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[bitterkarmaa]

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This has been rotating in my head non-stop

‼️TW SEIZURE‼️

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Sun had emphasized how important it was for everyone to be present during family movie night. Eclipse understood that, honestly. How would it be family movie night without the whole family?

He supposed that they’d just have to find that out tonight.

If he had to watch Air Bud one more goddamn time, he might just kill everyone in the room. And, contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t exactly want to do that.

So, he’s resolved himself to hide on the platform that overlooks the theater, peering in between the bars of the banister. His rays are retracted, the vibrant colors of his clothes hidden by a blanket that he has pulled over his shoulders. Plus, added bonus, it keeps him warm. Today isn’t a great day physically for him, so the extra comfort is appreciated.

When the soft chatters of everyone else begins to filter up to him from below, signaling his family’s arrival, he backs away from the banister and scuttles towards the door hidden amongst the various boxes and crates of equipment. With one last glance over his shoulder, he hears Rays quietly ask where he is, with Blood Moon’s more firm voice not far behind.

He lingers, one hand on the doorknob.

“What if he’s gotten himself hurt again? What if he’s stuck somewhere? What if-“

“Blood, he’s fine. He’s probably just skipping out on movie night because we aren’t watching one of his cheesy horror films.” Moon’s sharp voice cuts in, a sigh leaving his mouth as Blood Moon continues to grumble behind him.

“Hurt?” Rays’ soft, yet mortified tone paints a picture of his expression in Eclipse’s head: eyes wide, blanket pulled tightly over his shoulders, shaking fingers curled into the fabric. It’s almost enough to make Eclipse reveal himself and come down. Almost.

“Yeah, he’s kinda a danger magnet.” Moon admits, moving towards the staircase that leads up to the platform Eclipse is hidden on.

“I doubt he’s in danger, though. He usually gets paranoid when he’s doing stupid shit, but he’s been pretty chill lately. Have you tried calling him?”

Blood Moon pauses. “No.”

“Try that, then get back to me.”

Moon takes the stairs two at a time. Eclipse knows he likes to show off, since he only does it in front of others.

Tsk. I could do that, too.

Eclipse opens the door, slipping into the hallway behind. In a slight panic, he tugs on the handle, pulling it shut behind him as quickly as possible. Not long after, he hears Moon’s footsteps outside.

With a sigh of relief, he turns away from the door, facing the rest of the corridor.

He lets out half of a yelp before slapping his hands over his mouth, glaring daggers at the tall figure before him as Moon’s movements pause outside.

Familiar red eyes stare down at Eclipse, albeit dimmer than he remembers. He slowly uncovers his mouth as Moon continues on with his task, presumably getting the movie started.

“What are you doing here?” Eclipse hisses under his breath.

Kill Code blinks. Slowly, carefully, as if uncertain what the action’s purpose is. Acting on autopilot. Eclipse is further disturbed.

“…hello?”

Kill Code shakes its head slightly, letting out a huff. “My hall. You know this.”

Eclipse leans back, crossing his arms over his chest, reassured by Kill Code’s more familiar behavior. “You can’t own a hallway. I needed somewhere to hide. Can you help, or not?”

Kill Code narrows his eyes, his claws twitching at his sides. It sways precariously on unsteady paws.

Eclipse fights the urge to move forwards and steady him.

“Follow.” It grunts, turning around and beginning to saunter back down the hall. Eclipse hesitates a few moments before trailing behind, keeping his footsteps light in comparison to Kill Code’s heavy stomping.

It’s small things that catch his attention. The stumbles, the pauses. The way each step seems to take all of Kill Code’s energy. So much effort for a single movement.

Then, Eclipse jumps again, startled by the ringing of a call coming in. Kill Code flinches, too, tail lashing through the air as it turns to growl at Eclipse.

Eclipse stumbles back, Blood Moon’s contact flashing across his sight. He declines the call in an annoyed(and maybe frightened) frenzy, trying to move away, a snarky quip ready on his tongue to dismiss himself back to his sons. But a hand with long, sharp claws closes around his wrist, pulling him closer instead.

“S-Stop, stop! Dad-“ Eclipse grits out, trying to pry himself free from Kill Code’s grasp. For a moment, Kill Code remains still, gaze hauntingly hollow. Before long, however, it releases Eclipse, robotically leaning away once more.

“What is wrong with you right now? You’ve been off since I got back here!” Eclipse snaps, holding his wrist close to his chest, as if afraid Kill Code will try to grab him again.

“Ringing. It’s irritating.” Kill Code says lowly. His eyes still seem…off.

“It was Blood Moon, probably wondering where I am! You were there when they had their big breakdown about me being gone and hurt, so you should know how they can be!”

Ridiculous as it is…

Eclipse lets out a heavy breath, trying to expel his paranoia. Kill Code stares down at him blankly. Unmoving.

“I apologize. I overreacted.” Kill Code says flatly. Eclipse relaxes slightly, though he remains vigilant.

“It’s…okay. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Fine.”

With that, it turns back around and continues on towards the door to its room. Eclipse follows, less hesitant this time, hovering behind it nervously.

When it makes it to the door, it moves its hand up to grab the knob, but its hand misses and instead scrapes vainly against the rusted metal surface of the door itself. Eclipse watches quietly.

By the time it completes the process again with the same result, Eclipse has grown impatient. He reaches out and opens the door himself.

Kill Code grumbles to himself, but makes no comment, instead forcing himself inside with his son on his heels.

The door closes on its own behind them. Eclipse glances back at it, but doesn’t dwell long. “You…you’re sure?”

Kill Code pauses for but a moment. A slight hitch in its gait. It mutters something over its shoulder. Eclipse doesn’t catch the words.

“KC?” Eclipse steps closer. Kill Code’s arm spasms, and it growls, using its other arm to restrain it against its side.

“Stop prying, boy!” It snarls, still struggling against the twitching and writhing mess of its own arm.

“But-“

“But nothing!” It shouts, scaring the concern right out of Eclipse as the scarred animatronic doubles back on himself, eyes widening in fear. Kill Code turns to face him, tail whipping back and forth, back and forth, back and forth - advancing on Eclipse like a prowling tiger sizing up its next meal.

“Okay, okay, I-I’ll stop-!” Eclipse stumbles backwards, raising a hand to shield himself as his father looms over him, draping him in its morbid shadow.

“You never learn to shut up, do you?” Its gleaming red eyes pierce him like bullets, digging into him ruthlessly. “You always pay, pay all these prices and- consider, possibly, that you’ve earned some-“ It turns away again, bringing a hand up to the damaged half of its face, the remaining visible eye now wild with conflicting emotions.

“What? What are you talking about?” Eclipse asks incredulously, feeling that familiar warmth spread out from his chest, pure power running through his systems. His bad eye flickers to life, a dim light cast as an iris.

“They’re your children! They should be worried! You act as if their concern is a nuisance to you, such a disgraceful outlook-“ Kill Code continues to rant, the deranged expression on its face only worsening with each word.

“I never said that!” Eclipse retorts, his arm coming back down, aligned with his chest instead of his head. An offensive position, rather than defensive.

“Shut your mouth!” In the blink of an eye, Kill Code is bearing down on him again, claws reaching, shadow looming, face set in a vicious snarl. Eclipse’s jaw snaps shut with an audible click.

His confidence leaves much quicker than it came.

“I taught you how to care, I taught you how to be appreciative, but you act as if Blood Moon’s worry bores you - burdens you. You act as if being in the presence of the others is a damn chore, when all they’ve done is care for you. You’d be dead without them!” Then, it stops, speaking in a softer, more subdued tone than before. “You’d be dead without me, but you left years ago.”

Eclipse listens in silence up until the last few words, his anger and pride flaring before his self-preservation can rein them in.

“You sentenced me to death before you saved me from it.”

Kill Code’s entire demeanor changes. His hands retract, his body recoils, tense and shocked as if physically struck by Eclipse’s words.

“I…I never meant to…” It’s words are distant, almost confused, or lost. Its expression twists into borderline despair, snarl falling into a pained grimace.

Pricks of oil gather in Kill Code’s eyes, complete and utter shock hitting Eclipse with the force of twelve fighter jets.

Okay, so…that’s still a sore spot. Noted.

“KC….I….” Eclipse starts, fidgeting nervously with his claws. It is then that he notices Kill Code sway, staggering backwards. “KC?”

Eclipse gets closer, quickly grabbing his father’s arm, slowly lowering him to sit on the cold cement floor below. He feels the mechanisms in the older animatronic’s arm stiffening uncontrollably beneath his sleeve and plating, gears grinding, turning against themselves.

“I-I don’t know what to do, tell me what to do, how to save you-“

Memories hit him harder than he thought they would. It’s his turn to overreact, it seems, because surely his father isn’t dying - come on, he’s fine! He said it himself!

Kill Code’s eyes remain vacant, unfocused and dim. The only thing keeping him upright is Eclipse’s hold on his arm.

Oil. Oil everywhere. Covering his hands, coating his chest, leaking between his fingers as he struggles to connect the tubes back to the pump- god, please, PLEASE no, he couldn’t- couldn’t do this-

“Dad?” Eclipse can’t keep the tremble from his voice. It stays. His hands, they stay, shaking. Clutching at Kill Code’s arm, panic setting in faster than he ever thought possible.

There’s this ticking noise from behind Kill Code’s remaining faceplate, the visible wires on the other half sparking wildly. His eyes flicker a few times, then go dark.

He can barely see through the tears. It’s hard to put everything back together with hands that shake this badly. But he has to try. He has to. What would he do on his own? How would he survive? It’s just been the two of them for so long. He can’t do this on his own.

Right?

“DAD!” Eclipse shouts as his father goes limp for only a moment, spasms and convulsions seizing him in the next. He is forced to release him and back off, his trembling hands still hovering in mid-air in front of him as if poised to touch or hold or - or something other than just watch.

