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Oh, Fazbear, help him. Oh stars, oh dear, oh night. When Moonmoon's fingers touch the first ray, he doesn't know how to react. There's a sharp burst of static and a whine of feedback from his voice box, and his fingers twitch at his sides as he feels the jester's fingers roam his velvety rays. "Ghkzzt--" is all he manages to get out, his eyes closing against the feeling. It's...better than anything he's ever felt. Ever. He huffs through his vents, his mouth snapping shut with a click, and just. Stands there. He's practically putty. All he can think about is how Moonmoon called him pretty, handsome, and liked his teeth, and is so careful with his rays, and... He nudges into the other's hands, a vibration building up in his chest and expanding outward. He doesn't know what it's called, but he knows that he does it when he's really comfy-? It's loud in his auditory sensors, and so is the roaring of his fans. Actually, to the outside ear, his purring and cooling process makes him sound like an old Dell laptop on its last legs. He's unaware of the small buzzes coming from his voice box, punctuated by little hums of enjoyment.

Moonmoon never left the void for one simple reason: he was scared.

Well, fuck him in particular, because he just so happened to have a high that made him feel so? Giddy? Despite being tired. He had taken a random spin of worlds that interested him, and, soon enough, the void had tore itself open and created a rift into a different universe.

Which led to now, as the jester skipped out of it, jingling, into a dark alleyway. He really hadn't thought this through, had he? The bells gave him away as he found himself in the shadows of tall buildings.

And. He uh, happened to be pushed out of his void tear near a... daycare attendant model?

He couldn't tell what was happening, really.

So, he did what any only-somewhat-self-preserving bot that liked these particular models would do: he went towards the daycare attendant animatronic, at least making out the shape of rays in his silhouette. Huh, how fun!

@goodnight-moonmoon

Ben didn't expect visitors. All he expected was finishing the dissection of this strange specimen and heading home. The soft jingle of bells made him pause, hands covered in blood and viscera. His head turned slowly, 180 degrees, and he fixed his lamplight-yellow eyes on the stranger. The stranger with no face. How interesting. He wondered what their insides looked like. All he did, though, was stare.

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All the nice words make his processors spin. His fans kick up to a higher setting, and he makes a low trilling sound in his throat. Someone help him; he doesn't know what to do about this. However, one thing does come clear to him: Moonmoon misunderstood his questioning. He was asking about their comment on him biting them. He considers something. Technically, he thinks, they did give me consent. It was technically an order, right? He. Refrains though. That doesn't stop him from running his tongue over the teeth that Moonmoon's just touched though...maybe his tongue accidentally brushes the jester's fingers. And then that hand reaches. And his fans cough. And then they ask if they can touch his rays. His precious, heightened sensory rays (he's not sure why they're heightened sensors, he just knows they are). "I. Uhm." Clearing_throat.mp3. "Yes. You may." He wants to add a 'please,' and he's not quite sure why.

Moonmoon never left the void for one simple reason: he was scared.

Well, fuck him in particular, because he just so happened to have a high that made him feel so? Giddy? Despite being tired. He had taken a random spin of worlds that interested him, and, soon enough, the void had tore itself open and created a rift into a different universe.

Which led to now, as the jester skipped out of it, jingling, into a dark alleyway. He really hadn't thought this through, had he? The bells gave him away as he found himself in the shadows of tall buildings.

And. He uh, happened to be pushed out of his void tear near a... daycare attendant model?

He couldn't tell what was happening, really.

So, he did what any only-somewhat-self-preserving bot that liked these particular models would do: he went towards the daycare attendant animatronic, at least making out the shape of rays in his silhouette. Huh, how fun!

@goodnight-moonmoon

Ben didn't expect visitors. All he expected was finishing the dissection of this strange specimen and heading home. The soft jingle of bells made him pause, hands covered in blood and viscera. His head turned slowly, 180 degrees, and he fixed his lamplight-yellow eyes on the stranger. The stranger with no face. How interesting. He wondered what their insides looked like. All he did, though, was stare.

