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The Cat, The Sun, and The Moon

Fnaf fanfic

Sun/moon x female oc

Part 5

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, mechanical repairs, obsessive behavior, angst, mentions of past trauma, brief choking, bruises

Summary: Sun’s jealousy and overbearing behavior finally gets the better of him, while Tabby gets a heavy reminder that Moon still might have some problems with his code…

Feedback appreciated, 18+

Sun watched as an unknown car pulled up alongside the apartment, his optics narrow as Tabby stumbled out of the back seat.

“Whose car is that?” He asked under his breath, holding open the curtain with a single finger.

M: It’s a registered Uber…

“Hmmm.” Sun frowned. He stepped away from the window, moving to wait near the door.

M: Sun…

“Hush.” He hissed, “I’ll handle this.”

M: That’s what I’m worried about.

The door was opened minutes later, Tabby not expecting to see the apartment brightly lit. It was very late.

Her eyes fell on Sun, face brightening. Seeing her reaction to him made his chest hurt, but his jealousy and concern clouded his thoughts like a storm.

“Oh, hey you!” Tabby smiled, “Whatur you doin up?” She struggled to remove her giant boots, almost falling over.

He scanned her: blood-alcohol level high, raised dopamine, raised heart rate, nutritional deficiencies and low hydration.

When he didn’t answer she looked up, “Sun?” She asked, confused.

He was uncharacteristically still, standing straight and stiff.

“You’re drunk.” Sun’s voice was low, arms crossed with a scowl plastered over his face.

“Am I?” She asked sarcastically, snorting.

“Come home late, alone, and drunk.” His scowl deepened.

Her smile fell, putting her bag down to pad into the kitchen. She put a hand on her hip, “I did, and is that a problem?”

Sun scoffed, turning away.

Tabby asked again, more pointedly, “Is that a problem for you?”

“Is that-“ he started, almost flabbergasted. He rounded on her, exclaiming, “It’s dangerous! You could of been hurt or taken advantage of or kidnapped or or or-“

“I'm fine!” She snapped back, “I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

Sun made a sound making her go on, “I never go out, this is the first time I've seen a friend in months!”

Her eyes were glassy, head swimming as she went on, “I can handle myself.”

Sun snorted, “You’re a mess!”

“How dare you!”

“How dare I? How dare I?!” He put his hand over his chest, exaggeratedly, “How dare I care about you? How dare I take care of you?”

“I lived just fine before you.”

“‘Fine’ is a gross overstatement of your living standards.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to shame me!” Tabby screamed, tears running her makeup, “I never asked you to take care of me!”

“That’s our job!” Sun’s voice cracked as he shot back.

“You are not a caregiver anymore!” Her voice was harsher than she intended, “This isn’t the daycare and I’m not a little kid!”

Sun jolted, looking away.

“You can’t parent me.” She went on, stepping closer, “Look at me!”

Sun flinched, turning back towards her, beginning to shrink into himself.

“I’m not your child, I’m not your girlfriend, and I sure as hell am not your wife.” Tabby’s voice was hard, a sharp warning following, “So don’t you dare think you have any say in what I do, where I go, or who I see.”

Sun’s optics flicked over her: to the flushness of her cheeks, the mascara running from the tears, and the high rate of her heartbeat. He’d never seen her so angry.

He wilted.

“Understood?” She pressed, trying to keep herself from shaking.

“U-Understood.” He managed.

She held her gaze on him for a moment longer, reaching for the light afterwards. She flipped the switch, forcing Sun to convert to Moon.

He looked at her with heavy concern, body tight.

Tabby pushed past him, slamming the door to her bedroom. Moon stayed stone still for many long moments, unsure what to even do.

She rubbed her eyes, smearing makeup into an even worse mess. She felt like shit, hangover mixing with the little amount of sleep she’d gotten.

Standing, Tabby had to take a moment for her vision to clear. She frowned, seeing multiple pieces of paper that had been slid under her door during the night.

Picking them up, she thumbed through them.

I’m sorry.

Written in yellow crayon below a colored picture of herself, Sun, and Moon. The next one was like the first but a bit more messy, the writing ‘Sorry Sorry’ scrawled across the top in a dark blue marker.

She huffed, sitting the drawings on her bed before unlocking the door.

The apartment was quiet and unusually dark, curiosity getting the better of her.

Moon stood in the darkness corner of the kitchen, furthest away from the balcony doors. He was still, head tilted 90 degrees.

“Moon?” She blinked, confused.

His head clinked to the opposite side.

“Why isn’t Sun out?” She asked, adding, “Isn’t he supposed to charge?”

