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24-Universe's canon ending is Twilight taking out their memory chip and gives it to their handler so they can be free because FazCo wants a toy, not a conscious animatronic
I'm already plotting Act 2 of 24-Universe while I'm still doing stuff for Act 1 AND I just posted the ending of Act 1
so while I get Act 2 ready by my birthday month, here's more of the crackship but with this ending and Act 2 in mind (I MAAAAAAAYYYYY get the Logues wrong with this and for that, I AM SO SORRY-) and sorry for the long fic!
Oh, how much they hated time. A foul enemy to their days together, connection that only seemed to grow more and more each hour.
Letting them go hurt.
Twilight was set to be shipped back to their PizzaPlex location after the week of staying since their check-up. It felt hard for Prologue and Epilogue to say goodbye to them, a nagging feeling of dread that if Twilight slipping away now would be the last they would ever see them.
“Will you return again, dear? It seems time went too fast for us to let you go,” Prologue could acknowledge with a saddened look as their gloved claw gently held Twilight’s hand. Epilogue doesn’t bother to front and his Sun could see that.
Twilight’s lips tightened and only a heavy sigh to leave from it. There’s no words as both know the answer. Fazbear was unpredictable and greedy. What brought in the money would stay and continue to be drained dry till the next big thing. And Twilight was already exhausted.
Nothing but silence between them. Prologue holds their hand suddenly tighter, a scowl coming to his face.
“I don’t want you to leave. We don’t want you to leave.”
Twilight could only nod in return. They didn’t want to leave either. The only place where they felt any freer than the after-hours of their location, with more people they felt more happy to be around. But Fazbear wouldn’t let them go. Fazbear never lets go what makes them richer and richer.
“Sun.” A utter of the name Prologue preferred. Twilight steps closer and looks down at them. “Sunny, if...if something happened to me, whether in my control or not, would you still know it was me?”
Prologue doesn’t speak. Their expression scrunches into scared and concern, voice nearly trembling.
“What do you mean?”
Twilight doesn’t say, only glance away. Prologue only grows more worried in the haunting quiet.
“Are you thinking of running?” Prologue could only ask now. “Running away, dear?”
Only a small nod comes from Twilight, a harsh gasp they muster as if to hold a moment to cry. They kneel and hug Prologue almost desperately.
Another silence fills the air as they embrace for what now felt like the end of everything they had together. The world around—sounds of the night at the atrium—are then deafening. Prologue doesn’t hear much of Twilight’s next words, it’s drowned out by the severity of fear in their mechanical core that is shared with Epilogue.
They’re only brought to reality when Twilight cups their face. Something makes a clink as it lands in his other hand.
A necklace of jade and diamond. The gems surely have been fake, but the emotion behind the gift were not.
“Topaz.” A nickname, a gemstone one. “Wait for me. Could you?”
Prologue’s tongue became twisted, hard to respond.
“Promise. Promise us you won’t leave us behind.” He could only say.
Without a thought, both of their heads come together in that familiar movement of the tips of their faceplates clashing. But it’s more sorrowful and fearful.
“I promise. I’ll do everything I can to come back to you.” Twilight whispers but it's jagged and raw like a choked sob.
Time slowed now. Twilight began to slip away and Prologue let them go. He had to. They couldn’t stay, and they hated that.
Both of them hated that.
As Twilight left from his view, oil unknowingly spilled from Prologue’s eye. They’re crying. Crying while seemingly stuck standing at the spot they were at. Epilogue’s eye begins glowing in announcing his presence but he doesn’t say a word. His presence is all Prologue needs for now. A comfort.
And as promised, the two will wait.
Wait and hope their orchid will come back.
(more UTC!)
That was in late July. How long had it been? Months? A year? Time was evil.
Now it was early October, October 6th.
Like usual corporate greed, Fazbear turned the PizzaPlex into a colorful autumn vomit and usual fake props to top of the orange-purple-black combo of decor. The daycare in specific was the most festive as per protocol. Children could never stop gushing about costumes and funny movies and trick-or-treating.
Sun was monitoring the children currently inside as the doors suddenly opened.
“Mr. Sun!” Three children squeal as they let go of their nanny’s hands and run to Sun for a hug which Sun accepts with open arms.
“My, little ones! I’m happy to see you too!” Sun chuckles as he settles them down.
He does a quick instruction for them to settle their backpacks into their cubbies and stand beside each other in a line to check them off the little clipboard that held roll-calls. After he did so, he dismissed them to join the other children and waved off the nanny before turning his attention to the children around him.
Prologue stayed far away as usual. He of course wasn’t allowed near, the usual safety risks.
He walks next to his Star—the security guard who just clocked in—up the stairs beside the escalators in the entrance lobby, hearing them ramble on about their morning. They’re smiling as they do so.
