tentatively on the lips.

Watching your e/c eyes fluttering open up at him made him want to press further. To feel you slowly, tenderly returning the kiss only drove him to get down on his knees as his burly arms wrapped around your waist, pressing his strapping chest against your soft chest, submerged in your sweet scent and you drowned in his overwhelming warmth.

Your hands weaved up those sculpted arms and brushed his nape to his shivering delight, your fingers curled through his hair, bringing his face in closer as your heavy sighs and flustered whimpers made the growling beast want to nip on those lips before his tongue clashed with yours, swallowing you whole.

In his once clouded, now desperate eyes, he didn't want to let you go. To him, you're beautiful, inside and out. Literally, the beauty to his beast.

“I want you, angel. Be mine.”

You could barely think coherently as you pulled away from those addicting lips of his.

“Only when you quit the gambling and get your act together. Help me find a better place to raise them. Be there for them … do it for them … please?”

Unlike Shiu's stern lectures on quitting his gambling routines because he was just that bad at it when it comes to luck, the way your pleading eyes and pouting lips made a long forgotten sensation rise in him.

The willingness to forsake his pride.

To do what was best for all instead of dwindling it all away.

What was best for his kids … what he wanted … if you wanted that too —

“Okay.”

His deep, breath stealing kiss made your toes curl and your form fit perfectly with his own as he laid down with you, moving about until he laid flat on his back with you splayed out on top of him on your tummy.

On that night, he gained a new light in his life, cocooning you in his brawny grasp, nodding off together on the couch.

In this cursed world, he had been giving a new blessing.

A second chance.

Flash forward back to the present.

In your new shared apartment; finding one with help from Shiu, in a safer part of the urban setting, just a stroll away from the kids school, and with a great view of the now starry sky.

Brushing back your loose hair strands, your quiet whimper at the sensation made him smirk before kissing your forehead. “Hey.”

You yawned a bit. “Welcome home.”

“Now what's going on here?” Toji asked as he grabbed the remote to turn off the TV.

“Slumber party. Fushiguro Edition.” You mumbled, knowing his superhuman hearing could pick it up.

Toji snorted before ruffling Megumi's head gently. "Ya want to get them to bed or …?”

“Too comfy … and sleepy … to move.” You quietly whined.

“Then make room for Papa Bear, Mama Bear.”

You giggled at his gruff response, cradling Megumi as Toji carefully lifted Tsumiki out of your grasp to lay her on his chest instead of having her crushed between you both. With his veiny giant hand resting on the small of her back and his other jacked arm wrapping around your shoulders to bring you flush against his side.

Seeing Tsumiki smile and snuggle into his chest made you softly cooed to which a blushing red Toji shushed you despite his grinning face.

“Go back to sleep, you.”

You leaned in to smooch the scar on the side of his mouth. “Night Toji.” Using his shoulder as your pillow now, you easily fell back asleep.

The moonlight trickled through the gaps of the curtains, serving as the only light now. Eyeing his small family in his hold, Toji felt himself unwinding, his sleepy head plopping against yours.

He pressed a drawn out kiss to your forehead, yawning as well, welcoming a good night's rest. With all of you.

“Night … Y/n.”

[tsamsheadcanons]

Ohhhhhhh~ i have many headcanon.

1: moon had Forced sun to eat glass before.(I know,terrible)

2: earth has a dairy that she wort everything that happened with her.

3:luner smells like mold that the family tried to force him to take a shower and end up doing WW3(bro go take a shower-)

4:sun and moon have plushie of eachother using it to comfort themself when being alone for long times.

5.:moon's stick name was Jessica or jessi("he loved it so much man-")

6: Sun a femboy (canon he have a skirt-)

7: solar loves sunflowers because it reminds him of his sun (he sees him as a mother he called him mom ones-

8:Nexus still care about the celestial family (his ass is not good it liyng)

There is more but I am tired as shit-

I love your headcanons!

