#solar lunacy drabbles

[bamsara]

“Pet goes missing” for the SL prompt! IMAGINE THE LITTLE KITTY AW

Moon-Centric | Wordcount: 1,252 | A03 Version

(Contains some light flirting)

The kitten has been gone for about a day now.

It was an accident. Someone left the door open while bringing in groceries (that you had bought) and maybe didn't see something small and quick run out from underneath their feet (there were bags in the way) and didn't notice until a certain animatronic is filling up the kitten's food bowl before scouring the house with special eyes and very much on edge when he cannot find the little friend, no matter how you try to console him.

(Which isn't long, because you're already putting on your shoes and jacket from when you first noticed the absence of the newest addition to your home, as fast as you can manage because there's a robot with three limbs out the door ahead of you.)

Which brings you here, in the fridged cold of midnight out on the streets, rubbing your hands together and blowing visable breath clouds as your animatronic friend crawls on top of fences and light poles in his search.

Moon is clad in thrift store sweatpants and a t-shirt while you're bundled to the max, and his lack of need for warmth is something you envy right now. "She's probably where she stayed before Gramps found her and took her to us." You breathe into your hands as you walk, a audible chatter in your teeth. "We could start there?"

"No. Damp there." Moon crawls like a spider, uncaring about his form in the outside world. He misses his wire, but he has no problem getting to high vantage points; something that comes in handy when on the search for a kitten in the dead of night. "She'll be somewhere warmer. Not on concrete."

"...Like a exhaust pipe of a car, or a dumpster. Got it." You sigh. With this cold, it's worrying for the kitten, fur or not. It doesn't take a scientist to know that Moon too knew this detail. You would only hope that your searching would not end up fruitless. Or worse; tragedy.

The roads you walk are empty, save for cars that pass by every twenty minutes or so. The animatronic is probably using infared vision to find her, judging by how quick he scoured the bushes and is now crawling on all fours to look underneath the cars parked on the side of the road. Your frown deepens, worry lines sinking in. "Hey, don't stress out. She might find her way back home, too."

Moon doesn't look at you, but makes a noise of aknowledgement.

"We'll find her. If not tonight, we can put out missing pet posters in the morning." Hiking your jacket to cover your neck, you curl into the warmth and look out onto the dark street. It's wet with recent sleet, and the reflection of still lights feel warm in contrast to the air. You sigh, turning back to Moon. "Maybe if we put a shirt and food out, we can-HEY, Put the car down, Moon! Don't pick that-put it down!"

Moon has the backend of a parked car lifted upwards a foot or so off the ground, his head swivels to frown at you in disagreement, but the robot settles back tires back on the pavement quietly and crawls (yes, crawls) on all fours away from the street, onto the sidewalk and up on the fence where he stays crouched. "Just looking."

"You're already crawling. It's not hard to crouch a bit more to check under the cars." You sniff, and see a runny nose in your future. "Don't get us arrested."

Moon's gaze is red and focused, darting to and fro as you walk and briefly turning to you as you round the corner, pausing. "Cold?" He asks, and continues before you can answer. "Home. Go."

"Not a good idea to have you out here by yourself." You snort. A puff of air comes out of your nose as you do, and the animatronic's head tilts at the sight. "Don't want you lifting cars or doing...I don't know, Grand Theft Auto to find the cat."

Moon stands to his full height on the fence, survalience mode returning, scanning. "Cold's not good for you. Or her."

"I'll live-." Your response is cut off as his hand comes up, signaling to be quiet.

"Hush." He hums something quiet, coiling into someone's backward, halfway leaning down the side of the fence and calling out into the darkness. "Pssp pssp pssp pssp pssp."

You try to look over the fence and into the yard, but the space behind the wood is dark and there's nothing you can make out besides fog and some foliage. "Moon?"

"Baby." He says. You raise a brow and there's a moment of pause before he continues. He wears a comfortable grin. "Cat baby. Not you, baby."

"Stop it."

"No."

"Is the kitten over there?" You crane your neck a little further, listening. You don't hear any meowing or anything rustling, and there's a barrier in the way otherwise you'd investigate yourself. "This is someone's backyard, it's kinda trespassing-"

"Says the trespasser." Moon scoffs, and suddenly without warning, leaps from the fence into the darkness.

You wait there awkwadly on the sidewalk, curling further into your jacket and listening to the crikets. You're only alone for a few moments though, a blur shoots back into your vision and Moon reappears, crouched atop the wooden fence, gripping for balance with one hand hard enough it splinters the wood; in the other hand something is held close to his chest.

The kitten is held to his t-shirt, looking blearly eyed, a little doozy but unharmed. It's mouth opens in a tiny yawn and it's limbs stretch out in Moon's palm, and said animatronic's happy face faulters a little in a deadpan at the realization that he just woke the kitten up from sleep.

"The kitten!" You exclaim, smiling. Moon hops off the fence, careful as the kitten seems to be coming to her senses. Without asking, he pulls open the front of your jacket at the top, unzipping it a bit and putting the kitten at your collarbone. Your arms and hands come up to hold it there, keeping it close to your chest where the warmth is the strongest. She's chilly, but not bone-cold. You sigh in relief. "She must have found a little shelter back there somewhere."

"Not enough." He zips up your jacket as quick as he undone it, just where the kitten's head sticks out. She looks a bit startled, not alarmed, but a tiny mew sounds out from your neck at the realization of her holders. Moon brings a finger down to brush against her head. "Home, now."

"You don't have to tell me twice." Spinning on your heel, you start the brisk walk back towards the apartment. Moon is faster besides you than he is behind you, not following along on the fence but hunched over to your side, walking in long strides with you.

A brisk wind makes you shiver, but you're careful to protect the kitten from the cold's bite. "She needs a bath. There's muddy gunk on her legs." You sigh. "You know, a hot bath myself wouldn't sound half bad."

Moon moves to your other side, breaking the wind's gust on you and hoisting an arm around your shoulders. Judging by the way he was pacing, he wanted you out of the cold, and probably was going to force you to sleep the second you stepped through the doors. "Later."

