I'm Sun (:

Now, Eclipse is well aware different dimensions exist. He's had his fair share of accidents involving them at this point. So much so he wants to scream to the heavens about unoriginality.

But he doesn't, so luckily the armed guards of this Foundation don't shoot him, and end up angering the antsy SCPs with him. Bloodmoon in particular looks real ready to take a bit out of someone. So he reaches out for his little brothers, pulling them against his side so they'll remain relatively calm.

Now here's to hoping Moon doesn't start shit. Nor that Killcode doesn't either. Nor Lunar. He has faith in Sun and Solar Flare. They can actually behave themselves.

"So uhh... We waitin on anybody?"

Just as he finishes his question, the doors open, admiting inside a researcher. Another solar model, who's taller than him, with a burnt orange and black casing, and piercing white optics. But from how he sees Killcode tilt his head from the periphery of his optics, he already knows who this is.

"Wow... Is that all of them in there?"

"Yepp, dunno where you're at so that's Solar Flare, Bloodmoon, Lunar, Sun and Moon."

Sun picks up Lunar, giving a friendly smile. It's a pretty good way of stopping the little cloud from making an already tense situation worse.

"Yeah, I have those first three..."

The other is staring at him weirdly, looking at where he and Bloodmoon are pressed together. Eclipse suddenly gets an uncomfortable feeling.

One that multiplies, when a Solar Flare walks in, freezing at the very sight of him. Its eye lights turn into angry rings when it lands on Bloodmoon. The twins tense.

And something in Eclipse wants to realise something. But he doesn't let it. He's not going to let it, until he absolutely cannot deny the truth in front of him anymore.

Even as the Killcode enters, freezing in a painful way. Even this different one, he shouldn't look like that. Shouldn't behave like that.

There's no Bloodmoon following after. But he thinks he sees his own SCP group pick up on their presence. They've been on high alert since the other Solar Flare entered, eyeing it like it'll jump them.

And maybe it will. It certainly looks like it wants to tear two of his brothers apart.

And for the first time in... basically ever, he steps in front of his manic brothers, and hisses at the person wearing the face of his best sibling. They reel back, clearly not expecting it.

The other Eclipse is looking at this with a furrowed brow. He looks genuinely weirded out here. Uncomfortable. But he seems lighter in a way. In a way Eclipse recognises instantly.

He knows his worth to his family. Perhaps because of what happened.

"That night..."

White optics snap to him. It's clear he doesn't need to say which one he means aloud

"...They did not stop did they"

The other Eclipse closes his optics. It's all the answer he himself needs

He tilts his head to the side, hand raising up to his abdomen. In moments like these he swears he can feel it tingle where they dug into him.

The other's SCPs follow the movement. One furious. One despairing.

Two guilty

The other Bloodmoon looks... strange to his own optics. Older. More mature. But he's quite sure his own brothers are older.

They're looking at him strangely. Almost hungrily. He would have shivered if he didn't recognise it.

Regret at their actions... Regret at everything. They look at his body and seem to see something else. Something bloodier.

His own Bloodmoon wraps around him, letting out a dual growl, aimed right at their counterparts. The other doesn't rise to the fight. They just... observe, quite detached.

Eclipse does not like it. His brothers shouldn't look like that.

"No, they didn't."

He turns back towards his own counterpart, finding exactly what he expected there. It's a bit... Okay, actually it's incredibly weird to see his own attempt to make light of the situation. He already knows what he'll say next.

"But it's fine. Not the first body I lost, won't be the last. Even if it was my favourite."

Eclipse snorts, somewhat out of pity, somewhat because he gets that so fucking much actually. He thinks he may end up blanket jailed over this later, because his mental health is 'worsening again'.

"Yepp, real glad to have kept the body. Even if you now have a nice shiny, modern one. Does it have any new tech?"

Maybe if he distracts himself with that, he can ignore the way the other's family looks at him. A longing for something they've lost. Maybe he can ignore this strange behaviour from this strange Bloodmoon. Maybe even ignore his own family's behaviour.

It works for Solar too. Less stress. 

"Stay. With. Me." 

He rolls his optics, finally tearing his arm out of the restrective grip. 

"Yes, yes, I got it. No need to get your panties in a twist." 

"I'm not the one occasionally cross-dressing by human standards." 

"You wish you could pull off my style." 

They quieten as they enter the central room, and Eclipse is already dreading the next round. This is honestly the worst part.

