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star-going-supernova · 7 months

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May I humbly request clingy Freddy suffering from separation anxiety who is constantly on edge about losing his child 🙏

We are on a roll! Here’s tumblr generated prompt number 33! I put Gregory at twelve years old here. Poor Freddy in this one, lol.

Separation Anxiety

Back and forth, Freddy paced the length of the pizzaplex entrance, always keeping the parking lot outside the doors in sight. It was two minutes after 11 p.m., two minutes after Gregory had said he would arrive for the night.

His wires felt itchy with mounting worry. He cycled through various cameras, all focused on side or back doors, in case Gregory had entered the building elsewhere. He would have asked his friends if they had seen him, but he did not think they would soothe his nerves, not after he spammed the group chat at eleven that Gregory had not arrived at his designated time.

Monty had laughed at him—Freddy had been able to hear it from the foyer, loud as Monty had been in his amusement—and Chica had gently reminded him that Gregory had given him an ETA, an estimated time of arrival. Roxy had lost her patience and snapped at him to stop being such a helicopter parent and give them all a break from his incessant, and needless, paranoia.

Gregory’s a beast of a kid! she had furiously typed, essentially a shout. You seem convinced that everything in the world is out to get him and would succeed! Give the little monster some credit, Fazbear, hell.

So. He was not sharing his concerns in the group chat.

He just—it was not paranoia. His fears were perfectly rational; there were many things that Gregory could encounter in his daily life that could cause him harm. And while Gregory liked his foster parents well enough, they clearly were not up to the task of taking care of him. Not when they failed to notice that Gregory snuck out several nights a week to visit the pizzaplex.

Gregory deserved excellent care, not average care.

(It did not matter to Freddy that his foster parents’ lapse was the only reason Gregory was able to visit outside the pizzaplex’s hours of operation.)

He toyed with making the argument (again) that Gregory should stay here, with Freddy. Then Freddy would not have to worry about many of the potential dangers that existed beyond the front doors. Which, he would like to point out, had very effective safety measures.

Distracted with creating a list of reasons for why Gregory should never leave Freddy’s side again, he did not notice Gregory riding up to the entrance on his bike. Nor did he notice Gregory climb off, tilt his head in amusement at the sight of Freddy pacing, then chuckle to himself before walking his bike through both sets of doors.

“Miss me?” he teased, breaking Freddy out of his thoughts.

Freddy snapped his head up, his worry instantly vanishing at the mere sight of the boy. As soon as Gregory had leaned his bike against the wall, Freddy was there to pull him into an inescapable hug.

Gregory laughed against him, reaching up to hug him back. “Sorry I’m a little late. I guess the pacing is why Roxy texted me?”

Sheepish, Freddy asked, “Ah, what did she say?”

“Only that you’re reaching all new levels of worrywart and it’s driving her crazy.”

“I… suppose that is not inaccurate.”

Gregory leaned back to look up at him. “What’s got you so worried?”

Everything. Anything could take Gregory from him: Other humans. Car accidents. Potentially undiscovered deadly allergies. Dangerous animals. Illness. Injury. The list went on and on and on and on—

“I think you have a pretty skewed idea of what life for us humans is like,” Gregory said. “I swear I’m not dodging danger every second of every day.”

It only takes once, Freddy carefully did not say. Gregory, as an orphan, would know that all too well.

Though he did not respond, something in his expression or body language or even in the silence itself made Gregory frown.

“I’m sorry my health and safety’s got you so freaked out,” he said earnestly, and he lifted his arms in an offer. One Freddy gladly took, scooping the boy up and holding him even closer. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Stay. Stay forever. Never make me let you go again.

“Did you say Roxy texted you?” he asked instead, and it was only because he had impeccable control over his voice box that he did not sound strained.

“Hey, yeah! She found me through my foster mom’s Facebook, I didn’t even think—let me give you my phone number, and then we can text and stuff. On nights I can’t make it, we could do a video call? Would that help?”

“That—yes. I think it would.” Freddy saved the string of numbers to his memory and then sent a message to Roxy asking how to get his systems set up for texting outside of the pizzaplex’s internal communications system. She sent him a few laughing emojis, then mercifully passed along a mod file.

“While you get that set up,” Gregory said knowingly, “how about we head down to your guys’ lounge? I owe Monty a beating in Mario Kart.”