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star.” His voice came softly, mouth not moving as he sang, “How I wonder what you are…”

Tabby sighed, patience thin, she ran her fingers through her hair, huffing, “I don’t have time for this.” She looked back at him, adding, “I have to get ready for work.”

Moon didn’t move, watching as she started the coffee machine.

“When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.” He sang quietly, music box tinking along to the tune.

Tabby took some aspirin from the cabinet, swallowing it dry as she watched the coffee trickle into the pot.

His head clicked back to its normal position as Tabby padded into the living room. She pulled the curtains closed across the balcony, cutting away a large portion of the apartment’s light.

Before she turned away from the curtains, she froze, feeling a puff of hot synthetic breath.

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are…” Moon’s voice sang into her ear, the sound hissing a bit as it left his voicebox.

Tabby took in a breath, fingers clenching the fabric still in her hand. She steadied herself, letting go of the curtain to slowly turn.

His faceplate was inches from her face now, unmoving in its toothy smile.

“Coffees ready.” He informed, hunched forward to be eye level with her.

In no mood, Tabby blew a chunk of hair out of her face, lifting a hand to gently pat the cheek of his faceplate. The gesture was more patronizing than kind, Tabby using the last pat to shift him to the side slightly, “Thanks bud.”

The contact made the animatronic falter, despite whatever feelings charged it, moving easily to let her by. He turned his head to watch her go, fingers coming to touch over that shadow of contact, optics flicking to the way her hips swayed in her night shorts.

Finally getting coffee, Tabby took a deep drink, softening a bit of her frustrations. Seeing Moon still stuck in place she snickered, “Didn’t break you, did I?”

The sound of her giggling brought him back to himself, dropping down to all fours to crawl around the back of the couch into the thicker darkness.

Taking another sip, she informed, “You know I’m not mad at you.”

Moon peeked out, red optic curious.

She gave him a weak smile, “You specifically, though. Sun can eat my ass until he’s man enough to talk to me.”

Moon’s face split into a smile at that, making her own lips deepen into something more genuine.

“You are welcome to steal the phrase.” She sighed, sitting the cup down.

Moon shook his head, admitting, “Can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Can’t.”

That answer piqued her interest, turning fully towards him. He looked like a cat, tangled up on himself to crouch as small as he could manage. “Why can’t you?” She asked before answering her own question, “Ooooh right…the language filter.”

He gave a small nod.

Tabby got a mischievous look on her face, making Moon tilt his head. “Would you like to?” Her lips curled into an evil grin.

Moon mimicked the sentiment as the idea wormed into his mind. He gave her an enthusiastic nod.

“I’ll brainstorm how to solve that little issue while at work.” She nodded, adding, “Speaking of, I need to attempt to look like a functioning member of this fair city, if you’ll excuse me.”

Moon watched as she dramatically made an exit to the bathroom, tuning out Sun’s complete breakdown in their shared headspace.

The day went by slowly, Tabby going back and forth between stewing and regret, the warehouse giving her mind too much time to wonder.

She sat in her car for some long moments before finally steeling herself to enter the apartment complex. Whatever she’d prepared for wasn’t the storm she actually encountered.

The apartment was filled with smoke, coming from the kitchen. The fire alarm sounded as Sun panicked. The smoke came from the oven and a pan on the stovetop, something bubbling and black within.

Tabby dropped her bag in shock, quickly closing the door so the smoke didn’t get out to the main complex’s fire system.

“Sun?!” She yelled.

The animatronic spun around, optics wild.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Sun chanted, voice shrill with panic. He kept apologizing as Tabby ran for the corner cabinet. The apartment’s fire alarm blared overhead, mixing with Sun’s freak out. Tabby pulled out a bright red package, ripping it open to then throw its contents over the pan. It was a fire blanket, instantly smothering anything within.

Sun stopped, going silent as they watched a trickle of smoke leak from under the blanket. Tabby took a breath to steady herself, moving to pat the blanket to further cut off oxygen.

“Okay…” she sighed, moving to pick up a chair, taking it over to the wall. She stood on the chair, taking the battery out of the fire alarm. Finally, there was a welcome quiet.

As she carefully stepped down, Sun started blurting out apologies again. His voice was still strained with stress, his rays almost completely retracted.

“Sun.” She tried to say but when he didn’t hear her over himself she yelled, “Sun!”

He froze, optics darting around. He held himself, trembling a bit, hunched forward to make himself smaller.

“Just…what happened?” She asked tiredly.

“I…I…I-I wanted to a-apologize.” He tried to explain, voicebox skipping a bit.

