#frazzleboop

[starrspice]

So, I've been crazy obsessed with Sundrop, Moondrop and Y/N stuff as of late. One that i can't find much on is a Zombie Apocalypse AU

So I figured I'd draw up some quick designs my self.

Heavily inspired by the little written snippet by @frazzleboop

Feel free to send me asks about this AU,I've got so many ideas for it

Some Keypoint Ideas for this AU

The Pizzaplex burned down about half a month before the Zombie breakout began

Because of that most rubble, animatronics, bots, and supplies were left behind to rot

This AU takes place about a year and a half after the apocalypse began

Y/N travels alone for the most part. But stops through a few close communities (and is relatively well known in a few spots. They're kind of like a traveling trader)

The bite mark out of Y/N's ear is not from a zombie

The building itself remains largely untouched by scavengers during the apocalypse

but in an apocalyptic world robotics are worth a fortune (meaning sun/moon and any other surviving animatronics are at risk of getting attacked and stripped for parts)

Gregory and Freddy escaped before the fire took out the building. It is unknown if they're still alive (the same goes for the other animatronics)

Sun/moon were trapped and unable to move for that year and a half, mostly sitting in sleep mode (as a result they have resolved their issues for the most part despite moon still being relatively affected by the Afton Virus. He can just control his violent urges more now)

Sun and Moon are aware of the presence of Zombies. But since they were trapped as it all happened they have never had to deal with them directly (and sun would have a very hard time bringing himself to kill a zombie)

[frazzleboop]

Poor thing’s about to spontaneously combust~

Give him all the smooches. He too cute.

[glambots]

I found those videos of Moon reading Go The F*ck to Sleep! Enjoy! https://youtu.be/H70j5W560WQ https://youtu.be/8HwdKVhZmgA

Me after listening to these:

[tenthemonstertruckfairy]

On our way to McDonalds full of nothing but regret

ooo fizzyfaz great idea- nO WAIT GUYS WE CANT DO BOTH

...Uhoh.

aaaAAAAAAAAAAAA- NO MY GLASSES!!!

[artsy-icream]

AAAA ARTSY I had a dream last night of the Plex burning and it made me think of your animation with Izar and now I’m thinking like oh god, Marina going back into the Plex to get him and Sun and Moon and unable to find them but she finds Izar and has to convince him to leave with her and they stand outside the Plex and see other employees and animatronics and they’re checking around to see if Sun, Moon or Monty made it out and they don’t see them and assume they didn’t make it and AAAAA MY HEART— 😭😭😭

MY POOR BABY GURL HEART.

I KNOW I PULLED YOUR HEARTSTRINGS WITH THE ANIMATIC BUT DAMN! IS THIS YOU REVENGE??? IS THIS YOUR PAIN!!!?!! IF SO THEN I'M SORRRYYYY

(also send in more asks pls, about anything. I'm lonely ;~;)

[skytressmc]

Almost Kiss

A/N: this was requested by my good friend @frazzleboop for the fix bingo thing I reblogged a bit ago. Hope you enjoy!

‘I can do this’ Sun thinks to himself. ‘I can do this!’

‘Your just going to chicken out like before’

“Moon! Don’t be mean! A-Also! I didn’t chicken out! I just didn’t think it was the right moment to do it!” Sun argues.

‘Uh huh, sure.’

Sun chooses to ignore his counterparts mockery. He wanted this moment to be perfect. Everything had to be perfect! Just like you.

‘Sun its a kiss, not marriage.’

“B-But it’s our first kiss! I want it to be right!” He whines. He could practically hear Moon roll his eyes in their head.

‘You worrying isn’t going to help. Just, go with the flow. [Y/N] is going to like it no matter what. That’s just how they are.’

“Y-Your right. Thanks Moon.” Sun smiles. Moon huffs before mumbling a “Your welcome.”

“Alright! Let’s do this!”

Nothing was going according to plan. Sun tried multiple times to get you alone, but something always came up.

First it was the children. They came into the daycare a little earlier then he expected. But he couldn’t blame them. No, no. He could always find another time to be alone with you.

Then it was the Glamrocks, they made a surprise visit to the daycare for the little ones. Any other time he would just as excited as the kids. But he only felt annoyance as your attention was turned to the band instead of him.

Then is was Vanessa. Sun was so close! He had you cuddled up against him in a bean bag chair. Sun brought your attention to him, cupping your cheek gently.

“Sun?” You asked quietly. He mad a audible gulp noise with his voice box as he started down at you, his eyes glancing at your lips every so often. They looked so soft.

“I-I’ve been wanting to ask you something.” He stutters. You smile and nuzzle against his hand.

“Of course, I’m all ears.”

If Sun had a heart, it would be beating a mile a minute. Taking a artificial shaky breath and finally asks.

“C-Can we kiss you?” Your eyes widen for a moment, before a large smile graces your face. You let out the cutest giggle, the sound making his rays flutter.

“Yes, I would like that.”

Sun wasn’t sure what kind of noise left his voice box, all he know was it was a noise of excitement at your answer. Lifting his other hand, he cups your face completely. You let out a soft sigh at the warm of them.

Sun licks his lips nervously, before slowly leaning down closer to your face. You close your eyes, waiting for him to press his lips against yours. Sun was so close too, his lips barely brushing against yours. He could feel your breath on his own lips.

But as soon as he was about to close the distance, your walkie on the security desk goes off.

“[Y/N]? It’s Vanessa. I need you to come to my office for a sec.”

You pull back quickly, scrambling off Sun’s lap and running to the desk. You quickly answer the walkie, letting her know you were on your way.

You turn to Sun, he sat there in shock. You give him a sheepish smile.

“I’ll be right back! I promise!” You then ran out the daycare. Sun sat there for a moment, the whole event going through his mind before he let out a loud growl.

“OH COME ON!” He shouts to know one in particular.

‘I have to agree, this is getting ridiculous.’ Moon chimes in. Sun whines, flopping back into the bean bag. Would he ever get the chance to kiss you?

‘Let me try. If they see the lights are out, no one will bother us.’

Sun hated the idea, but he was right. No one came into the daycare when the lights are out. He groans rubbing the heel of his palms into his eyes.

“Fine, fine. But! As soon as you do it, let me out ok?”

‘Of course.’ Moon agrees. Sun gets up and goes to the light switch.

“Let’s hope this works.” He mumbles, flicking the switch and plunging the daycare into darkness. Sun doesn’t fight as Moon takes over, letting his counterpart take full control. It hurts less that way.

Moon stretches once in full control, letting his joints pop. “Now all we have to do is wait for our Starlight.” He rasps.

It was only took 15 minutes for you to return to the daycare. Though in Moon’s opinion, 15 minutes was forever.