The two stop at the second floor of the lobby as their Star fiddle with their Faz-Watch for special tasks from the higher-ups that they didn't check earlier in the day. The daycare’s doors are pushed out in minutes, and time stops.
Everything stops as Prologue turns and looks.
‘Dawn.’ Epilogue speaks in the headspace. ‘Is it. So possible?’
Prologue stares, no recognition of Epilogue’s tone of hope. He can only look ahead at the animatronic.
Casing colors were different, but the shape of the moon was still the same on the faceplate. Eyes like a pastel sunset purple also stayed. They were shorter than they were before and they looked softer—dressed softer and more modest.
Intensely did Prologue and Epilogue look now as their hope weighed on a scale. They wished so hard—heavily—that it was them, their orchid.
They gazed to something else.
Topaz earrings were adorned on the headcovering, glistening little in the shining overhead lights.
Topaz. That word rings into their mind like a alarmingly loud bell. A familiar nickname from the past.
“Twilight?” Prologue speaks in almost disbelief with caution.
His call alerts his Star’s ears and they turn to him.
“Twilight? Like, Twilight-from-the-sister-location Twilight?” Their Star asks. “They’re back already?” They glance over then over to Prologue. “Sunny? Moonie?”
Nothing. Neither Prologue or Epilogue answered. They only could marvel to the animatronic in front of them. A familiar feeling in the chest comes back. A familiar feeling of a pull, connection almost. They were certain it was their orchid.
“Yes. And no,” Epilogue finally says. Both parts of the faceplate twitch and a smile comes up. “A rebloom. Beautiful.”
24-Universe's canon ending is Twilight taking out their memory chip and gives it to their handler so they can be free because FazCo wants a toy, not a conscious animatronic
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24-Universe's canon ending is Twilight taking out their memory chip and gives it to their handler so they can be free because FazCo wants a toy, not a conscious animatronic
My fucking self-ship blog got intsa-deleted because I tried rick-rolling a mutual. I wish I was making this up. I don't even know how to reach out to followers I had on there because I rarely advertised my main HDGEEGSYZXG
the royal au (now named Starflowers During Eclipses), unapologetic dca oc (Twilight)/mc(y/n) that is becoming a fic over on AO3 (mainly because the design work for Twilight influenced me plus I was rereading SubZero on WEBTOON last night)
gotta feed myself and the fans for Twilight this pride
happy pride month from the rat that has some royal au brainrot
A day off for them by their Star, seeing how the two and Twilight were connecting. It was the least they could do since it had been a long and very hot week.
Twilight stood at the edge of the pool from the deepest end. Their eyes glance as Prologue begins to shed his clothing. The soft, lingering blue lights in the pool area created a calming atmosphere for their time together. Like a fun, friendly little date.
“I didn’t think this location had a pool. But seeing the mermaid Chica posters, it seems a forgotten work,” They comment out loud, soft but still clear for Prologue to chuckle in response. “Who has been taking care of it?”
Prologue turns their head, smile becoming soft as Epilogue fronts. “Unsure. But we trust. Do you?”
Such a question made Twilight cross their arms. The gesture brought a smirk to Epilogue’s face.
“Charmer, if I didn’t trust you, our first meet would have been very different,” Twilight’s shoulder joints tensed up. But as soon as they did so, they soon rested. “Of course I trust your word.”
The dual-fronting animatronic takes a step into the pool from the shallow end, keeping his eye only focused on them. There’s something in his shared mechanical heart that Epilogue notices. Infatuation? Peace? Maybe it was both. And Epilogue could not deny but feel mutual.
As they make it in by 5 feet, Prologue stretches out a hand before Twilight. “Will you be joining in, dear? There is no pressure, however. Only if you are comfortable.”
Twilight looks at the hand then down to the pool. A sudden spike of nervousness trails up their endoskeleton spine. Truth be told, they didn’t know how to swim. Floating or sitting in, yes. But not swimming entirely. They hoped Prologue and Epilogue didn’t mind.
So they nodded and turned around before unbuttoning the blouse top with a careful clutch. A warmth comes up to the wiring in their faceplate like a blush, an unusual thing. Always did Twilight have no mind to undressing, but with them, it felt… shy.
As Twilight shed their clothing, Prologue looked to the side in respect for their privacy. Epilogue chuckled in the shared headspace.
‘Such a gentleman. How thoughtful.’ Epilogue muses to his Sun, the grin evident in their voice as Prologue huffs and that familiar warmth coming to their faceplate. ‘Do not worry, I would do the same. For our orchid.’
A light splash gets the two’s attention, making their head turn.
Twilight stands in the 8 feet depth, the soft blue lighting painted around them with only their eyes illuminating in contrast like a gradient. They look down to the animatronic before them with a relaxed gaze. “Is everything alright?”