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He likes how Moonmoon just. Listens to him. It makes him feel seen. Heard. Acknowledged. Somehow, until now, he hasn't realised just how much he's missed that in his...how many years has it been since activation? Two? Three? He's assuming three. When Moonmoon starts talking, he ends up listening avidly to him, letting his still-aloft hands drop to his sides as the jester's fingers press into his teeth. Deep down, it makes him want to close his mouth around Moonmoon's fingers. Hm. And then they start to compliment him. And he just. Blinks at them. Distantly, he hears his fans kick up. Him? Pretty? Handsome? He sure doesn't think so, and never has he been called such before! He's not sure what to do with himself. Does he just stand there, or does he thank Moonmoon? Well, he should definitely thank him, but- He can't speak. Just hums. And then. He's not sure how to react. Moonmoon wants him to bite his fingers? "Huh?" is all he musters, playing a clearing_throat.mp3. "What?"

Moonmoon never left the void for one simple reason: he was scared.

Well, fuck him in particular, because he just so happened to have a high that made him feel so? Giddy? Despite being tired. He had taken a random spin of worlds that interested him, and, soon enough, the void had tore itself open and created a rift into a different universe.

Which led to now, as the jester skipped out of it, jingling, into a dark alleyway. He really hadn't thought this through, had he? The bells gave him away as he found himself in the shadows of tall buildings.

And. He uh, happened to be pushed out of his void tear near a... daycare attendant model?

He couldn't tell what was happening, really.

So, he did what any only-somewhat-self-preserving bot that liked these particular models would do: he went towards the daycare attendant animatronic, at least making out the shape of rays in his silhouette. Huh, how fun!

@goodnight-moonmoon

Ben didn't expect visitors. All he expected was finishing the dissection of this strange specimen and heading home. The soft jingle of bells made him pause, hands covered in blood and viscera. His head turned slowly, 180 degrees, and he fixed his lamplight-yellow eyes on the stranger. The stranger with no face. How interesting. He wondered what their insides looked like. All he did, though, was stare.

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He can't help the happy little hum he makes when Moonmoon's hands cup his face. If he had a tail, it, too, would be wagging. He can't explain the feeling in his chassis. "Mm. Mhm, there were others. Technically, my model was made as a Parts and Services human replacement. Model 1, however, wasn't technologically advanced enough. Model 2 self-destructed, Model 3 killed the janitor, Model 4 disassembled Glamrock Freddy and left him on the table while he left to go disassemble the other Glamrocks, Model 5 gained a virus and just stopped working, and someone stole Model 6. When I was made, I was perfect...until I curiously consumed something not made for my system. They stopped bothering with me and left me to rot in the back room. And. I escaped." He closes his eyes for a second, remembering the dark of the room. The stench in it. The rats that scurried along. His eyes open again to focus on Moonmoon, and its fingers in his mouth. He doesn't understand why he enjoys this. "Technically, yes, it's what type of...animatronic I am. I don't have any affiliation with the Daycare Attendant, though I may look so. But I prefer to think of it as my last name. It's much more fitting that way."

Moonmoon never left the void for one simple reason: he was scared.

Well, fuck him in particular, because he just so happened to have a high that made him feel so? Giddy? Despite being tired. He had taken a random spin of worlds that interested him, and, soon enough, the void had tore itself open and created a rift into a different universe.

Which led to now, as the jester skipped out of it, jingling, into a dark alleyway. He really hadn't thought this through, had he? The bells gave him away as he found himself in the shadows of tall buildings.

And. He uh, happened to be pushed out of his void tear near a... daycare attendant model?

He couldn't tell what was happening, really.

So, he did what any only-somewhat-self-preserving bot that liked these particular models would do: he went towards the daycare attendant animatronic, at least making out the shape of rays in his silhouette. Huh, how fun!

@goodnight-moonmoon

Ben didn't expect visitors. All he expected was finishing the dissection of this strange specimen and heading home. The soft jingle of bells made him pause, hands covered in blood and viscera. His head turned slowly, 180 degrees, and he fixed his lamplight-yellow eyes on the stranger. The stranger with no face. How interesting. He wondered what their insides looked like. All he did, though, was stare.

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i would if i had my drawing tablet rn- I'm on a camping trip sighhsss

Drawing bases & pose references pt 72 🫶💖💖💖

3 extra valentines poses for patrons!