[mickey-vaughan]

Jesse: It's between that and Foot Fungus... Or maybe Bob. Cause you give major 'Bob' energy. Jesse: For being, as you said, scholarly-inclined-for-the-details, you're sorely lacking in them. Jesse: They say that about everyone. Jesse: I can afford to order- I don't want to tip, that's the difference. I shouldn't have to. You go anywhere outside of the good ol' U S of A, and they'd take damn offense to it. Jesse: Why, cause you turned me in like a nark? Jesse: I notice you didn't deny it, though. Looks like you agree and as you should. Jesse:

Jesse: That's Sinclair the Dino, and that's Rex.

Hal: Is that going to be my caller ID?

Hal: Hot...

Hal: I'm not embarrassed. Food delivery drivers make the world go round.

Hal: If you can't afford to tip, you can't afford to order out.

Hal: I did. It broke the sound barrier. You'll be getting a call from the president any minute now.

Hal: Did you have that argument teed up, or do you regularly tell people how much you love dinosaurs?

[or13m]

Waking Dream (fnaf) Chapter 008

Well, this sucked...

You were stuck inside of Sun and Moon's room while Jessi was down in the daycare. It was her first day today and Sun was still worried that she might be able to see you. Foxy had tried to talk some sense into him for your benefit, but neither Sun nor Moon were willing to risk the possibility.

"Just deal with it fer one day, Laddie," had been the pirate animatronic's advice. He'd promised to come by later that night to try again, complaining to you that it wasn't a normal thing to see spirits so he didn't understand why the boys were being so stubborn.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm while you stared down into the play area. You were laying on your stomach on Sun's balcony. Only the top of your head would be visible if someone happened to glance up so you'd have plenty of time to duck out of sight. Your solar animatronic friend had already done so on several occasions in the past hour alone so you'd gotten pretty good at it. He'd catch you every now and then, of course, possessing much faster reflexes than you, but had only sent you a few worried frowns and some finger wags. Babysitting that new coworker of his prevented him from reprimanding you any further than that. It didn't stop him from muttering under his breath, though.

You snickered when you watched Sun's mouth moving the second Jessi's back was turned and his eyes snapped up to you. You didn't even bother to evade his gaze while the blonde pranced over to some boxes in the corner that had arrived earlier that morning. What you didn't expect was for his cable to come down and latch onto him. You scrambled out of the way as he sped up to the balcony, barely making it through the drapes before he touched down on the platform. Guess you had pushed your luck a tad too far.

"Cocoa!" he seethed, his normally loud and cheery voice now hushed and shaking with nerves. "We told you to stay in our room! It's too dangerous for you." His fingers picked at the ribbons on his wrists, the bells jingling softly. You watched him pace back and forth in front of the curtain, wondering why he didn't just come in and scold you face-to-face but then saw him glance down at where Jessi was unpacking plushies and putting them on the shelves near naptime corner. That coil of jealousy in your gut tightened, but you kept your mouth shut. This was no time to act like a child. In fact, there was NEVER a good time to act like one! You were an adult, for goodness sake! And Sun and Moon were not your toys that you didn't want to share!

"But why?" you asked, poking your head out so you could look up at him. He startled, but was quick to right himself and face you. "We could just say that I'm another worker or something if she sees me. I don't understand why you guys have to hide me. Even from the others. I'm a ghost, right? No one can hurt me?" You couldn't keep the questioning tone out of your voice at the last sentence. You were dead. You knew that. This nonsense from Sun and Moon about "staying in denial" was silly! Sure, it had been a shock when Moon had just blatantly stated that you had lost your life--which you STILL didn't know how that had happened--but it was weeks later and you were still here. Clearly, you weren't dreaming and living people don't just go around flying and phasing through walls.

