#Humanoid Robot Size

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Humanoid Robot Research – Growth Opportunities and Revenue Statistics by Forecast

Humanoid Robot Market Information

The Humanoid Robot Market Report provides essential insights for business strategists, offering a comprehensive overview of industry trends and growth projections. It includes detailed historical and future data on costs, revenues, supply, and demand, where applicable. The report features an in-depth analysis of the value chain and distributor networks.

Employing various analytical techniques such as SWOT analysis, Porter’s Five Forces analysis, and feasibility studies, the report offers a thorough understanding of competitive dynamics, the risk of substitutes and new entrants, and identifies strengths, challenges, and business opportunities. This detailed assessment covers current patterns, driving factors, limitations, emerging developments, and high-growth areas, aiding stakeholders in making informed strategic decisions based on both current and future market trends. Additionally, the report includes an examination of the Automatic Rising Arm Barriers sector and its key opportunities.

According to Straits Research, the global Humanoid Robot market size was valued at USD 1.68 Billion in 2022. It is projected to reach from USD XX Billion in 2023 to USD 14.5 Billion by 2031, growing at a CAGR of 47.2% during the forecast period (2023–2031).

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TOP Key Industry Players of the Humanoid Robot Market

SoftBank Robotics

Honda Motor Co., Ltd.

Toyota Motor Corporation

ROBOTIS

KAWADA ROBOTICS CORPORATION

UBTECH Robotics Corp. Ltd.

HANSON ROBOTICS LTD.

Boston Dynamics

Engineered Arts

PAL Robotics

Promobot Corp.

WowWee Group Limited

Others

Global Humanoid Robot Market: Segmentation

As a result of the Humanoid Robot market segmentation, the market is divided into sub-segments based on product type, application, as well as regional and country-level forecasts. 

By Type

Bipedal Humanoid Robots

Wheel-Based Humanoid Robots

Others

By Component

Hardware

Software

By Applications

Education and Research

Healthcare and Medical Assistance

Entertainment and Gaming

Personal Assistance and Companionship

Industrial and Manufacturing

Others (Military, Space)

By End-User

Healthcare Institutions

Research Institutes

Manufacturing Companies

Entertainment Companies

Others

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Humanoid Robot Research – Growth Opportunities and Revenue Statistics by Forecast

Humanoid Robot Market Research

According to Straits Research, the global humanoid robot market size was valued at USD 1.68 billion in 2023 and is projected to reach from USD 2.25 billion in 2024 to USD 23.73 billion by 2032, growing at a CAGR of 34.2% during the forecast period (2024–2032).

The Humanoid Robot market, an evolving segment in the industry, is witnessing substantial expansion fueled by avant-garde technologies and escalating consumer demand. Market analysts scrupulously gather data through polls, focus groups, and in-depth scrutiny of industry patterns. These analysts utilize both quantitative and qualitative methodologies to ensure a comprehensive and precise market report. The report encompasses intricate insights on market size, growth prospects, competitive milieu, and consumer predilections. By harnessing advanced analytical instruments and expert acumen, the report delivers invaluable recommendations and strategic guidance for stakeholders, empowering them to make enlightened decisions and seize emerging prospects within the Humanoid Robot market.

Competitive Players

The competitive landscape of the Humanoid Robot market includes several key players who have a significant impact on market dynamics. Major companies operating in this market include:

SoftBank Robotics

Honda Motor Co., Ltd.

Toyota Motor Corporation

ROBOTIS

KAWADA ROBOTICS CORPORATION

UBTECH Robotics Corp. Ltd.

HANSON ROBOTICS LTD.

Boston Dynamics

Engineered Arts

PAL Robotics

Promobot Corp.

WowWee Group Limited

Others

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Humanoid Robot Market Segmentation

The comprehensive Humanoid Robot market analysis has been divided into categories such as category, application, and delivery mode, with each subset examined according to geographical segmentation. This research will keep marketers updated and assist in pinpointing target demographics for a product or service, including insights into market share.

By Type

Bipedal Humanoid Robots

Wheel-Based Humanoid Robots

Others

By Component

Hardware

Software

By Applications

Education and Research

Healthcare and Medical Assistance

Entertainment and Gaming

Personal Assistance and Companionship

Industrial and Manufacturing

Others (Military, Space)

By End-User

Healthcare Institutions

Research Institutes

Manufacturing Companies

Entertainment Companies

Others

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Regional Analysis

The Humanoid Robot market is studied, and market size insights and trends are offered by nation, kind, form, and application, as previously said. The report's regional analysis section provides a thorough study of many regional and national industries to help players establish successful development strategies.

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The purpose of this study is to examine the manufacturers of Humanoid Robot, including profiles, primary business activities, news, sales and price, revenue, and market share.

It illustrates the market subdivided by type and application, with details on sales, price, revenue, market share, and growth rate broken down by type and application.

The research covers key regions by manufacturers, categories, and applications, including North America, Europe, Asia Pacific, the Middle East, and South America, with sales, revenue, and market share segmented by manufacturers, types, and applications.

It also investigates production costs, essential raw materials, and production methods.

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[hearmeoutworthypoll]

Ameca the Humanoid Robot (AI audio hooked up to a speaker in an animatronic)

Just saw this on instagram. Naturally, the comments are either scared of the AI takeover (only when coupled with animatronics) or horny for the vaguely human animatronic (only when coupled with a femme voice)

[delightfullyatomiccollector-blog]

Humanoid Robot Market by Biped Robots, Wheel Drive Robots, Sensors (Gyroscopes, Accelerometers, Tilt Sensors, Position Sensors, Vision Sensors, Torque Sensors), Actuators (Electrical, Pneumatic, Hydraulic, Piezoelectric) - Global Forecast to 2030

The global humanoid robot market size is expected to increase from USD 2.92 billion in 2025 to USD 15.26 billion in 2030, at a CAGR of 39.2% during the forecast period of 2025 to 2030.

[foone]

You're dating a robot girl, and she's a pretty standard model. About human sized (but shorter than you: she swapped to shorter legs for Gender reasons) but with limbs that are rectangular and her head is a CRT. You've been with her for a while and she wants you to meet her family.

Her sister is the size of an Eva. 40m, 131 feet, and she's taller than many buildings. She works in finance.

Her dad turns out to be a datacenter. He's spread across 460 servers, and doesn't really have a face or humanoid body. You talked to him on the phone a few times though. Nice guy.

Her mom used to be a UAV for the US military, but now she's working with some NGOs to try and prevent a civil war in former Soviet Belgium.

You put up with her weird family, of course. You love her, and you'll put up with some annoying in-laws for her.

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

You do know that fornication with cybertronians, regardless of faction is impossible as they would crush us due to their sheer sieze and weight, right? It would also be considered immoral and beastiality if we are talking about the predacons for example.

Y'know, I was originally just going to dunk on you for unironically using the word Fornicate in the year of our Lord Primus 2025, but this seems to a genuine, good-faith argument you've constructed here and to leave it at a joke would be flippant on my part, and I hold myself to a higher standard than that. So! Allow me to counter these points one by one.

While in reality, yes, the likelihood of death or injury from letting a 20-foot robot that weighs as much as a truck rail you full force would probably be pretty high, the nice thing about fiction and fantasy is that it doesn't really need to be grounded in reality. And even if you can't entirely suspend your disbelief on that level, there are still workarounds.