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

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mmmmalo · 2 months

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Here's an odd one: if Kanaya living in a oasis implies that the legions of undead stalking the sand dunes are associated with mummies, would it be possible that the desert-dwelling musclebeasts act as a misrepresentation of camels? People do drink camel milk, but I don't think this is about the udders of she-camels, necessarily -- I think camel's humps are being deliberately misinterpreted as boobs, and the fat within them as milk. Perhaps a similar situation to whales, whose blubber is feminized... Here's a line we get from Caliborn, complaining about being unappreciated:

I BUST MY CHERUB HUMP FOR YOU "PEOPLE". // DAY IN. AND DAY OUT. I BRING HOME THE FUCKING BACON.

The alteration of the phrase "bust my back" and move from "hump" to "bacon" invoke a camel's fat deposits. Earlier still:

WE MILK THIS FuCKER AND MAKE ITS TEAT OuR BITCH. IT WILL BE DELICIOuS.

With Caliborn assuming the language of a subjugated party in the first quotation, the second seems to evoke not only nursing, but riding atop the hump, here called a teat. And if the teat is understood as a place to ride, we also have the option to understand the "milk" as cum, making this a sort of gay bestiality scenario. Caliborn's apparent camel fixation is rendered somewhat ironic by his elsewhere calling Dirk a "horseporking twit". Projection, perhaps.

At this juncture I should be clear that this is a slurquest: the appellation "camel fucker" is a slur against various peoples of the Middle East, and I suspect that Equius's horse/musclebeast fixation is a means of rendering the rhetorical bestiality politically neutral, allowing the reader's disgust to resound unmitigated by any suspicion of disingenuous discourse. His milky-horse love isn't racist, just weird, one would think. Another instance of camel eroticization can be found in this titillated reaction to RED CHEEKS MAGAZINE:

Those burgeoning red humps… that mischievous little tail… the snug, welcoming cleft…

In the spirit of Spade's Slick's doggy porn, the heart-shape seems to do double-duty represent the ass and the humps of the camel. Boxcars' bestial inclinations are affirmed by Cans: he first punches Diamonds Droog into a grayscale grocery, in apparent imitation of Droog's grayscale fetish porn. In the wake of this, we can infer that Boxcars being punched into a Spirited Horse calendar is the fulfillment of a sexual fantasy. There is perhaps a double meaning to the horses being "a pain in the ass".

At a glance it's somewhat divorced from other Orientalist discourses, but the divergent usage of hearts (and Boxcars' seemingly unrelated affection for wax lips, which by dint of Slick's scotty dogs we can expect to complement Boxcars' fetish) calls our attention to Nepeta, who uses the twin humps of a heart to represent lips? But the only strong pun I see around her is in Seek the Highblood:

> Examine teapot. // Chameowmile. It smells so good.

The cat-in-a-teapot in Mom's lab hinted that she was drinking Jasper's paradox slime, wishing upon her mellified mummy lamp that she might be restored to youth. Diving into the fountain of youth, getting tipsy on nostalgia, all with an orientalist bent. In such a context, a strong whiff of "chameowmile" (camel) could become a Zoosmells joke? though the other tea-based cat puns offer no such tertiary reading

The language of Boxcar's porn also suggests that the space between the humps, the "cleft", is yet another camel signifier, which provides us a few other options.

"Prong of flesh bereft of home found solace twixt a cleft of foam" is not only about puppet ass eroticism, but about groin at ease between the humps of its camel. This effectively unites Dirk's eroticized interest in puppets and horses under the Orientalist banner of his anime affectations. Rose continuing on to "a painted pair of parted lips" seems to draw attention to the animals floppy mouth in the same manner as Boxcars' wax lips.

Likewise Candy!Gamzee's comment that Roxy is "globes deep in [John's] dank nook", ostensibly as sexualized expression of deep romantic interest, might suggest that Roxy is riding John like a camel. Alongside Roxy calling John "dummy" (as in puppet) and "bb" (as in baby), it fuels my sense that despite John's apprehensions about being the only real person, Roxy viewed herself as the driving force of the relationship

And Vriska saying that talking about Tavros has lodged a "beef grub" in her nook means that a "calf" (a leg instead of a baby cow) is metaphorically seated between her humps -- reinforcing the sense of compulsion lent by the base metaphor "bug in your ear" with the image of a camel driven by its rider

That's about as far as I've gotten. I have a few other suspicions but they don't have enough substance to warrant posting here.

