this came to me in a dream. its about the dca x my self insert btw. Mainly moon hes my bbg, sun is just here bc I wanted to write the silly guy
TW for nausea and feelin icky, some cussing
Forgot to count the words and at this point I refuse to, mobile tumblr is being a biotch to me rn
(I made this all up on the spot based on like 5 seconds of a dream I had, it was written in my tumblr drafts with no beta reads, we die like men in my blog)
Running, they had been running. Glancing down, Ange saw that their sheets were wrapped around their legs in random patterns. Yeah, that checks out.
I just wanted to nap (my y/n x sun and moon) ((mostly moon))
Ange laid on their bed in the dark, eyes cracked open slightly. What time was it? Their mouth was dry and hands sweaty, brows furrowed so hard their head hurt. It took only a few seconds for their dream to return to them.
But what had they been running from? They couldn't remember now, the little details already slipping their mind. Their bed felt so soft compared to its usual stiffness, and they just wanted to sink back into it.
Groaning, Ange fought their urges and sat up, stretching their arms behind their back until they felt a few pops from their back and shoulders, humming quietly as they relaxed. Their glasses were still on their face, one side hanging below their ear. After fixing the frame's fit over their ears, the human dropped their hand to their side. Their hand fell on something cool and smooth on the bed beside them; their phone. Two taps on the screen revealed the time, 2:48 A.M.
No wonder everything felt hazy and weird, they'd napped for six hours after their last shift. Rubbing their eyes, Ange reached to their left, where their drawing tablet was usually charging on their bedside table. They could stand to draw for a little while, at least until it came time to get ready for their next shift at the daycare.
Their hand fell through the air, not making contact with anything.
With a jolt, Ange uncovered their eyes and looked over the walls around them. Even in the dark, they could see the silhouettes of a few peices of furniture- a desk, what looked like a dresser, and a bookshelf- that didn't match the furnishings of their room at home.
A quick glance at the wall before them and Ange could see a dim glow illuminating a large rectangle set in the wall. A door, hopefully leading to a familiar place. Okay. Weird.
They began to stand, but the moment their knees straightened out the world tipped sideways. Their vision blurred and swam uncomfortably as a darkness creeped into their periferals. The ground beneath Ange's feet felt like the floor of a ship, swaying with invisible waves. The bed felt so far away.
Wherever here was.
Stumbling, they took a step towards the door. It was directly in front of the bed, not to the left like it should have been. One agonizingly slow step after the other, they made their way to the door. They needed to get out of here.
After what felt like an eternity, Ange fell against the door, using the solid surface to steady themself. Closing their eyes, they rested their forehead against the cool door and took shuddering breaths, trying not to inhale too deeply. Their lungs were on fire, but it felt like if they breathed too deeply they would throw up the mac and chesse they had at lunch.
Ange was never the type to get sick; they couldn't remember the last time they threw up. Where had this nausea come from?
Maybe that mac and cheese had been a bad idea, they thought, their hand falling to the doorknob. They needed to stand straight up. The longer they leaned against this door, the heavier their eyelids grew.
Reluctantly, Ange leaned back and gripped the door knob, but it turned without their input. Stumbling back just in time to avoid being smacked by the door, their eyes widened.
"Oh, Sunshine!" A cooing voice came from a good three feet above Ange. They snapped their gaze up to meet the familiar face of the Superstar Daycare attendant. The round face of a sun half-covered by a cresent moon was surrounded by triangle shaped rays that spun and shifted into and out of the attendant's faceplate as he talked.
"You're supposed to be resting! You had quite the spell earlier." The robot tilted his head at the human, his white optics staring into Ange's hazel eyes. The human flinched from the eye contact, the attendants eyes a harsh flash of light in the otherwise dim room. The only thing combating the white glow was the light spilling in from the open door. It was already giving them a headache, only now amplified by their astigmatism reacting to the brightly and sudden light. They raised a hand to cover their eyes, squinting, but five large silicon-cased fingers caught their wrist.
"Not speaking? That's okay! I can speak for both of us!" Sun took Ange's other wrist in his other hand. "Oh, you must have just woken up! I'll bring Moon back to put you to sleep after I check on you." He began to walk, or rather drag, them back to the bed. The human squirmed, but their vision swam and their stomach flipped at all the movement, forcing them to follow Sun's nonverbal commands.
"Where-" Their voice came out as a rasp, and a lump rose in their throat. "Where are we?" They asked weakly, voice barely above a whisper.
"Oh, that's not important!" He spun his rays cheerfully and picked the human up by their wrists before plopping them back in the bed.