[crunchy-pavement]

bruhhh why do you guys like joe so much

[lunarmoves]

masterlist

long fics

these summer nights — DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

summary: you applied to camp fazbear as a counselor, not knowing that your entire summer was going to be centered around your rather curious coworkers. robotic coworkers, in fact, who hid a history of the camp from you that you never would've expected.

inspired by apricus! link to masterpost!

love from the other side (of the apocalypse) — DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

summary: in the wake of a devastating loss concerning your memory and who you are, you navigate a world littered with panic as you run from ethereal beings raining judgment upon humanity.

inspired by sleuth jesters! link to masterpost!

through pixel eyes — DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

summary: signed on as a beta tester for fazco, your job is simple: document any problems with their new program 'fazpals.exe' and help ensure it is ready for release. shouldn't be too difficult, right? right?? wrong.

link to masterpost!

who i see, looking back at me — sebastian solace x reader

summary: it felt like you were being watched for a while now, whenever you hung out on the dock by your cottage. you brushed it off as a figment of your imagination, maybe a result of living on your own in your grief for so long. but then one day you come face-to-face with this weird mermaid that kind of sounded like your dead husband. acted like him, too. yeah, you definitely had to be hallucinating.

link to masterpost!

one-shots

for evermore — DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

summary: you laugh—loud and carefree—and they have never wished so desperately before to be human. if only to love you for the rest of their life.

inspired by solar lunacy! link to fic here!

beauty and the beasts — DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

summary: you should've expected they were up to something when they picked you as a volunteer for one of their theatre shows. you just... didn't expect all of this.

link to fic here!

spooks, screams, and robots, oh my! — DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

summary: sun finds a flyer for a haunted house attraction and persuades you to go with them to it. shenanigans ensue.

link to fic here!

drabbles

moon was being more irate than usual

humans are so vulnerable

the daycare attendant is stupidly tall

you were being followed

do robots dream?

you tease the daycare attendant

they're your friend! promise!

your couch pillows are missing

you've got a blind date

what does touch feel like?

you’re so squishy!

sun wants a kiss

moon wonders about taste

moon makes a wish

moon wants a kiss

humans look dead when they sleep

dancing in the sunlight

a game of marco polo

let’s go out

tag! you're it!

sharing drinks

the mer was judging you

do robots cry?

privacy doesn't exist here

a new daycare guard

pruned fingers

sun has a crush!

i love you, sun

you can’t

humans are so inefficient

you were in some lethal company

do robots have reflexes?

scritch scritch scritch

come here

obedience

absorbed

[lavenoon]

OOH MY GOSH I JUST READ THE AU OF THE AU AU REVEAL (so many aus..) AND I AM. SO FERAL ABOUT IT. I CANNOT PUT INTO WORDS HOW MUCH I LOVE IT AND HOW MUCH IT MADE MY DAY :D THE WRITING IS GENUINELY SOSOSO GOOD AND ITS JUST.. AAA! HIS TWO FAVORITE PEOPLE!! MOON LAUGHING THE WHOLE TIME!! THEM TALKING ON THE ROOF WAITING AND WEARING THE NIGHTCAP.!! JOKING AROUND AND LAUGHING AND GENUINELY LOVING EACHOTHERS COMPANY!! TAG!!!!! Im definitely gonna save this to my kindle, I have a very small pile of stuff that I love like cryptid sightings and solar lunacy, this is definitely gonna go on there along with them :D I absolutely love this and I am sososo excited to read more of the AU, I’ve loved everything you’ve written for it so far and I cannot wait to read more, ur writing and art always makes my day so much more amazing and makes me really happy, I hope you have an absolutely wonderful day :)

I am sososo normal about this ask I promise I only cried a little bit /lh /pos

I just keep needing to take time to reply because the puddle mode keeps getting to me

I am SO flattered and so happy you enjoy it this much!! Absolutely floored that my little drabbles would go next to CS and SL - still very much floored by all the positive attention in general, and whoops there go the happy waterworks again JSFVJK

It's almost bedtime for me but the day has been so good, with this just the cherry on top! Gonna sleep SO well with this in mind 🥺💜

Hope your day is absolutely fantastic too! Thank you for sending this! 💜

[insidiousclouds]

So uhm,, I've been following @bamsara and uh,, their art inspired me to write a little ficlet. Enjoy ya bastards. (Inspired by this post, and this post))

Dancing in the Dark

Moondrop has been officially allowed to interact with children for a few weeks now; he hasn't been.. fantastic at adjusting. He still is a bit hostile at points, but you’ve been assigned to keep an eye on him. Tonight, he seems particularly calm, setting all the children to bed as a calm lullaby plays over the speakers. You're sat in your chair at the security desk, checking off little tasks and verifying that Moon has been nice and put all the children to bed safely.

You hardly notice him approaching as he hums along to the tune over the speakers, his movements delicate and flowy like that of a ballerina. You only notice him when he grabs the tablet out of your hands.

"Hey- I was using that–" you don't get to say much more as he gently takes your hand and gracefully pulls you from your seat, stepping elegantly as he lifts your hand above your head, spinning you around in a gentle twirl, before pulling you close with one hand placed at the small of your back, and the other gently leading your arm with each step of the waltz.

You look up at him with confusion and delight, giggling a little to yourself. "What's gotten into you?" The dance is adorable and charming; it brings you back memories of dancing alone in your room, imagining someone leading your arm. Except this time, you aren't alone. Though you hardly expect the tether on his back to begin to lift you both into the air. Each graceful leap in the waltz growing longer and longer until your feet no longer touched the ground.

He holds you close against his body with remarkable strength, leading you further and further up, to dance together through the sky. Your belly lurches with each movement; you try your best to focus on his face instead of the ground far below you. His eyes are closed, and he looks peaceful. He's so effortlessly focused on the dance that it hardly feels like a dance at all, more like… flowing through a rhythm. Each step feels impossible to predict yet so easy to follow.

You feel an emotion flutter in your chest that you find difficult to describe. You’ve been friends up until this point, but perhaps.. There is something more to be had. Your cheeks heat up, as you dance closer and closer to the ceiling, your legs dangling beneath you. However, you trust Moon's grip, you know he won't drop you.

As the lullaby reaches it's end, Moon guides the dance to descend towards the little castle platform, your feet touching the ground as the final note in the song is struck.

You look up at him with burning cheeks and your head spinning from adrenaline. It feels like every sense is heightened, yet your head is cloudy with something. Leaving you short-sighted and only able to focus on the one in front of you.

"Moon, I-" he silences you with a finger to your lips.

"Hush."

His finger brushes away from your mouth, and his knuckles perch underneath your chin. He tilts your face up towards his ever leaning closer one. Barely a breath between you two. Your heart leaps into your throat, realizing his motive. Though, you have no thought to stop it. Why would you want to? Your eyes slip shut, and you lean forward ever so slightly. Your mind races with a thousand questions that you don't want to ask. Heart beating so fast that you feel it might explode, yet it feels right at home here. Inches away from Moon. Who, after months of dedicated time and patience, you finally trust.