“By burning down my kitchen?” Tabby hugged.

“W-Was trying t-t-to make a cake.” He looked at his feet, shamefully, “I…I just w-wanted to a-apologize…”

Tabby smiled softened, padding closer to take his faceplate gently in her hands. She lifted his face up, Sun looking confused.

“Shhhhhh.” She soothed, “No one got hurt.”

“But I-“ he started, her correcting.

“You made a mistake.” She hummed, “We’ll take care of it. Right now, come on…” she moved to take his hands, leading to the couch. They sat down, Sun still stiff and withdrawn.

Voice thick with bewilderment and fear, he asked, “You aren't mad?”

“About this?” She gestured back towards the kitchen.

He nodded.

“No!” She soothed but added more seriously, “But you need to be more careful with cooking. Baby steps ok?”

“Okay.” He agreed instantly.

“No, I am still upset about the other stuff,” she informed.

He tightened again, rays sucking back in.

“Honestly I’m more pissed about this morning…” she elaborated, crossing her arms as she leaned against the couch.

“More than last night?” He asked softly.

“Mhm.” She nodded, going on, “Made me stew all day about it instead of just talking to me…”

“I was afraid…” he whispered, leaning forward and looking at his feet, “I don’t want you to be angry at me.”

She pressed, “So just talk to me.”

“I’m sorry.” He started, “About last night and this morning.” His voice sounded genuine, making Tabby soften.

“I’m sorry too.”

“What?” Sun looked up, confused.

Tabby swallowed, admitting, “I went too far…I shouldn't have said some of that stuff.”

“I was mean to you.” He frowned.

“Yea…but you are also alone here every day.” She huffed, looking down, “I’m just not used to someone always caring so much, it feels…overwhelming…sometimes.”

Sun’s fingers twitched, wanting to hug her and comfort her but he restrained, trying to internalize her words.

They spoke of boundaries: of what would be healthy and expected of two adults that share the same space. Sun agreed to not police her ever again, unless something was actively dangerous; while Tabby agreed to be more understanding of Sun’s need to take care of people and his loneliness.

They apologized again, Tabby making a special note about her harsh words that morning. Sun was quiet the rest of the afternoon, helping clean the kitchen.

Tabby found some incense to assist in removing the burnt smell.

“More smoke?” Sun asked, rays retracting.

“This is nice smelling smoke.” She smiled, stepping back, “Covers up the stinky stuff.”

Sun got closer, optics following the thin curling wisp of smoke as it trickled towards the ceiling. “What smell is it?” He asked, curious.

“‘Dragons’s Blood’”

His face scrunched up with amusement, “How do they know what dragons smell like?”

Tabby giggled, “That’s a company’s way to give themselves freedom to make shit smell like whatever they want.”

Over the next two weeks things went fairly smoothly, there was an undertone of wariness, however. Sun clearly wanted something more, to openly express certain feelings, but was mindful to keep most to himself.

Their new clothes came in the mail, both animatronics excited to try on their individual outfits: Sun picked out a colorful hoodie with a dinosaur-like decorative ridge on the sleeves, with orange and white striped pants; while Moon chose a galaxy themed hoodie with a pair of grey sweats decorated with a star pattern.

Sun beamed excitedly, flapping his hands, finally adorned in bright colors again.

He stood on his tiptoes, hands in the air, mimicking the pose his statue once held at the entrance of the daycare. The little display was all for Tabby, showing off his outfit.

She clapped, making his rays spin.

Tabby worked late that night, by the time she busted into the apartment excitedly Moon was already active.

“I figured it out!” She announced, swinging the door open quickly.

Moon jumped, optics wide with surprise. His head swiveled around to look at her. He was sitting knotted up on the couch, movie playing on the tv.

“I think I know how to override the filter.” She went on, locking the door carefully.

Moon tilted his head, faceplate following her as she sat all of her items down in their respective places, info dumping on him all the while.

“I’ll need to run some simulations to make sure before I go picking around your brains, but….” She turned towards him, a smile on her lips, “Think it will work?”

Putting him on the spot, Moon shrugged.

“Well, I hope it will.”

True to her word she worked well past the time Moon had designated as her ‘bedtime’. He shuffled into her office, looking annoyed. Her desk was scattered with cans of soda and energy drinks, a few snack wrappers as well.

Moon didn’t police what she ate, he could honestly care less, unlike Sun.

His optics shifted around to take in the whole scene, falling onto her: bent forward like a shrimp, blanket over her head. He snorted with amusement, her looking like a cartoon witch.

“Hey.” She commented, glancing at him after the sound.

