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HELLOW MY SOUR BERRIES!! New AU sneak peek. So you know what to do ladies, simp.

@weirdenbyferret this is the AU I was talking to you about some time ago. I believe you will find interest in this too @helpmeimawkwardbutfun @mr-munchies @rosescarletful @lec743 @luckyyyduckyyy @baconlyswiss (I remember mentioning this in the server with you bacon :).)

I will be revealing more about this idea soon, and yes, I already have the first chapter written down fully and I’m scheming my way into the second chapter, however, I’m beating myself up about it because I MUST get the other three stories done beforehand or else I will never finish :3.

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Welcome to EL ASTRO HOTEL! Join us in our remote mountainside lodge hidden just behind the trees along the forest path. Serving all the amenities a 20th century citizen could need, our services are available 24/7, day and night! So please don't hesitate to pay us a visit. It will certainly be a stay to remember.

other refs and initial concept doodles under the cut---

The y/n's ref sheet, and some concept sketches that honestly started the AU as a joke :')

hotel plans that will be reworked at some point but they still give the vibe :D

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Quality Time with Sunny

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Angry at all the things, angry at all the things I can't change. When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe, don't lose faith. My mother says, "Your whole life's in the hand of God."

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Shorelocked

🐟🐟Midnight's DCA MerMay Day 3🐟🐟

guhhh sorry for the incredible delay, i had finals, my monthly, and then got sick back to back weeks. I am well now (and have many writings to share) will be releasing two a day as I get caught up. For now, please enjoy ^^

Prompt: It's almost fish month!!! For this lovely month of mermay: yn finds canon eclipse (strange fish with two personalities? Just one guy?) washed up on the beach near their house. Poor clip is injured, so they nurse him back to health and get closer in the process. I request a fish kiss. And snuggling (tempest can't survive without fish snuggles)

DCFPU prompt used: Pair

Word Count: 2387

Story will be posted to ao3 soon!

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The wind blows harshly right as you open the door to your car. You squint against it, having to fight to get it shut and locked. Staring up at the grey sky, you see the clouds are rolling through quickly, another storm must be on its way. 

You look out to the sea, watching the waves crash angrily into the shore, the sound louder than usual and reaching you easily from hundreds of yards away. Bits of sand blow past and graze the skin of your ankles, reminding you the best place for you now would be inside your home. Cozy and content while the weather outside takes a turn for the worse. If that was even possible. 

You're taking one last scanning look out to the sea when you spy it, or rather him, as you'd come to quickly find out. A large, dull-colored mass lying on the shore, waves rippling around it. At first you think it’s  just a large clump of seaweed but looking closer you can see the fish tail which floats in the water behind the rest of the mass. 

It's... some sort of sea creature but certainly not one you're familiar with. You start to walk down the beach, pulled towards it by something within you. From here you can see jagged fins are across its back, a splattering of reds and oranges and deep blues cover the body. 

The human-like proportions of the head and neck are just as shocking as the arms which are sprawled out beneath it. It seems to be dead, completely motionless. Until, right when you're but a few mere yards away, you see its chest rise and fall into the wet sand. 

It's face down, the smattering of fins around half its head covering any features that may lie beneath. You're afraid to get closer, but upon seeing the large gashes in its side, and the rips in its tail, the physician in you kicks in. Especially given how slow the creature's breathing truly is. 

A boom of thunder erupts above you and you look to the ever-blackening sky. Back down the sand. You'll need to be quick. Both for the sake of getting out of the storm, and saving this thing's life. 

You hurry back up to your home, to the garage you'd long ago converted into a cluttered mess of an emergency clinic. To your credit, sometimes it was just safer to treat anything that washed up here before attempting to move them to the sanctuary. Though you'll admit it could be a lot more organized than it was in that moment. 

You scan and find the stretcher you use for larger mammals like seals or dolphins, hoping it'll be big enough for what was lying on the shore. As you hurry back you find it harder and harder to deny how the fishy being looks strikingly like the mermaids you'd heard about in stories as a kid. And given you have no other reference for what it could be, calling it a mer was the best you could manage from the time being. 

It's still breathing as you make it back, sprinklings of rain beginning to fall lightly onto your hands and hair. You roll up your sleeves, cursing yourself for not grabbing a pair of gloves to get a better grip but deciding there's no time for it. You take a deep breath and reach a hand out to touch the mer's head. No response. Not good. 

You need to pick up the pace. So, hoping that the spines along its forearms aren't poisonous, you take hold of its wrist and start to tug it onto the stretcher. It's not easy work, and neither will be trying to drag it up the beach to your garage. But if you can haul a juvenile walrus up that expanse of sand, surely you could drag this guy. 

By the time you make it to your garage it's pouring down rain in sheets. You struggle, but heave a few more faithful steps, stopping just before the in-ground pool that takes up a full corner of the space. Your arms relax, feeling strained, but you turn around, finally able to get a better look at the sea creature's injuries—

Only to come face to clawed hand with it. You choke as said hand snatches hold of your throat, gripping tightly. You feel something begin to drip down your neck and chest. Your own blood, you quickly realize. 

You grab at the hand with your own, unable to get a hold on it due to your panic. Failing about a bit in your efforts to escape. In doing so, you look down to the mer that's now sitting up, seeing the glare on his features. You plead with your own eyes for him to stop, and it must do something as he suddenly snaps out of it, releasing you. 

