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galactic-drops · 4 months

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*kicks your door down holding Jack-o-Moon in my arms*

ITS TIME TO FERALLY THEORIZE.

So first off I'm not very good at the classic Fnaf theorizing, this will be a first for me lol. So I'm probably missing a bunch of information but this is just a theory for funsies anyway.

Alright so first off this video here gives a pretty good look at their model. So I'll mostly just being using that and what I've seen playing the game.

So it's made very clear the model is completely identical to Sun and Moons and his mannerisms are identical to Moons, between voice lines and movements.

That being said I think that he is or was to some degree Moon. Not the moon we know of course, he's still with Sun.

It's definitely Moon's body since you can see the blue where the orange paint is chipping off. (This could be because the paint could be blocking any light sensors so he is just permanently stuck in moon mode.)

He also acts slightly differently from Moon on the carousel ride, where Moon attacks right after he reaches the third row, Jack-o-Moon hangs out in the middle for a moment just observing before his jumpscare.

And when you shine the bright light on him on Foxy's ride, he is distressed and flies away. I could be wrong here but it didn't seem like it even started to cause and shifts to a Sun form (circle back to light sensors being painted over) just distressed bight the evil overhead light.

So theory time.

1. Jack-o-Moon is another version of Moon, stored away as a seasonal animatronic, and was a backup of Moon (and maybe Sun) from their theater days. There is no indication they know anything about childcare, but they certainly put on their own little performance on the set of Foxy's log ride.

2. I'm wrong in thinking Moon is still with Sun and somehow they managed to get him his own body from an abandoned Halloween version of them. Probably very unlikely but I'll leave it as a possibility.

3. Fazbear started to make separate bodies for Sun and Moon when the virus, but to test it out they copied Moon's code over to the new body. When he still showed slight signs of the virus they just threw some paint on them added some fancy LEDs changed their outfit and marketed him as a scary Halloween version they could store away from the public while still using once a year so they didn't throw away money on something that didn't work. (This would also explain why they seem more curious on the carousel compared to Moon. They don't get to see people as much.)

So yeah. Just some brain rot I figured I'd ramble on about. Cus I'm totally normal about Jack-o-Moon.

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #moondrop #jack o moon #fnaf sun #hopefully this posts right #tumblr and i have battles with long posts

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kinshenewa · 16 days

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So I came up with another au for my Celestial Jesters story.

The whole story is fake. It never happened. It was just fanfic written by a depressed teen, and it became her dream to create a show based on her story. So as an adult, she was lucky enough to have a lot of extended family who gave her small amounts of money for her birthday every year, and she had a Kofi/gofundme/Kickstarter (I'll decide later) going for that since she was a young teen.

She went to college for robotics, and got a degree. As a young woman quickly approaching 30, she was lucky enough to have inherited a nice parcel of land and have the money to pay her friend to help make 3D models of the characters (She already had rudimentary models 2 years before she started working on the show (Which would take another 2 years) but she wanted help from a friend but would not take 'no don't pay me' for an answer. She pays her friend even though her friend has told her repeatedly she doesn't need to pay them)

She created the actual animatronics, but not looking like themselves, they were just some nice endoskeletons with all their required mechanics and wrapped in green screen fabric. She dresses them up in their outfits (Which she gets custom made from a tailor) and built a room specifically like their room on her property. It is in an enclosed building, which includes their whole room and the hallway for their room.

She had to get custom-made furniture as well, because the furniture that the boys use are slightly bigger than regular human furniture.

It took 5 years total to get the building permits, build the rooms, build the animatronics, code the animatronics, make the 3D models (And rig them), change some parts of her house to match the script, and make the story in script form.

She changed her room just ever so slightly, changing the door ever so slightly and covering the window with a green screen because in the story there is not a window in her room.

She didn't have any help with the camera work, just had cameras set in specific points and some little camera jockeys (Which is what she lovingly called the small cameras that moved around on wheels).

