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veinsfullofstars · 2 months ago

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Meet the Families: Gear Dee, Eva, & Treble Dee

You guys might’ve heard me talk about Bow’s extremely cool moms before (and maybe mention her sullen older brother once or twice), and now I finally get to introduce you to them! Check below the cut for more deets and fun facts!

(OC info updated as of 05/28/25.)

Started 04/22/25, finished 05/06/25. | Childhood Friends AU Masterpost

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Some fun facts about Gear Dee:

-Raised in a certain city off-world, Gear grew up deep in the heart of Air Ride culture, surrounded by roughnecks and gearheads who absolutely adored her and always treated her like one for the family. Her father, a trophy-winning racer, taught her all the tools of the trade - mechanics, vehicle operation, pyrotechnics, etc. - and fostered in her a love of fast starships and thrilling races. (He maaaay have also let her test out the machines before she was old enough to drive one, but the authorities never found out, so who’s to say how true that is?)

-Once she was old enough to enter, Gear quickly made a name for herself in local Air Ride competitions, living mostly for the thrill and the speed rather than victory. Her vehicles of choice tend to be either the Turbo Star and the Formula Star.

-Her first relationship was… a messy one. During her early days running in the city trials, she fell head-over-heels for an awkward but charming Waddle Dee who always showed up for her races, taken in by gifts, pretty words, and - though she didn’t know at the time - empty promises. Her father and friends never approved of him, but Gear has never been one to follow any path but her own, moving in to his grungy apartment partly out of stubbornness and partly upon learning they had a kid on the way. She’d tried her damnedest to make it work, even as their love started to sour, as her career prospects flagged, as his debts and gambling problems became known, as the shouting matches grew more and more frequent. It wasn’t until the birth of their second child that she’d had enough, packing her bags and ignoring his protests and pleas as she left with the kids, moving in with a certain seamstress friend of hers across town.

-Things improved a bit during her stay with Eva. She didn’t have much time for races anymore thanks to the kids but found enough fulfillment in ancillary mechanics work to make up for it. Her friendship with Eva quickly blossomed into something more, the transition near-seamless given how close they’d grown in the years prior. She saw Eva’s meek demeanor open into something bright and personable, the pressure of city life easing off as she found her footing. It warmed Gear’s heart to hear her talk about patterns and textiles and fabric quality with a fervor that only came when she was at her happiest.

-When the phone calls came, Gear blocked his number. When the letters arrived, she tore them up. When he appeared on Eva’s doorstep - teary-eyed with his pockets turned out, offering the same empty apologies and poor excuses as before - she slammed the door in his face. Almost one year since she left, she once again decided she’d had enough and packed up her things for a second time, now with Eva at her side. They said their goodbyes to their families and friends with promises to keep in touch (and to not tell him where they were going) and boarded the next starship out of the city, making their home in a little middle-of-nowhere village on Gear’s birth planet, Popstar.

-It’d taken some time to get used to more rural living, but Gear settled in well enough. Popstar - for all its peace and quiet - is not without its own avenues of entertainment and thrill. And there’s always need for a handywoman around, whether it’s to fix a busted toaster or build a new fence or see what’s wrong with the family warp star (spoiler - it's probably the result of Para's overcurious tinkering). It’s fulfilling, in its own way (plus, with some help from the Poppy Bros. family, she also gets to be in charge of fireworks on holidays, so there’s that). She does miss the city sometimes, though, especially the races. She hopes she can visit again someday… though, not right now.

-Gear isn’t entirely sure what happened between her and Treble. He used to be such a sweet boy before… well, all that. She’s tried to talk with him about it, but he never wants to hear it, either brushing her off or starting another shouting match. It reminds her a lot of herself at that age. Maybe that's why it strains her patience with him to its limit so often. (That, or seeing his father in those blue eyes...)

-Raising Bow was a journey that Gear wasn’t entirely prepared for - nothing in those stupid parenting books about atypical Copy Abilities. If it hadn’t been for Eva’s help, she has no idea how she would’ve managed. Even now, Bow’s still a handful, but she’s also Gear’s little firecracker, a tiny spark of excitement and energy who loves fun and danger just as much as she does. She can’t wait to take her to the city someday - Bow would love the races, she just knows it.

-Gear will never stop talking about how cool her wife is.

Some fun facts about Eva:

-Eva doesn’t talk about her life before the city. Full stop. For all she cares, her life didn’t begin until she hitched a ride on a passing starship and stepped out into the blinding lights of that sprawling metropolis. The city was hardly kind to her in those early years, forcing her to run with some tough crowds and make some tougher choices in order to survive, but she did survive, finding home and friends and purpose in those grimy, noisy streets. Compared to the nest she’d clawed her way out of, it might as well have been paradise.

-While working in a laundromat to pay for her meager apartment, Eva bumped into a very punk-rock Waddle Dee who introduced herself as one of the many Air Ride racers that populate the city. They got to chatting and hit it off right away, becoming fast friends in a handful of weeks. She learned all about Gear and her life in the city, her interests, her goals, the sound of her boisterous laughter. Eva could feel her heart reaching even then and found herself feeling brave enough to share bits of herself, her own experiences - good and bad - carving out a life in the city. She learned of Gear’s kids and the disintegrating state of her relationship, saw the frustration and misery in her warm eyes, and - though trying to remain respectful - did try to act as a voice of reason regarding Gear’s flaky partner, perhaps the one that finally convinced her to leave him.

-Though Gear and her kids moving in came rather suddenly, it proved to be some of the happiest days of Eva’s life (before coming to Popstar, anyway). It was far from easy, but they shared the weight as evenly as they could, supporting each other and talking through what needed talking through. She watched the life return to Gear’s eyes, her drive returning in earnest as she pursued her passions once again (even if they had to be tweaked a bit). It was Gear who took her to get her first piercing. It was Gear who took her to the Garden in the Sky and showed her the stars high above the city. It was Gear who used her connections to help Eva land a job with an esteemed boutique, a dream she’d had since coming to the city. After all that, how could she not fall in love?

-They’d discussed leaving the city long before the calls and letters. Eva might have come there seeking a fresh start, and learned so much in her time living there, but she never quite took to urban life as readily as Gear did, despite her efforts. Gear was understanding… if a bit hesitant, at first. After all, she had a life here already, family and friends and a potential career. Obviously, Eva didn’t want to tear her away from that, only wanted Gear and her kids to be happy, but she couldn’t help but wonder if there might be a better home for them all elsewhere… It was only when Gear’s ex started coming by that the prospect seemed a lot more inviting.

-Within a year of moving in together, they’d found a new home far away from the city, in a quiet little village full of kind folks that took them in readily. Eva quickly found that the countryside suited her much better than the city, enamored with the clean air and vast blue skies unblemished by skyscrapers and smog. She’d been so used to the roar of vehicles and commuters that she’d almost forgotten the sounds of nature, animals and leaves and wind and silence. She’s never felt so… at home than she has here.

-Though she still takes commissions for custom outfits and accessories, Eva has mostly relegated her clothing passions to the comfort of a beloved hobby. She spends most of her time these days working as a community organizer, helping folks like Dedede's mama and Para's dad with holiday setup and event planning for the village (a far cry from the nervous wallflower she'd been during her first year in the city). That said, she’s still the first on call when someone needs fashion advice or a rip repaired, and she’s knitted at least one sweater for almost everyone in the neighborhood.

-If Gear had been unprepared for a sulky teenager and a hydrokinetic baby, then Eva even less so. She loves Bow and Treble dearly, of course, cares for them as if they were her own children… but, stars, they can be a handful sometimes. It’s so hard to keep up with Bow’s energy, and Treble looks at her like she’s personally responsible for every bad thing in his life… It’s fine, though. If her time in the city has left her with anything, it’s the ability to adapt to whatever life throws at her. She can be patient. She can be strong. She can be a good mother to these kids who deserve the world.

-Eva likes to call Gear her wife despite the fact that they never officially got married.

Some fun facts about Treble Dee:

-Unlike Bow, who was too young to remember her brief time in the city, Treble has no trouble recalling his early childhood. He remembers their tiny apartment, with its faded wallpaper and water damage stains that looked like animals if he squinted. He remembers his dad carrying him on his back out by the wharf, telling him stories and showing him the lighthouse and buying him the best ice cream he’d ever had. He remember his mom coming home smelling like motor oil and letting him play with toy spaceships she brought back from the races. He remembers having friends and going to school and hearing music on the street all the time. He remembers being happy there.

-He remembers his dad being gone a lot, while his mom paced and fumed over the bills on the tiny kitchen table. He remembers hearing them argue a lot through the walls when he was supposed to be asleep. He remembers peering down into the crib with the tiny Waddle Dee inside, feeling crowded despite how small she was.

-Once, his dad bought him a ukulele for his birthday. His mom taught him how to play it, promising to teach him how to play her guitar when he got bigger. He loved that little uke and played it all the time, making up silly little songs that made his dad laugh and tell him he was going to be a star one day. He forgot to pack it up when his mom said they had to leave. He wonders if it’s still there.

-He didn’t like Eva’s apartment. It smelled weird, and the water stains in the ceiling looked like faces laughing at him. He had to share a room with Bow. She cried a lot, so much that she broke one of the pipes in the kitchen. He had a nightmare the first night there, hearing his dad calling out to his mom and begging her to come back. Eva found him crying and tried to hold him until he calmed down. He pulled away. He never got to say goodbye.

-He didn’t cry when they left the city. Just sat with his cheek pressed against the window of the starship, watching the only home he’d ever known fade behind the clouds, and then the stars. He kept his headphones on so he couldn’t hear Bow crying or his mom talking to Eva.

-Treble learned to play bass on his own. Mostly out of spite, if we’re being honest. (Gear’s too proud of him to see it that way, though.) Yes, he’s aware of the irony of being named Treble and playing the bass - stop bringing it up. Also, he's in a band with his friends. Called the Mellow Dees. They're gonna make it big one day, you'll see.

-He wishes his mom didn’t push her interests onto him all the time. Yeah, it’s cool that she taught him how to write music and dye his hair and stuff, but then she wants him to listen to all her weird old-people music or go skateboarding with her and Bow or some other dumb thing he doesn’t care about. Then she gets on his case for staying inside all day and not spending time with people. He is spending time with people, just not her. He has a life, y’know? Friends his own age who actually like the things he likes. He’s not gonna hang out with his parents all the time. That’s so lame.

-He wishes Eva wasn’t so nosy. It doesn’t matter that she’s nice or whatever, she’s such a starsdamn busybody. Always asking what he’s doing and what he’s working on and does he want a snack and ugh, stars, just take a hint already. Does she think he’s still a baby or something? Just leave him alone. He doesn’t want to talk to her. He never wants to talk to her.

-He thinks his baby sister is annoying and wishes she’d stop bothering him when he’d busy doing his own thing. Her friends are just as bad, the little brats. Stars, he hates it here.

-Well… okay, maybe he doesn’t hate it here, living in the village. It’s… fine, he guesses. The weather’s always nice. Food’s good. He even made some new friends who are actually pretty cool. He just… misses the city sometimes, is all. The lights, the music, the tall buildings, the crowds of people, even the smell of the alleyways. He doesn’t miss the races, though. Not even a little bit.