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It would be fun to give a chase.

It will be fun either way. Once it has ended, and he is no longer needed.

They can't wait. He might be weak, but what does the body matter in bloody fun?

A single lioness can down a buffalo, a creature many times its size. What does the body's strength matter then?

Even if the strong is more likely to win. But the nature of the hunt is ever changing. Advantages are different.

Running is a viable option. The smart one too.

They grab the bigger bags off the bed, ignoring the stare of their charge. They can be polite for now. They will not be slowed by his struggling either.

They can carry the package.

His new body feels uncomfortable. Extremely so. Maybe because he liked the old one.

But it is what it is, he was honestly expecting this to happen sooner. Given his profession he thought he was gonna lose that body way faster. The fact it lasted this long is honestly impressive.

He's been given a nice couple of days to get his shit together, his therapist essentially frothing at the mouth due to this newest trauma. Which sadly couldn't be ignored, and now he's once again forced to admit that maybe he's actually bothered by SCPs attacking him, and mentally torturing him, randomly.

But today is the big day, where he'll be reintroduced to SCP-13666 and all its dashes. Here's to hoping it actually goes well.

Dr Smith, his unofficial right hand on the case is waiting for him outside the door, looking relieved to see him. He even offers a friendly handshake, which Eclipse takes. No need to be a bitch for no reason.

"Good to have you back Sir! The situation without you has been a mess."

Apparently the SCPs have not said a word since his body was taken from them. Which had to be taken by extreme force. Even the new ones, who took his fucking favourite body away, have been quite fierce in the defense of his 'corpse'.

Apparently they wanted to bury him. Which is a terrifying thought.

It does make him wonder if perhaps... he's assumed some things.

"Alright everyone, hide the messes before I fucking see them!"

The researchers under him snap to attention, most relieved, some neutral, a couple disgruntled. The nightmarish fox currently, currently the only animatronic on security duty, gives him a big friendly smile.

He can feel certain familiar gazes burning into him, and he already doesn't want this conversation. But alas, can't really do anything about it, now can he?

Killcode is the first one he locks optics with, taken aback by the grief he sees there. And by the slight anger. Solar Flare is shaking, from what he can see.

His would be murderers have gone horrifyingly still

Eclipse feels himself tense

He really shouldn't. He knows he really fucking shouldn't, that he'll just make it all worse. He really, really doesn't want to.

But the words leave his voicebox anyway, in an attempt to maybe lighten the mood.

"Damn, you all look ready for a funeral. Don't bury me just yet!"

Recognition flares in the large, blood red eyes, and then the glass smashes to pieces. He can't stop the flinch, even if he's somewhat sure now that nothing will happen.

Large hands wrap around him, pressing him against a warm chest. Killcode lets out a wounded sound, and something breaks in Eclipse too.

He wraps his arms around the nightmare, making the conscious effort to make his systems purr. He presses his face into the great SCP's neck, hiding away both from himself, and from the world.

He doesn't let himself dwell on just how painful and terrifying that whole thing was. He can do that later, in a dark corner or something.

Someone latches onto his legs, the claws familiar. He snorts as Solar Flare climbs up on him, like some sort of unholy mix between a hedgehog and a koala. But he knows it needs to join in on this hug. He can feel it shake, sensitive soul that it is.

"How?"

It's quite. Clearly, his father is not quite keen on breaking the moment

"I'm an animatronic Killcode. I don't really need my body to be alive."

That's not exactly true, seeing as how being in his chips is essentially a forced sleeping state, but that's not important right now. What's important is the here and now.

And he has two other people to confront

He pulls away, much to the obvious displeasure of the two SCP around him, but he doesn't care. He also doesn't care about the sudden stillness as he turns towards Bloodmoon.

They're staring at him, wide otpicked and shocked. But he thinks he sees relief there. Their shoulders drop the more he looks back.

He doesn't want to approach. Every part of him is screaming to not go close. To keep away from the obvious violent freaks that have torn him apart.

He doesn't listen to that voice. Because he's well aware he's not exactly one who should be judging here

He's done equally awful things. And Eclipse didn't even suffer any lasting damage from their encounter.

He pushes away the memories resolutely

"I should honestly be angrier at you two freaks for what you did."

Maybe the antagonistic tone is stupid of him. Maybe he should not irritate people who clearly have the capacity to hurt him. But he doesn't care much.

He doesn't need to either apparently, because the twins begin laughing. It's... something of a concerning sound.

