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various (incomplete) writings for my versions of the Daycare Attendant, Moony and Sunny
(reference, shown without their ribbons/bells bc Oops lol)
(here are some design notes, and other pieces/lore can be found in their tags 'sunny' 'moony' and 'robolore' below :)!)
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KIDS ASK THE DARNDEST THINGS :)
âSunny?â
âYes, brightshine?â
âHow do you work?â
Sunny paused and blinked down at the inquisitive little girl at his side. âHow do I work?â
âYeah; youâre a robot, right?â
âUh huh!â
âSo how do you work?â
Sunny giggled, squatted down to her level, and whimsically bloomed his turquoise-tipped fingers like flower petals before her face. âIâm made of what engineers call magic!â
She giggled loudly. âNo youâre not!â she brashly accused through her big grin, drawing shocked body language out of the animated machine so overt and silly that the sight only made her squeal in amusement. âYouâre a computer!â
âIâm a computer?!â Sunny gasped, clutching the lunar-themed sensor on his chest. âWhat?! Really??â
âHehe, YEAH!â
âNobody told ME that!! Oh, NO! I thought I was a ROBOT!!â the caretaker wailed, dropping right off his haunches and onto the floor with a plop. His hood went boof âround his head in response to the hard and sudden impact, the sight of which sent the child into another giggly fit. âYou mean Iâve been LIED TO??â
The histrionics were starting to draw attention from the other kids and one of the adult handlers. Curiosity had them wandering over to see what the fuss was about, while Sunny continued to cartoonishly mourn, âIâm really NOT magic??â
âNoooo, youâre magic! Youâre magic!â a couple children chimed in, rushing to console the robot. âSheâs lying! Youâre magic!â
âOh, I donât know what to believe!â The Attendant dropped his flat face into his hands, the little ones patting his shoulders and flinging themselves upon him in comfort. âThey told me Iâm magic, butâ but if Iâm a computerââ
A boy piped up, projecting his voice over the din. âComputers are magic!âÂ
Sunny dropped his hands and looked hopefully to the boy at his right. âYeah? You promise??â
âOf course!â the outspoken six-year-old declared with all the confidence in the world. âYou donât even LOOK like a computer!â
A chorus of voices began to agree, prompting Sunny give a great sigh of relief, his body lifting and folding like a coiled spring. âWHEW! Wow! I guess youâre right; I sure donât! Iâm shaped like a human, not a box.. is that right?â
âYEAH! You donât look like a box! You look like a human!â the children enthusiastically concurred, their various validations overlapping.Â
âWell!â their playtime friend said, starting to get to his feet, âHearing that, I feel a whole lot betterââ
âBut youâre a COMPUTER!â the girl from afore insisted, just as he was almost at full height. âYouâre made of all metal!â
Sunnyâs immobile face seemed to gawk. âIâm made of all METAL?!â Flying his pretty bicolored hands to his hood, the animatronic proceeded to clutch the excessive fabric umbrella with no small amount of turmoil, tugging on it as he once again let out a dramatic wail. âOh, NO!!âÂ
The clamor of giggles and shouts became auditory mashed potato whilst their devoted carer sank to the floor all over again. Sunny was quickly mauled by their excited, worried hands, his distraught suffocated in the childrenâs wholesome attempts to hug the problem all better. He happily played along of course, welcoming their consolations with literal open arms and kind words.Â
His children - his little Sundrops - were so sweet.Â
But a bit of trouble was brewing on the sidelines. A small tiff was beginning to break out between the innocent instigator and the boy whoâd challenged her. To the rescue today was Assistant Charlene, already kneeling between them to de-escalate and try to help them talk it out, to some marginal success.Â
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(IMPORTANT NOTE: Sunny and Moony are one bot. however, they are NOT programmed as brothers, nor do they consider themselves to be; but they ARE lovers.)