-He does miss his dad sometimes.

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oceanwithouthermoon · 7 months ago

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ive had several people tell me that my take on teruhashi is overdramatized but like. it genuinely isnt and i say that with my whole chest.

i KNOW that the girls in saiki k are written pretty stereotypically and yeah im 100% sure that asou didnt really mean to make his character a deep take on beauty standards and misogyny, but he was writing a parodied take on the perfect girl trope and focused a lot on how people objectify her and how shes never truly satisfied because shes always trying to fit what men want from her... so thats how it turned out. im not overdramatizing it, im just using more descriptive terms for it 🤷🏻‍♀️

#just because it wasnt literally written with the words 'im gonna fuck up these beauty standards and misogynists' in mind doesnt mean-#-thats not what he ended up writing #and before someone calls me a hypocrite im begging you to take a literature class like genuinely #im not saying that like 'because it sounds like this to me means its canon' like a lot of people in this fandom do #im literally JUST saying the same thing he was saying but with more descriptive words that he may not have been thinking of #this literally WAS what he wrote except he was a shonen manga writing man so he probably didnt think of the exact terminology lmao #anyway yeah teruhashi is one of the best takes on how girls are pressured to fit into societal expectations ive ever seen #and thats why im so critical of people who misunderstand and misconstrue her character #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k.#teruhashi kokomi #meows post #meownalysis

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clovesnz · 9 months ago

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don’t really know how to write smut (finally edited this)

it's very heterosexual and also there is no actual spelled out sneezing. lots of nosefucky and snotfuckery. very self inserty for me. lots of uhhh dry humping? idk guys.

“Oh my god you can’t just sit there in front of me like that my horny brain is going to actually fucking explode”

He sits at the edge of the bed. She is leaned against the headboard, blushing in spite of herself as she watches him sniffle and scrunch his nose up and down, over and over, in an obvious exaggeration of what are, to be fair, very real allergy symptoms. He lets out a long, labored sniff and scrubs at his nose vigorously.

“What? What am I doing?”

His eyes are twinkling, mischievous. He’s watching her practically squirm. She can't take her eyes off his nose. It’s glowing pink from all the rubbing and irritation, and as she watches, he pinches it between two fingers and locks eyes with her, one eyebrow cocked in amusement, and wrings his hand back and fourth, producing an obnoxious, messy squelching noise.

“Stopppp oh my god you fucking evil bastard”

“Whatt why am I evil?”

He puts on an ironic grin of feighned innocence, eyes wide, lip slightly curled.

“I can’t help it. It’s just…” another sniff. Another theatrical scrub.

“...my nose”

“Oh my GOD no stop it”

She’s waving her hands in his direction, feebly attempting to shew his hands off of his nose. He really is laughing at her now, the fucking asshole, and she starts to laugh too. But he’s not gonna get away with it. She scoots towards him on the bed. They’re both completely cracking up now, and between breaths of laughter she struggles to grab hold of his hands, still going at his nose.

"You’re so…mean this is not…not…okay just…get...no no no, uh-uh… there”

She’s half on top of him, and has managed after a bit of a struggle to get his hands pinned behind his back, away from his itching nose. There. No more teasing. They are both grinning silly at each other, their faces close. Close enough that she can see a little dampness around his nostrils. But just as she’s going to kiss him, arms still holding him firmly in place, his face changes. His upper brow wrinkles, and he looks genuinely panicked enough that she loosens her grip in concern. She is about to ask what’s wrong, when he tilts his head up and takes in a sudden breath, and she realizes, completely entranced, that he’s fighting the urge to sneeze.

His teasing facade has completely disappeared, replaced with a frantic sort of embarrassed concern.

“Shit, I swear this wasn’t…I didn’t…”

It’s like she sees it in slow motion. He brings one hand to her side to brace himself, leans the other way, takes two more wavering breaths, and then lets out a harsh, wet sneeze into the back of his wrist. She feels her stomach drop, down, a sharp ache that pangs harder when he lowers his hand to reveal two strings of clear snot running from his nose. Holy shit. Her head rushes, and her heart races, and she just…stares, frozen.

“Sorry, does that make it un-sexy?”

He cringes down at his hand, face full of the self disgust of someone who's body has made a mess that they can’t control.

“What, no! I…sorry,”

She doesn’t know how to explain, but she also doesn’t want him feeling that way, because god, she would watch him do that all day if she could. She tries anyways,

“It got a little too real and my brain kinda short-circiuted”

But he just looks more concerned, for her now instead of himself. Fuck why can’t she get the words out right.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Too real how?" He looks down at his hand again, deciding that must be the culprit.

“Here I’ll go get something to -”

He makes to slide off the bed and grab the tissues on his desk, but she tugs him back to her by his shirt.

“No! No wait, please.”

He turns for her, and lets her take his hands, looking back down, eyes searching. She takes a calming breath, but before she can try to make words out of the paralyzing waves of desire coursing through her, another drip of snot slides out of his left nostril, and he winces, “Ugh, sorry,” and lets go of her and reaches a hand to swipe at it. But now her brain is working enough to send signals to her body, at least, and she stops his arm, firm but more gently than when he was doing it to tease her.

“...no.”

He obeys, and lets her pull him down to her level again. He’s holding her gaze, curious. Waiting. For her to explain, to communicate. Her whole body is shaking, just a little.

“Just…”

She reaches one hand up and cups his cheek for a moment, letting her thumb graze the very edge of the sparkling wetness covering his upper lip. He accepts the touch, leaning into it, but his eyes are still searching.

“Wh-”

Before he can ask, she lifts her other hand, and gently, methodically, the way someone might delicately run their finger over a beautiful piece of jewelry, touches the pooling snot with the tip of her pointer finger. She breathes in and shudders, her whole body zinging and tingling at the feeling of it on her fingers, and that’s when she can see it click for him.

“....oh.”

She takes another shuddering breath. She wants to do more, wants to swipe at his nose, to cover her fingers in his snot, to make him blow into them, to have it in her mouth, but it’s all so much and it’s so…it’s so odd, it’s got to be so add, to him, and now she’s too embarrassed to keep going but also too captivated to stop and she drops her hand a lets out a whimper of frustration that is maybe actually just neediness and he looks at her, just as enthralled. He’s not laughing anymore, he is all attention, his own breaths picking up pace with hers.

“Yeah?”

He’s asking her without asking. Yeah, you like me like this? You like all of it?

“....um. Yeah.”

His eyes sparkle, fiery and exited

“Oh, fuck, okay. What do you…what do you want me to do?”

It’s such an open-ended question, and a dozen deeply held fantasies, the kinds of things she never thought she'd ask of anyone, flood through her mind. But the thought of speaking to them is so scary, it’s so ingrained in her head that she’ll gross him out, that he’ll find it all too weird, and she feels that rising panic again, and it makes her want to stop all of this and curl up in a ball and hide.

“I’m..oh my god no I’m embarrassed”

She breaks away and falls back onto the bed, covering her face defensively, her cheeks prickling and burning in mortification. But he just follows, propping himself up over her, and some of her embarrassment vanishes as he lowers himself against her, because holy shit, apparently it’s not just her who is wildy, embarrassingly turned on right now. He leans down to one of her ears, and she feels the dampness of his upper lip pressed, purposefully, almost nuzzled, against her cheek as he whispers, not teasing this time but tantalizing, serious, like he’s daring her:

“Stop being embarrassed”

And it’s too much, he’s too good like this, she can’t…she wants it too badly. She groans and rocks into him, and when he gasps a little in response she catches his breath in her lips. She feels her whole body tingle and sparkle as she realizes she can taste the bit of salt still on his lips. She can’t help it - she whines, and thrusts against him again, and kisses him deeper, and steals herself and lets herself nip at his upper lip, and god when she does it she feels it, like really feels it, the snot smeared onto her own lip now. And she wants to do it again, wants it in her mouth, wants to have it, his cute red nose and his snot, so she kisses him there, right under his nose, and she feels him smile beneath her but he doesn’t flinch away, and it’s not enough so she does it again, and when he brings her back to his mouth it's encouraging, and kind of messy, and he breaks away by running kisses down her chin until his dripping nose is pressed up against her mouth. Now she’s not thinking, she’s not thinking at all she’s just wanting and so she nips at the tip of his nose and oh god she likes it so much, so she does it again but lets her tongue feel it too, and he just nuzzles into it so she lets her mouth explore. Nipping and his nostrils, gently squeezing them together with her teeth, running her tongue up his septum and around one nostril and then the other, peppering his upper lip with generous, licking kisses until all the snot there is gone, so she follows it’s path, slipping her tongue ever so slightly up to one nostril. She feels his nose twitch as she does it, and it sends a thrill through her body so she does it more, flicking it back and fourth at the opening of it. He gasps,

“You’re gonna make me…oh fuck I’m…”

And he leans to the side, disengaging to let out a forceful sneeze into his elbow. He stays turned away, frozen with his face turned upwards, building to another one.

“Hey - ”

She reaches for his crooked elbow, gently bringing it down from his face, and he catches her meaning and turns back to her right as it hits him, pitching forward into her chest with the force of the sneeze that spills out of him. Strings of snot wet the front of her t-shirt and she feels her hips thrust reactively at the pleasure of it.

“Fuck me, oh my sweetheart…” she coos, and he whimpers a little at the pet name and lets out snuffling little squeek as she presses into him harder, bold enough now to tenderly, adoringly swipe at the snot running from his twitching nose.

“Oh..fuck, oh my darling, can you do that again?”

And he does, bending forward into her again with the force of another sneeze, and holy shit she doesn’t know if her cunt can take it she's aching so badly but he’s so preoccupied, hitching and blinking and twitching, and when he starts getting close again he leans into her again but she doesn’t want to stop watching this time so she asks,

“Hey…look at me”

And he does, obedient, meeting her gaze and keeping it until his eyes are forced shut and he sneezes, barely turning away this time, misting her face in spittle and sniffling helplessly at the aftermath.

“Bless you”

She gasps, and his face is already crumpling again but he keeps himself level with her, and this time the spray is thicker and hits her face and god the way his whole body tenses and releases and his cock presses against her with the force of it and if he doesn’t start touching her she going to have to start touching herself.

“Uhhnn, bless you. Fuck, I-I can’t…this is…fuck”

He grins at her loss of composure, teasing again even as he fights back another sneeze, and she gasps and cries out a little as he moves against her, wrapping her legs around his waist. He laughs a little,

“Y-yeah?”