He watched as you looked around the dark daycare confused. “Sun? Moon? Did the power go out again?” You ask as you look around.

Moon moves from where he was hiding. “No starlight, just wanted to come out as see you~” He purrs.

You jump letting out a squeak “Moon! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Moon snickers, moving closer and wrapping his around you as he hunches over you.

“I’m sorry my dear, but you are just so easy to scare. It’s quite cute.” He coos. He feels pride in his chest as your cheeks turn a pretty pink. You clear your throat and look away.

“A-Anyway, um not that I’m happy to see you, really I am! But why are the lights off?” You ask. Moon hums, moving his face closer to yours.

“Well my dear starlight, we kept being interrupted. So we thought having the lights off may help.” He can see your gulp with how close he was. Seeing you this flustered delighted him in so many ways.

“I-I see” You stutter. Moon lets out a raspy chuckle before pressing his forehead against yours.

“Shall we continue where Sun left off?” You nod, slowly closing your eyes. Moon glances down at your lips and leans in. He places a hand on the back of your hair as he tilts his head. He could feel your breath on his face. His fans went into over drive, blaring loudly through out the daycare.

Your lips brushes against him, your about to fully press yours against his lips when suddenly the lights turn on.You both jumped back startled.

Moon groans as he switches to Sun. He wants to fight it, but stops as not to hurt Sun or him.

“You good [Y/N]?!” a new security guard is by the light switch. “ Saw the lights off and got worried!”

Sun stomps his foot on the daycare floor “YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!” he shierks. You couldn't help but laugh.

[galacticxangel]

Me, with absolutely no organization to my methods, dumping this directly on my main blog with no warning: I AM CRINGE BUT I AM FREE.

This is honestly part of a big AU I have with @cosmic-anchor (who drew the base body as a commission thank you bb ilu) and I am willing to share if someone’s willing to ride. Personal confidence given by @frazzleboop and @sunny-day-dream tbh love your shit bbys

[frazzleboop]

Catch of the Day ✨☀️

Captain Sunny got me feeling some kind of way~

I don’t know how to draw bodies or clothes or… anything really but I felt like drawing something~ I hope you all like it… >////< *scurries off in embarrassment*

[frazzleboop]

Pirate Sun?

Pirate Sun~ ☀️ ✨

Because it’s incredibly relevant! Just you wait~

[frazzleboop]

My first ever sketch dump! Took all night to line digitally, but I'm super proud of how it all came out! Look at them! Lil' scrimblos. Also I fixed Sun's legs and gave him a booty cuz he's a pirate, get it

Also yes I know all the shaded colors are all over the place; I did each one separately and only thought about it afterward. Lol.

Please do NOT repost my art. Reblogs are totally fine. I'd love to hear your feedback! Hope you enjoy! <3

[frazzleboop]

Sun/Moon x fem!Reader WIP

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?” you counter, beginning to focus your energy on counting out the number of cups, lids, straws, and popcorn bags you would be needing to sate the appetites of the kiddos. “Are you going to just stand there and watch, or are you going to help me? Get some trays.”

Ben merely shrugs off the wall and grabs a few large serving trays from a cubby under the counter, setting them out as you set about organizing snack time, all the while peering at you with a strange expression. “Why do you talk to the daycare attendant like that? It’s not human. Don’t you think it’s kind of creepy?”

You don’t bother to spare him a glance, instead lining up the small cups and beginning to dispense the fizzy soft drink into them. Each child at the Daycare was given one pass for a free FazMeal at the diner or a pass for free concessions at the theater when there was a show scheduled, like today. Those, you would collect from Sun once the treats were passed out.

Ben, of course, is a teenager, perpetually edgy, angsty, and unimpressed with most things. And while you can’t exactly blame him—hell, you remember your teenage years weren’t exactly a walk in the park; now in your mid-twenties, you sympathized with your poor parents for having to put up with you, bless their hearts—it still strikes a nerve to hear him speak of Sun in this way. You adored Sun; his bright and bubbly personality was a breath of fresh air to you (especially when compared to Mr. Grumpypants over here). If you had even a smidge of an opportunity to work more closely with the animatronic, you’d have taken it in a heartbeat. It helps that you adore children, despite having none of your own. Working at the Mega Pizza Plex (and particularly the Daycare) was a dream come true for you.

“No, I don’t think he’s creepy at all,” you retort, correcting his improper use of Sun’s pronouns and passing the drinks to him to place their lids on; fifteen cola-flavored Fizzy-Fazzes down, now on to the popcorn. It was as simple as filling the bags, as the machine had been prepped and a fresh stream of fluffy kernels had been popped and perpetually heated only a few short hours ago. “He’s actually very sweet, not to mention he’s such a hard-worker; him and Moon. You have to be, in order to work with this many children every day.”

You think you hear him grumble something about “Of course it is, it’s programmed that way,” but you choose to ignore that with a sigh and a roll of your eyes. There was just no pleasing some people. Teenagers.

[frazzleboop]

[Lighthouse] - Pirate!Sundrop/Moondrop x Reader - Part 1

Here it is, finally! This took a while to write but I hope you enjoy it! I’ve got several ideas of where to take this story from here, but this is just the beginning! Ties into the last story a lil bit~ Quick Edit - Found a small grammatical error that was bugging me.

Words: 4,745

Cw: None

Pairing(s): Sundrop x fem!reader, mentions of Moondrop

Let these eyes be a lighthouse Let these arms be a safe harbor Let this heart be a long awaited shore - Tiffany Aurora

“I’m sorry, you want me to what?” You could only stare incredulously at your boss—or rather, at the very large silicone costume piece she now held aloft, wiggling it in front of you as though trying to tempt you with it. Your mouth opens and closes a few times, looking much like a gaping fish as your brain tries to process this new development in your career. She couldn’t be serious… “You know I’m a concession worker, not a character actor, right?” After a long moment of the two of you staring at each other, you let out a soft expletive on an exhale. “Oh my god, you’re not kidding, are you?”

“We originally had Tabitha lined up for this part, months ago, but then—you know—the baby and her being on maternity leave,” Sharon trails off, sheepishly, leading you to realize that there didn’t seem to be much forethought put into the fact that their only employee set to fill the role in question had been a ticking time bomb what with her pregnancy. Now, with Foxy’s Pirate Week looming on the horizon, the Pizza Plex’s only character actor was out for the next two and a half months, tending to a little one of her own, her first.—(You’d happily sent her a baby gift basket and a hand-written card practically begging her to bring her little one to work to meet the rest of the crew as soon as possible; you’d been so excited and a little envious that one of your coworkers was going to be a mother—damn baby fever…)—“I mean, I could have asked some of the other staff, but the regular kids all know and love you, and it would mean so, so much to them.”