NESTING TIME đĽş
Kassim watched Moony soar from one silken drape to the next with elegance and grace. He likened the robot to Tarzan - if Tarzan were a ballerina. It was after hours, and his shift had ended half an hour ago. Moony would begin patrols in two hours, but for now, he was collecting.Â
The embodiment of the great Northern Lights swooped down from his sky. Five glowing fingertips nabbed an overstuffed fringe pillow from the security desk, then the animatronic scaled the cloth rope again, making away for the tented tower on the other side of the room.Â
âWhatcha doinâ, Moony?â called out his assistant.Â
There was a response, but Kassim couldnât hear it. That was the problem with Moony: he was so hard to hear. Programming dictated his volume control auto-set to a whisper, which was appropriate for a nap time caretaker; however, it did mean that trying to have a conversation with him without being in close proximity could be difficult.Â
He had to wait. Sure enough, Moony returned, and lowered himself down to Kassimâs level. âNesting,â he softly spoke. The young man peered into Moonyâs swirly purple eye.Â
âNesting?â
âNesting.â
âYouâre building a nest?â
âYes.â
His face scrunched confusion. âWh.. why?â
âShouldnât you be going home?â
Kassim smirked. âWhy are you evading the question?â
The purple cyclone rolled in its socket. He was sure Moony wouldâve stuck out his tongue if he could, or had one. âBecause we like to rest,â Moony lightly snipped, folding his arms. âI know you donât possibly get it, but we like to nest together.â
Kassim sure didnât get how a single bot could ânest togetherâ with essentially itself, but he went off the remark anyhow. "
"I cant- I just, I need to be alone, I'm sorry I need to be alone!"
***
Bigbst4tz felt like he could finally take a satisfying breath. After their fight and unhelpful 'therapy' session, Ren logged off and who knew when he would be back. Bigb wasn't... ecstatic that Ren was this heartbroken, but he definitely felt happy for himself.
Something nagged at him after Ren's outfit change. Something Martyn-y, and he didn't like it. Besides, he wasn't the initiator in this secret admirer business, he just... accepted it. He couldn't help it if he was attractive!
Not to mention he had basically been right, what with Ren admitting he left and made an alliance with Martyn! And Pearl! And had the audacity to call it the 'Broken Hearts Club'. Maybe he did deserve to break Ren's heart since the dog was so determined to have it broken.
Maybe he should break it more.
"Grian can you come to Box?" Bigb whispered to his admirer. He didn't know or care what Scar was up to as long as he didn't follow Grian to Box. As long as Ren was logged-off, and Scar did whatever Scar's do when they need to be distracted, he and Grian could at least have a real conversation.
Grian whispered: 'omw'
The three little characters made his heart flutter as he dashed to his beloved Box and his real soulmate.
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"Love what you've done with the face," a cocky bird piped up from the main entrance.
"Gri! Up here, third floor!" Bigb called back, giving his handiwork a once-over before hiding the pendant behind his back.
Grian crested the top of the ladder and smiled at his secret soulmate. "Why'd Ren log off? Giving us some privacy?" He asked suggestively, wiggling his eyebrow, but the light blush betrayed the true excitement underneath.
"Oh you know, trouble in paradise, he went to the broken hearts club beacuse I told him I met with some 'secret admirer' he doesn't know," Bigb tried to laugh it off, but waved it away. "What's Scar up to?"
"Ughhhhh," Grian groaned, "If I die here I promise not to kill you, but he's trying to sell sand to the Relation Ship. He should be busy for awhile." His eyes suggested he wanted to do something more interesting than talk about their soulbonds with the limited time they had.
"Well, I should give you this now so you don't loose it," B held out his hand, a nervous smile across his face. "Don't laugh,"
Grian pulled himself up the ladder and opened his hands. Bigbst4tz placed the wooden charm in the bird's awaiting palm and Grian gasped as he realized what it was.
A wooden cookie, shaped like a heart- a stereotypical cartoon heart, but still had a hole, made of oak with dark oak chocolate chunks. There was a small iron hook attached to a necklace of leather.
"I love it," he whispered awestruck at the quality. How it was so smooth he had no idea, but a a chunk was so soft as he thumbed over it, he almost wanted to rub his whole face on it.