She just nods, yes, thrusting harder to emphasize the point, and god this is stupid why don’t they have their fucking clothes off already, and he’s still sniffling and hitching but he props himself on one arm and reaches to the button of her corduroy jeans and she can’t bare to wait for him to fumble with them one handed so undoes them herself and and slides them off, and he groans a little between hitches when he slides his hand under the waistband of her boxers and lets out a breath, like he's relieved to finally be there. She sucks in a breath as he begins to he tease the opening of her cunt, infuriatingly. She whines in protest and he obliges quickly, slipping two fingers inside of her and pulsing softly against her, all the while still hitching and blinking, building up to sneeze again, and she realizes after a few moments, in complete amazement, that he’s going at her harder the closer he gets to sneezing. She gasps,

“Keep… keep doing that”

And he does, faster and faster and then pulling up with his whole arm as his body shakes with it, spraying her in snot and spit and she cries out and begs, cause he’s got her so close and she needs more but he’s slowed again. He's slowed and she’ll have to wait, have to wait for the tickle to built up because that’s how this game works now. But two can play at that, so she reaches for the back of his neck, a little forceful in her want but he lets her, and she flicks her tongue against the opening of his nostril, fast, like she did before, and he matches the rhythm of it with his fingers. It’s getting faster, and she’s so fucking close with him on her and inside of her and under her tongue and she’s breathing so heavily it’s hard to keep her tongue moving but she does until he pulls back, only slightly, still going at her faster than her fucking vibrator, and his eyes flutter shut and oh god she wants it, wants to feel it, to hear it to see it to taste it and she does, right as she hits her peak, screaming out as he erupts once more, the spray landing against her open mouth, and she grabs for him desperately, ravenously, and kisses him, deep and sticky as she rides out her orgasm on his fingers.

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Epilogue: he pulls off her shirt and blows his nose in it and then she makes him do the same thing with his own shirt and then his pants and then her underwear and then she gets on top of him and fucks him while he sneezes all over himself but she stops before he cums and finishes him off with her hands so that she can see him make that much more of a mess of himself and then she takes him to the shower to get cleaned off and the sneezing has died down but they fuck again in the shower anyways and then she lovingly rubs soothing lotion around his irritated nostrils and forces him to take the Claratin she bought him because the whole thing started when he ran out and forgot to buy more. The end.

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anyways so yeah. sorrry for the weird formatting. ya girl used to read a novel every week back in high school but still doesn't know how to structure dialogue. if u read this i love you <333

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stephscassie · 10 days ago

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I can already imagine the corny ass dialogue between Jason and Helena, how they both feel ostracized from the batfamily, how much they hate Bruce and how strict he is with the no kill rule, which just comes from the writer not understanding any of these characters��😭😭

#orrr helena will say something like #'daddy wont let you kill'#you know how they write female characters #god even in the description dc wrote 'see how the black sheep of the batfamily work together''#GO AWAY #helena bertinelli #jason todd #huntress #dc comics

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realmrooikat · 1 month ago

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pangkey r so francis abernathy and richard papen coded 2 me. specifically with pangi's "I'll make fun of your eyebrows for the rest of life" quote and this scene from TSH:

#something something an alternative universe where pangi is less repressed and lukey is the one who's deeper in denial #also richard's description of how he first sees francis reminds me so much of how lukey first sees pangi #'fiery mop of the reddest hair i had ever seen [...] a black greatcoat that billowed behind him as he walked and made him look like a cross #between a student prince and Jack the Ripper' OUGH #would never make a trsmp secret history au bc i fear. not 2 spoil anything bc this is my 'go read tsh' propaganda but. i wouldnt wanna impl #that any of trsmp characters are fucked up in the way tsh characters are fucked up #cause although the realm does deal with dark themes (i.e. the impications of pangi's murder and stalking of ilip (which. does remind me of #francis but i digress cause otherwise i'll write a whole essay on their characters lmao)) it's not to the same extent that those themes are #explored in the secret history #also things could be said about how francis and pangi get into gay situationship after gay situationship #pangi with pili and then lukey; francis with charles and then richard #although. pili and charles are very different characters #ANYWAYS i digress #read the secret history and also maybe papenathy was pangkey in another universe. who knows #the kat yaps #also i think tr!lukey and richard are VERY similar characters #pangkey

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unboundprompts · 6 months ago

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Can you do some more body language descriptions? For different emotions like Worry, sadness, love, etc!! Ty🩷🩷

Body Language Descriptions

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

Worry

She wrung her hands together, her fingers twisting nervously as she struggled to keep her thoughts in check.

He glanced over his shoulder, his gaze darting anxiously around the room.

She pulled at her sleeve, the movement repetitive and absentminded as her mind raced.

He bit the inside of his cheek, a habit that betrayed his inner turmoil.

They hugged their arms tightly across their chest, as if trying to hold themselves together.

She paced the room, her steps quick and uneven as she tried to shake off the nagging sense of dread.

Sadness

She wiped at her eyes, even though no tears had fallen yet.

He let his shoulders sag, his whole body slumping as if the weight of the world rested on him.

She clutched her scarf tightly, her fingers gripping the fabric like it was the only thing grounding her.

He kept his head low, staring at the ground as if afraid to meet anyone’s eyes.

They let out a shaky exhale, the sound heavy with unspoken grief.

She blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

Love

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her smile soft and shy as she met his gaze.

He brushed her hand lightly, the touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

They leaned closer, their knees nearly touching, as if drawn together by an invisible force.

She tilted her head slightly, her expression tender and full of quiet affection.

He laughed easily, the sound warm and unguarded, his gaze never leaving her face.

She reached out to fix his collar, her fingers lingering as she adjusted it carefully.

Guilt

He avoided her eyes, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor.

She rubbed her temples, her hands trembling.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, unable to stay still.

She clasped her hands tightly behind her back, her knuckles white as she fought to remain composed.

They bit their lower lip, their jaw tightening.

He fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve, his movements jerky and hesitant.

Fear

She took a step back, her breath quickening as her eyes darted to the nearest exit.

He clenched the fabric of his shirt over his chest, as if trying to steady his pounding heart.

She froze in place, her body stiff and her movements tentative, like a deer caught in headlights.

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing visibly as he fought to calm himself.

They pressed their back against the wall, their hands splayed out.

She whispered under her breath, her words shaky and barely audible.

Jealousy

He crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw tightening as his gaze followed her every move.

She tapped her foot impatiently, the rhythm sharp and irritated as she forced a smile.

He clenched his fists at his sides, the tension in his knuckles betraying his calm demeanor.

She cast a sideways glance, her lips pressed into a thin line.

They shifted in their seat, their shoulders stiff.

He ran his fingers through his hair, his movements brisk and frustrated as he fought to contain his thoughts.

Relief

She exhaled deeply, her shoulders dropping as the tension melted away.

He ran a hand down his face, his smile faint but unmistakably genuine.

She laughed shakily, her hand pressed to her chest as if trying to steady her racing heart.

He slumped against the nearest chair, his legs suddenly too weak to hold him up.

They let their head fall back, their eyes closing as a soft, contented sigh escaped their lips.

She smiled faintly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the surface of the table as the weight lifted from her mind.

Embarrassment

She tugged at the collar of her shirt, her cheeks flushing as she avoided everyone’s gaze.

He rubbed the back of his neck, his lips twitching into an awkward, forced smile.

She bit her lip, her hands fluttering nervously.

He let out a strained laugh, scratching the side of his head.

They hid their face in their hands, peeking out between their fingers with a sheepish grin.

She stumbled over her words, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt as her cheeks burned bright red.

#writing prompts #creative writing #writeblr #story prompt #prompt list #ask box prompts #body language descriptions #how to write body language #how to write #how to describe a character's body language #emotion prompts #how to show emotions #writing ideas #writing prompt

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beastwhimsy · 1 year ago

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six YEARS of art between these two drawings. I'm proud of where I am now and the practice I've done over the years [: I can't wait to see where I go next with my art!!

#not just as an artist but as a character designer too!! though I tried to make it similar to the original #artists on tumblr #furry #furry art #furry oc #anthro #wizard #magic #I dont know why their name was 'griphook'#art improvement #character design #technically the second piece was ALSO traditional. I sketched it on paper with a pencil before transferring it to procreate #described art #accessible art #they look like an npc for a fantasy game... I like that :3 #CHAT. HOW TO WRITE IMAGE DESCRIPTIONS THAT MENTION IMPROVEMENT WITHOUT SOUNDING EGOTISTICAL

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wackywatchdotcom · 2 months ago

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Rewatching episode one, I noticed that when Ragatha and Jax are talking to each other about Jax having a key, Pomni flinches away from, and lifts her arms to protect her face and head, when Jax toys with the key and catches it near her.

I wonder if she is that jumpy around others normally or if it's just when she's in a stressful situation (like suddenly being trapped in the circus) what do you think?

OK. ok. you mention this. and ive never said anything about it but i have genuinely noticed this almost every time ive seen that scene. i think about it a LOT but i havent been able to figure out my thoughts on it. but i think about it genuinely a LOT...

(i went on a huge tangent abt her thats like. only sporadically related to this specific moment SORRY. it was hard to address this moment without discussing a LOT about her i feel)

for the sake of clarity in the event someone reading this is unfamiliar, what this ask is referring to is this:

with the way that she so quickly dissociates and HARD (not that most people Never experience dissociation or smth, but its the intensity of it and how quick into this situation she starts dissociating is like. it makes it seem like its smth her body and mind are Used To Doing) she REALLY gives off the feeling that she had pre-existing mental health problems (i struggle to place anything TOO specific with the limited information we have but i feel like theres definitely a few things she has going on) before she even got to the circus, and like she COULD just be a naturally jumpy person, but with the dissociation thing and general distrust towards others, it feels like her jumpiness is also related to these issues

while her being naturally nervous is sort of implied and clear (though i think the extent of it is exaggerated by the circumstances of the pilot in particular) there ARE a few other examples that stand out to me

i THINK this can largely be passed off as her just being on edge from the horror adventure, but i this is IS notable that she reacts genuinely pretty strongly to what is a relatively minor 'jumpscare.' it happens later too w kinger pressing the tape recorder

in general she seems VERY easily startled by people, and frankly it reads a lot like it stems more from people being near her than just things happening abruptly. she notably doesnt jump hard when the angel arrives- she DOES get scared, but she isnt necessarily startled. she DOES react very strongly to ghostly, but i think its notable that she seems to find his visual appearance frightening and debatably not necessarily startling, but thats not really 100%. the times she reacts the strongest have to do with people, which imo ties HARD into her not trusting people

episode 2 breaks down her distrust of people well, and i dont think its a self consciousness thing. it seems more that she just doesnt tend to find people trustworthy- if something bad was happening to her, she would sooner assume theyd let it happen rather than help her. it could be argued that its partially a guilt or projection thing with ragatha, but im not actually so sure. pomni seems to be ashamed of leaving her behind, but particularly through ep 2 she doesnt seemed Plagued With Guilt by the way she acts towards ragatha, which implies that the dream didnt have to do with her projecting that shame in a way shed assume ragatha would turn back on her, too

it instead seems to be that she doesnt trust ragatha just... in general. the 'im not a child' thing, while a legitimate problem for pomni to have with ragatha (i love ragatha, and from my place in the audience i know her concern is genuine, and that she truly wants to encourage pomni, and is trying, but from the perspective of people around ragatha, its not an unreasonable assumption that shes JUST being infantilizing and belittling), does illuminate how pomni is seeing ragathas attempts at cheering her up- that it comes from a place of seeing pomni as immature or generally unstable. that pomni is incapable of managing herself and needs to be coaxed. it implies pomni doesnt see ragathas attempts at help as genuine. combined with her dream, that ragatha would allow the worst to happen to her even when she was asking for help, makes it very clear that, even with the 'nicest' person in the circus, pomni just... doesnt really trust her