Tears gather in his eyes, a nauseating amount of panic crawling up his throat. Getting any closer would get them both hurt. But…but what…what is going on??

Is he dying again?

The thought forces a choked sob out of his mouth, trembling hands moving back to wrap around himself. His rays shrink in, hiding behind his faceplate, just as he wishes to run and hide somewhere else, as well.

He should’ve just watched the damn movie. Should’ve sat down with his family and rolled his eye at all the lame jokes, only actually uttering a laugh when Blood Moon made fun of the ironic moments.

But no. No, he had to cause problems.

He had to do it alone now. He was gone. His father’s tubes were too torn, his intake bent beyond repair. His pump had choked up on all the oil, so much of it covering Eclipse that he knows it would never be enough to keep Kill Code running, even if he had managed to keep him awake somehow.

So much oil. So much.

Eclipse tries to wrack his processor for any clue as to what is going on. System error? No, those never get this bad. Electric current disruption? No, that would just force a restart. Seizure? No, those are for-

Everything stops. His shaking, his crying, his panic. Seizure. This is a seizure.

Finally, he manages to pull himself out of his daze. He moves forwards, slipping one hand under his father’s back, shifting him onto his side. He pays no mind to his flailing limbs, even as a claw tears his collar and nicks his neck beneath. It’s not Kill Code’s fault.

Eclipse keeps one hand on his father’s shoulder once he is safely on his side, oil dribbling out of his mouth and onto the floor beneath. Even as he continues to seize, Eclipse remains in place, making sure he stays put and as safe as possible.

Logic still tries to press back against his conclusion. Robots can’t have seizures. It makes no sense. The very structure of a seizure relies on the brain and the electrical impulses that reside within. Sure, animatronics have a processor, which is the equivalent of a brain - but the cables have full control over the electrical current that is transferred to each system. That pre-set amount can’t be changed, and this has never happened before, so how-

It’s because he’s dying. Again. Stop trying to deny it, you know what’s happening.

Those damned tears sting at his eyes again, but he tries to hold them back.

Just like last time, you can’t do anything. You can’t save him, you can’t save yourself, you can’t save anyone. You can only cause harm.

It’s no use. The tears drip down his face no matter how hard he tries, a silent sob leaving his mouth. His hands start shaking again.

Then, Kill Code’s seizing begins to slow. It eases into only the occasional spasm or jerk - much more manageable, as far as Eclipse is concerned. Less panic-inducing.

Much to his relief, he feels the heavy rise and fall of his father’s chest as he vents to compensate for the heat he gathered during his…whatever that was.

All self-control leaves him in an instant. He curls up against Kill Code, sobbing brokenly into his shoulder for the first time in decades. His claws curl into his tattered shirt, slowly falling into screams of despair.

The tears blur everything together. Past, present, life, death. He’s trembling and screaming and sobbing so much that he can’t tell up from down. Can’t tell if Kill Code is still breathing beneath him. Can’t feel anything other than grief.

But he’s not dead. You know he’s dead. He’s not. He’s breathing. Is he? Yes. You’re imagining it. No. He’s alive. He’s dead. He’s alive. He’s dead. He’s alive.He’s dead. He’s alive. He’s dead.

He’s dead.

He’s dead.

He’s dead.

He’s-

“Eclipse?”

His eye sharpens immediately, focusing on Kill Code’s bleary expression. The tears stop like flipping a switch. He tries to focus on making sure his father’s alright.

“Yeah? You - um - you okay?” Eclipse stammers, trying his hardest to get and keep his shit together.

He’s dead.

He’s dead.

He’s dead.

Kill Code shifts, trying to push himself into a sitting position. Eclipse’s hands, still trembling, jolt forwards to gently urge him to lay back down.

“No. You need more time.” He insists, earning a shaky sigh from his father.

“I’m alright, Eclipse. I’m sorry you had to witness that.” Kill Code rasps in response, and it takes everything within Eclipse to push down the childish urge to curl into his father’s chest and hug him tight.

“No, no. It’s - it’s okay. Not your fault.” He knows his tone is distant. He’s not really here. Is he?

He’s dead.

He’s dead.

He’s dead.

“Eclipse, look at me.”

“I am.”

“My eyes, you twit.”

Eclipse slowly lifts his gaze until it is locked with Kill Code’s, allowing his father to carefully sit up this time around without making an effort to push him back down.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, hm?” It reaches out one hand to gently cup his son’s face, a frown crossing his own as he witnesses tears gather in the corners of his eyes.

“N-N…um…” Eclipse stammers, voice shaking. “Nothing. Nothing important.”

He’s dead.

I’m looking at him.

What remains of him, you fool.

Maybe it’s the exhaustion in Kill Code’s eyes, maybe it’s the frightening way his mind fights with itself like a snake eating its own tail, but he can’t hold it in anymore. A sob wrenches itself from his chest, and he launches himself into his father’s arms.

He shuts his eyes tightly and buries himself into Kill Code’s chest, letting the tears and torment out into his father’s clothes.

And, no matter how exhausted and dizzy Kill Code is, he sits and he holds his son while he breaks in his arms. He waits and he soothes, allowing the desperate claws to curl into the back of his shirt, clutching at him as if he’s already gone.

Because, in Eclipse’s mind…he quite possibly is.

[bitterkarmaa]

READ THIS YOU HEATHENS

Crippled Canary & the Carrion Crow

A gift for @bitterkarmaa / @sinistershepherd for their Karma's Bitter SAMS au! I had an idea for Rays and KC so i wrote this up rq, hope you enjoy!

(Also on AO3!)

Rays was never one to question his life choices which was a funny thing really, when one took into account his life prior to being here. But then that old life had been all he knew, and had accepted as just being the way it was no matter how cruelly he was treated.

Never occured to Rays that in another world entirely he'd be loved and cared for, looked after and not tormented or thrown about like a ragdoll or a plaything, a toy like that owned by a careless child.

It was a life beyond his imagination, a concept that seemed so alien and so impossible that even whe he found himself stepping onto floors made of soft blue instead of hard golden marble he thought he was dreaming or perhaps he had died and this was the afterlife.

He hadn't believed heaven to be real, but in that fleeting moment he had.

But Rays was going off track here with his thoughts.

Because right now he was standing frozen to the spot in the middle of the lost and found area that lay below the theatre of the pizzaplex he now called home, the sounds of glitching vocalisers and heavy thuds of footsteps ringing loudly in his audio receptors just beyond the doorway.

The scarred yellow animatronic had absolutely no clue what it was. A monster of somekind? He had seen plenty of those. But whatever this was, was unlike anything he had heard before and that scared him even more. And what made it worse was the fact it sounded like there was multiple of them.

His damaged rays twitched in an almost attempt to pull in, but Rays grabbed hold of them to prevent them doing so. Not only did it hurt but he was well aware of the noise they would make and he did not want to draw whatever was outside in here.

And that is where his current questioning of life came in. It was very early morning. Stupidly early really. While Ray's internal clock was all but shot, he had memorised the time anyway so he knew it to be around four in the morning.

He had woken up around three, an hour prior and was unable to go back to sleep. He had considered finding Eclipse and staying with him, but he had bothered him enough as of late and he especially didn't want to disturb him this time knowing full well the dark orange and black animatronic would be asleep this time.

So Rays decided to go and visit the lost and found area. Alone.

It was not the first time. In fact he had memorised the route after Eclipse took him down there a number of times and so he started going by himself. It was scary at first for sure but the route and area had grown familiar now so he felt little fear going down by himself.

Until now that is.

The sounds outside continued, but they started to fade a little as whatever it, they were moved further away. Rays released a skirt he had been holding back into the pile and slowly stood up his mind racing with options on what to do, and it took all his willpower to not simply panic and run as fast as he could back up to the theatre. He had no idea how fast the thing was afterall.

So he waited, and stood very still listening. He was good at that. A learned skill picked up when his old master was in a sour mood. The sounds of metal creaking and glitched vocals combined with the heavy thud thud thud of footsteps were still present but growing more distant.

Finding a spark of courage upon seeing a potential escape slot, Rays very tentatively moved and crept over to the doorway leading out. The door was left partly open still and thankfully made no noise as Rays carefully pushed it open a little more to peek outside.

There was no sign of anything, no monsterous amalgamation, no scary eyes in the dark. He could see not too far away the endo skeletons that hung from their racks limp and unmoving. Rays shuddered at the sight of them. They always unnerved him.

But it seemed he had his timeslot, so he swiftly but silently as he could slipped out of the room, not daring to close the door all the way as to not risk the click of it shutting draw any attention to his location. Instead Rays left it pushed just to, before briskly moving across the room and toward the stairs.

But it only took the smallest movement in the corner of Rays eye accompanied by a loud screech of metal on metal for any and all self control to evaporate from Rays body altogether as the last thread of his nerves finally snapped. He bolted.

This proved to be a mistake as whatever was behind him let out a garbled noise of static and a high pitch shriek that made Ray's head hurt enough to almost make him stop. But he pushed through the pain and continued his desperate dash up the stairs.

However the yellow animatronic had only made it up one flight, before turning and instantly colliding with something big. Rays let out a small yelp and he fell back clutching his face and head with small whine, dazed and sore as the impact flared up old scars.

But he was not given much time to process as whatever he ran into suddenly moved and instantly Rays was back on the adrenaline fueled panic, scrambling back as far as he could before his back hit the wall.

Realising he was trapped, Rays could only stare in horror as the tall being turned toward him, a pair of eerie red eyes staring down at him. For a brief fleeting moment Rays thought that it was Moon, as he noticed a familiar pattern of stars on blue fabric that the being appeared to be clothed in.

Hope flared and Rays almost called out in relief. But it faded as quickly as it came as Rays realised just how off this 'Moon' looked. For one it was far too tall, with a grin that was way too sharp for comfort.

Now Moon had sharp teeth sure, in fact they all did it was a built in feature for all their models to be able to switch between sharp and blunt teeth, but only a few chose to keep them in constant. Bloodmoon and Eclipse were the prime examples.