'They haven't even grieved yet!' Moon growled in their head, making Sun flinch outwardly. 'They think they're fine, but that pretty image they built in their head is going to fall apart when reality slaps them in the face!' The lunar AI was distraught. They both were. Out of all the bots here, they were the two that were the most familiar with the concept of "I'm okay" but inside were a disaster waiting to happen. The others, at least, had been in a fog of either mind control or possessed by angry spirits, leaving them with only a partial awareness of what had been happening. The virus had taken its time with Moon, leaving him with excruciating clear-cut details for a good chunk of his period as a puppet for that nasty rabbit! Sun, meanwhile, had been stuck without any virus or spirit imprisoning him, but dealing with the aftermath of Moon's and the others' actions. He'd tried to protect the children, pretending that nothing was wrong, all the way up until the fire…

"It's not--you're not," Sun stammered, his servos heating up the longer you stared at him. 'Moony!' he cried out for help in their thoughts, but was, thankfully, saved by another.

"Sooo what do you do for fun, Sunbun?" the young woman asked from across the room, pulling the bot's attention back to her. Her voice easily carried up to where you were on the balcony. Whispers and soft-spoken voices may be difficult--if not impossible--to hear from so far away, but both Jessi and Sun happened to be the perfect level of "loud" to reach you.

"Please stay here, Sunshine," he begged before allowing the wire to yank him off the ledge and to naptime corner where Jessi was.

"Sunbun?" you repeated what Jessi had called him, disregarding Sun's warnings and inching back to the platform. Even from this distance, you could see how red Sun's faceplate had gotten. "What's next? Moonpie?" you huffed as you settled to your stomach, taking care to keep your frustrations in check so that you wouldn't pass through the solid mass below you and into view. The sound of steam escaping snapped your attention back to the pair conversing below. A small puff of white dissipated into the air around the solar animatronic's head, much to his embarrassment. Just what had you missed? Did Jessi say something else to cause that? You decided to push your own thoughts to the side for now, intent on keeping a watchful eye over your best friends just in case the newcomer tried something.

'Moony…' Sun whimpered.

'I heard…' Moon verified, mentally slapping himself for his temporary loss of control.

"So? Anything?" Jessi's voice brought the two of them out of their thoughts. She was looking up at them expectantly, tilting her head in what she must have assumed was a cute manner. All it did was remind Sunny of how you had done the same thing when you'd asked him why you couldn't meet the others. He started to grow hot again while Moon badgered at him to stop getting carried away and humiliating them any further.

Noticing that Sunny wasn't paying much attention to her, Jessi's smile slipped a bit. Instead of waiting for an answer, she decided to push the conversation forward on her own. "I'll go first then!" she piped up, startling her robotic coworker. She continued to talk while putting the remaining stuffed Glamrocks and daycare attendants onto the shelves. "I like to dance and sing karaoke. It's a lot of fun! I'm pretty good at it, too! Got the flexibility to pull off a lot of different positions and excellent control over my breathing."

"Um, that's nice?" Sunny responded when Jessi glanced up at him from over her shoulder, confused by how her voice had dipped at the last two points. Why would they care how she danced or if she could…breathe? Was that an accomplishment for humans? He perked up when it became his turn to share what he liked to do. "Oh! I like arts and crafts! It's a lot of fun to make things! Moony likes to make new songs for the kids!" He added the "for the kids" part since his counterpart didn't want others to know that he also created music for an older audience--more adult than child. Monty was the same. The two butted heads a lot over that, considering each other rivals because of it. He couldn't say that what they both liked the most was bouncing their ideas off of you. Despite your faulty memory, you were extremely creative and helped come up with solutions or new things for them to try whenever they hit a dead end.

You were grumbling to yourself from your perch on the celestial bots' balcony. Sundrop was lost in La La Land if his vacant expression was anything to go by and Jessi looked quite pleased with herself. You hadn't missed that little insinuation of hers about positions and breathing, something pulling in your memory of a similar expression pertaining to…adult activities. Frustration sparked through you when you saw the woman get to her feet and stand on her tiptoes in front of Sunny. The bot was still lost in the sauce from whatever his imagination had decided to cook up and didn't back away like he normally would. That spark started to bubble when you saw how close she got and how her lips quirked up into a smirk. She leaned in closer and was about to put a hand on his chest when--

All of the plushies flew off the shelves.