The warm metal meets your nose first. You somehow expected it to be cold, but really thinking about it, he is a running machine. You must imagine he would generate some sort of warmth. Then the metal meets your lips.. and everything turns upside down. Fireworks of nerves turning up every hair on your body. Every inch of you sensitive and you can feel even the slightest twitch in your cheek, so wonderfully aware of every single sensation.

Your hand trembles softly in his grasp but you don't want to let go. So caught up in the feeling, the sensation, you don't realize when he starts to loosen his grip.

Disappointment sours in your stomach as he begins to pull away, the moment felt like it lasted an eternity yet still all too short. Your lips buzz from the contact, utterly begging for more, but your racing heart and anxiety plagued thoughts leave you frozen to the spot. All you can do is stare up at him, worried to find regret in his expression, but he's unreadable.

"I'm.. sorry.." Finally, he speaks, as he turns his face away from you, and you're snapped out of your frozen state. You reach up with your hand to softly touch his face plate.

"Its okay. I'm not upset. It… it was nice." He looks back at you with a guilted, yet relieved expression. Having not expected such.. acceptance. You want to kiss him again, but he hardly looks like he's up to another. You'll have to wait till another time. Let him initiate it again when he feels comfortable.

"It was nice." You reassure him once again while your thumb strokes his faceplate softly.

"...Okay." he cups your hand against his face before slowly pulling it away by your wrist. "I'll take you back down now."

"Okay." You nod with understanding. Moon wraps his arms around your torso, before hooking his arm beneath your knees and stepping off the edge of the platform to gently bring you back to the security desk. Gliding downward like an angel. You momentarily label yourself as cliché for thinking of it that way, but hey-- you already feel like a dumb highschooler who got their first kiss so might as well indulge, right?

He places you down in front of the desk as he starts to rise up towards the ceiling again. You can’t just let him go, not yet.

"Hey, Moon?"

"Hm?" He stops, looking back down at you, with a mildly anxious expression.

"I love you."

He flusters and tugs the night cap over his eyes a little, muttering something to himself about your dumb face before replying, "yeah… me too."

[idraw5ometimes]

Yee... haw? 🤠😅

This is my is my contribution to the Solar Lunacy pile. This Y/N and Moon belongs to @bamsara honestly an amazing story and author! If you haven't checked any of them out you should do so ASAP.

EDIT: Just to clarify this isn't apart of the story, just a little drabble of a scenario that popped in my head. And is completely not Canon. Just inspired by. (This post is supposed to be funny and if it's a problem pls let me know and I will take it down asap)

[peepee-magee]

I finished the Solar Lunacy drabbles n have never wanted to see a characters reaction more in my life. I’m gonna break the tag o;this one because I feel weird tagging someone multiple times but go check out /BamSara. I’m hyper fixated on the world they’ve built- it is my life blood at this point

[bamsara]

For the prompt thing, may I suggest, "good morning sleeping beauty" with moon? I think it'd be really sweet to have y/n finally comfortable enough to sleep near moon and they wake up to see him next to them.

(also, hi bam!)

Moon-Centric | Wordcount: 1,018 | A03 Version

Adjusting to living with the Daycare Attendant was easy in some ways, odd in others, and in some cases: just weird.

You've gotten quite used to a few quirks or theirs, or simple things. Like remembering you're not alone in your apartment anymore when you suddenly hear the TV turn on to the news in the other room or the sound of doors opening and closing. Or the smell of food cooking (burning) when Sun decides to try a new recipe that he may have forgotten that your fridge is not an endless supply of ingredients and you do, actually, have to go to the grocery store to keep supplying his new hobby.

There's the whole showering situation. The laundry situation (they don't need clothes, per say, but one of the upsides of being free robots means they can dress however they like now, so their wardrobe is growing) and coming home to see that your furniture has been rearranged for a third time that week because the Daycare Attendant wants everything to look just right.

There's also the sleeping situation.

You mostly wake up to Sun in the morning. Unless you don't, and it's the middle of the night, and Moon doesn't know the meaning of 'personal bubble.'

One evening you wake up with a sore, dry throat, open your eyelids and find two bright red glows casting back down at you. "What the-"

A silicone-coated hand gently, quietly, comes over your lips. You are silenced, though still sending a glare, to the robot that hushes you, hovering inches over your face. Moon sits cross-legged on the bed, tall body hunched over your foam. His T-shirt brushes up against your bare arm. The bell of his hat rests beside your head on your pillow. This was the norm for him.

You glare up at him and talk through the fingers on your mouth. "Whattyadoing."

The Moon does not respond, but his smile and half-lidded eyes tell you its an obvious answer.

You blink through he bleariness and look to the clock. It's about 5AM, not the middle of the night like you thought, but the sun hasn't risen yet. The space behind your curtains is still a blue, purple of a day not born yet. "How long have you been like this."

"Only a few moments." He talks quietly, voicebox in a whisper. Any louder would disturb you, and he wants you to fall back asleep. "You were stirring."

You yawn, and the hand brushes down your chin and to your neck, and lingers there. The bed on your back and warm blankets are lulling, but the ache in your throat is becoming more noticeable as you breathe. "I need water."

"I can get it for you."

"No, it's fine." You grab his arm before he moves, and he stays. Though a dulled look comes across his face, he returns to hover above you. "Give me a minute. I should get up for the day about this time anyway."

Moon's face twitches. Obvious disagreement. But the hand near your neck returns just to brush the hair away from your face. "You are getting up early?"

"Yeah." You yawn, and stretch your legs under the blankets. Any moment now you'll have to bite the tired and sit up. "Gramps has doctor appointment at 8AM, and we're driving him. Might as well get some stuff done and ready before we go."

"Hmm." His thumb moves to your eyes, and you close them briefly as he thumbs away the sleepy bits in the corner. He does what Sun does all the same, greasy hair and dried drool on your face do not stop him from petting you, for some reason. It's a nice feeling, if not too soothing when you know you need to get up.

The Moon clicks dully, pulling at the skin underneath your eyes (dark circles, thin skin with taut veins from sleepless nights and days full of worry and agitation. ) before a soft grin stretches on his face. "Good morning, sleeping beauty."

You glare at him, blinking out of synch.

"I never tell you good morning." He continues, unphased by your less-than-impressed reaction. "I only tell you Good Night. My turn."

That was...correct. Moon was the one who followed you to bed, but never the one to wake up with you. That was Sun. You never thought to wonder if they'd prefer to see how it is to switch. "God, you're corny. I hate 'sleeping beauty.' Makes me cringe."

"I can use a different name I have for you." Moon's smile turns slightly wicked.

"Pass."

"I can try a different way-"

"I'm going back to sleep." With one swift motion, you pull the blanket up to your chin and turn away, back to the animatronics. "Wake me up in an hour."

