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Comfort. I started this art piece sometime last year and never finished it and finally got it colored and shaded the other night. I'll probably do a Virus Moon version later and also one like my other piece where the Y/N apperence can be changed, but alas

You can download this in HD for Free on my Patreon

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[ESS Drabble] Find Me In Ruins

Heya! This is a non-canon drabble to go alongside my fic Emotional Support Staff. These can be read separately, but I recommend reading ESS for context

[Spoilers for Chapter 9!] A month after being taken off schedule you’re emailed by Management, and was hit with the dreaded ‘Thank you for your service’ message. You were fired. You avoided the Pizzaplex like your life depended on it, only to come back and find it in ruins. cw: a bit of panic, broken dca, brief descriptions of claustrophobia and a mouldy environment.

The full drabble is here! I'd post the full thing here but it's almost 4k words.

It had been years by now. You were one of the many employees fired during the employee purge at the Pizzaplex, and since then, you had never returned.

You wanted to, a lot actually.

But it was so expensive, needing different passes for different areas, and you wouldn’t be allowed to see the Daycare Attendant at all.

You had religiously avoided the Pizzaplex ever since, even news and gossip about the place. You had moved to a new residence to be closer to college, and besides, you had no reason to go to the area.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss the animatronics. You never got closure on the mysterious workings of the Pizzaplex, all the controversies, the virus that plagued some of the robots… Monty’s attack, even. None of these things were answered, both to ex-employees and to the public.

And here you are, jaw on the floor in front of the building.

The whole place is in ruins, a masking shell of an exterior, hiding the crumbling destroyed interior. The car park once so full, is empty and lifeless. There’s no smells of the greasy food inside, the delighted squealing of excited children… nothing.

It stands alone, withholding memories of joy and delight, all left to rot and die.

You climb the rickety wooden structures covering the front entrance, dipping through a broken window. Your only source of light is your phone now, you can’t turn back, not yet.

Would they even still be here? They’re expensive animatronics, top technology. Surely they would have been moved somewhere?

The idea of all the animatronics slumped against a wall, collecting dust in a dingy warehouse somewhere… it hurts your chest.

During your time here, you had been able to hear the occasional skittering and squeaking of rats in the walls. Now, without the catchy music playing over the speakers, you can hear almost too much. Actually, it feels like an invasion of privacy almost. The secrets hidden within the bowels of the Pizzaplex, calling your name, urging you to find out the fates of your friends.

You had stayed away for so long, desperate of the relief from the relentless tugging in the back of your head. It was for the best, surely. You don’t even know if the animatronics would even want to talk to you again, perhaps they wouldn’t be allowed to.

The cracked glass crunches beneath your boots, taking in the rushed graffiti littering what used to be the lobby. The giant golden Freddy statue is nowhere to be seen; the turnstiles half sunken into the ground.

So many memories have faded into the dust that scatters the carcass of the Pizzaplex.

The echoes of your footsteps give away your location to whatever might be hiding within the walls. It’s a labyrinth of twisted entrails, you’re forced to crawl through half-collapsed structures and broken vent systems, you’re not getting out of here without at the very least, a few scrapes and bruises. If you’re lucky and the animatronics are still here, you doubt they made it. Crushed beneath the heavy machinery of the abandoned building.

Your breathing becomes shuddery in the stale air as you think about what may happen if you can’t find your way back.

After hours of trying to find your way, you land on your face in the Daycare, spat out of whatever vent you were in.

There are no lights on, unsurprisingly. No music. No children.

The colours are faded, probably years of dust layering the mats. The plastic of the slides is scratched to bits, parts are seemingly melted.

“Moon?” Your voice sounds impossibly loud through the empty space, no longer dulled by standing support beams and the speakers, nor the hum of constant electricity.

A static sound cuts through the following silence, then a somewhat familiar sight emerges from a play structure.

There they are - The Daycare Attendant.

Broken, shattered, ruined.

Their face is split, filled with cracks and missing faceplate and their endo peeking through. Their fingers no longer tipped with soft silicone, instead pointed metal, almost human-like in appearance. The jester pants you once washed now filthy and torn, and whatever mechanism that caused Sun and Moon’s colours to change is long gone, the patterns blending into each other. One foot is missing under the torn pant leg, displaying some kind of spring mechanism. Their chassis is broken and cracked almost everywhere. They still have their ribbons, but the edges are singed and the bells are missing, even on Moon’s hat. One eye glows a sickly blood red.

“Moon…?” You repeat, trying to desperately swallow back the cry from your throat, your nose and eyes stinging.

He lurches forward, almost like a zombie. A static-filled voice fills your ears.

“Fr-end…” His word cuts out, it’s almost too difficult to hear him.

You immediately run over, halted by the way he stumbles back, wringing his exposed hands nervously. Does he blame you for your firing? Does he think you abandoned him?

“It’s me! I didn’t know if you guys were still here and- and-and-and-” Your sentence trails off into a stammering mess of poorly repressed sobs.

