For those who don't know, @artistic-shapeshifter is hosting a Eclipse Week 2025 for CANON FNAF Ruin Eclipse! (Click for original post!) There's a handful of rules and optional Prompts for each day if you're curious! It goes from the 19th to the 25th! Very excited to see all the wonderful Eclipse stuff throughout the week :3c
Taking it easy for today since it's my birthday! :D So below is a snippet I had made a couple months ago to get a feel of how'd I'd write a post-Ruin Eclipse fic! Enjoy! 💖
Rain to a Robot: Ruin Eclipse X GN reader
Tags: Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Comfort, little Hurt with Comfort, he/they pronouns used here for DCA
Words: ~680
(Would likely take place in later half of 2nd arc -- implied romantic feelings, but not the focus)
The droplets pitter patter against the window, unrelenting and threatening to flood the streets. The sky is grey and the noise is overwhelming, mother nature demanding attention; the attention that it craves to have after all the labor of love she's provided. It's beautiful.
Not a single thought could be heard over the treacherous weather beating against the building.
Sun would have remembered the times when he feared the rain, terrified of when it was particularly stormy. They'd jump at even the smallest crackle of thunder in the distance. A single power outage would have caused ruin to all those he swore to protect; hands jittering, afraid to touch anyone.
Nevermind all the generators, without them preemptively running due to lazy staff, even a second of the lights out would spell disaster. He taught his little friends to hide hide hide away in the play structures, hoping they'd be smart enough to remember his aptly named game of “Generators” if the lights went out.
Moon would have remembered the times when rain was a reprieve. Not many families came in on rainy days, which meant less children in the pizza plex, thus, practically no victims on such days. The Virus would be quiet, uncaring of what they'd do with no poor soul locked in the building.
He'd scuttle about the building to follow his security protocols, but at the times when no one cared, when each room was checked… They’d hug near the roof, even entering vents to get as close as possible to the outside, just to hear the wet smacks from the other side. The sound spelt peace.
Eclipse doesn't know how to feel about the rain personally.
It's been so long since he was Sun. Since he was Moon. Conjoined into one, trying to get used to the splits of their AI merging back together. Being outside of the pizza plex was enough of a hurdle to overcome.
He doesn't fear the rain, but he's not exactly comfortable with it either. The power going out would be more of an tiny annoyance, the internet no longer available to keep him and you entertained. The biggest comfort of rainy days are just because they keep his beloved inside longer with him, nothing exactly for himself, though he supposes reminiscing isn't always bad.
On rainy days like these, Eclipse found the best thing he could do was watch.
He'll admire the racing droplets running down the windowpane for Moon.
He'll keep inside and dry, a safe and warm comfort for Sun.
And for himself, he'll wait for you to join him, mug in hand. Hot cocoa to keep you warm as you cuddle against their distorted casing.
You once told him the way he acts is so nostalgic, comparing their rapt attention to childhood memories of being stuck in a car, betting on which raindrop would be faster as it danced across the door window.
Thinking of such things makes him giggle. He adores hearing of your childish side. Such a whimsical view of things…
That is another thing that makes him so unlike Sun and Moon. Unlike them, he has you.
You'd place your mug on the windowsill he crowds, before crawling up against him on the couch with a thick wool blanket to keep the warmth between the two of you. Then, as snug as a bug in a rug, together you point out raindrops and bet on which one will win.
Eclipse learned to watch instead of listen, not because he couldn't, but he had the choice to.
He watched as his chosen champions won or lost. He watched as you sipped on your warm drink. He watched as you snuggled in, turning into his chest, sleepily denying your tired antics. He watched as you snored in his arms, taking the thought of rain away from him altogether.
Rain was nice, and it used to be of the utmost importance. Now, it's only important because you make it so.
Not a single worry or lingering sense of dread in sight.
Not even a drop.