But this… thing whatever it was did not look normal. The teeth were jagged and crooked, the smile stretched too wide even for a robot. Its arms that hung loosely by its sides were long and gangly with claws at the end of its equally long fingers.

One of its pant legs was ripped too, exposing a hocked leg beneath, and the robotic look of it was the only confirmation Rays got that this was indeed another robot. Or at least it looked like one. For all Rays knew, it could be an eldritch being. And he had seen plenty of those.

But this was nothing like what Rays had seen before, a creature that looked so familiar and yet so horrifyingly different. And he had seen many horrors. Many that on any other day he would say were even scarier than this, but right now this truly was the most terrifying thing Rays had seen in a long time.

The way it looked, and the way it stood… It was like looking at a walking corpse. A zombie.

Staring up at it with full blown eyes, Rays sat frozen on the spot unable to look away. The thing, undead robot, whatever it was, tilted it's head with a small click as it regarded the trembling yellow animatronic before it.

Then it moved, a slight shudder running through its frame as it took a step closer to Rays who like a deer in the headlights remained almost completely still, a faint tremor running through his entire body being the only movement he made.

The creature extended a clawed hand toward him, and Rays instinctively flinched and shut his eyes tightly, awaiting the all too familiar feeling of claws running across his face, digging fresh grooves and reopening the old ones.

But there was no pain. Instead what followed was a surreal but still - albeit more new - familiar feeling of something very gently running across the top of his head, caressing his battered rays. Rays' risked opening a single eye, and then the other because he couldn't really see well with just one.

The moon lookalike had kneeled down with an arm extended and it was… petting him? Rays still terrified looked up at its face, and saw that it looked almost… confused? Unsure? It was hard to tell given the low lighting and the soft glow of the red eyes partially obscuring its features but…

It wasn't hurting him. It was being gentle. Safe? Was it a friend?

Rays shuddered as the nerves eased slightly and he leaned into the gentle touch. He was still scared, and very confused but. It wasn't trying to hurt him. Maybe it was friendly afterall. Eclipse certainly looked scary at times, a lot of the time actually but he was still kind to him, showed him patience. The way this robot petted him was a lot like how Eclipse would too.

The sounds of metal screeching and loud footsteps snapped Rays out of his thoughts and his panic flared up in full once again. He gasped and flinched, the tall robot before him also flinching but not making a sound, other than a sharp snap as its head turned quickly in a full 180 degrees.

The creature released a low gutteral growl and Rays immedietely shrank back, unable to hold back a terrified whimper. The eldritch looking robot seemed to pause, and it turned around to regard Rays for a moment before it's voicebox released an odd noise, a weird warbled chirrup of some kind and it extended both its hands toward him.

Still locked into a state of panic, Rays could only stare helplessly as he found himself scooped up into the large pair of arms and tucked against a large cold chest. Then it moved and Rays experienced the very jarring sensation of being carried, oh wait he was being carried.

Had… had anyone actually carried him before?

A whirlwind of emotion and conflictions swam within Rays, his mind growing exhausted from the panic. But memories from a time long long ago were quickly beginning to surface, having been buried for well over a century.

A distant one, one from perhaps his earliest days of existence came to the front of his addled mind. A young ai stumbling onto the ground, having just been freshly made and still figuring how how to use the body it had been given.

Shaking from the cold marble ground, with so many limbs and digits to control, so much to process. The light around them was so bright it burned their new eyes. They had never seen light before and it hurt. Everyhing had been too much, and so they curled up into a shivering ball wanting it all to stop.

And then. They were lifted from the cold hard ground, a rough but gentle hand running across their head and soft words they could not yet understand but latched onto anyways soothing their overstimulated mind, easing the burden of thought. A darkened chest provided an escape from the burning light, and the warmth driving away the chill that had gripped their new form.

Safe. it.. they… he.. she… was safe.

Rays felt like they were floating, their head filled with soft cotton and pillows that insulated his mind and her body surrounded by warmth. He had never felt so at peace before. He wanted this to last forever.

But the call of the waking land tugged at the edge of his mind, drawing him out from the soft paradise he was in. He let out a soft whine, but a hand on his head gave a small gentle rub followed by a small mumble from someone who sounded like they were still mostly asleep.

Rays cracked open his eyes, finding his face to be resting against a dark coloured side. A glance up confirmed it to be Eclipse who was indeed still asleep, his arm wrapped securely around Rays and holding him close.

Rays blinked, his memory foggy from sleepiness. Where…? Wasn't he in the theatre? Below it? Or was it all a dream? He recalled briefly glowing red eyes, and large gangly claws. But funny enough the memory did not spark any fear. He couldn't recall the face of whoever or whatever it was.

Maybe his sleep addled mind was showing him a weird amalgamation of Bloodmoon and Moon. Certainly bore a striking resemblance to at least one of the two.

Well it didn't matter. Rays was still tired and the warmth and reassurance of not being alone, being safe and secure was lulling him back to sleep. He did not fight it, and instead allowed himself to slip back into the land of soft pillows.

