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mochatune · 1 month

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Solivan brugmansia x reader who’s obsessed with him back hcs

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- he first spotted you in the library, something about you brought a sense of deja vu.

- you had spotted him too of course but for different reasons. He was in your spot.

- he knew it was. He had sat there on purpose. After multiple days seeing you, goading himself to speak to you, he found the courage to throw himself as a roadblock so you too would notice him.

- he certainly caught your attention. Cheeks puffed and stomping towards him.

- he wasn’t going to be a suck up and give you back “your spot” as far as he was concerned no ones name was plastered on that seat plus this was his chance to have a proper conversation with you.

- you had briefly considered your options to hopefully persuade him out of the seat, something like coffee crosses your mind. After all there was a cafe right there, but since he wants to be so difficult he doesn’t deserve your money or any more of your time.

- having a moment of courage you stomped up to him and plopped yourself on his lap. You swear the energy in the room became rigged, frozen even.

- it’d been about a minute since he’s moved, he’s been dead still since you sat down; You can’t read your book like this.

- “hey can you relax? You’re making me uncomfortable, I don’t bite.” You added the last part with a subtle smile

- now that he’s actually breathing, you ease yourself into his lap. He doesn’t have much meat on his bones but you’re comfortable regardless.

- feeling his arms rest where your elbows lie on the curvatures of the chair, he’s slightly looking over your shoulder. Looks like he forgot about his own book trailing the pages with you.

- despite your blazing moment of boldness you had felt an anxiety creep in, the way his breath reverberated off the back of your neck made you sweat with pressure. You wished you had gotten a better look at him, only seeing his dark tinted nails and pale hands as you glance down from your book onto the arm rests.

- with the boldness wearing off you decide to focus your attention onto the time. To your luck it’s about time to travel to your next class.

- you get off his lap slowly while giving an apologetic smile for your past behaviour towards his personal space. In the process scanning his features, despite the quick glance he was actually very good looking.

- He had hoped that moment would last forever.

- on your way to class you just couldn’t stop thinking about him, two parts of your brain arguing about wether you wanted to see him again. A new hallway crush at the very least. You too were stuck on his mind.

- lo and behold he’s in your art class, fuck.

- your heart was going to implode as you snuck glances at him accidentally hooking gazes with him. His ears tinted red as the gaze was averted mutually while you probably looked like a strawberry.

- you zoned out the teachers instructions with your own overbearing thoughts, he kept sneaking his way into your consciousness. Him and his dumb cute face.

- he had insisted on drawing you, probably for the better considering anytime you look his way you get jittery. Patiently leaned forward in a 3/4th view.

- you try to act casual, you really do but you just cant maintain eye contact. Looking at him for just a second before you shift your gaze to the wall behind him. Seems to be the same case for him as he occasionally hides his red face behind his sketch pad, must be spring allergies.

- by the end of class he claims he’s only halfway done despite it looking beautiful. You exchange pleasantries before speed walking out. Sol.. Sol you liked that name testing it out a few more times as you walked away.

- tailing behind you he grabs you by the wrist, you feel like a schoolgirl the way he’s approaching you and the worst part is you’re enjoying it. You had just hoped he didn’t hear you.

- upon request you gave him your number for “school related activities” yeah right. At least you’re in the clear. Maybe this means you have a chance with him, fake it till you make it right?

- he stays stuck on your mind all the way home as you hunker on your bed looking at the piles of laundry you’ve been putting off. No matter what else you focus on it comes back to the thought of him.

- you practically pray for another moment of confidence as you hover over his newly added contact. Sighing as you throw your phone next to you.

- ding!

- you practically jump to your phone hoping for sol instead it’s just the group chat you’re in. Despite it not being him at least someone bothered contacting you.

- a Halloween party? ‘Sounds fun’ you text the group chat as you copy the photo and send it to sol. Maybe he’ll go if you invite him.

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“A Halloween party? Hosted by the school?”

“Yeah!”

“I'm not quite into parties…”

“Oh…”

- You knew it wasn’t appropriate to grow this attached but you still felt your heart drop.

“Oh! Well, that's alright! Just asking, that's all :)”

- Promptly putting your phone face down next to you saddened.

- ding!

“Wait”

“if you're coming, then I'm coming as well”

“Really?!”