(it is worth noting that pomni DOES seem to genuinely want to help ragatha in the pilot. she DID try to find caine. but she bolts at the first opportunity. she does care about people, but when stressed, she operates on keeping herself safe first and foremost, that she needs to do anything to get out of a bad situation even if that means leaving someone behind- and with her dream, it does seem that she generally assumes other people operate similarly, or otherwise in their own best interest)

this does, of course, improve by the end of eps 2 and 3. the funeral, and ragatha offering to include her, and how the others talk about abstracted players (combined with her conversation with gummigoo, someone who she has to assure has genuine friendships with those around him despite the lack of a true reality for them to be based upon), are able to convey that oh, these people do actually care about the people around them. theyre being genuine. they arent just looking out for themselves and thats it- they care when bad things happen to each other. and theres no true reason for me to be an exception. which is ALSO why i dont think its a self consciousness thing, she seems able to reason that shes not an exception to the intents of others, so much that when she cant assure herself that others' intents hold her safety as any sort of priority as well, any trust goes out the window. she WANTS to help if she can, but esp in the pilot, as far as shes concerned, its everyone for themself when shit gets bad, including herself

ep 3, she seems more trusting of ragatha- she has neutral and positive interactions w her, rather than assuming a lack of sincerity in it. but its not just ragatha, actually, because even before her talk with him, you can see it in how she interacts with kinger as well

she initially tries to help him run, which isnt too out there- with how she genuinely DID initially try to help ragatha, it doesnt require her to go out of her way to grab him and RUN. she can run AND take him with her. she can help without putting herself in extra danger. but then she DOES go back, which is one of my favorite and imo underrated pomni moments. because THIS is what i think actually highlights an improvement in how she sees the others before her apologizing to ragatha or taking kingers hand. because she puts herself BACK into (percieved, since its not actual sure WHAT the angels intentions were her) danger in order to get kinger away too

(theres probably a case to be made that ragatha didnt seem to be in immediate danger- she was in pain, that much was clear, but kaufmo had ran away by then. but even still, pomni couldnt have known kaufmo would shift gears and start chasing her instead of ragatha that first time. and i dont know if she actually knew death wasnt possible here yet. which isnt very flattering for pomni but also people do not act in flattering ways under extreme stress, esp given a predisposition to not trusting others, which ill elaborate more on in a second here- not that pomnis abandonment was ok OR that it was like evil of her or smth. shes just a person. there is no way she was prepared to know how to act correctly in this situation, and she didnt)

theres also this

which is SUBTLE but highlights a genuine increase in trust even before their heart to heart. now that she knows the cast (save for jax, who she seems to react to the harshest, which is worth noting imo) are not acting solely in their own best interest, that they WILL consider the wellbeing of those around them including her, that their concern for one another is genuine (which is concerning that she even assumes that to begin with, which ill circle back to momentarily), she very clearly has way more faith in them and the idea that she should stick around the others for safety

and of course, ive said it before, but her taking kingers hand has little to do with her enjoying holding hands. its her knowing that, if kingers wrong, this is going to end very, very badly. if holding their breath isnt the solution theyre BOTH going to get possessed, and who knows how theyd get out of that situation. but she decides in that moment that her trust in the others isnt ONLY about looking out for them and believing that theyre sincere in their concern for her. but that she is willing to let the others put her at a potential massive risk. getting possessed was a blatantly immediately traumatic experience- and she lets kinger put her at risk of it happening again. THATS why she holds his hand, at least symbolically. she doesnt like contact. but she can brave something that she doesnt like, she can let him lead her into and through something potentially horrific, because shes deciding to trust him and the others, that theyre not just people she can interact with without fear of ill intentions, but that theyre people who she is going to coexist with. the best thing she can do for herself and the others is trust them and work with them actively

anyway that got off-track, the point being that her having to have these ideas instilled in her at all through shared experiences and trauma implies that, while these issues with distrust may have been exacerbated by the stress of everything, they didnt come from nowhere. these are problems she likely already had to some degree. its great that theres been improvement but that improvement directly implies thesse were improvements that needed to be made to begin with. and the fact that the person she gets repeatedly most startled by is jax. who, even with episode 2, she explicitly doesnt trust. in the pilot, at least, her distrust is more vague (i think the dream sequence in ep 2 IS what highlights it best) so her flinching from jax can be passed off as related to a general lack of adjustment to the new environment and situation shes in. but it happens again with jax in episode 3 (and, notably, she pauses afterwards but it takes a moment for her to relax even knowing its just jax), after shes adjusted somewhat, and after shes gained some trust with everyone except for jax (given his absence from the scene at the end of ep 2). it also happens when barons voice plays abruptly next to her

point being that imo, she IS naturally jumpy. she says herself that she doesnt handle jumpscares well, which somewhat implies this even outside of the circumstances of the circus. but with how she reacts to things, it feels like her general jumpiness is far, far worse when it comes to people she doesnt trust (be it because jax is Like That, or because shes not familiar with baron). the way i see it, then, her distrust extends to perceiving physical threats easily around people she hasnt ensured are safe to be around. she IS able to gain this trust in people, but she seems to automatically place the intents of others as being Potentially Unsafe from the jump, especially under stress. she can jump back from it fairly quickly for what its worth, but to be honest, it seems more like she operates on some general, everpresent level of hypervigilance thats just sometimes worse based on the situation

and frankly i dont think we know enough about her as of ep 4 to fully determine if there IS a reason for this. because someone can have a reason to be this jumpy around others, or they can just... be nervous and dislike people moving suddenly near them. combined with the dissociation thing, though, im inclined to think the circus did not cause this, just made it more extreme with more unpleasant stakes. there is hardly any time between her entering the circus and this happening. she hadnt even seen kaufmo yet in that very first example, but she was already on alert for a physical threat, and i just. i think about it all the time...

i think the main takeaway from all of this is that i think she isnt necessarily jumpy like that all the time, but i think trust is not a given with pomni, and her jumpiness massively depends on how much she trusts people near her and the situation shes in to not be a physical threat to her. its definitely worse in the circus, but i think it was probably still something present in a different context in the real world, too

#ask #tadc #tadc pomni #circus discussion #i have no clue if this is like. cohesive at all but i feel like theres a LOT going on w this aspect of her character #but a lot of it isnt definitive #the best i can do is point out what things seem related and which aspects of her character seem related to this #im jsut hoping i didnt miss anything or misremember smth bc if i type this many words abt smth and forget smth vital that changes things #or if i incorrectly attributed things together that dont actually make sense to be connected #ill die badly #if it means anything. and this is more speculative #i think that pomni probably had either some relatively prominent mental health problems. genuine trauma. or both #prior to entering the circus #though i actually dont think the definitive answer of which one or any specifics in general about it matter much #so much as the fact that shes like that and thats. just how she is at this point in her life #from a writing perspective i dont think its quite relevant to know the exact reason if we can deduce that she is the way she is now #it informs who she is now but in a more vague way where knowing an exact why stops mattering #esp in comparison to the idea that she CURRENTLY is having to cope with the things happening NOW #not that the context doesnt matter at all but it likely wouldnt change much abt how shes written #if we get more insight on her wrt this i dont think its going to be descriptive #i think the show gives snippets of their human lives for the purpose of humanizing them and emphasizing the fact #that they did have very realistic human lives before all of this and that cant really be removed from them #it influences who they are today #but knowing about it in extreme detail esp with pomni wouldnt add much and would effectively be redundant #anyway!!! sorry or your welcome for the 2k word response to your ask #not sure if thats what you were hoping for or not HAHA #...and not sure how much of this makes sense honestly ive been working on it for 3 hrs now #so if its a little messy its cus im trying to keep track of everything ive written over 3 hours despite distractions #BUT it was fun to answer!!! i think about her every day #gif

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art--harridan · 4 months ago

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[Image description: A digital drawing of a character called Joan. The drawing cuts off below her knees, but shows the rest of her in full. She stands in a pose that is both relaxed and awkward - her shoulders slouch and one hand rests in her pocket, but the other is held rigidly by her side and her knees point in at each other. She stares forward with a stone-faced expression. Joan is wearing a deep purple mid-length dress with a cravat-style neck. She wears ripped fishnet tights under it. On top of it, she wears a tank top with a messily cropped hem - it has a row of safety pins on it, and a dark blue badge - and two studded belts, alongside a mauve beaded necklace. Over this, she wears a long, dark trench coat with a few badges on its collar. Her earrings are mismatched - one circular and purple, while the other is a silver cylinder. Her makeup is a traditional goth style with a white foundation, dark lips and eyes, and exaggerated features with dark contour. The white cuts off abruptly at her neck and ears. Her black hair is a similarly eighties goth style, crimped and teased, going out at the top and the bottom. Her fringe is bobby pinned to the side, and a streak of dark purple runs from there to the top of her hair. Joan is situated further to the right of the piece, followed by two large four-point stars with watery, white middles. The background is a dark yet bold purple.]

#digital art #ocs #joan #did this a few weeks ago but tbh ive been struggling to think about how to introduce the image description ...#so tbh pls let me know if this works for you 🙏🙏 very weird writing about a character thats mine lol #anyway this joan (loml 💛)#the story shes from is mostly set in two eras but this is when shes in the 80s 👍👍#i defo wanna do a comic of this world at some point but i still have to iron out a lot tbh #i draw joan a lot though ive got a v clear image of her in my mind #also fun fact that blue badge on her shirt is an echo and the bunnymen badge but i didnt wanna put that in the id cos its not too clear lol #think the logo with lots of arms

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the-quiet-machine · 2 months ago

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Some pre-virus Moon

So I'm gonna be real with y'all. This is the first bit of writing that's seen the light of day in over a decade. So please be nice?

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At just shy of 9.5k words, this went on waaaaay longer than I meant for it to. This is a much expanded, slightly different POV of my other pre-virus Moon post.

Lala just kind of popped into my brain as the kind of minds-their-own-business person who would think Sun and Moon are fascinating but also not want to bother them with their fascination. And I think that's a cute dynamic to have for a quiet friendship with Moon during pre-virus night shifts.

This one is looooong, so most of the fic will be under the cut.

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Being the night shift security guard for the all-new Freddy Fazbear Pizza Plex™ was an exercise in patience and anxiety.

The bright and exuberant attractions dimmed and shut down, the human staff mostly cleared out, and the main attractions retired to their green rooms for the most part. Only running into the S.T.A.F.F. bots on occasion and getting accidentally accosted by MapBot. Everything got a horror show vibe that made shifts a bit nerve-wracking.

On the other hand, almost nothing ever happened. Everyone knew the weird and potentially litigious history of Fazbear Entertainment, and so very few people wanted to bring down the hammer for the short thrill of breaking in. Just the occasional S.T.A.F.F. bot that got stuck and needed a helping human hand to pull them out. Shifts could feel interminable if they thought about it for too long.