The boys room is in her backyard, which is quite big since she inherited a parcel in a rural area, which allows her to make some of the sets (the cafeteria is completely animatated, they human is the only real thing in there aside from some food on her plate)

One day, during a shoot, everything is going as planned, until Eclipse says, "I really do love you." And then she's all confused and looking at the script and saying, "Hold up, that isn't in the script?"

She had programmed them with actual AIs so it could be easier to get everything done. Saves a lot of work compared to just coding them with their actions and dialogue.

So the DCA went full circle and back to their roots XD. Originally an animatronic, then aliens, and back to animatronic.

Sun, Moon, and Eclipse all see her with reverence, they see her as their god and creator, and they are madly in love. So when Eclipse says that and she's looking at the script in her hands, Eclipse takes the script, literally throws it over his shoulder and out of the room, then kneels and grabs her hands gently as he looks into her eyes. The only color on him aside from his outfit and green screen covering is his eyes, because she made the eyes to act like how eyes are supposed to (when it is really just screens that light up, allowing their eyes to glow for some scenes), and he just looks deep into her eyes. The frills are also colored, because tests done had failed when they tried to make it happen with the animating.

Eventually it turns into where, on her Youtube channel, she starts releasing bloopers of the animatronics, them goofing off during filming, which she can only do now because the have grown sentient.

Yeah,I'm probably missing something but that is the general idea

#kinshenewas-writing #CJAU #FSRMCJAU

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star-going-supernova · 1 year

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Prompt: after Freddy gets taken over by the virus during the events of Security Breach. Gregory has no choice but to hide in the museum wing, where he gains 11 new allies in the form of the classic and toy animatronics that were on display (and the souls that inhabit them, returned to take down Afton).

The glamrocks might be faster, but they're not built to take a hit, the classics can tank the worst the glamrocks can dish out, the toys can dish out just as good as the glamrocks.

Charlie and Cassidy make childsplay (pun intended) out of the virus and soon have the glamrocks and Vanessa freed from it, Afton's digital abilities being no match for Cassidy's supernatural might and Charlies control.

Tumblr generated prompt number 23! So, since this prompt is already pretty similar to The Thing About Night Guards in terms of older models coming to Gregory’s defense and also that would be so. many. characters. for such a short ficlet haha, I decided to focus only on Charlie (and the Puppet). I really like how this one turned out!

Once again, the lore escapes me. I’m uncertain of Charlie’s age when she was killed, but for the sake of this ficlet, she’s about the same age as Gregory.

An Extra Reflection

The Puppet, in Gregory’s humble opinion, was one of the creepier animatronics. Its spindly limbs, its exaggerated mask, the eerie way it somehow floated around—he certainly hadn’t been able to spot any wires like Sun and Moon used—none of it exactly inspired trust in him.

But the Puppet had been the one to get between Gregory and Freddy after the virus infected his previous protector. So. He figured he could give it a chance.

“Are you even an actual animatronic?” he mused as he followed it down a hall. It moved completely silently, and its body was minuscule. How could anything mechanical actually fit in there?

It turned to look at him, slowing down so they were walking and floating side by side. Its eyes were empty and blank. The mask was incapable of movement.

He shivered as it contemplated him. There was a hairline crack in its forehead from intercepting what would have been a deadly blow. But Gregory would swear that Freddy’s claws had done more damage than that, that the fracture had been worse half an hour ago.

Anxious at its lack of response and continued staring, Gregory blurted out into the uncomfortable silence, “It’s just, y’know… one of these things is not like the other? You stand out. And you don’t—I dunno, look robot-y? No offense.”

Its body trembled in a way that might have indicated laughter, and it wavered its long, claw-like fingers in a so-so motion.

Gregory huffed. “Yeah, great, that really clears things up.”

For all that he was left with even more questions, something about the brief exchange settled some of his worries. He knew three things now, which was two more things than he’d known a while ago: first, the Puppet wanted to keep him safe; second, it had a sense of humor, which implied it was capable of intelligent thought and thus wasn’t mindless like the STAFF bots; third, if it was so-so a robot… maybe he didn’t have to worry about the virus affecting it.