A low, amused chuckle comes from the static voice box behind you, and the presence on the bed shifts, the weight moving as Moon's head comes down to your face directly. "I won't."

"Mean."

"I'll wake you when the sun rises."

You blow air out from your nose and onto his face. It swivels, the ball falling with it. "You're totally preventing me from getting my extra hour of sleep, by the way."

"A shame." Moon hums. The face disappears from your vision, and the darkness of the room is all you have to see. Against your back, you feel the bed shift, and an arm comes up underneath you. The covers are lifted (not like you didn't help with that) and the space behind you is occupied now. Your legs brush up against star-pattern pants, a metal arm secured around your waist. "We will make it two hours."

You realize with faint defeat that you never got your water, but you're already lulling back to sleep too late to try. "Don't make me late."

"Hush." The other hand finds its way over your eyes. Moon's faceplate rests on your head, his t-shirt presses into your back. "Good morning."

"G'morning." You mumble, shifting backward further into the animatronic, and letting your lingering sleep take you.

[bamsara]

"I just wanted to say. Thank you for protecting me"

Eclipse-Centric | Wordcount: 805 | AO3 Version

(Maybe some major spoilers for Solar Lunacy, TW for some robot gore, human injury)

The damage to their body was... extensive. Not life-threatening. But extensive.

You don't know how you're going to fix this right now, but Gramps has a toolbox in the shed, and there's duct tape underneath your kitchen sink, and Eclipse is very, very patient as he sits numbly on your coach, of few words and more looks, as you pluck out charred wires and plastic out of the hole in his arm to the robot that's probably held together less out of reasonable sense and more out of will and magic that you don't understand.

The arm that was torn off has sharp edges in the metal that cut at your fingertips when you try and brush it off, and you don't know if the animatronic feel pain if you were to try and sand it. So, in a comical fashion, you've put an oven mitt over the end of it, taping it to hold its place.

The other arms are laying limp, two on the couch, resting with its palm up in your lap. There's fried wiring around the elbow, dents in the forearm where Monty grabbed him, and openings that you can't tell look like they're from wolf claws or the steel of a knife.

The sight of them makes the wound under your own bandages ache for a moment, but you swallow back the wet soreness in your throat and continue working. The hospital gave you decent pain meds. You needed to stay on task while they were effective.

"Lift, please." You talk quietly, fearing that your voice may crack.

Eclipse doesn't respond, eyes locked onto the television. The news is playing, covering the fire. The sound is low so not to bother you. Still, the animatronic shifts his limbs for you, head turned towards the screen.

There's melted plastic stuck to his forearm, and you're peeling it off with chipped fingernails and whatever willpower you have left, flicking off the pieces onto the carpet to vacuum up later when you have the energy. Leaning back, you gather the duct tape from the coffee table, pulling out a strip to cover the hole in his shoulder.

It's...not what he needs. But it's all you have. All you can do is pick up the pieces and cover up the damage so it doesn't get any worse.

"I'm gonna put this over the opening, okay?" Two long strips are wide enough to cover this 'wound', and it seals the inside of the wiring away. "So nothing gets in your chassis. Or falls out."

Eclipse doesn't make a movement to acknowledge what you said, staring limply with the default smile toward the news broadcaster detailing the company's statement, and it's an estimate of the cost of damages.

Their ability to emote is not currently active, just like their voicebox. Not until they are both fixed. You wish they were active. You wish you could get something, a facial expression, a joke, a sentence, anything. You're taping your friend's fingers together like broken bones only theirs were stuck as claws.

A warmth travels down your face, past your mouth and you don't feel the wetness until it hits your neck. Lips pressed together into a thin line, you rub the tear away. You'll do that on your own time. Not now.

When you blink, you see a shift in the corner of your eye. Eclipse is staring at you now.

Your tongue feels swollen in your mouth. "I, uh-" You busy yourself with his hand, grey-tainted with burned-off paint and scorched sharp points. "I wanted to say thank you for protecting me. You know-" You keep your head low. "Back then."

He looks at you with black eyes and still pupils. The crack in his faceplate feels like guilt and sorrow in your ribcage.

You missed them saying things. You'd be happy for a stupid nickname, even.

The fingers you were treating suddenly tense in your grip, and by instinct, you let them go, until they turn and they fold around your own hand. Long, damaged fingers curl into your own, grasping your hand and holding it along with your wrist.

You freeze as Eclipse leans down, and his faceplate presses against your forehead. Not barely, but heavily, firmly, resting in your hair.

He lingers there as the news broadcast flashes familiar images on the screen, casting different colors on both of you.

You only raise a hand to press your fingertips to the bottom of his faceplate pushing him back as you mummer you needed to remove his ruffled collar so you can clean the soot you've spotted hidden underneath it.

He lets you, but the hand not using the rag stays in his hold, and his other comes up to palm away a warmth that falls from your face and onto your neck again.

[bamsara]

Prompt Drabble: Stitched up wounds 🧵 🩹

Sun-Centric | Wordcount: 1,217 | AO3 Version

You weren't exactly the best coordinated or well organized person. Or maybe you were just super unlucky at times, it would explain all the instances of misfortune you've had, small or big injuries that shouldn't have happened but did so like the universe was just trying to spite you.

So you're not all that surprised when you stick your hand into the murky water of the kitchen sink to start doing the dishes, feel something a little weird, and pull it back out to see a steak knife hanging from the middle of your hand.

You hear Sun dropping the plates behind you on the table before the pain actaully reaches you. "Oh. Uh. Oops."

"Oops? You're 'oopsing' right now?" Sun's form is immediatly to your side, his job of collecting the remaining dishware forgotten as the animatronic grabs your wet wrist. Before he flips over your palm, the knife falls right out of your flesh, bits of blood falling with it, now a dark stain into the dirty water. "Oh, dear. Oh me oh my."

Sun's faceplate turns briefly to the car keys hanging on the hook by the front door, and you're quick to speak up. "We are not going to urgent care for something as small as this. I'm not footing that bill." The animatronic gains a sour look, but you're firm. "Not happening."

A disapproving pause, but the Sun looks back to your hand.

The pain is starting, and your mouth pressing into a line, sucking in a hiss through your teeth as the sting of the water forms a bloody ring around the wound. "Ah, fuck-"

"We told you-" He's tutting at you, flipping your palm upwards and holding it firmly with one hand, the other grabbing a paper towl and dabbing the wetness away. "I think I've told you several times that just throwing knifes into the sink for later was going to bite you!"

"Not my fault!" You flinch as he brings your hand down underneath the faucet, running clean water over the wound, "Knives just have it out for me! Remember that time-" He turns it off, and all but dragging you by the wrist to the bathroom, with your complaining all the while. "-the time with the rabbit?"