You gasp, nearly falling to the floor as you cough, holding your bleeding throat. 

"Sorry, sorry, friend." You hear, looking up shocked to find that he's speaking. "But too close. Far too close. Should stay back. Unless you want to be hurt, hurt, hurt."

You put your free hand up, backing away. "Okay okay, loud and c-clear." You cough and look around for a cloth to put to your neck. 

You don't want to turn your back to him, considering what just happened, but you don't think he can move beyond the stretcher. You took note of the pain in his eyes while he held you. He likely doesn't have much more strength beyond that. Unless you give him a reason to. 

As you're searching, he continues. Strained. Cautious. But you can tell he is still trying to be intimidating. "I won't be going down without a fight, you know. Really you should consider saving yourself the trouble, Star."

"Well considering I have no– no intention of hurting you,"—You snatch up a towel lying on your workbench and press it to your wounds—"Then we shouldn't have any trouble at all." 

A scoff, you turn around to see that despite being essentially trapped, he's in a defensive position. Hackles raised, so to say. You take note that fins now surround his entire head, and realize that before half of them had been flattened down. 

You keep your distance, you don't want to make things worse after all. You lean back against the workbench, hand still pressed to your neck. It didn't feel too deep, though you'll likely be a bit sore you're guessing. 

"Why should I believe you? No reason to trust, trust, trust."

You shrug. "Maybe not, but you're kind of stuck with me for the time being. So, if you give me a chance, I'll prove it to you that I'm only trying to help." You lift the towel from your neck, seeing it's covered in small splotches of blood, you'll live. "You've already shown you can... dispose of me if you want to. Therefore if I'm lying you'd be able to do something about it."

The mer stares at you, you stare back. You turn around and start collecting up supplies. 

"Fine. One chance, friend." 

You face him again, bundles of medical supplies in your arms. "One is all I need."

You approach slowly, relaxed, you don't want to escalate things. Soon enough, you're kneeling beside him, examining each jagged mark with care. You'd ask what happened, but something tells you you're unlikely to get an answer. 

Each injury you come across sends another knot of concern into your stomach, but you keep outwardly calm. He's still lucid, still watching you closely, meaning the wounds shouldn't be life-threatening with the proper care. Inspection over, you set to work. 

Trying to ease the tension—and perhaps both your nerves—you explain each step of the process gently and in detail. Still defensive, you do notice the curious tilt to his head as you speak and work. 

At some point he questions you outright. 

"You're quite knowledgeable with all this aren't you?" 

You glance up from dabbing antibiotics on the tears in his orange tail fins. "I, yeah. It's what I do for a living."

"Heal others?" He questions. 

You shrug. "Animals usually, not people. Though I guess you're somewhere in between for my training." You sit back, nodding once. "Okay, you can ease into the water now, but try to keep this elevated until it soaks in a bit—"

As you speak, the power cuts, plunging you into darkness. Just as the mer—who, you don't even know the name of—is slipping into the pool. You hear a loud splash and worry the suddenness spooked him and he slipped. 

You hurriedly crawl over to the pool, scrambling for your phone flashlight, turning it on and looking up—

And finding two bright red eyes looking over at you. 

The mer's eyes were white, last you'd checked. 

The bright light causes him to hiss and flinch away, ducking under the water. Surprised yourself, you scramble back and away on your hands and feet. 

After a moment, he resurfaces. And maybe it's your eyes taking time to adjust but he looks... different to you. 

Fins flattened against his head, twisted together at the back of his head, almost forming a cap-like shape. However the more interesting change is how his colors have flipped completely. No longer a smattering of oranges and yellows, now white and blue all over. His face—originally two contrasting shades of yellow—now half white and half blue itself. 

He chuckles then, head tilting. "What's the matter, little star? Scared of the dark?"

Even his voice was different, gravely, a different pitch. It clicks to you near instantly. 

Not just one mer, a pair. 

In one body. 

How incredibly interesting.

"No, not exactly." You sit forward. Closer, curious. "Your coloring, is it a type of bioluminescence? Camouflage?" 

A slight narrow to his eyes that then disappears, replaced by cheekiness. Though it borderlined mockery if you were being honest. "Usually the first question is 'how can there be two of you?'"

"Would you answer truthfully if I asked?" You find yourself more interested than scared in that moment. Not intimidated by the mer at this point. 

Clawed fingers trace a pattern on the surface of the water. "The answer is that there isn't, two sides of the same shell. But the same shell nonetheless."

"And does the shell have a name?" You muse. 

A sharp-toothed grin. "Eclipse."

As the weeks go by, day by day, Eclipse would sometimes ask you to call them different names, depending on the time of day. Sun in the day, Moon at night. That was only after you truly got to know them, however. Both sides, and as a whole. 

It took quite a while as well. Just earning their trust in general did. You have the scratches and bites to prove it. You had meant it when you said you had no intention of harming them. But it wasn't until several close calls and bandages later that they started believing it. 

A slow, steady process. You could see it in how their gaze would shift, from condescending or wary to just suspicious to then curious, interested. How when you treated their wounds they flinched away less and less. One might even argue they started leaning into it, though that may have just been your imagination. 

The two halves each held a unique perspective towards you, you'd noticed. You could hold witty banter with the Sun, conversations long and debating and ever the more enjoyable for it. The Moon was teasing, always trying to up the game in some way. You were happy to return the friendly fire as a response. 

