Moon's the type of sadistic playful things who'd punk you *while a show is actively taking place*
Were you about to operate the fly system? That's cute, he switched the rails and reweighted everything the night before
Hope you weren't trying to be steady with that spotlight, because he's stealing shit out of your pockets and pinching you at distracting intervals
You can't cross behind the scrim actually, you're getting lifted onto the catwalk and stuck there
Why aren't your calls going through??? Oh, the battery's been ripped out of your headset
AND the replacement headset
That's not the music cue you programmed!
You'd think the band would be on your side but instead they think it's hilarious that the clown is actively sabotaging their performance. It's ultimately at your expense, not theirs; the Glamrocks can just sign autographs while you search for all the wireless mics Moon has hidden strategically in the orchestra pit
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Chapter 45 into my reread of my favourite fanfic, I see you, Sundrop! by @shirajellyfish (hi shira)
Bats my eyes. This fic has been my favourite for about 4 years, it’s really good and you do not have to have a good grasp on FNAF to enjoy it + there’s early stopping points if you just want to give it a try. Puts my hand out. Join me
if you've ever noticed that indeed barely has any jobs on it lately, it's NOT just you. they started charging companies to post job listings on there and it seems to have significantly decreased the amount of posts (at least anecdotally).
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Detective Baby Moon's a pro– he knows all the best detectives immediately start narrating their thoughts out loud, regardless of who's nearby.
A good detective goes out and takes a walk in the street at night with only the light of the lamps as company while the monologue continues…
After giving the description of the culprit, Wren asks, "By the way, Mr. Detective, can you find a home for this poor lost dog?"
Baby Moon stares at the very confused wild coyote in her arms, "Sure! It'll have to be after I crack my current case, though. And if I can't find it's owner, I'm sure I can convince Sun to let me keep it!"
The room is cold. Outside the blazing white lamplight, all is dark as void.
Koishin isn't sure how he got here, shaking in terror.
"Alright." The Detective's voice is low and rough, "The first and most important question I'm gonna ask you is... are you comfortable with hugs?"
"Yes? Maybe? It- it depends?"
"Noted," The detective continues, "Second most important question. Did you steal the cookies from the cookie jar?"
Sometimes a Detective misses some details, makes a wrong call. Sometimes the missing detail was there hiding in plain sight, waiting to be noticed...
Meanwhile Monster Sun and Moon are trying to decide if this strange being mumbling about "who stole the cookie from the cookie jar" is a child in need of protecting or not.
Sometimes a second opinion is needed before the culprit of the case becomes clear… Sun is smart, he'll know! Oh! And he has guests!
Detective Baby Moon has saved the day!
He'll ask about adopting the coyote as soon as Sun gets out of Basket Jail.
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You ran with tears in your eyes, legs screaming in protest, lungs burning, but it was all for nothing. The monster was closing the distance. "RUN FASTER IT'LL CATCH US!" The eldritch abomination yelled as it picked you up and began sobbing, still sprinting.
With its many limbs, it was running faster and with more ease through the hallways. You, on the other hand, were exausted. Barely conscious. Half of your face drenched in your own blood, drying into your hair, creating a crisp mess. Behind you two, a small figure was slowly walking.
- Leaving so soon... ?
The voice. You knew this voice. But was your memory trustable in your state ? "Hang on, please, don't fall asleep !" your carrier was pleading in a sobbing tone, jumping now in the grass outside. You didn't ask questions. You simply wrapped your arms around the sobbing eldritch horror's neck as it carried you through the forest. "How did they manage to find us ? " you managed to ask between ragged breaths. The creature let out a terrified whimper, its countless eyes darting over its shoulder.
"I... I don't know... I was so sure I could protect you..."
A deafening crack echoed behind you. The eldritch abomination squeezed you tighter. Somewhere in the darkness, something laughed.
The laughter grew louder.
The eldritch creature stumbled, nearly dropping you before clutching you tighter against its chest. "Please..." it whispered. "Not again."
Heavy footsteps emerged from the darkness.
Not claws.
Not hooves.
Boots.
A man stepped into the moonlight.
No glowing eyes.
No fangs.
No impossible shape that defied reason.
Just an ordinary human. He smiled. You felt every bruise on your body ache at once. Your ribs remembered. Your skin remembered. Your mind remembered. The eldritch horror lowered its head, shielding you behind its enormous frame.
The man laughed. "Still hiding behind others ?"