“Really”

- feeling your heart suddenly come burst out

“Do you plan on dressing up?”

“Idk… do you?”

“I mean, it's a costume party, so why not?”

“I'll try to think of something then.”

(The text convo was copy pasted from EchikoHoshisuki on Ao3)

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- this excited you more then you could ever know, jumping out of bed to go and find a costume and perfect your makeup so it looks bomb for the party.

- you stood awake until 2am thinking about that guy, just what the hell was wrong with you. You wished he’d text you back.

- he couldn’t stop thinking about you, his soulmate as he pleasured himself. He’d hope to have a day like that with you a million more times.

- you finally fall asleep with him still plaguing your mind.

- Saturday is quick to pass as you spend it inside practically rotting in bed, you do have to do laundry before it gets too dark though.

- it’s about 5pm when you head out with your dirty clothing in a janky old cart, the local laundromat is placed conveniently across the street. You roll the dirty wheels over the unpaved side walk, each bump making the cart and the clothing wobble slightly.

- you hang around with a book as you wait for the wash cycle to finish, seemingly unaware of your surroundings.

- after flirting with the idea of reading, two pages later you look up and give the room a swipe. The wash cycle on your machine still has 15 minutes left on it.

- maybe it’d just be better to daydream about the person you’re trying to distract yourself from, seems like it’s a good time waster. You decide to do just that for the remainder of your wash cycle.

- you swear you just saw a lock of green hair

- you must be going crazy, you’re thinking about him so much that it’s like he’s really there.

- you feel a tap on your shoulder.

- Oh he really is there. You make eye contact with his orange hues, feeling a warmth creep up your neck and onto your cheeks.

- fuck

- why does simple eye contact turn you into a mess with this guy.

- deciding to not be a square you perk up and ask him dumb ass small talk questions. You know the; “the weathers nice, huh?”, “how are you?”, “excited for tomorrow?”.

- You knew you were excited for tomorrow. School events didn’t typically get you excited but knowing he would be there made it worth it.

- despite the obvious lack of originality in these conversations starters it was still pleasant speaking with him. Hell, even just staring at him was enough for you. Maybe just thinking about him was good enough to hold you over. For now anyway.

- you wanted to talk more, you really did. Glancing over to your machine you see the wash cycle had just ended. You wanted to wrap your arms around him and kiss him as you bid your goodbyes. He did too. But instead you opted for a wave and a smile, as did he.

- upon coming home and hanging your laundry out on a rack you still thought about him, you were going back to that laundromat the exact same time next week just to talk to him outside of school.

- he lived half an hour away from that laundromat. He had caught a glimpse of you one day while out in your area. No particular reason why he was there.

- he couldn’t stop thinking about you either, deciding to go with his own dirty laundry on the day he saw you. He was so lucky you were there.

- I love him

- I love her

- you force yourself to go to sleep that night. The excitement of tomorrow seeping in.

- you have about an hour before you need to head out, deciding on a simple mummy look. You were told very short notice, this was really all you could pull together. You figure if the makeup looks bomb then no one will pay attention to the lack of originality.

- throwing the look together with white eye contacts to really get that corpse look, you twirl in the mirror and head out. Toilet paper already tearing at your feet.

- upon arrival you see your friend group crowded at the entrance all sporting their unique styles. Brittney was dressed in a gyaru style, typical but it was cute. Jess sporting a simple cat ear headband and a tail, looks like it was short notice for her as well. Lastly, Crowe who seems to have put the most effort in was dressed as a knight in shining armor. Literally.

- you talked to them for a respectable amount of time. They were nice and they looked great your mind was just elsewhere.

- you had to find him, he’s like 80% of the reason you didn’t bail out of the plan. Sure, you went for your friends too but him coming was what really sold the deal. Otherwise you would have found an absurd excuse to stay home and scroll Instagram for hours.

- you inched your way out of the conversation, it seemed Crowe wanted you to stay and chat more as he immediately asked where you were going as you slowly but surely walked away.

- you caught a glimpse of sol just then, he was covered head to toe in toilet paper?

- god you guys accidentally matched, you could only hope he wouldn’t think you’re some crazy stalker.

- despite enjoying the chat you had to go talk to him, you just had to. You reassured Crowe you’d all talk later as you ran off into Sol’s direction.