Gradually, bit by bit, day by day and night by night, things shifted. No longer was there an air of hostile caution present when you entered the garage. Instead, it morphed from a general amicability, to fully—somehow—affectionate. Rather rapidly as well. 

You suppose that's how you find yourself in this situation now.

You shift slightly and find the tail your legs are intertwined with curls around you tighter. Though the humidity of the day is unbearable, you find yourself to be at the perfect temperature. The mer holding you is the right level of cool, soothing any potential heat that you may have otherwise been suffering through. 

Your eyes drift open and closed, in a state of not quite awake though not asleep either. You feel incredibly lazy, but in the best way possible. You have no worries, no tasks that need done, as long as you didn't get an emergency call from the sanctuary, you could stay like this the rest of the day. 

Though, you think you wouldn't be allowed to do anything besides that either. 

Their head is buried into your neck, as content as you. A specific state of in-between you'd noticed. Not quite one side or the other. Their colors a blend, same with their eyes. Similar to how they'd appeared when they first washed up on shore. This time it was intentional you think. 

You told them you wouldn't mind sitting in the pool—the garage floor couldn't be comfortable—but they hadn't minded. They felt well enough to be able to tolerate it, they'd said. Which, at this point, was the elephant in the room. Neither of you had been able to breach it though.

Until now, that is.

"Your wounds are almost healed." You mumble into the relative quiet. 

"Mmm."

You sigh, sitting a bit more upright. "You shouldn't stay here longer than you have to."

"Mmhmm." Irritated now. 

You reach a hand up to his face, pushing gently so to create space that he has to look at you. "You don't have to go away. Come and visit me, won't you?"

He leans into your palm, then turns to press a kiss to it, trailing down until he meets you eye to eye. He pauses, eyes locked on yours. The gap between you closes, lips melding together for a short, but tender moment. 

Despite the sharp points of his teeth, the smile he wears is anything but. "Who's saying that I'll leave?"

You grin yourself, pressing forward for another kiss. And maybe another few will follow after that. 

There's certainly worse ways to spend the afternoon.

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Thank you for the lovely request @rosescarletful, as you know I enjoyed the concept of two personality fish very much :D Would love to do more with them sometime ^^

As I said will be getting caught up again slowly (I will win I WILL WIN I MUST-) be on the lookout for another post later tonight, thanks for reading!

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Chapter 4 | What They Were Not Made For [NMF] Snippet CW :: Obsessive Behavior

[[//ˢʰᵃʳᵉ_ᶠᵉᵉᵈ⁽"ᶜᵃᵐᵉʳᵃ_⁰⁷", ᶠʳᵒᵐ="ᴹᵒᵒⁿ.ᵉˣᵉ", ᵗᵒ="ˢᵘⁿ.ᵉˣᵉ"]] // ⱽᶦˢᵘᵃˡ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐ ˡᶦⁿᵏᵉᵈ... ᴶᵒᶦⁿᵗ ᵒᵇˢᵉʳᵛᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵃᶜᵗᶦᵛᵉ.

'Oh, how adorable!' Sun purred through their tether, the sound cloaked in an outward burst of laughter as he spun pirouettes in the middle of the Daycare.

Children clapped at his flourish, oblivious to the razor-wire tension veiled beneath his static smile.

There was no alert from the central system. No maintenance ping and no flagged diagnostics.

You hadn't tripped a single alarm.

That made you p̷͈̿ẽ̵͇r̷̢͒f̸̹̎e̸͍͝c̴̞̄ṭ̶͐. Sun could hardly stand it.

[[//ʳᵉʳᵒᵘᵗᵉ_ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ⁽"ˢᵘⁿ.ᵉˣᵉ", ᵗᵃˢᵏ="ᶠᵃᵛᵒʳᶦᵗᵉᶜᵒˡᵒʳ_ᴿᵉᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ"]] // ᴬˡˡᵒᶜᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ʳᵉᶜᵃˡˡ ᵇᵘᶠᶠᵉʳ... ¹⁴ ᵉⁿᵗʳᶦᵉˢ ᵈᵉᵗᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ...]

To ease the static crawling across his core, Sun redirected himself to memory, a calming and straightforward task. Color preferences for his little friends...

Replaying each of their squeaky voices across various time signatures:

"Blue!" "Green!" "Sparkles!" Familiar. Repetitive. Safe.

Because watching you shake on camera... just outside the Parts and Services door, your shoulders trembling slightly beyond frame as you tried to collect yourself…

That wasn't safe. That was dangerous. And Sun only wanted to see more.

Predictable little creature, and still, Moon was already mapping you. Tracking each smile and flinch, he was building your shape from patterns, an algorithm of reactions to be used, to trap.  Sooner or later, your whole self would be known.

But if that failed? Sun had alternatives.

He always did.

A few tight rules, yes. A few ribbon-tied days, maybe. A little structure never killed anyone; Sun had tested it many times before. In time, you would stop thinking about whatever life existed outside the Daycare. You wouldn't need it. 

Not with them. [AO3 Link_HERE] For the full chapter/ Story. //// “Never open the door to a lesser evil, for other and greater ones invariably slink in after it.” ― Baltasar Gracian ///

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Thinking ab 28 day/weeks/years later

28 days off; an off, rage virus/zombie au

Lil fic under the cut

Ship: batter x player 1 and 2

Content warnings: blood, gore, mentions of cheonic sickness, and minor obsession ::D

Summary/preface: It took 28 weeks for britain to fall once the us army of NATO allowed refugees back into britain.