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Something about the gentle way that Moonmoon handles his mouth has him reeling. He. U. Uhhh. He shoves all of it aside as Moonmoon's tail wags. Is that a positive response to his words? Did he do good? He assumes he did well and is very pleased with himself. His voice is soft as he repeats Moonmoon's name. "Moonmoon?" He's upset at the loss of the jester's hands, sort of leaning for a split second to chase them down; he catches himself, though, and corrects himself before (he hopes) it's noticed. He's confused when Moonmoon says that he likes him, too. That's something that's never happened to him, either. How intriguing! He's forming relationships with others, finally! He doesn't know how to deal with that either, so he shoves it away as well. "My name is Ben. Technically, it's Model Seven, Benjamin Sunset, but. It's nice to meet you. Moonmoon."

Moonmoon never left the void for one simple reason: he was scared.

Well, fuck him in particular, because he just so happened to have a high that made him feel so? Giddy? Despite being tired. He had taken a random spin of worlds that interested him, and, soon enough, the void had tore itself open and created a rift into a different universe.

Which led to now, as the jester skipped out of it, jingling, into a dark alleyway. He really hadn't thought this through, had he? The bells gave him away as he found himself in the shadows of tall buildings.

And. He uh, happened to be pushed out of his void tear near a... daycare attendant model?

He couldn't tell what was happening, really.

So, he did what any only-somewhat-self-preserving bot that liked these particular models would do: he went towards the daycare attendant animatronic, at least making out the shape of rays in his silhouette. Huh, how fun!

@goodnight-moonmoon

Ben didn't expect visitors. All he expected was finishing the dissection of this strange specimen and heading home. The soft jingle of bells made him pause, hands covered in blood and viscera. His head turned slowly, 180 degrees, and he fixed his lamplight-yellow eyes on the stranger. The stranger with no face. How interesting. He wondered what their insides looked like. All he did, though, was stare.

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"I do." He replies to the first...statement? with his mouth slowly just. opening. Not moving with his words. But. He watches Moonmoon's behaviour carefully. When they reach for his face, he stills. Hands, reaching for his face, holding his face in cupped hands like it's a prize. He. He nearly melts into the touch. But he doesn't. That's a faulty response to this, he realises, and just lets Moonmoon do what he's doing while he internally battles himself. And then he realises that the jester is reaching for his teeth. And then the jester is touching his teeth. And. He. Sort of short circuits for a second. What does he do here!? He doesn't know how to respond! Mayday! The other's voice interrupts his...whatever he's going to call that. The soft question lingers in the air for a second as he tries to think of first, what Moonmoon even means by the question and second, how to respond. Because yes, he believes he does like this bot. Quite a bit. Much more than any other specimen he's worked with or even met. "Yes," he says softly. "I think I do. I mean. I haven't had this feeling before in my chassis. So. I think I like you. You're interesting, little dove."

Moonmoon never left the void for one simple reason: he was scared.

Well, fuck him in particular, because he just so happened to have a high that made him feel so? Giddy? Despite being tired. He had taken a random spin of worlds that interested him, and, soon enough, the void had tore itself open and created a rift into a different universe.

Which led to now, as the jester skipped out of it, jingling, into a dark alleyway. He really hadn't thought this through, had he? The bells gave him away as he found himself in the shadows of tall buildings.

And. He uh, happened to be pushed out of his void tear near a... daycare attendant model?

He couldn't tell what was happening, really.

So, he did what any only-somewhat-self-preserving bot that liked these particular models would do: he went towards the daycare attendant animatronic, at least making out the shape of rays in his silhouette. Huh, how fun!

@goodnight-moonmoon

Ben didn't expect visitors. All he expected was finishing the dissection of this strange specimen and heading home. The soft jingle of bells made him pause, hands covered in blood and viscera. His head turned slowly, 180 degrees, and he fixed his lamplight-yellow eyes on the stranger. The stranger with no face. How interesting. He wondered what their insides looked like. All he did, though, was stare.

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The panting doesn't go unnoticed, nor does the hand flapping, but he's too focused on the yelp that sends something akin to an electric shock through his entire being. What does this feeling mean? "I like it," he states simply, tracing the silky material lightly this time. Just the barest touch of the pads of his fingers. His eyes bore into where he assumes Moonmoon's are. "I don't know why. It's a nice sound. Usually, others scream when I touch their lungs...if they're even still conscious. You, though. You. Mm." His grin stretches, and he slightly parts his teeth. Not too much. Just enough to make the individual razors visible. He glances toward the bag he'd set down not too long ago--the bag that holds his harvested raccoon organs from earlier. He's suddenly so hungry.