"We would undoubtedly deserve it! Blood for blood spilled! Hate would be correct we admit! You we have almost killed!"

He flinches back from the dual voices, not missing how aware they seem to be of that movement. They're slow to stand up.

"So our life you now owe"

"What?!"

They laugh again, more of that jarring insanity. The pentagrams they have for eyes seem to shine brighter. There's something... not quite stable in there.

"Our mistake we won't repeat. Not until our ends we meet."

Today has been a day, is all he can say about it. But maybe it'll have an alright ending.

Eclipse sighs, pressing into the eldritch being underneath him. He feels spent, endoless in a way he didn't think was possible. Yes, the ending of today has certainly been satisfying.

Ruin's fingers are rubbing carefully against his shoulders, almost like a massage. It soothes him even more.

He's tired. Luckily, there's no need for him to be aware of much right now. They're the only ones left on this rig. Ruin made sure of it.

His lover hums a cheerful little tune, seemingly only half here with him. Something probably caught his attention, maybe one of those weird sea creatures he likes looking at occasionally. That's fine, Eclipse is sure he'll hear all about it later.

The bed they're in is nice and soft, smelling quite heavily of something sweet, fragrant, and of... something else as well.

Eclipse yawns, not bothering to fight his exhaustion. He can relax now

Fingers run through his rays, scratching at their base, and if he wasn't so tired he might have allowed his systems to purr in satisfaction. As it is, he just leans into it some more.

He's aware of the sleep sneaking up on him. Like another warm layer of a blanket is falling over him. It's nice. Makes him feel even more cozy.

Perhaps a nap wouldn't be such a bad idea

His optics offline, his systems shutting down, one by one. He still feels the hands on him still.

"Oh, sweet dreams love"

Eclipse is- Eclipse is frankly feeling awful

New rig, new people to kill, even if he's only an accomplice. One step closer to shore, one step closer to land.

This rig is... something. This rig makes him feel claustrophobic, but on the inside. He's never knew you could feel so small before. Which is funny, given his lover! It really is! The irony is not lost on him!

But-But he doesn't- He doesn't-

It started that morning. It was the morning when the downfall was to start.

And he started it by having clothes dumped on him

On this rig they didn't even bother to give him a room. Why should they? He's just a thing. Not something alive.

Ruin was quite angered by that one

People on here have been even bigger assholes than he thought possible. Like sure, he's used to being shouted at, used to the whole being a servant bullshit. But that doesn't mean it's any less demeaning. Or that he can handle such an excessive amount

His casing itches, his systems insisting on gulping for air he doesn't actually need, not in the same way as humans at least. He wants to scream, but it feels like something's blocking his voice.

His hands are shaking. He's noticed that a while ago, and decided to ignore it. It doesn't matter, it'll be over soon.

He just- He just needs to-

He takes in another deep breath, or at least triest to. It seems to go down the wrong way, which he didn't even know was possible.

His chest hurts. He never knew anxiety could make his actually, physically hurt before. And he's been through a lot.

His legs give out on him, and he stares at them dumbly. He did not expect that. He really, really did not expect that

When did they get so unstable?

His rays rattle, making him even more tense. The silence surrounding him is all encompassing. He looks at the tools spread all around him, the ones he just dropped, and feels like one of them.

He's never really had any hope of being treated as something alive. Some ugly part of him always knew that just because his first crew was pretty great, that it wouldn't last. That he'd sooner or later end up being treated as what he was made for.

A tool. An object to help the crew in any way.

He's noticed the not-so suble glances thrown his way. He knows what was coming, what he was built for

He thinks he's sick

"Darling?"

He jumps, not expecting the voice. It's familiar though

He notices that he seems to be running quite hot right when a cool hand lands on him. Something in him eases up

He's being touched. Not being passed through.

It's okay, it's started. He's fine now

He wishes he could tell his systems that

"My dear treasurem, just breathe. You can correct me later about how you don't actually need to do that."

It's meant to be something of a joke, but it's a bit too strained to properly land. He tries to snort, but only a strangled feedback of static comes back up.

The world feels unsteady. He's not sure if that's because of what Ruin is doing or if it's just him

Hands wrap around him carefully, pulling him against the cool avatar of his lover. The eldritch being murmurs something he doesn't quite catch. Not until the back of his head is gently grabbed, and his face is hidden into that ridiculous neck ruffle.

