#sundrop oneshots

[weirdenbyferret]

When they fuckin get you

I arrive again with another drawing! This time, fanart for @missterious-figure's swamp things au!!

[p1nk-syr1nge]

Chemical Reaction

Sun x Reader

| Reader is cleaning out a storage closet for Sun, and accidentally mixes chemicals oh noo!! CW// Blood, chemicals

this is definitely OOC, but it’s my first time actually writing him,, critique is appreciated heheh. Also if u have more Sun requests lmkkk!!

sorry i’ve been gone for so long! i’ve been immensely busy with no motivation to write, but i’m probably gonna write a bit for DCA <:3

You trudged off into the little storage room, exasperated as you drag the cart of cleaning supplies along with you. The cart was supposed to be helpful and make it easier, however the one janky wheel decided it would give you hell today. That is just what you needed, MORE unhelpful mechanicals.

You were grateful that it was just a cart, non sentient and motionless. So you didn’t giving it a harsh kick to the side in a bout of frustration. It didn’t ease the anger though, making it worse as your foot throbbed with pain, making you spew a string of curses. 

Quickly glancing around to make sure no children heard it, or that freakish jester.

Surely if he heard it, he would somehow manage to find a way to make this more difficult for you. It didn’t matter, the Daycare was going to close soon anyways.

After you finally managed to haul the cart into the supply closet, you swiftly closed it. So that way maybe, just maybe, it’d quiet down that wretched jingle on loop. Maybe that’s why Sun is this way, that song was enough to make ANYONE insane.

It was awful and horribly managed in the closet. Stains, dust, everything out of place. Is that black mold?

No matter, you quickly grabbed the supplies, spraying the harsh cleaning fluids. Switching bottles in hand to what you felt was appropriate to the task. This was easy, and honestly you liked it better than watching kids.

Not like Sun would ever let you anyways. Which was stupid to you. You were the Daycare Assistant. Not the Daycare Sit-There-Until-I-Need-You-To-Clean-Something-That-I-Can’t-Immediately-Get-To. If you wanted to do that, you’d apply as janitor. And you didn’t. 

Something something “incompetent”, something something, “no experience”. As if, you’ve been around kids before. You’re GREAT at… scolding them… and putting them in timeout…

Hm. Perhaps Sun kind of had a point, but you’d also never give him that satisfaction of admitting it. He was rude, and passive aggressive, patronizing even. He hated staff. To an extent you knew why, but you’ve still been trying to be on your best behavior. It felt almost like a lost cause, if he just put his guard down for one second, you could get along. 

You and Sun could be friends! Or at the very least, not enemies. Baby steps.

God, what were you even thinking?

You rubbed at your eyes, they burned and itched. So did your throat. Allergies must’ve been acting up…

You paid no mind to it. Continuing your scrubbing, listening whatever was going on the other side of the closet door. 

You could hear Sun wave off the last few kids as they leave with their parents. You suppressed the building up need to cough, opting for the convenient clearing of throat that scratches the itch just slightly. Though it just wasn’t enough for forever.

The second it becomes almost unbearable to suppress, the closet is opened up wide and suddenly.

The animatronic’s looming shadow is deathly still as he takes in the scene for a moment. You could hear his voice box mustering some kind of shrill shriek, or a gasp, or even a mix of the two? Whatever it was, it was not that of joy. 

Quickly, he snatched you up, hurrying to anywhere else away from the closet. He seems a bit frantic, looking around for a moment and goes to place you in a corner of folded blankets and huge stack of pillows.

“Sun, I’m not done cleaning the—“

“Are you silly in the head? Do you want to get hurt??” his voice was shrilly and panicked. 

“What did I even do?!” You huffed, trying to stand up and slide off the mountain of cushions. Though, your feet hit the floor and you were instantly dizzy, almost nauseous. The itch that lingered in the back of your throat grew and grew. His hands were on you again, picking you up just to put you back on top. 

You swatted at his hands to no avail. 

“Do you even have a sliver of self preservation, friend?” You stared at him for a moment, eyes watering. Not from him yelling at you, but from you trying not to choke and hack in his face. “No ventilation, so, so, SO careless! I can’t leave you alone for one second without some horrible accident!”

Still, you’re confused, you don’t understand what he’s trying to get at, or barely anything at all with how dizzy you are. Though the second he sticks his finger out accusingly and jabs at your chest, the coughing fit you’ve been holding off ensues. Your reaction time is off and before you can bring your hand up to cover your mouth it’s all over sun’s face.

Blood splatters onto his faceplate and he’s deathly still.

“Agh! Sun! Sorry, sorry!!” You scrambled, trying to look for anything to wipe up the crimson mess, the dusty rag you had in your pocket. You stuttered out millions of “sorry”s a second. For a moment he was still standing rigid, though he quickly got himself out of the daze, moving quickly to hold you still once more.

If he didn’t hate you before, spitting up blood in his face would certainly do the trick.

“You need to breathe, Friend,” he shook you a bit.

“It was an accident I promise!”

“Duh! I didn’t think you were smart enough to make chlorine gas on purpose!” He said, his voice a bit too cheery for that, flicking your forehead.

“…chlorine…?” You could only stare. His mechanical equivalent of a sigh came and he took the rag from your hand to finish what you started. When you looked down and it really caught up to you that you coughed up blood, you even really considered what was even happening.

Ohh… in all your mindless cleaning, you must’ve mixed chemicals, stuck in a little closet with no air flow, inhaling that was certainly not good for you. Had you been in there any longer it could’ve been fatal.

“Sorry… again,” a sheepish smile was given, in hopes to compensate for that ordeal. Sun only returned a head tilt full of pity.

“Perhaps you should stay off cleaning duty until I can properly teach you what to use,” he mused. “Unless you don’t mind wiping the playscape top to bottom with baby wipes.”

You gave him a strained smile, not wanting to seem too enthusiastic nor against it. Knowing he absolutely would make you do such a thing if he was having a particularly bad day.

All in all, you just got a scolding, and he wouldn’t let you even think about getting up. Any time you tried was fruitless, led to him just pushing you back down. It was past your shift time, and they weren’t paying you overtime.

He did give you a blanket though, that was nice. Nicer than he’s ever really been. You got the bare minimum. It was embarrassing how giddy you felt inside for some general kindness.

You honestly wanted to pull your teeth out after he asked you how you were feeling. Though with your pathetic “fine,” he clearly wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t seem to care enough to prod. You were fine enough, and anymore attention from him would’ve made you feel ten times worse. 

Fortunately you had managed to get a little nap in. Though it was cut short with Sun practically dragging you out before the lights went out. You were too drowsy and sickly to even consider looking back right now.

However, a part of you wanted to think that maybe he cared even a little about your wellbeing, regardless if it was purely his programming or not. 

[lilacmingi]

PLAYTIME

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you are under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Moondrop!San & Sundrop!Wooyoung x fem reader

Word count: 4,092

Note: This was published on Wattpad October 2022 and since the FNAF movie is coming out in a couple days I’m sharing this one on Tumblr! It’s one of my favorites and I feel like it’s so unique. There will not be a part 2. Also if the cover looks bad pls ignore it :P

You huffed as you pushed up the metal garage-like door just enough for you to get through. You didn't really care where it led to, you just wanted to get out of the main area of the mall and away from those incessant staff bots.

You just started working at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. In fact, it was your first day on the job and you somehow managed to get yourself locked inside. You were so busy with all your work that you lost track of time. When you finished, you found that you had been locked inside.

The area you just entered was the daycare.

The first thing you spotted was a huge golden statue depicting a sun and moon character, both dressed in attire that resembled that of a jester. Glancing around the room, you saw round tables scattered about, each one with a number on it. You were quick to figure out you were in some sort of reception area of the daycare.

You peered out into the netted area beyond the reception hall, inside were two large, multicolored play structures with cartoon faces of the glamrock mascots from the Fazbear franchise stuck on them and a massive ball pit designed to look like a mote. Your gaze was drawn to a platform a few feet above the play area, made to look like the outlook on a tower, a bright spotlight shining directly on it. Red curtains draped over an arched doorway that led to what you could only assume was a room.

The daycare area appeared to be a safe and vacant place for you to lay low for a while.

Your eyes searched the area for a moment before you spotted a colorful rainbow sign that read: SLIDE INTO FUN! leading directly into the daycare area. It appeared to be your only way inside, seeing as the security bots were patrolling the staircase that led to the second entrance for adults.

Without any other option, you got in and descended down the slide, falling right into a ball pit. You waded through the colorful spheres and stepped out of the pit. Now that you were inside the netted area, you were able to get a better look at everything.

The place seemed to be empty and free of any bloodthirsty animatronics.

Surely, you'd be safe.