Right, the children. As the head of your department—the lead concession stand attendant, and by extension, theater attendant—you got the chance to work with children of all ages, most of whom were regulars of the Superstar Daycare just outside your doors. It was a joy to see them all go parading through to catch a showing of the latest Fazbear Entertainment feature film, live magic or comedy show, or even one of Sun’s more theatrical puppet shows. Something you looked forward to every shift.

“Plus,” she continues, “Sun seemed to think it was a good idea, too, which is a first for me. I’ve never heard him so passionate about anything other than arts and crafts supplies.”

You blink. “Sun did…?”

“Yeah, he’s the one who suggested you for the job.” She shrugs a shoulder, nonchalantly. “Honestly, I don’t have the heart to disagree with him. You do like kids, don’t you?”

You do; absolutely, you do. But it was more than that. A big part of you (the former theater kid in you which you repressed after graduating high school to make it in the ‘real world’) is secretly loving this idea. To be able to dress up as a character, play a more direct part in making smiles appear on the faces of the kids who come around, taking pictures with them… There’s an odd twinge of nervous excitement and apprehension in your chest at the thought of it. ‘Pre-show jitters,’ you can’t help but think.

“What about the theater? Who’s going to take my shift?” With the influx of kids for this pirate-themed week of fun, you knew that the cinema was going to be swamped with showings of ‘Captain Foxy’s Pirate Adventure’. On a normal workweek, you could have anywhere between thirty to seventy kids a day going in and out of the theater. But the Pizza Plex had been advertising this week for the last three months; the sales department had pulled out all the stops to encourage more families to join in the festivities, even going so far as to offer season passes at a discount if made within the several weeks leading up to Pirate Week. It was everywhere on TV. There was a new wave of merchandise stocked up and even the promise of seeing the animatronics decked out in pirate- and nautical-themed costumes. It was looking to be quite the event.

You just didn’t want to think that your coworker, Ben, would be all alone, dealing with families and screaming children by the hundreds day in and day out. He was still a teenager, swamped with homework, midterms and college applications to look into. You didn’t want him to up and quit because you got moved to a different department during peak crazy season and left him to the sharks.

“We’re shifting several people around, so don’t worry. Ben won’t have any lack of help,” Sharon assures you. “And you’ll be compensated for this, I promise. I know that it’s super last minute, and I hate to dump it on you, but you’re really our only hope, [Y/N].” Again, she dangles the costume before you, and your eyes take in the tantalizing bloom of color swirling along the silicone. It is rather pretty… You had such a soft spot for costume design.

Think of the children. How could you say no to them?

You snatch the costume with a forced sigh, feigning your displeasure at the situation, even as the corner of your mouth twitches upward. “You owe me big time for this one.”

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

In all honesty, you could see why Pirate Week drew in such a large crowd. The Pizza Plex had spared no expense in making this the event to remember. Everywhere you looked, nautical themes and decorations galore. Children were given paper pirate hats at the entrance to the establishment, as well as a themed notepad for getting all the characters’ autographs. But it wasn’t until you clocked in and passed by Rockstar Row that you got a good look at the main attractions.

The fearsome foursome, the main band, dressed to the nines in pirate garb, complete with plastic sabers and faux flintlock pistols strapped to their hips. You’d never before seen the Glamrocks’ physical appearances change outside of specific advertisements, so it was almost jarring to see Freddy with a tricorn cap and long coat or Chica with a bandana and buckles. Though, you could have sworn her persona in ‘Captain Foxy’s Pirate Adventure’ was meant to be a mermaid—if the Chica of the Sea posters were anything to go by—but you supposed a fish tail would be too drastic and difficult a change for Parts and Services to achieve for the animatronic in question. After all, how was she meant to wander around the Pizza Plex and sign autographs for the kids if she couldn’t walk?

Besides, that was your job now, anyway.

For the next week, you would be delegated to several locations around the Pizza Plex, however your main port of call would be Kid’s Cove, just outside the Daycare’s lower entrances. Your costume in question being the large, bulky, heavy silicone mermaid tail you’d been given by your boss, along with a matching seashell halter top and the instructions for the face paint and hairstyle to complete the look. You weren’t about to lie; you felt both ridiculous and gorgeous simultaneously. An adult getting paid to dress up as a knockoff Ariel and wave at kids as they went by? You had to pinch yourself to make sure it wasn’t some wacky fever dream. This was your childhood fantasy come true.

Learning to put on the tail had been a feat in and of itself; the past few nights spent searching for tutorials on YouTube leading to practicing in your own bathroom. Why they’d gone for a silicone tail and not neoprene, you’ll never know. It was so much of a hassle to get into, requiring a couple hand towels to achieve a proper grip, as well as a water-based lubricant to get you slippery enough to slide your legs into the tail without damaging it. Plus, it was heavy and moving around in it was nigh impossible for you who were not used to it. Lucky for you, you weren’t expected to have to really walk around anywhere, and you were told you’d have someone helping you in the event you needed to move locations or get to the nearest employee restroom. In the meantime, you’d just get to lounge around whatever station they stuck you at for that time block.

Still, you had to admit, the tail was a beautiful piece, an intricately detailed monofin in a shimmery gold, silver and deep blue swirl. You vaguely wonder if you could convince your boss to allow you to keep it. Maybe it would come out of your paycheck, but it would be so worth it to own such a thing.

You prep yourself in the restroom, already having applied your makeup and hair at home ahead of time to the best of your ability to do so, you slip into the halter, self-conscious of how much skin it shows compared to your normal uniform. You aren’t exactly used to having your arms and shoulders so bare, nor having part of your chest and midriff exposed as the top hugged your curves. But, hey, a costume is a costume, and this is still a relatively kid-friendly design; it’s not like you were applying for a job at Ye Olde Pirate Hooters. With any luck, you wouldn’t get any snide comments or too much side-eye from the older crowd.

Getting into the tail is a whole other story, though. While you’re fairly confident in your ability to put it on, it still is rather heavy and cumbersome to attempt to move around in, you resorting to holding yourself up against a wall and giving a little hop to get around. Hopefully whomever was assigned to help you would be here soon; maybe they’d just bring out a wheelchair to steer you around in, who knows?

Your first stop, Kid’s Cove. The large play structures of Foxy’s pirate ship, large buoys, a bonfire, and a lighthouse and dock, as well as a statue of the esteemed pirate captain himself come swiftly into view. A seat on the dock next to the lighthouse sounds like the perfect place for you to set up shop, thus you find yourself hopping along, feeling a lot like some deranged mer-rabbit. Your less-than-graceful entrance did not go entirely unnoticed as you see several children on their way past Kid’s Cove or going to or from Monty’s Gator Golf turn their heads in your direction, some pointing you out to their parents, who turned to regard you with a chuckle that seemed more pity than anything else.