- slowing your pace as you see the love of your life

- ahem

- Sol. As you see Sol wrapped in toilet paper just as you were. Awkward.

- he looks your way, himself blushing at the realisation you both were matching. Another reason for him to believe you both were destined to be together.

- he had to have you. Tonight.

- he could not and would not wait any long he decided as he looked at you. Thank god for the toilet paper covering over half his face, he’s redder than a tomato.

- as you finally approach him you both talk as he whisks you away somewhere more private.

- he lures you away from the crowds, to tell the truth you were grateful. You didn’t even want to come to this stupid party.

- it was weird when he had you follow him into a dark creepy alleyway but it wasn’t creepy as long as he was there by your side.

- you both stood there, awkwardly, as he stood at a distance ahead of you. He was acting strange but the red flags didn’t bother you so long as it was him.

- though it was even weirder when he lunged at you and stuck a wet cloth in your face. It made you woozy as your vision went black.

- you awake tied to a chair, you can barely piece together what happened last night. Only bits and pieces coming to you, you have a killer headache too. Maybe you could chalk it up to drinking too much if you weren’t strapped down to a cheap ass chair.

- it was actually pretty sturdy as you tried breaking your way out of it. You can only let out a defeated sigh hoping someone will come and save you, you scream but it seems that no one can hear you.

- except him.

- Upon hearing footsteps you’re pretty nervous, opting to stay as quite as possible.

- it’s him, thank god. You feel yourself immediately sink into the wood of the chair and your breath flow becomes less forced.

- he enters the basement with what looks like a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of water. He looks cute in his inside clothes.

- he doesn’t seem to be in a rush to untie you, which is weird. If he wanted you to come home with him you would have.

- he’s still, just staring at you. You can’t maintain eye contact for too long before you blush and avert gazes again. curse your nerves.

- you’re not sure what to say, honestly you’re just happy it’s him and not some creep.

- it’s a relief when he walks up to you with that tray of food, you’re honestly kind of hungry. Maybe he’ll untie you if you comply.

- “you know, you don’t have to tie me up to make me stay by your side.. heh” you offer a nervous chuckle hoping to lighten up the mood. Biting your lip to quell your anxiety.

- he perks up at this, stopping his movements with the silverware as it sloppily clangs onto the edge of the porcelain bowl.

- his face is covered, not even just covered. Drenched in a red hue, sweat runs down his forehead as he hurriedly wipes it away with his sleeve.

- that reaction gave you knots of your own, even after holding you captive you still somehow can’t get enough of him.

- he fidgets with the silverware, opting for the silence as he feeds you. It shouldn’t have made you hot and bothered but it did.

- the way he’d dab at the food that clung to the corners of your lips with his fingers gave you a visceral reaction. You briefly considered licking him honestly.

- must resist the urges. God you really were desperate.

- somewhere down the line he unties you, it doesn’t even take a fully day to get his trust. It didn’t even take you a full day to warm up to him.

- if he wants you here so be it.

- maybe you weren’t as crazy about him as he was to you but you must have had a screw or two loose to enjoy the attention he was giving you.

- you’d miss him when he ran off to school wishing he just wouldn’t bother at all. Days he’d leave you alone in the house were torture.

- you missed him all the time.

- sometimes you’d think about tying him down so he couldn’t leave you.

- you two really are just two peas in a pod

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Look i know these barely count as head canons considering they’re supposed to be vague but I honest to god just really hate writing one shots.

This one really took the wind out of me, I do not usually dedicate this much time to an hc but there is NOTHING for this guy online. Possibly due to the game only being a demo right now.

Anyways, I hope the longevity of this isn’t bothersome, I’ve only seen a small handful of readable fics for this guy and wanted to separate myself from the masses. I heavily utilized EchikoHoshisuki’s fic on Ao3 as inspiration for my own, I’m hoping by mentioning their name they’ll add another chapter soon 😅 Maybe expect something for broken colors or yours game next.

And yesss, I know there are still unanswered asks in my inbox. I just have commitment issues but I love y’all and I promise at some point in my life they will be answered.

#solivan brugmansia #the kid at the back sol #the kid at the back vn #the kid at the back fanart #headcanons #yandere community #yandere

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mochatune · 3 months

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I really love your characterization, I feel like you're really true to the source material whenever possible ❤ you're good at making cute moments without sugarcoating the unpleasant parts of characters!