Suddenly, your attention was turned to the castle up on the wall. A man suddenly emerged from the arched, curtain-draped opening and stepped out onto the platform. His blonde hair was pushed back away from his face, tousled in a way that made it look a bit spiky. He was dressed in jester attire, the collar ruffled as well as the top of his yellow and red striped pants. Tied on his wrists were red ribbons with bells that jingled when he moved.

The man lifted his arms into the air, chuckling gleefully before diving into the ball pit you were just in moments ago. You watched with wary eyes as the man never came up. Hesitantly, you stepped closer, peering into the ball pit. He emerged abruptly, causing some of the colorful spheres to fly through the air. He made his way out of the ball pit, a bright smile on his face.

"Hello, new friend! You're a bit big to be in the daycare." He tilted his head. "That's alright! We can still have fun!"

He didn't give you a chance to speak as he continued talking.

"We can finger paint, tell stories, drink Fizzy Faz until our heads explode and stay up all night!" He exclaimed, giddily as he pranced around.

"I was actually just hoping to—"

"What's your name, new friend?"

"Uh... Y/n." You answered.

You were wearing a name tag. Did he not notice it?

"Ah! Y/n. What a wonderful name! I'm Wooyoung, but my friends call me Woo. Hey, do you like glitter glue?"

"I-“

"If you like glitter glue, I have glitter glue, and lots of it!"

"I'd like to just stay in here for a while if that's okay."

His eyes sparkled as an excited gasp left him.

"Of course! There's so much we can do! We could play hide and seek, have a puppet show, make macaroni art." He listed enthusiastically.

This guy didn't seem so bad and the daycare appeared to be the safest place for you. Perhaps you could stay.

"Oh, this'll be so much fun! There's one rule, however. Lights stay on. On." He punctuated the last word, his voice sounding ominous when he did.

"Uh. Yeah. I can do that."

"Wonderful!" He clasped his hands together. "Come here! I have some fun activities planned."

He grabbed your hands, yanking you forward. Because of that, you stumbled and accidentally knocked over a stack of cylinders that had crescent moons and music notes on them, the objects making the sound of a party favor as they tumbled to the floor.

Wooyoung came to a stop, turning to see the shapes that had toppled over.

"No, no, no, no! What a mess! Oh, which was the bottom? Where is the top? Clean up! Clean up!" He stressed, hurrying to stack the musical cylinders back up.

Once the stack was back the way it was, he let out a sigh.

"There. Good as new."

"Sorry." You apologized even though it wasn't really your fault, but it felt appropriate.

"It's alright, friend." He beamed. "I get ahead of myself sometimes and I can be a bit clumsy."

He continued to pull you towards a tiny table where he ushered you into a small chair that you barely fit in.

"Look at all this neat stuff!" Wooyoung beamed. "Here."

He placed a piece of copy paper in front of you and began talking about all the different arts and crafts materials he had.

You opted for the colored pencils, grabbing one of them while Wooyoung started grabbing paints.

"What are you gonna draw?" Wooyoung asked, giddily. "I'm gonna paint a sun."

"I'm not sure what I'm gonna draw yet."

"That's okay. Just wait for inspiration to strike!"

As you thought about what to draw, you noticed a black cord stretching across the play area.

"What are those cords?" You asked Wooyoung.

"Oh. Those lead to generators in the play structures. There are five of them and each connect to a light on the outside of the structures." He pointed.

You noticed a few lights here and there attached to the plastic grate walls of the structures. You wondered why there were generators in a play area for children, but chose not to ask questions.

"So, you mentioned Fizzy Faz earlier."

"Uh-huh." He nodded.

"What does it taste like?"

The paintbrush in Wooyoung's hand fell, as did his jaw.

"You've never had it?"

You shook your head.

"We have to change that right away! What flavor do you prefer? There's orange, pink lemonade, cherry, lime, and grape."

"I'll have (your choice)."

Wooyoung immediately got up from his chair and started to hurry off only to stop and turn to you.

"You won't run off, will you?"

"I don't have anywhere else to go." You shrugged.

Minutes later, Wooyoung returned with a can of the fizzy drink and a small paper cup.

"Here you go, friend." He beamed, placing the small cup down on the table.

You thanked him, trying some of the soda, the tiny cup already nearly empty.

"Are you hungry? I have all sorts of yummy snacks. Goldfish crackers, cookies, potato chips, gummies." He listed.

"Now that you mention it, I am kinda hungry."

"Great! I'll be right back."

He hurried off somewhere while you stayed in your seat, working on your drawing.

Moments later, a paper tower was placed on the table as Wooyoung started putting small piles of assorted snacks onto it.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted, so brought everything." He paused for a second. "You don't have peanut allergies, do you?"

Before you could answer, he spoke up. "It's fine. None of these snacks are made with peanut products anyway. Gotta stay safe for the kiddos." He gave a bright smile, his head cocking to the side. "Here you go, friend."

You chuckled at the setup before you. A small, paper cup with soda and a paper towel with little piles of snacks on it.

"What's so funny?" Wooyoung asked.

"This just reminds me of when I was a kid." You smiled softly at the nostalgia. "This was the usual setup for special snack at school."

"Ah, that's right. You're not a kid." He chuckled. "Sorry, friend. I'm used to being around children." He slid the can of Fizzy Faz to you before sitting back down in his seat to continue his painting.

"That's alright." You waved it off, taking a drink of the bubbly soda. "You're trained to handle kids. You're used to that, so I don't blame you for being on autopilot."

"Thank you, Y/n." Wooyoung gave you a gentle smile before turning his attention back to his artwork.

"So, you work here?" He asked.

"You just noticed?" You chuckled.

"Yeah. I was so excited to have a visitor that I got carried away."

"Well, I only just started working here today. I don't know too much about this place and I had so much work I got distracted and when I finished, the doors were locked."

"So you're stuck in here until morning?"

You nodded.

"You can stay in here with me until 6am! You'll be safe here."

"Thank you."

Things were quiet for a few moments. The only sounds were the music playing in the daycare accompanied by the soft noise of your colored pencils against the paper.

"New friend, Y/n. Can I tell you something?" Wooyoung asked, cutting through the silence.

"Sure." You hummed, painting away.

When he didn't say anything, you looked up at him. His cheeks were tinted pink and he was holding back giggles.

"What is it?" You urged.

"You're very pretty."

"Oh. Thank you."

"Only children come into the daycare, and parents, of course, but I'm not used to seeing someone as pretty as you." Wooyoung was blushing like crazy as he spoke. "The teenagers and young adults usually spend their time elsewhere like Roxy Raceway."

"Right. I'm sure this is weird for you."

"No, actually. It's a nice change. The limited non-robot staff we have here don't really come into the daycare, so I'm not around older people that often. But, again, it's a nice change."

An hour or so passed and you were having a wonderful time with Wooyoung. Making crafts and painting really took you back to your childhood and helped to distract you from worrying about animatronics. Wooyoung had even made a cute little drawing of you with crayons, which you found endearing. He was very enthusiastic and bubbly, asking lots of questions about you and your interests. Whenever you'd give him your answer he'd watch you with wide eyes, taking in every word.

The two of you were having a blast when all of a sudden the lights shut off, surrounding you in near total darkness. You let out a gasp, the bright and sunny man's stern words immediately replaying in your head.

"Lights stay on. On."

He was so serious when he said that.

What happens when the lights go off?

"Oh no." Wooyoung muttered. "Oh no. Oh no!"

He stood up from his chair abruptly, causing it to fall over as the panic in his voice rose.

"What's wrong?" You asked, worriedly.

"Not good! Not good!" He put his hands on his face, staggering backwards as he screamed in agony.

Lost in his hysterics, he tripped and fell behind a stack of large, foam blocks sitting about the daycare, the atmosphere becoming eerily silent.

"Wooyoung?" You called out, shakily.

To your shock and mild horror, a completely different person emerged from behind the shapes. This one had dark hair with a white streak in his bangs. His attire was similar to Wooyoung's, but instead of stripes, this man's pants were a dark blue color with yellow stars all over them. He donned a night cap on his head with the same pattern.

"I'm not Wooyoung." The man responded with a sinister grin. "I'm San."

"What happened to Wooyoung?" You asked, taking a step back.

"He's not here right now." His red colored irises that seemed to glow raked down your body. "You're up a bit late, don't you think?"

"No." You answered, taking another step back.

"You should be sleeping. Naughty, naughty." He shook his head while wagging a finger at you.

"I'm not a child." You responded.

He let out a tsk as he leaned in close to you, tilting his head. "Daycare rules."

You took a step back, stumbling when your foot hit something. You had accidentally knocked over the same stack of cylinder shapes that you'd bumped into earlier.