"Not a funny joke!" Sun sits you down on the closed toliet seat, a firm press on your shoulders as an unspoken 'stay put', turning on his heel and opening the medicine cabinet up. "Not funny! Very upsetting! And I'll be hearing none of it right now!"

The pain in your hand was spreading, but you're trying to laugh. "C'mon, it's-"

"Oh, would you look at that! It's our good friend, disinfectant!" He pulls the bottle out with purpose, a small first aid in his other hand, and holds it in the air with a tense smile. "Very important to use. Let's make sure that dish water doesn't make anything infected, shall we?"

You cringe in on yourself. "I think I'll be fine with a band-aid."

"Please." The Sun washes his hands, then lowers himself, setting the supplies to the side as he crouches in front of you. He holds your wrist again, turning it over, and the tutting as blood dribbles out from the small wound, sliding off your skin and dripping to the tile. Not the worst injury you've recieved, but definatly an annoyance. "I think you'll need a stitch or two. Maybe three. And wouldn't you know that robots tend to have very steady hands."

You wrinkle your nose as he pulls as he dips the bottle of disinfectant onto a gauze pad, and positions it over the wound. "Said the robot that was programmed to juggle-aUUUghhh Ow! Ow, fucking. Ow."

Sun uses his thumb to press the alcohol pad into your palm with a gentle firmness, and sends you a look when you try to jerk your arm backwards. "We have four arms! Do not make us use them."

"Unfair." You pout, watching as he pulls the gauze away now tainted with a slight color of red. A bead of wetness swells in your eye at the pain. "Mean."

"Hush." He speaks, and sounds like his other half coming in underneath his tone. Sun tosses the gauze, pulling out a small kit with one hand and thumbing away the single tear with the other. "This will hurt a little."

The pain is evident and not leaving soon, and the blood was no longer dribbling down your palm, so you look away as Sun threads the needle with careful percision, (large fingers are not, he does have steady hands) and lines it up carefully. You flinch at the first stitch.

He presses his fingers down onto your wrist, keeping it trapped against your own knee, and uses the thumb of that hand to keep your palm splayed open as the other worked. "Try not to move."

You breathe hotly through your nose. "I'm trying."

"And you're doing a very good job!" He's quick, focused. The wonders of expertise. He's not nervous because he's seen you survive worse, so the habit of speech comes naturally to him. "Good, good. There you go. Open your hand little more." A third stitch, and you groan at the realization you'll need a few more, but Sun keeps going.

"Almost done." Sun comes to the last one. "You're doing very good, sweetheart."

"Shut up." Your face is both hot in embarressment and in painful discomfort.

"Oh, you'd rather we'd be quiet?" Sun's smile is teasing, but comforting. He's probably trying to be distracting on purpose. "Cranky."

You open your mouth to retort, but the final stitch and knot is finished, and you fight to appear stoic at the sensation as Sun wipes the now-closed wound with a disinfected wipe again, pulling out another roll of gauze. "No more dishwashing for you, I'm afriad. You can leave those things to little-ole me!"

He wraps your hand gingerly, covering the cleaned and sutured wound with bandages to protect it's healing. You don't say anything, but you know he glances up every other second or so to see if you wince if the wrapping is too tight. The wrap is finished, a knot on the back of your hand, and you sigh. "I can just put a glove over it."

"How about you not do that?" The animatronic leans back, gathering the left-over supplies and storing them away back into the medical cabinet. You rise to stand, and he stops you before you can brush past him. "Hold on! We're not done here!"

You raise a brow, but you see it coming before he starts. Carefully, grabbing the wrist and not the hand, his takes a hold of the injured one, raising it slowly and gently up to his faceplate, leaning downwards until the bandage barely graces his teeth. "Mwau. It'll heal in no time."

You laugh. "That's so corny!"

"And it works! Scientifically proven!" He chuckles, turning to his side and gesturing for you to walk past him and out of the bathroom like a knight would welcome a charge into their castle. "Now! Dishes away! Not for you though. I ban you to couch duty."

"...What's couch duty?"

He winks at you. "It's the duty you do when you don't do anything."

"....Boo."

[bamsara]

Oooo, for the dialogue prompts "you should have thought about that before you got into a fight" and "I only wanted to help"

I love your works! Your art looks like itd taste like sour patch kids, v nice!! ^^

Sun (Mostly) Centric | Wordcount: 1,147 | AO3 Version

The world has not yet adjusted to the flood of robots merging with day-to-day society.

At least, not in the form they had taken prior. To say that there was some backlash was undercutting it; using arguments of humanity vs machine to its core, despite the clarity that those walking alongside them weren't just AI made to mimic human traits and personality, but sentient beings that develop their own. There's a difference between a chatbot app and your next-door neighbor who just so happens to be made out of metal.

Still, there is progress as much as there are incidents. A recent ruling states that all robots don't need to look human in order to receive the same amount of respect and rights (which is fantastic for all of Fazbear's line up of robots, considering they were animals in nature and all, in all franchises and pizza plexes across the country) but there were...incidents too, some of them making the news.

So when you're out doing some quick shopping for groceries one day and a stranger with a taut face and a sour attitude starts heckling Sun, and that heckling turns to harassment, and thus turns into him reaching for the back of the animatronic's head and pulling at the vulnerable wires there, you clock him.

Hard, actually. Your knuckles hurt like a bitch, but you don't have time to shake the feeling out from your hand because the guy sends one right back and oh, there you go, tumbling in the isle and knocking baking soda and sugar and other cake ingredients off the shelf as the two of you yell profanities and arguments while Sun has a metaphorical loading symbol over his head while he processes the last five seconds.

Now you're both banned from that store. The other guy is too, thankfully. Still sucks though. You didn't get to check out the ingredients for the cake.

"You're a real mess." Sun scolds you, dipping the rag back into the warm water, and bringing it back up to your face. He dabs at the dried blood under your eye, careful not to rub too harshly so as to not irritate the darkening skin beneath it. "Honestly. That could have gone so much worse-"

"Like pulling wires out of your head?" You interrupt. You're not too keen about the bathroom being turned into a lecture hall, and the lid of the toilet seat being your 'time-out' spot as he tends to you. "Yeah, sure. I'll just let the stranger rip out what is essentially your brain cords out of your flat skull and be fine with it."

Sun shoots you a look. The default smile is strained.

"What?" You hiss in the silent pause, and not because of the sting of your eye. "All I'm saying is that this-" A point to your face, "-is preferable than the other outcome."

"Our wires are welded in with steel, so I highly doubt a human could rip them out without some sort of power tool." Sun tuts. "You remember Parts n Service."