I'm curious.. how would Peter/YB react to the reader confronting him about not actually loving them? Reader having been very accepting of him and having a sort of revelation when his Perfect Boyfriend facade slips. (I mean he'd absolutely just cut his losses and go full murder mode but I think it'd be interesting if he actually had any level of introspection.)

If the goal was to flatter me then it worked, like shit, what a beautiful compliment 😂❤️ I got you rn. There is a lot of ways to interpret this hc so I’m hoping what is written is what you were asking for.

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- Peter had a lot of red flags you’d had looked past. He was perfect and went above the bar when it came to past men who had entered your life. He remembered your birthday, the anniversaries, even those cheesy days like national hug day and he spared no expense into making it special for you even when there was nothing to celebrate.

- this was honestly a big part in why you were so accommodating when he was less than savory to be around, you yourself are surprised with how much of a pushover you were in the past. Guess it shows just how low the bar is for you.

- things eventually just started connecting as you got to know him. The possessiveness being a big part, it felt like ever since getting to know him your social life sort of…. changed. It suddenly felt like there was less time for the other people you cared about, even your family wasn’t spared when it came to him. Everyone was a challenge for him.

- neither of you really ever really established a relationship, you always thought you two were just really close friends I mean … sure there were some moments where it felt like something more but it wasn’t something you were barely even beginning to consider after past relationships left you feeling drained. You were okay with this sort of situationship for the the time being you just hadn’t noticed how much he had really wanted.

- He was always the guy there for you to talk shit with when you were frustrated or the shoulder to cry on, he was practically your best friend ever since Lucy had passed. You still blamed yourself for everything despite no consecutive reports on the case for months now but hey atleast you had someone to help you grieve and move past the tragedy that had happened at that diner. He was always there for you, he said it himself and had done more then enough to prove it through his actions towards you.

- one day he just changed. It’s like the guy you’ve been building trust with for almost half a year now just turned around and showed you a side he’d been forcing himself to hide from you.

- suddenly seeing those eyes that made you feel like prey, it was weird and quite frankly you didn’t like it. You didn’t like how he was treating you like a piece of meat, like any other guy would. It felt like you were beginning to see him for who he was.

- all a guy had done was catcall you, it wasn’t anything. You ignored it and kept it pushing like you always do but he just couldn’t let it go.

- he didn’t do anything, not while you were watching anyways but you saw that change in demeanor. He’s done it before though it was always a flash of an emotion you could not name, it always intimidated you but never for long as he was back to his same old lovable self.

- he sort of just dumps everything on you, everything he’d been keeping in all those nights working up the nerve at the mere thought of embracing you as more than just a friend. All those times you had cried to him but not because of him, it infuriated him that the relationship he’d been making up in his head since practically forever with you was nothing more than a mere delusion he’d created to cope with never actually being with you. That was going to change. Tonight.

- he knew, he just knew you wanted to be with him as much as he did with you so when you told him you were put off by his behavior and that you did not feel for him even a fraction of what he felt for you, hearing that “you wanted some time away from him” threw him through a loop. Not a pretty one either.

- those eyes again, the ones he has flashed at the man earlier. The ones that had you feeling helpless. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

- it was like a gust of wind when he grabbed you with all his might, a meaty vein pulsing trough his forearm and the eyes of a killer gaping into your soul. A screaming fit paired with it, words along the lines of “why can’t you just accept that you love me” the words of a delusional freak that you know in your bones you should have never even given a single benefit of the doubt. That all this time that gut feeling in back of your mind was true all along.

- you’re in so much distress that it’s all a blur. The over-exertion of your muscles trying to fight back against the agonizing grip of a grown man paired with the ringing in your head from the screams, the wet on your face from the spittle of the man screaming intensely in your face. There’s a thud and suddenly everything is just black.

- you find yourself with a pounding headache and foggy vision bound against a soft surface, most likely a mattress. You try to move but you find your wrist cold from a handcuff keeping you fastened against the bed post. Everything from last night comes back and you’re reliving everything, a panic attack hits you before you calm down again having hope that there may be a way out of this.