You manage a little waggle of your fingers in their direction, but mostly concern yourself with trying to not fall over. Balance was swiftly becoming an issue as you had to keep your momentum going, like the world’s longest and most embarrassing game of hopscotch. How far was it to this pier? Where in God’s name was your assistant?

Suddenly, you’re thrust forward as one good hop ends with the floppy monofin folding under itself and throwing you completely off balance. You let out a squeak of terror, arms thrown out to catch and hold onto anything, but it’s too late, there’s nothing to hold you up, and you redirect them to brace for impact with the ground.

But it never comes.

“Whoa-ho-ho! Ahoy there, Starshine!” A familiar, cheerful voice sounds in your ear as two strong mechanical arms wrap firmly around your torso and haul you back into a solid chest plate. Your hands go to grasp at those holding you in place and you crane your neck back to see the daycare attendant staring back down at you, wide, chipper smile in its usual place and white eyes beaming with glee. “Or should I call you Starfish?” You relax in his grasp even as you struggle to get your feet properly under you again.

“Oh, Sunny, thank goodness it’s you,” you breathe, relief flooding your system and chasing out the adrenaline rush from the scare of falling. Now that that crisis was averted… “What are you doing out of the daycare? Not that I’m not happy to see you.”

“Oh, right! About that!” he chirps, merrily, but stops himself abruptly, turning you slightly in his arms. “Oh– well– before we get to that, where are you trying to go?” You point to the lighthouse and the pier and he nods, quickly. “Gotcha, gotcha, alley-oop!” Sunny repositions his hands to support your shoulders and catch under your knees, lifting you into his arms like it’s the easiest feat in the world, and for being a seven-foot tall being made entirely of metal, you suppose it probably wasn’t too difficult. He had to be built strong and resilient to keep up with toddlers and young kids using him as their own personal jungle gym.

Being princess-carried by Sun hadn’t been in your list of things to do today, but you can’t say you were complaining. Far from it, actually. His grasp on you is strong and supportive, yet unerringly gentle and surprisingly comfortable. Your mind reels back to that day in the theater when he’d asked for a kiss and runs wild with the memory of it.

Oh, lord, you were not crushing on the daycare attendant animatronic, you were not.

Sunny places you on the pier, your silicone-clad legs dangling off the edge, and joins you there. One of his hands barely grazes your lower back for support as you shift yourself into a more comfortable position before turning to look at him fully. Well, color you surprised, for it seems that Sunny (and Moon, if you had to hazard a guess) had also gotten the pirate treatment. You’d never seen them in anything but their normal, everyday outfits that you hadn’t really expected to see them in much else. But yet, here he is, clad in what appears to be a loose shirt with billowy sleeves and an open, ruffled collar, and the same sort of striped, ballooned pants he typically wore, but stuffed into tall boots with the usual stylized curl to the toes. He’s festooned with all manner of belts, buckles, and frilled sashes, a plastic saber at his side, and several of the sun rays at the top of his head are pressed in due to the bandana and tricorn hat he now sports.

You weren’t about to lie; he looks good. Still the same tall, goofy, loveable Sun that the kids (and you) were so fond of, but you had to agree that most everything looked better when turned into a pirate.

“Oh, Sunny! Look at you!” You gesture to his outfit, barely able to contain your excitement. “You look great!”

The full force of his smile is turned your way, what rays are left around the sides and bottom of his face wiggling in enthusiasm. “Yeah, well, look who’s talking! You look so pretty, oh, the little ones are going to just love, love, LOVE you!” His arms snake around you and pull you into a bone-crushing hug. “Are you excited for today, Starfish? Are ya?”

Starfish. Well, if that isn’t the cutest nickname he’s given you yet, you don’t know what is. Your face warms at the sentiment before you pull your attention back to your previous query.

“But, wait, Sunny, I’m confused,” you tell him, turning in his grasp as he still hasn’t let go of you, “The Daycare should be open by now. If you’re here, who’s with the kids?”

“Oh, right, that!” Sunny taps his palm against the side of his head as if it had slipped his mind in the two minutes since you’d brought it up. The arms surrounding you slowly pull back to allow you room to breathe. He kicks his feet out off the pier and sways side to side; the boy couldn’t sit still for the life of him. It was so endearing. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear. The Daycare is closed for maintenance this week.”

Well, that was news to you. What a time for it to close. You’d honestly expected that the daycare would be full to bursting with little ones, and that Sun and Moon would have their hands full trying to wrangle them together into some semblance of playtime.

“Wow, so then I guess this must be like a break or a vacation for you, huh?” You go to lean forward to sit your elbows in your lap, but the movement nearly upsets your balance once again. It’s not a terribly far drop to the ground, but not one you’d like to stick a landing with using your face. Immediately Sunny’s hand shoots out to scoop high around your middle and right you with a warbling giggle and a soft “Careful, little Starfish,” out of his voice box.

“Oh, no, no, not really like a vacation. Though, I suppose I could call it a break from my usual work. But, nope, still working, just, out here instead of in there.” Sun gives your side a gentle shake to emphasize ’here’. “I’m going to be your ‘first mate’, all week! We’re working together! Isn’t this great?”

“You— huh?”

“Well, Tabi’s having her baby, you know, so the boss lady was in dire need of assistance, and I just knew you were the perfect, perfect, perfect fit for the job, so I brought it up to her, and she seemed to like the idea, and then I really thought about it. I said to myself, I said, ‘Well, gee, Sunny, if [Y/N] is going to play the mermaid, she’s going to need some help getting around the Pizza Plex, why don’t you be the one to do it?’ So I ran it by Moon and he agreed, so then I ran it by Ms. Sharon and she agreed, and so here I am!” By the end of Sun’s breathless ramble, he’s twiddling his thumbs together and beaming at you, expectantly, awaiting your reaction.

You can’t help the smile forcing it’s way past your lips. You’d always had a soft spot for the daycare attendant. Seeing his bright and bubbly personality day in and day out as he led several groups of children into the theater for movie time always had a way of brightening your day.

You didn’t get a chance to see Moon too terribly often, given his job was to lead the kids to the nap corner, but on the off-chance that the movie time began to run into nap time, occasionally you would see him leading the sleepy children back out and into the daycare, sometimes with one or two particularly drowsy tots tucked into his long arms. He would usually just offer you a small look of gratitude for doing your part in cleaning up after them, not really much for conversation; marching calmly along to the soft tunes of a lullaby that emanated from his form.