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It was a quiet night. The blue fake stars twinkling on the ceiling that Moon was staring at from where he laid. Which was in the lousy room that the Pizzaplex had given him and Sun. He could hear Sun talk with you down in the main daycare area. Moon sighed as he raised a clawed hand and let his fingers trace the shape of the stars that stared at him.
His mechanical mind often wandered back to when he first got his red eyes on you. Moon smiled at the memory as his finger still drew invisible lines in the air. Some would say it was you he drew, others would say scribbles, but to Moon, you were the stars, though everything changed once you and him got closer.
It had been a night shift where he wandered the halls from above on his wire that ran through the whole pizzaplex; his eyes had spotted you checking out the gift shop. Not Sun and his but the main one, and yet you were holding a plushie of him, Moon. He had moved closer without noticing it was as if he was in a trance. When he had gotten closer, he could see that you weren't just holding the plushie of him, you were dancing with it... with him. The soft music on your phone that rested on the counter lit up the room in gentle light. Moon had never been outside, but seeing this made it feel like he had seen the sun, moon, and stars. The quiet giggle you uttered as you swayed with the doll made his fans kick on, and he thanked your music for covering the sound. He wasn't proud of it, but Moon recorded the whole thing.
Moon never got caught by you. But sometimes, he wishes he had. Moon was shaken out of his memory diving, and he looked up from his resting place to see Sun towering over him with a wide smile. "Watching our star in your mind again, Moonbear?" His giggle was like jingling bells, which Moon adored as well he could feel himself softly grin.
"Of course, Sunflower. Did they leave?"
"Mhmm! You really should just go down and talk with them, Moonie. They're sweet!"
"Hm. No, I would probably scare them away. They were dancing with a plushie, Sunny. They would scared by the real one." His voice hoarse. It's how it always went, anyway.
Sun frowned, and Moon shrugged.
He would probably never actually talk with you. He didn't want to stain his fondest memory.
Could you write Sun or Moon comforting the reader while theyre having a panic attack? 🥺
You’re not quite sure how you even ended up in the daycare in all honesty.
It’s not as if you had anywhere particular in mind, so you could have ended up almost anywhere and would have been just as confused—but the daycare seemed… better. Quieter. It shut down a few hours before the rest of the facility so that it could be cleaned and prepared for the next business day, so it meant that all of the kids had been picked up; no screaming, no noises, no blaring horns or overdriven guitars.
It was quiet.
You needed quiet.
Whatever had set off the episode was a complete mystery, but the Pizzaplex had absolutely no shortage of sights, sounds and smells that would have set you tumbling over the edge of ‘okay’ and thoroughly into ‘spiraling anxiety attack’
Your chest was on fire, your thoughts were flying—no comfort came from the knowledge that you only had an hour or so left on your shift, and the general noise from the crowds still within the building only made you feel like you were suffocating. Not enough space, not enough air-
Not enough.
Whether by choice or fate of your footsteps, you slip through one of the back doors of the daycare so you can hide yourself away and lean against the wall. The supply rooms kept most of the extra toys and supplies and smelled too strongly of disinfectant to be perfect, but it was better than most options; even the bathrooms had speakers constantly pouring music and advertisements for one of the hundred things that the company wanted people to spend money on.
But none of that mattered right now.
Right now it is quiet and dark. You hadn’t bothered to turn the light on when you came into the room, so only the thin sliver of light from the hallway lit it up enough for you to find a sufficiently empty corner of the room to lean against the wall and slide down until you were sitting on the cold linoleum.
Nobody would find you here—you are safe. You are safe. You are safe.
The words echoed in your head, a fragile mantra to quell the vicious storm of thoughts and emotions sending a rapid heartbeat through your ears.
“And just whooo might you be?”
The voice, soft and almost lyrical, nearly made your heart stop. Before you could even try to hurry out and claim you’d made a mistake in finding the bathroom, there was already a presence kneeling beside you. The only light came through the bottom of the door and the small window out into the main daycare area, so couldn’t make out very much of the figure.