#homestuck commentary #east mapping

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 7 months

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Reunite- Luke Alvez (2)

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Reader

Characters: Luke Alvez

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- I was wondering if you could do one for Luke Alvez. One where the reader used to be a part of the BAU but left because her and Garcia didn’t get along. (Garcia was being nosy about her abusive childhood)!So when she leaves she becomes a lawyer and takes Spencers case. When they’re working on his case Luke realizes how much he missed her and then comes to the conclusion that it’s because he loves her. Could you also make it so that Spencer doesn’t go to jail because the reader is a really good lawyer who has never lost a case.

Word Count: 484

Author: Charlotte

You spent the following few hours intermittently discussing Reid’s case and catching up or getting to know the team. Luckily no one asked any questions about the brief exchange you had with Luke, even though JJ and Emily gave you bemused looks anytime they noticed you staring at their colleague. Time became lost to you and finally you had to say your goodbyes and head out of the office to try and get some work done.

You headed towards the lifts but hearing your name made you turn back. Luke caught up with you, a boyish smile upon his face.

“I’ve missed you,” he smiled. “I’m sorry we lost contact.”

“You don’t need to be sorry Luke; we both had a lot going on. We both ended up in the academy and I finished law school, time just got the better of us both.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, instead just taking in what he saw in the woman he had once known so well but had changed over their years apart.

“What did JJ mean by ‘That superior’?” He questioned.

Your cheeks felt aflame. “Oh… nothing… you know just girl talk from years gone by.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You told her about us?”

“Not fully. We were talking about exes and how could I not mention how much you taught me in my training… and elsewhere.”

Luke playfully shook his head. “Were there other people you spoke about? Or… anyone else you could talk about now?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how he tried to skirt around the question.

“Are you asking me if I am single?” You chuckled.

“Maybe,” he shrugged.

“I am,” you stated. “And I guess from your query, so are you?”

He avoided your gaze. “Just me and Roxy, she’s a Belgian shepherd; you’d love her. Maybe you could come by some time and we could get dinner?”

It felt as though your heart would pound out of your chest. You had always had feelings for Luke and just through circumstance of your previous meeting, it didn’t last. There was passion a plenty but you wanted to go back to civilian life and he didn’t, and there just wasn’t the time nor place to discuss that there was something past just the physical attraction. Things didn’t work out that time but maybe now you were both part of the same world, both in busy, demanding jobs but both there, it could be a different story.

“Are you asking me out on a date?” You asked.

“And if I were?”

“On two conditions. We can have dinner, but only once Reid is out of prison, I can’t have distractions and from what I remember, you’re very distracting,” you said, poking a finger into his chest. “And the second condition is that you don’t cook.”

He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. “I think that’s fair.”

#Reunite #Part 2 #Request #Luke Alvez #Luke Alvez One Shot #Luke Alvez Imagine #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds One Shot #Criminal Minds Imagine #CM #CM Imagine #CM One Shot #Charlotte

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sulky-star-cluster · 2 months

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All of you who keep up with the sulky star cluster.

We are going to have a time jump!

Those of you who are wondering why the hell we would do a time jump. Remember this. The sulky star cluster is crossover sensitive. It is one of my only ask series that is crossover sensitive. And although this might be strange to some. The crossovers I do outside of silky star cluster continue on without it. And so it needs a bit of time to catch up with some events.

So we are going to perform a little time jump. Here's all the things that happened during said time jump.

Glam Freddy is able to remove the bomb from Algol.

Any characters that had a chance of moving in have moved in. Black Star is slightly grumping about this but is happy about it otherwise. (Here's a tag for all the possible people with AUs that could move in. @digimonlover09 @sigery @madcatdaderpydrawer-blog artoutoftheblue shattered-sparks @churchydragon @eclipsedcrystalstar )

List of my characters that have moved in.

Sundown, runaway, chased, actual dad, story created in ash, empty cup (These are all alternatives not ones that have been adopted before.)

Algol is able to avoid Black Star for the entirety of the time. Although he has gained the courage to run around elsewhere.

Cygnus has attempted slight repairs. Mostly for his chest area. (This might internally be so I don't have to draw the scars on his chest anymore because I forget them too much)

Rigel has made the garage into an auto place. Basically holds there vehicles. He has also officially opened a wall in Roxy raceway so that his salon can be more public.

All the characters will it be exploring outside of the pizza place now. They might be in different places. Such as Antares visiting the library.

And I think that's basically it. There might be smaller things here and there but that's the essentials of the time skip.

Onwards to the scheduled programming!