"Hey Greg." Lala nodded to the day shift guard, a gruff older man who made the day-time patrons feel safe. Lala had started on the day shift, but that hadn't lasted long before management had moved them to the night shift instead. No one wanted to admit to anything, but they could recognize that they were a little… small for a security guard.

With the extra pay and quieter shifts? They didn't see any reason not to just take the night shift.

"Crazy day, Lala. Crazy day." He said as he stood from the chair. "Too many birthdays, too many mama bears screaming at employees when somethin' stupid makes their brat cry."

"So just like every other day?" They asked, smirking a bit when Greg waved them off with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, night shift." He clapped a hand on their shoulder as he headed toward the door. "I'll see you in a few days. Splitting shifts now that I've got grandbabies on the way." Lala smiled and settled into the chair he had vacated, quickly finding his silhouette on the cameras. They followed his path on the monitors until he disappeared into the employee locker rooms.

They settled in to the mundane routine of the start of night shift: checking the monitors, reading the incident reports, and signing off on their first round of monitor checks. Only once all the paperwork was complete did they push back from the creaking roll-chair. They patted at their belt, confirming by feel their flashlight, their key ring, their badge, and various pouches they had filled before coming on shift.

Night shift might be routine, but that didn't mean they shouldn't be ready for the unexpected.

All the necessary gear confirmed, they left the main security office to do their rounds. Tucked at the back of the 'plex, Lala had a bit of a walk to get to their usual starting point. Could they shift up their routes to start and end at the main security office? Sure. But that would take away one of the small joys that helped make the interminable night shift a little easier to bare.

When they reached the front of the 'plex, they checked that all the roll doors were properly locked and latched in. Greg had never done a half-ass job a day in his life as far as Lala knew, but it was part of the checklist. They nodded when all the doors stayed in place at their gentle tugging. It was as they were turning toward Glamrock Gifts that they heard it.

Jingle-jingle

They smiled as they swung their flashlight ahead of them. The night shift might have been long and repetitive, but that didn't mean they were alone for the whole thing.

Moon was… skittish, if they had to pick just one word to describe them. Greg had stayed late on Lala's first day on the night shift to introduce them, but Moon had been mostly quiet even then. Staying carefully just out of reach and preferring to crouch on signs or swing from their cable. Lala hadn't pushed, too busy being quietly amazed at the fluidity of their movements.

The protocols were clear: stick to identifying threats and let Moon take care of any actual danger.

It had seemed incongruous at the time. The part of the Daycare Attendant that normally took care of nap time for children was going to be the muscle of a security outfit? But then Greg had tossed his empty energy drink can at Moon. The can crumpled under their darting grasp, and Lala's reservations were soundly put to rest.

They had spent their next few shifts reading what they could understand from the manual they had found buried under old magazines. They were hardly an engineer, but what they could understand of Moon's specifications were amazing, the balance of strength and delicacy mind-boggling.

Lala had kept an eye out while they walked their rounds, learning the rhythm of the Pizza Plex at night. Occasionally, they heard a delicate tinkle, a soft jingle-jangle, from the shadowy eaves. And it had become something of a delight as they settled into a routine. Sometimes they would cross paths with Moon, the quiet jester leaping and crouching and watching from high above the ground level.

They enjoyed those quiet moments, making sure to send a warm smile whichever way the delicate sound of Moon's bells emanated from. Moon never engaged, so Lala respected the existing silence between them.

Still, it was nice to know that they weren't all alone on their shifts. The S.T.A.F.F. bots didn't really count, unable to speak and usually unwilling to engage with people beyond their protocols (though they had accidentally witnessed a dance party with S.T.A.F.F bots and wet floor bots once).

Moon's shifting presence was something to look forward to.

Glamrock Gifts was clear, the metal grate casting minimal shadows into the darkened store. Lala tugged on the grate, nodding when it stayed shut. Another check passed. The jingling started to grow fainter as they stood and turned back to the main lobby. Moon's scan must not have turned up anything interesting.

Lala worked through the rest of their first round with a small smile on their face, ears perked for the chance to hear proof of Moon's presence. When they settled back into the main security office, they were pleased to have heard them at least twice.

They went through the tedious process of confirming that all security checks were passed in the digital log, eyes straining a little in the bright light of the computer after so much time in the dimness of the Pizza Plex.

Once that was finished, they checked all the monitors next. More tedium but it was part of the job. They didn't want to slack and miss something. Lala actually liked this job, despite the wariness that some of their friends had expressed.

On the second to last screen, something moved. Lala snapped to attention, eyes watching the screen intently. They cursed the fact that the cameras didn't move or record in color. The darkness of the Pizza Plex made seeing what had moved difficult.

Frowning, they took note of which camera it was: B1-LD24. It was mostly dark, but the flash of lighter movement had been unmistakeable. They reached for the camera cheat sheet taped to the bottom of the security desk. They had never managed to memorize all the camera codes. They ran their finger down the numbers.

There. First basement level, the loading docks.

Lala frowned. Deliveries usually came toward the end of their shift, close to the time the Pizza Plex officially opened. The basement levels were usually graveyard still during the night shift, save the occasional endoskeleton that got caught on camera. But they knew what a fast-moving endo looked like on camera, and that wasn't what they saw.

They weren't exactly sure what they saw, but it wasn't that. They bit their lip at this disruption to the pleasant routine they had made their shifts. It was their job to check out disturbances. With a heavy sigh, they pushed out of their chair.

Their hands patted their belt, ensuring they had everything: flashlight, key ring, bade, pouches. Before they left the main security office, they headed to the far wall. They fished through their key ring as they approached, pulling out a key they hadn't had to use since their first day when they proved they could operate the lock.

They frowned when they noticed a faint tremor to their hands as they unlocked the cabinet. The patented (they had checked) Fazer-Tazer™ sat, all unassuming, when they managed to open the cabinet.

Lala hated that the Fazer-Tazer™ existed.

Oh, they knew how to use it. They had been trained on it and forced to demonstrate their ability with it during their first week. But seeing the 'volunteer' S.T.A.F.F. bot seize and jitter when the contact points connected with their body had sent Lala's stomach rolling. It was luck that the night shift was so quiet that they had never needed to use it again.

But this was another thing in the rules: always check out disturbances with the proper equipment. Since they weren't sure if this was an endoskeleton or a person, they had to take it.

They handled the weapon delicately, carefully sliding the incongruously Monty-shaped casing into the empty slot on their belt. With uneasy determination, they left the main security office and headed for the stairs that would take them down.

As they trekked back toward the lobby and the staff-only entrance to the basement stairs, they couldn't help but find the previously familiar Pizza Plex unsettling. Shadows that never bothered them before had them squinting nervously into their darkness.

They couldn't help wishing that they would hear the familiar jingle-jingle of Moon in the rafters.

And like some higher power had heard their plaintive thought, a faint jingle reached their ears. They jerked to a stop, head snapping up to scan the dark ceiling. Moon could run dark when they wanted to, optic lights fully off to blend in with the darkness, and they frequently did.

Another delicate jingle reached their ears, and they snapped their head toward where they thought it came from. Straining their eyes, they tried in vain to spot their fellow security.

"M-Moon?" They called out, voice shaking some. They frowned at the obvious tell of their nerves and cleared their throat a bit. "Uh, Moon? I hate to bother you, but… could I ask a favor?" The jingling had stopped, so Lala couldn't be sure that Moon was even still in the area. But they held perfectly still, eyes darting around where they last heard the tell-tale jingle.

"A faaavor?" Came from almost directly above them, and Lala couldn't help the squeak that escaped. Their head snapped up, only to meet Moon's lit optics a few inches away.

Once the shock of Moon being so close passed, Lala felt relief flood their entire body, shoulders slumping and their clenched fists relaxing.

"Oh, you startled me." They chuckled a bit, patting their racing heart. Moon's head tilted, the little puffball on the end of their sleeping cap shifting with the motion.

"A favor?" They repeated, drifting back and up some. Lala nodded, giving them a tremulous smile.

"Would it be possible for you to come with me down to the loading docks?" They tangled their fingers together in front of their body. "I saw something on the monitors, but I wasn't sure if it was an endo or… something else."

It wasn't exactly protocol for Moon to accompany them when checking a disturbance. Moon was an expensive and delicate piece of highly sophisticated machinery and software; if there was no reason for them to be at a disturbance, they shouldn't be called in. This was especially true for the areas where Moon's flight tether couldn't reach. Like the basement levels.

But this was Lala's first real disturbance on the night shift, and something about it was unsettling them more than the ones they had handled during their short time on the day shift.

"Hmm…" Moon's thoughtful hum was surprisingly melodious. "That's not protocol." Lala frowned, biting the corner of their bottom lip. Moon was right, and they both knew it.

"Could you… wait nearby while I check it out?" They hedged, eyes darting to the door marked 'Staff Only' with trepidation. "I would feel better if I knew you were nearby, even if it's nothing." Moon's head tilted the opposite direction, then kept going. Their faceplate twirled a full circle under their sleeping cap.

"Being close wooould mean dealing with intruders faster." They said after a long moment, drifting closer again. To Lala's surprise, they reached back and unhooked themself from their cable, landing surprisingly lightly for a machine weighing hundreds of pounds. "I will stay by the doooooor." Lala blinked in surprise for a moment before a smile flooded onto their face.

"Oh, thank you so much, Moon." They gushed, bringing their tangled fingers up under their chin. "You have no idea how much better I feel knowing you'll be watching." Moon's faceplate did another full twirl, and Lala nodded with conviction. Bolstered by their mechanical backup, they headed toward the 'Staff Only' door with more confidence.

They still weren't looking forward to checking out whatever the disturbance was, but knowing Moon was only a shout away made it less terrifying. The quiet, consistent jingle of Moon's bells behind them was a surprisingly reassuring sound.

Pushing open the door, Lala pulled their flashlight from their belt and turned it on. The beam shone weakly into the darkness of the staircase, just barely illuminating the landing where the staircase turned. What little light shone past their own body decreased more as the larger form of Moon appeared behind their own.

Lala took a deep breath, then let it out in a whoosh. They looked over their shoulder to meet Moon's optics with a small smile.

"I'll yell if I need help." They assured them. Moon gave a little nod, the puffball on their hat bobbing cheerily with the motion. Lala nodded back, then turned back to head down the stairs.

Some of the confidence drifted away as they turned on the landing, flashlight only barely illuminating the basement floor. They swallowed hard, reminded themself that Moon was just waiting for their signal, and descended those final steps.

The loading dock wasn't far from the stairwell, thankfully. They swung their flashlight broadly as they approached the roll doors. Lala stayed alert for the tell-tale sounds of an approaching endo, but the darkness was silent beyond their own footsteps.

When they reached the first dock entrance, they focused their flashlight beam on the lock. It looked intact, and they tugged the roll door handle gently. It clanked against the lock's shank, still securely in place.

One down, five to go.

Lala sighed and stood straight, turning their flashlight down the row of docking doors. In the dim light, none of the locks looked like they had been tampered with. Still, they had to check each one before they could say they determined no one had broken in through them.

They were only two steps away from the next door when a hand clapped over their mouth and something sharp pressed to their side.