"And I have the matching part!" Bigb pulled out his own necklace, the same leather strap and iron hook, but holding onto a strange piece of wood. He silently stepped closer and held the cookie heart, fitting his pendant into the hole of Grian's pendant perfectly.
Grian could have cried, but instead rushed forward, capturing Bigb's mouth in a passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around the taller man's neck.
Grian pulled back, "I love it," He smiled widely, handing B's piece back before slipping on the necklace. He let out a high-pitched noise of glee as he tucked it into the collar of his turtleneck, before recapturing Bigb in another chaste kiss.
Bigb melted into the kiss and embrace, letting his thoughts float away from his hectic evening and focus on the parrot hybrid in front of him. He carefully placed his hands on Grian's hip and shoulder, feeling Grian smile against him before he pulled them closer, nudging himself between Bigb's legs and forcing B to sit on the edge of a double chest.
Bigb smiled and let the man guide him, completely willing to follow whatever lead Grian wanted to take him as long as they didn't stop making out. He gasped when Grian brushed against his semi hard, his hands starting to wander from B's neck.
One hand slipped just under the hem of his sweatshirt, while the other held onto soft hair at the base of his skull. They deepened their kisses, Grian's tounge slipping into his mouth and dragging against his own, tilting his head and slowly dragging his hand up B's side.
Bigb gasped and groaned at the smaller man's actions, breathing out a laugh as he pulled away just enough to press their forheads together. They glanced into each other's eyes, seeing the want and lack of regret reciprocated, they instantly went back to kissing passionately, B holding onto Grian's jaw before the bird pulled back once again, only to continue kissing the larger man down his chin, his throat, to his collarbone.
Bigb turned his head and exposed his throat, and as much as he didn't want to say anything, or even care at this point, he couldn't stop himself. He had to be honest. "No marks,"
Grian nodded, but more used the motion as an excuse to nuzzle the column of B's throat, leaving soft quick kissed that wouldn't leave a mark. Unless...
"What if it's where neither of you can see it?" Grian asked deviously, tilting his head up and tapping the flat space under his chin.
Bigb laughed, shaking his head, "I think that'd only work if I wasn't taller than most of the server," He kissed Grian's unamused face, "Good try though."
Grian rolled his eyes, but resumed kissing the other, letting his hands wander, finding his way to both sides of Bigb's chest and groping the firm muscles underneath the sky blue sweater.
Bigb wrapped his arms around Grian's shoulders this time, along with using one leg to pull the shorter man closer. Grian let out a shuddering breath as their groins grazed, before he canted forward and wrapped his arm around B's waist.
once again they deepened the kiss, tounges dancing and grinding against each other. Fingers tangled in soft golden hair as a hand found and brushed against a clothed nipple. Grian took the tightened grip to his hair as a 'go ahead' and pressed firmly onto Bigb's chest, thumb purposely searching for the sensitive nub and the other hiked the cute blue sweater up.
He could feel Bigb moving to accommodate taking off his sweater when the man suddenly gasped like he just broke from a 30ft free dive, just as their comms dings at the same time.
"Ren's back," they said at the same time. One said the words with disappointment while the other just sounded frustrated.
Sure enough, 'Renthedog Is Online' was sent to everyone and sadly, Grian forced himself away from Box, away from his secret soulmate, and back to the Red Velver Keep, with his unwanted soulbond and his frustration at being interrupted by a soulbound once again.
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end/ hope you enjoyed my little drabble! kissing is hard to write its so embarrassing đł
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It was one of these times were Karube had to do overwork in the bar, leaving you a bit alone.You understood, he needed the work and it was not his fault that the bar (for some reason) has gotten a lot of clients lately.
It was good in some sense, since he could get tips from the clients and so on.But he always got home tired, he would give you a kiss and then get into the shower to get away the smell of alcohol, drugs and cigarrets.But all of this work had leave both of you with some lame sex life.
While you never said anything you just knew that Karube knew since he would give you some sorry smile once he got in the bed next to you.But you never tought you would end like this.