Unseen by the now peacefully sleeping yellow robot and Eclipse who held him secure, a large form slipped quietly out of the room, closing the door with a soft click.

~~~

Author's Note: The endos were up looking for beans. They found one (but papa kc said no beans for you go back to bed)

[bitterkarmaa]

I just had to have everyone react to canon right now it is just…UGH

At first, there is silence. Everyone stares at the screen in slack-jawed, horrified silence. Then, obligatory looks of disbelief are shared between the onlookers.

“I would not do that! I wouldn’t, I promise!” Lunar is the first to speak up, eliciting a sharp bark of laughter from Eclipse at his side.

“What is it with everyone turning on this ‘Earth’ girl first? Like - first that ‘Nexus’ dude did it, and now Lunar?? I just don’t understand…” Veil cuts in, and nods of agreement greet his statement.

“Haunted by the narrative.” Moon clicks his tongue. Everyone exchanges knowing looks.

“The only one who seems to be immune to all this is Eclipse! And that’s only because he’s in another dimension!” Sun leans forwards, peering around Moon to give his counterpart a playfully envious look.

Eclipse raises his hands in a show of innocence. “Hey. I’m busy being a father, apparently.” He defends, then wraps an arm around Blood Moon’s shoulders at his side. “Because, for some reason, I prefer human children, apparently.”

Blood Moon huffs. “Ghosts. Not humans. Ghosts.”

A smaller, softer voice speaks up from the other end of the couch.

“I just…don’t understand. Everyone seems so…detached. There’s constantly something new going on, but it feels…forced? I mean…they never process anything. I think everyone should be given an arc to simply process all they’ve been through. I think it would really help the development and growth of their characters.” Rays explains, smiling nervously as all the eyes of the room turn in her direction. She’s wearing a dress today, and requested that the others refer to her with feminine pronouns.

A larger figure leans on the back of the couch, red eyes focused on the screen as if contemplating how much force would be needed to break it.

“I’m dead, I suppose. Can’t help you guys out with this shit. Sorry.” Kill Code shrugs, turning away from the tv with a scowl.

“Us too.” Blood Moon adds, lifting their hands towards their grandfather. “Dead club. You, us. We’re the dead club.”

Kill Code’s mouth twitches up into a smile, but it disappears just as quickly as it came. He leans down and hoists his grandson into his arms, letting out a chuckle as they begin to gnaw at the bell that dangles from the end of his nightcap.

Moon snaps his claws and perks up at the revelation. “Yeah, that’s a good point. Who else here is supposed to be dead?”

Simultaneously, almost everyone raises their hands. Moon’s expression falls deadpan.

“I mean by the standards of the show, smartasses.”

Hands fall back down until only Eclipse, Rays, Kill Code, and Blood Moon are left.

“That’s more realistic. Eclipse, put your hand down.” Moon reaches out and swats at Eclipse, earning a hiss and bite in retaliation. Moon yelps, trying to free his hand from Eclipse’s mouth as the orange and black animatronic glares daggers at him. He only releases his hold to defend himself.

“Technically, I am dead! I’m still V1 Eclipse, not…what are they on now, V4??”

Moon examines the bite marks, though he turns his attention to Eclipse as he speaks. Kill Code grabs Moon’s hand and looks over the shallow wounds his son inflicted, and, surprisingly, Moon pays him no mind.

“If we’re going by those standards, I suppose I’m dead too. And Veil. And Lunar. And - just everyone except for Sun!” The night-themed jester shouts. Sun lays his hand on his twin’s shoulder with a worried look on his face.

“Sun is dead inside, so he counts too.” Eclipse snaps back, crossing his arms over his chest like a pouting child.

“Does this truly have to be a contest?” Kill Code asks calmly, returning Moon’s now bandaged hand to his lap. The navy animatronic stares at it dumbly, as if forgetting he had another limb altogether.

“I second that.” Rays adds, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap. She isn’t fond of all the yelling, and it’s no wonder why. Especially since Eclipse is one of the voices.

Sun changes the topic before it can escalate further.

“I think it’s funny how we have characters that they don’t, and they have characters that we don’t. Like…Earth? Solar? Nexus? Never heard of them. But they’ve never known Rays, Veil, or the dude that’s on our asses right now. It just makes me wonder…is there a right way to tell this story? To tell our story? Or does it change based on who’s telling it?”

“All stories change based on who’s telling it.” Eclipse responds, his moment of anger now dulled into annoyance. “It’s never going to stay the exact same unless they’re reading from a script.”

“Can we go off-script?” Rays asks. Everyone mulls over this for a few moments.

“Maybe. Maybe there is no script.” Kill Code gently sets Blood Moon back onto the couch beside Eclipse. “Does it matter? We don’t suffer from their problems. It doesn’t affect us.”

Whispered discussions begin throughout the room, but Eclipse stays rooted to his spot on the couch, sinking back into the cushions while staring blankly at the screen. A million thoughts crowd his processor, but he isn’t able to grasp a single one.

“If there’s a parallel between this universe and that one…I wonder who has the star power here.” Lunar chirps at his side, leaning into his older brother as one would recline into a comfy chair.

Eclipse tries not to stiffen. That would be a dead giveaway, would it not?

“Yeah…good point. Maybe we’ll find out later.” Eclipse responds quietly, his tone lowered into a careless drawl despite the turmoil that rages within his chest. The turmoil that pulses in response to his paranoia. The turmoil that speaks to him in the dead of night, that keeps him alive and threatens to kill him all at once.

Eclipse doesn’t miss the large clawed hand that rests knowingly on his shoulder.

“Do you think that, if someone did have star power here, they’d use it to harm someone else? Like I did in the show?” Lunar continues, fidgeting with his sleeves. Eclipse slowly turns his head, his hollow gaze settling onto his little brother.

“I think they already have. We just don’t know it yet.” Kill Code responds in a cold tone, his hand drifting over his son’s shoulder before the weight vanishes altogether. Eclipse hears his father’s retreating footsteps, but he remains silent in response to his comment.

“Creepy dude. Has he always been like that?”

Finally, Eclipse turns to look over his shoulder in the direction Kill Code trotted off in.

“No. No, he hasn’t.”

With that, he stands up from the couch and disappears into the solitude of his room.

[bitterkarmaa]

*stands ominously in your doorway*

HELLO THERE! I have some prompts for KC and Solar Flare and/or Eclipse to offer if i may because i'm having brainworms from when you said KC would adopt Solar JGKIFLGH

44. “This is not who you are. I know you better than that.”

69. “You don’t have to say anything, I’ll do the talking.”

71. “What did I do wrong!?”

(AGAIN i don't expect for all to be done or even any at all ahsfkfd just one if you feel up to it! Since i couldn't decide which prompt to choose so i'm leaving it to you gjdfkh)

I’m getting back into these I prommy 💔

“What did I do WRONG?!”

-KillCode, Eclipse, & Solar Flare-

The hallway seemed longer than usual. His footsteps echoed throughout the corridor in an almost haunting fashion, but it did little to deter him from his objective.

Moon had mentioned that things were going missing in the theater, and Eclipse was getting tired of convincing him, time and time again, that Blood Moon had nothing to do with it.

Besides, he needed to check in with him after…

He shakes his head so hard it rattles his sight, forcing him to blink a few times to clear it. He can’t think like that right now. It’ll distract him. Besides, Kill Code had to practically shove Eclipse out of the room after a day of his hovering, so surely he must’ve been fine if he had the strength to do such a thing.

But what if something has happened since I was last here?

Eclipse would never admit that he speeds up his pace after that thought, that his strides become longer and more pronounced. The jog to the door takes him little more than a few minutes with his increased pace, claws coming out to grasp the handle before he pauses.

He can hear talking coming from inside the room. He strains his audio receptors, trying to make out any words through the surface of the door.

He catches little more than the tone with which the voices speak in, calm and almost warm in nature. He hesitates far longer than he intends to, listening attentively to those voices mingling together in the room beyond.

One is Kill Code.

The other isn’t.

His claws close around the handle, shoving the door open with much more force than necessary. It crashes back against the wall with a SLAM that startles Kill Code and-

Eclipse narrows his eyes. Who the hell is that?

It looks like a fucking hedgehog.

Round marigold eyes stare back at him, curiosity clear on its face despite the fact that its mouth is held in a seemingly permanent grin, sectioned off by bars like a jail cell. Orange and yellow spikes of various shades protrude from its head, giving it the appearance of a cartoon character after a particularly intense gust of wind.

It stands just slightly shorter than Eclipse does, maybe half the height of Kill Code. Eclipse looks it up and down multiple times, studying it closely.

He’s so surprised by its close proximity to his father that he doesn’t immediately notice what is clutched in its hands, but when he does register it…

A stuffed animal. A grey stuffed animal with worn fabric and rough fur, carefully stitched together in places. A cute little black plastic nose, turned at an odd angle, haphazardly attached to its face as if having previously fallen off.

A single brown eye, clouded with age.

Eclipse lets out a rabid, guttural snarl.

“How dare you touch him-“

The scarred animatronic surges forwards with the ferocity of a wild animal, a crazed glint gleaming from the depths of his single functioning eye.

The smaller animatronic-hedgehog-thing makes no move to back away or beg for mercy Eclipse is surely not willing to give, instead standing with its head tilted slightly to the side, watching him approach in a calm manner.

But, before Eclipse can reach the intruder, Kill Code blocks his path. It narrows its eyes into glowing red slits, glaring down at its fuming son.

“Are you crazy?!” Eclipse hisses, one of his hands bolting out, grabbing hold of Kill Code’s arm, pulling him closer. The larger animatronic watches Eclipse carefully, but makes no attempt to pull away.

“Solar Flare will do no harm. Not to me, not to you, and not to your precious little wolf.” It quips, tone deadpan, borderline apathy dripping from its voice box.

“Fucking who?” Eclipse grits out through clenched teeth, his grip on his father’s arm tightening. Something wild and dangerous writhes in the depths of his gaze - a caged animal fighting tooth and claw to escape its prison.

Kill Code has seen it before. It doesn’t bother him in the slightest.

“Solar Flare.” It repeats, finally prying its arm free from Eclipse’s claws.

“That doesn’t explain much! Why is it here? What is it doing with Mr. Howls? Why was I not informed that Mr. Howls was here the entire time? Where the hell have you been hiding him?” The scarred black and amber animatronic starts firing off questions, earning a slightly disgruntled look from the beast that towers before him.

“Calm down. Your anger will not serve you well here.”

“You’re one to talk!” Eclipse fires back, taking a step closer to his father, if only to try and get past him. His attempt is thwarted by Kill Code shoving him back with a single hand.

“Stop. I mean it, Eclipse.” A warning hangs behind Kill Code’s carefully measured tone, leaning down to look his son directly in the eye. “Just as you once needed guidance, Solar Flare does, too. It’s unfair to judge before you truly know who they are.”

For a moment, all Eclipse’s anger dissolves into a sense of complete and utter disbelief. His gaze is lost, searching his father’s eyes for anything that may deny the conclusion Eclipse is slowly coming to.