"Don't struggle." A deep voice hissed, unsettlingly close to their ear. Lala craned their body to get away from whatever was pressed against them, but it just made keeping their balance more difficult. "I said stop!" It jabbed closer, and they couldn't help the whimper that escaped their throat.

"Be quiet, or I'll stab you." Lala swallowed harshly at the certainty of the voice. They could curse their own idiocy in not checking all the many boxes and shelves around the loading dock before checking the doors. "All right. Go. We're getting the money." Lala nodded, breathing heavily through their nose. The hand over their mouth smelled like dust and sweat.

Arched backward as they were, climbing the stairs was a precarious task. But as they slowly approached the landing, their mind was split.

A huge part of their focus was on not letting what was likely a knife get any closer to cutting through their uniform. But a small, panicking part just kept thinking about how they just needed to get to where Moon could see them.

Moon, the one who would take care of any actual danger. Moon, who would be waiting at the top of the stairs. Moon, who was the big guard dog to their little yappy dog.

They felt their eyes prickling with relieved tears as they stepped onto the landing. Just one more turn and—

Moon was gone, and the door was closed.

Lala blinked in disbelief, their hope sinking like a stone into despair. The intruder behind them didn't care for their sudden stop, finally jabbing hard enough to slice through cloth and into skin.

"Move." He hissed, the hand over their mouth finally shifting some. Lala gasped for panicked air as it left their mouth, though they swallowed hard when it just shifted to their neck.

Their body felt overwhelmed, a mix of pain, shock, and terror mixing into a sensory nightmare. The intruder's hand on their neck made their skin crawl.

They stumbled up the stairs, their legs starting to shake beneath them.

Moon had said… Moon had promised…

Maybe… maybe they were just on the other side of the door? Maybe they just needed to get out of the basement staircase? Moon was always more comfortable in the open air and attached to their cable.

As they reached the final few steps, the hand around their throat tightened and the knife slid across their skin again, a burning pain this time.

Oh, that's not good. That's deeper.

"Open the door, and don't try anything funny." The intruder hissed into their ear, an unsettling blast of air against sensitive skin. Lala nodded frantically, not wanting to think about how their side was starting to feel wet.

Like a gift from the universe, the grip on their neck loosened then fell away completely. It settled on their shoulder, but that was blessedly covered by their uniform. The discomfort of skin-on-skin faded away.

Lala took the final step up to the door, the knife sliding back. They flinched at the way the blade slid over already open flesh, but at least it wasn't pressed so close.

For just a moment, they hesitated, hands hovering over the push bar. What if Moon wasn't there? What if they didn't come when Lala screamed?

Because they would. They would shove the door open and scream and hope that Moon held up their end of the bargain.

The intruder wouldn't be able to open the safe without a passcode, so they couldn't be hurt too badly.

"Move it!" The intruder hissed from behind them. Lala took a deep breath in and shoved open the door with a bang.

"MOON!" They shrieked, louder than they had used their voice in years. They stumbled forward as fast as they could, rushing toward the statue in the center of the lobby. More room for an aerial Moon to maneuver.

"You little—ghrrk!" The intruder's voice cut off in a strangled sound, but Lala didn't stop. Their side throbbed in red-hot pain, but they kept going until they rounded the Freddy statue. Only then did they look back at the door they had fled from.

Barely halfway through the doorway, the intruder was pinned to the ground. Much to Lala's relief, Moon was crouched spider-like over the man, one delicate hand pressing down, down, down on the intruder's neck to hold them to the ground. To Lala's surprise, Moon was… on the other side of the doorway, their hand extending out of the stairwell and into the main lobby.

Lala watched in quiet shock as Moon handled the intruder with a roughness they didn't expect from the quiet daycare attendant, the strength of their hold visible even from so far away. It settled something in them to hear the intruder make quiet, choked noises at Moon's rough handling.

Watching the intruder get tied up with blue ribbons made a smile bloom on their face, though just from the way the intruder's arm bulged they could see the ribbons were wrapped extra tight. Only when the intruder was essentially hog-tied did Moon finally turn their attention away.

Lala felt their body start to shake as Moon stood to their full height, faceplate tilting as they stepped through the stairway door frame. It was easy to forget how much bigger Moon was when they were usually seen at a distance or curled in a crouch. There was no forgetting it as they rounded the statue to approach.

"Eulalia Wrona, you are injured." Lala startled at that, unused to hearing their full name unless they were in trouble with their grandmother.

"I-I… uh, what?" They stuttered, hands twisting together in front of them. Moon's faceplate tilted and bobbed into a full spin.

"You are injured." Their spindly hand pointed down and to Lala's side.

And just like that, the pain of it rushed back. Lala hissed, hands disentangling to untuck their polo. A few inches above their trousers, two slices formed a ragged 'x' in their flesh, both of the cuts dripping blood that soaked into the top of their trousers.

"Aw, fuck." They muttered, eyes beading with tears now that the pain was in the forefront of their mind.

"Language." Moon chided softly, coming closer and squatting down. Their faceplate came almost level with Lala's hips, their optics going brighter for a moment as they examined the cuts. "The authorities have been alerted to an intruder with a knife." Lala bites their lip as Moon's fingers prod delicately around the cuts.

"Th-Thank you, Moon." They mumbled, some of their tears slipping down their face. "I know it's my job to do that." And it was. Protocol said that Moon took care of the threat, but it was the security guard's job to alert the appropriate authorities.

"This will need stitches." Moon pronounced, looking up. Lala frowned.

"I…" They trailed off, thinking of the cost of a visit to the emergency room at this time of night. On top of the cost to replace their sliced polo and clean the blood out of their trousers… "Do they need it? Can't I use some of the butterfly bandages?" The main security office had a first aid kit, used mostly to 'heal' the boo-boos of children who just wanted assurance.

Lala knew there were some butterfly bandages in the non-Fazbear package of bandages. The night shift was usually calm, and they could take it easy during the day…

Moon's faceplate twirled again, and Lala got the distinct impression that they were dissatisfied with Lala's response.

"You will need stitches." They asserted, firmly but quietly. "Buuuut…" Lala sucked in a breath as Moon trailed off.

"But?" They asked, leaning a little closer to the crouched robot.

"But I have a wound stitching and dressing module installed." Lala blinked. Well, that wasn't something they would have expected from a security bot. But then, Moon was more than security, weren't they? They were the nap time attendant, the one to soothe children to sleep.

Children that age would get into all kinds of scrapes, and Moon having advanced medical skills made sense.

"Would… Could I trouble you to stitch it shut?" Lala asked, hoping they were reading the quiet bot correctly.

Honestly, this night amounted to the most they had ever spoken with Moon since they were initially hired.

"Aaaafter he's gone." Moon gestured with surprising violence at the hog-tied intruder. Lala looked back over at the intruder, having almost entirely forgotten about their presence in the face of their injury.

The man's mouth was gagged with more blue ribbon, though his face was contorted in thwarted fury. Lala shivered a little to see it, their eyes dropping to his hands.

His empty hands.

"Where's his knife?" They asked, looking around. Maybe Moon had kicked it away, and Lala just hadn't noticed in their panic?

"Here." Lala jerked their head back around to see Moon spirit the bloody knife from out of their poofy pants. They felt a little queasy as they recognized that it was their blood staining the metal.

"Oh, uh… right." They swallowed heavily and were silently grateful when Moon slipped it back into the pocket they pulled it from. "Um… how long until the authorities get here, again?" They needed something, anything to get their mind off the still throbbing pain of their injury and the image of the bloody knife.

Moon's optics flared brighter for a moment, before their faceplate did another twirl. They seemed to enjoy doing that, the motion surprisingly expressive.

"They're parking now." Moon's quiet statement surprised Lala. Their head snapped toward the main entrance door, still locked and closed with the roll doors.

"Oh, I need to—"

"Sit down." Moon interjected, large hands catching them gently by the shoulders and pressing them down onto the statue pedestal. "IIIIII will do it." Lala blinked up at Moon, surprised at their words. Moon's hands hovered over their shoulders for a moment, before they nodded.

They turned and headed to the doors, leaving Lala staring after them.

Lala hadn't known Moon was so kind, though there had really been no reason to know until now. Their robotic coworker had been skittish before, preferring to stay out of reach and off the ground.

By some magic, Moon unlocked and opened one of the roll doors without the key on Lala's key ring. They watched as Moon waved the officers in. The officers looked visibly uncomfortable with being greeted by Moon, obviously not used to interacting with robots. When Moon gestured toward them, Lala waved weakly. The two officers look relieved to see an actual person.

They took a deep breath, bracing their hands against their knees to stand. In a flash, Moon was by their side and laying a gentle hand on their shoulder.

"Stayyyy seated." Moon chided softly. "I explained you are… shaken." Lala blinked up at the tall robot, the gears of their mind grinding slowly to life.

Oh. So they weren't telling the officers about their injuries. That made sense, if they didn't want to fight with paramedics about going to the emergency room.

A few moments later, one of the officers was standing in front of them, a look of sympathy on his face.

"I'm Officer Touri." He said, crouching to be more level with them. "I'm told you had a rough night. Can I ask you some questions about what happened?" Lala nodded dazedly, glancing up at Moon for a moment. Moon kept their hand on Lala's shoulder, a comforting weight.

"Uh, sure." They said, leaning a little closer to Moon. They would be lying if they said they wanted to talk to a cop, but there was no escaping it now that they were here.

"Great!" The officer gave a smile that was obviously supposed to be reassuring. Lala did not feel reassured. "For the record, can you tell me your name and job title?"

"Yeah. Um… I'm Eulalia Wrona, and I'm the night shift security guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Plex." The man nodded at their statement, making no move to write any of it down. Lala frowned a bit. Shouldn't he be taking notes so they wouldn't have to do this again?

"And could you describe what happened? Start from when you first noticed anything amiss." He said. Moon's hand flexed gently on their shoulder, and they peeked up again. Moon's face couldn't really emote, stationary except for the way their faceplate could twirl, but just looking at them settled some of the discomfort of talking to a cop.

"I saw something on one of the cameras when… um, when I was doing my second monitor check." They thought back to what, realistically, had probably only been ten or twenty minutes ago at the most. Strange that it felt like ages ago. "Something had moved near the loading docks, and it's protocol to check disturbances out." The officer nodded.

"I went to look, and I… ran into Moon along the way." Lala gestured up at the robot still standing at their shoulder. "Protocol says they're… not really allowed to enter locations without their cable access without good reason, so I would need to confirm something was wrong before they could go down. They, um, they agreed to stand by the door to wait for me, and they would come down if I yelled for help." Fat lot of good that promise did. They had been muffled and held at knife point faster than they could scream for Moon.

"It was hard to see in the dark. The lights are on a timer, so I couldn't have turned them on. Um. It was hard to see, and my flashlight isn't very bright. I looked around a bit, but protocol says that the loading dock doors need to be checked first." Lala swallowed hard as they thought about the moments before the intruder had caught them. "The, um, the first door was fine. Um.. I… I was, um, I was walking to the—to the second door when… when…" Their voice cracked, and heat flooded their cheeks.