So, to hear that Sun’s more reserved sleepytime counterpart had had a say in the decision to oust you from the dim recesses of the theater and thrust you into the spotlight of a (albeit, minor) character role… well, you’re intrigued to say the least. And, hey, you’d always welcome any excuse to work one-on-one with Sunny. Who knows? Maybe it would also give you a chance to learn more about Moon, as well.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m glad I finally get to work with you, Sunny,” you admit, and that seems to make him just giddy, rays wiggling in delight. You smile back at him, infected by how happy he seems at the prospect of working together to entertain the kids. A thought occurs to you and you’re sure to raise your voice a smidge to add, “And you, too, Moonie, if you’re listening.”

You catch the way your sun-shaped coworker seems to pause and process those words, his smile doing its funny trick of seeming to shift and stretch even wider in a certain light, and now he’s practically buzzing in joy. “Oh, he is, Starshine, and he says ‘likewise’!”

It’s so strange. If you squint, you could swear that the coloration of his faceplate seemed to deepen a touch around his round cheeks; was he… blushing? You lean in to get a better look, finding he seems to be mimicking the action and bending more towards you, as well. He’s so close that you can see the detail put into the lunar-half of his face and the slight indents there to simulate craters; so close now that you can feel the warmth just rolling off his form. You’re suddenly reminded of his closeness from before, of him cheekily requesting a kiss on the cheek in the dim interior of the theater, a gesture it’s entirely too tempting to repeat. One you find yourself kind of wanting to repeat…

“There you both are! Oh, just look at the two of you! I couldn’t imagine a more perfect pair! Ooooh, the kids will be so thrilled!”

You pull back, head whipping around to see Sharon strolling towards you, using her hands to make a picture frame gesture as though she were sizing up the image of you and Sunny sitting together. You can barely hold back the blush creeping up your chest and neck at the thoughts that had just raced through your mind only seconds ago, covering your embarrassment with a cough and settling for picking at the edges of your halter and adjusting it, needlessly. Anything to keep your hands busy.

Could Sharon read minds? You certainly hope she can’t because it was going to be hard to explain the idea that you were thinking about kissing the daycare attendant. Again.

Oh lord, you are crushing on the daycare attendant.

Sun, oblivious to your internal plight, waves fervently as your boss approaches. “Helloooo Ms. Sharon! I was just telling [Y/N] that! It’s not every day that I get to stretch my legs outside the daycare. So many new and returning friends! I’m excited! Are you excited, Starfish?” He nudges you gently to bring your focus back from inside the space between your ears and into the present again.

“Well, you both look great. Glad to see the costume fits.” Sharon reaches out a hand and gives your arm a little rub. “Are you nervous?”

You shrug a shoulder. “I guess a little bit.” At this, you take notice of how Sun’s hand comes to rest lightly on the small of your back, large thumb rubbing a little circle into your skin in what you assume was meant to be reassuring. “I’m sure it’ll pass, though.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll do great. You have a good partner, after all.” Sharon lifts her head to fix Sun with a look. “Take care of her, Sun.”

The jubilant animatronic sways and gives your boss a salute. “Aye, aye, ma’am! Don’t worry, our little Starfish is in good hands!”

Putting her hands on her hips, Sharon gives the both of you another look over. “Good, good. Oh! Before I forget,” she says, moving to grab something out of her bag, “these are for you both.” She holds up what looks like small notebooks with the Fazbear Entertainment logo in the front, one each for you and Sun to take. “Sun, I trust you brought something to write with?”

“Oh, yes, yes, yes! How could I ever forget?” He hums to himself as he digs around in one of his pockets and produces a bunch of glittery gel pens in a variety of colors, before turning to you and fanning them out. “Which color do you want? You can pick first!”

“Um, this is for…?” you trail off even as you close your hand around one of the colors and Sun relinquishes his hold on it. You watch him debate between the remaining few colors for a good moment before finally picking two out; one for him and one for Moon, you’d guess. The rest disappear back into his pocket.

“Your autographs, of course,” Sharon states, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. Well, that does make some modicum of sense, though you hadn’t expected you would need to.

“Am… do I need to sign my name in character…?” You realize you hadn’t really been given a character name yet; had you known about it beforehand—(you probably should have thought about it sooner, you mentally kick yourself)—you might have tried to practice a bit at home in between your sessions of getting in and out of your tail. Most character actors you knew were supposed to practice and perfect their character’s signatures, likely having to sign a few thousand autograph books during the course of the day.

“Hmm, no, not really,” Sharon states, “This character is just a fun little side character for the children to interact with, with more appeal to those who may prefer a more… human approach. No offense, Sun.”

“None taken,” he replies, simply, with a wave of his hand. “Sometimes some of our new friends need to warm up to us animatronics, especially the wee little ones. It helps to have human staff around to ease their fears. Make sure they don’t feel left out of the fun, fun, fun!”

“Besides,” your boss continues, “you’ll probably see a lot of regulars who’ll recognize you, so there’s really no need for a character name. That would just be confusing. Just sign your name into their album.”

“But then why do we have books?”

“That’s another thing I asked Ms. Sharon for, Starfish!” Sun trills, and you peer up at him, curiously. “I thought it would be a fun treat to have the little ones sign our books, that way we have something to remember them by. And it’s sure to make them feel so special! After all, they’re the real Superstars.”

You grin, unable to keep the fondness out of your voice. “Aww, that’s so sweet! You really do think of everything, don’t you, Sunny?” He was so thoughtful, thinking of making the children’s experience the best it could be. Being asked for autographs from the characters you look up to? What a sweet sentiment.

Your robotic coworker seems to swell at your praise, a garbled mess of static echoing out of his voice box, obviously proud to be applauded for his consideration of what the kids would like. You honestly admire that about him. It makes the most sense, too; he was around them so often, day in and day out, so of course he would know best of what they would enjoy.

“Alright, well,” Sharon cuts in, checking her FazWatch, “I’ll leave you two be. Break a leg out there.”

“Don’t you mean a fin?” you ask, lifting your tail in emphasis. Sunny titters like it’s the funniest thing he’s heard all week and even your boss manages a chuckle. You crack a grin. You really like working with them.

“Just be sure to check the schedule and pay attention to your break times. Sun will help you get from point A to point B as needed, so don’t hesitate to ask him for assistance.” She looks up at the animatronic towering over you. “Got that, Sun? Make sure she’s taken care of.”

Another salute from Sun. “Yes, ma’am! Don’t you worry, I’ll keep a close eye on our Starfish!”

“I know you will. Have fun, you two.” With a wave, she heads off, taking down the rope barrier that blocks off the entrance to Kid’s Cove on her way out and gesturing to passing families to direct their attention towards you both.

You suck in a breath, seeing several children and their parents queueing up and looking in with idle curiosity.