- your captor, the person you thought you’d see comes walking in with a slight hop in his step. Almost as if last night never even happened, he has a tray of food. You aren’t sure what it is but you know you want no part in it immediately readying your voice to try and talk your way out of this predicament.

- there’s a stool by the bed your bound to, he sits on it and puts the tray on the bedside table right by your head.

- he tells you good morning in a sickly sweet voice you wish you’d never hear, almost as sickening as the deep purple bruise left on your arm after the mere grip put on you last night.

- you don’t offer a kind response back (who would let’s be honest) but it doesn’t seem like he minds. That flips a switch when the next words fly out of your mouth, almost as if you didn’t even think about who you were talking to before you spoke.

- nasty words continuously come out of your mouth begging him to let you go all the while barking like a chihuahua as if you were trying to hit a nerve. Who could take anyone seriously while they were tied down though?

- he laughs it off, this is why he loves you so much. You have a quality that can’t be copied, your spirit is so pure to him. He can’t help but communicate how much he loves you with a breathy voice and an ethereal stare.

- you’re next words were your biggest mistake, the ones that sealed your fate. You just couldn’t say you loved him back.

- his reaction, it’s not as bad as last night but still terrifying nevertheless. He understands it’s a process in a relationship but to spout such nonsense is enough to rile him up all over again.

- he’s more than offended at being told that he doesn’t really love you and only like the idea of you, you’re more than that to him. You’re essence, the mere presence of you is enough to blow him away. He huffs it away with a smirk, you don’t mean that.

- you’re too weak to fight the cloth clogging your airways, the all to familiar blackness coming back into the corner of your eyes slowly drowning your vision in it as your brain goes numb.

- begging to leave it just won’t work, he knows you really love him and that you want to stay here. You just need time and he’s more than willing to take care of anyone else who seems to think they knows what’s best for you and him.

- just like he did with Lucy.

- overall the guy is fucking delusional, say goodbye to the possibility of him having even a single moment of clarity when it comes to you.

#peter your boyfriend #yb peter #peter #yb fandom #yb your boyfriend #yb game #your boyfriend x reader #your boyfriend visual game #your boyfriend visual novel #your boyfriend game #your boyfriend #yandere

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mochatune · 4 months

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Hey! So I've fixated on a vague headcannon of a Y/N with dissociative identity disorder. They're a system with different alters, and each feels differently about Peter (each could be a reference to the different routes in the game - the romantic route, the friendship route, the abusive route, etc.) And well, Peter loves all of you - so he tries to get every single alter to fall for him. I love your HCs, could you write a Peter x Y/N with DID one?

Hey so sorry about this being as late as it is, I’m just now getting back on tumblr. Anyone else with an ask i promise it’s a priority.

In advance I have no real idea on how DID really is and am going off what I’ve been told, if this comes off as offensive then I apologize.

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Peter x darling with DID

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- honestly he wouldn’t pick up on it at all in the beginning, which is weird considering his favorite hobby is literally stalking you. He knew you took some sort of medication but upon further snooping he found it was Prozac, a common depression med.

- when you keep changing how you feel about him it gets him angry, he genuinely thinks you’re just giving him mixed signals. This could lead him on to take you even faster than originally in the game.

- you go from calling him asking when you guys are meeting up again to telling him to stay the fuck away from you and blocking his number. He doesn’t appreciate the inconsistency, don’t be surprised when he’s banging at your door screaming demanding an explanation. He’s patient but enough of this will start to piss him off and leave him feeling paranoid.

- it’s not until you both are having a at home date when he realizes what’s happening here, the switch is gradual and almost seemless but as your biggest fan he picks it up.

- one second your cuddling him and now you’re just staring at him with this gross look in your eyes.

- after this incident it’s clear he doesn’t know as much as he thought he did about you. if you felt watched before then you definitely did now, not only is he keeping a strict eye on you trying to figure out what’s going on with you but he’s also snooping through your place a lot more consistently.

- he eventually finds your hospital records in a dusty old box and it all starts to click, of course you were acting so ‘weird’.

- this determines him further to win the love over every ‘you’, though don’t be surprised if you find this also motivates him to take you faster. Now that he has an actual reason to believe you need him he won’t release his grip.

- it starts with him coming over more often and Texting you more, being more attentive basically. He also starts noticing the switches more.