His head tilted as he came closer. “Naughty, naughty.” His voice rasped low.

“But I figured out the thing!” She argued, “That should get me some good girl points.”

“Past your bedtime.” Moon informed, bending over her chair, faceplate over her.

She looked up, inches from one another, pouting out her lower lip.

“But-“

“No buts.” He scolded, taking the back of her chair and starting to push it and herself into the hallway.

“Hey!” She exclaimed, when he didn’t stop she crossed her arms in a huff.

“Choo choo.” Moon pushed her into the bathroom, “Naughty express, first stop.”

She grumbled in response.

“Brush teeth!” Moon urged, unmoved.

She stood, going to the sink with an indignant, “Uhgggh.”

Moon patiently waited, a toothy smile plastered over his face. As soon as she was done she attempted to go around him but he was firm, blocking the doorway with the chair.

“Moon!”

He tapped the chair again, smiling wide.

“Oh my god…” she huffed, sitting back down with crossed arms.

“All aboard!” Moon announced cheerily, “Next stop: Bed!” As he backed up the chair back into the hallway. Tabby seethed, Moon taking her into her room and right in front of the bed.

When she didn’t move he shook the chair a bit, announcing, “Last stop: Bed.”

“Do you want me to sleep in my clothes?” She turned a bit to eye him.

The smile looked suddenly forced. She was unbothered, holding his gaze. He shook the chair again expectantly.

“Fine!” She stood, moving to the bed.

“Naughty kittens get the bedtime train.” Moon informed, moving to pick up a pajama shirt from the floor.

“That one is dirty.”

“Whole room is dirty.” He quipped, making her snort.

“Will you at least take my chair back?” She asked, taking the shirt from him.

Wordlessly he complied, just picking up the chair easily to return it to the office. By the time he returned, Tabby was in the pj shirt, under her blankets. To his annoyance, however, she was on her phone.

Moon took it, making her whine loudly. “No tiny internet.” He scolded, “Sleep.”

Tabby gave an exasperated sigh, flopping back. “Why are you so mean?” She huffed.

“No mean.” Moon stepped closer, placing her phone on the nightstand before tucking her in. She opened her eyes to watch. “Tight.” He hummed, “Bed bugs no bite.”

Her lips cracked a smile with amusement. “Do I get a Goodnight kiss too?” She asked cheekily.

Moon covered her face with his hand, pushing her into the pillow gently as he growled, “Brat.”

“So is that a no?” She giggled.

“Brats get no kisses.” He informed with a frown, pulling his hand away.

“Remember that.” She winked at him, making his fans kick up.

He grumbled under his breath, going to leave. Her voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Goodnight Moonman.” Her voice was soft.

He looked back, annoyance forgotten. After a long moment he gently spoke back, “Goodnight…starlight.”

“Alright, that should have overridden the language filter.” Tabby smiled, looking up from her computer.

Sun was sitting on the desk, a cord running between his head and the computer tower. She shifted a bit excitedly.

“Well?” She swirled the chair more towards him.

“Well?” He echoed, tapping the tips of his fingers together.

“Test it out!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up excitedly.

His rays drooped a bit, the nervous twitching kicking up a notch. He started to stammer a bit, looking worriedly.

“Come on, it’s just to test.” Her smile faltered, “Just one ‘naughty’ word.”

“T-That’s not a-“ he was cut off.

“I’m going to dim the lights and ask Moon.” She sighed leaning forward.

He threw out his hands, halting her movements, as he huffed, “I am capable of anything he is!”

“Then let me have it.”

“…well”

“Lights being dimmed.” She warned, hearing the beginning of a protest before the overhead light flipped off. The only illumination now was from the rainbow LEDs from all her electronics.

Sun went limp for a moment, telltale clicks and the sound of sliding metal as he switched over to Moon were audible.

Moon’s optics blinked to life, a red glow adding to the room. He sat up, tuning his faceplate towards her.

“Fuck.” His voice box rasped, deadpan.

“Thank you.” She giggled, nose crinkling a bit.

He made a show of rolling his eyes, leaning back. “Fuck.” He spoke again, trying to elicit another reaction.

He did indeed get a reaction, just not what he was looking for.

Tabby swiveled back towards the monitor, “Don’t make me regret it.” After typing for a moment, she asked, “How much ass chewing are you getting from Sun?”

Moon smiled knowingly, but didn’t answer.

“We looked up the thing.” Sun informed, voice a bit lower.

“The thing?” Tabby questioned, not turning away from her computer.

“The um…the…ass…eating?” He whispered the word ‘ass’ nervously.