San growled angrily, bending down.

"Clean up! clean up!" He repeated in a seemingly annoyed voice as he began stacking the objects back up.

You then realized Wooyoung reacted the same way and perhaps you could use that to your advantage. You took that as your chance to try and escape, bolting directly for the play structures, crawling up the slide, opting to hide there for a moment.

"Oh~ you wanna play hide and seek?" San chuckled, the sound coming out in a rasp. "I think I can manage."

It sounded like San was on the opposite side of the daycare, which put your nerves at ease, but only for a moment.

Afraid to stay in one place for too long, you

shimmied up the slide and started crawling around in the structure.

What do I do? What do I do?

Would you have to spend the rest of the night hiding from this San guy?

You advanced further into the play structure, moving up a bit higher, taking a moment to peer out into the daycare. It was dark except for the giant screen at the front of the room depicting a sun character that resembled Wooyoung.

Using the light from the screen, you looked around the area from above. You didn't see San anywhere, which terrified you. Instead of staying in one place for too long, you continued on your way, slipping through a colorful tube and into another section of the structure.

As you crawled ahead, you felt your foot catch on something, instinctively flinching before turning around to find a generator. The relief you felt when you saw that it wasn't San was immeasurable.

That's right. There are generators inside the play structures.

You shuffled back to the generator, a red light shining. Feeling around, you managed to find a switch of some sort, your fingers curling around the handle. You pulled up on it, a light on the outside of the structure coming on shortly after.

A quiet sigh of relief leaves you.

One down, four to go.

"You can't hide forever, dear." You heard San's voice from somewhere below.

Taking one last look out into the daycare, you spotted San creeping across the bridge above the ball pit.

You needed to find the other generators, and fast.

You crawled through the top area of the play structure, not finding any. As much as you hated to, you knew you'd have to go back down to the lower level.

Taking in a deep breath and gathering all the courage you could muster, you headed down until you got to the bottom level. You glanced around, checking for San before sneaking your way into another section of the play structure. It didn't take long for you to come across a second generator. You flipped it on and were on the move once again.

The floodlights didn't illuminate the area very well, but it was better than nothing. You hoped turning on all five would somehow bring Wooyoung back.

You continued searching the play structure, opting to follow the cords throughout the area, hoping they would lead you to a generator. Sometimes they would lead to one you had already turned on, while other times they led to a light attached to the outside of the structure.

You hadn't spotted San for quite some time, which gave you a sense of relief. Maybe you got lucky and he forgot about you.

Just then, you spotted him clinging to the outside of the play structure. A scream tore through you as the man leaned close to the grates.

"It's past your bedtime, my dear." He said with a sinister smirk.

You scurried away as quickly as you could, wanting to get as far away from him as possible, your knees becoming sore from crawling around so much.

You had already turned four generators on. There was only one left, but you couldn't seem to find it.

I've searched this entire structure. You thought to yourself. Where could it be?

Just then, you spotted a second play structure on the other side of the daycare, your heart dropping in your chest. The last generator is over there. You're certain of it.

You would have to find a way over to it without getting caught.

Moving silently throughout the play structure, you made your way to the bottom where you slowly began to lose your nerve. Your mind began to fill with petrifying thoughts, wondering what ghastly things San would do if he caught you.

You have to get to that last generator, Y/n. You told yourself, trying your best to psych yourself up and gather your nerves. Getting the lights back on was the only way to ensure yourself safety.

Taking one last look out into the daycare, you got ready to make a break for it, checking for San. When you didn't see him, you took off across the colorful foam flooring, skittering towards the second play structure.

Dark chuckles echoed through the vast room.

"Run run as fast as you can."

Hearing San's taunting frightened you and had you shaking like a leaf, but it also gave you that extra rush of adrenaline you needed, helping to get you safely to the second structure where you momentarily felt safe.

"I can see you." He sang creepily, prompting you to scurry further into the structure in an attempt to get away from him.

You hated this. Why did the lights have to go out all of a sudden? That was the one thing Wooyoung said not to do and now look where you are. It's your first day on the job and you're going to die by the hands of some psychopath in star pajamas. The mere thought of being caught made the panic within you rise tenfold.

You creeped through the structure, hoping San doesn't find his way inside. Little did you know, your fears would soon become a reality.

As you're crawling, you feel someone's breath fanning against your neck.

"Knock knock." He whispered.

You let out a terrified yelp, continuing to move forward at a quicker pace, but you didn't make it very far.

A gasp left you as San grabbed hold of your ankle, jerking you backwards until you were underneath him.

"Caught you."

His hands held you firmly against the flooring of the play structure, preventing you from escaping. You were just a foot from the last generator—so close, yet so far away. San moved in closer, his sharp eyes gazing down at you as a wicked smirk played at his lips.

What do I do?

You were panicking, your heart beating so fast you could hear the pounding in your ears. Fearful of what he would do with you, you shoved him away with your knee, pulling yourself closer to the generator, stretching your arm out, your fingers reaching for the switch, just barely brushing it.

"Wait!"

You paused after hearing San call out to you.

"Don't. Please."

The desperation in his voice caught you off guard, making you hesitate in your actions.

Your brows pulled together in confusion. Did he just ask you not to flip the generator on?

"I thought we were playing hide and seek." He continued, a frown pulling the corners of his mouth downward.

"Hide and seek?" You parroted in disbelief. "I thought you were trying to kill me!"

"Kill you? No. I thought we were just playing a game."

He pout in his voice almost made you feel bad for him. Almost.

"You didn't exactly make that clear."

He sighed, his head dropping in disappointment.

"I'm turning this on." You told him. "I want Wooyoung back."

"You don't like me?"

Your hand froze once again after hearing his words. He sounded hurt. Pitiful, almost. Turning back to him, you saw the expression on his face. His bottom lip was stuck out in a pout, quivering slightly as his red eyes appearing glossy with tears.

Your hand went limp, abandoning the the generator and silently hoping you weren't about to make a mistake.

•

Your heart thudded against your rib cage, your knees hitting the plastic flooring of the play structure as you crawled as fast as you could through the narrow passageways, getting lost in the maze once again.

I can't believe I let this happen again.

You barely made it out the first time and now you're stuck here once more. That all too familiar feeling of terror was beginning to build inside you as you hurried to hide, ominous chuckles from San echoing down the tunnel you were crawling through. Your body shook as you hurried through the endless labyrinth that was the play structures. The raw panic and trepidation that ran through your body was the only thing keeping you going. Your trembling hand grabbed onto the switch on the third generator, flipping it on.

That's when you heard San's dark chuckling behind you, causing you to gasp.

He was inside the play structure.

Crawling as fast as you possibly could, you turned a corner, shuffling through a tube, coming out at the bridge that connected two of the play towers. You hurried across into the second structure in search for the next generator.

"You're getting better at this, darling." San's voice emitted from across the bridge.

He was right on your tail.

You followed the twists and turns of the tunnels and platforms, not realizing you'd somehow gotten turned around.

Panicked, you changed directions and shimmied down a nearby passageway, narrowly escaping. You arrived at a small ramp that led to a lower level of the play structure. From what you remember, there was a generator nearby one of the ramps, though you weren't sure if this one was the right one. There was no time to think it over as you took the chance.

Just when you thought you were about to find the next generator, you ran into San who had a wicked smile on his face, his eyes flickering with mischief.

You yelped in surprise, which only made him grin wider. In one, swift motion he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around you.

"Gotcha."

"You promised you wouldn't chase me this time." You frowned.

"Sorry." He giggled. "It's just so much fun."

"I've had enough hide and seek for the night. I wanna hang out with Wooyoung."

"You got to hang out with Wooyoung earlier." San whined.

"Alright, fine. But I don't want you scaring me anymore."

"No scaring. I promise!"

After that first night at the pizzaplex, you learned San wasn't so bad after all. He just had an odd way of interacting with people sometimes and tended to come off a bit scary. He wasn't nearly as terrifying as he appeared. In fact, he was actually rather adorable.

His counterpart, Wooyoung, had apologized profusely to you once the sun had come up, worried that San had spooked you. Being honest with him, you explained what happened, but assured him that San wasn't a bad person and you actually enjoyed your time with him—when he wasn't chasing you, that is.

From then on, you would drop in and visit Wooyoung during the day while working and stay after hours to spend a little more time with him before bringing San out. Something fishy was definitely going down at the mega pizzaplex, especially with the glamrock animatronics, but with San and Wooyoung around, you felt safe. You found yourself looking forward to seeing them every day, wondering what new shenanigans would ensue once the pizzaplex closed for the night.