An animatronic—that much was obvious right off the bat by their size alone. Even crouched the figure was several feet high, towering over you with a lithe figure and looming red eyes that seemed to pierce through you. It didn't take more than a few moments to recognize them as the Daycare Attendant, the animatronic tasked with looking after the kids dropped off in the aforementioned daycare. You'd only seen them a few times, but weren't very familiar.
They... looked a little different from normal. Instead of a beaming face resembling a cartoonish sun, their face was divided by a crescent-shaped moon. There were some other minor differences, but it is their eyes that make you squirm beneath the gaze.
“S-sorry,” Is all you can stammer at first, voice shaky and quiet between shallow breaths. “I’m not—I’m just taking a b-break.”
The figure is silent for a few seconds, which at first is incredibly unnerving, at least until you realize they're looking at your chest—more specifically the employee ID card hanging from the lanyard around your neck. A moment passes, and you assume they're scanning the employee number on the front.
Finally they move, shifting fluidly so that they’re sitting cross-legged next to you, but it's the sound of your name that catches your attention most.
"Aren't you rather far from your station, little star?"
The endearment is one you've often heard within the daycare, a soft way to refer to the kids. And while you'd like to correct the animatronic on the diminutive nickname, something stops you. It... feels kinda nice.
"I..." the sound stills within your throat. Heart is still racing. "I work by the Fazcade."
"We know," they respond, words neither cold nor particularly comforting. "But you're nnnot supposed to be here. Naughty naughty."
They raise and waggle a finger in front of you as if they were scolding a child. You're not sure whether to feel offended or not by the gesture, but it's probably just because they're programmed to care for kids; and technically you really aren't supposed to be the dark storage room for a section of the building you weren't even assigned to.
"I'm sorry," the apology is repeated, and for a moment you worry if the daycare attendant is going to kick you out. "I'm not going to mess with anything, I just n-need a few moments."
The animatronic is silent, watching with that eerie gaze until you start to squirm again and your heartbeat picks up in tandem.
"I-... Everything was starting to get t-too loud, too... s-small."
"Sssmall?" the attendant inquired. Their low tone of voice carried a gentle note of concern.
Your eyes flick to the floor in something akin to embarrassment. How would an animatronic understand what an anxiety attack is? How do you even begin to explain the layers of emotion involved or how it makes your skin absolutely crawl at the thought of going back to that crowded noisy arcade for another entire hour?
Some time passes before you find the words to answer with. They're half-ready on your tongue when you look back up, but the daycare attendant has disappeared from where they had been sitting not even a minute before.
You blink.
Before the question of your sanity can even emerge from the murky pool of your inner thoughts, they return with a few quick, fluid steps. With one motion they sit down and reach out a closed hand towards you, something enclosed against their fingers and palm.
Extending a hand in turn is almost instinctual.
A heavy, metallic shape falls into your palm, a bit larger than a deck of cards.
"Turn it on," they say, tone low and raspy, but oddly comforting.
Though you fumble a bit in the low lighting, it doesn't take long for you to find a little toggle on the side of the item and click it over.
Slowly, softly, a tune begins to fill the air from your palms. It is very simple and bright, though it takes a few seconds for you to recognize the music and the item itself quickly after that.
"A music box?"
They were sold at the main entrance gift shop, but you had seen kids walking around with them after getting picked up from the daycare. Did they give them out? Why are they giving you one? The answer to the former is elusive, but the second one actually is quickly put to rest--the daycare attendant tilts their head quizzically to the side for a moment before letting out a low noise that you assume is akin to a chuckle. Can animatronics chuckle?
"Sssometimes the world is very scary," they say, a gentle hiss in the 'S' that you have to wonder is a verbal quirk or not, "but it's okay to be scared. It's very brave, in fact."
Ah. Another programmed response--again, you're not entirely surprised, given the fact that they have to care for children, so undoubtedly they had encountered something like this before.