The creature trembled. "You're the real monster," it whispered. The man rolled his eyes. "It's always someone else's fault, right ? You never - NEVER ! - take credit for your sins ! " He took another step. Instantly, the abomination opened his arms to extend its protection. It had stared into dying stars. It had watched civilizations collapse into madness. It had survived the birth of black holes. None of those things had ever frightened it. But cruelty without reason... Cruelty committed to something so small... That was a horror the universe had never prepared it for. The creature looked down at you. Its voice broke. "I can fight Gods." It held you just a little tighter.
"I don't know how to fight humans like him."
- Oh please, then, don't bother trying.
A loud explosion ringed in your ears. A shell dropped. Then the Eldritch creature started to lose its shape ; slowly turning its gaze to the stars, its limbs multiplying and shrinking at the same time ; eyes appeared but its head was being swallowed by the darkness. Then the scream. The visceral, agonizing scream of a banshee, an angel choir and metal breaking under heated water overwhelmed you. You saw a light so pure that you felt it ; it was a bliss and agony at the same time. You didn't try to understand, you couldn't. Even in another situation. Even another day, without your injuries. You were dying, and your brain couldn't process it.
The creature knew it. Your father knew it.
Then, nothing. Silence.
For a long time. Nothing at all. Then a small, quiet glow.
Some warmth.
A voice. "Will they wake up ?"
- It's hard to say... That accident left them with many traumatisms, and I am not talking about their body only.
A quiet sob. Some love words.
- Please, baby... I am here. I am here. I made it back ! I came for you, I found you... Don't ...
The sobs were muffled. The voice was soft. "You should wake up, kiddo."
The eldritch creature voice ! "Yep, that's me." - Wait... You heard what I thought ? "Yes. I am anywhere and everywhere, until the end of time."
- Can you tell me...
" No."
" It wouldn't help you in any ways. I made sure it was helping you, don't try to sabotage yourself now."
- Wil... Will I ever see you again ?
- Maybe, kiddo... Maybe.
The voice was soft, regretfull ; almost maternal.
Your heart was steadier. Your breathing was more profound. Your pain was slowly getting back. "You're alive. He's not anymore."
- Did you... Ok.
The question you wanted to ask wasn't gonna help. It already told you. So you stopped asking. But the creature answered anyway.
- I said I don't know how to fight humans like him, I never said I don't know how to kill them. Take care, kiddo...
The ending of the sentence was barely audible, as people came into the room, alerted by the beeping of the machine, making your loved one jump from to bed side so the window. You were struggling to breath with that tube into your throat - so they removed it. You opened an eye.
The sky was clear. The events leading to your hospitalisation were described as an horrific car crash after a kidnapping. Nobody every doubted it. It made sure of it.
You ran with tears in your eyes, legs screaming in protest, lungs burning, but it was all for nothing. The monster was closing the distance. "RUN FASTER IT'LL CATCH US!" The eldritch abomination yelled as it picked you up and began sobbing, still sprinting.
After writing those tags about Moon leaving everything behind to become a chocolatier (see previous post) I got sidetracked trying to piece together a Charlie and the Chocolate Factory DCA AU, which is immensely distracting and not at all what I need to be doing when I'm trying to bang out Artfight attacks.
My thought so far is that Sun/Moon takes up the Wonka role, staff bots are the oompa loompas, the Glamrocks take up the roles of each irresponsible parent with their corresponding kid (Gregory w/ Freddy, Cassie w/ Roxanne, Monty and Chica have I guess Andrew and Susie(?), and of course Y/N takes Charlie's place. Y/N probably doesn't have a guardian with them. (Or maybe they have Foxy? The daycare is considered a part of Kids' Cove in Security Breach. The connection to Sun and Moon could add an interesting element to the story.) I think each kid's "downfall" in the story would be different from the ones in the original book since the personalities and flaws don't line up exactly.
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I just finished reading chapter 29... and I was thinking, has our girl not had her period once since she was taken!? Like omg I know it can be delayed due to stress- but ya know since things are winding down shes bound to start eventually!! Omg how would you even explain that to moon. "Yeah I shed the inside of one of my organs once a month" and it would be extra painful due to the extra long delay... poor mc. I would hate to start my cycle in space.
Okay, so two answers for this one!
The main, canon answer is... there are authors who like the 'oh no, period' trope, and authors who don't! I tend to be the latter, and wouldn't add something like that unless it was necessary to the story in some way. Though it wouldn't make for a bad 'extra' or sidestory! (wink wink)
My assumption is that in this AU, there are other mammals who do have periods—Murids (the mice people), for example—but also for all of Sun's negligence, he was probably... ahem, pretty thorough in that part of his investigation on humans. That's my headcanon at least, since it's 'off-screen' and isn't addressed (can authors have headcanons about their own works? hahaha).