Even distracted with his thoughts, his hyperawareness was in overdrive. The moment the Puppet paused and lifted its head, Gregory froze and shifted, ready to run. He eyed their surroundings without fully looking away from the Puppet.

It reached for him, and he made an effort not to flinch as it took his wrist and hustled him along. When he quickly glanced over his shoulder as the Puppet pulled him through a bathroom door, he was shocked to spot one of the older animatronics, the fuzzy Bonnie, trudging into view.

He shivered as he made sure the door didn’t bang shut behind him. The Glamrocks were so loud. They clanked and thunked and shook the floor. They called out pretty lies and bitter taunts.

The others, the old ones… they were so quiet. He wouldn’t have noticed Bonnie behind him until it was too late.

Gregory let out a shaky breath and smiled wanly at the Puppet, hovering over him with its hands out, like it was ready to catch him or help in any way he might need. “Thanks,” he said. “I owe you twice now.”

The Puppet shrugged, ducking its head almost bashfully. It floated further from the door, looking around the bathroom in mild curiosity. Gregory considered the stalls. You never knew how long it’d be before you got the chance to go again, not with homicidal robots stalking you.

He stepped into the main area and recoiled at sudden movement in the corner of his eye. But it was only a large, floor-length mirror on the wall. Wow, Gregory, paranoid much?

Gregory absently eyed his reflection. The rough night he’d been having was plain to see in the grime and blood staining his shirt. A few scratches stood out on his arm, and his band-aids had doubled in number over the past handful of hours.

Movement behind his mirror self drew his attention, and his brain said, The Puppet, but his eyes said, Human girl.

A startled noise slipped out of him as he whirled around. Across the room, the Puppet stopped its exploration and looked at him. It was alone.

Speechless, Gregory stared for a moment before peeking over his shoulder.

The girl was still there, standing beside the Puppet. She looked to be around his age and of a similar height. She was wearing a black t-shirt with a black and white striped long-sleeve undershirt. Black shorts ended at her band-aid littered knees. Scrunched up black and white striped socks poked out of cherry-red high-tops. Her straight brown hair went a little past her shoulders—oh, and her eyes were completely black.

He pointed at the mirror. Then at the Puppet. Back at the mirror. The Puppet. His thoughts were a jumble, and he couldn’t get out more than a stuttered sound before whatever he wanted to say withered into silence.

’Cause, like, she was clearly part of the Puppet. The stripes? Yeah, duh. But that, that really didn’t help this situation make any more sense. Was he hallucinating? Dead? Had Freddy succeeded in ripping out his throat?

The Puppet came closer, and he fully faced the mirror, mouth gaping. He gestured wordlessly and emphatically at the girl, and her eyes promptly went very wide.

“I’m torn,” Gregory said. “Either I’ve got brain damage or you’re a ghost.”

The Puppet’s body shook in silent laughter again as the girl flailed a bit. She darted forward to stand at Gregory’s side.

The girl’s mouth moved as the Puppet joined them, floating at their backs, looming like a bizarre guardian angel. Her face fell when it became clear he couldn’t hear her.

“Sorry,” he said, even though it wasn’t his fault. Feeling genuinely bad for… whoever or whatever the Puppet and/or the girl was, he patted its arm.

The girl’s mouth started moving just before he did, and the second he touched the Puppet, his ears popped and he heard, “—be able to see me like this.”

Gregory choked at the electric shock he got, jerking his hand back even as he cried out, “I heard you! I heard you for a second!”

She blinked, stunned, and the Puppet reached out—slowly, giving Gregory time to pull away—and laid its hand on the back of his neck. The shock wasn’t so bad this time, nearly ignorable.

“Try again,” he said. The three of them made for a strange reflection, and he cracked a grin over it.

“Hi,” the girl said, “my name’s Charlie.”