Tabby straightened, brows furrowing as his words processed. She suddenly burst into laughter, making Sun’s frown deepen.

“Why?” She managed through tears, “Why would you look that up?!”

His rays retracted, looking away. “You said it and I didn’t know what it meant…” he informed.

“I assure you, I meant it differently.” She leaned back, catching her breath.

“It can be used as a…creative…insult.” He agreed, going on, “But the rest of it too.”

“Mhm?” She smiled knowingly, only imagining what horrors his internet search dredged up.

“Humans…like that?” He asked curiously, voice wary.

“Some definitely do.” She nodded, “You’d be hard pressed to find something someone isn’t into.”

“Eeeeeeeehhhhhh.” Sun’s rays retracted fully with that realization making Tabby laughter all over again.

While they were cleaning up after dinner a knock came to the door. Sun turned, a smile faltering.

“Did you order something?” Tabby asked, moving towards the door.

“No…” he responded from the kitchen.

She carefully opened it just enough to peek outside, guard dropping almost instantly.

A woman stood on the other side, looking flustered. Tabby recognized her as the single mother that lived a level down, they always had nice interactions in the past but she really didn’t know much about her. If she remembered correctly, her name was Mia.

“I’m your neighbor..” the woman started, eyes red and swollen.

“From D5?” Tabby asked.

“Y-Yes.” She nodded.

“Is everything okay?” She asked nervously, “I’m sorry if it’s the noise…”

“No! No…” the woman shifted a bit before she blurted out, “I already asked Samantha and my normal babysitter quit last week. I don’t know who else to ask.”

Tabby glanced worriedly back into the apartment to Sun. His rays were retracted.

“It’s my kids.” She tried to explain, “I don’t know who to ask, you are always so nice to us and I wouldn’t even ask if it wasn’t an emergency.”

Tabby nodded, worry thickening.

She swallowed, “Could you please watch my kids, just for tonight?” She begged, desperation in her tone, “There’s a family emergency and I need to go to the hospital as soon as I can.”

Tabby caught Sun nodding, practically vibrating with excitement.

Mia took the pause as reservations, pressing, “Just for tonight, they are good kids. And I’ll pay you!”

“Yes.” Tabby nodded, “I can.”

“Oh thank you!” She looked as if a weight was lifted from her shoulders, going on to say she’d pack them bags and bring them up soon.

Tabby closed the door, that worry turning into a pit in her stomach. She suddenly was hugged tightly by an overexcited Sun.

Mia returned quickly, a small girl in tow. The girl was around five, with dark skin, expressive brown eyes and a mess of curls in two Afro buns. Her pjs were bright pink like the backpack she carried, with colorful clips in her hair. The mother carried a car seat and bags, a baby boy sleeping peacefully inside the seat.

Tabby held open the door, the girl wandering in as Mia expressed her thanks again.

“It’s Mr.Sun!” The small child yelled, bouncing up and down while pointing.

“Dakota!” Sun exclaimed, mimicking her movements of over excitement.

The girl squealed, running towards him and hugging his legs. Sun scooped her up, smiling wide, “I missed you!”

“I missed you too!” She nodded, adding, “Mommy said I couldn’t go see you anymore.”

“I didn’t think they could…” Mia admitted softly, confusion on her face.

“I used to work at the Plex.” Tabby quickly explained, “After the fire they were just going to scrap the animatronics and I didn’t want that to happen to Sun…”

The mother nodded, “He was wonderful with the kids, the daycare shutting down did a number on us.”

“Please don’t tell.” Tabby begged.

The mother smiled, “You are doing me a favor by watching them,” she looked up to Sun and Dakota catching up, adding, “And I’m thankful she’s in good hands.”

“You look different.” Dakota looked over his face critically, reaching up to touch the new faceplate.

“I've had a little work done.” Sun pretended to fluff his nonexistent hair with his free hand making the child giggle.

“Thank you again.” Mia handed over packed food and a list of needs, “Sun knows about the kids, but I have a list ready of when to put them to bed and when to feed them. I’ll call after I find out what’s happening at the hospital.”

“Good luck.” Tabby nodded, taking the items, “They will be safe here.

The mother said her goodbyes, kissing her babies and telling them to be good. The boy was still asleep while the girl was just overjoyed to see Sun, they hardly noticed their mother leaving.

Tabby put the food in the fridge, turning to see Sun knelt down talking to the child.

“Want to see our box fort?” Sun offered, adding, “It really needs to be decorated more but I don’t know if I can handle it all be myself…”

“I can help!” Dakota offered instantly, “I brought stickers!”

“Stickers?!” Sun exclaimed.

“Yea!” She ran for her bag.