#sulky star cluster

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monty-glasses-roxy · 5 months

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I've been trying to form a coherent post about the... I guess ending of Sewercontrol AU that's all about DJ and Roxy being so excited and emotional queerplatonic partners, reuniting after one is freed from Glitchtrap and the other is finally safe to approach them. I want the cool and fun DJ to have a little fit of zooms for the first time of his life cause it's all over and they get to zoom together now, in tears, hugging every five seconds, being completely incomprehensible to everyone within earshot together...

I just love them your honour. This is the most coherent I've been about them all day.

#i love them!!!!#i have a situation that would allow regular staff to find out how close they are and just be fucking baffled #because WHAT??? those two??? really????? how did THAT happen????#he was playing songs for her whilst glitchtrapped...#in case she was ever close enough to hear.........#cause if he saw her there'd be a fight and he can't bare it so she's been banned on the system #breaking their lil hearts...#she wants to free him so bad and the ban won't stop her coming to see him... neither will the fight if she's caught...#leaving little signs that she's still there cause that's all she can do while he plays his music for her never knowing if she can hear it #do you see???? I'm insane and i love them immensely.#sewercontrol au #they're so ride or die for eachother this situation is killing them...#nobody will visit dj glitchtrapped he's all alone #roxy can't get caught or someone's going to die at LEAST... their hopes of freedom are dashed against the rocks like that...#roxy thankfully has the Minis and if that goes south then well #it's sewercontrol au she makes friends elsewhere but they're not DJ :(#psh lmao the new guys see DJ for the first time while he's in bouncer mode and they all just #'THIS shadow of the collosus motherfucker is who you've been crying about this whole fucking time?! what the FUCK?!'#THEY THOUGHT IT WAS SOME LITTLE PUSHOVER OF A GUY BUT NAH GIANT SPIDER BITCHES YOU SHOULDA GONE FOR HIM FIRST LMAO #they may have made a mistake.#put they promised her now so they can't back out now lmao WHOOPS

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valentine-writes · 2 years

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How about headcannons for Sun, Moon and Roxy where they’re in a relationship with the reader. The reader gets suspicious of Vanessa and tries to investigate but goes missing for a few days, when they reappear they’re acting…different. When they go to question the reader they realize that the readers eyes are now purple. Basically how they would react to reader getting infected from the virus and how they would try to save their significant other

a mask of my own face

↳ ft. roxanne wolf, sun/sunnydrop and moon/moondrop

「 gn! reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: anon im frothing at the mouth i lpve this?? TY!!! time 2 write >:] pretty sure this iz corresponding to the vanessa is vanny and also glitched the animantronics in the game thingy so THAT is what i will b goin off of for this prompt! also lemon demon title 4 today becuz. fun. reader is Weird and Offputting and mean after being infected by the virus because honestly idk what else to do. sun and moon's hcs are connected bee tee dubs!! also he/it moon again becuz fav hc ^_^ i accidentally do a little Unserious-ing near the end i am so so sorry i am in a silly goofy mood. anyways, expect spelling errors and grammar errors ahwjehe so soz (´｀;) ! <3 def not be my best writing but here we go!!

ROXANNE WOLF headcanons:

�� "you really think it's worth looking into?"

▸ you have tried, over and over, to convince roxanne that something was suspicious about vanessa. but by the tone of her voice she didn't see very bothered by it at all.

▸ that could not be further from the truth. she was bothered. vanessa's activity around the place was strange, to say the least. however, vanessa was also the only human nightshift security guard, which put her in a position where she meant to be trustworthy. what ulterior motives could she possibly have?

▸ despite that reasoning, she'd never let you try to figure out what shady stuff vanessa could potentially could be up to. roxy wouldn't going to allow you to walk straight into danger

▸ however, curiosity bested you. roxanne's disinterest just meant you had to go alone. without even a quick heads up or goodbye, you took it upon yourself to finally investigate.

▸ she initially tried not to let your sudden absence get to her- you ran off to make some discoveries on your own, knowing her very specific advice of not playing detective.

▸oh, but it does gets to her. it bothers roxy, more than anything ever could. you are gone for almost three weeks- and in those days, she spends what little free time she gets looking for you. on the twentieth day of you being gone, just like nothing happened, you returned. roxanne can't help but feel relieved, worried, and frustrated all at once.

▸ you don't talk to her for a couple days, but are seen strolling around the pizzaplex. the others have noticed your return too, and have mentioned to roxy that you've barely interacted with anyone since your reappearance; the few interactions with the animatonics being incredibly curt, and somewhat distant. like your mind had been off elsewhere as you made little effort to converse with them.