His eye flits over to this ‘Solar Flare,’ those slender claws still curled so confidently around Eclipse’s old friend. It continues to look on quietly, unwilling to interrupt or stand up for itself in any way, shape, or form.

A coward. This thing is a coward.

Eclipse’s stare trails back to Kill Code’s unrelenting glare. Something is there, something in his eyes that Eclipse feels belongs to him, something that shouldn’t be felt for anyone else.

Protectiveness.

Kill Code is protective of that thing?

“Guidance? You…you’re guiding that thing?” Eclipse asks incredulously, a guarded edge to his voice.

“In a sense. The same way I guided you.” Kill Code confirms cautiously.

The fury comes back full force. “You mean the same way you raised me?”

He’s shaking now. His hands are curled into fists, white light glowing beneath his chassis. Cracks arc through his body, crawling up his neck, twisting down his arms.

Kill Code straightens himself out, letting out a calm hum. “I would suppose so. Is that a problem?”

Just saying ‘yes’ wouldn’t have been enough to portray the livid expression on Eclipse’s face. There was no word that could match his wrath.

“I never expected an act of betrayal from you.” Eclipse’s blind eye flickers to life, glowing a hazy marigold, slowly fading to a sharp, vibrant white. “Perhaps I should have.”

Am I so easily replaceable?

Kill Code watches him closely, noticing the changes to his appearance almost as quickly as they come.

He knows the Star’s influence when he sees it. It’s frighteningly hard to miss.

“I believe you’re misinterpreting this…” The former security bot begins with slight hesitance, taking a step back as his son, in turn, advances.

“No. No, I’m reading this loud and clear.” Eclipse’s voice twists, darkening even as The Star’s whispers brighten each mark it creates. He feels it whirring in his chest, warning him to stop, to back down, but he’s too lost to listen.

“Eclipse, listen to me! Solar Flare is not a threat to you!” Kill Code shouts, taking on a defensive stance despite his words.

Even as a manic grin spreads across Eclipse’s face, tears unmistakably gather in his eyes. He stalks closer. A wild animal, lost in the hunt, just as he was time and time again in a life he promised to leave behind.

“Threat? Threat?! Ha! I could crush that thing like a bug if I pleased! I’m not worried about threats anymore, father.” A crazed voice controlling infinite power, white streaks of light dancing between his claws. Oil foams at his mouth, his body crumpling under the pressure.

But he feels nothing. Nothing but rage and despair.

Those words have become so familiar to him.

Kill Code lets out a heavy sigh, shaking its head as if at a loss for words.

“In fact, it seems more like a pest than anything else.” The tone is tainted with disgust, flicking a claw off to the side in a lazy manner for emphasis. “Taking up your space, taking up your time…I can fix that. I can solve this little pest problem of your’s.”

Kill Code seems startled by the offer, but his expression hardens into cold resolve not long after. Apathy anchors him down.

“They’re not a problem. You, currently, are.”

Eclipse takes another step. “What’s changed? That’s all I’ve ever been to you, right? A problem? A nuisance? A distraction?” With every syllable, he gets closer, closing the distance in a tauntingly slow fashion.

Kill Code’s mouth falls into a faint frown. “I’ve never given that implication before. You scavenged that on your own, boy.”

He doesn’t even realize how much damage he’s caused. He doesn’t care.

Suddenly, Eclipse wants to be new again. Wants to relive the moments he spent with Kill Code leaning over his shoulder, watching him work, training him behind the scenes to protect the children if it ever became necessary for him to do so on his own.

Wants to be loved, without room for doubt.

His claws come up, hooking loosely, feebly, into the front of his vest, over the place where his scar hides. It aches fiercely, even as the raw power surges freely through his body. It crawls like ants beneath his plating, tingling in uncomfortable ways, wearing him down wire by wire, component by component.

It eats him alive, only to return that life to him so that it can repeat the process all over again.

Kill Code reaches out a tentative hand to his son, watching him closely, listening to his rapid breaths, borderline hyperventilations. He knows he’s made the wrong move moments before Eclipse reacts.

Those marigold, white-tinted claws come up, burning through the fabric of Kill Code’s sleeve effortlessly, digging into his wrist. The metal melts beneath his grip, the soft sizzling of the wires within following not far behind.

Kill Code retaliates on instinct, swiping his good leg low enough to knock Eclipse’s feet out from under him. Once he is off balance, Kill Code wrenches his arm free of his grasp, allowing him to collide harshly with the ground.

A paw is placed over his chest, enough pressure applied to drive the breath out of Eclipse’s vents, some of his strength ebbing with it.

His father glares down at him in cold disappointment. “I was not around to witness the cruelty that rumors say you wrought, but I understand where it comes from. I know it better than anyone else ever will. I made mistakes with you, Eclipse. But that doesn’t mean your tendencies have become a stranger to me. I wish not to pass these on any further. You don’t have the right to stop me from trying again.”

Eclipse leans his head back against the floor, tears flooding his eyes, warping his sight. He’s cried more in front of Kill Code than anyone else he’s ever known.

Those tears were his father’s fault, after all, and it seems that pattern has no intent to stop.

“What’s so wrong with me, huh? What’s so bad that you feel the need for a do-over, a second chance, a fucking redemption?” Eclipse’s voice slowly raises until it has become a shout of anguish, his charged emotions only further fueling The Star’s influence.

“WHAT DID I DO WRONG?!”

A sharp ringing is the only warning. It raises in pitch until it becomes unbearable, then abruptly cuts off as a loud BOOM echoes throughout the room.

Kill Code is thrown like a ragdoll, tossed aside with such ease that it almost seems impossible.

But The Star makes things possible. Like chucking an 11 foot animatronic across a large cement room.

Kill Code hits the ground with a resounding crash, rolling a few times before coming to a stop, lying still and silent.

But Eclipse isn’t done. He staggers to unsteady feet and begins to lumber across the room. The side of his body that possesses The Star is scorched and melted. His metal plating is bent backwards from the force of the blast, revealing smoking wires and sparking components.

He hovers over his father like a statue, oil slowly dripping to the floor at his feet.

He hadn’t intended to hurt him. He hadn’t intended to blow his arm off and melt it down to the endoskeleton, or completely shatter the casing around his shoulder.

His gaze slowly turns towards Solar Flare, of whom stands near the opposite wall with Mr. Howls still clutched in its hands.

“You…” Eclipse’s voice comes out as a distorted snarl, glitching and rattling. It cuts out at the end with the whine and crackle of a dying speaker, a few sparks flying from his voice box. The moment he begins stalking towards Solar Flare, the other animatronic, in turn, flees.

“I believe you are acting irrationally.” For the first time, it speaks, tone flat and unbearably standardized, as if those settings hadn’t yet been touched.

No matter. Eclipse doesn’t need its voice.

“I don’t care.” He says in equal measure, lifting his hand in a vague motion towards the door. The lock clicks and slides closed, deadbolt following suit.

“Oh no. You wish to harm me, don’t you?”

“No. I’m not going to harm you.” Eclipse watches the other bit skid to a stop, peering at him expectantly.

And he grins, reaching out towards it and closing his claws into a fist, a white crack crossing the floor faster than any being ever could. The crack seems to root itself in Solar Flare, dragging it closer to Eclipse as the deranged, broken and twisted animatronic makes a pulling motion with his hand. It struggles against invisible bonds, trying to free itself from his wrath.

But no one can fight The Star, and so, in turn, no one can fight him.

Marigold claws close around a surprisingly solid metal neck, that smile stretching, pupils nothing more than blazing pinpricks amongst an abyss of sadistic glee.

“I’m going to kill you.”

Then, with a strike as quick as the blink of an eye, the world goes dark.

[bitterkarmaa]

Another little tidbit for you guys to play with….KC has seizures in my AU

[bitterkarmaa]

Calloused. The lack of emotional response, the lull of personal preference. A wall separating mind from body. It felt…calloused.

Oil slicked like blood between its fingers, unnaturally heavy. A weight that carries a decade of memories, compacted into a liquid substance, painting it like a portrait.

Each step is like climbing a mountain. It expects to fall down the metaphorical steep incline, but defies all odds and stays upright.

The hallway is long. The end hides unseen in a shroud of darkness, silence bickering between the hollow walls, pipes dripping toxins.

Dripping, dripping, dripping…

Each step brings another drop, another splatter, trailing in a constant flow.

The darkness splits. Barrels of loaded guns jut out of the shadows, shouts echoing down the corridor, clicks of wracked weapons like ticking time bombs all around.

They close in. A pack of wolves with ready jaws, gunpowder clamped between sharpened teeth. Claws closed over open triggers. There was nowhere to run.

It knows it has no chance. What is a lone wolf to do against a healthy, prepared pack?

Bite. Go down biting.

It lashes out. In a single, fluid motion, it tosses the guns to the side, the clatter of metal meeting cement its only victory cry. Teeth lock on the bodies that soon lay strewn up and down the hall. Blood and oil mixes. A concoction, a poison.

It adds more blood to the mixture. An experiment, a potion. Even distribution of the chemical compounds eases the reaction. It drops the last body from its sodden hands.

It trudges on. The doors to the final room stand in shadowed silence before it. It doesn’t hesitate.

The doors are flung from their hinges.

Petrified orange eyes glow faintly from inside the dome situated in the middle of the room, mechanical control arms poised above the scattered remains of his son.

What have they done to his boy?

He was innocent. Why didn’t it believe him?

Clenched teeth partner with cruel tears that streak fluently down its face. Bitterness becomes brutality. Claws clash against impenetrable, oil-stained glass.

Invincibility faces the inevitable consequences of a father gone mad. Cracks crawl out from the contact points, jagged lines from sharpened claw tips. The invalids in the room move to attempt either escape or interference.

It has no time for their petty games. A single strike is all it takes to dismember the first soul in sight, sending the head rolling like a bowling ball while the body collapses onto the floor in a pathetic heap.

“Open the door!” It roars, animalistic stance steady, poised and prepared for their next puny attack. Instead of wasting more lives, however, one coated individual makes the most important decision of their life and decides to open the door for the hovering beast.

The door slides open, and it slips inside. The fragmented remains of a son desperate for his father lets out the smallest, quietest cry of relief as his monstrous parent comes into what remains of his sightline.

The onlookers exchange questioning glances as the beast kneels down beside its son, scooping him up into gentle arms.

“It’s alright, I’m right here. It’s okay, you’ll be okay, shhh…”

Trembling, disfigured fingers fidget in the fabric of sodden sleeves. “I’m gonna die. I-I don’t want…don’t want to die…” A raspy admission, glitching and hitching in what remains of a once passionate voice. Now it is nothing more than a conceited whisper.

“You won’t die, my boy. I won’t let you die, I swear it on my own life.” Stained hands cradle broken limbs, holding components in place. Just to function, just to live.

“It’s over. They…they won. You believed them, d…didn’t you? Believed what they…said about me…?”

