I love it when I find a story, that after reading, I have to take time time to recover from. This makes my heart ache and mournful. And it's so cute at the same time 😭
Talk about critical hits!
I don't even realize it till I'm sorting tea bags and have to take a minute to reprocesse the story.
Amazing work <3
10/10, recommend
I thinky to hardy~
Mad Scientist AU Masterpost
Woohoo finally making a masterpost to this au
Read each of these in order to get the full story and everything that’s happened so far!
Oobbbear’s initial designs
Sun and Y/N fight
Potential endings and Y/N’s very scientific notes
Moon has cat, Sun in college, and Glamrocks!
Moon Escape pt 1
Intermission: Sun’s opinion on Freddy
Moon Escape pt 2
Moon Escape pt 3
Moon eating stuff he’s not supposed to pt 1
Moon eating stuff he’s not supposed to pt 2
Moon eating stuff he’s not supposed to pt 3
Eggnog and Sleepygolf (?)
Sad Sun Cuddles
Sad Moon cuddles
Sun giving up
Moon ending pt 1
Moon ending pt 2
Moon ending pt 3
Sun ending (not canon to tumblr)
Uh oh
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"Lucid dreams, fever dreams, daydreaming
oh my gosh, it's shark moon and lava sun"
This idea has been living rent-free in my head for too long
I know, I'm awful, aren't I
A fic I started working on like a week + ago
I'm not even done with the first chapter
But this is what I got
You're a new hire at this Fazer-Fantasy Worlds - because Freddys Fantasy Word sounds a little too wrong - amusement park
The whole thing is supposed to be about wanting nothing more than to live in a dream world
It is quite literally called "dream lover" in my Google Docs file
I $#!t you not
So here, have at it
Hope you enjoy
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The curtains are closed, blocking the majority of the sun's light that enters your room. Despite their best efforts to do their job, the remaining bit of light that slips through always threatens to pull you from sweet unconsciousness. Occasionally, you even wake up to being slapped in the face by the sun's light, shooting out from the opening between the two pieces of fabric. And so in retaliation to the sun’s gracious wake up call, you flip to face the wall and bury your face in the blankets, hoping to slip into dreamland once more.
Not long after disregarding the sun’s morning kiss, you fall back into sleep’s loving embrace… only to find yourself ripped from your lover’s arms yet again.
Yanked back down to planet Earth, you jolt at the abrasive sound of your alarm and pounce to silence the pesky thing. You always ended up hating the songs you used for it. Too many good songs have died from being used to pull you from your slumber.
But unfortunately it is about time you got up.
Begrudgingly, you slip from your cozy bundle, rise to your feet, and lift your arms as you stretch out your muscles with a groan. Walking over to the window with a grumble, and squinting as you pull back the curtain. As much as you hated disturbed beauty sleep, you couldn't help loving how the sun looked in the morning, and how it painted the sky in gorgeous colors as it woke the world.
But alas, you aren't just up to enjoy the view, for you have responsibilities. You're a new hire at FazBear Entertainment's newest attraction, Fazer-Fantasy Worlds amusement park. You found a page advertising the opening park in your search to find a job that was half as appealing as staying in bed.
You filled out the online application, advertising yourself as someone who can clean, organize, and has a very flexible schedule; you were hoping to score a janitorial job. If emptying trash cans, cleaning bathrooms, and taking stock ment you could avoid dealing with customers and daydream on the job, then you'd do it.
Who knows, maybe you'll even find some free time to just take a nap.
—
The man interviewing looked tired, bored, like he would prefer being elsewhere. Which was understandable. There's not much to do in an office job like his, besides a countless amount of paperwork that really starts to drag on someone after some time, and he looked like he'd been doing it for ages, poor guy.
You carried a professional and polite smile with you as you walk into his office.
During the interview he was looking at his computer, typing away and asking simple and basic questions. He spoke with such a mild tone and expression that it almost made you nervous.
*click-clack
“What previous work experience do you have?”
*tic-clack-click
“Any health issues that may impact your work?”
*clack-tic
“How do you handle stressful situations?”
*clack-click-tac
“Do you get unsettled or scared easily?”
*tic-tac-click
For his next question he paused his typing and looked up at you, still as mild as ever but there was a glint of something in his expression that nearly made your skin crawl.
“Are you afraid of clowns?”
..wait… what?
“Uuh, no sir.” you said, befuddled
It's an amusement park, so you guess it makes sense. But what's so scary? Do they have a haunted mansion? Maybe you should have done more research. As long as you're not being chased by anything, you'll be just fine.
“Hmm, good. Well there's not much left, if you want the job just sign these here papers” He slides a heap of paper in front of you with a pen nicely placed on top like a cherry on top of a cake.
You sniggered “Mmm, how fun, thank you.” There is no way in hell you’re gonna be able to read all of that.
He gave a sardonic, dry laugh “You should not be thanking me.”
Sparing him a glance as he goes back to typing on his computer again, you pull the stack of papers closer to you and skim through it as you sign your name on each dotted line.