“Nice to meet you, Charlie. I’m Gregory.”

There was a moment of silence before the realization hit her, and then she was hugging herself around her stomach and falling to her knees as some painful-sounding combination of laughter and sobs exploded out of her.

He was crouching down and reaching out like a dummy before he could even remember that she was a ghost, but it didn’t matter anyway because the Puppet followed, hand still on his neck, and instead of his own hand passing through her, his fingers landed on her shoulder just fine. He could tell she was oddly chilly beneath her shirt, but otherwise, she felt completely real and solid.

Charlie’s head jerked up, hiccups spasming through her, her black eyes shiny with tears. They stared at each other in the mirror for a few seconds before Gregory sat down all the way and scooted closer to hug her. Her expression—one of such heartbreak and shock and desperation—spoke of profound loneliness. He wondered how long she’d been dead. He wondered when she’d last been hugged.

She collapsed against him, shaking, and the Puppet kept him from falling backward. It knelt beside them, its arms magically extending to wrap around them both. Gregory’s head was pressed between Charlie’s and the Puppet’s, and he both was and wasn’t surprised to realize there was no sound of whirring or clicking or creaking coming from inside it.

There was, however, oh so faintly, a heartbeat.

#i answered a thing #willthemechanist #fnaf fic #fnaf security breach #star's stories #life and times of star

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asherashedwings · 2 years

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✨Eclipse✨

Specifically in animatronic form.

Here’s a rough sketch of his base form, without a physical body:

Headcanon-y stuff and a few doodles under the cut:

Eclipse’s base form is more based off of my designs for the older models of the Daycare Attendents (closer to how they look in game, but like, still with my own bit of self indulgence thrown in. I’ll prolly draw them eventually).

Eclipse can possess basically any kind of electronic, but they prefer ones with screens. I imagine screens kinda work like a window to outside the body, and make it easier to see.

Eclipse’s animatronic body is a tweaked version of Sun’s model. There are quite a few changes, but Sun’s model was the base.

Don’t ask me who made the animatronic body, I have no idea.

Eclipse’s second set of arms, on their animatronic body, are actually Glamrock arms, hence them being smaller and only having four fingers.

Really, Eclipse’s base form can look like whatever, but they usually tend to look similar to Sun and Moon because they’re around them a lot, and they tend to mimic whatever or whoever’s around them.

When their body was being worked on, they would sometimes possess a wet floor sign bot just to have some sort of moving physical body. Since, yknow, arcade cabinets can’t really walk. I have a few drawings of them as a wet floor sign bot, so I might post those later.

#five nights at freddy's security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf eclipse #AshedWings Art #AshedWings post #AshedWings rambling

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amphiptere-art · 5 months

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Both of my dialogues from rested wheels are lacking a lot of context. So here we go for those of you who haven't ever looked at that one event with rusted wheels and Blue Moon.

Rusted wheels is a post-apocalypse scenario. There isn't a lot of, in world story. Just a lot of backstory. Basically. There's an old theory from game theory before we knew much about the vanny mask. Basically it said that the glitch trap virus or vanny virus would spread like cult. That the game itself was a widespread cult plague that was going to take over the country or something. Clearly that's not how the games went. But that's an idea I latched onto. A virus that takes over the world. Like a zombie virus.

Basically, I took that idea, and made it robotic. It is a nano machine virus that is the glitch trap virus. An awful mix that together brings upon the apocalypse. At first of course it's just robots. But the nanite virus soon figures out how to latch onto flesh. Making was essentially a zombie virus but with metal.

The nanite virus runs off of solar energy. So dark places or at night is actually the best time to wander around. As most of the zombies are powered off. The only type of the virus that would be on, are the ones that took over animatronics. Which have a battery. The nanite virus can also basically take over any sort of machine or metal object. Metal objects of course can't move, but they make a great leaping place to get into hosts.

That of course is just the virus. Now we get on to Sun and Moon.