You didn’t even expect to find them here, and you had nothing prepared to say if you happened to stumble across them.

Moon’s faceplate squeaks in complaint as it ticks and spins, the occasional sunray jittering out briefly. He takes a small step forward, dragging his other leg slightly behind. The occasional sunray juts out when he shuffles closer, each ray that you’ve seen are horribly cracked or completely broken, paired with the screeches of rusted mechanisms as they move.

You only worked in the Pizzaplex for about five months before the employee purge, but you still remember crystal clear what they used to be like. The smooth and calm swaying movements of Sun when he talked, the way his rays spun when he was happy… now you don’t even know if his AI is still active after all this time of being in the dark.

You take a deep, shaky breath. “Moon, what… what happened to you?”

Once he’s only a few inches away, he struggles to sit down, his leg sliding out under him until he’s sitting criss-cross. “Fire.”

Another pang of guilt and sadness hits your chest. His optics flicker, flinching back slightly when you reach a hand to his faceplate, eventually leaning forward and allowing your hand to rest at the side of his face. Moon’s faceplate is much colder than you remember.

“Is Sun still… here?” You ask, rubbing some dust from his face.

He pauses, movements twitchy as he reaches a skeleton-like hand to yours. The metal is so cold it almost feels like burning. Their hands are no longer protected by the casings and silicone. His hand rests upon yours, long digits curled to keep hold of you. The empty halls and silent speakers allow you to hear each mechanism, even the movement of his eyes.

“He has not been out for a long time.” He states, brushing a thumb over your hand. “But he is here.” With his other hand, he taps his head with a clawed finger, and repeats his words. “He is here.”

“Oh you two I-I’m so sorry!” You pretty much throw yourself at them, but he allows you to settle in his lap, despite the discomfort of broken jagged pieces poking into your skin. “I got fired, and I didn’t even know–”

Moon shushes you as he would a child. His eyes flicker on and off at times, sometimes to that familiar purple, but he seems to be doing a good job of keeping it back. Whatever virus he had when you worked here, he still has it. And here you are, sitting cradled in his lap.

You don’t think you care, really. After all you did years ago to keep Moon away (or at the very least, a reasonable distance), it feels wrong to stay away any longer.

Rubbing your eyes from tears, you shuffle to sit up properly, hugging him, your head over his shoulder. It takes no time for him to throw his arms around you.

You don’t know how you’re going to get out of the Pizzaplex, you don’t remember which ways you took, but you’re determined.

“I’m gonna get you guys out of here, I swear.” You declare, pulling away and looking into his eyes. “I don’t know how, but I will.”

It takes a bit of effort for him to get to his feet, pulling you up alongside him, looking out into the ruins of the Daycare.

Management wasn’t too stealthy with their mistreatment and neglect of the Daycare Attendant, it shouldn’t be too surprising that, out of all the animatronics, they’re the only ones you’ve found. Despite only knowing them for about five months, you hadn’t realized how much they’d grown on you until you were fired.

“We know… a way.” He says, tilting his faceplate.

“How come you’ve stayed here then…?”

“We had no reason to leave. Now we do.” His smile widens a little on the crescent side of his face. “Hold on.”

You look up at the whirring of the cable, now jittering down until it reaches its target.

---The rest of this drabble is on AO3, where things get silly---

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A Mystical thing..

Fanart!!! For @sunnys-aesthetic and her amazing Designs of her Fairy AU involving Sun and Moon

I wanted to make a little something with my interpretation of her Sun, and his warm palette! ^^

(Likes are appreciated, but reblog comments are fun to read)

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How can robots have a bump on their head? Well, it's magic! (Mini continuation of the previous part) :^) Part 0.1

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Just imagining how Sun would react when you have to leave

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Vent art 😮‍💨

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Its been a year since i last posted any art of them

also i’d like to apologize for any awful takes i had a year ago, i didnt mean to be rude /gen

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this episode was kinda cute ksk Foxy pratically acting like a father to two rebellious teenagers (He even offered to put food coloring in the popcorn when they complained that it wasn't red) It's also curious that one of the brothers (the calmer one) seemed more willing to participate in things (tried the food and drinks, asked what they were playing when Foxy offered) while the other wanted to get away from there as quickly as possible, he even asked what was stopping them from leaving, but the other didn't respond

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Totally normal scrunky moon :)

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I love DnD!!!!! Here we got domain of light cleric Sun and arcane trickster rouge Moon.

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hehe another sketch dump >:]

more under the cut! ✨

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bunch of doodles from this week

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Little sun

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abandonment issues prologue, pt 3,,

(i was going to finish the third page bc thats where Moon gets properly introduced but its taking way too long for me to get to it so im v sorry here's two pages where almost nothing at all happens hhjjdfh)

next part: (tba) previous part: here! first part: here!

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dork

look its he

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Sombra <33

from Ghost in the Machine by @venomous-qwille <3

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