He sends you a glance too as he types and asks “So why’d you sign up for this job anyway?”
How he could type and hold a conversation was beyond you.
“Eh, what a better place for a dreamer then the place that’s furthest itself from reality.” You could only hope to be engulfed by your own imagination but it helps to be surrounded by the inspiration of fiction.
The guy hummed something nocumunicationla and paused his typing once more “Hey, just don't forget that dreamers have nightmares too. Being further from something doesn't always mean it's safer, you could wander into an even worse spot then you were before.”
His words felt like a warning and just about sent chills down your spine as you signed your name on the last line.
He, may the devil have your soul now.
He sighed and handed you a shirt “I hope you get what you're looking for. when do you think you'll be ready to start.”
Your smile brightened from the somber one that crep onto your face and happily replied “Tomorrow!“.
—
And that's why you're getting up from your sweet haven and welcoming the morning sky.
The guy who interviewed you -that you never caught the name of- sent you to go to the park the next morning so you could get a tour and a run down on your responsibilities as an employee. Your name tag might not be done yet but they promised to give you all your employee goodies before you started your first true day on site.
The polo shirt the tired fellow gave you was sky blue with yellow and orange stripes lining the sleeves with a red hem and sunny, yellow buttons running a little ways down from the -also red- collar. A FazBear logo was stitched on each sleeve like a small patch. The text circling around it said “Fazer-Fantasy Worlds”. The cool part was that the two little bear heads in the logos were different. The left sleeve had a teddy bear with button eyes, patchwork beneath its right one, and on its left cheek. The right had a kingly crown and a proud smile. Honestly, the shirt felt perfect for a place that promised adventure and wonders beyond the mundane road of life.
You tuck your new shirt into your black jeans and put on a striped rainbow belt. It was most certainly cute and colorful. You tied on your trusty, black, steel toe boots, they were slip resistant and honestly the most comfortable pair of shoes your own. They were a procaution to protect your clumsy ass. You’d be lying if you said they didn’t make you feel a little more confident.
It was late spring, but thanks to the region where you live, it was more like summer with few rainy days to break up the warm and sunny weather. Slideing on your soft and breathable, navy blue jacket, you walk into the bathroom and finish cleaning yourself up. Trying to brush out your cronic case of bed head was futile and only made your hair poof up more. So you throw on a royal blue banadanna that had a white pattern, reminding you of a cloudy sky.
Before you head out to the randevu point, you grab your phone, slid it into you jackets innerpocket, then snag a peice of bread from the fridge and spred some jam on it to nibble on as you walk to your car from your apartment. You have a roomate but you never realy see them due to the fact that
Paper scrap
to help manage the mess of hair on your head and keep it out of your face.
With the magic cards of being available for work just about whenever and overall willing to learn anything they might want from you, you scoured a job.
and in this vary moment you akwardly realized, neather of yall exchanged names. Welp it’s too late now. He probubly already knows your name anyway from your resume. Unfortunetly for you, this guy has no inucations of what his name is. Buuuuut, luckly, he doesnt seem to care in the slightest, and hopfuly he wount mention it.
but that still caught you off guard,
Truth is that the guy giving you the interview looked tired and fed up, only skimming through your resume with a tired expression. Then he proceeded to just hand you an employee t-shirt and asked when you could start.
Like the awesome and cunning fox you are, you slayed the interview and got the job. The FazBear company totally didn't just give the job to the first person who signed up. No, you definitely got the job cus you were just that good.
some cool lost items you could keep. Mmmm, free shit.
with a thin, velvety, navy blue jacket over it and some black jeans. Your shoes were a nice black pair of steel toe work boots. Gotta love a good boot.
They see your creative work and ask why it wasn't in your resume
You didn't think it was important
And walk out the door to your interview
thinking that this place -out of all your other options- would fuel your creative thirst with a side of a living wage, cus gosh darn it, you ain't gonna get that from being an accountant. You shiver at the thought of an office job as you prepare yourself for the awaiting day.
you stir in your sheets and blankets as you lift them to cover your face. The early morning sun always seemed to try and tear you away from the blissful comforts of sleep. You where content in bed with not a care in the world
But the sun... the sun wasn't just a ball of light. No the sun was an antagonist
You're in bed, tossing and turning as a desperate attempt to get comfortable. Your body aches
Cold chills run through your body even as you sweat. Your sinuses are stuffed and your head aches. A nauseating feeling washes over you as you're stomach complains
Trying to fall back down the rabbit hole that was dreamland. Unfortunately for you, dreamland is under reconstruction
Your shirt sticking to you damp skin as you move
whining and trembling as chills run down you
sweat laced body causing The fabric of you usually loss fitting shirt clings to you damp skin. You coil into the sheets, desperately trying to get comfortable as you toss and turn.
The sound of your miserable
The sheets beneath you stick to your heated skin, damp and wholly uncomfortable as you toss and turn.
Your body aches
Your body aches and your mind is fuzzy.
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