For example, not every transformer has all the mass of a semi truck. Their sizes have quite a bit more variation than you might be anticipating. Animated Prowl is only like 10 feet tall, 12 tops, and a smaller motorcycle only weighs around 350-400 pounds, which really isn't all that crazy. You look at G1 Rumble and Frenzy, and they're hardly taller than the humans. And then you look at the Beast Wars cast and some of the Maximal are straight up shorter than I am. Rattrap is like 4 foot nothin'.

Now, I know what you're thinking. We certainly do not limit ourselves to lusting over the smaller bots here on cybertron-smash-or-pass dot tumblr dot edu, so what gives? Well, my dear, we've found a reasonable canon excuse to bring the very big very heavy robots down to a more manageable and less hazardous size through the magic of ✨mass displacement✨. Basically, if Soundwave can scale down into an itty bitty cassette player that can easily be picked up like it weighs nothing, there's really no reason a 30-foot robot as heavy as a jet couldn't scale down into a smaller, human-ish-sized robot. They have the technology.

Now say someone doesn't really want to make their fictional robot boyfriend smaller. Maybe the insane overall size is part of the appeal, but they still can't get over the thought of whatever they're packing being way too big to avoid injury. While Cybertronians are typically humanoid, their junk doesn't really have to be in perfect proportion with a human's. No rule that says you can't scale it down enough to fit! But then, maybe they can work with the equipment being comically big, but they can't get over the idea of being crushed. Easy solution, human can't get crushed if they're on top!

Maybe they can't picture the spike fitting at all, and scaling it down just looks a little too silly, but they're still attracted to a big ol' robot. At that point, the best workaround I can give is just sticking with picturing non-penetrative sex. Not like there's only one way to do it, and nobody can stop you from imagining Optimus prime having at it between your thighs, or scissoring with Megatron <3

Now as for whether some of it is immoral, I don't really think banging a Predacon would be wrong? Whether we're talking about the beast wars preds or the tfp preds, they're all treated as adults with human-level intelligence, so they'd be able to give consent, unlike earth animals. Sex with Optimus Primal is really a lot closer to bangin' a guy in a gorilla suit at a costume party than hopping into an actual gorilla enclosure and bending over. While an argument could be made about the tfp predacons being technically very young, and it'd be perfectly valid to be uncomfortable sexualizing them with that in mind, not everyone is going to interpret them as being immature since it seems they start off in that continuity generally having their shit together and knowing enough as to not be easily taken advantage of.

So with all that said, I hope you at least have a clearer picture of how the mind of a robotfucker operates!!

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[ren-of-breath]

It may seem scary at first, heck, it was scary for us, but, being digitized was probably the best idea we ever had. Our creator made our new robotic body to be heavily customizable, especially in the "plug-and-play" kind of way, but it is also nice, since the majority of us in here don't have particularly humanoid forms, and are wildly different sizes. Either way, Mistresses narcoalgorithms and code injection are amaaaaaazing, and the new sensitive areas in all our seams and just how easily programmable we are,,, it all culminates in this perfect feeling of being in the right place, so, I guess there's not to many worries we would say to be justified. thank you thank you thank youuuuuu Miss Violet! @mechpilotvi And of course, our bodies creator, Jake, who isn't on here, but still wanted to thank for the intricate designs and working with us to make something unique :3

[universalrainbow]

Toy Player still has their old personality, so that means their protective anger is still there too.

They spend their time at Safe Haven being calm and docile (or playful and silly) with the kids, so it might be easy to not realize what they're capable of.

At least until the Safe Haven toys are threatened. Then they get serious.

You don't want a tall, faceless, four-armed humanoid coming after you.

(I can imagine them absolutely trashing the doctors tv head clones. If their feet act as the purple boost thing, then in theory they could also give some devestating enhanced kicks)

Toy player is incredibly nice and gentle. they do dumb stuff sure but only they are hurt. like tripping on things or bonking their head on low ceilings. One of the only reasons they are allowed to scavenge is that they ferals don't want to be anywhere near toy player. Meaning they tend to get more than what doey can. So doey see's them able to take care of themselves if only due to their size.

So for the toys its easy to see them never harming anyone.

even doey thinks they don't have a mean bone in their body.

What doey does not know is player sneaks out to go hunt the doctor.

origianly toy player only did small things. unplugging wires, painting on his screens. But then he froze doey for the first time.

BIG MISTAKE.

toy players personal goal now is to find where his little brain is and to force him to watch coacoa melon for the rest of his days.

As previously said toy players hands are grab pack hands. So they are able to use the flare hand and electric hand at will. No cooldowns needed. And originally the platforms were used by the doctor as traps. that backfired immediately as player uses them from catch any and all of his robot bodies.

They leave their outfit back in safe haven to prevent it from getting dirty. Since they dont have a way to clean them.

[theressaicon]

m!Android caregiver x crazy psychiatric patient gn!reader

part 2

Before reading this part, look at the part 1!

Warnings: psychotic behavior, schizophrenia, hearing voices, seeing floating eyes, hallucinations, taking medication, displeased Alois (shortly), body to body contact,...

Otherwise: soft caregiver android, gentle with gn!reader, understanding, fluff, willing gn!reader in love~, confused android Alois because of his feelings (?)

Timeline was far from your mind, your consciousness wandering through corridors that were constantly changing shape. The constant search for something unknown was exhausting for you.

An hour might have passed. Maybe it was half a day? A minute? Sadness enveloped your entire body. Your thoughts were drowning and you had to breathe manually. Steps. Annoying sound, repeating itself. Loud.

The door to the room creaked open. If the straitjacket didn't hold your arms, you'd block your ears. Everything around was drowned out by voices whispering, shouting, speaking or laughing. However, with one single sentence, everything fell silent. „Greetings, Y/N, I apologize for the wait. I hope you weren't too lonely for those ten minutes."

With a quick jerk of your head to the side, you saw your caregiver again, coming to your bed, where you were lying. Your vision was blurry, his voice sounded like he was talking to you through glass. You were in a psychiatric hospital for a reason, but you weren’t stupid. It was clear that the state you were in was caused by all those pills. The only way they knew was to drug you down completely, just to make you a little less of a threat.

His presence brought a smile to your face. While Alois was untying you, he told you that he is going to help you brush your teeth. Normally, you would hiss, growl, squirm, and panic. How was this different? Why do you trust a humanoid robot? Alois had prepared a wheelchair so that he could transport you to the bathroom. In the hazy state you were in every morning after breakfast, it was impossible to get you on your feet… Still, you secretly hoped that instead of a wheelchair, he would carry you to the bathroom in his arms like prince would.

Your dreams were dashed when your wheelchair was already pushed ahead of him. You tilted your head back, looking at your robot. His neutral smile was driving you crazy more than your broken brain. After Alois noticed your gaze, he started a small talk with you.

„Are you okay, Y/N? Your head tilted like this looks a bit uncomfortable." You just kept watching his upturned face. Eyeballs occasionally flashed around his head, staring at both of you. Every time the eyeballs appeared around the previous caregivers, they crawled into them and turned them into monsters, demons, who repeatedly attacked you. You defended yourself by attacking, biting their fingers off, gouging their eyes out, and trying to harm them in any way you could. Every time you managed to defend yourself, other people came to punish you.