Sun straightened as the small child dug through the backpack. Tabby wandered up to his side, asking softly, “So you’ll be alright?”

“More than.” He nodded, “We are going to have so much fun!”

“Good.” Tabby smiled, “Let me know if you need any help though, okay?”

“You bet!” Sun beamed before moving to follow the child as she ran into the living room, careful to pick up the car seat with the baby on the way.

She worked a bit on her computer, coming back into the main area for a drink. Sun was standing in the border between the kitchen and living room holding the baby while watching the older girl play.

Sun rocked back and forth softly, patting the baby’s back in an effort to burp him, his optics were half lidded with contentment, looking fully in his element and happy. Tabby has never really seen him with the children when they worked in the daycare, it usually pickup time by the time she clocked in. She watched him, how every movement was gentle, something inside her fluttering about.

He’d be such a good dad..

She thought to herself.

Sun glanced up to her, giving her a warm smile. It made that feeling thicken, she quickly looked away.

He was her roommate, and an animatronic. Not to mention they’d just recently had a talk about boundaries and space…

She couldn’t be weird now, pushing the feelings down.

Dakota loved cartoons, content to color on the floor while the tv played. She had been one of Sun’s more better behaved kids.

She helped Sun decorate their box fort, drawing a whole field of flowers along the bottom edge. Sun showed her his glitter pens, both working together to add sparkle to each flower petal.

“Hey…Tabitha?” Sun asked softly, the time was getting fairly late by that time.

Tabby looked up, unused to hearing her full name from him.

“I might have to cash in that offer.” He looked a bit ashamed, rubbing his hands together. Tabby noticed he had stickers stuck all over his exoskeleton, a bit of glitter glue staining his hoodie sleeves as well.

“Is everything alright?” She stood, a note of worry in her tone.

“Oh everything is fine!” He quickly soothed, voice low, “It’s just that…well…”

He looked away, “I just put the kids down to sleep, could you take over from here?”

“Like watch them?”

“Yea.” He looked back, nodding, “Just be close if they fuss.”

“Sure.” She followed him back into the main area.

The living room was dimly lit, little pallets made on the rug with extra blankets and pillows. Sun was careful to stay in the light of the kitchen.

Tabby tiptoed around to check on the kids, both sleeping peacefully. Satisfied with their current status, she went back into the light of the kitchen.

“It’s this…Moon’s part?” Tabby asked cautiously.

Sun’s smile faded, taking a moment to answer, “Moon isn’t comfortable…”

That answer could mean multiple things, but Tabby chose not to pry further. Sun seemed uncomfortable as well around the subject.

She padded around the island to lean against the counter next to him.

“Did you know we weren’t designed for the Daycare?” Sun finally asked, breaking the silence but also careful to keep his voice soft.

“The theater?” Tabby answered, “I read a little about it when I first was assigned that side of the Plex.”

“Yea…” he nodded, looking off in the distance, seemingly in thought.

After a moment of silence he went on, “We were a performer first, a caregiver second. Different stages, but the kids never stopped enjoying our act.” He smiled warmly in remembrance.

“Do you miss them?”

“Every day…” Sun admitted, the natural mirth in his voice absent. He rubbed his wrists a bit in thought, “They were a handful, but they made me feel needed…important.

“After the theater closed we were afraid of being scrapped…we wouldn’t have been the first.

“The daycare gave us a second chance, and the kids always looked at us like we were special, not just a hunk of metal that could be replaced..”

He let out a sigh.

They stood there in the kitchen for a long while, just watching the small forms of children as they slept. It was peaceful.

“I’m happy to see some of them again.” He murmured, “To know they are ok.”

The baby woke multiple times in the night, Sun needing to carefully instruct how to help from the light of the kitchen. Tabby slept on the couch so as to be close, jumping up to see to the baby.

She was nowhere near the level of confidence with children as Sun, even holding the baby looked awkward. But they figured things out, Sun giving a soft smile seeing her rock and patting the child back to sleep.

Despite her lack of grace with the task, she had a natural gentleness about her when holding the baby. It was a good first step.

As soon as the sun rose, the animatronic wandered back into the main room to take back over. Tabby had to go to work in the morning, needing an unhealthy amount of caffeine beforehand.

By the time she said her goodbyes Sun was making breakfast for the little ones. He assured her he could handle the responsibility of safely returning them to their mother during the day.

Tabby’s Email:

SunnyBoi420: They had to go back home.

TabbyCat666: I’m sorry Sun

SunnyBoi420: They are safe and where they are supposed to be.

TabbyCat666: You gonna be ok?

