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If we're doing fnaf, how about Sundrop/Moondrop eating until there's no one left? Over time snacking on regulars, their bandmates, and security guards, until no one is coming to the pizzaplex anymore because over the course of a few months, they ate all of the customers.

Oh that’s a lot of fun. Some real inane gluttony for them.

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I'm glad someone else sees the pred potential S.undrop and M.oondrop have! May I request some content of them snacking on their fellow animatronics?

Definitely, that sounds like fun! I have a funny habit of picking the weirdest characters to consider my favorite so y'know. I finally caved to make the S.un/M.oon content I want in life.

Hanging from his wire high above the stage, M.oondrop picks at his sharp teeth with the tip of a hook. He's lucky that the wire he uses is industrial grade, given that his normally thin stomach is bulging out obscenely under him, the distinct forms of B.onnie and F.oxy stretching it out as they squirm inside. During one of his late-night patrols of the P.izzaplex, he'd overheard a couple of guards talking about how there was talk of scraping B.onnie and F.oxy to focus more on the popular animatronics, and M.oondrop decided...well, why let the two of them go to waste? What difference does it make if they get picked apart for scraps or if they're left to chug through his biofuel processors? A thick belch rumbles out of M.oondrop and he looks down at his stomach with a wicked grin. The voices of the two animatronics keep overlapping as they panic or yell. He presses a hand down onto one of them and feels them thrash around more. He snickers softly and slurps along his lips. "Tasty...didn't know animatronics had flavor." Would there ever come a time when M.onty or F.reddy get scrapped for new models? The very thought makes the daycare attendant drool a bit. He'd love a taste of them. The sound of creaking, groaning metal echoes from M.oondrop's gut as it works on compacting the more difficult-to-digest material of his fellow animatronics. With another belch, one of B.onnie's bowling shoes fly out of his jaws, dropping to the stage below. M.oon snickers and goes back to lazily picking his teeth with F.oxy's hook. Even with the less organic parts of his meals, the highly corrosive acids in M.oondrop's system are more than capable of melting them down, working away both their endo and exoskeletons and the tight compacting of their stomach helps to break apart the larger and stronger pieces. Once their circuits and servos begin to melt away, the struggling and screaming coming from his stomach will cease, and then there'll be nothing left of them but a boiling, metallic sludge that'll pack onto him as extra energy reserves like anything else M.oondrop ate. By the time that happens, he drops back to the ground, sauntering off and rubbing over the slight bulge in his gut. Normally, he'd use the ropes to get back to the daycare, but he wants to make sure M.onty and F.reddy both get a good, long look at what's left of their rejected friends. And the same place they'll both go should M.oondrop hear any rumors of sudden obsolescence...or if he just thinks he can get away with it.

The only place F.reddy hadn't checked at this point is the daycare, though he's not sure why M.onty would be in there. Still, he hasn't seen the gator since the last show, and that was some hours ago. He wasn't trashing his room or in the golf course, and after checking everywhere else, this is the only--and last--place F.reddy would think to check. If he's lucky, the daycare attendant might at least know something, so he heads to the main room to check. "Attendant S.undrop!" F.reddy calls out with his normally warm voice as he walks in. "I'm glad you're here, I'm looking for--" He stops when the attendant turns around, a large pot belly sloshing about as he does. "Ah...am I interrupting something?" "Oh, n-no, no no no!" S.undrop assures quickly. "I was just...um...cleaning up! Have been for a while, of course! Haven't done anything else!" He laughs and folds his hands behind his back. F.reddy can't help but notice the nervous tinge in that synthetic voice. "Of course...I was just here to ask if you've seen Monty anywhere." "No, um, not at all! Haven't seen him for a few hours at least, yep!" "So you have seen him today?" "Um..!" S.undrop quickly turns around. "I-I really should get the cleaning finished, you know how messy kids can be, h-haha!" He tries to leave but F.reddy walks over and grabs him gently by the shoulder and turns him around. "S.undrop, is there something you aren't telling me?" "N-No, of course not! Why would I ever hide anything? I don't know what you're--" Thre's a deep, wet groan from S.undrop's stomach. A thick belch erupts from him suddenly and something flies out of his jaws, bouncing off of F.reddy's chest and landing at their feet. He looks down, seeing a familiar pair of yellow star-shaped sunglasses. They were M.onty's. "S.undrop, what--" F.reddy looks up just in time to see the daycare attendant's yawning jaws snap down over his head. He flails for a moment, letting the thick gulps start sucking him down. By the time he tries to plant his hands on the other animatronic and push him off, S.undrop is already down to his chest, and he can't resist enough to stop himself from sinking deeper and deeper. S.un's gut stretches out as F.reddy pushes him, his massive body quickly and messily devoured. S.un tips his head back as he slurps down kicking legs, his stomach hanging heavily before him as he drops another animatronic inside. A deep belch rumbles out of him and he puts his hands to his gut. "I-I'm so sorry, F.reddy! I didn't mean to, really, I panicked! M.onty came by a few hours ago because he and M.oony got into a fight and he tries to start one with me and I panicked and stuffed his hands into my mouth and--BWWWOOOOUURRRRP!" Another belch rumbles out of him and S.undrop puts his hands over his mouth. He'd be blushing if he could. Ooooh...what was he going to do? He can't cough up F.reddy, he'll be in big, big trouble for that! He might have been able to get away with eating M.onty, though, but F.reddy? The face of the P.izzaplex? What is he going to do about this?! He looks down at his stomach, starting to knead it with both hands while F.reddy's muffled voice shouts out over the thick gurgling of his sludge-filled gut. They can just make new ones, right..? Who would even notice the difference. By the time anyone would notice their main stars are missing, S.undrop's stomach would be nothing more than a soft beer gut, and a quick "Sorry, I never left the daycare!" lets him get out of answering hard questions without lying. He had to admit though...M.onty and F.reddy did feel wonderful on his frame. And they made him extra cuddly soft! So...maybe it's not such a bad thing. Maybe he could even...add more...