So unlike what most people might think. Sun and Moon actually come from different Pizza plexes and at different times. Sun is a newer model. With a malleable faceplate and better tech. Moon is an old model. With a still faceplate and old tech, Although he does have the advantage of night time charging. Both Sun and Moon have lost their counterparts through different scenarios.

Sun lost his moon due to the virus. Basically a metallic part has a small window of time before the nanite virus takes hold. The best way to deal with it is to send the assumed affected into a dark area where the nanite virus can die. Unfortunately for robots, that doesn't work because of their battery. So they're best option is to cut off the limb. This is what happened with Suns Moon. He was unlucky enough to get his chip infected, and Sun barely had any time to say goodbye before he ripped himself out for their safety.

Moon was by entirely physical circumstances. Humans of course distrust robots since it's very hard to tell which ones are infected. So their aggression is something robots have to be wary of. Moon and his Sun had been walking around innocently. Unfortunately they got caught in a skirmish. Moon is missing half of his face because he got blasted by a rocket. They're of course was no goodbye, as his Suns chip was immediately exploded to smithereens. Moon became very distrustful of humans after that. Considering them reckless and murderers.

Sun is more of a mechanic/support in this AU. He drives the cart. He fixes the cart. He makes most of their weapons and armor. General busybody. Moon is of course more so their offense. He knows guns, He's got lots of weapons on him. Plus he's a bit of a sneak and usually the ranger that figures out what's happening ahead of them. Usually also helps figure out what the humans are doing, Although of course is not good at dealing with them.

Side note. Despite having no prevalence, vehicles played a big role in this AU. Basically everyone uses vehicles as a form of transportation. It is your livelihood if you don't live in a defended town. So almost everyone has vehicles that are attuned to them. Sun and Moon have a go-kart that they have modified they call the star dancer. The YN can have anything, but my YN rattler has this motorcycle abomination thing.

That is the basics of sun and moon. Now on to rattler.

Rattler is supposed to be YN. So in reality it's a self-insert. But like any good YN, in my reality it's my own self insert. Which usually develops into a character. Rattler is a standard human that is sort of a mechanic. They're more so a rogue fighter that just kind of travels around, and had to become a mechanic for convenience reasons. The one thing they are though, was that they were a trucker. They have this motorcycle thingy. It's basically supposed to be as big as a truck. But works like a chopper from Halo. That tail is free spinning and is a danger to anyone.

And I think that is basically any backstory have. Otherwise it's just sort of a fun world. It's got infinite possibilities. Infinite little fun scenarios. That's why I started doing some dialogue from it. Unlike some of my other works, this one really is just kind of a setting. I feel no need to bake a story because it's supposed to run like your standard continuous TV show. Things just happen because things happen and by the end of the episode the thing is already done. So I might poop out dialogue bits every once in awhile for fun. You're stupid silly and workout in their own way.

#rusted wheels #lore

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catflowerqueen · 1 year

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Among my various other WIPs (and actual papers I have to write for finals), I am now seriously considering doing a “Moon’s consciousness gets lost among the security cams” fic. I even spent most of my downtime at work today outlining exactly how Moon would have gotten to that state and where and when the others would have found his body, as well as some of the early hints he’d start getting as to the fact that he was more than just a camera.

Some of those (spoilery) thoughts include:

-Moon can sort of inhabit two cameras at once, but one of those “cameras” is actually his body—he was designed to be able to split his consciousness like that so that he could retain awareness of his surroundings if he was in pursuit of an invader and having to follow their own movements with the other cameras while he was en route—meaning that he would start to wonder about why he had such a connection to this specific animatronic, especially when he can’t access the “cameras” (i.e, eyes) of any of the other ones.