28 hours later, the first news bulletin stated the rage virus spread to mainland europe, and then the world. The batter vows to protect his player no matter what.

He couldn't stand to see his puppeteer suffer, the thought of him losing his partner pained the puppet to see. To hear them speak to one another, "if they don't get me, my immune system will, i can't live like this. The pain is unbearable." Both so defenseless. So many years keeping them happy just to lose them to a virus? No. It can't happen like this. Not now. Like a bad dream.

To his surprise, they opened the game, presumably to see him one more time before their laptop would lose power for good. To feel their strings one more time, bliss, but their bliss was cut short with a loud crash; a burst of glass shattering as infected found their way into yb and shroom's home. They stumble through the main room, quick, loud, destructive. In a singular moment, Batter felt himself panic for the first time. Shelves fall with loud thuds, pictures break in the shamble through the halls. Shroom screams when they pounded against the door, it didn't seem it would hold too long as the door began to splinter. 'No. no...no!' batter felt the air escape him as shroom touched the keyboard full of fear.

he blanked out. In A bright flash of light, he felt himself between yb and an infected, bat in both hands, just barely pushing the monster away from his beloved player. Another moment, he begins to finally focus hard. Alpha, omega, and epsilon materialize at his side, he kicks into full gear fully shoving the infected off of him and into the wall. Another enters, letting out an alerted gargle as it spits what seemed like cup fulls of blood at him. "demonic child, You will rest for eternity before you come between us and our sacred mission, you will be set FREE!"

Holy as light, the fury of his swing lands wholly, splattering the infected's head into spray on the wall. Alpha surges into action, supported by epsilon's baroque drama, making a fountain of the first infected that dared enter their space. 3 more infected come, screeching their arrival and batter swings again 'furious home run', a critical hit lands sending one's head flying, blood pouring all across the carpet and sputtering out of their throat. Distracted with one already, the second infected throws itself at the baseball player taking him off guard. reinforced by epsilon's baroque drama, omega surged forward using his photographic blur before it could truly sink its teeth into the purifier.

Yb could only cover himself and cower behind the man, cradling the laptop as near showers of infected blood fly over the both of them. A furious crack rings out above him as batter lands a hit on the 3rd infected. Seemingly the instant the event happened, shroom was gone, yb choked out a sob, holding his throat tight with one hand. Looking in all directions, under the bed, to the open closet, they were gone. "Gone, GONE???? "WHERE ARE YOU!?!!?! SHROOM??!!!" He screams

The last of the infected was reduced to a mere pile of meat as batter took his rage out on it. ensuring of its demise, he turned to yb. covered head to toe in the flesh and blood of the monsters, he bent down to hold the frightened man. Alpha, omega, and epsilon positioned themselves near the door on standby for more infected that would inevitably come

"vaer safe, yb. No more tears." He wiped a filthy hand on his no longer pristine white jersey, and then wiped a spec of blood away from the much shorter's eyebags. "Look. In the game." He spoke up, pointing out the status of their player 2. And the puppeteer was astonished, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Shrooms closed eyes and smile filled the place of his batter, class: restorator, status: pure. How did this happen? As it comforted him, it filled him with dread. "It.. the lap- my laptop doesn't have much power??? What are we going to do? I'm still going to lose them-" yb stuttered until the words came out no longer. batter placed a hand on his back, coaxing him back into his arms, "we will find a way to charge it again. There is always a way."

after about a minute, Yb jolted in his arms once more. Slipping out of the purifier's grip, he knelt to the laptop, he moved to the save point in game and closed OFF. After fiddling with the computer a bit, he released the usb drive from the laptop and fixed onto his necklace.

"there... Safe and sound just like i kept you all these years." Yb let out a sigh of relief, cupping the usb close to his heart.

The batter caught himself with a smile creeping onto his face. It felt nice to see him caress the usb as he did when it was him. He didn't feel himself moving forward until he was holding the player once more.

'i promise to you, we will see them again. Vae will not remain there forever, i promise i will do anything to keep the both of you safe, by any means necessary. Even if it means i'll be ripped apart. No pain is too great.' what he thought to himself remained in his mind, a promise to keep, but let himself speak after he felt he was silent too long for yb's comfort.

"we will rid the world of this virus, this is our mission." Batter places a hand on yb's shoulder, other hand cupping his chin to look him in the eyes. "This is our sacred mission. We will eliminate all spectres and free this world. Together." The puppeteer's eyes widened, full of fear, "promise me you will stay by my side." a tear creeps the corner of the player's eye, silent. "please. I won't be able to do this without you. Even now, your light guides my steps and my faith in you renders me strong. We will succeed-" in a fit of passion, yb finally speaks, cutting him off, "-i love you. I- i wont leave you. Never. Not of my own will. "

Batter cant help but let the soft expression escape his mind to show on his face, he brings yb in closer, hugging him tighter than before. He whispers to the shorter man, "we will put an end to this, and the darkness will be no more."

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TEHE is right! Thats absolutely dragon clip holding the princess!! He'd also scruff her too just because.

The dragon's favorite treasure

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say goodbye . . . ☆

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We're the Same, You and I

@nightriverart slides this into your inbox. Please excuse the delay, I got such bad writers block in May. I hope me going insane on this makes up for it <3.

