Huh….
…this feels like it could be nothing or everything. Either way, it’s…interesting.
It’s times like this I wish I was a true theorist, because I feel like there’s SOMETHING here, but I have no clue what it means. Hm…
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Huh….
…this feels like it could be nothing or everything. Either way, it’s…interesting.
It’s times like this I wish I was a true theorist, because I feel like there’s SOMETHING here, but I have no clue what it means. Hm…

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F10NA and her Pet Wolf
Moon.exe rewrite au
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Reader x Moon.exe
Commission Info
I'm so happy to be back with another commission from @catbeastaisha with more of my Run Moonware AU! This time, we're back with more of the lovely and mischievous Moon, and a strange new request from Edwin. Moon might know something about it. You dare to ask, and poke his buttons in the mean time.
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You have an odd request from Edwin Murray. Your eccentric boss has no qualms with ordering you to comb through terminated employees’ emails and countless back logs of comings and goings from the entire Costume Manor and its many facilities, but this one was new.
He asked you to keep an eye out for Sleepy Moon.
Your heart dropped to your knees: he knows. A clammy dread slipped over your body and your stomach clenched as if you were about to get punched in the gut. Bracing. You were bracing to hear ‘you are fired’.
But he didn’t know. Not about you communicating with The Moon on the mysterious program that made its way onto the computer you use in the security office. He continues, specifically that you would report to him if you could find it. Otherwise, he would have to assume it was stolen and possibly sold to a third party or actively being used at some kid restaurant that one of his back-stabbing employees built up.
He seemed too on edge, too distracted, as if torn between standing in front of you and somewhere else entirely, to notice you shake back your composure. Off you went with this new instruction.
Electric Lullaby
Reader x Moon.exe
Commission Info
The darling @catbeastaisha was so kind to let me dive into my Run Moonware AU with Moon.exe! You're the secretary of Edwin Murray, and really, the last employee of the Costume Manor. After an especially rough night, the program that has taken over your computer sees your sleep-depraved state and must simply do something about it.
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Walking into Murray’s Costume Manor takes all of the strength left in your body. Last night was a horror, both in your dreams and due to the fact that you did not sleep a wink.
You stop at the restroom to quickly splash your face with cold water, but it comes out luke-warm and has a slightly sour scent, and ultimately, you leave without anything to refresh yourself with. The energy drink you carry in your hand is at least ice-cold and waiting for you to guzzle it down. You didn’t even bother with breakfast in your rush out the door this morning. Funny how you had all the time, lying awake, and you still nearly end up getting to work late.
Clutching the cold drink until the frigid edge bites into your palm, you step into the security office.
The computer whirls to life, the screen humming as it flickers on. The green glow causes your eyes to squint. It’s going to be a long day.
If Moon.exe and Sun.exe come in contact on the same computer, would they (dragon ball z style) fuse into an Eclipse.exe? XD
Im very entertained by your bits on this little au Naff <3
Those two are not looking to hop onto the same computer together. The secretary is going to learn more about Moon.exe and Sun.exe and find that they are not what you would call friends.

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Love your run moonware AU, I also had an idea for it. Moon would definitely infect the data driver in given the chance, but would he do anything bad with this power? 🤔
I see Moon as the type to prank us rather than do anything straight up evil. I think he would mess with us by making a door not open, and then finally, after we go get a coworker to help, he lets us open the door first try. Catch my idea, or am I too tired to write properly?
Oh, absolutely. He could jump into that bad boy if the secretary dared to let him, but that hasn't happened yet. He would absolutely be a monster with such power.
The only thing is that there are no coworkers at the facility. Edwin has fired everyone else (or watched them walk out on their own). Which means you're on your own in the Costume Manor. Mostly. Edwin pops in now and then but for the time being it's a ghost town and that's unsettling for you. If it weren't for The Moon as some companionship in the security office, you'd have gone crazy.
But he would pull stunts like shutting a door in your face and make you ask nicely for him to open it. The Moon is full of mischief. You just don't know how far that goes or if there's any lethal intent hiding in that programming of his.
You don't think so, but you don't ask either.
I love your ideas for Run Moonware so much, I’m hooked already with only one post :D (I’m the anon who asked if you’d write about it the other day)
I love your characterisation for Moon already, I love the mystery about him as this new form, but the familiarity of being a little bastard all the same. Do you have anything in mind for Sun in this story, or are you thinking of keeping this a Moon-fic? I understand it’s more difficult exploring where Sunny could fit in the world there
Really looking forward to seeing more posts about your ideas!! 💛💛
Ah, thank you!! I'm glad you'd asked <3
I had to think about it. It would make sense to keep it strictly Moon-centric, but I do wonder what a program of The Sun would be like. Not as the symbol for Fiona in Moon.exe, but in the same vein as The Moon where he's programed and part of a mysterious game when the secretary first meets him.
Edwin gave you a Data Driver. He told you there are mailboxes scattered around the facility that he needs you to access and take all the messages from. More of the same deal. Yeah, same deal.
Edwin warns you that your clearance is very low-level. For now, you'll go where he directs you and not one step more. You're not sure what that means, but you say "Yes, sir" and that seems to let him return to whatever he usually does when he skulks back to his house on the hill. You're not even sure how he seems to slip back and forth between the facility and his home, but you don't ask questions because that usually agitates Edwin.