- as soon as he found out about your diagnosis he did so much research, like an insane amount. Knows pretty much the ins and outs of what DID is.

- when you switch it’s like he switches, more so switching his approach in how he talks to you.

- when you’re lovey he doesn’t do much, he likes this side of you best and is ultimately determined to get all these sides of you to be like that with him.

- when you’re angry or more so scared of him he gives you space and comforts you as much as possible, it’s a little antagonizing to admit but he treats you like a child when you get like this.

- it’s sort of a running game, this personality is incredibly stubborn and doesn’t want anything to do with him. His best bet is to more gently force himself on you until you can eventually tolerate his presence and hopefully soon his love.

- all in all he just becomes more attentive. There’s not much to say considering he’s not as mentally there either.

- you end up kidnapped in his home much earlier than expected from even himself where he basically locks you inside and treats you like a helpless animal.

- its fucked up but he drugs you into being complacent when you switch and you start freaking out about the current situation.

- if the drugging doesn’t work then it’s the constant manipulation that does, you’re other personality will never really love him but it is numb to his touch at this point.

- he’s really just putting a bandaid over a bullet wound with the way he’s treating you.

- when you behave he’s all over you and treating you like a goddess but when you have these freak outs he just doesn’t know what to do, despite being so well versed in your disorder he’s still a very toxic person who wants all of you.

- he won’t even take you to therapy because of how possessive he is, he expects you to treat him as your therapist and you can only imagine how that would blow over.

- you’re always ensured your meds and a warm body to stay next to but that’s about as much as you get because Peter is not as emotionally available as he makes you believe he is.

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#yandere #yb your boyfriend #yb game #yb peter #peter your boyfriend #your boyfriend game #your boyfriend visual novel #your boyfriend x reader #your boyfriend visual game #your boyfriend

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mochatune · 4 months

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Could you do YB peter w a s/o that smokes weed??

Hi yes got you, sorry to all. It’s been a long while since I’ve been here. Lost the password for this account 😅

Peter x stoner reader hcs

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- wouldn’t really if at all mind it, he’s not shocked. If the smell wasn’t a dead giveaway then him stalking your every move has shown your little habit.

- since he’s a cigarette smoker there’s a high probability he’s smoked weed too especially considering his rebel phase. He’s honestly relieved you’re not one of those people who gag when they smell smoke, finds them kind of annoying and dramatic.

-He would definitely smoke with you, end of the smoke sesh is him admiring you and telling you how much he loves you. If you thought he was sappy while sober than just wait until he’s high.

- if you’re smoking all the time that would be a cause for concern and he’d make you put a cap on it, you could most likely shimmy your way out of it considering he’s a total pushover for you. As long as you’re not doing hard drugs he won’t put up much of a fight if you insist.

- if you’re smoking then he’s smoking 😂 you will turn this guy into a whole pothead, he hates missing out on something you like. Finds it as an easy way to bond with you without being as overbearing as usual.

- after a couple seshes with you it’s going to become routine, say goodbye to your solo smokes sessions because he’s accompanying you every single time. He’s purposely stashing snacks and writing little notes in a pad for ideas on things you can do while high.

- he’s surprisingly giddy about it all. Knowing you smoke anytime he smokes he’s making you tag along, if you’re lungs weren’t black already then they really will be now.

- y’all are most def hotboxing that shitty white van anytime of the day. The smell of skunk and cigarettes is practically ingrained in the interior

- popping edibles and going to the aquarium is a vibe, staring dumbly at the fish while parents are pulling their kids away from the two stoned strangers with gaping red eyes.

- you two share the same brain cell when high and it shows. Makes for an interesting adventure though.

- overall he finds it as a new way to enjoy your presence. He’s a lot less possessive when high so this strengthens the bond between the two of you.