A hand, much larger than your own and metallic, settles on the top of your head in a motion that, while surprising at first, feels rather nice.
"Didn't mean to frighten you," the attendant says, gently messaging their fingers against your head while trying not to mess up your hair. "This is... what often works for some of our wards."
Our? You certainly weren't in charge of any kids. The verbal error is quickly filed under the thoughts from before and largely forgotten as they continue to speak.
"Just focus on the musssic," they instruct, "and breathe slower. Don't worry about counting--nothing else exists right now little star. It is just you, me, and your little gift."
Quick, shallow breaths are hard to stop. It's as if your body is on overdrive, pulling itself by the strings from a complete and total meltdown.
But your chest begins to slow. Little by little. It doesn't help the racing thoughts in your brain or the feeling of being too cramped, but... it does help. The attendant coos at you in a low tone almost rhythmic against the repeating tune; normally you'd hate how the music cycled over and over again, but the repeated notes act almost like an anchor in the moment. Familiar. Safe. It is so tiny in your hands.
"Gooood," they hum. "You're doing a good job right nnnow, little star. Can you slow down that breathing a little more?"
Something inside you wants to follow the gentle instructions, so your breathing starts getting deeper, more prolonged and deliberate. At first it feels suffocating, but slowly... eventually... your heartbeat begins to even out to a healthy resting rate. The attendant presses their hand down a little more firmly on your head; not enough to hurt, but enough to feel the pressure distinctly. To focus on.
"Safe."
The word seems to melt into the gentle tune still echoing in the dark, empty room.
"You are sssafe. Nothing is going to hurt you. Weee're... riiiight... heeere."
The words mimic the mantra you had been trying to focus on ironically just before they found you, and it continues for... you're not quite sure how long, actually.
Minutes? An hour? All you know is at some point your phone starts buzzing in your pocket with a text message, and that almost startles you back to reality--but not in a way that tosses you right back into your spiral of anxiety. No, when you lift your eyes up and finally find breath and voice, it's with a renewed sense of stability and assurance.
The daycare attendant simply meets your gaze, though the once red eyes seem less unnerving and more lulling, and you can only imagine that this version of the attendant is to help putting the kids down to nap during the day.
"...Thank you," you finally whisper, and they pull their hand back from your head. A quick glance at your phone reveals that while it hasn't been an entire hour, twenty minutes seemed long enough.
"You should return to your area, little star."
With a nod, you slowly get up onto your wobbly feet and try to take a step; somehow your ankle doesn't bend quite the way its supposed to in order to catch your weight, and you nearly tumble onto the floor.
Only nearly because the attendant catches you, hands carefully on your shoulders and applying just enough pressure to keep you from tripping over your own feet.
"Shit," the word fumbles awkwardly out of your mouth. "Th-thank you... sir?"
"An acceptable title of formality," they say, affirming at least one new fact about them. "But you may call me Moon."
The realization of the animatronic having a name is more surprising than the sudden shift from plural to singular pronouns. But why? All of the other animatronics in the Pizzaplex had names and personalities... why couldn't this one?
"I... Thank you then, Moon." It is a fitting name, at least. But did they give it to themselves? Or was it simply something assigned so that kids had something easier to say when talking to them?
After a few moments to make sure you wouldn't trip again, you follow the thin trail of light towards the door. Just about to turn the knob, Moon's voice stops you with the sound of your name.
Peering back, you can't see much of Moon's figure, but their eyes peek out of the darkness, and their voice carries with it such a genuine sense of warmth that it lingers for hours afterward.
"Make sure to return... if things ever feel too loud again."
My entree for the DCA Halloween writing contest on the DCAH2023 discord server
We were challenging to write under 1,000 words I think mine was exactly 1,000 haha.
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It is … a small room.
I can’t really complain, compared to the local hotels and inns this Bed and Breakfast was by far the most reasonable.