Every day carried the same principle. However, no eye entered Alois. He was like a holy figure, immune to all the threats you saw. In the ward where you were for the first few days before they moved you to isolation, the bathroom was connected as toilet, shower, and sink. Now each room was separate for your safety, but especially theirs. The room with the sink was medium-sized. There was nothing more in it than tiles and a sink with a chair.

In the mirror hanging above the sink, you saw yourself in the wheelchair, Alois behind you and... a whole crowd of eyeballs. There were hundreds of them, different sizes, different iris colors. It was a wonder how many eyeballs could fit into the room, but the rule was that they all stayed behind Alois.

The drugs in your body had completely paralyzed you. The only part of your body you could control was your head. Otherwise, your body was like a rag doll. Alois sat down on the chair across from you after wetting a toothbrush and putting a toothpaste on it.

„I'm asking for your cooperation. Your mind may be foggy right now, but I need you to concentrate and open your mouth as wide as you can." Alois spoke calmly on a monotone.

He held the toothbrush to your closed lips and waited. You were about to open your mouth, but felt an unpleasant presence at your right shoulder. Your eyes lifted to the mirror hanging behind Alois where you saw that unimaginable multitude of eyeballs. The largest of them, with a red iris and pulsating veins, hovered near your head on the right side, hypnotizing you. You froze.

„Something is wrong." Alois stated. It was not a question, just a harsh statement. „I detect increased cardiovascular activity and heavier breathing." he added before leaning closer to your sweaty face. His inhumanly blue eyes scanned you, watching every movement to the smallest level, every twitch and jolt.

„Tell me—," Alois started in a half whisper „—what do you see that I don't?" Heartwarming, he was willing to listen to you and solve whatever was bothering you at that moment. You wouldn't have spoken, even if you weren't under the influence of various medications. So you started moving your eyes to your right side and back. He glanced the same way, back to you and then nodded.

„Do I have your permission to... move and seat you in another way?" You wanted to shout 'Do whatever you want with me!' but you had no choice but to nod your head in agreement again.

Without further ado, Alois placed his firm, cold hands on you. The blood began to color your cheeks as you realized he had placed you on his lap. You were sitting on his left thigh, while your feet were resting on his right one. He was supporting your back with his left arm, while he held the toothbrush in his other hand.

Then he turned his gaze to where you had been pointing with your eyes before. You saw all those eyes behind your wheelchair, not moving, just floating there in place. Staring. „Do you feel safer now?" Alois's voice spoke above your head. You answered him with a smile. „I am pleased."

While brushing your teeth, he paused now and then, handing you a cup to spit into. If the doctors saw how willing you are to cooperate, they would pull out all their hair in disbelieve.

While Alois focused on your teeth, you got lost in the sight of his attractive face. He was so focused, handsome, kind,... A true replica of a caregiver. He turned to the sink for the cup one last time, this time filling it with water and leaving it standing there. „You're going to rinse your mouth now."

He stood up with you in his arms and you expected him to put you back in the wheelchair so he could lead you closer to the sink. Instead, he quickly turned the chair he was sitting on with his foot so that it faced the sink. It made a loud creaking sound, the chair was metal and quite heavy. If a person tried that, they would break their leg.

Now you sat on his lap facing the mirror and with his help you rinsed your mouth. You looked in the mirror one last time and at the reflection of all those eyeballs staring at you before Alois picked you up again.

„Should I place you back in the wheelchair, or do you want him to carry you?" Your choice was obvious. The wheelchair remained in the room with the sink, while you snuggled into Alois' chest in his embrace.

There was no time left to focus on the eyeballs, you decided to ignore them for the moment. You wanted to enjoy his closeness as much as possible. „I've noticed this morning that you're the calmest around me. Your comfort and happiness are my priority, I'll arrange something for you."

You were head over heels in love. If you were in an anime, love effects would be racing around your head. You could almost hear the sparkles. The hall seemed short, you were back in your empty room in no time. He laid you on the plain bed and hovered above you for a while.

Alois's instructions were clear: To follow your routine and make sure you were as calm and comfortable as possible. After brushing your teeth, he was supposed to tie you to the bed again and not untie you until lunchtime. He thought hard about this action, trying to find any solution that would accomplish his task without having to torment you further.

„I am assessing the situation, please wait." His eyes were blank for a moment. Finally, he knelt down next to your bed and described his decision. „You are to supposed be tied down while waiting for lunch. Your straitjacket fulfills this duty, there is no need to tie your legs and chest if you show no sign of disobedience. I will also keep you company here so that you feel safe."

A couple of eyeballs that were in the room started shaking, as if they were very angry. You were elated and wanted to hug him. Nevertheless couldn't. You turned on your side to look directly at him. You two talked for a long time, well, he talked and you responded with your face.

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At least an hour has passed. "How about we practice speaking, Y/N?" Alois suggested. You had troubles with talking, but you would really like to express yourself in words. Any communication with Alois would make you grateful.

He helped you sit up and brushed your hair out of your face. 'Such a caring gesture!' You thought. Everything he did brought a smile to your face. You were already feeling less under the influence of the drugs, still a little groggy but able to concentrate.

„Before you start speaking, let's practice your articulation. You will repeat the movements of my lips, according to what I say. Do you understand?" You nodded. „Great. I would start with the sentence; 'I have been very good today.' because it is very truthful. I remind you that now you only need to move your lips without using your vocal cords."

Alois always said a piece of the word very slowly and waited for you to imitate it with your lips. He repeated the sentence several times, slowly speeding up. „You are doing really well, I have to commend you." Your cheeks were red and you were smiling from ear to ear.

„Now we're going to try to exercise your vocal cords. I noticed that you have no problem with making sounds like whining, groaning, etc. So I'll ask you to make any sound now." Making any noise for no reason felt a little awkward to you. „I understand it may feel embarrassing in this situation. May I help you to make a noise?"

Perverted thoughts raced through your head. 'Damn yeah, help me make a sound for you-' Your face turned smug. With your consent, Alois took one of your feet in his hands and began to tickle you softly, which made you laugh out loud. „Well? Listen to that pretty voice of yours. Laughing effortlessly."

Stopping to tickle you for a moment he continued in his speech. „While you're laughing, move your lips according to the words. Let's start... 'I'.." Everything worked so well, it really sounded like you were talking. You repeated the words over and over until you got the sentence perfect.

„I have- hahah.. been v-very hihi!.. good toda-hay! hahah!!" Alois smiled contentedly. „That's right, very good patient of mine." You enjoyed this activity, you hadn't laughed like this in a long time, it was a nice change and you liked Alois even more, if that was even possible.

You tried some more sentences until Alois announced that it was lunch time. Your whole body was shaking in excitement that he's going to carry you again. Oh how you were wrong.

„You are able to walk on your own two feet again, I can't just carry you everywhere." Alois explained to you, trying to drag you into the hallway by your arm. You protested like a brat and decided to use your You are able to walk on your own two feet again, I can't just carry you everywhere. Alois explained to you, trying to drag you into the hallway by your arm. You protested like a brat and decided to use your proven tactic; using your weight and collapsing to the ground.

Alois crossed his arms, unamused. „So that's how you are deciding to play, hm?" You did puppy eyes below him, to no avail. He bent towards you and spoke. „It is good for us both when you cooperate, I wouldn't want you to mess it up. Please stand up." You continued to frown. „Okay then, we'll do it the hard way."