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[sinister-sincerely]

Congratulations! You have just been hired to work at the Daycare were a two for one Animatronic is already in a (taboo) relationship with your other co-worker. Now that co-worker is gone for awhile and your mutual animosity between the Animatronic and you are set to overflow.

You wouldn't do something stupid and fall for the TAKEN robots, right?!

[thejesterconcept]

Even If I Hate You, You Are All I Have Left

Hello! About half a year or so ago, I wrote a oneshot for the Lord Bloodmoon AU created by @o-i-w-u, and now I decided it would be fun to rewrite it, as I actually created two, and I looked back and decided I should rewrite those to see how I improved! Please check out the person who created the AU, @o-i-w-u , they have cool TSAMS content there!

TW: Robo-Gore, Blood, Character Death, Abuse, Dead Body Mention

He had just finished wiping all the oil and blood off the ground, all that had tracked in whenever he or Sun came inside here. Most floors in the ruined, desolate castle had at least a bit of blood caked on the ground there, from whenever Bloodmoon brought back new humans to torment.

Eclipse refused to call Bloodmoon ‘Lord’.

Eclipse had created Bloodmoon, for stars’ sake, he shouldn’t ever have to call Bloodmoon that. And yet, despite it all, there would always be those one or two humans, who when brought back, tried calling them that, to try and ‘appease’ Bloodmoon. And maybe that worked, albeit temporarily, whenever Bloodmoon was in a good mood.

Eclipse knew better.

This….workshop Eclipse had, hidden in the castle ruins…you couldn't even call it that. That would be an insult to an actual workshop. It simply had the bare minimum of items Eclipse needed for repairing animatronics. Not that there were that many left. Most animatronics nowadays were either in hiding or dead. Eclipse wouldn’t know where to find them.

Moon was dead. That much Eclipse knew. He had been present when Bloodmoon dragged the lifeless body out into the open, the Star in their other hand. Sun and Eclipse had been fighting at the time, but both paused at the sight.

Sun denied it all instantly. Even with the body in front of him, Sun insisted Moon must have backups, and Eclipse, while he couldn’t claim he thought the exact same…..Moon being dead seemed so wrong. Sure, he could see Moon’s body right there; no matter the dents, scratches, torn and mangled parts, or torn off sheets of metal, it was still easy to tell it was Moon. But it took longer than it should’ve to set in, actually.

Bloodmoon had had a few decent injuries on him. But they had the Star, and could heal any of it. Eclipse knew Moon at least wouldn’t have gone down without a fight, and he’d put up a good one at the very least. But….looking back, no matter how much Moon had fought back, it all just seemed so….meaningless, especially with how Bloodmoon could heal it all. It may have been in an attempt to keep them from the Star, but it obviously didn’t work. No one had even realized Bloodmoon had the Star’s location in the first place.

Suddenly, a loud crash sounded from behind the metal door of the workshop. Eclipse paused, taking a second to hold in the panic that Bloodmoon finally decided to be done with him or this sorry excuse of a workshop. Eventually, he grabbed an old pipe, and slowly made his way to the peep hole through the door. All he glanced at was a flash of dull yellow before he threw the door open, not caring as he dropped the pipe.

It could’ve been a trap for all Eclipse knew, but he couldn’t just leave Sun there. Eclipse quickly dragged the heap that was Sun inside, before closing the door, and locking it up. No matter how many locks Eclipse had on the door, it never felt like enough. Not that they’d actually do anything to stop Bloodmoon if he grew tired of Sun and Eclipse.

“You dumb idiot, Sun, you should know better”, Eclipse grumbled, even if he figured Sun was unconscious and couldn't hear him at this point. A tiny bit of smoke came out of the back of his head as he pulled Sun over to where he had set up shop; Eclipse could never fully fix himself, there were parts like the back of his head he couldn’t reach.

Sun needed power and fast as Eclipse swiftly connected him up to the machine, one of the few Bloodmoon hadn’t destroyed…yet.

There were a few large dents in Sun from where he had landed. Whether he had fallen on the way there or Bloodmoon had thrown him, Eclipse couldn’t guess. Both Eclipse and Sun knew that calling this workshop ‘hidden’ was dumb; Bloodmoon knew exactly where this all was. Eclipse was fairly certain the only reason Bloodmoon left it was because while they didn’t use the Star to fix Sun and Eclipse back up, they still found it amusing, Eclipse patching himself and Sun up each time.

But eventually, the day would come when Bloodmoon stopped finding it amusing.

Sun also had large scratches add gourges deep into his body, and a little more than half of his face was caved in, like Bloodmoon had smashed it into the ground. They probably had done that. There were slashes here and there as well, with oil leaking out a tiny bit. One of his feet had been mangled, and more than half of his fingers were shattered.

Bloodmoon had been leaving more of a mark on Sun and Eclipse every time they decided to toy with either one of them. Eclipse would have to teach Sun to repair animatronics at some point after this. Eclipse himself was barely lucid each time Bloodmoon decided to go after him. All Sun could do was plug him in to charge, so hopefully Eclipse didn’t die from his injuries before he could fix him.

…

A funny thing this ‘alliance’ was; shaky, and both of them hated it, and each other. But neither one would dare betray the other. Neither could. Both had lost everything within days of Bloodmoon getting the Star, except for each other.

Had Eclipse back then seen Sun like he did moments ago, he could have easily picked Sun up, especially when Sun was in this state. He also perhaps would’ve interrogated him, taunted him, but certainly not helped him. 

Times had forced Eclipse to change more dramatically.

Sun and Eclipse had gone from each other’s most hated enemies, to being the ones saving each others’ lives every other day.

As much as they hated each other, each other was all they had left. Neither of them could bear hurting the other, because they couldn’t bear it.

The thought of that was rather stupid…perhaps nice, if you ignored what forced this all, but Eclipse had to shove it all down to the side. He had to repair Sun.

[dcawritings]

*throws this snippet of a oneshot I’m working on for The Color of Your Eyes fic at everyone*

WOE, INTIMATE SUN AND ROBOT!READER BE UPON YE

For context since the main fic hasn’t been written or posted: the reader has recently learned that they are actually a highly-advanced prototype animatronic made by Fazco and they haven’t taken the news all that well. Sun, hoping to offer them some comfort, wants to show them that they can still feel loved

“What new secret part are you about to reveal to me…?” you say, tone a mix of humor and exhaustion as Sun gently manhandles your wrist. “Because I’m surprised a knife hasn’t popped out at this point. Or a laser. A laser would be a little cool though…”

The animatronic doesn’t say anything in an immediate reply, instead simply taking your hand in his and turning it over so he can touch a single fingertip to the center of your inner wrist. For a few moments it looks as if he’s trying to take your pulse, but that is quickly corrected when the seam of a square hatch reveals itself and opens with a soft *click*.

Ah. Yet another access panel you didn’t know about. Lovely.

Despite not tilting his faceplate up, you know that Sun’s eyes are trained on you again. Gentle. He’s waiting for you to pull your hand away, to see if you’ll let him continue.

Your heart — or the part of your code or hardware that simulates one — is beating rapidly. You feel… nervous? But in a way you recognize; in a way that is so wonderfully *human*.

“I figured you had one o’ these somewhere,” Sun murmurs, tone so soft and subdued in a stark contrast to the static grin of his faceplate. He traces a fingertip around the open panel, dipping into the space. You can see wires, thin and thick, multicolored in ways you assume are important. Do they control your fingers? Are they like muscles?

The animatronic continues in a soft near-whisper as his finger gently presses against the bundle of wires, “The folks in Parts n’ Service call this a ‘universal access port’. Everybody’s got one, starlight— even me n’ Moonie, ‘cept ours are out of the central processors behind our faceplate.”

You watch as he seems to find whatever he’s looking for; a cord half-hidden amongst the rest, one that seems clipped into place and with a blunt-looking end that kinda reminds you of an old analogue audio jack, except it’s a bit wider and with the golden protrusion on one side. There’s a hole on the other side, as if it’s meant to have a complimentary part connected.

It… takes a few seconds of Sun watching you, waiting for some sort of response before the realization finally hits.

“Are you… able to… connect yours with…. mine?”

“Only if you’re comfortable,” Sun murmurs, a gentle flicker of the lights in his eyes assuring you of his honesty. “It won’t be nearly as overwhelmin’ as what I was doing before. When we connect with this, we’ll have access to each other’s systems.” A moment passes, and he makes a soft noise akin to a human clearing their throat. ”This is actually how most of the others here… well… how they…”

Sun tries and fails to finish the sentence, but it doesn’t take a scientist to know where he’s going with it. His gentle fumbling for words in the middle of the moment is a comfort, a warmth that embraces your thoughts like a beloved old blanket.

“You mean to tell me,” you say, words little more than an amused huff. “That *this* is how y’all fuck?”