-Moon would actually be watching the moment where the others found his body (which he’d stashed in one of the ill-used service tunnels, along with a charger), and while they—unaware he was watching—were discussing quietly among themselves about what they should do, he would be idly wondering whether they came to collect the "abandoned, moon-themed animatronic” for scrap, or perhaps for spare parts for the sun-themed one that came down with them, since they look like they could be similar models. Perhaps even some form of sibling AI. And it’s anyone’s guess if these morbid thoughts are due simply to the fact that Moon is rather divorced from a lot of his emotions at this point in time, or if it is some remnant of self-loathing poking through. Not that anyone else is actually aware of this.

-This actually is probably not the first time Moon has gotten lost in the cameras, because I can see a similar thing happening when he was first learning how to use them. This would lead to Sun having a lot more optimism about what is going on, since he and Freddy know how to fix this, having done it last time. It won’t be until later on, when he’s pieced more of the clues together about what led Moon to this state—as well as found out that Freddy legitimately doesn’t remember having helped Moon out that way before—where he starts to dip into the same worry and thoughts that the others had from the beginning that maybe Moon is just staying away deliberately, and that if he truly was lost, then it was by choice. (Which is not entirely true, but also not entirely false? He was staying in the cameras deliberately, yes, but he didn’t actually intend to lose himself in them to the extent that he did)

-Moon is actually really good at sewing—its something he could do during the day to fix toys and things and help keep the daycare running while Sun was in charge of the main area, and it was a quiet enough activity that he could continue doing it during naptime while the kids were sleeping. This means Sun would go to him a lot to fix his own well-loved toys and plushies. And that’s actually why Sun would go looking for Moon in the first place—one of his favorite plushies mysteriously had its head ripped off, and all his attempts to fix it (and then to find a temporary replacement) failed, so he was seeking Moon for help with that. And then happened upon a few disturbing clues that lead to the realization no one had seen Moon in person for quite some time, even though the security reports were still getting done…

-Probably would call it something like “I (Don’t) See the Moon, and the Moon Sees Me.” Unless I wanted to be more vague about what was going on.

#i (don't) see the moon #fnaf security breach #fanfiction #writing #my wriitng

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sunny-day-dream · 2 years

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Ooh I love angst too ngl.. please give us the angstiest HCs for djmm and sun abd moon, thanks in advance xoxo

Ohhh you want angst? We can do that here.

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts/actions, lots of hurt and no comfort.

You've been warned.

DJMM

🎶 He doesn't get as many upgrades as the other animatronics (if any at all) and the pizzaplex is trying to phase him out for a newer model that guest will find more appealing. There's currently a countdown on your relationship, though neither of you know it yet.

(It's probably for the best, at least this way you can enjoy the time you have left together without him trying to pull away from you to spare you any pain.)

🎶 Due to issues with his last upgrade, he's unable to speak. He can if he really pushes himself, though it's very painful and damaging to his body. The first and last time you ever heard him speak, it was a garbled, noise filled "-l̷̜̝̲̾́̇o̶̥̍̂͝v̵̦͆e̴͇̔͝ ̸̫̤͇͂͒̌y̷͇̏o̴̟̟̅û̷͉̌͗-" Before he shut down due to overheating and the tax it put on his already under-repaired body.

🎶 He could probably push himself to do it again, and has tried, but you stop him every time, telling him once was enough and that you don't want him to break himself just to tell you something you already know. He's determined though, and thinks you deserve to have at least a partially normal relationship.

🎶 Once (towards the end) when reaching out to grab you, he accidentally knocked you off his stage and was unable to catch you in time. You only got minorly hurt (a few bumps and bruises) but he's refused to make a move to pick you up since, and goes still as a stone when you get close to him in fear of hurting you again. He just watches you sadly, wanting nothing more than to be able to hold you in a form closer to your own size- one he couldn't crush you in.

🎶 Speaking of holding you and being close- Just seeing other couples kiss is enough to almost make this man sob. He wants so badly to be able to express his love for you properly. To be able to kiss you breathless, to hold you tightly in his arms and bury his face in you hair. To make love to you and worship your body.