Prompt: Ohh I have one! 🤩 Could you perhaps do a DCA x Reader one where the DCA is a Yandere? Preferably romantic but that and whether it’s Sun, Moon or both is up to you.

As always, my requests are still open!

wc: 2,896

cw: yandere, death, obsessive love

Disclaimer: I do not condone or romanticize a yandere relationship. This is just fun to think about.

Enjoy!

"So, how'd you do it?" You look up from your tea to your coworker, scarfing down his lunch. Crumbs drip out of his mouth while he speaks, but he's done this often enough you decide to ignore it. "Get the attendant down to PNS. We used to have to sneak up on them and shut them down." You raise a brow.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" You've had this conversation so many times, but still have a hard time believing it. "I literally just ask them. I go 'hey, Sun, it's been almost a month since you went down' and he follows me. What, were you guys dragging him?" They don't drag the glamrocks, but a lot of the human staff here treat the attendant strangely. Like he isn't as sophisticated as the rest of the animatronics.

"No, Faz would have our heads. Neither of them would go!" He throws his hands up, before stuffing his face with more food. Ew. "Anyways, chief told me to tell you that you're their designated mechanic now. We don't want to deal with it." You can't say you're surprised. It's not like anyone worked on them other than you, anyway.

"Sounds good." You stab your fork into your lunch, wondering how Sun and Moon would react. They do seem to like you, but would they be annoyed that it's just you? You're not the best mechanic in the world, if you're being honest with yourself. They probably just follow you because you're nicer.

"Come on, move your face a little. Do you like them? Mad about it?" Yes yes, you're a bit stone faced. Emoting is not your strong suit.

"It's fine. I don't mind working on them." He scoffs, but his watch rings, so you are left in silence.

How do you feel about it? You do like them, Moon with his silly playfulness and Sun's exuberance. At the very least, they do talk to you a lot. But they probably talk to everyone like that.

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"So!" When all the kids have been picked up, you work on Sun, methodically fixing joints and cleaning toddler germs off of him while he sits. He moves where you push him, flattening his rays while you scrub his face plate. "I heard you're our main mechanic?"

You purse your lips. He's probably annoyed.

"Yes, I'll try my best. Let me know if I do anything you don't like, or different than the other mechanics." He inhales in his voice box, hovering his hands to mime gasping in shock.

"Nonsense! You're the only one that does it right anyways." You find that hard to believe, but maybe this is another joke you're missing. You're not that good at them. You scrub hard at a particularly sticky spot on his cheek, mulling it over.

"Right, after I cross your wires wrong." Maybe 'right' in this situation refers to how many times you needed to be corrected?

He catches your hand. You look down in confusion, watching him spread your fingers out and lace your hands together. Sun's long fingers drape over your hand, covering it.

"No, you don't. We'd rather have you." The words are uncharacteristically serious, staring into your eyes. "And that's not a joke, starshine!" The old exuberance is back, rays swinging in a pendulum. "You only cross our wires in the good way!"

You huff. Well, at least he's not mad about it. You pass the rag to your other hand to resume scrubbing, leaving your hand clasped in his. He's humming happily, so whats the harm? They probably hardly ever get real interaction other than children, and he's warm.

"Scooch." You tap Sun's legs with your foot, stepping inside the circle of his legs when he moves them. Crouching in front of him, you get your scraper and start working at the stickers. A few of them are too stubborn, but Sun squeezes tighter when you pull your hand. "Can I have my other hand?"

His face can't move, but the down turn of his optics shows he's pouting. "Ill hold your hand later. Promise." He practically lights up, rays spinning rapidly while you put some elbow grease into the stickers. Geeze, he's so easy to please. If only you understood people like this.

Later, you keep your promise. As the lights shut off to start Moon's patrol, you let him swing your hand side to side. Moon spins his face plate when he takes over, lifting your arm over your head to spin.

"Ugh, go patrol. Ill be in the atrium." You scoff, pushing past him to open the daycare doors open. He isn't going to. He never really does when you're on shift.

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"Hey Moon." You have your hands deep inside a staff bot in the atrium, fixing wires. Staff bots need to be repaired en masse, faulty wires need to be fixed, clean things kids broke, the like. The nighttime animatronic regards you from where he's perched in the rafters of the atrium, watching you like always. It's sort of a routine.

The wrench creaks against the staff bot's bolts while you unscrew them, working the back panel open. Poor guy probably had food thrown onto him again by a rowdy child. The silence is kind of nice, compared to the end shift of the day. Plus, with Moon staring at you, it makes the giant 'Plex not seem so creepy at night. He is a security bot after all.

"Is this pizza?" A serious amount of gunk is stuck inside their chest cavity, caked onto rotors and important wires. You purse your lips a little and reach for your rag, disconnecting less important components to clean them. At least it's not moldy.

To your chagrin, the next staff bot also has gunk stuck to his wires. Bleh.

"Moon?" You call up, hands deep inside the next animatronic. "Can you check the cameras to see if there was a food fight?" Then at least you can brace yourself. And get more cleaning rags.

"There was." A month ago, this would have startled you so bad you probably would have stabbed yourself. He's very good at being completely silent, but you know to listen closely for the slight ticks of machinery. You need to oil them soon.

You turn, not surprised to see him crouched next to you just a little too close. They manage kids, of course they'd have no personal bubble.

"Pizza fight. Then they threw the rest of the food at the cleaning bots." Of course. Not a parent in sight either, you're sure.