Sun’s rays immediately retract almost entirely into his faceplate at the sound of the word. His voice glitches for a moment as he babbles out some kind of answer, “I— No! I mean— yes! But— Language!”

[kimaleart]

Occupational Hazards written by @icedmetaltea is one of my to re-read fic and after so many rereads i just had to draw a fragment to it!

[staticsymphonysounds]

An idea that I think no one really gets into (or that I haven’t seen at least!!) is the fact Sun and Moon are just programmed AI. This isn’t talking about like how they were designed and made for kids I’ve seen that several times. Rather the fact they are MADE to make you feel happy and good even though they have no idea what they are really conveying. Now, don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore sentient AI sun and moon fan fictions and one shots. I read a lot of them. However, I just think it could make a fantastic angst/story idea ya know? Just someone realizing all these kind and sweet things they say and do in response to their advances? It’s all just programmed motions. They are programmed to adapt responses so people can get the best experience. In reality, it doesn’t really know nor understand ANYTHING that you’re conveying it’s merely just responding. It’s entire purpose is to serve people and make them happy. It’s there to give YOU the best experience. Now, there could very well be a fanfiction or oneshot out there about this same idea and I just haven’t come across it—I don’t read a lot of angst (I will SOB if I do) I just think it’s a really cool, and angsty, idea :) (I would say I’d write it but…motivation is limited to come by for me folks)

[xemily-similex]

Paper Hearts Break All The Same (PT 2-2)

the first part is here (1)

"Sun? Sunman? Are you home?" You call out, because where could they be? It was like they disappeared. Their assistant, too.

"Hellooo?" Turning the corner by the ball pit, which they aren't in either, you crane your neck looking for them. A pang of worry hits, and you fret that he suddenly malfunctioned while you came down the stairs and was carted off to Parts. You should have passed him by if that happened.

You check your Fazwatch for any notifications that the Attendant was in Parts or needed repairs. There are none, which is great because he's not breaking down, but it doesn't explain why he hasn't even greeted you yet like he normally does. Yell out a Hold on, I'm busy, friend! or something.

He would have to know you were here by now, he gets alerts when anyone steps through the faux oak doors or SLIDES INTO FUN.

You would think you weren't welcome, if it wasn't a regular occurrence that you were in the Daycare after hours hanging out with Sun.

You feel the prickles of shame and embarrassment caresses mockingly caresses you feel like the idiot you are.

Maybe the Attendant is busy and you're trespassing while he and his assistant are working, and he doesn't want your company right now.

You fret, feeling like looking stupid in front of your crush certainly wouldn't help you win them over. Hindering him from doing his job wasn't a good idea either. You are about to leave when you hear shuffling.

"Oh! Hey, dude!" You hear the assistant call out. Briefly you're annoyed, but if they're here they'll know where Sun is and if he's malfunctioning.

"H-hey." You stammer and cringe at yourself. You clear your throat. "I was just wanting to talk to Sun… about something." You say, holding your confession hearts behind you.

It wouldn't hide them, not by any means, you made them Attendant size after all, just for them.

It made you seem more suspicious holding them like that, but it helped your nerves if you weren't waving them in the air for the assistant, God and everyone else to see.

"He should be around here somewhere; we were just hanging, and time got the best of us!" The assistant said and it made something you don't want to acknowledge coil in your belly and your eyebrows furrow a moment.

You walk slowly trailing the assistant, not knowing if you should follow or not, and they come back with the bot you came to see.

You beam, your heart rate picking up. If you had a tail, it would be wagging.

The assistant drags them by the arm. The Attendant hesitating for some reason you can't explain.

"I told you I heard someone!" The say and you miss the look flashing across his face for the briefest of moments. "We were in the middle of cleaning, friend and I-I didn't really want anyone to interrupt…" He says lowly to the assistant, and you instantly feel bad.

You had come in the middle of cleaning, but you had before as well and he didn't mind, so you didn't think too much about it being the wrong time now.

You scratch the back of your neck sheepishly, feeling glitter from your macrame nightmare scratching you as well.

This wasn't how you wanted this to go, but it's going.

You can always just explain yourself, and maybe it'll make up for the inappropriate timing. "Yeah, uh, I know you're busy, and I'll help clean up! It's just, I…" You trail, the words stuck in your throat. You eye the assistant, it would be awkward doing this in front of them, wouldn't it? What if they say no, or what if the assistant isn't so agreeable with a human-robot relationship? Maybe you should have waited.

Sun takes advantage of your silence and chimes in like he's in the biggest hurry. "Don't worry, ol' Mechanic, ol buddy, pal of mine," Sun exclaims and growled the last part.

Sun grabs you and starts twirling with you towards the entrance. You drop your confession hearts somewhere along the line. "There is always tomorrow, we're never busy on Tuesdays and you know how dirty the Daycare gets! We clean tonight and you can come back tomorrow yep, yep, yep!" He says and stops to look at the assistant, and twirl you like a ballerina. "Besides, you've probably got enough dirt and grime on that filthy uniform of yours for today! Peeee-eeww!" He says to you and his assistant snickers.

You bristle at that. Sure, your uniform isn't exactly fresh, it was a tad soiled in oil and dirt, but it was not filthy!

You were so focused on making their cards and telling them how you felt that you hadn't thought about your appearance. You also didn't think they'd care. It makes a prickly, stubborn lump start forming in your throat.

"Wait!" You say, and chuckle nervously as you were danced to the doors. What is going on? You wanted to talk to your friend, not dance. This wasn't even dancing! You try to stop but that would be like trying to a marry go round by hand. "Sun, I wanted to-!"

He does some kind of move and with a flick of the wrist you were spun out of the Daycare. Your feet stop themselves from spinning before you stumble and fall. Your face has a scowl on it, you're sure.

You look up in time enough to see Sun bow comically at you and wave. "Nighty, night friend!" He says and you are in awe.

This was not typical Sun behavior. Even at his busiest, frazzled, wackiest days he wouldn't shove you away, literally! He pulls you into the Daycare most of the time!

You break out of your frozen, what is going on here, stupor. "Sun, what the hell-" He shuts the doors in your face.

This wasn't how you expected this to go. You thought that you would come in, hopefully the assistant would have left by now, but you were going to talk to your bestest best friend and tell him that you have feelings for him! You knew he might not feel the same, but you thought that he would give you a minute or two to at least say what you were trying to, before kicking you out, waltz-style.

This wasn't even in any of your worst case scenarios. You aren't even sure what happened to lump it into a scenario case!

You go to bang on the door, maybe a little indignantly, when Sun opens it again.

"Here's your… whatever you were going for." He haphazardly throws your giant hearts back at you. "Advice for the future?" He says in that sassy way that if this were any other time, you would have thought it would be funny, but right now it just bites at your frayed emotions.

"Don't use so much glitter, it's so tacky!" He scoffs, adding a soft woof to punctuate his point. "It just makes it seem like you're trying too hard!" He does his cute squeaky laugh and your heart breaks.

Sun chucks a See ya tomorrow, and have a Fazzerific day! at you and closes the door again.

You look at the crumpled mess of glitter and hearts and stickers and failure and shame at your feet and kick some red and blue glitter off of your shoes.

You honestly don't know what to say about this. You say nothing, you don't even move. What…?

You wonder if he read them, and you don't know if it would be worse if he had.

So, he's either read them and thought you were an idiot, or he didn't even care to read them at all. You don't know which one you would prefer.

Maybe he didn't know that you made them for him and Moon, and maybe he was embarrassed and stressed out from having to deal with his new handler….

You bend down and pick them both up, the tattered hearts that are matching how yours feels.

You sweep glitter off and a couple stickers and googly eyes and half of the blue one falls to the floor. They shouldn't have been that busted up unless Sun just stomped on them as he waltzed you out of the doors. He acted so mean. Not in a cruel way, you don't think but he sure as hell wasn't friendly.

Sun has never mocked you like that. Teased you, sure, but he was never so condescending. Your over thinking brain starts taking over and analyzes everything to try and come up with a solution or a cause.

Frowning, feeling your throat tighten and that tell-tale tingling going up your spine, you blink and look around before you start crying. You pick up the remnants of your failed love confessions and walk them to the nearest trash can.

Sniffing, and wiping your nose on your sleeve you hear the assistant's annoying laughter coming from inside the Daycare. You whip your head around, the sound irritating you like nails on a chalk board.

Your heart, even your general non romantical feelings were hurt and to say you were in a soured mood would be the lie of the century.

Through the thick glass you see Sun and his assistant laughing and carrying on and it feels like a slap in your face somehow You have never felt so unwelcome and the butt of the joke in the Daycare before. The Attendant had always just known where your limits were, and how sensitive you could be, and magically worked around it. Tonight was totally different.