The room even reminded me of a 1930’s haunted study. Every inch of the wall had Victorian furniture against it except for the space left empty for the window which overlooked the gravel parking lot.
It felt spooky in a comforting kind of way.
Setting my suitcase on the nightstand so I wouldn’t have to keep stepping over it, I began unpacking my supplies. After I laid out everything in a tired but organized manner I felt very satisfied with my preparedness for the ghost hunting this weekend.
By no means am I a professional, in fact I’m a straight up amateur. But this seasoned gig has turned into a rather fun hobby and excuse to visit some ghostly sites this time of year.
…
That night, I dreamed that there was a tapping against my window, when I got up to look closer at my visitor all I could make out was a faint shadow on the glass.
When I awoke I deduced that it was of course the rain that had passed through earlier this morning as I could still see the fresh droplets clinging against the window.
Nevertheless my night was perfectly ordinary and I had slept well enough.
My day was also fairly ordinary, I got dressed, checked out the local shops, and meandered around town until it came close to sunset. Then It took all of me to not run back to the Bed and Breakfast, where I grabbed my things and caught a trolley that would take me to what is now the resting place of Freddy’s Arcade and Daycare!
I’m coming along with a tour group tonight but tomorrow I made sure that I would get the place all to myself!
Thankfully the owner had no problem opening up the building for another day.
As long as I pay the overnight fee and check in with the watch-woman when I leave I’ll be in nobody's way.
“This rotten place doesn’t see many visitors” he said,
“For legal reasons we have to keep most of the original arcades and animatronics boxed and locked away. That’s why it’s functioning more as a warehouse than a haunted attraction.”
My group was a fairly pleasant one, though we didn’t catch much evidence or experience any anomalies. We had fun nonetheless.
The most memorable of our group, I think her name was Cerys, had experienced a paranormal encounter herself here last fall.
“It was just down that hallway by the storage doors that I felt a tug at my collar that thankfully released when my friends called back to me. Only lasted a second or two but it was undeniable and sent a violent shiver up my spine”
“Do you think the ghost was trying to reach out to you in private?”
“Maybe, but since then I try not to stray too far from the crowd here. If the ghost wishes to have an audience of one I rather not be the lucky volunteer”
I retired that night in hopes that tomorrow’s solo investigation would be more fruitful.
…
Now that I’m standing inside the arcade alone I can see why tourist numbers have dwindled. Without the clutter of games and other mechanical entertainment the rooms feel rather barren and lifeless. I make my way across the hallway to the daycare and don’t give much thought to the one or two ajar doors that centered the gallery.
The daycare also appears relatively bare, all that stands is a rusted play structure that probably doesn’t have long till it too is locked and stored away.
I managed to find a clean spot to sit and begin throwing out some questions into the dark void.
“Is there anyone here who would like to reach out to me”
“…”
“I have a few tools here that can help you to communicate with me, a spirit box, EMF reader, flashlight..”
(creak)
“Oh you can also answer my questions with taps, one tap for yes and two taps for no. would you prefer that”
“…”
“I’ll be staying in here for the night. Is that ok with you?”
(faint shuffling)
“Do you remember who you are?”
(creak)
“Do you like having visitors?”
“…”
“Are you human?”
(creak creak)
“Are you able to leave this place?”
(crea-)
An alarm in the building trips, scares the crap out of me and my visitation is cut short, damn.
I caught the watch-woman on my way out and she confirmed that the building will be closed off to evaluate the cause of the alarm. Great.
To bed it is.
Well that was clearly the wrong decision because something had followed me back.
I awoke with undefinable fear, aware that something was in the room with me.
My strained vision made out a crouched, lanky figure with red eyes, one of which was faintly covered by a fabric that draped over its head.
I felt Infected by my fears and a terror driven paralysis consumed me. I could not bring myself to close my eyes or even blink.
It surveyed me for a minute then averted its attention elsewhere.
Cracking and a patter noise could be heard downstairs.