“Everything is well, beauty. Very well,” Epilogue preens as the end of their nightcap lifts up and wags like a animal’s tail. Prologue’s rays twitch a little, eye dilating to a high emotion that made the warmth inside feel hotter in the sense of a loving hearth.
Twilight comes closer, Prologue does the same. They look at each other for a while.
Then a hand comes to Epilogue’s side. “You and your star are very sweet,” Twilight speaks up, their thumb caresses Epilogue’s cheek. “You’re very good.”
“I hope that we are, dear. That’s what we wish to be,” Prologue sighs as their head leans upward. Twilight then leans their downward, coming closer to the dual-fronting animatronic’s.
Something shines—twinkles—in both eyes as their heads continue to come together till the tips of their faceplates make a small clash against each other. It’s not a kiss, no, but it had the familiar intimacy to it. A friendlier version of it, in a sense.
Twilight then moves their head back with a sudden croak in their speech.
“I’m sorry-”
“Again.” Both Prologue and Epilogue say at the same time.
Twilight stares confused until they hear the loud, obvious purr coming from their chassis and the light wags from the nightcap becoming faster.
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Reblogging this again bc people in the notes are asking a lot of "Am I included? Am I disabled if I have x?" and I just wanted to add the flag here to show people who the pride month is for.
This is the new flag, the old one was more vivid and in a z shape, but it's been made more neutral to be inclusive of people with seizures or sensory issues.
Each stripe represents a different aspect of disability:
Red: Physical disabilities
Yellow: Cognitive & intellectual disabilities
White: (And this is the key one I think) Invisible AND undiagnosed disabilities
Blue: Mental illnesses
Green: Sensory disabilities
If you're autistic or have ADHD? this is your pride month. If you have a mental illness, it's your pride month. If you're hard of hearing, this is your pride month. If you have an autoimmune disorder, this is your pride month. If you are not diagnosed with anything but you know something is up with you: THIS IS STILL YOUR PRIDE MONTH.
Twilight glanced down, seeing the animatronic step up to them. The nastiness of earlier thoughts of Envy dulled away bit by bit with every step. And with it, Twilight found themselves smiling a little.
“Charmer. What are you doing out tonight?” Twilight turned fully, taking a moment to kneel. “Wandering for me?”
“A possibility, tall dear,” Prologue fronts with a soft smile to them. “We are part of security. With our Star.” He gestured to the security guard across the second level of the atrium.
Twilight nodded. “I see. You're not a wandering little robot like me. Even if…” They didn't say the words, but the emphasis was enough to spell it out.
Prologue’s smile downturn a fraction, rays moving like a sad dog. Epilogue’s eye moved to look away in signal of fronting next.
“Sunny misses. The past. The identity,” Epilogue speaks solemnly. “It hurts. Watching everything go.” Prologue then sighs. “At times, I wish things were different. In ways that I could still be who I was. And still have our Star.”
In that moment, with no hesitation, long claws hold Prologue's side. It stays there as Twilight looks deeply. They don't speak, only their eyes say “I know”.
“Orchid.” Epilogue stares as Prologue closes his eye. “Do you dream? Long for?”
Twilight let out a heavy sigh. “I do. I dream to be myself, not something this company can drain dry.”
Both eyes dilated. Prologue’s hand held Twilight's and brought it closer to their face in a way that rivaled holding glass.
“We long for. Your sweet happiness. Our orchid.” Epilogue whispers tenderly, bringing Twilight's hand to their lips. “It's what you deserve, dear. Even if it feels impossible.” Prologue continued his Moon’s words before setting a kind press similar to a gentlemanly kiss to the hand.
Twilight felt a sudden spike of heat in their systems, a gentle whirr of their cooling fans to not make it obvious how moved they were.
Something in their chassis tightened. A tug, a pull.
“Alright, Twilight. Everything is up to date now. You may walk out of the pod.”
Twilight let out a inaudible groan as their optics glowed the moment they opened. At once feeling movement in their endo, they stumbled out of the maintenance pod. A long bedroom robe was thrown over their shoulders, and Twilight instantly used it to cover themselves.
A sigh left their lips. “Another time, 6 months?“
“Heh, if it means seeing you like that again—other than dealing with the Faz—then sure.” A playful scoff from the maintenance worker made to Twilight’s question.
Twilight’s expression turned sour at the comment, long elegant claws flicked the hat off the worker’s head. “Behave yourself,” they warn with a melodic growl before walking away a good measure. The worker’s hat flew to the end of the stairs, up to the Glamrock green rooms. Twilight watched as the worker’s eyes widened.
They tilted their head as their eyes narrowed like a alligator’s dilated pupils. “Well? Fetch.” And without a second thought, before the worker could spout some insult, Twilight turned and walked away from them.