"Sun." Ange croaked, their throat burning. They swallowed, hard, and tried to push through. "This isn't, uh, this.. this isn't the.. daycare..?" They ended it with an unsure lift of their voice.
"What an observation!" Sun clapped gleefully. "No, we're not in the daycare, Sunshine!" He sat on the edge of the bed, tilting his head and grinning. (Well, he was always grinning, but Ange could tell when it was genuine after months of working with him.)
"Somebody's.. house..?" Ange added, unsure. The robot's sharp rays spun again, faster this time with a few loud clicks. He just leaned his head to the side, so much so that his long torso bent until he was looking sideways at the human.
Ange narrowed their eyes, leaning back into the many pillows piled onto the bed. Once they were laying down, their body felt almost normal.
"Don't play with me." They growled, trying to be somewhat intimidating.
A dark giggle from Sun proved their method ineffective.
"Oh, you are so cute when you try to be serious!" He chuckled, reaching a large hand forward and pressing his finger against their nose. "Boop!"
Ange felt their face heat up. They pushed his hand away, the movement causing their arm and wrist to tire much easier than they'd have liked.
Grinding their teeth together, they hissed out, "Stop treating me like a kid. Tell me what's-" another rise in their throat they had to swallow down- "wh-what's going on-" They sputtered out, voice cracking in the effort to not puke all over Sun and his(?) room.
"You can learn all of that when you're better, my friend! I'll get you some water, and then Moonie can come out to sing you to sleep!" He giggled again. "Oh, maybe not sing. You know how he is!"
Ange couldn't find the words (or energy) to respond, watching Sun stand and walk to the door. The light from the hallway outlined his body as he reached the wall.
"Oh, and Sunshine-" He rested a hand on the door, turning to face Ange, then spasmed. A flash of black appeared in one of his optics and his hand on the door tensed, fingers curling, before it threw the door shut.
Ange flinched, eyes widening as Sun grabbed his head and muttered frantically, sounding something along the lines of, "No, no, no, they're not ready yet!"
Ange curled their legs to their chest, sucking in a breath. Immediately they regretted it, feeling an itch in their throat before they started coughing. It wasn't even that bad, but they were out of breath after the ten seconds it took to stop. They only looked up when they heard the daycare attendant speak again.
"Moon, you--!" Sun hissed, his voicebox crackling as if he wanted to add more. Before he could finish however, his sunrays started to fold around his head and tuck themselves into his faceplate.
Moon was coming out, Ange realized. Could he always do that? Turn out the lights on Sun? Take control of a part of his body? They'd only seen the attendant change once, and it was just as shocking the second time around.
Sun's poofy jester pants split in half along each leg, likely held there with a wire outline (or something, Ange wasn't very good with robotics, they just guessed). They were replaced with a pair looping over in the opposite fashion, stars replacing pinstripes.
The attendant's optics flashed black, to white, to black again before landing on the darker color and staying there. A red pinpoint of light was visible in the eyes, looking almost like it was floating in the darkness.
The last change was Moon's hat, unfolding and popping up from a compartment behind his head. The robot's recently upright posture was now downturned, hunched with his arms swaying at his sides.
The red pupils in his eyes snapped to Ange, his head unmoving.
"Moon-" Ange sat up, then hissed as their body screamed to lay back down. They ignored their body's warning. "What was that?" They muttered, unable to raise their voice any higher. This was already exhausting.
Moon chuckled darkly, but not another crackle came from his voice box. Ange shifted where they sat uncomfortably. The only thing they could see was the robot's red pupils glowing dimly.
Until they vanished. Shit.
The human knew he could turn his eyes off without hindering his ability to see, something about being a security function? Ange never really listened when the head mechanic explained things like that, but now they wished they had heeded the warnings.
Moon was practically invisible now, and without his voice to tell Ange where to look, he was impossible to find. The human narrowed their eyes and swung their legs over the side of the bed. Just as they began to put pressure on their feet to stand, a voice came from behind them, freezing them in their tracks.
"Oh, no, no." It chastised them in a tone they hadn't been spoken to with since they were young. A click of the tounge and a synthetic sigh followed as a large pair of hands slipped around Ange's waist. "Thats a bad idea, Angel."
Ange flinched at the touch and yelped, jumping away as fast as possible. As soon as they landed, a wave of nausea hit them, tenfold what they had been feeling when sitting.
They doubled over, one hand on the knee for stability and the other covering their mouth. A slight whimper slipped through their fingers as their face scrunched up in pain.
A soft creak sounded from where Ange had just been sat. A patting noise, muffled by pillows and blankets. The quietest jingle of bells before Moon was silent again.