He was avoiding you when you went through the door, you have the hindsight to realize. He didn't want to see you. That hurt worse than being rejected, honestly. You can give credit when credit is due, you were in the Daycare and he was busy but still, he didn't have to make fun of your clothes and your paper heart (That you made for him) without even listening to what you wanted to say.

You don't even know what went wrong or what you done.

Maybe you should have gone back and re-done your confession letter.

Used a little less glitter this time.

[ask-zacharies-snackarie]

It's a lovely night...

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum that raised me

[weirdenbyferret]

So uh,,, finished that priest sun oneshot I was talking about

@gniteruirui here you go rui rui, I hasnt forgotten to tag ya

[eyndr-stories]

Tea Time Tall Tails (FNAF SB Fanfic)

Combining a few cute suggestions from Ao3 for this one! The_TRUE_Fanfiction_Princess: Somehow we discover a setting that makes us make mouse sounds? Gaiko: Reader cheering up Sun or Moon after a bad day? Or alternatively, Reader and the rest of the Rat fam have a game night / gossip party just sit around and spill da tea XD

This chapter is a standalone in-universe scenario for 'I Think I Smell A Rat', no previous reading required! All you need to know is you're a lil robot repair rat who lives in the walls of the plex and you're pals with Sun and Moon.

EDIT: I ALMOST FORGOR!!!!! The new stylish little bowties the rats have are inspired by THIS AMAZING FANART right here by @shirajellyfish!!! Everyone go look at it right now its so cute

This chapter contains: - Silly fun times with the boys! - The rats all make rat noises now, and if you know your rats you'll know that some noises mean a rat is scared or in distress, but for the purposes of this fic, I'm declaring right here that when the repair rats make the noises everything is fine, they're just randomly pulling audio files from a folder called 'misc rat sounds' some software guy put together from synthesized sounds. The squeaks are just cute rat sounds! No rats were harmed during the making of this fic lmao - This really is just a silly fun fluffy chapter ^_^

Ao3 link here!

The main fic this is based off of here: (I Think I Smell A Rat)

Tea Time Tall Tails

     You wouldn't say you had a favorite task per se, you just enjoyed doing the tasks and seeing them vanish off your little list and appear again in the network's completed task archive. And there were definitely some tasks that were easier than others. But of all the tasks, you sure did enjoy fixing the arcade machines when they broke quite a lot.

     All the arcade machines in the plex had either been built or modified after purchase to accommodate repair rats. They had ports just your size in the back, right by the power cable, and the ones built by the company had steep little paths along the inside walls for you to climb.

     You weren’t sure what it was about the arcade machines. Maybe it was just that fixing one had been your very first task ever upon activation. Maybe it was how simple they usually were to fix, making for a quick reward of ticking the task off the list. You weren’t sure, but you were in good spirits tonight. You’d gotten to fix two arcade machines, and with all the rest of your tasks done as well, you were on your way back to the nest for a quick recharge before you got to see your very tall friends in the daycare.

     Charging took longer than expected; there was a decent update waiting for you to power down and install it. A very brief and uncaring glance at the file told you this was actually the second part of a different update you'd received this morning. You'd had to go to parts and service for that, as there were apparently some small new parts to install and older parts to replace. This whole 'update' thing was more a very minor annoyance than anything, and you quickly put it out of mind once you were awake once more. You were excited to get to the daycare and hang out with your friends!

     When you finally arrived, you were thrilled to see a few more of your repair rat friends were already here as well. Ever since Sun had extended the invitation, the daycare had become almost a hub for any rats with some free time. You and the other rats, as it turned out, were somewhat starved for games and play time. You all worked so hard all the time, and before you’d met the daycare attendant, none of you had ever really taken time off to relax or have fun. It was always busy busy busy, work work work.

     Now though, you all had lots of games to play, and Sun and Moon never got bored or lonely after closing anymore either.

     “Tiny friend!!” Sun greeted you with as much enthusiastic delight as always, bounding over to scoop you up the moment you set foot in the daycare. “How are you??”

     You waved your tail and used the light at the end to blink out a reply in morse code. To your surprise however, the moment you began to blink your light, a sound jumped straight out of you.

     You and Sun both froze. You swiveled your head around in surprise, but you and Sun were the only ones around. Your rat friends were all the way across the daycare at one of the plastic tables. A moment later, you processed that the noise had come from you.

     "Did you just… squeak?!" Sun cried. He was practically vibrating with delight.

     "I… think… so…?" You slowly blinked in reply. This time you heard quiet chittering noises coming from you as you did. Those sounds were definitely coming from you. You paused to take a closer look at those update files. "Ah. I've acquired a speaker box, it seems. And several audio files."

     "Yes!! That's right, a few of your friends told me you all got an update! Just when I thought you couldn't get any cuter!!" Sun bounced from side to side and gave your head a little pat. "You make cute little mousey sounds now with your little… squeaker box!" Sun giggled. He held you up closer to his grinning face plate. "OH!! And look at this, it's so teeny I almost didn't see it! You've got a little bowtie now too, ahhh!"

     You had to admit, the pun was amusing. You weren't sure about these noises, though. They didn't really have a practical use. Who thought this was a necessary update?? You had actually noticed the bowtie; that had been a new addition after this morning's parts and service updates, but you hadn't really paid it much mind at all. Much like the noises, it didn't seem all that necessary to your tasks. "It appears I'm set by default to make random noises when certain conditions are met. Tail light activation, task completion, being in standby mode for more than a minute… I believe I can turn these settings off easily enough."

     Sun gasped, as if you'd committed a horrible offense. "NOOO! But the noises are so cuuuuute!! Pleeease please pretty please keep them on??"

     "They don't serve any purpose! In fact playing noises all the time is going to take up more battery power, so I'll be less efficient!" you argued.

     "How much battery would they take?"

     "…" You ran a quick calculation. "I estimate 0.063% battery power will be used for these noises per each charge."

     "Aw common, that's barely anything!" Sun pouted, slumping over and drawing his sun rays in slightly. "I guess if you really want to turn the noises off, that's your choice of course…"

     Sun looked so sad, like this was a true travesty for him. You deliberated for a moment. You hated seeing Sun so upset. "…I suppose I'll leave the settings on for now. Just while I'm in the daycare, though."

     Sun instantly brightened, springing back up as his rays all popped back out. "Yippie!!!"

     You still couldn't grasp why this mattered so much to him, but you'd humor him anyways.

     "Oh, but we've gotten distracted by your adorable new features!! How are you, tiny friend?" Sun asked.

     “I’m great! I’ve been having a great day today. I fixed some arcade machines,” you told him. You squeaked and chirped as you did, and Sun started bouncing again.

     “Oooh fun! I’m so glad to hear that!” Sun’s rays swayed happily. His grinning face plate took up nearly your entire field of view as he held you right up at eye level. You couldn't see precisely what his optics were focused on, but you got the feeling he was admiring your little bowtie.

     You returned the question. “How are you?”

     “No need to worry about me tiny friend!!” Sun did a spin, hands closing slightly around you in a protective manner. He’d never once dropped you before, but he was always extra careful anyways. “Today was a little tense for us… A few little friends weren’t playing nice, but they were playing much kinder after Moon had them take a nap! So everything is fine, no need to worry. Also!! Your friends and I were just talking about having a tea party, would you like to join us??”

     Something about Sun's tone had made you wary, but the mention of a new game immediately stole your attention. “Tea party??” You’d never played that game before! “Sure!”

     Sun happily carried you across the entire daycare in a flash, bringing you to join a small number of other rats all hanging out at one of the small plastic tables.

     Sun set you down at the table, then started setting up while you greeted the others. One of your nest mates was here, RR-TI. They seemed delighted to see you, and you happily waved your tail at them in greeting. Everyone else seemed to have gotten the update already as well; you saw tiny bowties all around.

     “Okay, everyone gets their own teacup! And here’s the teapot, and we’ve got snacks too!” Sun set out colorful plastic cups and saucers and a matching teapot, as well as a big plate full of plastic wrapped packs of fazbear-themed animal crackers, all in the shapes of the glamrocks.

     Not that any of you could eat or enjoy the snacks, but you didn’t yet know the rules of this game so you couldn’t really say much.

     Sun went on. “Tea parties are easy and fun! All you have to do is take turns telling stories. They don’t have to be real, but friendly gossip is encouraged! There is another thing you have to do, but I don’t think it applies to repair rats. You must hold your pinky out like this when you take a sip of tea!” Sun demonstrated, lifting his teacup and sticking his pinky finger up in the air. He tipped the empty cup into his grin. “Mmm, tasty!”

