💔 RUIN CRADLE 🍼
HE'S A CUTIE SKETCH OF A SAD LIL RUIN.
THIS WAS A BIT OF A CALL BACK TO HOW I USE TO DRAW WHEN I WAS YOUNGER. I USE TO DRAW CHILDLIKE IMAGES OF PLAYROOMS OR NURSERIES BACK IN 2016 TO 2019. I HAD MORE OF AN INNOCENT STILL AND WOULD OFTEN DRAW BABY CHARACTERS I MADE UP OR BASED ON THINGS I LIKED AT THE TIME.
IK IT SOUNDS WEIRD BUT I MOSTLY DREW THEM AS A FORM OF COMFORT SO I COULD SPACE OUT AND RETURN TO THOSE INNOCENT TIMES OF BEING A CHILD.
MY MIND AS AN ODD WAY OF PICKING WHAT I CAN AND CAN'T REMEMBER, I CAN FORGET SOMETHING THAT I DID A FEW MINUTES AGO YET I CAN REMEMBER THINGS FROM AS EARLIER AS 2 TO 3 YEARS OLD. SOME OF MY EARLIEST MEMORIES OR OF WHEN I WOULD PLAY WITH MY YOUNGER SIBLING WHEN THEY WERE ALMOST A YEAR OLD(WE HAVE A 2 AND A HALF YEAR AGE GAP) AND BEING SMALL ENOUGH TO BE BATHED IN THE KITCHEN SINK 😳
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Favoritism and uncomfortable choices
Pt 1 of a moon x reader x sun
"So... who's your favorite?"
The question made you snap your head to look at moon, your brows furrowing as if you didn't hear him.
"What?" The blanket you were folding gets put down on your lap, forgotten as your focus shifts to the animatronic beside you. He doesnt respond for a second, doesnt even look at you as he stares into the blanket he himself was folding.
"Who's your favorite?" Moon asks again in a sterner tone, red pupils flashing up to look at you. "Sunny or me?"
"Oh!" Your posture straightens and your gaze on moon falters. "I dont have a favorite, yknow? I like you bo-"
"Both equally, i know." As he finishes your sentence, he goes back to folding, a frown on his plastic face, as if the answer he was given wasnt the one he wanted to hear.
This, obviously, doesn't make you feel happy. You always hated that question, always hated picking sides. Sun and moon had their own sets of ups and downs, but you've liked them equally, loved them even. Youd never say that part though.
A deep sigh escapes your lips and you turn your whole body to face moon, making him go rigid as he begins to regret breaking the silence in the first place.
"Who's your favorite?" Moon pauses, looking up at you as his faceplate tilts ever so slightly to the side. If it weren't for the loud metalic clicking and the glow of his eyes, you wouldn't have seen the action done in such darkness.
"What?" It was now his turn to be confused. "My favorite?"
"Yes, your favorite." A smile creeps upon your face and you finish folding the blanket before discarding it into the ever growing pile beside you and moon. "Sunny or me?" You echoed his previous queries, making him chuckle a little at how silly this all was.
"You." He grins as he answers bluntly, earning a flustered hesitance in your smile. The answer came so quickly you almost missed it.
"Me? Really?" Theres a look of disbelief on your face and moon takes it in like a reward, snickering at your confusion. "But you and sun have always been hip to hip. Lovers in arms or something like that." You earn another sharp snicker.
"Still, you're our-" moon pauses and looks away, the back of his faceplate facing you. "My favorite." He finishes, quieter, shyer. The sound of his internal cooling systems shifting to full power makes you smile as you too look away, giggling with a red face.
The both of you just sit there for a moment, marinating in the shared embarrassment as moon finishes folding the last of the blankets. Then, he turns to you, an unreadable smile that makes your skin crawl.
"You should decide soon," his voicebox rumbles out in an ominous tone, limbs clicking as he begins to stand up, taking all the folded blankets in his arms as he turns his back to you. "Sunny expects a real answer."
And with that, a long wire rope descends from the ceiling and attaches onto the metal hook on moons back. He glances back at you for a second with a smile, then gets lifted into the darkness above.
You sit on the foam floor of the daycare with an uncomfortable silence surrounding you, confusion stewing in your chest along with another feeling.
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