Sunny’s large hand finds yours, tangling long fingers between your own and giving a little squeeze of reassurance. His soft, silicone-wrapped digits are warm as your palms press together and you quickly realize you’re staring at where your skin and his meet, intently. You swing your gaze up, up, up, seeing the daycare attendant leaning his faceplate closer and closer to you, that same swipe of color marring his cheeks as he gives the top of your head a little nuzzle. “You ready, Starshine?”

Leaning into his touch, you steel yourself before giving the most friendly, award-winning smile you can manage, an extra bounce to your voice as you submit to the role you now play. “Let’s knock ‘em dead~!”

[frazzleboop]

[Cinematic Theatrics] - Sundrop x gn!Reader

Took me long enough to get this out. Here's that tooth-rotting fluff I promised. Reader works in the theater.

Also, a note, there's no real gendered language used to describe the reader here, as opposed to the fem!reader I'd originally intended. Can't promise it'll stay gender neutral for future installments if they so happen to spring up. We'll see. Anyway, enjoy~

Words: 3,541 CW: None. Tooth-rotting fluff. Original male character who is a turd. 'Das it.

Cheerful music buzzes from the speaker above your head as you hum the tune to yourself. It was impossible not to get stuck in your head when it could be heard everywhere in the Daycare area and even here behind the concession stands of the Superstar Daycare Theater. Your hands grip at the damp rag you were using to wipe down the counter and soda machines when the soft thumping of what sounded like many small footsteps and the sweet tinkling of bells begins to creep closer and closer. Leaning slightly over the counter, you couldn’t help but smile as a small parade of toddlers and children began to march towards the Theater, a tall, bright figure leading the charge with a voice as bubbly and exuberant as his design.

The animatronic in charge of the daycare lifts his knees high, arms swinging joyously, unhindered by the multiple children practically clinging to his spindly yet sturdy frame. Though you didn’t often work very closely with them, you found Sun and Moon to be the highlight of your days working at the Freddy Fazbear Mega Pizza Plex. It was so interesting to be able to see such fascinating characters in action; the AI that had been developed for Fazbear Entertainment never ceased to amaze you in how much depth and realism each respective character had. Indeed, you often found yourself musing how downright human some of the animatronics seemed. Maybe in another life it would have been too eerie, bordering Uncanny Valley territory; maybe it should have bothered you how easy it was to accept the fact that, although they were made of metal, wires and plastic, you could so easily see them as people rather than objects made for children’s entertainment.

But, no, not to you. You lived to see this.

“The ants go marching three by three, hurrah~! Hurrah! The ants go marching three by three, hurrah! Hurrah!” A quick shift of his head has Sun beaming in your direction with a wave. “Hellooooo, [Y/N]~! You’re looking awfully swell today! Say hello, kids!” A chorus of children's voices half-shouting your name never failed to put a smile on your face as you waggle your fingers back at them, stretching your body to lean your elbows on the counter and count them as they slowly march by. “What’s on the schedule for today, Starshine?” he calls out.

“It’s your favorite, Sunny!” you coo, happily in response, watching the solar rays surrounding his faceplate spin rapidly in glee, arms outstretched in a pose that radiates pure elation at the news.

“Oh, ‘FazTasia’! Wonderful, wonderful! Popcorn and Fizzy-Faz all around!” he cries, causing the children to scream in cheer at the news that there would be soda and snacks to go with their movie.

“You got it,” you reply back easily, keeping that mental count in your head of how many would be needed to hand out to every child. It looked to be a total of about fifteen kids; thankfully you weren’t the only staff member working the concessions because heaven knows you couldn’t grab it all on your lonesome, even with your prior experience in the food service industry. “Anything for you, Sunny! Enjoy your movie, kids!”

At your words, the daycare attendant animatronic seems to jolt and spasm for the briefest of moments, kicking a leg out in his enthusiasm at the slight praise. “Wow, wow, wow!” He seems to almost puff and preen at that, a more defined bounce in his step as he and the gaggle of kids at his heels disappear further into the cinema. You chuckle, shaking your head; it really was too easy to rile him up. The littlest glimmer of praise and compliments and he instantly became a puppy wagging his tail.

You turn your attention to your coworker, Ben, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and giving you a stare that seems to be equal parts judgement and amusement. “What?” you ask, a twinge of bashfulness causing the blood to ride it’s way to your face.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?” you counter, beginning to focus your energy on counting out the number of cups, lids, straws, and popcorn bags you would be needing to sate the appetites of the kiddos. “Are you going to just stand there and watch, or are you going to help me? Get some trays.”

Ben merely shrugs off the wall and grabs a few large serving trays from a cubby under the counter, setting them out as you set about organizing snack time, all the while peering at you with a strange expression. “Why do you talk to the daycare attendant like that? It’s not human. Don’t you think it’s kind of creepy?”

You don’t bother to spare him a glance, instead lining up the small cups and beginning to dispense the fizzy soft drink into them. Each child at the Daycare was given one pass for a free FazMeal at the diner or a pass for free concessions at the theater when there was a show scheduled, like today. Those, you would collect from Sun once the treats were passed out.

Ben of course is a teenager, perpetually edgy, angsty, and unimpressed with most things. And while you can’t exactly blame him—hell, you remember your teenage years weren’t exactly a walk in the park; now in your mid-twenties, you sympathized with your poor parents for having to put up with you, bless their hearts—it still strikes a nerve to hear him speak of Sun in this way. You adored Sun; his bright and bubbly personality was a breath of fresh air to you (especially when compared to Mr. Grumpypants over here). If you had even a smidge of an opportunity to work more closely with the animatronic, you’d have taken it in a heartbeat. It helps that you adored children, despite having none of your own. Working at the Mega Pizza Plex (and particularly the Daycare) was a dream come true for you.

“No, I don’t think he’s creepy at all,” you retort, correcting his improper use of Sun’s pronouns and passing the drinks to him to place their lids on; fifteen cola-flavored Fizzy-Fazzes down, now on to the popcorn. It was as simple as filling the bags, as the machine had been prepped and a fresh stream of fluffy kernels had been popped and perpetually heated only a few short hours ago. “He’s actually very sweet, not to mention he’s such a hard-worker; him and Moon. You have to be, in order to work with this many children every day.”

You think you hear him grumble something about “Of course it is, it’s programmed that way,” but you choose to ignore that with a sigh and a roll of your eyes. There was just no pleasing some people. Teenagers.