He had a point. The machine in Parts n Service did weld his arm back into place at the time, and all the other repairs since then didn't go without some sort of heat tool to make sure everything was properly molded in place. Still, you frown. "It's still fucked up that he did that, though."

"Language."

"We didn't even get the cake mix." A light dab on the eye, you bite your tongue as Sun clears the last of the dried blood from the area. "Shouldn't have banned us. Now we have to go across town to get groceries."

Sun pulls back the rag, stained pink and light brown with old blood, dropping it in the sink to be washed later. "You should have thought about that before getting into a fight."

"I was only trying to help!" You defend, continuing as Sun pulls out the disinfectant in a rather knowing manner. The cut underneath your eye from the guy's ring was about to sting like hell. "And it's not like I was the one who started it!"

He pours a dab of alcohol onto a cotton ball retrieved from the first aid kit, a small puff of white in between large silocone fingers, it's almost comical how he pinches it into place before crouching back down, the cotton ball hovering over your face. "Hush. This is going to sting."

Your mouth thins at the underlying tone of Moon's voice in his scolding, leaning away from the offending ball. "You're such a hypocrite."

A hand comes underneath your chin to hold you in place, thumb pressed into your jawline. "Stop whining."

"How would you feel, huh?" You wrinkle your nose as the disinfectant ball comes closer. "What would you do if someone attacked me like that?"

The cotton ball presses against the cut and you flinch, hard enough that your shoulders hike up and your neck tenses. It stings like hell, searing for a moment before dulling to an aching throb, a hiss in the back of your dry throat.

The Daycare Attendant's thumb keeps in place for a second, then pulls it away, expression unreadable. "The same thing we did the last time someone tried."

You grit your teeth, pressing your lips into a thin line as the stinging starts to fade.

"Though," He continues, pulling the cotton ball away and tossing it into the trash. "While your help is appreciated, It would be very much appreciated if we were to avoid something like that in the future!" He waves his hands, the bright smile returning, and Sun's fingers go behind your ear, pulling back out a colorful bandage. "I think it goes without saying that it makes me very sad to see you all hurt. Not fun at all!"

You blow hot air out of your nose in a huff as he applies the sticky bandage. "Hypocrite."

"There you are! Right as rain, dandy and peachy." Sun pulls back to observe his handiwork, and there's a slight pause. "Well, not quite. You've still got a bit of a shiner. I don't think I have a medicine for that one."

"It makes me look cool." You jest. "I look badass."

The animatronic sighs, heavy and loaded for a robot with no lungs, though his exasperation is evident in his voicebox. "Pulling my wires, our wires, please, you're constantly on them-" He's mumbling, quickly. Still talking even as he cradles your head gently by your jawline, and presses his faceplate to the skin above the black eye. "Afraid that's all I can give."

You wrinkle your nose, smiling. "I think a cake would be great too."

"Thanks to someone-" He starts, rising from a crouched position and taking your hand to help you stand. "It looks like we'll be ordering one from the bakery instead."

[bamsara]

#49. “Is somebody jealous?” If you feel like it 🤙

Sun-Centric, Moon at the end. | Wordcount: 1,763 | A03 Version

Romantic-leaning.

Taking advantage of the fact that my Sun cannot lie, so he either deflects or avoids the question, while Moon is more blunt. Takes place in ARC 2 (Moon reinstated as DCA, restrictions taken off Sun)

(Also, consider this a draft crumb for a future chapter of Solar Lunacy, so, spoilers. You may see a similar scene in the actual fic later.)

He's the father of one of the children; the boy who's got a obsession with Monty, even shares the same hairstyle and sunglasses as the animatronic, although his parent is a bit duller as you'd expect: Confident guy, cleaned up and usually wearing dull sweaters with dark hair. Used to wear glasses but just wears contacts anymore, and he's got a arm tattoo of a skeleton riding a motocycle under his sleeves hidden by the clothing so it's not an issue at his job.

You don't learn this things of free will, by the way. The guy just really likes to talk to you past departure time whenever you're the one checking the kids out at the door. He's a rabbler, that one, and it goes quickly from a refreshing casual conversation to a realization that he was staying at touch over his welcome.

Sun usually comes to your rescure, in the oddest of ways, sometimes.

Sometimes he'll come up behind you, shoo you off to go collect some other child for another parent while he 'verifies' the parent's identity (which you know is bollocks, since the father picks up the same boy every day he's dropped off and the little troublemaker never had an issue recognizing the guy)

Other times he'll yell something about children knocking over a tower, or throwing ballpit toys or pool noodles, and despite knowning damn well he can handle them well enough, you'll excuse yourself to go take care of the scene without coming off as rude to the customer.

Really, you don't want to come off rude to a Pizzaplex guest. You're not exactly sure where you're job stands as it is. You're not going to take any risks of a complaint.

It takes a little bit longer this time. A child is currently sobbing over a skinned knee they got from rough housing in the pizzaplex while you're at the doors checking out the troublemaker and the twins to their respective parents. The mothers of the twins collect their boys, bid you a good day and leave well enough. The father of the troublemaker, as usual, lingers even after his name is marked off the list.

"Gettin' pretty cold out, aint it?" He says, pulling a small phone out of his pocket and handing it to the boy. His son takes it, and is busy with a mobile game quicker than you can blink. "Not gonna be much longer until Christmas."

You smile. Sun is busy comforting the child in the back end of the Daycare, so you'll have to navigate this conversation on your own. "Yep. Look's like we'll be as busy as ever."

It's carefully chosen words, and you watch the reaction in his face as you say them. It seems to be the correct choice, because something in his face steels. "Yeah, yeah. Say, you got any hobbies outside of this place?"

A casual, nonformal shrug. "I spend most of my time here, actaully."

"Oh, I gotcha." He chuckles. "Getting tired of hanging around robots yet?"

"Not really." Still smiling, gotta keep up apperances. "They're actaully great friends of mine."

Something shifts in the man's expression. Not in the way that makes you think he'd suddenly think less of you to like hanging around robots, but like he's just unlocked some sort of secret backstory lore for his favorite character in a video game, and you're the npc. "Oh, really? That's pretty cool of you. You know, I work with a couple robots myself. Over at the office." He talks like he's bragging you have something in common. "Takes out the trash and gets the coffee. Like interns, but you don't have to pay em."

Your smile stretches a bit thin. "They do good work. My friend Sun might need my help in a moment."

It's a light excuse, one that doesn't seem likes it's going to work because you don't hear a child crying anymore, and Sun isn't anywhere to be seen from a glance around the Daycare. The father interjects again. "Oh, yeah. Lanky guy, isn't he?"