SunnyBoi420: We will.

ManintheMoon290: sad

TabbyCat666: Moon ;0; Not you too, you’ll make me cry. Maybe you can see them again, they live really close?

SunnyBoi420: I hope so! Don’t worry about us, okay.

TabbyCat666: I’ll see you in a few hours.

SunnyBoi420: Be safe, we miss you!

Sun was quiet when she returned, dejected as he wandered around the quiet apartment. He wasn’t much for conversation, Tabby giving him space.

“I’m going to go get some stuff done on the computer, okay?” She informed softly.

“Okay…” Sun nodded, not looking away from the window.

The hours ticked by quickly, Tabby not realizing how late it was until the sound of breaking glass roused her away from the screen. Her stomach sank with apprehension.

The walk down the hall felt unnaturally long, the apartment too quiet in the wake of the previous sound.

Every light was off in both the kitchen and living room, the balcony curtains pulled shut. The darkness was inky black, just small pinpoints of light from the few electronics scattered around like stars.

“Moon?” Tabby called out, hearing a plate break. Worry shot through her, calling again, a bit more intensely, “Moon?”

A shape shifted in the darkness; single red optic coming into view, one single orb of red like a blood moon.

She sucked in a breath, realizing his movements were jerky and tight.

He shifted forward, feet crunching the broken bits of porcelain. Tabby tried to take a step back, head turning just enough to look down the hallway, an escape.

That small lapse of direct eye contact was enough, Moon covering the distance between them in a moment. She was pushed back against the wall, breath knocked from her lungs.

Red optic blinding.

His hand enveloped her throat, just tight enough to make a point. He flexed a bit, faceplate tilting closer.

“What do you have inside?” His voice rasped out.

Tabby gulped, the feeling straining under his hold. “Organs…bones…blood.” She whispered, “All the parts that make me work, like you.”

“Like me?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“Y-yeah.” She tried to nod, “The parts are different b-but it's what makes us work.”

“Hee hee hee.” Moon droned out, face getting closer. He tightened his hold, making her gasp and grab at his arm.

“How easy will it be to fix you?” He asked, voice so low it was hardly audible, “If you break?”

Tabby squeezed her eyes shut, trembling. Tears ran down her cheeks, breath shallow under his iron grip.

Moon froze, optics going black. Tabby cracked open an eye, seeing him go completely dark for a moment.

He blinked back awake, processing her in his hold. Moon released her instantly, taking a shaking step back.

Tabby gasped, knees wobbly as she leaned against the wall for support. Redness already bloomed on her skin.

Moon’s optics flicks between her and his hands, almost confused. A whirring sound came from him before he dropped to all fours and disappeared into the darkness.

She stumbled down the hallway, just wanting to make distance between them. Going into her office, she shut the door, moving a file cabinet in-front of it. She trembled a bit, falling into her desk chair.

As the fear subsided her mind wandered back to the old schematic she’d looked over.

The moon animatronic was designed with a cool blue to his eyes, a calming color…

Her chest clenched, “Fuck.” She cursed, turning towards her computer.

Over the last few weeks she’s saved so much data about the two on her computer, compiled information to better fix and maintain them. Her fingers flew over the keys as her eyes scanned over the screen.

The more she dug the more her panic rose. Little occurrences over the last weeks making more sense; just seemingly small bouts of anger falling into place.

Moon still had the virus…

Tabby worked at the computer all night, eyes burning and throat dry as she toiled. It was her job to catch these things, to fix problems in the programs when they arose…and she’d missed it. Or maybe she was being ignorant to the signs on purpose.

With every hour that ticked by, another horrid realization started to sink deep in her gut: She couldn’t fix it…

Most of the virus was connected to the mainframe and was severed when they were snapped free of it. Some bits of code, however, was so interlaced into their programming that removal would come at the cost of important software.

It had wormed itself into their personality, into their memories and self. The small echoes of the virus so deeply rooted with them it would never come out without killing everything that was connected.

She kept trying, running simulation after simulation in a desperate attempt to find some solution.

It was her job….

A soft knock came to the door, making her jump. Her heart thumped around in her chest like a caged animal.

“Tabitha?” came Sun’s voice, thick with concern.

“S-Sun?” She called back, voice strained from a dry throat. Without waiting for a response she stood to move the cabinet.

Unlocking the door, she carefully opened it.

Sun was there, rays retracted.

Tabby hugged him, shaking a bit.

Sun hugged her back, leaning down to softly place his faceplate on the crown of her head. He glanced up, optics widening. “Have you been up all night?” He asked worriedly.