You had planed to visit him during his work hours, suprise him, get a drink and a good excuse to talk to him.
And thats when you saw what ended making your eyes see all red.
One girl, was flirting with your boyfriend with no shame. Showing him her skin, giving him smirks and even having the courage to touch him.
Oh, you were not going to let this pass.
Thats why, being the sneaky person you were you ended where only staff could get.You knew Karube would have to go there at some point.And he did.He had a suprised face, but smiled at you.
A dork smile, and then told you to get out, cause he did not want you to have problems.But of course you said no, and followed him till the exit.
Now, he knew you were up to something, what was it? Hell, he was lost on that. You could be doing work and then doing a fast change to cleaning, playing video games (Arisu usually called you for this one) or just randomly looking in google how to adopt a koala (cause Karube loved them).
At the exit, Karube gave you one last warning and when he saw that you would just follow him he gave up, telling you to be down so no one would see you.And that was perfect.Cause the moment he re started to work, the same woman that was flirting with him came back.
While Karube tried to play it off, she just kept insisting.And thats when you finally snapped.It just took you some small steps to end between and under Karubeâs legs. Wiht a quick move you removed his trausers and started to rub his dick that was under underwhear.
And it did get the effect you wanted, you saw him flinch. Mouth forming into a firm line to not let a sound go out. He was after all very vocal and sensitive to your touch.He looked down for a moment to gave you a warning look but you just smiled, going a bit up and taste his thights.
This cause him to shiver and to play his best fake state of being ok.After some teasting you ended removing his underwear, seeing his dick now erected from your little touch.Ah, so he was sexually frustrated too.How cute.With no stetation you took him into your mouth, not missing how his eyes opened up and his mouth almost let go a moan.
The woman from before noticed something off, and decided to leave, tought she took a small peek over the bar and saw you.You saw her too, giving her the best look of âback off this man is mineâ.
Well she did leave with a heavy blush.
Karube from his part, did not move. He actually ended being into it. The music played out loud, people were dancing, doing drugs or just drinking till their brains exploted.So, he took the risk and bucked his hips making his dick go deeper into you.
As a result you moaned into him, causing him to be more desesperated with his movements, more erratic and rought. To the point on taking your hair to guide you.You could feel him almost cumming, and that was making you wet too. You just hoped that once home he would just punish you for being this way.After a bit more of sucking and ball playing he came.
Mouth open, both hands on the bar while you sucked all of his cum, tought a bit of it did fall over your face.After pulling his underwhear and trausers up he looked side to side and got down, kissing you deeply, pulling away and basically telling you how much of a naughty girl you were and to wait him at home cause this was not even close to be finished.
And lets just say, not you or Karube did sleep that night.
Sorry for the wait on this chapter! Iâm not sure when Iâll get to the next chapter, but I do intend to phinish this phic!
For @littlebadger.
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Danny's not doing so well.
It took Tucker, Sam, and Danny four hours to catch those cat-snake-ghost things â tassel-whatsits, he'll have to ask Sam what they're called later â and everything would have been fine if Valerie hadn't butted in, screaming about vengeance and death and whatnot.
Now, three hours later, Danny still hasn't managed to shake Valerie off his tail, and Tucker knows he must be tiring. None of them have gotten a break in seven hours, and it'll only take one slip up before Danny's got a hole in him they can't patch up, or Valerie takes him to her secret lair to do who knows what, or turns him over to Vlad, orâ
Don't think about that.
"Remind me again why I can't just shoot at her, Tucker?" Sam growls. She's got Danny and Valerie in her scope, but her finger is very pointedly not on the trigger of the ecto-bazooka.
Tucker lists off his fingers. "One, because you might hit Danny. You're good, but not that good. Two, because you might hit Valerie, and Danny wouldn't like that. Three, because you'll blow our cover, which could blow his secret identity, and who knows how she'll react to that. Four, becauseâ"
Sam sighs in frustration. "Alright, alright, I get it, Tuck."
"Hey, you asked." He raises an eyebrow.