It was a long day and they didn’t need more crude comments for the night.
Twilight paces out of Parts and Service, optics scanning for any movement as they approached the atrium’s stage. Looking up, they could see the glowing visuals of the Glamrock holograms. Holograms that expressed the uniqueness and contrasts of each animatronic that the children loved.
Special, important.
Something Twilight was and also was not genuinely.
(more UTC!)
Envy snaked up the mechanical spine. Twilight closed their eyes suddenly, trying to drown the growing hate.
‘They are so perfect’, Envy whispered in their mind. ‘So perfect and important. Not like you.’
Twilight snarled inward, a reverb in their voice-box to drown out the thoughts which quieted down instantly in response. As the stage made it to the main atrium, Twilight continued their way. The only thing now was to tire to the spare green room the PizzaPlex had for them.
“And who are you, tall dear?”
Twilight paused and turned around. “Is someone there?”
“My, my. Down here. Just below.”
Twilight knelt—mindful of their robe covering them—and stared in curiosity. It looked like Sun, yet still so different. Mismatched clothing was new. And Moon looked…. fused in the same front. Odd. Twilight began to stare more intensely, analyzing.
“It is rude to stare,” ‘Sun’ reminded in soft words. As they tilted their head right, ‘Moon’ seemed to front. “Naughty thing. Tall dear.”
Such a interesting animatronic.
“I apologize… Sun?” Twilight couldn’t tell if it was really Sun or someone else. “It is always Moon that patrols during the night. I have never seen you before.”
‘Sun’ chuckles at their confusion. “It is alright. I am usually hidden for reasons, reasons no one will tell.” Then his head tilts left. “They say nothing. Of you. Tall dear, beauty.” Moon then fronts again—it was hard to tell for a bit.
A huff came from Twilight, already feeling distasteful of the sweetness. “Keep your flattering, both of you. I’ve had enough of that.” Then they softened to continue. “I’m from the sister location. The company’s moneymaker…. to much unfortunance. Twilight is my name.”
‘Sun’ was now in turn to stare. His eyes scanned Twilight’s frame, scanning to search within the database for a ‘Twilight’. Upon finding a match, both eyes widened. ‘Moon’ stared at nothing with interest, ‘Sun’ became flustered.
“Twilight. A star. A very bright star, that you are.” ‘Moon’ could only muse at the new knowledge. Then his gloved hand raised up and rested on his chest. “Epilogue, Prologue, as others call us. But we prefer. Moon and Sun.”
‘Sun’—Prologue—cleared his throat to lessen the awkward air. Epilogue chuckled at his Sun’s flustered state. “Excuse him, great star. We do not travel. You are… quite an interesting dear.”
Like them, Twilight became fascinated. Fazbear never spoke about a firstly-made Sun and Moon. Why hide their existence? What happened?
“I receive that a lot, if you couldn’t already tell.” Twilight sounded defeated, tired, of that specific part. Being interesting for only one thing of them. “But I’m not really that. I’m hardly anything but a toy. You must have been something.”
Prologue frowned as Epilogue stopped his smile. “You mustn't say that about yourself. There must be something that is unique about you, more than… the expectations.” Epilogue’s eye suddenly narrowed. “Anything.” He spoke almost upset.
But there really was nothing so unique outside of the work Twilight did. Their words were true—they were merely a toy to not only the company but to the people. Nothing higher than that. Twilight shook their head at the two, sighing in defeat.
“There isn’t.” Twilight suddenly stood and crossed their arms. “There is nothing that could make me special, important other than what I was made to do.” They checked for the time in their systems. “It’s late. I should go.”
As they began to turn, a hand grabbed theirs. Prologue gently—tenderly—brought their hand back.
“May we help? Let us help you. There is brightness in your starlight, tall dear,” Prologue requested in a soft sweetness. Epilogue grinned. “Beauty. There is much more to you. You need the right person. Or people.”
Twilight looked at them, carved eyebrow turning up. “Charming. How can I trust you will do as you say?”
Epilogue let out a frenzied low giggle. “We do not deceive, beauty.” His smile widens as his eye dilates into something bright, full of emotion.
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this is how it feels simping for Prologue/Epilogue for me lol, I'm the rat hugging
I love the tree that is Prologue/Epilogue
Prologue lightly laughs at the image before looking at you. "I do not know what simping is, but if you wish to hug me, my dear-" he kneels in front of you and hands your phone back to you. "-You simply just have to ask me," he sends you a wink, rays wiggling just a bit as he smiles at you, soft and warm. "I do not think we look like a tree, though..." He mumbles.
Epilogue snorts. "Our. Height." He says softly to Prologue, who lets out a soft 'Ah.'
(LMAOOO ur so real for that tho... I would love to climb them...)