Tabby broke the hug, stepping back a bit to answer, “Uh..yea, yes.” She went back to the computer, sitting down to explain, “I don’t know why it took so long but I finally realized Moon still had the virus…So I've been trying to…” her voice perturbed off.

Sun could see the status updates of the most recent simulation from the doorway.

“I…I don’t think I can fix it.” Her voice was hardly over a whisper.

“Starlight…” Sun came closer, reaching out for her to offer comfort.

She finally looked up at him, her resolve shattering. Tears welled from her eyes and she sobbed, “I can’t fix it.”

“Hey, hey.” Sun hummed, going to his knees to hug her closely.

“I can’t purge the system without hurting you!” Tabby cried, hands over her face, “Getting rid of the virus completely would get rid of you too.”

Sun patted her back, optics downcast. “It’s alright, Starlight.” He soothed, “We know…”

“You know?!” She looked up at him, mascara running down her face.

Sun gave a shallow nod, face solemn, “The virus is rooted too deep, mixed up with what makes us unique…It's been so long…It's not your fault.”

“But I’m supposed to take care of you, and fix you.” She argued, crying afresh.

“And you do!” Sun pressed, taking her by the shoulders gently, “But some things can’t be fixed.”

Sun moved to hug her again, this time Tabby clinging onto him. She couldn’t stop crying now that she’d started, breathes coming in hiccuping gulps. Sun scooped her up, lifting her easily as he stood. He cradled her, carefully taking her to the bedroom.

By the time he’d set her down in bed and retrieved the tissues she’d started to calm, sobs quiet and bubbling. Tabby thankfully took the tissues, cleaning up her stained face as she caught her breath. Sun sat on the bed’s edge, hands folded and looking at his feet.

Once she’d calmed enough he finally spoke, “What happens to us now?”

“What?” Tabby looked up, confused.

His rays began to retract, “Now that you know we can’t be fixed. That we are….dangerous.” He couldn’t look at her, fear evident in his stiff shoulders, “We can’t stay with you.” He spoke the words as if they were certain, an inevitability that darkened over their future.

“What? No.” She sat up more.

“No?” Sun echoed, head swiveling towards her.

“No, why can’t you stay?”

“You could be in danger.” Sun stated.

“Moon is…chaotic.” She agreed, “But we can manage it, we can look for the signs. Right?”

Sun held her gaze for many moments, “Starlight…” he finally spoke, “This may never get better than what it is right now. We are much better here than how we were at the Plex but-“

She cut him off, “We can handle it.” Tabby reached for his hand, Sun accepting the contact immediately. “This is out of your control, sometimes people act in ways they wouldn’t because of something deep inside. It happens to humans too.” She squeezed his hand, “We will handle it; even the bad days, and we’ll see them just as that: bad days.”

Sun broke this time, pulling her by the hand into another hug. Tabby made a sound as the air was squeezed from her as the animatronic made sobbing staticky sounds from his voicebox, chanting how much they would try.

Tabby queerly listened, too exhausted to give anything else meaningful to the interaction. Finally calming enough to realize she was drifting, Sun quieted and helped her back to laying down.

She let him tuck her in, looking up to him with puffy red eyes. “Last night was just a bad day…” she reassured.

“…yes.” Sun agreed, gently brushing hair from her face, large hands softly petting her a bit to follow.

Her eyes drifted with the soft pleasure the simple act brought. “Will you do something for me, Sun?”

“Anything.” He answered honestly, a smile at his lips.

“Work together with me?” She asked, adding, “For Moon? Maybe we can catch the bad days before they get too bad.”

“No more secrets.” Sun agreed, “I’ll let you know if our systems feel off in any way.”

She nodded, giving a weak smile.

Sun stepped away from the bed, padding over to the plushie shelf, retrieving one. “Here.” Sun hummed, bringing the Roxane plush to the bed, carefully tucking it next to Tabby, “Roxy is very good at chasing away any danger.”

Tabby gave a worn out giggle, but didn’t question the sentiment.

He softly closed the door on the way out, wandering into the kitchen, lost in thought.

“Moon?” He whispered.

Silence.

“Moony?” He tried again, hand coming up to his faceplate.

Moon was quiet, withdrawn and shut off from him.

Like before…

“Hehehehe…” A strained laugh trickled from his voice-box, optics falling on the broken glass and porcelain around the kitchen. “Clean up, clean up!” He smiled wildly, kneeling down to start picking each shard up with manic glee.

#it’s not his fault #sun gets to see an old friend tho #can things stay at platonic? 👀#the cat the sun and the moon #fnaf fanfic #fnaf sun/moon sun/moon x oc

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