You were expecting bad things to happen. Will other people come and force you into the lunchroom? Will Alois drag you along the floor? Could he possibly raise his hand and hit you? Beat you up like people always did when you didn't behave? None of this happened. Even worse.

Alois turned and started walking down the hallway. He was walking slowly, but it was unbearably painful for you. The annoying voices around you started to get louder, eyeballs started to rise both behind you and between you and Alois.

You felt sick from your stomach and panicked. You started to whine and lay on your side with your knees close to your chest. Alois turned in your direction, but you didn't see him with all those eyeballs in front of you. It was disgusting when feeling them touching you, something whispering in your ear something you didn't understand.

You gave up, you needed his help. As you practiced, you took a breath, screamed, and mouthed his name. In a second, the eyes near you melted away and Alois was stroking your shoulder. „Deep breaths." he somewhat ordered. „That's it, slow your breathing."

You looked around, agitated. Eyeballs were still there, but further away. In the back of your head you heared distant screams, drowning out Alois's speech. However, his suddenly gruff voice silenced them. „Now. get. up."

Gulping, you rose to your feet with his help. You stared into his now blank eyes in dismay. There was the urge to apologize, only your voice was lost once again. „Walk." was his last word before he put his hand on your back to guide you forward.

The walk down the hall was silent, almost disturbing. 'Was the hall always this long?' You asked yourself. In the room where you were served food, Alois tied you to the armchair like he did in the morning. You didn't risk another protest.

Alois then left to bring a table trolley with the food and a drink. When he returned, he saw you leaning back in your armchair as hard as you could, tears streaming down your face.

He sat down in front of you and addressed you. Without your reaction, he moved his chair closer, to which you finally reacted. He slowly reached his hand to your wet face and wiped your tears. „The chefs prepared rice with pork and vegetables today." You sniffled and glanced over the table trolley.

Alois first put some rice with peas and carrots on his fork and held it in front of your lips. „Open your mouth and taste it." But you were not able to. You kept sobbing and couldn't even take a proper breath.

„What is the reason for your tears?" He asked you as he put the fork back on the plate. „Could this perhaps be because of my reaction to your stubbornness? You have learned from your mistake, there is no need to continue your punishment." He leaned closer in your direction and asked further.

„Or is it because you feel in danger from something you see in the room?" You were sad about both, but cried mostly because of those eyeballs that wouldn't leave you alone.

You pointed with your eyes to your right shoulder, where one was touching you. Alois started waving next to your head as if he was trying to shoo away a fly, and it actually worked! He did the same on your left side, your breathing finally normalized.

„Is it better now?" Nodding, you wiped your remaining tears off with your straitjacket. After a few bites, Alois put the fork down for a moment. „Smile for me, please?" He requested as he bent to your tied feet and tickled one slightly. It made you crack a smile which was enough for him so he kept feeding you.

Behind Alois's back, there was still one big eyeball floating, which made you lose your attention repeatedly. Alois noticed that you were staring behind him. He snapped his fingers a few times to get your attention. „Eyes on me, don't look at that." Gulping, you took another bite from the fork he held. He tried to distract you with small talk.

„I was thinking about what activity I should prepare for you this afternoon." Silently, you chewed your pork with rice, listening. „Would it be to your liking to get creative?" 'To get creative' could mean many things. Your face still seemed uninterested. „Drawing perhaps?" You hadn't drawn in a long time. You remembered the old days when you sat at your desk and drew instead of paying attention in class. No voices, no eyeballs, just paper, pencil and you. Good times.

The corners of your lips began to rise, forming a smile. „Judging by your expression, you'll be happy with such activity." When you finished eating, Alois offered to take you to your room first and then take the food and the table trolley away. You started shaking your head aggressively. You wanted him to stay in the room with you afterwards. If he took you there first, he would have to come back to tidy that and that would take too long. Nu-uh.

And so Alois tasked you with counting to ten for the second time today. You closed your eyes for a moment so that you could concentrate only on counting. It didn't do you much, not even your eyelids made the eyeballs disappear, you could still see them. You couldn't hear your own thoughts, let alone how you were counting. You didn't even realize that you had started counting out loud. At number nine, Alois returned and praised you for hearing your voice.

After untying your legs and chest, he helped you down from the armchair. „You are going to be a good patient and walk. Right?" Although Alois asked it sounded more as a statement. You nodded your head in agreement. He led you down the same hallway for the sixth time today. Eyeballs circled you, dodging the android caregiver.

The pale yellow walls reflected the bad feelings that were mixing inside you. You knew that you were going to get another injection and that Alois wouldn't be able to see you for two hours. You wouldn't cross the line (not again), but you had to try to hold him in as long as possible.

You nuzzled his left side, trying to get his attention. „Y/N, I know what you're trying to do." You raised your head in disbelief. „It won't work." Pouting, you continued the nuzzling. „Your character could be compared to a cat." He began as he led you to the bed. „At first, without trust. You bit, scratched, made warning sounds and defended yourself. After a while of coaxing, you calmed down and slowly started to trust." He had already laid you on your bed and tied your legs and your chest. „And now look at yourself. You want attention and cuddles."

You took a breath and tried your best to speak. Alois listened carefully so he wouldn't miss anything. „Mm.. Wh-hat.. aanim..mal.. uh.. you?" was the best you could do. „What animal would I represent?" Alois made sure you meant your question like this. „I am afraid that I do not have a certain personality that could be compared to an animal."

Your eyes wandered over his handsome face. You didn't know what kind of animal would suit him either. He was so kind and caring… yet serious and authoritative. Opening your mouth caught his attention again. „S... Stag.?" You couldn't have come up with anything better.

Deep in thought, Alois raised his head. „If you were able to think of an animal for me, could it…it probably means that.." Your gazes connected. „That I do have my own personality." You could have sworn you heard happiness in his voice. With the widest smile you'd ever seen from him, he pat your head and stood up.

Nervously, you looked at the eyeballs above you. Alois's white cloak, which he had just taken off, flashed before your eyes. He covered your body with it, with words: „Here, this will protect you until I come back for you." Cupid's arrow pierced your heart and your cheeks turned red. You didn't even have time to react to the sting in your thigh from the injection Alois had just given you. Before he left, he closed your open mouth with his finger and stroked your cheek lovingly.

You wanted to scream your lungs out, but they were clogged with love! Alois waved to you one last time before closing the heavy door. The eyeballs above you were shaking with absolute rage. Angry voices could be heard in the distance, but all you could hear was the beating of your heart. You sniffed the cloak you were covered by. Unfortunately, Alois didn't have his own scent, but it smelled nice of laundry detergent. That was enough for you to fall into a pleasant sleep. Now all you had to do was wait for your angelic prince of metal to return.

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A fever dream was playing in your head, the kind you won't remember when you wake up. You felt a hand caressing your forehead, a warm presence protecting you from your own thoughts. You felt like you were being watched, but that was nothing new to you, you had experienced it every minute you were awake.

Your body was slowly but surely waking up and the dream was coming to an end like a movie. However, the feeling of safety did not leave you, it was strange to hear nothing but pleasant silence. Where had those voices gone? That fear and nervousness? Was it perhaps the calm before the storm? Opening your wet eyes, you examined what was happening around you.