"It's alright my love, it's over. You're safe now"

He latches onto that with the entirety of his being, willing himself to believe it. If only because his lover will make it real.

His overtaxxed systems don't slow down for a long while. He's not sure how much time passes, with them just sitting there.

Solar has been this size for approximately a week now. He hates it

Sure, getting carried if his condition flares up has never been easier. But as it is... He just feels pathetic

And awful. He can't really forget about awful

For example, he's been left on the dining table. With snacks and a little 'bed area' for him, sure, but it's humiliating all the same. And all this because of some urgent chore. So he's alone in the house.

Or mostly alone

Moon is moving around in the kitchen, making him feel deeply unsettled. Because out of all the SCPs, this is the one he didn't really want to be left alone with. Even if his uncle is currently busy making him hot chocolate.

It's good for the soul, he said. Solar did not bother correcting him on the assumption that he has one. Easier to not argue right now, while he's even more pathetic than usual.

"Here, drink up Solar. I put in some extra chocolate and marshmallows, just for you"

A finger brushes against his head, carefully scratching at his rays. He flinches away from the sudden attention, earning him a chuckle.

"Ah, caught of guard?"

A plate is pushed before him, one from that fancy teaset Killcode got. He guesses it's the only thing small enough for him to not drown in. Or end up damaging his stomach pouch by drinking too much.

Moon also passes him a tiny metal piece, one that can't be bigger than a toothpick, that's been fashioned into a tiny straw for him. He grumbles under his vent, feeling even more embarrassed.

Maybe he could drown himself when the SCP leaves? Or scream into one of the currently pillow sized marshmallows. That's be a wonderful, melty, death.

But Moon doesn't leave. His uncle instead sits down, leaning his head onto one of his hands. He does not look away from him.

It makes Solar feel greatly uncomfortable. The idea of a punishment flashes in his mind. He doesn't want to test the patience of the volatile lunar bot right now. Not while he's so small, and even more defenceless than usual.

Luckily, drinking hot chocolate is not the worse thing he could be expecting him to do. Especially when it turns out to be pretty good.

"Did you put cinammon in this?"

"Yes. Cinammon brings luck, didn't you know?"

Not really. From the indulgent smile sent his way, the SCP knew that too.

"And the chocolate should make you feel better in general. And well, a little treat can't hurt you now can it? You've been so good, even in this stressful situation"

Solar ducks his head, rays pulling in and pushing back out from their housing. He doesn't know what to say to that.

A finger lands on him once more, this time gently pressing on him. Insistently nudging him to take his straw again, to drink.

"And well, I would know best what you need, wouldn't I? I know when you need fixing"

The finger begins rubbing at him once he's began sipping his drink again. He's somewhat worried of being pushed in, even if he knows he hasn't done anything to anger his uncle with.

"Uncle know best, don't forget that Solar"

He just continues to drink, unable to answer anything. Because he knows if he said anything, there's be consequences.

Something inside him screams, some tiny animal part of him that he never manages to remember is actually there. The same one telling him his family is made up of danger

He scrambles away from the hostile SCP, not wasting a single moment not listening. That little voice has saved him so much already.

Every piece of him wants to be gone from here. Urging him to not stop, to search for something to save himself with. Find safety

Another part of him, one made of terrible anger and rage, boils just under the surface. If running doesn't work, that's what comes next

It would normally terrify him

Right now he's too focused on getting away

Without realising he's taking a familiar path. Sirens blare above, heavy doors slamming shut to stop the creatures from escaping, and security features activate. He does not realise which way his feet take him. Not fully anyway. All he knows is that the tiny voice in his head tells him it's a good way to go.

It hits him a bit too late, how he's going towards his office. Which, at this time of the day, will probably have his lunar uncle inside

And just as he thought, the door slams open, and a navy and white blur flies past him.

He hears the impact, hears the crunch of something breaking, and hears the creature behind him let out a howl of pain.

He does not stop. Not until he's safely in his office, grabbing onto his desk. He barely avoids slamming his palms into the sharp bits

Something in him calms, now that he's in the familiar room

"You okay kid?"

And the rest of him calms down as well, as Moon trots into the room. Unharmed, a bit messy and clearly worried, but that's no issue

"Yeah"

He sighs, relaxing. The SCP tilts his head at him

Eclipse will bother answering the silent question later. Right now he thinks he deserves a fucking break

They have not spoken since the humans caught them again. Neither has their father nor their brother. Solar Flare has not even looked at them.