Ange could only imagine how he had perched himself on the bed - he never was one to sit normally. Despite the climbing lump in their throat, the human almost laughed aloud at the idea of the daycare attendant doing some kind of handstand on the bed.
Though, that also meant he was closer to them now. Ange squinted, adjusting their glasses to try and find Moon's outline in the dark.
They just about jumped out of their skin when his eyes were re-illuminated, just inches from their face. They hissed a quiet "son of a--" and put their hands where they could only assume Moon's shoulders were, in a feeble attempt to shove him back. Immedietly their arms began to ache, as if they had just worked out, but they refused to release the pressure.
The robot hardly moved an inch at first, but seemed to decide on humoring the much weaker being's attempts, taking a small step back and humming in the sinister way he always did.
Ange's head was spinning, and it felt like they weren't getting enough air after all that excitement. They closed their eyes for a second to blink, and the next thing the knew a pair of familiar hands were cupping their face, stopping them from falling over.
"I told you standing was a bad idea. Naughty, naughty~" Moon hummed, turning over the human's face in his hands. His tone lacked something, though. He wasn't trying to scare them this time. He tapped their cheek softly a few times. "You never listen, starlight."
"Yeah, well-" Ange cleared their throat, wincing as it burned. "Yeah, well, its hard to.." They swallowed, wincing again. "Its hard to want to stay in the same spot when you're.. when you're trying to scare me-" God, this was painful. It was a little more bearable now, though, with Moon acting as a physical support.
Cool metal digits slid from the human's cheeks down their neck, then jumped to their wrists. Moon kept his gaze on their face, though, watching as they shivered under the cold touch.. He gently held their wrist, tugging softly. His other hand stayed securely under their chin.
"You need to lie down. You need to sleep."
Ange shook their head no, even as they fought back a yawn.
"Angel." Moon began their name, a warning. Ange narrowed their eyes, but then quickly opened them again. They didn't want to close them for too long.
"Tell me what happened first."
Another synthetic sigh, annoyed. Moons eyes searched Ange's for something as he seemed to mull it over.
"..Sun found you. You were unconscious in the break room after your shift." He began, slowly.
Ange nodded along, silently urging him to continue. They already knew that part. Thank the gods Moon could see in the dark; if they had to push verbally they felt as if they'd throw up.
"Your body temperature was rising rapidly. So we brought you to the nap area to keep a better eye on you." As Moon spoke, he traced circles and stars onto the human's hand.
"We had maintenance, so the daycare closed for the night. We tried to wake you up, but-" He chuckled lightly. "You can guess how that went, cant you, starlight?" Ange nodded weakly, something knawing at their stomach (besides the nausea-).
"We got worried, so we asked Vanessa for a favor." Moon said, and Ange could just hear the sly smile he had on his face right now. "She owed us one, after that night with the naughty boy."
Ah. This was Vanessa making up for the security breach a few months ago. Ange hadn't been there for it, they had plans that night, so they only knew a few details. At least now the bots were allowed to leave every now and then, if they were supervised.
Wait.
"This is Vee's house?" The human asked, followed by a big yawn they couldn't suppress. Another chuckle escaped Moon, and Ange felt both of his hands move to their lower arms, maneuvering them towards the bed. He didn't answer their question.
"Now will you sleep?" There was an edge of annoyance that had been seeping into his tone, likely from Ange's obvious exhaustion that they were ignoring. Caring, but still annoyed. Ange rolled their eyes and nodded. They still had more questions, but those could wait until they woke up again.
Every motion felt like it was done underwater. Moon helped the human into bed, surrounding them with pillows and blankets.
As they were being tucked in, Ange fluttered their eyes open a moment.
"Why was Sun acting so weird?" They whispered.
Moon put a Bonnie plush next to the human, taking a moment to think beforehand.
"Hes worried about you."
Another pause.
"..and he says sorry for treating you like a child."
Ah, the boys were talking in their head again.
"Moon..?"
A sigh. "Yes, starlight?"
"How did you... change.. without Sun letting you?"
The attendant paused, then brushed some hair out of Ange's face, the tips of his silicon coated fingers tickling their skin. He ran his hand down their neck a few times, almost petting them as he decided on what to say.
"...it was already pretty dark in here." He said, definitively. No more on that. Sun and Moon never liked to say much about how they transformed. "Now get some sleep, starlight. Sun will be back to normal after we charge, and you'll see him then."
Ange only yawned in response, their eyes falling shut on their own. The last thing they remembered that night were the cool fingertips running gently along their chin, and the hum of a distant lullaby.
The end, get outta here
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