Not a single eyeball in sight, not a single stray voice in earshot. Only Alois squatting on the floor next to you. He was the one caressing your forehead, his eyes were the ones watching you. „I didn't want to wake you, you looked content." He confessed in a low voice.

A pink pillow was placed in the middle of the floor with a stack of papers and crayons. There was also a plate with... a sliced apple? You were eager to ask how long he had been keeping you company. Eventually, he shared this information with you himself without you having to ask.

„It's currently twelve past two, are you ready to start?" 'Did I waste almost a quarter of an hour by sleeping?' The cloak of his must have been magical since it put you to the best sleep you've had in probably months.

After he put on his white cloak again, he untied you and helped you sit up. „I'll take off your straitjacket." When the caregivers used to take off your straitjacket, you had to listen to an endless lecture about what would happen if you didn't cooperate, what would happen if you tried anything and so on. You were always either chained, tied, or wearing a straitjacket. Even when they showered you.

All Alois asked of you was to: „Be good." It felt great when you could finally stretch your arms. You were now wearing only hospital pants with your dark brown short-sleeved T-shirt. „I'm glad to see you relaxed." He said and offered you his hand, which you took with a smile. He sat you down on the pink pillow and sat across from you on the floor. You knew very well how cold the floor was, but Alois probably didn't have temperature sensors on his… well, his ass.

...Even so, it seemed unfair to you. As he started preparing the paper with the crayons, you felt an unpleasant presence behind you. The eyeballs were farther away from your body, but you still felt uncomfortable. Even though you didn't like looking at them, it was much worse to feel them there but not see them.

You tried to suppress the feeling, but as soon as you turned back to Alois, they started to come closer. You got a little scared and leaned closer to Alois. „Can I help you somehow, Y/N?" 'Oh yes, of course you can!' You shouted to yourself. You stood up slowly so it wouldn't look like you wanted to attack, which you did often and you were sure Alois knew about your erratic behavior. Crouching, you walked over to him and pulled his sleeve.

„Should I get up?" He asked and you nodded gently. As you demanded, he did. You grabbed his cold, hard, iron but loving palm and led him to the pillow you had been sitting on a moment ago. Pointing at it, you wanted to make him sit. „You don't have to worry about me, that pillow is for you so you don't catch a cold. I don't have temperature sensors on my-" Before he could finish, you forcefully pushed him onto it. You dramatically wiped the sweat from your forehead and looked back at those eyeballs.

As you thought, they retreated even more, some regrouping on the other side of the room. You felt proud for solving half of your problem. „What is with that smug face?" Alois interrupted your moment. You stared at each other for a moment, speechless, before you turned and sat in his lap. You were stiff, unsure if you were going to get into trouble. „I'll let this one slide." Alois shrugged eventually.

He leaned over you to hand you the paper that was lying a few inches away, giving you a little squeeze. And ohh how you loved him leaning over you, being so close… No thoughts in that twisted head of yours, just 'AAAHHH'.

When Alois straightened up, he placed one hand behind his back for balance. „This will be a somewhat challenging topic for you, but I would like to ask you to draw what your eyes see, what makes you feel so panicky. If you don't feel like talking, you can also communicate with me through writing."

No one had ever done this activity with you before, and you thought it was brilliant. At least you wouldn't feel so misunderstood anymore. You looked ahead on your 'still life' and grabbed a black crayon. Alois watched as your hands fluttered on the paper over your shoulder.

You chose different colored crayons and depicted the irises of all those eyeballs. You drew them all looking into the center of the paper, where you then drew a little imitation of yourself.

You held the paper up in front of you so Alois could see it better and next you pointed in front of you. He followed where your finger was pointing, however wasn't able to see what you were seeing. At least now he understood better why you were so nervous and almost always restless.

„Seeing floating eyes all the time would make me a patient here pretty soon as well." Mocking a laugh, you grabbed another paper where you sloppily drew one big eyeball with a red iris across the entire paper. On another piece of paper, you tried to draw Alois as best you could. You spent at least ten minutes working at that drawing. From time to time you looked up at him so you didn't miss a single detail. Then you put both pieces of paper next to each other and moved Alois' picture closer to the eyeball, which you moved away.

He understood that the reason you were holding him as close to your body as possible all the time was because he could drive away those eyeballs. Of course, you could have just written him this information, but when else would you have had the opportunity to draw something? Finally, you put the papers on the floor and drew a small heart next to Alois's sketch with a red crayon.

„I will do everything in my power to rid you of these visions." He promised, while grabbing the red crayon. "As your personal caregiver, it is my job to take care of you, to keep you happy and safe." He also drew a small heart next to the sketch of your little figure on the first drawing. "—And I will fulfill my duty."

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, reflecting the light from the ceiling. You slowly turned to face him and hugged him around the neck. Alois patted you on the back in return, waiting patiently for you to sit down again.

„Let's not forget that apple." He told you, handing over the plate. Then he wiped your tears off with the sleeve of his coat while you enjoyed your snack.

For just a moment, he looked back at the drawings you had drawn and then at the place you had pointed to. Whether there was something or not, he was starting to worry a little about whether it was really safe to leave you alone with these... entities.

He discreetly took a piece of his cloak and covered part of your legs with it. He wasn't sure why he made the gesture, but it felt right. You felt right. Right there, in his lap with a smile on your face.

Alois watched you longer than he should have, but couldn't take his eyes off you. You held the last piece of your apple in front of his mouth. You knew very well that he probably wouldn't be able to eat it, but you wanted to show that you cared for him anyway.

„I assume you haven't forgotten that I'm an android." Your hair brushed across your shoulders as you shook your head. Ready to pull your hand back Alois shocked you by taking the piece between his lips made of synthetic skin. He accepted your 'gift' in gratitude. For a short while he held it between his lips for a moment before instinctively leaning towards you. He wasn't sure what he was doing or why he was doing it.

Touching your lips with the apple resting between his lips, he waited for you to take it. As soon as your teeth gently bit into the apple, Alois let go of it and straightened up again, maintaining eye contact. He noticed the blood rising in your cheeks, but he kept it to himself. You looked away as you started chewing, thinking your head was going to explode like a volcano.

To distract you from what had just happened, Alois tasked you with drawing something else than eyeballs. While you were leaning over the paper and still sitting on his lap, he was trying hard to put together those new informations in his database. He realized that all the data he had about you was not complete. He was programmed to complete the tasks that were assigned to him. But the tasks he was given had no set limits. His system was overheating and you felt his hands, placed on you, getting warmer.

On another paper next to the one you were drawing on you wrote a question: „You are able to change your body temperature ´･ᴗ･` ?" His eyebrows furrowed at the fact that you noticed this change. „Yes, I am able to heat certain parts of my body on a command. Although it takes more time to cool down afterwards." 'Cool..' you thought, then continued to write. „Why did you warm your hands? If it was for me, thank you, but I'm not cold (˃ᆺ˂)."

Alois got stuck in his answer, as he was forbidden to lie. He could twist the truth, but he couldn't and wasn't allowed to tell a straight lie. His pause seemed suspiciously long, you hoped everything was okay. He was staring straight ahead without moving. You looked in the same direction but all you saw were eyeballs. It was as if he was looking directly at them but… that was impossible. You reached out to touch him, but you quickly flinched at the boiling temperature of his neck.