Moonmoon never left the void for one simple reason: he was scared.

Well, fuck him in particular, because he just so happened to have a high that made him feel so? Giddy? Despite being tired. He had taken a random spin of worlds that interested him, and, soon enough, the void had tore itself open and created a rift into a different universe.

Which led to now, as the jester skipped out of it, jingling, into a dark alleyway. He really hadn't thought this through, had he? The bells gave him away as he found himself in the shadows of tall buildings.

And. He uh, happened to be pushed out of his void tear near a... daycare attendant model?

He couldn't tell what was happening, really.

So, he did what any only-somewhat-self-preserving bot that liked these particular models would do: he went towards the daycare attendant animatronic, at least making out the shape of rays in his silhouette. Huh, how fun!

@goodnight-moonmoon

Ben didn't expect visitors. All he expected was finishing the dissection of this strange specimen and heading home. The soft jingle of bells made him pause, hands covered in blood and viscera. His head turned slowly, 180 degrees, and he fixed his lamplight-yellow eyes on the stranger. The stranger with no face. How interesting. He wondered what their insides looked like. All he did, though, was stare.

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He feels like he's dipping a toe--so to speak--into territory he's never been in before. He's never heard a vocal reaction like that to his curious pokings at organs before; everything up to this point has been screams or silence. The noise sends his processors reeling for a split second. He's not sure how to react, other than to listen when Moonmoon speaks. Oh, so that's how he works? Ouh. He doesn't need to have an explanation; he puts together a feeble hypothesis that it's something magic-related. But. When Moonmoon finishes speaking, he sits there for a second, contemplating. Should he inquire about the noise Moonmoon had uttered, or should he just...tease it out of the bot again? He has to say he quite liked it. More than a scream. It made his head buzz for a second. And. His wires felt funny. Mm. He poked at the exposed organ again, simultaneously glancing up at Moonmoon's "face." "What is that peculiar noise you made before."

Moonmoon never left the void for one simple reason: he was scared.

Well, fuck him in particular, because he just so happened to have a high that made him feel so? Giddy? Despite being tired. He had taken a random spin of worlds that interested him, and, soon enough, the void had tore itself open and created a rift into a different universe.

Which led to now, as the jester skipped out of it, jingling, into a dark alleyway. He really hadn't thought this through, had he? The bells gave him away as he found himself in the shadows of tall buildings.

And. He uh, happened to be pushed out of his void tear near a... daycare attendant model?

He couldn't tell what was happening, really.

So, he did what any only-somewhat-self-preserving bot that liked these particular models would do: he went towards the daycare attendant animatronic, at least making out the shape of rays in his silhouette. Huh, how fun!

@goodnight-moonmoon

Ben didn't expect visitors. All he expected was finishing the dissection of this strange specimen and heading home. The soft jingle of bells made him pause, hands covered in blood and viscera. His head turned slowly, 180 degrees, and he fixed his lamplight-yellow eyes on the stranger. The stranger with no face. How interesting. He wondered what their insides looked like. All he did, though, was stare.

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At least we didn’t leave our not wife alone for a long ass time.

"First off, she IS my wife. I don't care what you fat fucks say about 'animatronic marriage isn't legal' and all that shit; she's my wife. Secondly, y'all clearly haven't been locked the fuck in, I've been there the whole damn time?" Okay. He's pissed.

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So I'm sobbing. This fucking anime has the saddest fucking OSTs.

IM DYING INSIDE. I HAAVE TEARS ROLLING DOWN MY FACE.

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Ben knows deep down that he probably shouldn't, but...gods. He gently presses his index finger to Moonmoon's ribs, tracing the curve of the "bone." He knows it's not actually bone, but. Hhhh. And maybe his mouth is watering as he sheathes his claws to prod--oh, so carefully--at the lungs. He doesn't notice it, of course, because he's focusing so hard on being cautious with Moonmoon's insides. He can't be as rough as he wants to. This is still an alive specimen. He can't damage anything. "Your insides are so pretty," he nearly whines, his voice box straining to work under the stress of his emotions. Ah, emotions. Such complicated things. "So pretty. So interesting. So...intriguing. I..." He's not sure what to say. "Did. Did you...did you make them?"