Keep it together, Lala! It's over, and Moon is right there, and they have faster reflexes than any human. The intruder isn't going to get past them any time soon.

"Take your time." The officer reached a hand out but stopped short of touching. Lala eyed his hand warily until he brought it back to hanging between his bent knees.

Again, Moon's hand gave a gentle squeeze, and Lala looked up at them. Again, they drew courage from the familiar shape of their faceplate.

"The intruder grabbed me… um, right before I checked the second door." Lala rushed the words out, wanting to get this over with. "They covered my mouth and… and… they… they…" They suddenly remembered that they were going to be leaving out their injury. Would mentioning the knife be a good idea?

Another gentle squeeze pulled them from their head and brought their attention back to Moon. They gave the tiniest of nods, only noticeable by the way their puffball shifted some.

"They had a knife." Lala said. "And they threatened me. They were behind me, so I couldn't… I couldn't really fight back. Protocol says we're not supposed to use force in disturbances involving humans. That's what Moon is for." The officer blinked a few times, eyes drifting over to the hand on their shoulder. Lala frowned.

"The intruder, um, he… he obviously didn't know about Moon. So he forced me up the stairs. When we reached the top, the door was shut. I think… I think maybe—maybe he thought I would have a partner on the other side? Since… since he pushed me ahead of him. And… Well, the safe needs a key and a passcode to be opened. If he hurt me too much, then… then I—then I wouldn't be able to give him the passcode." They determinedly didn't think about how they felt when they didn't see Moon at the top of the stairs.

Moon pulled through eventually, and that's what mattered.

"When he pushed me ahead, I just ran. Shoved the door open and kept going until… until I reached this side of the statue." Lala blinked a bit bemusedly as they realized that Moon had pretty much taken down the intruder the second Lala was far enough away to not be hurt. They looked back up at Moon again. "And I had screamed for Moon as soon as I had pushed open the door." Moon's faceplate did a full twirl, and it made Lala smile.

"When I finally turned around, Moon had already… handled him." Lala looked back at the officer to see him look over toward the 'Staff Only' door leading to the basement. Though really, he was probably looking at where the intruder was laying, all hog-tied up in blue ribbons that matched Moon's color scheme.

"Moon came and… calmed me down." Lala continued, very aware that this was the part of their story they couldn't fuck up. "They told me they had already called… you guys, and I didn't need to worry."

The officer shook his head a little before looking back to Lala.

"And that's everything?" He asked. "Everything you remember?" Lala frowned.

"Yes." They said, voice curt. Moon's hand squeezed their shoulder again, and they leaned closer to them in response.

They just wanted this to be over. They would still have to write up an incident report for Fazbear's records.

"So where is this knife?" The officer asked, eyes narrowing a little on Moon's hand.

"Heeeere." Moon produced the knife with a flourish, and Lala blinked to see that it was perfectly clean. Not a drop of blood on it. They leaned down to offer the knife to the officer. Lala took a bit of petty satisfaction to see the officer uncomfortable as he took the knife from Moon's much, much bigger hands.

"Ah… thanks." He said awkwardly, eyes only flicking up to Moon's faceplate for a moment before they dropped back to the knife.

"Hey Touri, can you give me a hand?" Lala startled, head whipping around to face the yell. Ah, the other officer. It looked like he was struggling with the intruder, who was bucking hard despite still being tied up in ribbons. "I don't have enough hands to get this one cuffed." Lala looked back in time to see the officer, Touri, sigh and push to standing position.

"If you're sure that's all." He said, sparing them another glance. "We'll be in touch about getting any footage of the incident." With that, he strode off toward his partner and the intruder. Lala let out a shaky sigh, slumping even closer to Moon but straightening with a quiet hiss when that just squashed their cuts.

"Just a little longer." Moon said, hand shifting to help keep them upright. "If you waaaant, you coooould go back to the security office." Lala bit their lip, glancing over to the officers who were struggling to hold the intruder still enough to slip on cuffs.

"It wouldn't be… strange?" They asked, turning to look at Moon. They had crouched since the officer left.

"It caaaaan be for collecting the camera footage." They offered, and relief swamped Lala. They nodded fervently, hands coming up to grab Moon's larger one.

"Thank you so much, Moon." Lala sniffed a bit, beginning to feel overwhelmed now that the worst was over. "I don't… I don't know what I would have done without you." Moon's faceplate twirled once, twice.

"Come. Up, but slowly." They said eventually, shifting one hand under Lala's elbow and the other hovering by their shoulder. Lala took a deep breath, clenched their eyes shut, and forced themself to stand.

The pain was breathtaking, forcing the air from their lungs in a quiet wheeze. Still, Moon's steadying hand under their elbow and against their back helped them stay up through the radiating pain. They panted shallowly for a bit before they finally felt like they could open their eyes without being overwhelmed.

Moon had shifted silently, now bent over and slightly in front of them, ready to catch them if their legs gave out. Lala gave them a tremulous smile.

"That… that wasn't fun." An understatement if they had ever made one. Moon nodded. Their face wasn't made to change expression, always and forever a bright grin, but Lala felt like it conveyed sympathy to their plight.

"Go sloooowly." They advised as Lala turned to face the rest of the lobby. "I will finish heeeeere." Lala gave them a grateful smile before taking their first tentative step.

The pain was very… present. It hurt, took up a huge chunk of their attention, made thinking about anything but putting one foot in front of the other difficult. But it was manageable enough that they were confident as they shuffled away from Moon's supporting hands.

The trip back to the main security office was a blur they managed purely because the route back was practically engraved into their muscle memory. When they finally made it, they stared uneasily at the chair.

Sitting would be painful too, and they didn't think the old thing could hold their weight if they tried to drop into it. With a grimace, they fastened their hands around the arm rests and started the slow process of sitting.

The pain wasn't as blinding as it was for standing, but it still made them feel a little lightheaded when they were finally seated. They took shuddering breaths until the pain receded back to a manageable level.

The monitors were still running, flicking automatically through the feeds. Lala flicked through them manually, pausing when they came to the lobby feeds.

In the time it took them to stumble to the main security office, the police officers had managed to cuff and untie the intruder, though the man was struggling wildly against their hold. Moon was nowhere to be seen in the feed, but that probably meant they had retreated back to the high ground.

Lala felt a warm glow in their chest at the thought that Moon had stayed on the ground just for them.

On the monitor, one of the officers stepped away from the intruder and tilted their head way up, mouth moving silently. Yeah, Moon definitely had gone back to the rafters.

They watched as the officers eventually corralled the intruder out of the Pizza Plex. Only when the door was shut behind them did Moon's spindly form reappear on the monitors. Moon did their magic with the door, somehow locking it despite the key being on Lala's key ring. Once the door was shut and the lock tested, Moon turned and looked directly at the camera. Lala smiled when their faceplate did a twirl before their tether tugged them up and out of sight again.

Lala sighed, wincing as they leaned back in the chair and let the automatic camera flipping resume. Moon would find them… eventually. They would have to see each other on the next round of security checks anyway. They just had to make it to the next round. Luckily, that wouldn't be for another hour, so they had plenty of time to recover in the security office.

A bit listless, they let their head flop in the direction of the old first aid kit. It was in the far corner, hidden in a lower cabinet and probably shoved all the way to the back. Did they really want to go through the pain of getting up, squatting and scrounging for it, then standing and coming back to the chair again?

Hell no.

With a sigh, Lala resigned themself to just hoping the cuts didn't jostle too much until they ran into Moon again.

They turned the chair just enough that they could watch the feeds again. The pain of their injury, now that they were seated, settled to a dull throb. It wouldn't be hard to stay awake during their shift. The pain would keep them alert. They settled in to watching, prepared to avoid thinking about how they'll need to stand once the time for their next round of security checks arrived.

A knock sounded against the main security room door.

Lala's whole body tensed up, the sound strange in the way it broke the routine of being a night shift security guard.

Who—

"Eulalia Wrona." Oh. The tension instantly bled out of their body, though they winced at the way it made their wound throb more insistently. That was Moon's voice. "Come ouuuuuut." Lala sighed before spinning the chair to face the door. The idea of getting up before their schedule round was… unpleasant.

"But I just got settled." They mumble under their breath, hands flexing on the arm rests. They would stand up. They would! It just… they needed the time to work up the guts.

"You neeeeeeed stitches." Moon said, knocking a little more insistently this time. Lala bit their lip and forced themself up all at once. Again, the pain was dizzying, leaving them teetering a little as they waited for the sensation to pass.

"I'm… I'm coming." They called, taking a deep breath. The world settled with it, and they approached the security room door. The ten or so steps felt much more lengthy than normal, but Lala just chalked that up to pain making everything harder.

When they opened the door, Moon's tall figure was almost pressed into the door frame. Lala blinked in surprise, swaying back at the unexpectedly close presence.

"Uh, hi Moon." They said absently. Moon immediately took a large step back and hunched into their more typical crouching pose. It was a little funny to see on the ground instead of from far below. "Time for… uh, time for stitches?" Moon nodded, and Lala noticed their tether flying in, heard the quiet click as it snapped into place. To their surprise, Moon didn't retreat to the rafters.

They rose from their crouch a little, enough to be considered standing at least, though they stayed hunched over enough to almost be eye-level with Lala. Their faceplate did a twirl, then another, before they waved Lala closer.

"Come." They waited just long enough to see Lala start walking before they turned and headed down the long pathway. Lala sighed but dutifully followed after. To their mild surprise, Moon stayed on the ground even though their tether was still attached. Seeing them walk on the ground was as rare as hen's teeth, so Lala made sure to savor the sight.

Moon considerately kept their pace something Lala could match, despite their much, much longer legs. It only reaffirmed the new way they would describe Moon: kind.

They didn't ask Moon where they were going, more focused on keeping their breathing steady to help keep the pain in their side manageable. It made the walk feel both interminable and over before they knew it.

When Moon finally stopped and turned to look at them, they were just outside the doors that lead into the Superstar Daycare. Lala took a few deep breaths, looking at Moon expectantly. Long moments of silence passed.

"Not scared?" Moon asked, something strange in their voice. Lala blinked, their brow scrunching up in confusion.

"Shhhhhould I be?" They asked hesitantly. They couldn't really think of any moments or times that Moon had made them feel unsafe or scared. Even when they first met when Lala was hired, they were more fascinated by Moon's existence than scared. Fazbear Entertainment had a reputation, sure; but that didn't mean that the robots they created weren't wondrous.

"…Noooo." They murmured before pulling open the large door. It wasn't a small door, large enough to soar over even Moon's head, but they made opening it seem easy. The tether unclipped and zipped up into the darkness, while Moon stepped into the deeper darkness of the daycare.

By necessity, there were few lights in the Superstar Daycare. The overheads, legally required, were off and controlled by the timer that controlled the rest of the lights in the building. Only some dim, also legally required, hazard lights and the exit sign lit up the otherwise dark space.

Lala had never been inside before, both day shift and night shift well aware that the daycare was Sun and Moon's domain. Moon might have been the one with explicit access to the security protocols, but Sun had access to them in emergencies. So they had peeked through the glass on their first day but not much else.

That unmemorable peek wouldn't really help with all the lights off.