'What is going on!?' You were afraid that Alois broke down. However, this thought turned out to be false when Alois grabbed your arms and stood you both up. Then he sat you down on the pink pillow he had been sitting on and moved himself to the spot across from you where he was originally supposed to sit. You were so shocked that you didn't even make a sound.

You had no idea what was happening, if you had done something wrong or… And then the door opened. „Good afternoon, colleague, how can I help you?" Alois greeted in a neutral voice. One of the caregivers who was also a doctor stood in the doorway, wearing the same uniform as Alois. You had seen him before, the last time during a check-up when one of the eyeballs had entered him and turned him into a monster that tried to eat you. They drugged you so much for the rest of that day that you didn't wake up until the next afternoon.

„Hi, I'm just checking in. There are no cameras in this room, so we want to make sure… they're not being naughty." Spoke the chubby man with square glasses and looked your way. „Don't leave them loose for too long." he added incredulously. You saw two smaller eyeballs sink into his legs. His entire figure slowly began to turn black from the bottom up and you felt as if someone was talking to you from behind.

„My patient is behaving well and causing minimal problems. I know how to do my job and if something happens that I can't handle, my program will send a signal to the control center." He announced and took one paper from the stack of papers and put it in front of you. You started looking around in confusion because your drawings of eyes and Alois had disappeared somewhere.

The man started talking again but all you heard was a wail and a roar coming from his toothy mouth. It was no longer a person standing there, but something else. You started to shake and covered your ears to keep from going deaf. The only thing that drowned out the noise was Alois's calm voice, saying that he would stop by later.

After that the door closed, there was silence. However, the feeling inside you persisted, you were on the verge of tears. „I'm sorry." His voice sounded, less monotonous this time. „I must have confused your mind with my quick movements." He apologized while pulling out the drawings you were looking for from under his cloak.

You didn't even notice that Alois had hidden them, everything happened too fast… why did he hide them though? „Please don't be angry at my earlier reaction." He searched your glassy eyes for forgiveness. Peace engulfed him only after you smiled and wiped away one of your tears.

You spent the rest of the time explaining to him through drawings and writings what all those eyeballs do. How they turn people into monsters, how they try to hurt you, how much you're afraid of them. In the process, you ended up back in the position where Alois was sitting on that pink pillow and you were on his lap.

His body had cooled down during that time. Before the end of your afternoon session, he helped you practice your speaking. You laughed a lot while doing so, Alois noted the development in his program and knowledge, through your positive and negative emotions.

He wrote down and recorded information about your every reaction for himself. Alois didn't understand that all the data he got about you was so terrible. He imagined 'a problematic person' differently.

„Although your drawing skills are admirable, I would suggest that we destroy these two drawings depicting eyeballs and the one with a monster. Maybe the negative emotions they carry will disappear too." You agreed and tore up the first one. Alois crumpled up the remaining two and put all three of them in his coat pocket. You took the sketch of Alois and held it up to the wall above your bed. „Do you want to decorate your room with this?" He asked and you started nodding happily. Alois promised to stick it on the wall later.

Alois picked up the straitjacket that was lying on your bed, you understood that it was time again when he had to put it on you and leave you for a while. There was no troublemaking in your mind. Only one last thing you wanted… no, needed to do. You walked over to him and hugged him tightly around the waist. His middle was harder than the rest of his body, but it was still the best hug. He put his hand on your shoulder and stroked it.

When you released him after a few moments, he put the straitjacket on you and helped you lie down on the bed. „We'll see what you're having for dinner." He said as he tied your legs. You looked at him like he was an angel, his face relentlessly smoochable.

„I'll be back in an hour." He promised you and smiled sweetly. You tried with all your might to get one short sentence out of you as a goodbye. „..B..Bye, m-my st..ag." Alois stroked your hair. „See you, Y/N, thank you for behaving for me. You're such a good patient." That was enough motivation for you not to go completely crazy for that hour. His praise was the best reward.

When he closed the door behind him, the annoying eyeballs and malicious voices started to bother you again. You had no idea that Alois was still standing outside the door, starting to overheat again.

part 3

@liv-007

[narcissistcookbook]

you are a self proclaimed nerd (awesome) and as far as i can tell an appreciator of sci fi even when it’s stupid and strange so: thoughts on red dwarf?

oh woooow this is old og nerd shit by today's standards

A crash course in Red Dwarf for people who don't know - Red Dwarf was a british science-fiction sitcom whose peak was in the late-80s/early-90s. It's set on a deep space mining ship the size of a city, the titilar Red Dwarf.

The story focuses on Lister, a janitor's assistant who is put in punitive stasis for refusing to reveal where he hid the pet cat he snuck on board. A radiation leak kills everyone on board, and Lister is kept in stasis for three million years by the ship's AI until the radiation isn't dangerous anymore. He emerges to find himself the last surviving human in existence, with his only company being Cat - a humanoid descendent of his pet cat - and Rimmer, a hologram of his worst enemy (the janitor he worked for) to keep him sane. (And eventually a service android robot called Kryten)

Opinions! When I was a kid I loved the monster of the week seasons the best, 3-6. A lot of those episodes still stand up. But a few years ago I went back and rewatched it all and was struck by how solid seasons one and two are, how good the sci-fi is and how much they trust the audience to wrap their around what are pretty out there concepts for mainstream show

The show continued on well past season 6 but half the writing team left and the show drops off pretty hard imo

[not-that-dillinger]

Ed looked up at Alan. Between everyone, the living room was already... reaching it's occupancy limit, but it didn't feel suffocating or even crowded.

It felt cozy. Warm and safe.

Ed looked up at Alan, and nodded. He turned to motion for Alan to have a seat, only to realize every seat was occupied. He awkwardly left to fetch the desk chair from his office.

Ed let a startled huff of laughter. Yes, you! he gently tapped Eve's talon on Morse code.

He turned and stared at the bowl in contemplation. Wold one be enough? Would two? Five?

Decisions were still difficult. But... Start with two, but see how things are going after the first one and add another to the queue if choose to continue with the second? he wrote on another page.

He tore it out of the notebook, folded it into an origami pigeon, and offered it to Jet.

Ed watched Eve take the little paper owl up to the bookshelf by the birdcage, and put it on top. He can't help the small hint of a smile that pulled at his lips. It was... sweet. And while the paper owl would do nothing to actually protect him, it was a reminder that he wasn't alone. And Eve would protect him.

He slowly tore out pages from the notebook while the movie played, and folded them into a variety of different birds--owls, pigeons, swans, quail, peacocks, puffins. He was going need at new notebook, but it gave him something to do with his hands, tearing out the pages was cathartic, and folding each into a tiny paper bird was calming. He'd gotten through maybe a dozen before he ended up folding and refolding the same sheet of paper, repeatedly making the same mistake as he attempted to to create an origami flamingo, each fold feeling like it required more and more energy.

Eventually Ed let his hands fall into his lap, and curled up against Jet to watch the movie, careful to make sure Eve still had space to perch on his shoulder and he didn't accidentally smash her.

He ended up just leaning against his brother and staring blankly at the screen, not really paying attention and to tired to really think or process anything.

[evanhamato]

OK, I have a personal headcannon that the turtles are super tall- like- raph is 10f ish, Donnie 8ft, leo a little shorter, and Mikey is at LEAST 6ft.