The Data Driver's small computer sits heavy on your side. The cord is long and curls just below the hefty tool. As you traverse through the facility, you wander through all the costumes sticked together with great big grins and hulking presences that seem to crowd you even as you take a wide path around them.
It's practically abandoned. Half of the lights barely flicker on when you enter a new room and there is not a soul in sight. But that's a good thing. You tell yourself over and over that it's only you, so there's nothing to fear.
It's too bad The Moon can't follow you from the computer in the security office. You thought about asking him if he could throw himself into the Data Driver, but you always bite your tongue before making such a proposal. It feels... like too much. Like he'll say no and for some reason, you'll get all twisted about it.
It wouldn't be much help on the silent device anyways. He would probably find more ways to mess with you—refusing to let open doors or declaring that you're in the wrong place. You could already see the furious half pleas and half insults you'd sling until he'd open it up.
You come upon the Admin Wing. The symbols on the screen shift, temporary granting you access as you step into the office space shaped by desks and couches, and lots, and lots of cupcake figurines. They don't move nor make sounds, but you don't like their dull, lifeless eyes. They seem to shift when you look away, but you can never catch the things in the act.
So, you ignore it and step along, quick to find a mailbox with the envelope symbol upon it, and jam the thing in. The seconds drag on, and you anxiously turn and look around you.
It's all so lifeless. What happened to this place? Could so much betrayal by employees really bring a company to its knees like this?
The download finishes, and you work your way towards the Executive Suite. There's one more mailbox. That's what Edwin said. Right by the desk before you walk into his office.
It's just a big odd that you have to crawl through a vent in order to reach it, but at least it's not a disembodied program locking you in your workspace, right?
Once in the office, you snag the mailboxes, and sigh with a slightly aching back at the open vent again. Can't the door just open? You peer at the computer monitor stuffed upon the desk. There are a few papers, dusty and forgotten, scattered around the surface. There's that big yellow chicken on it. Chica. The drawings are cute—unlike so much else in this place.
You bend down to flick the monitor on. Maybe it'll give you some code or access and let you unlock the door. You don't feel like crawling through the creaking, dust mote speckled vents again.
It flickers to life not unlike a zombie tearing up through dirt and grass, slowly crawling back to join the land of the living. With a whirl and groan from the computer, the screen burns bright green before a screeching, high pitch decimal emits from the machine.
You startle backwards, hands rising to clap over your ears. Flashing and disconnected lines and numbers erupt in black and green, and you catch one sensical line in the chaos reading Sun.exe before it stops.
In a large, screaming font, you read:
DON'T GO DON'T GO DON'T GO
The computer stalls. As if a coughing breath, the fans of the computer punch faster, and you find a strangely familiar figure centered upon the screen.
Your lips part slowly. The program's head is round, but shadowed, concealing one eye in black pixels while a crown of sharp spikes rings about it. Its muscular figure is unmistakable with toned arms and a straightforward and unreadable expression. It stares deeply into you with its one-eyed gaze—as if the opposite piece to the puzzle that is The Moon.
You're not—
The text tops and corrects itself.
You do not have permission to access my program. Rule-breaker.
You glance around yourself, as if looking for help. You don't find any. "I just wanted to get out of here, through the door."
The program stares without blinking. Yet, you feel a blade-like disdain falling upon you, like an executioner's sword.
A cold shiver crawls down your back.
"I didn't know there was another game," you give awkwardly. "Are you a character on another level? Are you called The Sun?"
New friend, I will alert security to your presence if you don't leave.
The smile on the program tilts. The degree becomes lethal, as thin as a razor blade.
Or I'll put you in time out.
You cross your arms. In a defiant, almost taunt like utterance, you say "You're not being very helpful. Just open the door and I'll get out of your way."
The program is motionless, like a mannequin, like a doll with one, glassy eye. His smile looks down on you from far, far above.
You look back, uncomfortably pressing your fingers into the flesh of your arms before you resign yourself to another less than stellar version of the game you encountered. Curiously, you linger for a moment, wondering if he's connected to other things like The Moon is. Could The Sun join the lunar side on your computer?
Not that you would dare ask him now.
"Can you open the door?" you ask, a bit softer this time.
The program upturns it's one eye as if it finds you utterly adorable in your stupidity.
This program is off limitsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
Lines begin running up and down the black space on either side of The Sun. Binary numbers overlapping and beginning to crowd the screen. The 's' continues, bleeding off screen as a groan arises from the computer. You take one step forward, arms raised in alarm as if to reach for The Sun.
"What's wrong? What's happening? Can I help?"
Another high pitch audio screech admits from the device. You flinch back. The door slides open with a heavy thunk, dust swirling in the snap motion.
The Sun dissolves in the background, glitching in and out of view, appearing before being half of his pixels are ripped a parted, and the text box stretches across the screen.
GET OUT!
You bolt away, nearly knocking against the door frame before it seals up behind you with an angry slap of metal. You turn back briefly to catch the glow of green and black flashing in agonized sequences. Clutching the Data Driver tight to your chest, you breathlessly scurry out of the Admin Wing.
The ringing in your ears goes with you, echoing the haunting, almost robotic scream of The Sun.
to add to the list of David Sean Murray/Crying Child parallels, moon.exe was unnecessarily close to midnight motorist AND the fnaf 4 minigames. like... what was that about