#yb fandom #yb peter #your boyfriend game #your boyfriend visual game #your boyfriend #peter your boyfriend #your boyfriend x reader

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mochatune · 2 years

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I really wanna ask for a sun and moon x reader, but I forgot my prompt, af idk what to request now ;w;

Take your time lol, send your request when your ready

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mochatune · 2 years

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Is it okay to ask for a lil sun&moon x reader? I'll give details if it's oki :>

Yes that’s completely fine lol

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mochatune · 2 years

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Hi :]

Heyyy 😆

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mochatune · 2 years

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69 followers huh? 😏 I’ll be sure to post something to celebrate after working out if I’m in the mood

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mochatune · 2 years

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So what if I gave up halfway through? Anyways here is sun

#caregiver sundrop #security breach sundrop #fnaf security breach #sunnydrop #fnaf sundrop #sun fnaf #fnaf sunrise #fnaf sunny #fnaf daycare #fnaf fandom #fnaf fanart #sundrop #sundrop fnaf #fnaf sun #fnaf sb #fnaf daycare attendant #enjoy #digital artist #digital art

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mochatune · 2 years

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I want these so bad!!!! I already have both tragus piercings done and my industrial, all they need to do is heal. I don’t have a double helix yet but as soon as these tragus piercings aren’t sore asf anymore I’m planning on getting it. My piercings better heeaaall already so I can get these 😭😭

I just want a sun and moon themed jewelry set, is that so much to ask for?

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mochatune · 2 years

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* if your fine w/ it, can you write sun or moon comforting reader that has self harm scars?

Yes ofc I can! There is no limit to what you can ask for aslong as it’s not pedophilia or sum shit 😂 I’m going to try a bit of a different format for this headcanon so I hope it’s to your liking

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Moon and sun x reader with sh scars hcs

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☀️- sun doesn’t mind you wearing long sleeves, matter of fact doesn’t even question it and proceeds to compliment the design found on your sweater as he twirls you around for another day of fun in the daycare.

🌙- moon also doesn’t really care much about you wearing long sleeves because it was winter at the time, it’s reasonable you’d be cold even in the confines of the well heated daycare that’s all ready for nap time by now.

-it’s in the warmer months that they start to notice as your now wearing appropriate clothing for the season. A t-Shirt and a pair of black leggings, it’s not an unreasonable outfit for the heat that even the daycares air conditioning can’t seem to fully filter out but they don’t seem to take their gaze away from the dark lines on your arm.

☀️- sun will ask you if you have a cat, maybe you got scratched? A childhood incident? Maybe it was just a scar from an old boo-boo. He tries making up excuses for why your arm could possible be scarred up like that while you don’t give any real clear answer, you give him a lie instead and say your cat did it and he immediately eases up because he doesn’t want to believe there was a possibility you would ever do that to yourself.

🌙- moon already knows and unlike sun who goes straight to denial he ponders why you would do that to yourself. Very forward about it too, picks up your arm and examines the dark lines carefully. Despite already having an idea of what happened he tests the waters and asks what happened to your arm. it quite frankly made you reel back in shock, quickly making up an excuse saying your cat was using you as a scratching post a couple months back. he leaves it alone after that.

- they both now know you have some sort of older injury and discuss it later that day when the daycare is closed for the day and all the kids are heading home. While sun is still innocently making excuses for you and wondering what you should all do for an activity tomorrow, moon will instead tell it how it is to sun and that they need to confront her on both of their own time.

☀️- suns very antsy to see you the next day, he looks down at your arm with the dark marks once again before looking up at your smiling face. He’s unsure of his next course of action, he’s a little betrayed you blatantly lied to him and that moon had to be the one to spell it out for him. He stutters over his words while he thinks of what he should tell you. He’s very solemn looking now and you’re wondering why before you see his head in a clear line of sight looking directly at your arm longingly, he doesn’t have pupils but you know with a sigh knowing you couldn’t hide this little secret anymore you tell him that a couple of months ago you weren’t in a great place mentally but you’re all better now. Pointing at your scars that have been closed for a long enough time “see? None of these are fresh so it’s ok now” if robots could cry he would be sobbing, while he can’t exactly cry he makes the sound of strangled sobs as he gives you a very deep and desperate hug. He’s terrified of losing his dearest friend and him knowing you were so so alone that your resorted to that as a coping mechanism is what kills him from the inside out.