"Thanks." You back out of the staff bot and stretch, rolling your shoulders back. You're going to need real cleaning supplies and more air canisters if you have any chance of getting these guys clean tonight.

Moon watches you silently - sometimes you wonder why. Doesn't he have patrol? He just keeps saying this is patrol, and you are the only mechanic on shift tonight, so. If a security bot catches something, he'll probably leave then.

"I need some more tools." You tap his face plate, resulting in little smudge on your finger. "And you need a clean. Do you want to patrol and then I'll clean you after?" He spins his face plate around, standing up from a crouch to tower over you. Your head tilts up, nonplussed.

"There could be boogeymen, you know." He wiggles his fingers in front of your face, voice raspy. "Not afraid of the dark?"

"Not particularly. You're the security bot. You'd just deal with it." He seems to freeze, for a second. He doesn't move as much as Sun does, but this is total stillness.

"You trust us." Its said as a statement, not a question. Your brow furrows a little.

"Yes? If I'm to be your mechanic, anyway." Why would you not? You don't really get why they freak out the other staff. They're just a little strange, like you are. In a way, the two of you are peas in a pod. Maybe the way they cannot move their face the same way you can't makes you feel more kindred with them.

"That's good." The response is layered a with static. Argh, did something get stuck in their chest too? You hope the speaker is okay. "That's...great." He twitches all of a sudden, and then is cord is taking him into the rafters.

Okay then. You shrug, and pack up your bag to head off to your the storage room. Accompanying you moments later is a soft ringing of bells. You have a shadow tonight, which makes you a a bit happy.

"What would you do if there was a boogeyman? Stand too close?" Ah, what a bad joke. He's at least kind enough to not make fun of you for your inability to make a joke, but instead, abruptly rappels in front of you. His face plate spins rapidly.

"We'd teach him a lesson. He he." You cross your arms and huff, picturing them trying to scare off the intruder. The best they can do is be a bit creepy.

"Sure, sure." You give him a push to send him spiraling back up into the rafters, a sort of spring in your step. He's so fun to talk to. "Maybe their A B C's?" Though if a robot got up in your face and made you start reciting the alphabet, you would probably be a little unnerved too. Being seven foot doesn't help either. He only hums in response.

The bells follow you down the stairs to the supply room, stopping just outside while you rummage. Some WD-40, more rags, anti-gunk stuff, and some of your heavy duty wrenches for the rusty parts. Good thing the lot of you managed to convince upper management to organize some of this, or you would be stuck here for -

A deafening clang makes you jump out of your skin, coming from somewhere in the back of the room. You press a hand to your rabbiting heart, taking deep breaths from the startle. Was that something expensive? You shoulder your bag to walk to the back, furrowing your brow at the lack of mess. There's nothing on the ground, no boxes on top of each other. Everything looks as it always does.

"Moon?" Maybe he's playing a prank? You wouldn't put it past him. "Hey, Sun's not going to be happy if you're trashing things." Though, it is a little fun to see the lights flicker in their optics while they argue. You've suggested to management to let them have color changing eyes rather than just 'on' for Sun and 'off' for Moon, but that gained no traction.

You walk around, careful not to raise your flashlight too high. Too much light in the optics makes his sensors go haywire, but it does mean you won't be able to see him coming. Its already strange enough that he hasn't jumped you yet.

"I'm going to leave now. Do your prank or hold your peace." You pause, standing still. Huh. Maybe something did actually fall, since nothing is grabbing you. But what could it -

The second clang makes your drop the flashlight. You snatch it up hastily and speed walk to the back, searching behind boxes and peering behind the shelves. Nothing.

This time, you're going to watch it. You step back to stand a safe distance away to glare at the shelves. Maybe a tool turned on inside one of the boxes? Far fetched, but what else could be so loud?

There it is again. You crouch to dig inside a lower box, around where you heard the noise. There's no power tools in here, though.

The clanging turns into thumping, right on the wall where you're squatting. You look up in shock - behind it is the loading bay! Some idiot must have gotten themselves stuck out there for at least a few hours, no wonder they're pounding on the wall. Strange they're not doing it on the door, but maybe they heard you?

"Ill come get you. Hang tight." You knock back on the wall, and scurry quick to the entrance. Poor guy must be totally panicking by now. You hope they haven't been stuck there all day, with nothing to drink or eat. Maybe it was one of the later delivery people.

"Moon!" You call up to the rafters, taking off down the hallway. No bells follow you, but he's probably there. "Someone's been stuck in the loading bay. Can you get a water bottle?" There's no response, but that's par for the course. He's not very chatty if he doesn't want to be.

You skid around corners and down the incredibly long hallway to the door, slamming the key card on your lanyard on the scanner. It opens terribly slowly, leaving you to shift from foot to foot.

Its pitch black. It shouldn't be, considering the lights never turn off in the loading bay. For safety reasons around the heavy machinery, or something.

"Hello? I'm the maintenance person on duty tonight. Are you hurt?" Strangely yet, no one is screaming for help, or making any noise at all. Its completely dead silent. A drop of fear worms its way through your stomach, what if they passed out? Or worse...

You can't think about that. "Is anyone here? Please call out if you are." You make your way over to the walls, slapping the light switch. Why is it off?

It sparks, and of course, does nothing. Great.

You tap your faz watch and bring up the radio, pressing the security button. "Vanessa? There's someone stuck in the loading bay, but they're not responding. The lights have shorted too." You wait.