"I know. It's justâ" she growls. "I hate that we can't do anything! We can't even direct him to safety because she keeps getting in the way! She's going to hurt him if we can't get her off his tail or distract her or something!"
Sam throws her hands in the air, then flinches as one of Valerie's shots goes wide, hitting the parking garage across the street behind them. Dust kicks up from the impact, and it rumbles ominously. She's lucky that building's condemned, Tucker thinks, and the road workers are on break â otherwise she might hurt someone when it collapsesâ
Wait.
"Or something," Tucker mutters, before grabbing his binoculars and searching the sky for Danny and Valerie. He catches sight of them as Valerie shoots again, this one barely missing Danny and hitting the condemned parking garage again. It kicks up dust and debris, clouding his vision before Danny darts away again.
"What did you say, Tuck?" Sam asks.
"Or something! I've got an or something!" Tucker exclaims, dropping the binoculars so they hang from his neck. He fiddles with the Fenton phone in his ear, switching it from listen to talk and listen.
"Danny, we need to collapse the building."
"What?!"Â Two different voices ring out â Sam's beside him, and Danny's in his ear.
"Dudes, just trust me! We collapse the building, kick up a ton of dust you can hide inâ"
"Then you can transform and stay invisible while we point Valerie away from you â Tucker, you're a genius!" Sam declares.
"But guys there's â there's people in there and â ah! Shit! â we can't justâ"
"Dude, chill. It's the parking garage on the corner. The building's condemned. Just fly low so Valerie shoots at the base. We'll help take it down!" Tucker turns to Sam. "You ready to use that bazooka?"
Sam's grin is feral. "I thought you'd never ask!"
Danny doesn't speak, but he dives down to street level, goading Valerie into following him behind the condemned building with a stuck out tongue. Tucker runs along the street, Sam close behind, taking a good look at the condemned parking garage for the first time. There are no glass windows save for the four corners that hold the stairs and elevators. Most of those windows are gone, now â destroyed by ghosts or by ghost hunters or by kids looking to throw rocks at something that would break without consequence. It doesn't matter now â the building itself is half collapsed, huge chunks of concrete taken out of it as if from an explosion, leaving the broken steel rods within bare. What remains could collapse at any moment, and no one save the dead dares tread there.
He's glad the building is half-collapsed already â it makes finding the main supports keeping the rest of it up that much easier. He's so glad he took that engineering class.
"See that pillar over there?" Tucker asks, pointing into the collapsed side of the parking garage. "Take that one out first."
"On it," Sam says, readying the ecto-bazooka. With careful aim, she fires. The green-tinted ammo sails through the air, exploding against the pillar with a blast louder than a firework. The parking garage rumbles, and some of the lower floors cave inwards. As the greenish smoke clears, they see that half the concrete on the support is gone, the support itself bent inwards.
Sam's grin widens, and Tucker feels himself grinning with her. After hours of fruitless brainstorming, they can finally help Danny escape Valerie's rage!
Together, they destroy more supports, Tucker guesstimating which ones would help the building cave inwards, Sam expertly taking them out one by one. Tucker hears Danny's taunts and Valerie's screams of rage in his ears, and the sounds of impact and rumbles of the parking garage when Valerie's shots hit the building. Dust begins to fill the air. And the parking garage slowly, surely, begins to topple inwards.
Tucker has never seen a building collapse before. Not in person. He expected the dust and the noise, but he never expected there to be so much of it. He turns away as the dust comes billowing towards them â rips the Fenton phone from his ear as it emits a burst of feedback from the collapsing building and curls over himself â feels Sam yank him behind a concrete barrier and they huddle together, unable to see anything beyond the dust or hear anything beyond their less than controlled demolitionâ
"âcan't hide forever, ghost!"
Tucker doesn't know how long it's been âtwo minutes? Five? Ten? â when he hears Valerie's voice over the buzzing in his ears. That's not good. Valerie should be gone by now. Danny can disappear and fly as a human, but not for long, especially after seven hours of non-stop fighting. He stands up from behind the concrete barrier, and sees Sam do the same out of the corner of his eye.
"He went that way!" Sam shouts and points.