“Just help me with these, would you?” Exasperated, you grabbed the plastic tray with both hands, hoisting it into the crook of your arm and shifting your weight to help balance it. While it was tempting to just give Ben the fifteen soft drinks to carry on his own, in the spirit of fairness, you’d divvied the snacks equally between the two of you; in part, you didn’t want to be responsible if the kid happened to trip up and dump all the drinks on the head of some hapless toddler, thus making more mess for Sun to clean and fuss over, though you also acknowledged that though the popcorn bags weren’t a great burden, their distinct lack of weight compared to their height only meant they were slightly more top-heavy and liable to tip over on the tray and spill. Either way, you were saving yourself and Sun a mess to clean up later.

Not that you’d ever seen the happy-go-lucky attendant seem to mind much. True, he was programmed to see to it that any messes made were promptly and efficiently cleaned before they became a hazard to those in his care or to his fellow employees, but he also never seemed to get truly upset over it, either. Always taking whatever the day threw at him in stride (unlike certain coworkers you’d not mention by name). The perks of being a machine crafted specifically to cater to and keep up with children and their boundless energy; Sunny was a (literal) ray of sunshine who never seemed to tire the way a human would.

Spotting Sunny doing his absolute best to wrangle the children into some semblance of order in the front rows of the cinema, you and Ben begin your trek down. Spot lights illuminate the small section of stage before them as they clamber about, squirming over the padded bench cushions and colorful foam play blocks strewn about the area, while a Fazbear and Friends cartoon advertises the glorious treats to be had at the concession stands. Within seconds, several of the tots have taken notice of your approaching figures and a cacophony of cheers erupts, causing Sun to turn his head in your direction. His static grin almost seems to stretch wider as the light casts a shadow across his faceplate, though you’re fairly certain that is an impossibility.

Even still, you find yourself grinning right back, unable to help it. You watch as the rays around his head spin and wiggle in delight as you draw near. “Wonderful, simply splendid! Oh here, let me help you with that, Starshine!” the animatronic enthuses as he rises and takes the tray from your hands, holding it ever so carefully to allow you to begin passing around the treats to the kids.

Once everyone settles in, he passes the now empty tray over to Ben, who takes it with an averted gaze and a groan, even as Sunny thanks him heartily for his service. You muster a stern glance at the back of Ben’s retreating head as he seems only too eager to get as far away from Sun as he can, but even then, as you bask in the presence of your most favored animatronic, you can’t find it in you to be frustrated for more than a second or two. Sunny just has that effect on you.

The children happily chatter away as they wait for the show to start, the company commercials starting to roll just like in any normal cinema would. Backing away a bit so as to not make a nuisance of yourself getting in the way of the kids, you crook a finger at Sun, who is only too happy to follow you those few steps, looming over you as he shifts from one foot to the other. Ever the restless bundle of energy, this one.

“You have their passes?” Lowering your voice, you hold out your palm. Sun’s grin only seems to get wider, a trick of the light, as the LEDs of his eyes dim ever so slightly, as though he were squinting at you. For having a fixed appearance, he sure could be expressive with the limited range he possesses.

“Of course I do, silly,” he chirps, brightly though not as loud as he usually is, dialing down his boisterous nature to accommodate the theater setting. It was an amazing example of his advanced AI, having the ability to recognize such social cues from his surroundings and adjust his behavior accordingly. From a pocket in his pants, he produces the aforementioned Theater Concession Passes—(“Good for one free popcorn and Fizzy-Faz with the purchase of a Superstar Daycare/Theater Pass! Complementary refills at select locations. Offer valid for date of purchase only. Certain exclusions apply. See S.T.A.F.F. for details!”)—and waves the stack in your face. “They’re all right here, see?” The animatronic makes as though to put them in your hand, but seems to think better of it and snatches them back, dangling them out of your reach. “What will you give me for them, hm? Hm?” Sun’s voicebox is low but excited, giddy, teasing you as he uses his towering height to his advantage.

This isn’t really so odd of an occurrence. The daycare attendant animatronic was rather quirky and playful, even to staff, much to the chagrin of your fellow employees who didn’t seem to care much for Sun’s antics. You, however, were a different story. You could play his game. Resting your chin daintily on your knuckles, you simply smile at him as you shift your weight from one side of your hip to the other. “Okay, I’ll bite. What would you like for them this time, Sunny?” Often enough when he got into these playful moods, he would usually politely request an extra concession snack for himself—though, truthfully, you weren’t even sure if he actually ate it considering his mouth didn’t move or open; it was much more likely that he shared it amongst his little charges instead, sneaky Sun smuggling them extra treats before naptime—or perhaps a few extra FazCoins to pass out to the kids so they could each have a chance to stop by the arcade and play a game if they liked.

Sun hums to himself, mimicking your stance and pretending to think about it a moment. “Hmmm, how about…” He draws it out for so long, you begin to wonder what’s on his mind. Usually he’s all too eager to ask for those extra snacks, knowing exactly what pleading tone to use to get his way. Something lights in his eyes, and you briefly think you see a faint flicker of color there—blue, red, blue in a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it pass—before they turn back to their normal pale white, leaving you wondering if you really saw anything at all. “How about, for these passes, I get…” He leans his faceplate in closer, leering over you. “…a kiss!”

If you’d been drinking anything in that moment, you’d probably have spat it all out in Sun’s face, sputtering for a reply. That was the last thing you’d expected him to ask of you. Where did THAT come from? Who taught him that? “A… kiss…?”

“A kiss,” he confirms, merrily, waggling the passes once more. “Then these are aaaaaaall yours. Whaddaya say, Starshine? Just one little kiss, right here.” He turns his face towards you, tapping a long, spindly finger on the rounded portion of his cheek. How does he manage to look both smug and shy at the same time, you wonder. It’s honestly adorable. “Pretty please?”

This… didn’t mean anything, right? Certainly didn’t—couldn’t—mean what your poor disheveled mind was trying to twist it into… It had to be the children. Or– or maybe even their parents! Sun must have seen one of the kids giving a kiss to another, or a mother kissing her husband, and thought that maybe that’s just what friends do. Because you were friends. Everyone was Sun’s friend, but you especially considered yourself his friend, because, well, you liked Sun. And Sun sure seemed to like you, but that didn’t mean— It didn’t— He didn’t “like you” like you, did he? Was that even possible, because you’re fairly certain that—

You cut off your panicked inner monologue mid-ramble as you blink and take in the sight before you. Oh. Oh, he’s still waiting, looking at you rather expectantly, and just how can you say no when he asks so politely and looks so sweetly back at you? (Could you get in trouble for this? Well, nothing in the employee rulebook specifically states that you shouldn’t kiss the animatronics, and it is just a peck on the cheek, right?) “O-of course, Sunny.” As if it were the most natural course of action that you weren’t overthinking and overcomplicating. It’s a kiss. Just a little kiss. Between coworkers— friends.

