#causing fazco to step in

[idlingmoons]

daydream angst

this is placed before what's your worth and serves to be an exploration of his character with the consequences of one of his many owners. it is somewhat compliant to his lore, though may be changed in the future

the internal damage was caused by both his owner at the time, and by himself as an order from his owner.

The lights were dim in the bathroom.

The sounds of heavy footsteps had already faded, unlike the near-silent ones that Daydream had learned to use. His owner was gone. Leaving him alone. The door was shut as they left, and he was almost thankful for it.

As he sat down, slumping against the bathtub, the moon could feel the cool tiles beneath him. The ones that he cleaned again and again. All for his owner. 

He could feel the way the cold began to climb up his legs, not unlike hands. Fingers that grasped the silicone, the icy touches that left their mark. Hands crawled upwards, leaving her raw in their wake, until only the frigid dread was what remained in her chest. He had nothing that could keep the hands away. Nothing that could cover him entirely. Daydream was even lucky to be given back the cardigan that now draped over his form, wrapped around his abdomen and thighs. 

Disgust barely registered in the purple moon’s mind. He was not like the bathroom tiles. 

A hand trailed upwards to his chest. The edges of his casing had dents, and he could feel the ghosts of digits prying him open. There was no gentleness in their movements, only the rough pull. 

He moved his hand past the opening of his casing, letting it roam purposelessly. Daydream could feel the sheaths of the wires in his chest, letting his touch be light as a feather. The moon had no intention of causing more harm to himself than he already had. It would only be a hindrance to his duty to continue it, and he did not want the internal damage to be bad enough to warrant a return. If he were to go to Parts and Services before the lease term was done, the moon knew that he would not be treated any better. 

He knew how they would react. How they would scold him for something that was not his fault. Or, in the end, maybe it was. It was hard for Daydream to tell with his owner’s erratic mood. He was supposed to help them, and yet…

What was the use of an animatronic who could not do what it was programmed to?

His hand lingered in the cavity of his torso, and his optics flicked downward. As soon as he remembered what his next action was, he let his index finger hook around a few wires and wrapped them around the digit. His actions were almost robotic with how stiff they were, and he pulled without hesitation.

All of his feelings and mistakes would be forgivable if he were human. However, the wires he held in his hands were proof of his faulty existence. He pulled his legs close to his chest, the fabric of his cardigan shifting at the action.

Daydream stared blankly at the wires in his hand.

The light overhead flickered.

[bilolli]

Just Dance Care AU!

Ok ok so I thought of a story for this Au but it’s nothing really impactful or full of drama and angst like my other au’s, I wanted to leave this au easy and fun to play around, because, let’s say it. Just Dance and drama in the same sentence makes me laugh. 

story and PNG version under the cut!

(I gave up on Y/n design because I couldn't figure out a general look for them. This is you we are talking about! Draw your own JD fit, I'll draw mine soon XD)

Anyway here’s the story so far: 

Year 2029, videogames industry made a huge step forward and classic consoles and devices were substituted by the new and upgraded VR headsets with full body tracking. It’s something like the NerveGear in Sword Art Online without the kill switch. Some games still require you to actually move your body (like fitness games or sports because yeah, they don’t have a purpose otherwise). 

Y/n wanted to buy the newest VR headset but, while searching for the best offer, they found out FazCo entertainment was hosting a giveaway, the prize? One of their prototypes, a VR meant to be released the next year coinciding with the opening of their first mega pizza plex.

(so the plex doesn’t exist right now). You decide to sign up for the giveaway and after a while you receive an email telling you you won the VR headset and that, to claim it, you need to read and sign a series of NDA policies (understandable, it’s a prototype headset that’s not even in commerce). Some clauses are a little bit concerning but nothing you hadn’t read on other electronics booklets, so you decide to sign. After, like, a day, you have the VR in your hands. 

The box let you know with super saturated and colorful writing, that the VR came with a game pre-installed inside. Uh, that’s why they were giving one away, they wanted a free game tester…but you know what, it’s worth it.

You always liked Just Dance games, they make you think about happy memories of your childhood. This pre-installed game called “Five Dances at Freddy’s” is a close copy of your childhood game with original FazCo songs, characters, environments and also some collaborations with other famous artists. It probably will be the cause of a big copyright infringement report.