"Inviso-Bill stole my PDA!" Tucker shouts.
Valerie pauses in the air, turning to look at them. "What?"
"Phâ Inviso-Bill stole Tucker's PDA!" Sam shouts.
"He went that way!" Tucker shouts and points.
Valerie shakes her head, growling in frustration, and points at Sam. "You. Uh, citizen. Just tell me where he went."
Sam nods, covering Tucker's mouth. Tucker resists the urge to lick her hand. "He went that way." She points down the street. "Towards the beach."
Tucker pulls Sam's hand away from his mouth.
"And he stole my PDA! My poor Jessica!" He throws his face into his hands, lamenting the loss of his PDA. He remembers when Technus stole and took over his poor PDA, and he sniffles a little. Every good lie has a kernel of truth, he's learned. And it's more important than ever that he sells this lie.
"Ugh, whatever, Foâ uh, citizen, who I definitely don't know. Um. Thanks for the tip." And then Valerie flies away, down the street at first, but steadily rising until she clears the rooftops. She then changes her bearing, disappearing behind the library.
"Man, I thought she'd never leave."
Tucker and Sam jump. They look down to see Danny sitting between them, slumped against the concrete barrier. He looks wiped. His eyes are closed, head lolling against the barrier. One leg is bent, foot resting against the curb. The other is outstretched, slightly elevated onto the sidewalk. His hair, skin, and clothes are stained gray with dust â if it weren't for the sweat beading down his face, Tucker would say he looks like a ghost. Not an Amity Park ghost â rather, a ghost from one of the movies. Quiet. Unmoving. Dead.
Then Danny opens his eyes. Piercing blue reflects the sky above, before turning to Tucker and Sam. He smiles lightly, and then raises his arms. "Help me up?"
Tucker and Sam grab his arms, heaving him up to a standing position. He sways for a moment â then the leg that was outstretched buckles, and he leans hard into Tucker with a grunt.
"Woah, dude, take it easy," Tucker says, adjusting himself so he can take on Danny's weight.
"I'm fine, Tuck. It's justâ" he hisses as he gingerly places his foot on the ground, leaning further into Tucker. "Just a flesh wound."
Tucker sighs. "I know, man. But we still gotta check it out." He takes a careful step with Danny onto the sidewalk. "Sam, any luck getting a ride?"
Sam nods, typing into her phone. "I'm texting Mahira â she might ask questions, but more importantly, she won't tell mom and dad."
"Cool." Tucker's about to say something else when a soft snore snuffs against his ear. He looks down to see Danny, leaning his full weight against Tucker, eyes closed and nose snoring in his ear. Tucker smirks softly, rolling his eyes, then adjusts the way he's holding Danny, scooping his friend up bridal style. Danny would never let him carry him like this were he awake. Asleep as he is, he snuggles into Tucker's sweater, pressing his cheek to Tucker's chest. Tucker's smirk softens into a smile.
When did Danny get so light?
He walks slowly, taking his time, letting Sam walk ahead of him as he stares down at his best friend. He's still covered in dust, his hair matted with it. Bruises have begun to form on his arms and face, and are peeking out from beneath his shirt. Between the tassel-whatsits and Valerie, today has done a number on him; and it's barely noon. Despite this, his face is more peaceful than Tucker's seen in a long time. Free of tension around his eyes, free of the constant frown that normally burdens his face. Danny deserves this, Tucker thinks.
Click!
Tucker looks up to see Sam holding up her camera, a smirk on her face.
"Hey!" Tucker shouts, but then stops himself when Danny stirs.
"Shush, you," Sam sings out, turning back around. "You don't want to wake him up!"
"No fair!" Tucker whines, only just loud enough for Sam to hear. Sam chuckles and smiles back at Tucker, then runs ahead to the corner where the SUV is waiting. That must be Mahira.
Tucker picks up the pace, but only just, careful not to wake Danny. He lets Sam answer Mahira's questions; he figures Sam'll fill him in on her excuses later.
He looks down again at Danny, and can't help the small smile as Danny snores against him.