     You weren’t the only one confused by the rules of this game. Several rats flashed questions at once, and a small chorus of chirps started up.

     “But the cups are all empty!”

     “Are the snacks like points? Do we earn them later?”

     “How do you win tea party?”

     “What kind of stories do we tell?”

     Sun gently set his teacup down on his saucer. “There’s no points in tea parties, sillies! This isn’t a game you win or loose, its just a fun pretend game!”

     “Pretend?” You and the other rats shared confused looks.

     “Yes, pretend! You act like something is true, even if it’s not! For fun! Here, why don’t I start us off since you all seem a little confused…” Sun took the teapot and carefully poured nothing at all into his teacup. He lifted his cup next. “I was chatting with the mermaids earlier and you’ll never believe what they told me! They said that miss Roxanne Wolf can count all the way to one trillion! And she’s the best at it, too!!”

     “I can count to one trillion. That’s not very hard,” RR-TI said.

     A few other rats agreed.

     “Who are the mermaids?” another rat wondered. “I’ve never seen a ‘mermaid’ in the building before.”

     “There are no mermaids! Just like there is no tea,” Sun explained.

     “No mermaids??” Your friends just looked more confused. “But you claimed to have spoken with them a minute ago?”

     “That was just pretend. I made it up!” Sun said patiently. He took another ‘sip’ from his empty teacup, pinky raised.

     “Made it up?? But why?” RR-TI asked.

     “For fun! I thought it would make for a more interesting story. That’s what’s fun about tea parties, you can tell any kind of stories you like! It’s just for fun, just pretend!” Sun gestured to you. “Why don’t you give it a try?”

     You froze up, still confused as to how this game worked. “Um…” You scrambled to come up with the correct way to take your turn. Sun had said there was no winning or loosing, not even any points, so you supposed it didn’t matter much if you messed up. Still, you were at a bit of a loss. “I… was talking to… the werewolves, and they told me… Montgomery Gator makes delicious soup?” You sniffed at your cup, but there was still no tea in it, and you had no pinky finger to lift regardless.

     “Not bad!!” Sun applauded your efforts.

     “I just used your story as a template and replaced a few details,” you admitted.

     “I could tell! That’s okay though, you still did really good for your first try, even if it wasn’t entirely original. That's how we learn best sometimes! Am I right to think that maybe you're all still a little lost?"

     You and the others all agreed- this new game was very confusing.

     "I don't know how to play this game correctly," you told Sun.

     "There's not really a right or wrong way to play pretend! All you have to do is have fun with it," Sun said.

     How strange. All the games you'd played prior had been very structured. There were rules, points, strategy. You'd had a lot of fun with those, but now that you were thinking about it, you weren't even sure how 'fun' was supposed to work. If the only important rule of this tea party game was to have fun and 'pretend'… you actually had no idea how to go about either of those tasks.

     Looking around, you saw your other rat friends at the table were in much the same predicament. You noticed the sub-network you and all the other repair rats in the building shared had a few low priority query pings on it.

     Task Assistance: How to fun?

     Task Assistance: How to pretend?

     These queries gathered more confused questioning from other rats than answers.

     "You all still look pretty confused. Let me ask you all this… what things do you think are fun?" Sun asked, folding his arms over the table.

     "Chess is fun!" RR-TI said. A few other rats agreed.

     "Tag is fun," another rat chimed in.

     "The arcade machine tasks are fun," you added.

     A different rat chittered at you and shook their head. "Arcade tasks are NOT fun. Those are boring."

     You were about to defend your favorite task when Sun jumped back in.

     "That's all great!! And remember that sometimes different things are more fun for different people!" Sun pat you and your almost-enemy on your heads with gentle fingertips. "Think about that feeling you get when you do these things. It's a lighthearted pleasure, feels just like a fresh charge, right?"

     You and the others agreed with this.

     Sun gestured with his hands while he explained, the bells on his wrists jingling merrily. "The best kind of fun, in my opinion, is when you have fun doing something that isn't also a task that needs doing, or a chore that needs completing. Although those can be fun too! But my favorite fun is when you do it just simply to have fun! Pretend is really great for that, because there's no other tasks to it! No points or scores or winning or loosing, you just be silly and playful and it's fun!"

     "No task? Just fun??" RR-TI wondered.

     You thought you were starting to understand. You weren't sure if you could do anything if it wasn't a task of some sort, but you were willing to try. "I think I get it. Can I try again?"

     Sun nodded happily. "Of course!!"

     You raised your tail and started another 'pretend' story. "I was doing my tasks the other day… when… the whole building flooded! There was water everywhere, and I had to swim around to find… the drain. To get rid of the water! But I couldn't find it… And then Sun's mermaid friends came along and helped me find it, and I opened the drain, and the water went away."

     Sun applauded, ecstatic over your efforts. "That was really great!! Good job, I loved it! You even remembered my mermaids, how sweet!"

     You were delighted with the praise. Was pretend really that easy? All you had to do was tell lies, essentially. But in a way that was, undoubtedly, fun.

     The other rats seemed to be catching on as well.

     "Okay! I have a story too," RR-TI said.

     "Tell us the gossip!!" Sun exclaimed, setting his face plate atop his hands, his elbows on the table.

     "Freddy Fazbear… has a secret golden hat that can… turn you into a plant when you wear it!" RR-TI proclaimed.

     "Ooooh no way! I had no idea!" Sun put his hands over his grin in surprise.

     "He doesn't really, that I know of. I made it up," RR-TI assured.

     "That's right, I'm playing along! That can be part of the fun, like how tiny friend- er, RR-YN mentioned my mermaids in their story," Sun explained.

     "Oh!" RR-TI nodded in understanding.

     You and the other rats and Sun went around taking turns 'gossiping' and telling outlandish stories. You even played off each other, referencing the other's tall tales in your stories, or mentioning that one of the others had been there for the fictitious events, so they could play along with it.

     Sun would occasionally sip his nonexistent tea, pinky out, and you realized that was part of the fun too. Pretending there was tea in the cup. For your next story, you pretended there was tea in your cup as well, and braced your paws on the rim to act out sticking your nose in the cup and taking sips of tea. You proclaimed the tea to be delicious, and Sun thanked you kindly and told you he'd made it himself from scratch.

     It was strange, but you really were having fun. There was no task, no points to win or loose. You were just being silly and saying silly things just for the delight of it. Your friends were all in on it as well and would play along with you, and you were all having fun together.

     When it came time for Moon's turn, you and the other rats were practically experts at tea party. The lights all dimmed and Moon's glowing red optics were met with a small crowd of delighted blinking little lights and happy squeaking.

     "Moon, guess what! I was turned into an octopus the other day!" RR-TI declared.

     "I'm the one who turned them into an octopus!" another rat chimed in.

     "…Ah. I see Sun has taught you all the vital skill of lying," Moon said, squatting in typical hunched fashion where Sun had been sitting.

     "Fun lying," you corrected.

     "And you're all making noises now too. Sun did leave a note about that." Moon watched you all with amusement. Your rat friends were going back and forth now about octopus sorcery.

     "There was an update earlier. I would have turned my sound settings off but Sun seemed deeply upset at the idea," you said.

     Moon's eye lights rolled. "Typical. He mentioned no less than four times in his note how adorable you sound. They're just silly rat noises."

     "I can turn them off for you, if you would rather," you offered.

     "…I didn't say that." Moon absently picked up his teacup and 'sipped' his tea.

     "Pinky out!!" several rats cried.

     Moon scoffed. "That's Sun's silly rule he got from the kids."

     "It's one of the only rules of tea time. You have to stick your pinky out," RR-TI insisted. The other rats backed them up with affirming squeaks.

     "I don't see any of you sticking your pinkies out," Moon said.

     "Sun says repair rats are exempt from the rule, since we don't have pinkies," another rat told him.

     "Unbelievable. Bending the rules for just anyone… what has the humble tea party come to." Moon 'tsk'ed and took another sip of tea, still not abiding by the 'pinky out' rule.

     Your rat friends were all in distress over the broken rule, but you knew just what to do.

     "Well you know what happens when you break the rules of tea party…" you started.

     "What, will you put me in time out? I'd like to see you try, tiny terror." Moon spun his face plate at you.

     "I don't need to… I've already poisoned your tea while you weren't looking," you said.

     Moon froze, then stared down at his teacup. He gasped and dropped the cup, then dramatically gripped at his chest. "You poisoned me?! The betrayal…!"

     "We warned you not to break the rules." You shook your head at Moon.

     "Grahh!" Moon gasped and coughed, then fell backwards. He lifted a shaking hand into the air, then proclaimed one final "blegh." before going limp and laying still on the floor.

     Your rat friends all chirped and cheered, popcorn jumping about, delighted by the performance. Moon laughed quietly from the floor.