(If you try and bring up alternatives for this, or try and tell him how you don't mind- he knows. But he minds. He craves that intimacy)

🎶 One day after work, you head onto the dancefloor to go and see him- Only to find the stage empty and a poster advertising their newer model that'll be arriving in a few months. Pray as you might, it's not his AI in the body, and you never see him again.

🎶 (When you check your phone later, all you have is one voicemail that was set to be sent to you on a delay. You have it saved and listen to the distorted "I̵̺͗ ̸͈͑l̶̺̆o̵͝ͅv̴̗͆ḛ̷̏ ̶̞̍ y̷̦̏o̷̥͋ȗ̴͎ ̵̪͐(̵̅ͅy̷̰̿/̸̦̐n̶̖͋)̵̡̀,̵̂ ̵̲̒p̶̞̌l̷̯̈ĕ̷̗ả̸͇š̷͕e̸̜̓ b̸̜͋ę̵̕ ̵͖̆s̷̩̏a̸̮͌f̴̡͆e̸̦͝ ̴̞̕.̶̰̌" every night before bed.)

(It's the only time you'll ever be able to feel close to him again.)

(His last thoughts were of you as he sent it, watching the staff prep the room for his decommission.)

Sun/Moon

🌗 The first time they get overstimulated/heated and glitch out around you, you panic and try to step in to help. You end up with a scar on your arm, and they NEVER forgive themselves for it. Moon always hesitates to touch you now. It's not super noticeable, but if you know what to look for, you'll see his hands pause before they touch your body.

Sun just gets teary and quiet when he sees it, so you have to wear long sleeve shirts to keep his attention away from the mark.

🌗 The first time they tell you that they love you, one of the other staff members overhears and laughs at them. You have to spend weeks reassuring them that you find them attractive and that they don't need to be a human for you to love them. That you do, in fact, love them too.

They think you're humouring them for awhile, but you do eventually convince them otherwise.

🌗 (Still though, they're never as affectionate in public as they once were. And they'll have a sad look on their faces when they see love confessions in movies or books.)

🌗 As time passes by, they'll either try and distance themselves from you, or become a depressed mess and cling to your every move. You're unsure why, and it stops soon after- you do notice that it comes and goes every few months in waves.

(Someone finally told them about how you'll pass on one day and leave them forever. They don't know what to do about that. Won't admit that there is nothing they can do about it until it's too late to process)

🌗 When you do pass away though, for any reason? They'll follow very soon after. They don't want to live in a world without you, they utterly refuse to. If you've had children (adopted or born), they'll try and hold out for them- but all they see when they look at your child is you and they just. can't. do. it.

(They do so next to your grave, the one place they haven't left since you were lowered inside)

(They had to be by your side, what if you needed them?)

#sundrop x reader #moondrop x reader #djmm x reader #dj music man x reader #daycare attendant x reader #angst #Hurt #there's no comfort here #you've been warned #fnaf security breach x reader #fnaf security breach #headcanon #gn!reader

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egotheplanet · 5 years

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Singles Will Be Paired

(MJ x Peter Parker)

Based on this post - In the form of HCs

Summary: The class is going on a field trip to a small theme park! Peter and MJ find themselves in line for a ride with the intent of going alone. But park regulations are cause for a slight change in plans.

Seating on the bus goes a little something like: MJ towards the front whilst Peter and Ned are closer to the middle with Flash in the way back (you know, the cool kids spot).

The ride there was a loud one. And by loud I mean it was full of singing, provoking, and a few classic cases of beat making (against the seats and windows nonetheless).

At one point, someone uses the charter bus bathroom much to EVERYONES pleasure. They end up riding with the windows down the rest of the way.

Their supervising teacher puts in headphones for an audio book so everyone starts getting braver with their discussion topics. The bus driver doesn’t even peek back once.

The making of groups once at the theme park.

Obviously Ned and Peter are in a group. MJ in a separate one that she kind of got herded into. Flash in a separate elitist group. They don’t plan on meeting up till the scheduled meeting at the end of the field trip. As soon as the teachers are finished debriefing them of the rules and procedures, the groups split off throughout the park.