The watch is silent. "Hello?" You tap at it, giving it a shake. "Security room? Hello?" Nothing. Your faz watch cheerily informs you that there's no signal to be had. Goddammit.

But you at least have to try. What if they're hurt? You take a breath and soldier on, heading to the area that's closest to the supply room. Your flashlight picks up nothing but a cleaning bot, pipes, and a giant pool of.

Of...what?

You stare at it. It's like something out of a horror movie, the red covering all the way up the wall and splattered on the floor. Your flashlight trails up to your shoes, stained in red from stepping in it. Your brain misfires, stuck in place. Where...where is the body?

Large hands cover your eyes. Clicking mechanics press close to your spine, what must be Moon's fan's on very high.

"Don't look." A hand holds your shoulder, pulling you backwards. You shuffle on steady steps. If there is one thing you hate and love about yourself, it's your complete inability to show panic. As such, when he pulls you out into the hallway, you stare up at him blank faced.

Strangely, Sun's rays are popped out, the sides extended as far as they can go. Yet, Moon's hat stays firmly in place, tinkling as is face plate ticks to the left. Who is this?

Two hands cradle your face, searching it. You stare back at him, sick to your stomach. Are they okay? Did they see who did it? The words are stuck in your throat.

"See? You're perfect." He presses his face plate to your forehead. "Just perfect. Humans make such awful noises when they see something they don't like. Oh, we thought for a moment you might scream, but look at you!" Thumbs caress your cheek, pushing you backwards. Your back meets the wall in a gentle thunk.

Your face feels sticky. "Oh! I'm Eclipse. Think of me as a security protocol!" He has the even cadence of Moon, with the silly tone of Sun. An eclipse of the sun..both..of them? He hovers over you, hand resting on your hip.

"Was it you?" You will your voice to tremble, scream, anything. You wish you could at least cry.

"Oh yes. They threatened to hurt people in this building. Do awful nasty things. I said if they keep going, they're going to learn a lesson. So I taught them one!" You look down on his chest plate, smeared with hand prints. The color is hard to tell in the low light, but you can hazard a guess. "And they got their filthy hands on me. Can you forgive me, dear? You can scrub away their touch so I'm yours again."

Stupidly, you nod your head. What would they do if you said no? Hurt you? Leave you in a pile somewhere for the police to find?

"The body. Where is it?" You ask if as if you're asking about their day, a massive frog clogging your throat.

"Don't worry about that! They won't be found. Oh, you're so dreamy." Arms wrap around your torso, hauling you up to sit in the cradle of his right arm. "Practical and smart. Silly that they haven't told you how much they adore you." He presses his face plate to your cheeks, then grabs your face to kiss you proper. This isn't how you wanted it.

"Yes, we'll keep you. Make you so happy! Yes, we're the only one that understands you." He separates and pokes you in your cheek, then on his own. "Your face is still, like ours."

You cling onto him, trembling on the inside.

You're theirs. For better or for worse. <3

Fin

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-~ Pop sirens ~-

Au by: @weirdenbyferret

This is a fan writing by me :D, as a short sort of continuation of how I interpret the day after chapter 1 to go. If you haven’t already read chapter 1 of my dear friends story, Then I suggest you do that before continuing onto this post. 

Word count: 1490

Your eyes hang heavy as you look over the charts for today’s next concert. It’s been about an hour since you left the hotel and probably about three miles down the road by now.

You lean against the counter as your legs shutter in protest to your own weight. Your northern area hurts, well, more sore than anything but most definitely bothersome. The ibuprofen is hardly kicking in, you simply want nothing more than to get drunk on it.

Though you are sure it would be more than getting drunk, can you even get tipsy on such a thing?? Probably, but you are no expert and won't bother to find out now. With a sigh you slap the papers onto the counter and sprawl your arms out across the cool surface.

The bus begins to sway with the slight change in texture of the road. Your body shifts side to side gently, a calming effect like being cradled. Footsteps approach you from behind and a mug of coffee is placed in front of you curtly. You have to physically stop yourself from jumping as you come face to face with Sun.

“You should have something to boost your energy.” Sun’s voice is hyper and all too full of mirth as he peers down at you. You freeze under his gaze for a few moments, pressing your back against the counter. You were very unhappy to note that the trio had decided you would be tagging along with them on their personal bus, again. Luckily there was one other person than just you, the driver of course.

But even with another presence besides them, you still felt alone and trapped. Stealing a glance at the mug you dip your chin, “Ah, thank you sir.” You answer to the best of ability and hope that he didn’t hear the way your voice almost cracked.

Sun hums a curious sound, bending at the waist slightly to be eye level with you. “Oh what a cheeky thing you are! Still so polite.” He coos, hands twitching as if wanting to reach out and grab you. You blink at him, unsure of what to do of yourself at the moment.

“Uh, heh…” you give a strained smile as you look him in the eyes. “I suppose it is my job.” Really? That’s the best you can come up with. Honestly, you can’t blame yourself, you truly don’t know why you’re still being all goody two shoes. But what other choice do you really have if even one wrong move can serve you a death sentence.

You suck in a sharp breath as your jaw is grabbed in a vice like grip. You give a confused and reasonable look at such a random action. Sun’s mouth splits into a wicked grin as he tilts your face to the side.