▸ she finally built the courage to confront you after hours. you seemed to be staring out at the automated doors of the pizzaplex. gazing out of glass doors with an absent gaze, your back to roxy as she approached you. turning you around, her grip tight on your shoulder, she is disheartned seeing how you barely even blink at her sour expression. the bitterness fades as she meets your eyes- your eyes, a shade of unnatural violet that makes her feeling sink.

▸ "i really thought you'd be more happy to see me." you remarked, a small teasing grin forming on your lips. your tone almost feels mocking. "didn't you miss me, roxy?"

more hcs under the cut !!

she knew she shouldn't have let you go, never let you do it alone- but she did, and you ended up infected because of her. she failed to protect you. the feeling ate away at her. roxanne would not let this go- she'll remain restless until she can finally save you from what you've become. vanessa will have to pay.

SUN headcanons:

▸ sun doesn't even really say anything when you initially bring it up.

▸ he didn't seem disinterested per se, just... anxious. so terribly anxious, that he took every opportunity to avoid talking about vanessa's suspicious behaviour. sun, instead changed the topic everytime you brought it up or drew attention to other things on your mind, distracting you from vanessa . and man, was he good at that

▸ still, your persistence isn't in vain. in the occassions where you managed to keep your head on straight despite his clear reluctance to make conversation around this topic, you realized that he knew more than he let on. you suspect he didn't have the full story, but he sure didn't want you to go looking for that either.

▸"curiousity killed the cat, you know!- and ah, what a shame,, poor cat,,, it'd really be best not to poke around in other's business." he said, with that static smile of his, which did not fit his slightly-serious-than-usual tone. "aw, don't give me that look, friend- you know it's for your own good." he patted your head with a grin, "you trust me, don't you?"

▸ as much as your trusted sun, you knew he didn't want to help. he would never help if he thought he was marching you straight to your doom. you went alone instead, and when you suddenly dissapear, he assumed the worst. surely, you were out there somewhere discovering a truth much too heavy, somebody must've hurt you, something must've happened- you ended up gone for two weeks.

▸ in those two weeks, the daycare remained open, and it took every bit of his energy to carry on like normal. with you gone at the end of the day, sun was alone. terribly, utterly, alone. it took a huge toll on him, yet still he waited for you. like you'd go through the doors of the daycare any minute.

▸ and then, to his utter delight, you returned. he's overjoyed, estatic, of course he is- and upon hearing that you were back, waited with a smile at the end of every day nearby the doors. this was not without complications, though.

the few human employees who had also worked in the pizzaplex had caught up to the daycare attendant's peculiar behaviour in the last few days- he wasn't less efficient, just... off putting. they had brought it up to management, and it was determined that the daycare would be closed temporarily as they scheduled for the animatronic's software to be checked on by a company expert.

the daycare being officially closed until further notice was an issue for sun, who had really hoped to see you once more, and his reluctance to leave the daycare (even when not working) made it feel even more impossible. and yet, one day you walked through those doors just liked he had hoped you would.

▸ he didn't even question how you unlocked it. the minute you stepped foot into the place, you were swept off your feet, greeted with a big hug as he spun around, clutching you in his arms. perhaps it was a bit much, he assumed, as you pushed him away and struggled out of the embrace. a million apologies are given to you , and he was back to fretting over you. as his hand is cupped your cheek, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, the strange purple colour of your irises catches his eye.

▸ it's an understatement to say he panics. this is beyond what he had expected- and it was all his fault- if he had taken care of you better, if he just took the time to watch your every move, never let you out of his sight- he could've prevented this. but he didn't. sun felt the awful, harrowing guilt, of knowing he had failed someone dear

▸ unsure of what do do or to say, he tries to question you, asking you a million questions of what happened, if you're hurt, what you can recall, how he can help- but immediately freezes as you laugh, smiling at him with an unfamiliar and sickly amused grin. it confuses him and honestly probably scares the hell outta him

this awful guilt, the pain of knowing he could've almost completely lost you- he knows he can't handle this alone. he can't get you back by himself. desperate times, desperate measures. it isn't too late.

he knows he can't save you. but there is a certain someone who can. his grip is firm, but careful as he drags you along by your wrist, over to the light switch.

you watched this, lethargically. he wouldn't ever do this. surely sun wasn't going to- he would never dare- you were certain he wouldn't.

the lights go off with a resounding click.

MOON headcanons:

▸ the minute the lights go out, you watched in disbelief as the face plate spins, sunbeams retracting into the head. staring at you are two pricks of light in the darkness. sun never turned off the lights on his own accord. this was a first. now, moon holds onto you.