Deciding where to go as a group takes a while. Ned whines about having to go to the bathroom and Peter asks why he didn’t use the bus’ bathroom. This prompts everyone to remind him of the kid who shit in the bus toilet.

Ned mentions that there are water rides at the park and they should all put their phones in a locker.

Peter makes a bunch of excuses to do anything but.

“Mr. Stark could call at any time, I shouldn’t put my phone in a day locker!”

“I shouldn’t even be this far from home, he might need me.”

So they decide their first adventure is using the theme park bathrooms. Peter finishes first and ends up awkwardly waiting on everyone else, Ned comes out all sunscreened up. Complete with a bucket hat and sunglasses. Not to mention the classic lifeguard bit of sunscreen on his nose.

“What? You won’t be poking fun when you’re painfully sun-kissed and I remain in tact.”

It took forever for the group to pick a ride. Upon arrival, the realize the wait is at least 65 minutes long

Another group arrives at the same time. MJs group. Their groups harbor different friends so they intermingle as they join the line.

They spend what feels like ages waiting so the two groups make up games to pass time. Strangers in line look slightly annoyed but just keep to their phones.

“I spy with my little eye... Something red.”

“If you point out the estimated wait time sign one more time we’re kicking you out of our group, Ned.”

At the 38 minute mark, half the group gives up and decides to go wait in the attached gift shop. Peter jokes about being betrayed since Ned is first to quit which prompted a lot of the others to agree.

“We waited way longer for The Last Jedi premiere!”

“Peter. One thing changed my life. The other might make me hurl.” He pats him on the shoulder as he makes his way out of the line. “See ya on the other side pal.”

At the 46 minute mark all that’s left is Peter and MJ which results in banter about who gets to ride first since it’s unclear who got to the line before the other.

Once they are near the front, a sign comes into view that says “Singles Will Be Paired”.

They both get in and try to keep to opposite ends at all costs. And then with the climbing of the ride, begin to sarcastically chat about the scenery.

A couple seconds in, they realize it’s a slow log ride with multiple SMALL drops.

“The map said it was called ‘Rapid Waterfall Canyon’. That’s a pretty misleading name, don’t you think?”

“Well according to the map, this ride is the oldest in the park. I guess the small drops felt big back in the day. Maybe you should ask your friend Captain America what he thinks of it.”

They spend the whole ride laughing at the animatronics and talking about how the kids in their class could make clearer movements. They quickly become comfortable in one another’s presence.

After that gets old, they start pointing out which animatronic characters they look like.

“That sickly squirrel must have been modeled after you, Parker.”

“Funny, I was thinking that vulture carrying it off bared a striking resemblance to you, MJ.”

At the end of the less than exciting adventure, the groups are waiting for them .

They look around the gift shop before realizing the ride took a photo at the ‘biggest’ drop.

They both wait for each other to walk away before both buying the photo separately (in secret).

The groups say their goodbyes as they part ways to enjoy the rest of the day since their respective groups had two different rides in mind.

Peter shows Ned the photo and Ned immediately teases him about it which ensues defensive Peter.

“It’s not like that, Aunt May told me to get at least 1 souvenir and I doubt I’ll ride anything else since the lines are so long.”

On the bus ride back home MJ sits closer to Peter, much to his surprise (and dare I say glee).

She starts to trash talk how scared he was on the log ride which ensues exhausted banter as the rest of their groups join in on the conversation.

It ends abruptly when Ned blurts out, “Peter didn’t look scared in the photo.”

They’re visibly embarrassed whilst sheepishly admitting to one another they bought the photo— but ONLY for each other’s stupid expressions!

“Maybe I’ll submit it to yearbook in retaliation for your snide comments all day.”

“Do that and I’ll submit it as your funeral photo, Parker.”

Their shared day ends with the bus parking at school.

They’re both smiley as they wave goodbye and walk to their respective homes.

Needless to say, both photos are framed and on display on two very different dressers.

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