"Uh, Moon?" They squeaked, taking a few tentative steps in before stopping. "I, uh… I can't really… see in here." In the dark, a pair of optic lights suddenly appeared, glowing a silvery blue in the dark. Lala focused on them intently as they wandered back.

"Haaaand." Moon said when they were within touching distance. Confused, Lala stuck their hand out, squinting a bit to try and see what little Moon's optic lights illuminated on their faceplate. Something took a delicate hold of Lala's hand, making them jump. "Follow meeeee." Oh, it was Moon's hand! Lala happily followed, confident that Moon wouldn't lead them into anything that would cause them more harm.

Moon led them into the far side of the daycare, where a dimly lit security desk sat against the wall furthest from the door. They brought Lala's hand forward until it touched the desk before letting go.

"Sit heeeeere." They said before turning away. The dim lights showed their back for only a moment before they were mostly lost in the darkness again. Shrugging, Lala gingerly leaned onto the desk. Their side still hurt, but the desk was low enough that they didn't have to hop up to sit on it.

The dim lights illuminated the outline of the desk, showing the scattered and messy papers that sat on it as well. Lala hadn't heard that there was a security guard or assistant for the daycare, and they squinted against the darkness to try and see what the paperwork was about.

They carefully picked up a page, angling it so it caught the light better.

To their surprise, a child's drawing appeared in the dim light. A scribble-ridden drawing of what looked like a very loose interpretation of Sun. The big yellow circle with squiggly rays and a scribbled body gave that impression anyway. The dim light and their unfamiliarity with children's writing meant that they had no way of interpreting the scribbles at the bottom of the page.

Lala smiled a bit, gently placing the paper back on the desk. It was adorable that Sun and Moon were keeping the drawings children gave to them. It also made them more and more convinced that Moon was incredibly kind.

"Eulalia Wrona." Lala jumped, hissing when the sudden movement yanked at their wound. They turned with a grimace to see Moon's optic lights were in front of them. "Show meee." Lala blinked, the throbbing pain muddling their head a bit. It took a few moments but they eventually realized Moon wanted them to lift their shirt.

With trembling fingers, they tugged their shirt up to their rib cage, glad for the darkness that made it hard for their human eyes to see what the injury looked like. Lala didn't think they could have handled it well.

"There are no numbing agentssss." Moon said in a low tone, one that made Lala bite their lip. "But you willllll need stitches." Lala nodded once, a motion that felt more determined than they were.

"Can you… can you tell me about the drawings?" They asked as Moon squatted to be level with their injury. "Just… just to keep my mind—my mind off of it?" The blank darkness and distant lights of the rest of the pizza plex didn't give them much to distract themself with.

For a long moment, Moon was silent. Lala bit their lip, wondering if maybe they weren't meant to see the drawings, if they should have just stayed quiet and suffered through.

"The children have drawing time twice a day." Moon said, and Lala felt some of their tension slip away. Like they had timed it, the first jab of the needle pierced through Lala's flesh. Their whole body tensed up again, but they refused to look down. "Quiiiiiiet drawing time if they cannot sleep. Louuuuud drawing time with Sun." Lala felt a smile bend their lips. Moon's preference for the quiet drawing that happened during nap time was clear, even if they weren't the one out when the lights were on.

"Not allowwwwed to have drawings on the walls." Moon explained, and Lala's eyes darted to the closest wall. They could barely make out anything, but there were no outlines as far as they could tell. "Sooooo, keep the drawings here. Children not allowed behind the desk. The drawings are saaaaafe. Weeeee get to see them when the children are away." Lala greatly appreciated what Moon was doing to help take their mind off the pain, but each stab and knot of the stitches was unsettlingly high in their awareness.

"Wh-Who made your—hnnnnng—your favorite one?" They couldn't help the high whine that cut through their sentence, a shudder running through their body as another jab of the needle went through. Lala could feel their breaths coming in shallow pants, but they couldn't bring themself to take deeper inhales.

"Hmmmm, my faaaaavorite?" Moon repeated, voice thoughtful even as their optics stayed turned toward Lala's injury. Lala could just see the top of Moon's sleeping cap in the bottom of their vision, and they didn't dare drop their eyes any lower. If they caught sight of what Moon was doing… well, they wouldn't be awake for the rest of their stitches. "All of themmmm." Lala couldn't help chuckling a little, even if it squeaked out through grit teeth.

"That's… That's fair." They said, blinking rapidly to try and keep growing tears at bay. "Picking a, uh… picking a favorite is—" They squeaked, distracted enough to not expect the next jab. Their mouth watered, and their stomach churned queasily. Ooh, they wouldn't make it much longer.

"Only one morrrrre." Moon said. Lala nodded frantically, then clapped a hand over their mouth. That did not help with their queasiness. They breathed shakily through their nose, a tear finally escaping. Nausea pressed against the back of their throat at the final stab of the needle, and their head felt like it was filled with cotton. "Done." Lala let out a shaky breath, blinking a few times to clear the rest of the tears from their eyes.

The silence was heavy as they tried to take deep breaths to calm their roiling stomach and get through the throbbing pain of their stitched wound.

"You did welllll." Moon said. Their large hand came up and patted with infinite gentleness to pat Lala's head. Lala gave a watery chuckle, sniffling a little.

"Tha-Thanks." They muttered past their hand, cautious in lowering it just in case their nausea came back. When a few moments passed and they didn't throw up, Lala cautiously brought their gaze down to meet Moon's optics. "So uhhh… time to get back to—back to work?" Moon looked at them in silence before their face plate spun.

"Yessss." With that, they rose back to their feet, adopting their usual crouched posture. Lala smiled shakily, still taking deep breaths to handle the residual pain. In the gloom, they could just barely make out Moon extending their hand. They took it with a sigh of relief, and Moon led them back over to the door.

By the time Moon was pushing open the door to the daycare, Lala's pain had become manageable enough that walking wasn't torture. With some reluctance, they let go of Moon's hand and turned to give them a smile.

"Thank you again." They said tucking their still shaking hands behind their back. "I… I don't know what I would have done without you tonight." Moon's face plate spun once, twice, before they nodded slowly.

When Moon didn't respond beyond that, Lala took a deep breath.

"Well, I guess that means it's back to work." They patted their belt, checking that they had everything they needed for the rest of their shift. Maybe they would dig out the old first aid kit anyway, put a band-aid or some gauze over the stitched up wound when they got back to the main security station. When they confirmed they had everything, they looked back up at Moon and gave them one last smile. "I'll see you around, Moon." They gave as jaunty as a salute as they could manage before turning away.

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Moon watched as Eulalia Wrona walked into the dimness of the Pizza Plex, likely heading back to the main security station. She would need to perform the next round of security checks in 32 minutes and 28 seconds.

You're just going to let her go alone? Sun asked, a scolding tone in his voice. What if there's another intruder?? Moon shook their head, calling the tether that had followed them along the ceiling. It hooked into their port with a quiet click, and they were soon floating along the rafters.

From their better vantage point, they began following Eulalia Wrona as she walked on the ground.

Their tether didn't go all the way to the security office, but Moon just made sure to be extra quiet and discreet when they were forced to return to the ground. In the back of their mind, Sun cooed about how sweet it was that they were making sure Eulalia Wrona got back to her station safely.

In the small partition that Moon kept separate from Sun's processors, Moon admitted to themself that they would be keeping a closer eye on their night shift guard in the future.

Intruders in the Pizza Plex were rare, especially violent ones, but they never wanted to feel as helpless as they did when they realized that someone had trapped the security guard that had asked them for assistance.

They had lingered in the doorway to the sub-levels when Eulalia Wrona had descended, listening closely to her progress. When they only heard the sound of one door being tested, they had stepped into the stairwell and let the door silently close behind them.

Eulalia Wrona had never slacked in following the protocols, not once since she had been hired. Using their long limbs, they climbed up the narrow staircase walls to crouch closer to the ceiling, out of sight and away from any light that could shine through the thin door window.

Their caution was vindicated when Eulalia Wrona reappeared in the stairwell before protocol could have been completed, followed closely by someone who had a hand clamped over her mouth. Sun had screeched in their mind about the threat to an employee, but Moon had already been calculating when they could wrench the intruder away.

Sun wailed in their mind as, over and over and over, the calculations came back with an unacceptable margin of error for harming Eulalia Wrona in the process. Moon ignored his dramatics, focused more on keeping the calculations running. The second they could, they would deal with the intruder.

It still strained their control to watch Eulalia Wrona be led up the stairs. As the two passed under Moon, they noticed the glint of something held tightly to her back. Closer inspection revealed that it was a knife, and Sun's histrionics kicked up a notch. Moon's determination just grew, and they watched even more vigilantly as the hand over her mouth shifted to her throat.

And like Eulalia Wrona knew their intention, she shoved the door hard, screaming their name as she fled into the lobby. Moon wasted no time in falling on the intruder like an avenging angel, Sun's encouraging howls echoing in their mind.

It was satisfying to clamp their hand around the intruder's neck like his hand had been clamped around Eulalia Wrona's neck. If they squeezed a little harder than their standard protocols allowed… well, that was between them and Sun. They made sure to tie up the intruder tightly, making sure their hog-tie was as uncomfortable as they could make it while still following protocol.

The trust Eulalia Wrona showed them soothed Sun's vitriol in their mind. The way her eyes softened—she leaned into their presence—was unfamiliar but welcome.

Over and over, Eulalia Wrona showed that she trusted them, following their lead as they… bent the protocols a little to ensure her request of 'no hospital visit' could be accommodated. It sent Sun cooing in their mind, though Moon could admit that they were little better.

As Eulalia Wrona finally entered the main security office, Moon let their face plate twirl once, twice.

Safe and sound! Sun trilled. Moon nodded and turned to head back to the areas of the Pizza Plex that had their tether accessible. Now we just know that we'll have to keep a closer eye on her in the future. And they would.

No intruder would harm Eulalia Wrona as long as Moon was watching over her.

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Aaaaand scene!

If you got this far, holy cow, thanks?? What a kind human you are.

To get ahead of it, Moon is using she/her pronouns for Lala when we get their POV because I personally don't see Fazbear Entertainment being the kind of company that asks for and saves employee preferred pronouns. They're going on their best guess, since they've never had reason to come in contact with someone whose pronouns differed from their gender presentation. Or at least, never had their assumptions corrected at least.

If I wanted to continue this, I could see doing something about them actually hanging out. Like, Moon would hang around the main security office as much as they could, Lala would share their preferred name and pronouns with Moon, and maybe they would try to get Sun involved some?

And obviously, this would all be on the ticking clock of Vanessa's arrival. But that had my brain spinning down more angst pathways than I wanted to go, so I stopped at them all being friends.

In my AU, everyone lives/nobody dies, capiche?

(Also, please ignore any layout inconsistencies. The game maps hurt my brain, and I had already written a big chunk of this before I thought to check what floor the security office was on.)

#fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendent #fnaf dca #fnaf moon #dca moon #fnaf daycare fandom #machine writes #please please please be gentle #and ignore how awkward my descriptions of movement are #I'm recovering from being intensely inside my own head and making all my characters that way too

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