So the turtles interacting with the world being tall mf's and as well as their s/o (like throwing them over their shoulder or air jailing them

Bounus points is S/O is short by normal standards.

THIS IS NOT MENT TO BE SMUT. At all. I request wholesome and Mischievous content.

Well wishes: SBF🐍

[ Ankle Biter ]

Future!ROTTMNT x GN!Reader who is short

A/N: i assume you meant the future turts? im so sorry if this is wrong! we're gonna assume the reader is between 5'0 - 5'3! thank you for requesting SBF!! <3

Relationship: Romantic

TW: Fluff, kisses, cuddling, slight panic (?), affectionate teasing.

Future Raph

He adores your short size.

Hug? You get a bear hug regardless of how gentle he is.

Cuddling? No, weighted blanket in the form of a humanoid turtle.

Kisses? He has to bend over or pick you up to do so.

He gets a little anxious in crowds.

Being so tall means you can see everyone so, you'll be easy to spot, right?

No, not when everyone blurs together.

He once lost you at a festival and...

It was not pretty for the other turtles.

Certainly. Not pretty.

Future Leo

One word.

Air jail.

Your crimes are condemned to punishment, being held like a soggy cat for 5 minutes.

You are also an arm extension.

Something (surprisingly) too high to grab?

Fetch it for him.

If you guys are hanging out with shared friends, he ALWAYS has to sweep you of your feet.

Show-off.

That is until you start to rebel.

When you start to rebel, the only thing Leo can do is pray.

Future Donnie

Height doesn't really affect you two.

Kisses are a little harder but, Donnie is flexible.

Plus, carrying all those junkyard scraps beefed him up a little.

Along with training and fighting.

However, he doesn't hesitate to bring up your height in banter.

"I'm not sure how your opinion matters when you still aren't fully grown. Oh wait, you are."

Simply uses his robotic arms to shove you away once he gets your temper going.

Aside from that, he thinks its a convivence that you are short.

He's making something for you? Less materials used compared to his brothers.

He's also more lenient on repairs or replacements when it comes to you for the same reasons.

Future Mikey

Lets be real, if anyone is gonna tease you the most, it's Mikey.

Backtalk? On top of the fridge you go.

"Are you sure you don't need a stool to see? Just making sure."

He is so smug about it.

Growing up the shortest, it's funny to see the tables turn on someone else.

But he makes sure to never go to far, no feelings will be wounded by Dr. Feelings himself.

He really likes you on his shoulders, a simple lean and it's easy to kiss you.

Nicknames. It's always the nicknames.

With the teasing also comes the politeness.

Doors opened for you, stuff moved out the way, he can't have the ankle biter themself getting hurt!

[boltmoonvic]

i love your bfdi gjinka/robot designs so much and i'm so excited to see more of them as the comic progresses (and i'm a sucker for murder mysteries so it's really playing to my interests)! how do you come up with your designs, by the way? they're so fun and unique :D

Thank you so much !! I'd be more than happy to talk about my process :D

While I was watching the show for the first time last October, I sketched out my first batch of characters by following the question: "What associations do I make with their object that could make them feel more mechanical?"

This could be another object, like Leafy's terrarium, a concept, like Coiny's stocks, or a simple shape, like the hexagon form of a pencil.

The process hasn’t changed much since then. It’s mostly brainstorming, which can be summed up as:

What do I know about the character? (Personality, Role in the world and story, Any details, Any design changes)

What other objects/ideas do I associate with their object?

How can I combine those ideas visually?

There's also two general "rules":

Most of the time, the character's head resembles the silhouette of their object, to be easier to recognize (though there's exceptions, like Pencil)

All contestants with arms have humanoid hands, while armless contestants have alternative ways of grabbing things (like GB's claws, PB's paws, Black Hole’s little planets, etc.)

To give an example, here’s the simplified process for Nickel:

First, for the core idea:

Randomness/Playfulness (Personality) + Money (Object) -> Casino -> Coin Pusher (but doesn't have a very recognizable shape) -> Slot machines ! And then using the shape of his holes (Design Changes) for the slot icons.

Then, for the body:

Similar to GB "I have the same shape and limbs as her" -> He has a similar silhouette/size and a claw like hers. But he's got arcade claw machine claws, instead of her Doc Ock inspired ones.

Counterpart to Coiny "I'm going to be the new coiny !" -> Head is more or less the negative space/opposite of Coiny's.

There's also a vague idea of puppet boy/pinnochio mixed in there, with the way his mouth and articulations look.

It's a lot of fun to play around and test things out ! I usually sketch multiple ideas from brainstorming until something clicks. Hope it was helpful, thank you again for your kind words ! ❤️

[fervent-adoration]

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[naffeclipse]

Heya, @niexigo! I'm your Secret Santa! I hope you enjoy this little fic focused on Moon and a little romantic moment of seeing Christmas lights together! I had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy! Merry Christmas! <3

Lights on the Water

Moon x Reader Word Count: ~2,000 Warnings: N/A

Winter in the city means lights. Christmas lights, of course. The LED hues have begun to pop up like poinsettias along every home and elegant crystal white displays are out in front of every store. This is the best time of year—and there is much reason to celebrate.

A lot has changed since robots, animatronics, and any machine that wished to breathe gained recognition of their sentience. The last few months have been a swirling storm. Protests and hatred bring a cold shiver around the world, but it has not stopped the evolution of new life. 

You are grateful. Without the chaos, you wouldn’t be here, holding an animatronic’s hand. 

Your Moon. His digits are long, painted in silver and blue hues. He cradles your mitten wrapped palm in the pocket of his silver wool coat. It’s almost comical how much bigger he is than you. 

Standing well over your height, with limbs and hands to match, he engulfs you against his side in a bid to keep you warm against the December chill. You’ve seen so many models of animatronics, both humanoid and entirely machine, but Moon slots somewhere in the middle with his discus shaped head and deceptively thin limbs. His expressions are a bit more advanced, his mouth being able to move and his eyes able to crease and expand to emphasize whatever he may be saying. 

You stand together at the entrance of the city park. It boasts an impressive size, with plenty of acres for dogs, joggers, and little children who need to expel vast amounts of energy from their wiggling bodies. There’s even a sizable pond featuring a bridge crossing its width and holds tiny fish and ducks—though you doubt you’ll catch a glimpse of those animals in this frozen season.

The darkness is steep even in early evening, and carries a blue tinge that seems to spread like frost through the winter. Yet, it is perfect. The lights in the distance wrapped around trees, poles, and shaped structures are warm beacons. 

You lift your free hand to tug on Moon’s scarf. The silver and deep blue stripes wrap snugly around his spindly neck, but you fear the cool air might be hard on his inner workings. It is well below freezing. He tilts his head. His nightcap swings softly over his shoulder with a soft trinkle of a bell. The low glow of his red optics softens upon you.

“My internal regulation is a lot more advanced than yours,” he rasps, touched with mirth.

“I know that, but you weren’t built to be outdoors.” You tuck one end of the scarf into his wool coat. The thick and warm material reassures you while your fingertips are seized by the bitter cold air. “Let me know if you need anything, okay? A kiss to warm your cheek, an embrace to melt any ice in your system. As a human, I am naturally above the freezing temperature, and at your service.”