The animatronic follows with constrained weight behind each step. It passed the door frame unnaturally, shifting its body up and forward when turning the corner as if to make itself look as large and foreboding as possible.
As I hear it walk down the stairway I make out a second pair of steps trailing up. Then heavy rustling. Then silence.
When my frozen terror had passed I made a run for my car.
If I hadn’t been in such a hurry to escape I might have noticed the string of oil along the stairs, the torn off hinges on the front door or the remains of a disemboweled automaton collapsed beside the building.
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Happy Mermay folks! Mer AU story for you lovelies! All about my mer au fellas and the depthsss isn't that exciting? :3
Summary:
You only wanted a momentary escape, it didn't matter how as long as you found a way to be free when no one was looking.
But... If you were told you'd be stuck in the dark, living in a cave lacking in privacy, with a Jellyfish mer, a Shark mer, and a mer that's of a species you never even heard of, you're not too sure you would have taken that risk.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
Stuck in a sticky situation with a over-excited shark, a creepy weirdo, and a scary intimidating -- oh god don't let it come closer -- eel mer.
This doesn't look like it's going to go down easy for anyone.
CW: Blood, Violence, and mentions of death.
vvv Yapping below! vvv
Hehe, the doodle I made not too long ago references a scene in this chapter! Click the underlined portion to see it. They're so stupid and silly your honor.
Hopefully y'all enjoy this one! It's another long one but we're closing up on the cliffhanger from the previous chapter. :3c
It's possible I won't update this until November due to how eventful my October is going to be, but we shall see!!!
Waiting demurely to see your comments lovelies <333
You have always thought there was something sad behind that one functional mechanical eye that your very tall and famous coworker had.
You notice he hid behind his big wide grin you see the way the blackened side of his faceplate cracks and whines whenever his functioning rays wish to move.
But as always you said nothing to him. Him being the big fantastic Valentin as he is known here in Las Vegas. You had always been a fan of him when you were younger and now here you were in your 20s working for your idol.
Valentin was quite the diva at times but whenever your eyes caught his, you could see the pain he was hiding and the way his smile would fall just a smidge before he would turn and make a demand to you as you were his trusty assistant after all.
It had been around six months since you had started to work for the 9'8 robot. A height that still blows your mind. You rarely got to talk with Valentin but often when you were cleaning up after one of his shows you could spot him laughing with the kids kneeling on the ground to show little tricks and even telling some of the magic secrets to the said kids.
You felt your heart warm at the sight and sound it was as if Valentin was in his element. Being silly with the kids and their adults. For some reason this had made you zone out for a while so when you heard a clearing of someone's throat you jumped I'm surprise and looked up at the one who made the noise which was Valentin. His deep soothing voice hit your eyes like a soft breeze.
"Rabbit. Oogling is not allowed you know this." You could hear a hint of a playful tone in the way he spoke. "You worried the kids. They thought I had hypnotized you." He said with a raspy chuckle.
You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. "Oh, I'm so sorry Valentin! I was just thinking about something and it got away from me!" You were quick to clarify but Valentin only hummed as he watched you try to make up excuses. He held a hand up to silence you which you did and you looked up at him with big curious eyes.
"It's alright, Kanin." He has called you this before and told you it meant Rabbit. Or bunny rather. "You're not in any trouble the kids thought it was funny." He said with a gentle grin. "My dear assistant." Your eyes widened at the fondness in his voice.
"..." You looked away a bit shyly and let out a small gasp when a clawed hand gently grabbed your hand which made you look at the tall robot again who was now kneeling in front of you. "I have been wondering if I may invite you over for dinner? I have heard I'm a pretty good cook." He said with a soft chuckle and a tilt of his faceplate that let out a small click sound as it did.
Once more you looked surprised. "Oh! Uhm..." You felt yourself blush hard. "... yes." You spoke in a whisper and you let out a small surprised noise when you felt the cold press of his teeth on your knuckles.