Jessi squealed in surprise, dropping to the ground in a crouch to cover her head despite being in no danger from the fluff-filled toys. Sun, meanwhile, just seemed confused, glancing around as a stuffed Moon bounced off his chest plate before realization struck and he swiveled his head around to look up at you. You had already escaped behind the curtains into their room, knowing that you were about to get the lecture of your life from the caretaker the second Jessi left. The burning in your chest had quadrupled and your mind was filled with poisonous thoughts. It had come out of nowhere, blindsiding you. You were upset with everything--from Jessi being able to touch things without even trying to Sunny not realizing what "flexible positions" had meant! It was infuriating, senseless, and…draining…

You had to go clear your head before you said something stupid to the only friends you had in this life after death. The wall at the back of their room gave easily to your ghostly form as you passed through. Coming out into the main lobby of the megamall, you drifted up high into the rafters to avoid being seen before darting off down the halls to a side of the building that Moon didn't seem to visit much. Maybe that would give you some time to yourself before he came looking for you? You did your best to ignore the rushing in your ears, simulating deep breaths in order to trick your emotions into calming down. Through it all, a faint beeping seemed to follow you as you dove deeper into the darker parts of the plex…

Moon, meanwhile, was watching the scene unfold from behind Sun's eyes. He would have laughed had he not been so worried about you. He caught on quicker than his counterpart, well-aware that this was a poltergeist-level of activity and you were the only one in the building. Concern weighed heavily on both of their minds when they no longer saw you on the balcony while they dealt with the mess of stuffed depictions of themselves and the other animatronics. The human woman who was sniffling in the middle of the pile was fast wearing his patience thin. Fortunately for her, it was the ever-empathetic Sundrop that was out and not him so she was coddled and babied into ceasing her tears before being ushered out of the daycare for an early clock-out. He was just glad that she was only going to be there for half-days until they officially opened. He couldn't fathom withstanding her childish behavior and pathetic flirting for a full eight hours. Sunny may be oblivious, but he certainly wasn't.

"What do you think upset Sunshine, Moony?" the bot in question spoke aloud now that they were alone. He didn't waste any time dilly dallying with the clutter like he usually would, calling their hook to reach their room so they could check on you.

Moon often wished they had separate bodies, usually for a whole variety of reasons. Right now, his incentive was to slap some common sense into his twin. 'Other than the newbie making a move on you? Maybe keeping them cooped up in our room all day wasn't the best idea, Sunny?'

"Make a move? Miss Newman was just asking about our hobbies, Moony," he waved off the accusation--a silly one if he had any say in it--moving past the covered entrance and into their darkened room. There were enough nightlights and string lights to keep the solar bot out if he wanted to, but he switched with the naptime attendant since Moon had decided that he wanted to talk to you first. 'I thought we both agreed to keep Sunshine safe?'

Moon ignored him, glancing around their little safe haven. With your help, it had become a nice and cozy getaway for the three of you. It was filled with string lights, fluffy blankets, overstuffed pillows, and bits of furniture here and there that you had promised them you could make work. You'd kept your promise, painting the pieces to match their tastes and even collecting books and knickknacks you'd thought they'd like on your security runs with Moondrop. You'd even added the collection of plushies from the shipment downstairs in a corner--each of the animatronics, themselves included, all piled together on a furry rug.

"Sundrop," Moon addressed, his gravelly voice dropping into a low rumble as his optics--built for the dark--peered into every shadowy corner of the room.

'Yeah?' Sun answered, his voice softer than normal, recognizing the dangerous tone Moon had taken.

"Starlight's not here."