Moonmoon never left the void for one simple reason: he was scared.

Well, fuck him in particular, because he just so happened to have a high that made him feel so? Giddy? Despite being tired. He had taken a random spin of worlds that interested him, and, soon enough, the void had tore itself open and created a rift into a different universe.

Which led to now, as the jester skipped out of it, jingling, into a dark alleyway. He really hadn't thought this through, had he? The bells gave him away as he found himself in the shadows of tall buildings.

And. He uh, happened to be pushed out of his void tear near a... daycare attendant model?

He couldn't tell what was happening, really.

So, he did what any only-somewhat-self-preserving bot that liked these particular models would do: he went towards the daycare attendant animatronic, at least making out the shape of rays in his silhouette. Huh, how fun!

@goodnight-moonmoon

Ben didn't expect visitors. All he expected was finishing the dissection of this strange specimen and heading home. The soft jingle of bells made him pause, hands covered in blood and viscera. His head turned slowly, 180 degrees, and he fixed his lamplight-yellow eyes on the stranger. The stranger with no face. How interesting. He wondered what their insides looked like. All he did, though, was stare.

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Ben stares. He fucking ogles. He eyes Moonmoon's insides so hard it almost makes a sound. G. Gods. He. His hands hover in midair, nothing to occupy them. But. Wough. Uh. Insides. "I. You. Chest open." He states plainly, clearly distracted. He easily went from 'intrigued and smirky' to 'eyes wide and fingers twitching, itching to bury themselves in his insides.' "Just...look at those schematics," he murmurs, staring at the artificial lungs, the ribs, the fucking heart. He's enthralled. He has no more thoughts, just insides. "Please. Can I..." Tangle my fingers in your organs and take you apart piece by piece? "Can I...uh. Feel. Gently, of course." He won't actually do anything destructive without permission.

Moonmoon never left the void for one simple reason: he was scared.

Well, fuck him in particular, because he just so happened to have a high that made him feel so? Giddy? Despite being tired. He had taken a random spin of worlds that interested him, and, soon enough, the void had tore itself open and created a rift into a different universe.

Which led to now, as the jester skipped out of it, jingling, into a dark alleyway. He really hadn't thought this through, had he? The bells gave him away as he found himself in the shadows of tall buildings.

And. He uh, happened to be pushed out of his void tear near a... daycare attendant model?

He couldn't tell what was happening, really.

So, he did what any only-somewhat-self-preserving bot that liked these particular models would do: he went towards the daycare attendant animatronic, at least making out the shape of rays in his silhouette. Huh, how fun!

@goodnight-moonmoon

Ben didn't expect visitors. All he expected was finishing the dissection of this strange specimen and heading home. The soft jingle of bells made him pause, hands covered in blood and viscera. His head turned slowly, 180 degrees, and he fixed his lamplight-yellow eyes on the stranger. The stranger with no face. How interesting. He wondered what their insides looked like. All he did, though, was stare.

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if chapter 4 did anything its that it reminded me how zooted she is for the lizard

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using tumblr to rp with myself on different blogs is such an ingenious idea to help lorebuilding.

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I love how their rays like. Kinda represent how dangerous they can be. Like Eclipse is pointy because he's. Well. A reformed villain, but still dangerous. And then like. Sun is capable of harm, so he's like. Next pointy. And then Solar just being the most rounded out because he's pretty mellow and down-to-earth, but could be threatening if needed. (I'm like. Just speculating. I'm not actually saying that's what that means. In fact, I am willing to accept if I'm wrong, lol)

Lol please do not percieve me, i have nothing else to do rn FJKDFKJDHFK

A Happy Father’s Day to the three dads! Just Sun reading a book to Dazzle, Solar chilling while Jacks’ napping, and Eclipse watching a movie on a laptop with his many kids! (I know that Charlie isn’t technically Eclipse’s daughter, but he grounded her that one time so to me he is her unofficial co-parent)

I don’t own any of these characters

All Fnaf characters belong to Scott Cawthon and Steel Wool Studios

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me when i f ukcing . summer