I actually think some of the other stuff we joked about is MORE unique to humans, like the appendix, wisdom teeth, and weird medical procedures! But periods? Hmm, I don't think they're overly mysterious to the universe in this AU .
Needless to say, MC would have had all the supplies she needed even with Sun.
And on that note, second answer is, if I had chosen to address it... I can tell you how it would have gone! I've written out a few 'extra' scenes with both Sun and Moon, and we'll start with Sun who very probably went through MC's bathroom trash before this encounter. Read below!
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"Sweet, I've noticed you've been tired since yesterday. Is it... your menstruation time? You know you can talk about it—"
"No, thank you," you say politely. Absolutely not.
You'd found supplies under the sink, and had been using them with no comment to Sun.
"I understand," Sun says. You peer out of your blanket cocoon at him skeptically.
"..."
"...But if you do need a hot compress—or cold?—I can provide one. Or perhaps if you'd like to stretch, I can help in that area, if you'd like me to—"
"That's private," you hiss, eyes narrowed at his outstretched hands. Your patience didn't have near enough bandwidth to put up with Sun's curiosity. Not on this matter, not right now—and...
...
Especially not when he appears to be blushing.
"...No one else is here," he insists. "I'm only trying to hel—"
"—out."
"What was that?"
"Get out."
.
.
.
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(If this had occurred, or reoccurred, with Moon):
Moon's POV:
Though it's his second visit of the day, Moon finds you still curled under your blankets. You hadn't responded to his knock either.
He frowns.
...
Freddy... Freddy had told him that you'd still have bad days. That he shouldn't expect too much, even as he felt you had been doing well during his last visits. It soothes him very little, even if he understands that.
He places your lunch tray down on the table, considering whether or not you would appreciate his presence right now, when you shift—and part of your face is exposed. Your face is—
...
Pain...?
Moon's mind reels, flying through your meals, the dietary restrictions he'd placed, if there had been some some oversight that he'd—
...
He blinks, mind slowing.
Could it be, perhaps...
...
What was the date?
He'd almost forgotten the date Sun had written—and circled—in his notes about you.
Pulling out his pager, he double checks.
...
Oh.
He looks your way.
So this... was normal, for you.
...
Moon leaves without another word.
.
.
.
When he returns, he has a blister pack with two pills inside. You are exactly where he'd left you, though you appear to have shifted some.
Going to your lunch, he removes one of the side dishes—the red tuber mash you always finished—and the glass of water next to it. Then, he moves your chair to your bedside, and places the water and the mash, along with the pills, on the seat for you.
Your eyes crack open at the disturbance.
"The pain medicine needs to be taken with food," he explains. Your eyes don't shift to him, remaining on the food.
...
For a moment, he thinks you might reject it, or tell him to leave. Sun's notes had described you as being very—
You nod wordlessly, and push yourself up until you're propped up on one arm, resting on your hip. Moon blinks in surprise.
Rather than going for the food, he watches you push the pills out from the packaging first and drink them down. Only then do you move to the mash, if a bit reluctantly.
You only eat a few spoonfuls, but Moon is satisfied with that as you push the plate away.
When he goes to take the dishware back, your voice catches his attention unexpectedly.
"Thank you," you say quietly. Your watery eyes are on his hands.
...
He ignores the tight feeling in his chest, finishing his task and moving away from you.
"I'm assuming you don't want this?" he asks, lifting your tray once more. You just shake your head. And after a moment... "...Is there anything else I can get for you?" Moon winces, hoping his voice sounded neutral, to your ears.
...
You don't answer for a long moment, and Moon is almost ready to accept that, though it pinches just a bit. But then, your voice comes out one more time.
"Chocolate...?" you say, and to his surprise, you're actually looking at him this time. It appears to be a request, though Moon is not familiar with the word.
He isn't sure what to say, and can only hope you'll elaborate, or perhaps suggest something else.
...
You do not.
Rather, you appear to have read something on his face, because your gaze drops in disappointment. And despite his every urge to stop you, he can only watch helplessly as you withdraw into your bedding once more.
...
He leaves the room after a moment, mind set on a new task.
Whatever this 'chocolate' was, he would surely find a substitute he could offer, if only you'd give him the time to try.