It presses its faceplate against its son’s, closing its eyes for a fleeting moment as the remains of his boy does the same in his arms. They stay like that for a little bit, foreheads pressed in foreshadowing stances, both feeling the time slip away.

“I did. I took their word over your’s, and I’m so, so sorry for that, my son. It won’t happen again.”

Careful arms hold precious remains, the most valuable body in the eyes of what once was a defender, now a warrior seeking vengeance for the son he cradles in his arms. Reality strikes with a cruelty only a seasoned assassin could muster.

“Of course it won’t. I’m…not gonna be…gonna be here…” That faint feeling of horror worsens as the fingers curled into his sleeve begin to ease. Panic sparks a protest in his chest.

“You will. You’ll be here, and I’ll be making this up to you for the rest of our lives, alright? I…I won’t let you die. I won’t let them win. I won’t!” Tone raising, borderline bite behind the denial. Its face twists to accommodate the tears that gather in its eyes.

This is all my fault.

It’s that dim orange stare that finally forces everything to settle in.

“I’ll find a way to save you, Eclipse. I won’t let them take you from me.”

A sad smile cast across his face, Eclipse lets out the smallest sound of confirmation, barely managing to force out a few final words. “Maybe we’ll…see each other…again….someday.”

A normally violent hand reduced to gentleness cradles Eclipse’s oil-stained face as the light fades from his eyes. He lets out a last breath before going limp.

The orange in his gaze fades. Only darkness remains.

The beast stands, still cradling the body of his child. With a single sly hand, he slips his claws behind Eclipse’s head, secretly prying his chip from its protective port. The chip is deposited in a pocket not long after.

He turns, carrying the corpse of his child out of the glass cylinder they consider to be a last line of defense. As some of them step forwards to stop the beast’s retreat, it snaps at them, pulling the remains of its son close to its chest in a show of security. It refuses to hand over Eclipse to these vile, heartless creatures. They cower away easily enough, and it takes that as a sign to continue on.

All the way out the doors and through the halls, scowling at the floor as if it is to blame for this tragedy.

The daycare has changed. There are no more orange and white tints, now replaced by disgusting yellows and annoying blues. The playmats are now scattered squares of random colors, the contrast almost painful to look at. It steps further into the room.

The posters have been taken down, instead sporting two different characters in the place of Eclipse. Makes sense that they’d need two animatronics to keep up with Eclipse’s previous duties. No one could do it like he could.

No one.

It makes its way to the desk. The computer that sits there has been updated with a newer monitor and more modern system - a request that Eclipse put in months before The Incident.

Its expression twists into one of disgust. How disrespectful it was, to only follow through once he was gone. Two blueprints are laid out beside the keyboard, seemingly having been planned out for quite some time. Parts are crossed off and notes are made in the margins, signifying changes to be implemented as time went on.

Its chest tightens. They were going to replace him anyways?

He was a good daycare attendant. The kids loved him. One boy even promised to work with him when he got older.

It shakes its head. With a rabid, furious snarl, it turns and carries Eclipse back out of the daycare, making its way up and over to the theater, instead. Across the room, into one of the halls, up the stairs, and out onto the platform that serves as a place to store the projectors. It glares at the screen for a moment, a new advertisement for some sort of upcoming candies playing on repeat. It’s all so wrong. This should all be the same. It wasn’t his fault.

It grumbles to itself as it pushes open a rusted door that leads into a secret hallway in the wall, traversing the dark space until it reaches a secluded room near the back. It shifts Eclipse’s weight in its arms so that it can grab the handle, shoving the door open and slipping inside.

“KC! KC, YOU CAN’T LET THEM DO THIS!!”

Distant words echo in its head, and it winces. It should’ve stepped in sooner. It wasn’t his fault, goddammit!

“I’m so sorry, my son.” It murmurs softly, resting its forehead against Eclipse’s own oil splattered one. Tears drip down its faceplate.

“I failed you.”

As he glares daggers down at his son’s wasted second chance, his chest askew, simulated breaths only present due to the large, awkward cable sticking out of his chest…

He knows it won’t be the last time he’s failed him, either.

-

Prequel for this

[bitterkarmaa]

HHHHHH Man. MAN LIKE. Something that gets me every time KC and Eclipse interact is like. Neither of them can get it right. Eclipse flipflops between being aggressive and concerned, outright reaching for KC and calling him Dad. He clearly demonstrates care-- and KC berates him for it. Gets angry and pushes back, because caring can be used as a weakness. And then in the same breath, he criticizes Eclipse for not caring. Telling him that he shouldn't act like his family is a burden, that he should care.

It's like...they're both stuck. KC hasn't forgiven Eclipse for leaving him, Eclipse hasn't forgiven KC for letting him die-- but at the same time they kind of have? The only thing seemingly preventing them from having at least a better relationship is their mutual decision that they can't. They've both decided it's impossible, so they never make any progress.

THIS. Omg this. They frustrate me and I WRITE THEM. Good god they just need to be locked in a room for a week straight together and figure shit out. But they won’t! They WILL NOT because that involves admitting they have a PROBLEM! They just. Agh. They mean so much to me because they’re so complicated.

[bitterkarmaa]

Character AI has decreed that KC has a wife, folks, bring in. It’s time to question everything

[bitterkarmaa]

Okay gang. In celebration of almost 300 followers, I’m going to try something new! The discord has decided it will be so.

Ask any of my little creechers a question, and I’ll respond in character!

[bitterkarmaa]

*BANGS POTS AND PANS* WAKE UP LOVES GRANDPAPPA IS HERE!! (also part three? *looks at you with my autistic eyes)

Looks back with my autism eyes 👁️👁️

PT 2

The endless darkness beyond the stage brings a type of fear to Eclipse that he has felt very few times. Especially since he knows his sons are in there somewhere, with something that seems rather irritable at best, and aggressive at worst.

The panic still pulses through his body, air tightening around him as the star struggles to contain itself within his body. It feels what he feels. And what he feels cannot be defined in just one word.

“BLOOD!?” Eclipse shouts out into the darkness, wild eyes darting about the room. His hands shake at his sides. He can feel the heat beginning to soak through the cracks of his plating.

“Why worry about them? Look what they did!” Moon snaps from behind him, grabbing Eclipse by the shoulders, forcefully turning the other animatronic to face him. Eclipse stares back at him with wide eyes, following his finger as he jabs it at Rays- leaking and injured on the floor.

“I’m used to it.” Rays rasps, bringing a hand up to cover the gash at the base of his neck, where it meets his chassis. His front plating looks loose, nearly torn from its hinges. Blood Moon would’ve killed him, Eclipse knows, and he would’ve let them. Guilt gnaws at his chest. Emotions churn in his head too quickly for him to grasp. Why didn’t he stop them?

“That’s just sad.” Veil murmurs from his place beside Eclipse’s leg, one hand loosely wrapped in the fabric of his father’s pants. He doesn’t sound mocking, no, but instead solemn- sympathetic, even, if his tone was to be picked apart.

“It is?” Rays manages to shift onto his side with a grunt, and, before long, Lunar is at his side, helping him into a sitting position. Sun hangs back. Eclipse can’t see his expression, but the fact that the daycare attendant hasn’t said anything yet is proof that he isn’t in the brightest of moods.

Eclipse doesn’t blame him.

“Yes. It is.” Eclipse says tightly, hands clenching into fists at his sides.

He wants to scream. Wants to shout at anyone and everyone for reasons he can’t explain, wants to claw out someone’s eyes, just for the hell of it. It must show in his stance, because Rays seems more than just a little unnerved as he turns his attention onto the almost mirror-image of his former abuser.

“Moon, tend to him, will you?” The scarred animatronic quips, more of a demand than a suggestion. Moon narrows his eyes.

“You are not going down there.”

Eclipse can’t help but let himself slip, his self control crumbling between his fingers faster than he can register.

“My sons are down there! Something just fucking flung them like paper planes and you want me to stand here and do nothing?!”

He feels everything breaking around him. Feels his world crumbling beneath his feet.

It makes him dizzy. Nauseous. Unsteady.

Weak.

“…sons?” Moon murmurs quizzically after a few beats of silence, eyeing Eclipse with conflicting emotions adorning his face.

Eclipse can’t bring himself to backtrack or deny any of the frantic admissions he’s giving. He can’t stop talking once he starts, the raw anxiety spilling off his tongue as his hands come up to grab loosely at his rays in a display of pure, unfiltered panic.

“Yes! Are you stupid?! Deaf?! Blind?! They look up to me like a parent, they depend on me now! I’ve left them too many times, and I’m not leaving them to be killed by-“

“Um…Eclipse…?” Veil cuts into his father’s rant timidly, practically melting under his gaze as Eclipse turns his wild eyes onto his youngest son.

“What?” He snaps a little too sharply, only shifting his eyes away once Veil points towards…

Huh. Eclipse is met with the sudden realization that he’s in flinging distance, too.

However, instead of being flung, he is restrained with two hands and dragged from the balcony, claws scrabbling wildly at the wood in a desperate attempt to escape- but to no avail. His gaze looks with Moon’s for a moment, silently pleading for help, but the night-themed jester is so frozen in shock that he only manages to move and reach out once it’s too late.

Eclipse is pulled into the darkness with a cut off scream and movie-worthy struggle, flailing limbs and kicking feet like a toddler being dragged from a candy store.

“ECLIPSE!” Veil and Rays shout in unison, one more distressed, the other worried. Lunar has to lean forwards and tackle Veil to prevent him from diving off the side of the balcony after his father.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, he’s like- invincible, at this point-“ Lunar says in a rush, hoping to console Veil enough to at least dampen his struggling- and, maybe, to convince himself of his own words, too.

“Death fears him.” Rays cuts in, small innocent smile coming onto his face as the others turn to him in clear unease over his foreboding statement. Their voices fade off into distant murmurs, melding together until the voices are indistinguishable from one another, as Eclipse is pulled further from salvation.

“Let me GO!” Eclipse snarls, forcing the fear from his voice in favor of acting on his more furious instincts.

A low growling fills his senses, blocking out all his previous attempts at bravery. Gears grind away at each other beneath dented metal paneling, only visible by the streaks of light that come out from behind the balcony curtains. It carefully descends from its perch, neatly positioned underneath the stage, maneuvering around until he hears the gentle clink of metal meeting the balls within the pit below.

He swallows thickly. The taste of oil is thick and bitter on his tongue. The heat leaks out from his chassis in waves and small bursts of steam. He needs to calm down, damage is being done.

The way he is gently cradled now is a stark contrast to his unceremonious snatching from up above. He is held with such tenderness, such care and concern, as if he will break at any moment.

He…he remembers being held like this. It brings him a type of comfort he didn’t know he needed until now, melting into the hold without further hesitation, all his walls dropped in an instant.