There's a pair of wet slurps, M.onty's tail disappearing between M.oondrop's lips the same time F.reddy's paws disappear down S.undrop's gullet. Since getting separate bodies, the daycare attendants have been enjoying even more time together and an easier time communicating. It also means...M.oondrop has been having an easier time convincing S.undrop to do impulsive things. A few disappearing guards and employees haven't gone too notice, even as the guts of the robots got heavier and rounder with each one. But now, late at night, while there are no guards in the building to talk about...M.oondrop finally convinced S.undrop to go even further. Now M.onty and F.reddy are nothing but squirming, yelling bulges stretching out their stomachs. M.oondrop looms over S.undrop, still on his feet while his yellow counterpart is sitting against the wall. Their stomachs are pressed together, with M.oon making sure to grind his gut against the other's a little bit. A deep belch rattles out of S.undrop and M.oon is quick to copy him, cackling to himself afterward. "Th-This isn't a good idea..!" S.un tries to demand, though his voice comes out more like a meek squeak. "We...We should spit them up before we get caught!" "Caught by who?" M.oon counters, drumming his fingers along the bulge in his gut that M.onty's roaring face made. "No guards...footage can be deleted...nothing to catch~" He presses their guts together tightly, forcing another deep belch out of S.undrop. He can feel that stomach churning hard against F.reddy, working at full strength despite S.undrop's attempted retorts. He knows that his counterpart is enjoying this just as much as he is. "B-But they're our friends..." S.undrop tries to say, but there's no confidence to his waning voice. M.oondrop slurps along his lips and gives his stomach a hard smack, belching deeply and sending M.onty's sunglasses flying out. "Said that about guards...you ate three for breakfast just because~" The accusation makes S.undrop cover his face in embarrassment. Try as he might, they both know how S.un really feels about all of this--he's enjoying it, a lot, and the thought of melting down someone like F.reddy was just as exciting to him as it is to M.oondrop. Their stomachs continue to churn and groan, the shouting voices of their meals starting to drown out as corrosive acids eat away at them. Plastic casing cracks and degrades, exposing metal endoskeletons that falls apart just as easily. Creaks and groans turn into crunching and snapping as M.oon continues to shove their stomachs together, causing weakened metal to break into pieces. Static warbles come from their guts as the most important pieces of the two stars degrade, and before long, all sound and movement cease. S.undrop lets out a little gasp when he feels F.reddy go slack and he shivers. Their guts shrink and soften, taking what they can from the two massive animatronics to turn into energy reserves that soften up their stomachs and hips. After only a few hours, M.oondrop sits in S.undrop's lap, making sure their bubbling pot guts stay pressed together. He snickers as he taps his forehead to the other's, reaching down to rub along the sides of S.un's gut. "See? Just food~" the robot purrs. "Yeah..." S.un huffs softly. "Just...food." He belches thickly again and relaxes. Come morning, no evidence of what the robots did would be left, and the disappearance are only going to increase as they grow greedier. And no one was going to get in their way now.

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