▸ it's grip tightened as you struggle. moon was much stronger than he lets on and it's proven as you are hoisted over his shoulder and held securely in place. he was not letting you out of his sight- not after this, and not right now. giving you any opportunity to escape would be stupid.

▸ it didn't matter if you squirmed, or thrashed, or threatened him. you put this poor animatronic through hell as he held onto you, ensuring that there was no opportunity to run. he carried you around in the dark silence of the pizzaplex without much complaining

▸ moon didn't want to talk. didn't even want to scold virus-infected you, as you kicked and clawed at his metal body (with little to no damage actually being done- maybe a couple of dents). truth was, it felt just as guilty and awful as sun, seeing you like this. his determination to get you back to normal outweighed the sinking feeling of potentially losing you. now wasn't the time for remorse.

▸ mm. well. maybe he did a little scolding. it's very passive aggressive, and more out of exhaustion as you refused to cooperate with him. occasionally, your extra stubborness forced him to rear his gaze to you to shush you, head turning more than a human head could, face with red pupils and strange, unfitting smile- sometimes you did end up going silent- to his relief.

▸ the silence is not long lived.

"where are we even going? you got a plan or somethin'?" you asked, tauntingly. "think you've got this all worked out, don't you?"

"yes." moon's cold, metal arms shifted as he spoke, accommodating your squirming.

this earned a huff from you, but quieted your voice. why you ceased thrashing around was confusing- but still no reactions came from him him. the silence was deafening.

"...you will be fixed. just wait." moon's voice was tense. with the tone, you could guess it talking more to itself than you.

▸ he knew the words from your mouth weren't really coming from you- that the virus really took a toll on you and heavily altered your personality- but he couldn't help but feel frustrated. of course, he didn't take his anger out on you. it wasn't your fault that the virus acted like this. still, that didn't stop the apparent agitation in him.

▸ it didn't matter how long the search for vanessa or a cure to the virus takes. moon literally brought you everywhere he went. after being infected, you never left it's sight. the daycare being closed for the following days until sun's maintenance was somewhat of a blessing in disguise. he got sun to do watch over you the same way too, keeping you within arms reach until they sort out how to get the virus out of your body.

▸ on the rare occasions on which moon went out doing whatever they deem necessary to save you- you ended up locked in his room. of course, it's plenty comfortable, and sun and moon ensure to take the propers steps to care of you- and yet it certainly doesn't stop you from erratically tearing the place apart and trying to leave. the virus didn't only change your personality and mannerisms- it clouded your reasonable thinking. you didn't know how unwell you had become.

▸ and then one day, you found yourself groggily waking up on a makeshift bed of daycare pillows in sun and moon's cluttered room.

your memory is a blur as your mind attempted to recount all that happened. moon's face hovers inches above yours, watching you wake. you push him away, startled- only to laugh nervously, asking what had happened.

none of it felt real, as he tried to explain. it was just like floating through a hazy feverish dream. for so long- too long- you were in the backseat of your mind as someone else took the wheel.

before you can apologize for your recklessness, or for all the trouble caused, moon pulls you into a sudden embrace, burying his metal faceplate into your shoulder. your heart sinks. he seemed to want to say anything. all you could hear was a faint "...sorry."

how stupid to know he still blamed himself.

it's your turn to say sorry, holding onto him and trembling softly as you try to express your regret. you put yourself in danger and sun and moon had to clean up your mess. it only brushes your apologies off. seemed like he was just happy to have you back.

there's a long pause, before he springs the question on you.

"are you going to leave?.."

of course. he still needed to know if you wanted to stay with him and sun. after all you discovered about the place you resided in, the place where they were bound to- you had every reason to leave if you wanted.

you know it will never be the same. nothing about this place will ever even feel the same. so, slowly, you pulled away, taking his hands in yours.

"...i want to stay." moon stares at you unblinkingly, as you slowly form the words. "who knows- maybe we can make this place better. if we can't- let's runaway and never look back. we'd be like- undercover and on the run! or.. something... doesn't that sound,, exciting?"

the weak smile on your face makes moon's demeanor change instantly. you were back. in that instant, it seemed that he was too, being quick to retort on your suggestion of being on the run.

"you've had too much excitement."

"...mm well, i liked the parts where you carried me everywhere."

moon frees one of his hands, playfully flicking your forehead. "don't expect it to be a regular thing."

you laugh, and for a second, it feels like everything could go back to normal, in spite of what you've just uncovered. "glad to have your usual attitude back, moon."

"...welcome back to you too."

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