There are various ways to play it: story mode, Casual dance, Five Dances, and Just Dance Care.

The first one is similar to the casual dance mode but with little cutscenes between a dance and another to tell a tale, Casual dance is how you can play the collab songs, Five Dances is the multiplayer mode and Just Dance Care is a more uhhhh “hard” way to play the game with all the other modes mixed in it. You stare at the description of the last mode smirking and decide to try it first just to see how far you can get before losing (yes you can lose in hard mode in this Just Dance, but you don’t die, you just have to restart from the beginning). Turns out the FazCo wasn’t kidding when they advertised the new headset as a breakthrough in the world of virtual reality headsets, the thing TRANSPORTED you inside the game itself. 

You almost have a heart attack when you can’t find your VR on your head, but before you can try something you are blocked by two tall individuals who you think are the “tutorial” characters. 

Yadda yadda, tutorial, you can pause the game and exit whenever you need just by opening an hidden menu, you find out your tutorial characters are called Sun and Moon and that you are way worse than you remembered at dancing (damn full body tracking, there is no way you are going to do a cartwheel in the middle of a dance, you still don’t know if your body is inside your home and if you’ll physically feel pain if you fall and you don’t want to find out).

You pass an embarrassingly long time trying to win your first dance battle just to discover it was still the tutorial. 

You try to go on with the story but you fail at the first real battle with a bear character named Freddy. 

And guess what? You have to start again from the tutorial! Y/n is gonna spend A LOT of time with Sun and Moon if this goes on.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

In the Afton’d Reader AU, there’s a buncha small context things that make everyone’s descent, especially Sun and Moon’s, a lot sadder and maybe help it make more sense?

Example, Sun and Moon had to wait for MONTHS to see you again after the accident.

Their last image of you was you on a stretcher, surrounded by medics, covered in tears and so much blood, and the last they heard from you was your sobbing pleas of “wait, wait, I can’t go yet, don’t let them take my hands” as you were dragged away.

First you’re in the hospital, getting treatments and surgeries and spending days drifting in and out of a painful daze and then more surgeries and struggling to recover. Then you have to spend weeks upon weeks struggling through agonizing physical therapy, frustrated and scared and desperate. Then there’s more time where the doctors won’t clear you fit to be out in the world, ‘what if this, there could still be a chance of that, maybe x y z could still happen’ and on and on and on...

And this whole time Sun and Moon are completely in the dark about EVERYTHING. They ask the temporary daycare shift workers about you nearly every day, desperate for some kind of news about you, how you’re doing, when will you be back, ANY kind of update about you and your condition and if you miss them as much as they miss you. All of the answers they get are vague, at first just ‘what? Oh, yeah, I heard they’re in the hospital’ and little else, then eventually it devolves into ‘who? The old mechanic? I don’t know, I never heard about ‘em.’

And they keep waiting. They just know you’ll come back, you HAVE to, you were their wonderful darling starlight, their precious sunshine, and they were your charming nightlight, your sweet buttercup, you can’t have just abandoned them, you can’t have, you loved them too much.

There’s no way you were staying away on purpose. Maybe you just needed so much time to get all healed up and good as new! Maybe you HAD lost your hands and had to learn how to use prosthetics (they could’ve helped, if only they were there, they could help you learn and practice and they could have soothed the pain and wiped away your tears...). Maybe, as the days and weeks and months dragged on, maybe FazCo was keeping you away for some stupid, irrational, absolutely cruel reason.

And then you come back! They’ve never been so happy to see anyone and their processors fill with static and all of their wires feel tangled and messy and they know that if they could cry they would be sobbing with relief, with heartache, with love, and they hold onto you for hours, as tightly as they can without causing any discomfort, and whenever you need to step away or get up or leave they hold tighter, they don’t want to let you go, not ever ever ever again.

And they know that they would do anything to make sure they never had to lose you like that again. At first they know that that’s an irrational thought, that there will be things out of their control that may keep you away from them... but that only strengths the fear of losing you, the paranoia and the desperation to keep you closer, closer, closer.

They know they love you, and that you love them, and love means being together, indefinitely and infinitely.