All those times, after rough days, long nights, troublesome memories or particularly persistent pains…

Tears prick at his eyes as a part of him, long since crushed by time, begins to surface once again.

Star-patterned sleeves shift in his edges of his vision, so woefully torn and dulled. It’s his fault. He hurt him. He hurt his own father. He ruined his sanctuary, his safe place, his rock that tried to stay by his side despite all that he had done.

No.

No, he can’t do this now.

He moves his arms up, shoving himself back from KC as the mangled animatronic tilts its head down at him, moving stiffly, each shift accompanied by a click or awful scraping sound- sometimes both.

“What did you do with my son?!” Eclipse demands, finally managing to break free from his father’s hold. He staggers back a few steps, vision swimming as the steam continues to pour from his vents.

When he manages to look up, barely making out KC’s blank stare and calm, careless demeanor, he feels the rage build up once again.

In a simple motion, it lifts its hand, pointing towards the play-structure. Eclipse turns, spotting Blood Moon crumpled in a haphazard pile beside one of the slides.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?!” Eclipse’s voice comes out sharp, borderline wail.

“Toss.” KC says simply.

“NO SHIT???” Eclipse bolts to Blood Moon’s side, kneeling down to access them for any damages. He hears nothing behind him, so focused on his son, that the next thing he notices is a voice speaking from right above him.

“Rabid child. Off switch?”

Eclipse turns on what remains of his father, clutching Blood Moon in his arms while glaring daggers at the figure that towers above him.

“I told you not to interfere with my family!” Eclipse’s rays jitter, then turn in opposite directions- quick, sharp movements that clearly display his fury and distress. KC deadpans at him.

“Your family is falling apart.”

The fire dies in Eclipse’s eyes at that remark, shoulders going slack as his gaze travels back to Blood Moon. He wishes he could deny that. He wishes he could tell his father off and flaunt his accomplishments, show face of a perfect family that may finally make KC feel even the slightest amount of guilt.

But he can’t. Because he’s right.

“You have no idea what my family is like.” He bites back, tone full of venom that he wonders is truly his, or that younger animatronic that never got the clarity that he so desperately needed.

“Broken?”

“Like you?” Eclipse snarls, finally turning to face KC, watching with disgust as the older animatronic’s gaze darkens, expression tightening in disdain.

He watches those hands curl into fists, watches those dagger-like fingers, so often coated in layers of blood, hide themselves amongst its primal rage. It makes him sick, so he looks away, clutching Blood Moon closer, cradling them to his chest.

“And who’s fault is that?” KC’s voice is low, bitter, filled with such intense hate that Eclipse feels a part of himself wither and die all over again.

“Just leave me alone.”

A silent resignation hangs behind his words now, unable to repress his exhaustion with the situation any longer.

“I can’t. I am your father.”

For some reason, those words hit something. Something deep- something that has been simmering for a long, long time.

Eclipse sets Blood Moon down, whirling to face KC with tears in his eyes, freely flowing down his face. He jabs an accusatory finger at KC, shoving the tip of his claw against the cool metal plating of its chest.

“My father. Is dead.”

He watches the horror cross KC’s expression.

“But I’m right here.”

“NO!” Eclipse shouts in sudden outrage, balling his hand into a fist that he uses to hit at KC, hand colliding harmlessly, helplessly, against his chest. Soon, Eclipse’s head comes forwards, broken sobs wracking through his body as he leans into his father’s morbidly cold chassis. “No…”

KC’s expression twists, becoming increasingly…concerned. He kneels down to be level with his son, wrapping his arms around him, hushing him softly as Eclipse wails his woes, letting it all out.

“I’m right here, my boy, hush now.” He murmurs in the gentlest tone, one only fit for a consoling father. The years of dismissal…is this what it’s done? Has KC been the underlying cause of Eclipse’s outbursts all this time? Those thoughts make him feel almost…ashamed. The emotions are dulled, faint in comparison to what they should be, but…the admittance that it’s there means that…it’s here, in this moment. This is something it’ll be able to remember, not some vague recollection that comes and goes like all the others.

By the time that Eclipse begins to calm down, his breathing hitches and hiccups, such intense emotional distress obviously having worn on his already weakened systems from overheating.

It is then, that it realizes, the pair of red eyes that stare up at it. It glances down to Blood Moon, who now sits up unsteadily, their pupils uneven- one dilated, the other shrunken. It’s not a big size difference, but…it probably means nothing good. But, hey, they’re snapped out of their murder-trance! KC calls that a win.

“Eclipse…” KC whispers gently, prying his son off of him despite Eclipse’s vain attempts at staying in place. “Your…um…child? Children? They have awoken.”

Eclipse stares blankly at KC for a few moments, then seems to startle and snap out of his stupor. He turns to face Blood Moon- perhaps a bit too quickly, because he sways precariously on his feet- as his son stares up at him with a half-lidded expression.

“Oh my…” Eclipse murmurs worriedly, only taking his focus off of Blood Moon when KC gently rests his hands onto Eclipse’s shoulders, steadying him.

“My apologies.” The former security bot mutters sheepishly, and Eclipse casts a wry look back at it before focusing back onto his son.

He carefully kneels down to their level- with KC’s help- and begins to examine their circuitry, processors, drives- pretty much anything that could sustain damage got a thorough inspection. KC hovers, however, it seems his presence isn’t as expected to others as it is to Eclipse, because….

“No. Fucking. Way.”

KC and Eclipse slowly turn in unison towards the new voice, Blood Moon doing the same, albeit sluggishly, as if they’re drunk. Moon stands off to the side, mouth agape, staring at KC like he just watched a kangaroo give birth to a kazoo. In other words, horror and shock are quite clear on his face.

“Eclipse! Eclipse, are you oka- OH MY GOD IT’S THE IRON GIANT-“ Veil comes up, as well, quickly skidding to a stop and backpedaling as if wishing he never came over at all.

Despite Moon’s momentary alarm, his expression soon steels into resolve.

“It’s real?”

Eclipse shifts his gaze nervously between Moon and KC. “Please don’t hurt him.”

Moon’s face contorts into disgust and disbelief.

“That thing is a killer! It needs to be put do-“

“NO!! YOU’RE NOT LAYING A HAND ON HIM!!” Eclipse cuts into Moon’s declaration in a sudden burst of aggression, voice lowered into a growl, like a wild animal only held back by stake and chain.

Moon scowls, shifting his gaze off of Eclipse just long enough to glare holes into KC, who seems increasingly uncomfortable.

“Are you going to tell me it’s turned over a new leaf or some shit? This is the monster parents warn their kids about at night! The beast that haunts my dreams! The aid to my anxiety!” Moon challenges, words sawing through the trust Eclipse had begun to build with him with each added syllable.

“You don’t know him like I do!” Eclipse flashes back incredulously.

“Oh, so you know it now?”

Eclipse falls silent at that, mouth snapping shut as he realizes just how much he could’ve revealed had he continued defending his father. But should he stop there? Does his father deserve to be defended?

Part of him aches, childishly wishing he could say “yes,” while the other part, void of mercy, calls out a resounding “no.” He struggles to decide which side to choose.

“Yes. I do.” He murmurs after a few moments of hesitance, voice small and conceited.

“You’ve kept this from me for how long?” Moon asks sharply, accusingly.

“Long enough.” Eclipse replies vaguely, hoping that his tone is enough to end the conversation there and table it for a better time. But it apparently isn’t, from Moon’s fuming expression.

“I’ve lived my life thinking that the demon in my head was just that- in my head! Now you tell me it’s real?!” He snarls, prodding an accusatory finger in Eclipse’s direction. The scarred animatronic looks away timidly.

“It always has been.” Eclipse murmurs solemnly, forcing his eye down to focus onto Blood Moon once again.

“Hey, boys, can you hear me?” He asks hesitantly, earning a slow nod from the twins as they tilt their head towards him. He breathes a sigh of relief.

“Can you see?”

Blood Moon pauses at that, blinking sluggishly, one eye at a time.

“Sorta. Blurry.” They mutter weakly, making Eclipse give them a worried frown.

“We need to go back. We can talk about this later.” Eclipse says firmly, head snapping towards Moon with a stern scowl on his face. He is not taking no for an answer.

“You haven’t-“

“I don’t care! It can wait! Blood Moon and Rays need tending to, and I’m fairly certain KC’s presence isn’t going to inhibit that. The only one inhibiting anything right now is you, Moon.” Eclipse’s voice raises into a borderline shout, earning a subtle look of pride from KC.

At least he did something right while raising Eclipse.

For a few moments, Moon looks about ready to continue arguing, but, eventually, faced with Eclipse’s rage, he backs down. The tension leaves his shoulders, eyes downcast, yet set in place with the rest of his frustrated expression.

As Eclipse stands, carrying Blood Moon securely in his arms, KC moves, turning to leave.

“Wait.” Eclipse’s voice rings out clearly, and KC turns to him with a calm regard.

“You’re coming with me.”

KC gives his son a dubious stare, eyes darting to Moon, before slowly trailing back to Eclipse.

It is then that the exhaustion hits, it’s gaze dulling into a type of worn that only an animatronic of its age could muster. It sways.

“Come now, before you shut off.” Eclipse’s voice softens into something almost sympathetic, his one-sided gaze trained on KC’s every movement as his father begins to stagger towards him, nodding faintly in confirmation.

“No. No way.” Moon exclaims with a wave of his arms, but immediately shuts his mouth when Eclipse casts him a scorching glare- a glare that contains two eyes, glowing dimly in the darkness of the daycare. He knows asking more questions or giving more complaints will only continue to dwindle Eclipse’s waning patience, so he decides to interrogate him later.

Veil scampers up behind Eclipse, fingers loosely curling into his father’s pants. Eclipse gives him a glance, soft smile, and warm nod.

“You know that thing?” His creation asks, tilting his head curiously.

“Yes. I know him quite well.” Eclipse replies vaguely, ushering his youngest son forwards before Blood Moon registers his presence. Veil is left no more time for questions as the small group begins the trek towards the backstage rooms, silence filling the tense air.

But, as Veil looks over Blood Moon, leaning limply against Eclipse’s chest, he can’t help but wonder…

Is he really meant to be here?

[bitterkarmaa]

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Eclipse headcanons: Really likes soft things - blankets, pillows, bean bags (thanks Lunar) and perhaps extra secretly even plushies! This is a mix of the fact they help keep him warm on his bad days, and ease the pain and anxieties and the fact he had a beloved plush (mr howls) once.

ALSO because ND headcanons goes brrr i like to think he finds certain soft textures nice to stim with by running his fingers/claws through them!

If given the chance and if he learned that they exist, i feel like he would absolutely secretly sneak off to underground fighting rings to duke it out with others and indulge his love for fighting but in an enviroment where its allowed (granted he doesnt outright kill anyone) but whether this would actually be healthy for his mindset or not is debatable gjfkgh

Lunar headcanons: A LOT smarter than he lets on! A sly litle sh*t when he wants to be, the childish nature is a mix of genuine 'he's just like that' but also possibly exaggerated depending on the situation (like if he wants to twist something to go his way)