He then presses a rough kiss to your cheek before swiftly backing away and messing up your already nappy hair. “Back to work little thing, we are expecting an update from you soon. Pet~” Then, like he hadn’t just invaded your space, he exits the area.

You stand there dumbfounded with a permanent stank face, which you do not at all bother to correct. Pressing your knuckles to your cheek, you roughly rub away the feeling of the kiss. Then proceed to pretend that the beating of your heart isn’t because of the small pang of flattery you feel.

You shouldn’t be strung by his charm, it’s disgusting, it’s…

Your hands grip around the mug of coffee, and without checking the temperature you take a large gulp.

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Ok so…. You messed up again, or at least you think you did. Though you can’t quite tell if the thought is true or if the boys are messing with your mind again.

You follow Eclipse off the bus, along with Sun and Moon. Holding a thick stack of papers tight to your chest as if they are your life line. A couple of your other coworkers followed behind and some in the front.

Some of their tasks are to work the lights, sound equipment, and other things. You’re not sure why you need to keep note of this. But this does give your mind an excuse to wander off from the opposing threat nearby. The threat that will have you in its claws as soon as you step into that building.

Your legs feel tingly and you genuinely feel like you’re going to fall face first into the pavement. It takes every fiber in your very body not to limp, unfortunately you misplace your foot just as you take a step into the building.

“Who now I got ‘cha!” Arms fall to your side from behind,saving you from becoming a splat on the fool. You readjust the papers in your hold, moving them to one hand as your other takes hold of your coworkers arm. “I’m so sorry, thank you for the save though.” You chuckle nervously, greatly appreciating the much needed support.

The employee helps guide you along the hallway while the others dispersed to do what they were assigned. The two of you follow steadily behind the trio.

Frank, you gather his name from his nametag, waves a dismissive hand. “No worries, I could see you hobbling like a pirate from a mile away.” He slaps a hand on your shoulders and you are suddenly aware of Sun, Moon, and Eclipse’s eyes on you.

“AH-!?” Your face turns a deep shade of red at the way Frank plainly comments on the ‘obvious’. You quickly blink away your embarrassment in favor of finding a casual response. “Oh my goodness-” you let out a laugh that almost sounds genuine. “I had fallen out of bed last night, I must’ve bruised my ass real good if you could see my limp.”

A lie, simple yet executed correctly enough to see true. It wasn’t uncommon for people to fall out of a bed that was not one they were used to sleeping in. You take a small bit of pride in your quick thinking and ability to act. Moon seems to drawl closer, though you try not to think of it.

Frank seems to buy into this, which calms your weariness further. Shaking his head with a broad smile, he hums in thought. “Yeah, you might want to get that checked out if it’s not gone by tomorrow. Maybe get a massage.” He bumps you with his hip lightly to emphasize his point.

The door to the practice room comes into view and suddenly you are pulled from Frank’s hold and find yourself preached against moon’s side. “Thank you kindly for helping dear, but you have other things to get to.” Moon leaves no room for argument, the nickname dripping from his mouth like sour honey. You hate it.

Frank offers a look of surprise, opening his mouth and closing it. Sun steps in front of Moon and grabs Frank by the shoulders, turning him around. “Run along now, there is no time to waste!” Sun states as if talking to a disobedient child.

Moon turns around, with you in hand and walks into the room. The room itself is very well put together, far more than what you expected. Foam squares decorate the walls in different color patterns for sound control. A table rests in the middle of the room with the chairs all around it, a few couches rest next to a bookshelf full of records and random books.The lights are warm and welcoming, soft on the eyes like the morning sun.

You are set down on the couch nearest to the bookshelf, quite gently you might add. Eclipse is already sitting on the couch to your right, his arm sitting atop the armrest. His chin rests in his hand as he grins down at you.

As Moon sits on the couch to your left, Eclipse stands and moves right in front of you. His hands find your shoulders, swiping off the imaginary dust he seems to find. “You are still so sore from last night? Such a shame for you poor pet.” He hums in a warm thundering voice, though the delivery is condescending.

“Yes yes-” Sun adds on as he walks in, gracefully closing the door behind him. “Let’s do hope you make the right choice on clinging to us the next time you fall. No need to get touchy with anyone else.” Sun squints at you and you notice the way he seems to gravitate towards you as if you were the Earth.

Sun snatches the papers you hold in your hand (rude…) as Eclipse moves to sit on the couch in front of you. But not before he squeezes your hip in his palm, quite easily due to his size.

“Now-” Moon starts, glancing at Sun and Eclipse, “let’s see what we have today shall we?”

Oh yeah…

This will be just fun.

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Peers at you,, slow blinks and leaves a bouquet on your doorstep

Henlo new mutual I hope you're having a good day <3

Hi new mutual! Thank you for the flowers, I put them in my fancy dca themed vase ^^

I hope you are having a wonderful day as well!!

I love your art a lot!!!

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斗鱼

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Just a little something I made :3

Yes I know it's a little crappy (okay REALLY crappy) but it's my first time doing smth like this so ye :P

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What abt.... yn proposing to tenna with a oversized silly ring? I feel like he'd get a kick out of it lol.

got that ring pop swag

my hc is that when he gets seriously flustered instead of just color bar blush its all color bars

Edit: I also made y/n fat because I'm a fat bitch and I love fat bitches and the requester told me to make them fatter

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Just a little something I made :3

Yes I know it's a little crappy (okay REALLY crappy) but it's my first time doing smth like this so ye :P