Bloody is feeling antsy. He wants to do something, maybe break something. But then he remembers that is exactly what got them into this mess.

Rusty has nothing to say to that. He's just as tense as his twin. Only thing he can do is curl around his brother, hoping to provide some minor comfort in their headspace.

The person they have ended was called Eclipse. He was a so called 'animatronic'. He was something called a 'scientist', which is just a fancy word for smart people nowadays. He has not been a part of any sort of ploy, quite the contrary actually. He was asked by their father to help. He was adopted into their family.

They tighten their hold on their arm, claws slipping inside without harm. Their body parts instinctually to avoid damage. They wouldn't mind if there was some.

They fear to make it worse

How can they make this worse?

The humans stare at them, silent, on guard. One of those animatronics twitches towards their weapon every time Bloodmoon so much as shifts.

It makes them want to hurt something. They then wonder if that one's blood would be black too.

How does one make this right?

What is there to do? Their sibling may never look at them the same

They're supposed to protect it. Both it and Lunar. And yet...

Father rubs at his face, staring into nothingness. He has not spoken a word to them since he asked them what they have done. They'd much prefer him yelling, him hitting them, over this silence. It hasn't happened before, outside of spars, but there's a first time for anything.

Maybe if they were hit their father and sibling would feel better. Maybe they could be fine then, and Bloodmoon could handle it. They could handle that

No such mercy comes

Bloody recedes fully into their mindscape, leaving Rusty to front. Not often he does that, but right now he can't front. It's been shown to him he's too hasty, too aggressive.

Rusty has no idea what to do. He's not comfortable being out here alone, but he does not trust the humans to not do something if they were out. Less to them and more to their family.

Are they even allowed to worry about them anymore?

Rusty looks down, feeling their insides churn. He thinks they might be sick.

Bloodmoon can't throw up. Not in front of so many enemies. Bloodmoon needs to be strong

But Rusty is not Bloodmoon. Not alone, anyway.

Are they really Bloodmoon right now? Is it even worth it to be Bloodmoon anymore?

He flinches away from that thought, but his brother is insistent in pushing it his way anyway. He throws it away, refusing it.

Bloodmoon can be something great. Bloodmoon has always been something great.

Or at least, Bloodmoon has been something more great than not before. But now...

The blood of a would-be sibling is on their hands. The way he shied away from them, the way he was so obviously scared. At the time they took it as confirmation, of signs that they were right.

What a fool they are

They don't deserve to be the eldest. They never did. They've always been too brash, too headstrong to be the rolemodel their younger siblings needed.

It feels even more painfully obvious now

They wonder what would have happened, had they not killed him. They wonder how he would have fit in

They shall never know. They will take this regret to their grave.

They can only go there once they figured out how to help the rest of their family. After that they can leave. Disappear into a place no one will find them

Rusty continues to sit there, alone outside and inside, playing at being Bloodmoon. If only so no one will know of their turmoil

"Let me go Killcode!"

Eclipse doesn't know exactly how he ended up here, hanging by the foot from Killcode's hold, but he's here nontheless.

Maybe it has something to do with how he playfully insulted the giant's manner of speech? Maybe he really shouldn't have told Killcode how he speaks like an old man.

"Not until you apologise~!"

He can't stop himself from letting out a laugh.

"This is not fair! You're so much bigger and stronger than me!"

"Too bad! Maybe next time don't insult my perfectly fine manner of speech!"

"Don't speak like you do then! I feel like you're a wise old master who'll train me so I can become the next Dragon Warrior or something!"

That does not, in fact, make his situation better. It makes it worse, even if the nightmare lets out an audible snort at that.

He's given a shake, a careful one, sure, but a shake nontheless, and he yelps. He clutches at the ruffles around Killcode's waist in the hopes of stabilising himself.

"I am no Master Oogway-"

"But you'd defenitely blow out the candles the same exact way as him!"

His father laughs outloud now, the image just too much to handle, even for him. But he then brings Eclipse up, until he can lean down to look into his optics, and he knows that things will, once more, unsurprisingly, get worse.

"Such disrespect"

"Yeah, I know, I know, back in your day you'd have been fed to a grizzly bear if you acted like this. But times change, old man!"

Killcode shakes his head, smile loving and warm. But he knows that means nothing in war.

"Well then my child, let's see which of us will win then."

"Of course, mother Toriel"