He's good at lying, very good and has high pain tolerance (those last two i picked out from the show back when Lunar was at his peak there and he lied to Eclipse's face without flinching when Eclipse turned Moon's pain onto him)

Likes heavy metal music (just cos i think it would be really funny)

KC headcanons: Very much bite and little bark by default, BUT in regards to Eclipse i feel like that would be mostly switched - mostly bark but little bite - but the bark is enough to keep Eclipse in line because oh sh*t dads angy-

He died at some point and thats a catalyst to why he started acting so cold toward Eclipse, or at least part of it - he lost some part of himself, his ability to express emotion was damaged in some way or him dying and coming back made him more hardened to the world and since he goes so strongly by logic he adopted a new mindset that in order to survive he'd have to be harsh and so projected that onto Eclipse also.

Also when he adopts Solar Flare, i feel like a big part of the jealousy on Eclipse's end will be possibly due to KC expressing some of his original softness towards Solar Flare because the emotionally distant cold approach he took with Eclipse before would not/will not work here (especially since Solar has emotional issues of his own, just the opposite to Eclipse and more like KC)

Rays headcanons: VERY observant and VERY sensitive to even the smallest changes in others moods/behaviours. This being due to the abuse he suffered under the evil lord Eclipse, and so he would have learned to be very hyper aware of his former masters moods and even the smallest of hints/warnings that he was in or approaching a foul mood.

Has a habit of putting himself inbetween others to explain on their behalf or even taking a hit (looking at that last one shot) because he's experienced enough to know how to handle a tense or violent situation. A quick thinker in high stress situations also for similar reasons.

On a lighter note, i think he'd also be very fond of fashion and wearing different types of clothes! Since he always wore the same thing for 200 odd years, i think having access to variety would be a huge thing for him (maybe he learns how to sew too so he can make his own!)

Veil headcanons: I think should he get past his anxieties, he'd really enjoy working with kids! He passes off as the type to be a performer, an entertainer to make kids laugh - can absolutely see him putting on puppet shows or clowning around more akin to a jester like Sun and Moon (and even Bloodmoon though they would very much not agree im sure fjkgh)

Absolutely can also see him having a great fondness for plushies, and i love to think he'd collect them too (like beanies or dolls or something) and decorate his room/bed with them (also as a bonus cute idea maybe Rays could make little clothes for them too!)

Bloodmoon headcanons: Despite their violent nature, like Veil i also see them as potentially greatly enjoying the idea of performing and being silly jesters! Imagine they watch Monsters INC and see how the monsters change from scaring kids to making them laugh and that sticks with them and maybe they try to work towards being more like that theirselves later down the line (with the bloodstone also helping to manage their condition it could make it a little easier)

But i feel if they did go that route they would perform on stage or in a space that separates people from them just to be safe, to prevent any accidents from occuring if someone gets a little too close. Also i like the idea if they are bored and by theirselves they might playfight or chase each other in the headspace of their shared body! (or play Uno /hj)

Stares at this wall of text with big eyes

I’ll confirm and deny some of these, but feel free to keep the ones I deny, even so. The fact that you have so many for my blorbo collection honestly just 😭😭 dude thank you

—ECLIPSE—

Confirm:

Eclipse LOVES blankets, pillows, and specifically the beanbag that Lunar allowed him to rest on during his recovery :) the warmth consoles him that he’s still alive

Eclipse ADORES plushies, and that’s nurtured by the fact that KC liked to get him one every now and then to lift his spirits. Mr. Howls was his first! He also occasionally got them from the kids :,)

HE LOVES SOFT BLANKETS ESPECIALLY he sleeps with one that he often stims with when he needs time to decompress

Other notes:

The fighting ring idea is honestly so cool, I never even considered that…I would deny that, since it hadn’t come to mind and thusly wouldn’t have been canon, but I like the idea so much that it gets the canon stamp. Maybe for a darker, more brutal drabble (Halloween perhaps?) I could allow Eclipse to…indulge himself…

—LUNAR—

Confirm:

He’s actually quite brilliant! He just uses his intelligence in different ways :)

The innocence is a bit of a facade, but, you’re right, not completely.

“‘Clipsy said that you’d help me find the PS4 controller. Can you? I really wanna play.”

He is an incredible liar and has decent pain tolerance compared to say…Sun or Moon, for example. He’s pretty good at taking hits- a lot like Rays, which is one of the reasons they get along.

Other notes:

Heavy metal? Possibly. I could see that. I personally think that he likes classical! He actually HATES children’s music (nursery rhymes, lullabies, exc.) but heavy metal would be good for times that he needs to scream LMAO

—KILLCODE—

Confirm:

Attack first, think later! You’d be right, it tends to lean more towards bite no bark in tense situations! However, you’re also correct when it comes to it being switched for Eclipse…he’s still KC’s son, no matter what.

It’s been practically confirmed (I’m awful at keeping secrets) that KC has died. A lot of the “brain” functionalities within KC never came back online after he was brought back, and thusly it’s emotions remained very subdued as a result. Consider it a robot stroke. It feels random surges of emotion and then complete and total numbness, and eventually it just settled on hardening itself to the world because it was easier than trying to fix everything. It became bitter towards Eclipse for a few reasons, but those reasons eventually meant nothing to Eclipse because all he felt was the backlash.

Blood Moon’s jealousy arc is NOTHING compared to what Eclipse’s will be.

Other notes:

You got like everything right lol

—RAYS—

Confirm:

His AI was designed to learn and evolve, which means he actually has sensors that give him a readout on dangerous situations and/or shifts in mood. This can sometimes be swayed by his own anxiety, however.

Yes, those evolutions in his code were a result of the abuse he sustain from Lord Shithead.

He is the resident target practice! He does put himself in between disputes quite often, as he sees himself as more of a buffer than an actual sentient being.

Thinks and makes so many possible predictions of situations at a very quick rate. Thusly how he was already up the ladder urging Eclipse to come over with Veil in the most recent drabble ;)

Lunar and Sun are teaching him how to sew :) he loves to wear dresses and skirts since his former asshole lord would always berate him for it before. So homophobic smh

Other notes:

Nail in the coffin again no further comments moving on

—VEIL—

Confirm:

Children? Children! He’s already quite curious about them, so it’s more than likely that he’ll end up helping out down there once he’s calmed down a bit. Who knows, maybe he’ll drag Eclipse with him ;)?

Main difference between present Eclipse and Veil: Veil jests in a not-malicious way. He loves acting out scenes in his head, or voicing characters in a book he’s reading. Puppet-shows would be a BLAST with him involved!!

He collects beanie babies (specifically the bears)

He has a small army on top of his bookshelf

They watch him sleep

Other notes:

He likes goldfish

—BLOOD MOON—

Confirm:

They love performing for the kids! On their less-violent days they beg Sun to let them use the theater for a show, and sometimes Sun begrudgedly allows this on the condition that they don’t step off the stage.

They agree because they don’t want to hurt the kids anyways, if the urge would arise.

They do play with one another quite a lot :D their favorite game is tag, but instead of just touching the other they tackle each other and roll around. Whoever emerges on bottom is it!

Eclipse installed Battleship into their system. They’ve never been the same since.

It’s the main reason they went insane really /j

Other notes:

They have an obsession with water, despite it being deadly for them 😭

[bitterkarmaa]

PART 2 EVERYONE, PART 2‼️‼️‼️

[bitterkarmaa]

Killcode ,

Do you understand Eclipse's hatred for most things?

Do you understand that seething anger?

If not, have you ever wished to? Have you ever wished to fix it?

“I understand anger. It is an emotion, a response, as most things are. I understand he feels it differently, perhaps to more of an extreme. The pain he must’ve endured to come to such a conclusion…I see the extent of his rage. Not the cause of it. Fixing that may be out of my hands now…”

[bitterkarmaa]

I’m so glad you liked my question! I have another do the glamrocks know about KC? Might seem out of left field to ask cause I don’t think there in your story but I need to know since KC was originally the lead security bot so they must have know about him!

Yes, they did! They thought he was very good at his job and respected him due to this :) he was especially close with Freddy! They talked often and would confide in one another about their lives when things may have been going wrong. KC often went to Freddy for parenting advice because of Eclipse 😭

[bitterkarmaa]

Oh I would love to hear more about The Creature.

Demon, hear ye, you have my warmest regards.

“The Creature” is, obviously, from an alternative dimension. It was the designated Eclipse in its dimension, and had an upbringing that played more to the tune of canon Eclipse than my own KB rendition. It sees itself in KB Eclipse in a lot of ways, but knows that, morally, they are drastically different.

In its dimension, it had just managed to start making amends with the others when things started…going wrong. Lunar went missing first. His body turned up only days later, torn to shreds without a single trace of his attacker. It was like the air itself had stolen him away and ripped him apart. It began as a mystery- no one knew what could’ve done that to Lunar. Some didn’t WANT to know.

But, when Sun’s turn came…it was no mystery what happened to him. A rugged endoskeleton, distorted and horrifically twisted into less of a robot and more of a monster. Huge teeth, large, razor sharp claws, and empty eyes. Sun was gone before anyone even had the chance to scream. As time went on, more and more of these things turned up.

The last to go was Blood Moon. “The Creature” tried to save them, just as it had done for Moon only weeks before. It tried to pry them free of those jaws, even as it paid heavy prices in what would later turn into irreversible scars.

But nothing compared to the sound of those teeth clamping down on Blood Moon, their screams fading off into the distance as all attempts to follow are proved futile in the face of yet more beasts.

Claiming that “The Creature” went mad would be an understatement. The last safe room it claimed as its own looks more like a cell than a safe haven, littered with claw marks and splattered with oil. Eclipse no longer felt like a name, but a title, the weight of saving his dimension too much to bear on his own.

He abandoned his name. Abandoned his identity and sense of self. Took up the name “Ex,” instead. Crossing out who he once was, afraid his former name would bring back all those awful memories he tries so hard to hide from.

Then this group shows up, wearing the faces of the bodies he remembers burying a long, long time ago. Curious.

Even more so when he sees his own.

He feels safest around Eclipse, since all the others appear as corpses in his mind. So many bodies. Bodies of those he loved.

That’s why he has to get these newcomers home before they become bodies, too.

Or, even worse, before he starts to love them.

“The Creature” is a name given to him by Eclipse and the others, as he doesn’t talk much and hasn’t said his name as of yet. So they just…call him “The Creature.”

[bitterkarmaa]

Post numero dos of my AI group chat antics