His scarlet-hued gaze crinkles in humor. He lifts a hand. Though you’ve found that he tends to run cool (thanks to his advanced internal regulation system) he can warm himself up to a decree that makes it all too easy for you to fall asleep in his arms on movie nights. 

“Hm, yes, you are very rosy-cheeked,” Moon murmurs. He palms your cheek, and your eyelids immediately flutter against the blissful heat of his touch. “Whatever would I do without my darling human to save me?”

“You’d freeze and become a pole or something. They might hang wreaths on you.” You snort at your own joke. 

“Har har,” he says dryly. “Snowball, leave the comedy to me.”

You lean deeper into his touch. His thumb caresses softly along your face, drawing underneath your eye before sweeping back a strand of hair that fell out of your beanie. This close, his optics dust you in a soft red glow.

Your favorite color of late has been red. His red eyes. The red ribbons he ties around his wrists with golden bells. The red ruffles around his neck. He’s bundled now, but he still looks at you with the scarlet light that makes you melt.

“Come on. The lights aren’t going to see themselves.” You force yourself to straighten out of the delicious comfort of his temperature. He chuckles, a mischievous sound that now fills you with a giddiness.

“Lead the way, Rudolph.” He boops your nose and turns to the entrance. Though, he doesn’t take a step without gathering your hand back in his and setting it within the safe confines of his coat pocket. He squeezes your palm once. You squeeze back.

He’s never seen the lights before. He told you this once as the holiday season approached, and it appalled you. Of course, how could he have seen any Christmas decorations and displays outside of the Freddy Fazbear Mega Pizzaplex? From what he’s told you, and from what you’ve gathered out of his selected details, the work conditions were not humane. Why would they be for machines? But regardless, you made him a promise, and he shared his enthusiasm.

Through the twinkling blue evening, you and him stroll inside the park. The very first lights are trees engulfed in lights. One purple, one yellow, one green, one red. You have not the foggiest idea how painstakingly long it must take to wrap each bough and the whole trunk of the tree until it’s a blazing torch in the night. The path winds softly through the burning bright trees. 

Moon turns his face up towards the light. You subtly watch him from the corner of your eyes, trying to study his reaction without making him feel like the focus of your attention. You’ve visited the park many times over the years to see the lights. Your only hope is that he finds it as beautiful as you do.

His optics are low in comparison to the bright bulbs. The light beams onto his faceplate, highlighting the curve of his shadowy crescent and coloring his pale other half. It catches on his cheeks. His teeth grin but there is a glimmering awe to the edge of his constant smile. 

You hold his arm, your other hand still smugly dipped into his pocket.

“There’s so much more,” you whisper to him, “but it’s pretty, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, pretty,” he answers in a gentle crackle of static.

He turns to look down at you. He stops a moment, and stares. You blink. Is there something on your face?

His expression softens before he pecks your cheek with a kiss.

“Come on,” he tugs you further down the path, “There’s more, right?”

Your face heats not simply due to the warmth of his mouth. The tip of your boot almost snags on your other leg as you try to step in time with him. In a hot haze, you force yourself to inhale a great frosty breath and bring yourself back into focus.

The animatronic knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

Deeper into the park, the displays begin popping up along the path. Instead of twinning around trees and filling the fronds like a forest fire, the lights take shapes after candy canes, reindeer, snowflakes, and Santa’s sleigh. 

“The kids would love this,” Moon says as you pass by a golden row of bows and ribbons twisting down the sidewalk. His job as Daycare Attendant remains a preference of his. The daycare he owns and runs, no longer attached to the Fazbear name, is just down the road from your apartment and his.

“Oh yeah, I always see families here,” you nod. You two arrived later—after the early rush in the hope of not being crowded and forced to move quickly to let others have their turn. It seems to be working for the most part. 

He hums thoughtfully while continuing down to a section dedicated to Christmas toys. An elephant with polka dots and a dolly with red braids and blue bows in her hair smile at you and Moon walking along. 

You shiver once. Your poor fingers are exposed to the elements, even with the defense of a glove, and suffering. A low chuckle emits from Moon. Before you can protest, he steps around your, freeing your one hand to stuff the other into his coat pocket. 

“What will humans become if they freeze?” he asks, deadpan. You pull a face at him. He breezes past your pout. “Popsicles? I could sprinkle sugar on you.”

��Ew,” you say, but laugh. “But probably. A human popsicle sounds about right.”

“Sorry, but I can’t let that happen,” Moon shakes his head. “You fragile humans.”

“Not fragile,” you announce, but he pulls your beanie down over your ears all the same. 

The display continues into a little north pole display featuring polar bears and igloos and sliding penguins. (You’re pretty sure penguins don’t live in the north pole, but who are you to criticize art?) Moon points out an ice fishing hole. You ask if he has any wanderlust for the great outdoors. He pauses and considers that he might want to experience a camping trip, but that’s more of Sun’s thing.

You make a mental note of that.

The path darkens as it winds further along. Moon walks closely beside you. His stride is considerably slower, thanks in part to you and your comparatively short legs. He doesn’t seem to mind. His digits interlock between your fingers. Cradling your hand, you sight at the sweet relief of his warmth easing the numbing sting of the cold. Your other hand, however, is beginning to freeze once more.

You can hold out. You’re not fragile. No matter how much Moon likes to tease.

Around the bend, the path lowers into a curving circle around a great pond. Moon lingers in the slightest as you watch him again. His eyes roam over the floating lights set in the shape of trees upon the water. The colors gleam and dance along the surface, reflecting yellow, red, silver, and soft blues in a bright effect. 

“This is my favorite,” you say softly into his shoulder.

He dips his head closer to you, though his eyes don’t wander from the beautiful displays. The twinkling lights reflect off of the water. You tug Moon further along the path following the edge of the water. Walking slowly, you allow him to drink in full view, enjoying the peaceful calm of a winter’s night with such warm lights.

“Beautiful,” Moon says once you finish a full loop around the pond.

You make a soft sound of content and lean closer against him. He releases your hand to wrap an arm around your shoulder and tug you in close. For a blissful heartbeat, you both watch the dazzling display, two mirrored versions of lights divided only by the waterline.

Moon suddenly laughs. You lift your head up in confusion to stare at him.

“You’re shivering.” He squeezes you a little tighter into his embrace. Indeed, once pressed against his wool coat, you realize your muscles are working hard to bring your body’s temperature back up.

“I’m fine,” you say, but pause, “They always sell hot chocolate at the very end of the path.”

“Alright,” he turns and lowers himself to you. He smuggles softly against your neck, and you breathe out in solace as the heat of his faceplate finds the cooled parts of your skin just under your chin. “Let’s get you some hot chocolate, then I’ll take you home.”

“Sounds good,” you murmur, your jawline bumping against his nightcap slightly. 

Moon rubs your shoulders in soothing circles, his heat slipping through your coat.

“Thank you,” he murmurs.

You smile though he cannot see it.

“Your welcome, sweetheart.” You think for a moment. “Does that mean you had a good time?”

“I did, and I still am,” he straightens. His grin is gentle in the darkness. The red of his eyes fills you with a molten adoration. “I think we should get going before you become a human popsicle.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you try to wave away his concern. You, however, grab his hand and press it to your mouth. Your kiss holds softly to his palm. His fingers curl gently against your cheek.

“Merry Christmas, Moon,” you whisper once you release his hand.

“Merry Christmas, snowdrop,” he answers in kind.