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-Part 1 (01/05/22)-

Headcanons on Sun FNAF: Security Breach.

Sun uses no pronouns here.

[Evan]

• Sun is Pronoun Fluid

• Sun keeps a dry erase name tag with Sun's pronouns for today.

• Sun is able to connect with genders, but chooses not to identify with anything.

• Sun is an unspecified alloaro

• Sun, so far, has not been in a relationship, but has seriously considered it

• Sun is the day time caretaker and is primarily in charge of arts and crafts, meals, and physical activities

• Should a child be allergic to something, Sun will go to the kitchen on Sun's own to get their snack/meal changed.

• Sun has adopted an old broken robopet that, initially, was bought by one of the employees off eBay for their kid, but couldn't figure out how to repair it. Now Sun takes care of it.

• Sun does not like cats. At all. Sun one time got wrist bells torn off by a child's kitten at a birthday party.

• Sun has a large collection of fidget toys that children and adults can both borrow.

• Sun has more than once got stuck in playground equipment trying to get to a kid.

• Sun hates being called cute. It makes Sun feel as if not taken seriously.

• Sun and Vanessa have fought before. Mostly because Vanessa kept acting like she was better than Sun and was telling Sun how to do the job 'better' without taking child safety into consideration.

Title:  It’s Not Your Fault, Don’t Take Blame (Chapter Eleven)

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Pairing: Eventual Analogical

Warnings: none for this chapter

Word Count: 1,407

Summary:  Virgil is a single father. Not only that, but he is a transgender single father. After leaving his parents and not looking back, he is left to raise his child with only help from his High School friend Patton.

As he plans a small birthday party for his son, Aeneas, he meets Roman and Logan. He never had any friends outside of Patton before but now it seems he not only has two new ones but a love interest as well.

Now, the only question is what will he do when someone calls child protective services on him?

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Virgil and Logan looked in the kitchen for food they could make for the kids. Virgil still didn’t have much to work with, but Logan was talented in the aspect of working with what is available. More so than Virgil, who had been doing that since he could remember. 

Outsider, Outsider, tell me your tale.

Tell me the reasons you walk down this trail.

Outsider, Outsider, why are you down?

Is it because you feel alone in this town?

Outsider, Outsider, sing me a song?

I promise you, it doesn't have to be long.

Outsider, Outsider, sit by the fire.

Put up your feet, I can tell you are tired.

Outsider, Outsider, riddle me this.

How is it, all this time, you never quit?

Outsider, Outsider, you are so strong,

To travel alone through these woods for so long.

Outsider, Outsider, lend me your hand.

I'll be your guide as you traverse this land.

Outsider, Outsider, this will not end,

Until you believe that you could be a friend.

Outsider, Outsider, stay for a while.

Feel free to leave if I can't make you smile.

Outsider, Outsider, this is my home.

Tell me, in here, do you still feel alone?

Outsider, Outsider, tell me your name.

Calling you Outsider is such a shame.

Outsider, Outsider, I understand.

If you do not wish to join my merry band.

Outsider, Outsider, these are my friends.

I hope you will want to be one, in the end?

Outsider, Outsider, your brilliant mind,

It fuels a strong heart that is wistful, and kind.

Outsider, Outsider, is this for me?

No, my dear, presents sit under the tree.

Outsider, Outsider, this is for you.

Each of us chipped in, intentions all true!

Outsider, Outsider, open your gift.

I know this won't make up for ones that you missed.

Outsider, Outsider, this is our love.

It will protect you from the pain from above.

Outsider, Outsider, finally free.

Freed from the cage of your own misery.

Outsider, Insider, lonely no more,

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Is it possible to make a choice both right and wrong at the same time? Watching Phichit stand before him like he never left, dripping water on the floor and shaking from cold, Seunggil thinks - yes.

“I made a spare,” Phichit says before Seunggil can ask. He huffs out a laugh. “And you know I have both your sisters on speed dial, right?” He steps past Seunggil into the living room and lets out a low whistle. “Jeez, you really let yourself go, huh?”

“Get out,” Seunggil says.

Phichit rummages through his fridge. “Back to eating junk food again,” he says, and sighs dramatically. “There aren’t even any vegetables - ”

“Get out!”

The click of the fridge door closing. Footsteps, until he can see Phichit’s bare feet slide into his periphery. That paralysing warmth.

“Okay,” Phichit says softly. “But only if you look at me while saying it.”

Seunggil laughs bitterly. “You always know exactly what not to say.”

If he looks at Phichit, he thinks he might crumble. Ever since that day, these disparate pieces once called “Seunggil” only cling to each other with the fragility of gathered lint. He can’t -

“Seunggil.”

He grits his teeth. “Don’t touch - ”

Fingers clamp around his wrists. “Stop it,” Phichit says. His breath hitches in his throat. “Stop trying to punish yourself with the excuse that you’re protecting me.”

Soft, warm hands cup his jaw. Phichit pulls him downwards and Seunggil - all his will and strength he’d used up the first time he told Phichit to leave.

Their foreheads touch. “If you want to hurt both of us,” Phichit says, “Then we’re doing it my way.”

His hands shake, his lips quiver, and he’s blinking way too fast. Seunggil digs his fingers into Phichit’s back, unsure which of them is the anchor and which the drowning man.

“It’s okay,” Phichit says quietly. “I’m here now, you don’t have to pretend to be strong.”

Seunggil threads his fingers through Phichit’s hair. He’d dreamt of it ceaselessly this past month. “And what about you? Are you planning to see me off with that hypocritical smile of yours?”

He expects a retort, a denial, a brush-off. He doesn’t expect Phichit falling to his knees.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry. I wanted to come so badly but I was so afraid I’d prove myself weak.” He hiccups, curls into a ball the way a hedgehog might. “And I am. I am so weak.” His voice breaks. “I don’t - you - I - I’m sorry.”

It hurts. It hurts more than the fading memory of Phichit’s smile.

It hurts more than knowing he’s going to break Phichit’s heart.

He pulls Phichit into his arms and oh, he’s never realised how all the deficiencies of his bodies were moulded to fit Phichit’s perfectly.

(But this will change soon.)

Phichit buries his face in Seunggil’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. Just - this is just for tonight. I promise. Tomorrow I will smile again.”

He never realised what a cruel thing it was to fall for someone’s smile.

“Just - just don’t send me off with that fake smile of yours,” he says.

Phichit nods mutely in that way he does when they both know he’s about to break a promise. He makes no move to get up, so Seunggil sweeps him upwards and towards the bedroom that remembers his smell.

“That’s my shirt,” Phichit says, fingering the fraying threads of Seunggil’s makeshift pillowcase.

Seunggil blushes and looks away. “There wasn’t - I haven’t had time to do the laundry.”

Phichit smiles sadly at him. “That’s what you always say.”

(In a few months, that’ll become “that’s what he always said”.)

Seunggil hugs Phichit to his chest. He’s playing dirty, he knows, but he will have all of six months to make up for it.

“It’s okay,” Seunggil says.

“Just for tonight,” Phichit whispers. He clings to Seunggil like silk to its worm. “Only tonight.”

“I wanted to give you so much more than that,” Seunggil mutters into Phichit’s hair.

Phichit shakes his head. “It’ll never be worth as much as six months with you.”

He wanted to give Phichit the rest of his life. But that’ll never be worth as much as one month of pain he hid away. Lying on the bed they’d whispered dreams to each other on, they fall quietly into each other’s dreams.