"He's probably getting things ready for naptime." You turn to step away from the door. "I should go get the blankets-"

Your step away seems to activate something in him. "Oh, wait! Before you're busy. Didn't mean wanna impose, but would you-?"

A flash of yellow, reds and oranges comes into your vision rather quickly in the corner of your eye, and Sun is there (thank god) with a toddler curled up in his arms. She's already sleeping, and he's careful the beads in her hair don't press inbetween where her head rests against his chassis, and talks in a whisper-yell. "Heelllooooooo, there!"

The father looks a bit startled to seem him for a second before his composure returns, and you try not to look visably relieved. "Everything under control?"

"You betcha!" Sun manages to be loud and quiet at the same time, a feat only he can achieve, and turns to the father and his son standing in the doorway. "I'm sorry, but the Daycare will have it's naptime soon, so we'll be turning off the lights and trying to keep to our inside voices." He talks calm, assertive. "Is there anything else I can help you with before you go?"

This seems to work, the father blows air through his nose in semblance of a sigh, and shrugs. "Ah, nah. We've got it here." He turns to you to say the goodbye, though. "See you around."

You and Sun speak in unison as the pair leaves. "Have a Faztastic day!"

The door shuts behind the man and his son, and you feel the tension leave from your shoulders. Children are already getting into their mats and blankets on their own (save for two that are trying to fit into one sleeping bag so they can nap together, but you don't break them up or else they have nightmares) and you don't see much else for you to do other than to turn the lights off.

Sun holds the sleeping toddler in one arm, a hand coming up to gently cover her ears with the other. "Bit of a talker, that one."

"It's not like he's doing anything wrong." You shrug, setting your clipboard on the security desk. "Just chooses the worst time. I mean, like, c'mon. I'm at work here. I can't chat with people at the door."

"Would you prefer outside the Pizzaplex?" The animatronic asks. He doesn't look as nervous when you approuch the light switch anymore. Well, usually. "I'm sure he'd like that."

You don't reach for the light switch yet; doing so mid conversation would be rude, but you still raise a brow. "Sounding a little suspisious there, Sunny."

"Suspisious." He repeats, scoffing. "His intentions are plain as day! And I'm the day! Look at me! I'm telling you. Right now."

It's playful behavior, and the way he sounds when it's flared up is a little funny, so you cross your arms and lean against the wall next to the light switch. "Okay? What if I like the attention?"

Sun's smile thins. "Oh, we doubt that."

"But what if you're wrong? Would it be so bad?" You're teasing him, obviously, that much is clear. You can tell by the look on your friend's face that he's two seconds away from rolling his eyes (or maybe he is already, and you just can't see the pupils) but you're allowed to poke at the Daycare Attendant every now and then. "Maybe we'll never know because you keep chasing him off."

"I would gasp right now, dramatic and awful, but the childern are trying to sleep." Sun sounds incredbably deadpan. "And I'm not going to entertain your theatrics-"

"My theatrics?" You give a short laugh. "The last time he was doing this, you pretended to fall and break a leg so I could excuse myself to 'repair' you."

Sun holds up one finger to you. "And yet you still came running!"

"...Boo."

"There will be no 'booing' in the daycare-"

"Oh, boo. You just don't want me to get a date cause you'd miss me." You snort.

Sun looks like he's about to say something, then goes quiet, face static. You grin. The girl he's holding hasn't stirred yet, but knowning him, he's probably holding back for her sake to defend himself. He only does so after a moment. "Teasing and bullying is not allowed in the Daycare either, or do you think you're always excluded from rules?"

"So you would!" You laugh, and cover your mouth with your hand so it doesn't make so much noise. "And please, you let me get away with so much-"

Sun looks esasperated. "Against our will."

"What are you, jealous?" You continue, and miss the visible stillness that takes over the animatronic when you talk. White pupils deadpan at you and you snicker. "What? Nothing to say? Is somebody jealous?"

You chuckle as the Daycare Attendant stares at you, smiling but silient. It's fun to tease him, but it's about time you let him get back to work before you waste time, and you reach for the light switch, still leaning back agaist the wall. "Alright, alright. I'm done. Let's get-"

A hand reaches out over yours, pressing it against the light switching flipping it off as your fingers are locked underneath it's own. You pause, gaze dropping from the lightswitch and traveling back in front of you towards the animatronic as the lights in the Daycare go out.

The switch happens differently each time, but better times like this, it's a blink, and the Daycare Attendant went a far cry from hiding away each time to this; unwaving eyecontact, leaning int a little too close for comfort as colors change and the pressure on your hand feels a touch sharper.

"Yes." Moon says, deadpan.

You blink. "Uh."

"Blankets." His hand drops from the light switch, from your hand, and adjusts his grip on the still sleeping toddler in his other arm.

The small-talk of an animatronic leans away from you, and casually, turns the opposite direction towards the children who were either half-asleep on their mats already, or quite excited to see him. You watch as the animatronic finds a open mat to tuck the toddler into, mummering quiet hushes to the children around him as he busies himself with his duties.

Well, you might have lost that one. You retrieve the blankets from the supply closet, using your hands to scrub at the warmness in your face when he's not looking.

[bamsara]

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Burned For You

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Jealousy

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[bamsara]

(in reference to the stitched wounds solar lunacy drabble) "this is based off an irl injury sorry if it's not dramatic" BAM A KNIFE HUNG OUT OF YOUR HAND, FRIEND. THAT IS HORRIFIC TO ME... (also loved the writing as always good work!)

Don't worry! Gravity made the knife fall out of my hand just by holding it out and it wasn't deep enough to cut anything important, just enough to be stupidly painful and annoying while it heals the next few weeks

[bamsara]

'Your soul isn't your own anymore'

Halloween outfits for the Daycare Attendant from this drabble I wrote.

[bamsara]

#6 “this is the guy?” seems like it could be funny

Moon x Reader | Wordcount: 1,544 | AO3 Version

Pre-fire, Solar Lunacy Arc 2. Bit of some jealous Moon in there ;)

In retrospect, you kinda saw this coming.

It was a new semester in collage so you had a new set of classmates, some of which you recognized and most of which you didn't. The best thing about collage is that there's no need to introduce yourself to your classmates, you're perfectly fine being left to your own devices; most people prefer it that way. So you bring your earbuds when the proffessor isn't talking when writing notes or working on your assignment, usually the universal 'leave me be' sign that everyone tends to respect.

Except this one guy. Sits in front of you everyday, always turns around to talk to you at the start of every class and has no quarrels trying to get your attention even when you're clearly just trying to keep unnoticed here.