Placing a hand on his head, you turn Sun’s faceplate more towards you and away from the little ones sitting not ten feet away—(hopefully they were too invested in their soda and popcorn to notice and any who looked your way would think perhaps you were just sharing a secret with their daytime guardian; hopefully.) Having to stand on the tips of your toes rather than dragging him fully to your level, you lean in, finding that he’s also doing the same. He wants this.

Your lips touch the smooth, warm texture of Sun’s faceplate, and you can feel through that brief contact the way he thrums with energy and electricity, mechanisms vibrating and gears turning and fans whirring away underneath a shell of plastic and what feels like soft silicone. Pulling back, you spot what looks like stars and hearts pulsing within his eyes and he rocks back on his heels as though knocked for a loop, like a living cartoon. Large hands come up to cup his own face and he swoons with a glitchy, warbled “Wo~owza!”

You giggle to yourself; what a ham. There’s a soft sound, as of someone clearing their throat, and you nearly give yourself whiplash as you spin towards the entrance to the theater, where Ben was peering around the corner, probably wondering why you were taking so long, with a look that was quite possibly disgust and judgement but you couldn’t tell from this far away. Oh boy. You avert your gaze elsewhere, face burning and you cough and hold out your hand to Sun again, who, it seems, still hasn’t composed himself either. “So, the, uh, the passes?”

“Oh yes, yes, yes! It’s only fair, only fair,” Sun says, rocking forward once more, practically caging you against the theater wall. You throw your hands out to press against his chest as though to hold him up but he merely crouches down to your level and begins counting out the tickets aloud. “—fourteen, aaaaaand fifteen! There we are! All present and accounted for!” He eagerly presses the stack of passes into your palms and you curl your fingers around their weight. “Thank you so, so much for your hard work, [Y/N]!” And he leans back, addressing the children even while his attention never leaves your form. “What do we say, kids?”

A chorus of children’s voices—both semi-harmonious and oddly discordant with the varying levels of attention and enthusiasm from the little tots—reaches you, gratitude for the snacks and drinks. Only some seem to really bother to look your way, as they’re all mostly buzzing with sugar-fueled energy and anticipation for their movie. “You’re all so very welcome. Enjoy the movie,” you manage in return, face still warm as you shove the tickets into your waist apron. Hitching a thumb in the direction of the concession stands, you avert your gaze from Sun once again. “I should get back to work and get that movie going.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Sun enthuses, already recovered from the kiss in record fashion. “Don’t want to keep you from your work. Thanks again, Starshine. I’ll see you again on the way out.” The soft inflection of his tone seems so…. hopeful, like he’s looking forward to it, and you’re not entirely sure what to make of that.

But before you can pull away entirely, a large hand curls around your own and lifts it. You follow the motion in puzzlement before Sunny bends his mechanical neck and presses his faceplate against the tops of your knuckles, a soft mimicry of a kiss, the only way he knows how. Even embellishes it with a soft “mwah”. The gesture is so tender and… dare you call it, romantic of him? Where did he learn these emotions from, these downright human expressions?

Something in your chest tugs and squeezes and begs to be analyzed further, as he lifts his face to stare at you once more, color blooming to even his cheeks now. Your fingertips chase the pigmentation, swiping across his face in a gentle caress that he leans into with a hushed exhalation from his voice box.

You allow your hand to slip from Sunny’s face and the moment is broken. He straightens, skipping back off to join the kids at the front of the cinema. Wiping your palms across the front of your apron, you nearly trip over yourself in your haste to get back to the counter. Bringing up your FazWatch, you enter in the command to finally queue up the movie for the group in there, hearing the cheers of the children as the lights dim ever so slightly and the opening theme music to FazTasia begins to swell.

Returning to your spot, you take up your cleaning rag from before and set about tidying up your station, even though you’re lost in thoughts of a certain jovial robot in the next room, currently singing along to the music of the movie that plays. Feeling eyes on the back of your head, you scoff and try not to look Ben in the eye, knowing full-well he’s there and staring at you like you’ve grown two heads. Finally, unable to take much more of his silent stare, you snap. “What?”

Ben merely scoffs and shakes his head. “Seriously, gross.” You roll your eyes and get back to your work, yet your peripheral vision catches the small subtle quirk of his lips.

“…So, when’s the wedding?”

He has to duck to dodge the heavy rag you violently chuck at his stupid grin.

[frazzleboop]

Me: **uses the word “pain” three times within eight sentences** Ugh… this is making me cringe why don’t I use a synonym…

Also me: yOu DoN’t uNdErStaNd gUyS tHeRe’S sO MuCh PAIN—

[frazzleboop]

Captain Moondrop sees something he likes~ 🌙✨

More pirate sketches because I’m obsessed what can I say? Added a few bells and whistles and a neck bandana because it’s hard to draw ruffles.

And just remember,

To err is human;

To Arrr is pirate~

[frazzleboop]

You say you have ideas for Eclipse

now you have to tell us

Thems the rules

Aaaa, okay~ also, I don’t really know how much of this is necessarily ideas so much as a reflection on what I’ve seen so far done with the Eclipse character concept and what I may want to eventually write for, myself. And by Eclipse, I mean the glitchy sun from the Balloon World arcade game in Sun and Moon’s secret room. I don’t know or think there’s really any in-game lore to explain it which is why there’s so many cool fan concepts surrounding it.

Mostly what I’ve seen of the character seems to fall into one of two typical categories:

Eclipse as a third ‘mode’ that Sun and Moon can activate to sort of combine their forms and awareness that seems to generally be regarded as a scary yet protective guardian of sorts, who isn’t afraid to resort to violence when faced with someone they consider a threat.

Eclipse as their own individual animatronic separate from the other two attendants that either was intended to replace or be replaced by them. Has their own personality apart from the other two. (Mostly I’ve just seen art concepts regarding this rather than read any actual fics about it; the first scenario is the more popular one amongst my fellow fanfic writers it seems).

What I haven’t seen too much of yet is Eclipse seen as a glitch or part of the virus, treated as an infliction. But just imagine~

The Sundrop we are presented to in game is a paranoid, anxious mess, yes, but pretty much harmless, and Moondrop is more clearly under the effects of the Vanny Virus; this seems to be the general consensus.

What if our lovable Sunny was even more unhinged? What if Sun started to become infected with the virus? What if neither of them were safe to be around? Hell, what if this “Eclipse mode glitch” turned Moondrop into the safer of the two? Because Moondrop can only come out in the dark and at the end of every hour for only a certain amount of time. Imagine being hunted nonstop by a Sundrop whose anxiety, paranoia and overall desire to be loved and have fun are corrupted, twisted and perverted into a demented shadow of his former self?

I’m going to enjoy writing for it; it will be so angsty, self-indulgent and may require some cw tags but mama didn’t raise no bitch so I’ma do it