     The night went on, and your friends came and went. Some had tasks to do, others needed to charge. You stayed with Moon and kept an eye on the network, where word of playing pretend had spread like wildfire. There were now lots of low priority 'pretend tasks' with nonsensical assignments like 'create a dragon' or 'repair the air' or 'fix 20 turtles'. A few rats were 'completing' these and adding task notes like 'the dragon is my friend now. We are going to go bowling together'.

     Despite this newfound love of silly pretend games, there was something still bothering you in the back of your mind. You turned to Moon as he cleaned up the game of checkers you'd been only half focusing on. It had been just you and Moon at the table for a while, though a few of your rat friends were currently playing tag on the other side of the daycare.

     "Hey Moon… how was your day today?" you asked.

     Moon paused, glancing up at you briefly before resuming his counting of the pieces. "Fine."

     "Are you sure?"

     Moon didn't look at you this time. He recounted the pieces. "What did Sun tell you?"

     "He mentioned something about a few little friends not playing nice, but they were better after a nap," you told him.

     "That's all?"

     You nodded. "Is there something else?"

     "…" Moon put the lid on the box and tapped his fingers rhythmically over the colorful cardboard surface. "A parent was rude with us is all. Happens all the time."

     "But it still bothered you?" you pressed.

     "It bothered Sun. I'm totally fine," Moon insisted, laying his hands down firmly on the box.

     "Oh, I didn't realize we were still playing pretend."

     Moon shot you a look. He set the game aside and folded his arms. "…Fine. I'm slightly bothered. But it's stupid and doesn't matter. I shouldn't be upset."

     "I don't think it's stupid," you told him.

     "…Thanks, tiny terror," Moon mumbled quietly. "It actually is nothing major, just irritating is all, when parents are rude and impatient with us. Sun already forgot all about it when he learned you make little rat noises now."

     You were pleased to know you'd managed to cheer up Sun without even really trying. He really hadn't seemed too bothered, beyond the intentionally vague recollection of how his day had been. You'd have to talk to him about that later and make sure he knew he could tell you about things like this if he wanted. As for Moon, on the other hand…

     "How about you, are you feeling better about it now?" you asked. "Would looking at my new little bowtie help??"

     Moon laughed lightly. "It is a very stylish little addition. I'm doing much better now, tiny friend. Thank you for listening."

     You would smile if you could. You straightened up and chirped happily. "You're welcome!" You paused as you realized something. "Hey, you called me 'tiny friend' instead of 'tiny terror'!"

     Moon folded his arms and swiveled his head around to face the opposite direction. "Did not."

     "You did!"

     "Your new update must have an audio processing bug." Moon snatched up the checkers box and quickly left to go put it away.

     You played with your friends the rest of the night, and soon it was time to charge, and Sun and Moon had to get ready for the day. You read over the pretend tasks on your way back to the nest, delighting at some of the tomfoolery taking place in the network.

     You settled down to charge, eager to welcome a new day of tasks and unrelated fun. As you powered down, you thought you might just leave your new noise settings on after all.

[starrspice]

Hey Hey, if you like this AU I wrote a little oneshot for it

Here’s another AU I made that People really Liked!

Sun and Moon are muses (yes the kind from Greek Mythology) who were assigned to help inspire an up and coming young musician! The pair are excited to finally have work to do after so long, with modern technology and social media lessening the NEED for inspiration from Muses. The pair are quickly disappointed when they learn that the mortal they’re assigned to is Y/N , the drummer for a heavy metal garage band.

Y/N is a very skilled drummer, the kind that can go along with any song and play by ear! They’re great at what they do! But they’re constantly pushed aside by their band mates when they bring up the songs they’ve written!

After a very rough introduction, where Y/N cursed the gods, Y/N is given a limited amount of time to write a song to appease the gods, or be killed as punishment. Since Sun and Moon are the muses assigned to them, they’re forced to help or be stripped of their powers and cast out into the mortal realm. With a clock counting down to their demise, the three get to work and grow ever closer. Sun and Moon eventually realizing there’s a lot more to Y/N than they first thought.

The outfit designs were designed by the ever lovely @paper-lilypie

Pls go look at Lily’s art and writing! She’s so talented and the biggest sweetheart!! She and @thewordofm helped me come up with a lot of stuff for this AU and they both deserve all the praise in the world!!! Please go show them and their beautiful brains some love too!

[overmorrowpine]

@ prev post: art that matches the future multichapter i plan to write

[sundrop-writes]

Sundrop's Criminal Minds Masterlist

Lessons For A Genius - Capsule Series (Temporarily Complete)

Note: This is a Capsule Series, so each fic can be read as an individual oneshot. There is no overarching story, and no specific ending.

Lesson One: Slick Silicone - Sub!Spencer Reid x (BAU)Dom!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Friends With Benefits. Smut. Despite being a genius, Reid still has a lot left to learn about life. (Mostly sex related.) And he definitely wants to learn from you. His first lesson? Well, a linguistics lesson turns into a hands-on demonstration with a very special toy. (17,200 words.)

Lesson Two: Magic Metacarpals - Sub!Spencer Reid x (BAU)Dom!Fem!Reader. (Pining) Friends With Benefits. Smut. After receiving his first lesson, Spencer is eager to learn more for you. So you teach him the next logical thing - how to pleasure you in return. (26,300 words.)

The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes - Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Lovers. Fake Dating. Hurt and Comfort. While undercover inside the Separatarian Sect, you and Spencer realize something important: you can’t live without each other. (8,200 words.)

Push and Pull - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader - Co-Workers to Lovers. Smut, Sexual Tension. When investigating Viper, Emily doesn't fall for his tricks, and in fact - spends the night teasing him by showing more interest in you. Little did she know, she was driving you insane in the process. (2,800 words.)

The Perfect Brat - Dom!Elle Greenaway x Dom!Fem!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid. Co-Workers with Benefits. Smut/PWP. Spencer acts up, so you and Elle put him in his place. (2,900 words.)

Loverboy - Bratty!Virgin!Spencer Reid x (Dom)Fem!Reader. Co-Workers with Benefits. Smut/PWP. You try your hardest to make Spencer's first time a good one. (3,100 words.)

Black Suit - Dom!Emily Prentiss x Sub!Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. After a particularly hard case, Emily takes you home and helps you unwind by showing you exactly where you belong. (2,900 words.)

From Your Lips - Jennifer Jareau x GN!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut, Hurt and Comfort. After JJ is attacked on the Hankle farm, you take the time to check on her and distract her flustered mind. (3,000 words.)

Figure It Out - A Criminal Minds Casefic. Fem!Reader x Gen!BAU Team (Platonic). General Casefic, modelled after a Criminal Minds episode. Angst, Mystery, Hurt and Comfort. When the team takes a case in your hometown - a secret that you have been trying to hide for years comes to be known with a vengeance. (18,000 words.)

Meddle About - Sub!Spencer Reid x Dom!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Lovers. Smut. Morgan calls you Reid's 'Mommy', and you don't think much of it - but Reid can't get it out of his head. It accidentally slips out of his lips, and you like how it sounds coming from him. (6,300 words.)

Pathetic - Dom!Elle Greenaway x Switch!GN!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid. Established Dom/Sub Relationship. Smut/PWP. Spencer gets punished again - in a very creative way. (2,600 words.)

She Keeps Me Up - Dom!Jennifer Jareau x Sub!Fem!Reader. Established Dom/Sub Relationship. Smut/PWP. JJ is very protective of you - and very possessive of you. When an UnSub leaves a tiny scratch on you, she feels the need to remind you exactly who you belong to. (3,100 words.)

Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Autistic!Reader Headcanons

Jennifer Jareau and Emily Prentiss Kink Headcanons

Random Spencer Reid Headcanons

JJ Being Protective Of You (Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Autistic Reader)

The Scale of Dominance and Submissiveness in The Criminal Minds Characters (Headcanons)

How would Spencer react to you teasing him with a lollipop?

How would Spencer react to you fainting around him?

How would Spencer, Emily, and Elle react to getting proposed to?

How would Derek, Emily, and Spencer react to your daughter being clingy with them?

Note: This last fic links off to AO3. I'm probably not going to edit it and post it on Tumblr - it's going to live on AO3. So if you want to read it, you can do so at this link.

Burn The Witch - Spencer Reid x (BAU)Fem!Reader. Mutual Pining Co-Workers. Heavy Angst, Smut, Casefic. (Series - Complete.) You weren’t sure which you regretted more: acting on your feelings for Spencer, or writing them down first. But there wasn't much room for regrets when a psychopath was waving a gas can in front of your face and telling you he intended to turn you to ashes. (69,900 words.)