You're friendly to him, polite even, so you don't tell him off when he nudges you to take out your earbuds to ask you what's it like working at the pizzaplex. The jacket must have peaked his interest, and you don't mind giving him a surface level description of your job. You just wish he would be more mindful when you're trying to write the same sentence in your notebook for the last ten minutes.

He's fairely easy to avoid outside of class. That is, until the professor assigns a week-long project and assigns team members, to which you and your new classmate pester are now apart of. That's how he gets your phone number for information sharing, and that's how he starts following all of your socials. Cursed be contact scynching.

The other two members of your group keeps things proffessional, but this guy was friendlier. Maybe a bit too friendly. He sends you things a little too comfortable for someone having known each other for a week or so. You don't mind making new friends; it would be nice, actaully.

But you don't think that's what this guy is looking for. Asking to meet up somewhere to discuss the project without the other members is suspisious enough, but you can't think of a situation where a new potential friend would send you shirtless snapchats asking if 'you're up' at 2AM.

Funny enough, you recieve this damnable picture in the middle of an overnight shift, and there's a clicking, metal on metal noise as your animatronic coworker hangs upside down from you, slowly spider-maning down on the wire as he looks down at your phone screen.

Moon makes a noise that's simular to clicking one's tongue in humans. "Interesting way to spend working hours."

You look up at him, a that rotates a full spin so it's upright and inches from your own, and deadpan. "Har har, very funny. It's the person I was talking about earlier. The classmate?"

He hums in aknowldement. You talk casual things sometimes when you're working, telling him about your day and him to you. Moon tells you about how he's remodeled the nap area for his return and complains that the allergy list for the children are outdated, and you tell him about your assignemtns and the classmate that seems to have taken a liking to you, against your will.

A metal hand lowers, gently grabbing your phone and turning it upright in front of his view. The glow from the screen is comical on his faceplate as red eyes and white pupils scan the picture dully.

The phone lowers. Moon's face is twisted into something of a grimence. "This is the guy?"

"That sounds mean, c'mon." You snatch the phone from him, clicking off the image and pocketing the phone. You don't really want to reply, you'll use 'no phones on shift' rule that you made up as an excuse or something. You return to your task at hand; pushing the cleaning cart down the hallway to your next spot. "He's fine. Overly friendly, but fine."

"That is not friendly." Moon is 'moonwalking' in the air following you, upside down so his legs are upwards while his face is level with you. "That is flirting."

You sigh, and it echoes off the walls. "I know, I know."

"Do you like it?" He asks. His tone is half teasing, half serious. "The attention."

You send him a look. "Oh, please."

He snickers. "Just a question."

"I'd prefer he'd keep it proffessional." You park the cart, unloading a couple trashbags down a trash chute in the wall. "I get more than enough attention from a certain Daycare Attendant coworker who's far from a 'proffessional relationship' too-"

"Tell him." Moon cuts you off, gently. "To back off."

"I did." You emphaize your tone with a final heave of a trashbag, shutting the slide door behind it. "I was really polite about it, and he seemed understanding, you know. At first at least. Still kinda off, though. I don't want to be too harsh about it because then it's going to make the whole project really...awkward."

"Lie." Moon's arms hang down until they grip the edge of the cart, using it as a guide as you begin to push it further down the hallway. His head tilts, faceplate blocking your view. "Say you're married."

You deadpan at him. "Why? And with what ring?"

His expression breaks out into mischivious grin, fingers raising up and going into the fabric of his hat. You stop, pulling back as Moon pulls out a small package from the confines of his hat, and blink at the ringpop thrust in your face.

Your bewilderment turns to amusement, and snatch it from him. "Hilarious. How long have you had that stashed in there just waiting for the opurtune moment for a joke?"

Moon's head does a full rotation. "Is that a yes."

"Moon."

"A while." He lifts off the cart, upwards on the wire until the animatronic lands softely on the carpet besides you. For a tall robot, he doesn't make any noise. Even the bells are quiet when he wants them to be. "Kids like candy, and magic tricks. I can summon candy at will." He raises his hands, wiggling his fingers. "Magic."

You tut at him. "Can Moondrops give kids cavities?"

"Not my problem."

"It is if the parents complain about it."

Moon's voice starts in rebuttle, but is cut off by the telling sign of buzzing. You pause, hands searching in your clothes for the vibrating phone and bringing it out, squinting at the words on the screen that's a stark contract to the dark lighting in the hallway. Your classmate's name pops up along with the default profile picture. A couple of notifcations tells you he's been trying to text you the last few minutes, asking if you were up for a late night chat about 'homework'.

You squint at the audacity of it, and move to let it ring out in your pocket. "I'm just gonna pretend I never saw it-"

Metal fingers over your own, tugging out of your palm. "Give."

You tug it right back, careful not to answer the still-ringing phone screen. "Oh yeah? What do you have planned exactly?"

Moon doesn't answer you, but something in his eyes flicker. The phone stops ringing as you furrow you brows, just about to put the device back in your pocket until you notice the screen was still lit. On the device, it shows you were in call, but no audio was coming through the speaker.

"Hi." Moon talks, seemenly to no one. His tone reminds you a little of how sour he talked when you first met. Friendly, if not in a bit of a sourly threatening type of way. "It's very late."

Your eyes dart back between the phone screen to the grinning animatronic, and gape.

Did this fucker really just bluetooth answer your phone call-

"The boyfriend." Moon answers to something. Any attempts to hang up on the phone don't work, and the animatronic casually leans away out of reach, grinning, as you whisper yell and swat at his face like there was going to be some secret button that would end the transmission. "Okay. Goodnight. Bye."

Your phone screen goes dark. Moon's head tilts at a sharp angle, leaning back down as you stare wide eyed at what just transpired.

Moon, non-chalantly, spins his head in a rotation. "No more annoyances."

Pocketing your phone, you glare at him. "You didn't-"

"I did." Snickering, the wire lifts him up into the air, and he acends very slowly out of smacking distance. "Now. I escape."

In the best way a jester could do after such a feat, Moon flies limply like a pinata down the hallway while you half-chase him, yelling while trying to keep the cleaning cart steady while you watch the animatronic chuckle and rotate like a corndog mid-air. "Oh my god. What did you say?? What did he say?"

"Oh, so sorry." He laughs, mimicking a cracking voice. "My bad. I didn't know. So sorry."

You feel bad for lying, but you're also laughing too, so you can't feel that bad. "Oh my god. What if he asks about it later? Do you know how awkward that is-"

"Awkward is calling a classmate at 2AM."

"Moon, c'mon."

"Should have said fiance." Moon contiues to spin like a corndog. "Would have been funnier."

"Moon."