🌙- moon isn’t exactly sure what to do when you come through the daycare doors, he’s hanging on his cable at this time and his cable clicks as he slowly comes towards you from one of his various hiding spots on the ceiling. With a big smile on your face you greet him and while usually this would bring him great comfort he can’t help but lock his gaze onto your arm, unlike sun he has pupils so you can clearly see where he’s looking. You’re a bit embarrassed and sloppily cover your arm with your hand as you try and sell another lie to him. He doesn’t fall for it but you didn’t really expect him too, he is very much so upset that you’re still trying to lie to him even though it’s extremely obvious. With a long sigh you begin to tell him that a couple of months ago that you weren’t mentally well and self harmed as a last resort “it’s all better now though, see? They are just marks now” he doesn’t know what to even say, stuck in a stiff pose contemplating what he should say, he knew what you did to yourself he just didn’t believe you would tell him all of that. Slowly he leans over to you and gives you what seems to be a very light but firm hug. Moon doesn’t want you to feel like this, just like sun you are also his dearest and most treasured friend. The thought of losing you too makes him feel like crying, of course he tries to hold in these emotions, to act like everything is okay but eventually you hear soft sobs come from him as his hold on your becomes just slightly more tight.

-sun and moon are your dearest and most close friends, after that encounter with them your friendship with them soon blossoms into an even deeper understanding of each other. They are with you every step of the way offering numerous sources you can go to outside of the pizzaplex for help and even offer you to vent and ask for advice when you’re in trying times. They do not want you to feel that alone ever again, while they can’t do a ton they do whatever they can to keep that precious smile on your face

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It’s quite short but I hope you enjoyed nevertheless!

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mochatune · 2 years

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I wrote this for roxy too and I notice it’s kinda a common thing I write for because nicotine addiction to me is a lot more common than people think, I also never see it really talked about in this fandom so I really just wanna try different perspectives. I apologize if this is inaccurate

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Moon x janitor reader with nicotine addiction

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- now moon is very much so observant and a lot more forward, while sun likes to sugar coat moon is all about saying it how it is not matter how much flack it gets him later on.

- so when you come in during your night Shift to clean up anything extra him or sun left reeking of tobacco he will say something to you.

- when he tells you it comes off as more of an observation than a concern, which hurts but you’re happy he doesn’t interfere further. You pass it off as a coincidence despite his keen senses, saying your co-worker was just having a smoke while on your break coincidentally right next to you.

- he knows you’re lying, moon is not dumb. He calls you naughty for not making sure the smell was gone from your uniform as it could ‘seep into the playground equipment’ and cause a bad smell for the children the next morning, this is his nonchalant way of showing concern without trying to make it obvious.

- you rub the back of your head and apologize for you negligence to at least try and rub off the scent, you didn’t bother because you worked the graveyard shift so kids weren’t around and you were not made aware animatronics here even had working noses.

- the next night you come into clean you make an effort to spray your uniform 50 million times with body spray. Despite all this moon still knows you were smoking a cigarette in your free time and it was not your ‘co-worker’

- tonight he decides to say nothing about it because you did at least try to mask it last time, next time he will not be so nice about it though.

- moon knows there’s a multitude of reasons you could be smoking, he isn’t aware of why your not as open as some other adults about it. Usually people aren’t ashamed to admit they smoke it up once in awhile, as long as you aren’t doing it in front of the young and impressionable.

- while he’s aware your lying to him he doesn’t know your actually dependent on them to keep going throughout the day.

- he ponders on it and even temporarily goes to sun for advice, sun was obviously not very skilled on adults and their habits so he proved useless on advice for this particular subject although he made a note to confront you next shift.

- you come in smelling even stronger than the last nights, the overwhelming scent of perfume and tobacco was revolting even to moon.

- you even look more tired than usual, your eye bags drooping and skin looking considerably dry, your shaking a lot as well. It’s not a good sight, you look like a walking corpse and now he’s becoming considerably concerned.

- he figured it was just a bad habit you had so he did try and leave it alone but at this point he can’t ignore the effects it has on your appearance and energy.

- he finally confronts you with full forwardness, he’s done beating around the bush with this little habit of yours.

- he’s looking at you sweep invisible dust particles from high up connected to the ceiling, flying around ‘patrolling’

- is dead silent, usually he’s giggling or pointing out a spot you missed, it’s making you believe he’s just in his room for once in a blue moon. He usually loves to tease you. it’s as if his personality has gotten even more stark than before.

- he hasn’t said anything just yet. He sees your jacket laid on top of the security desk and in one of the front pockets he sees your hidden stash, half the pack is already gone with one of the cigarettes slightly wrinkled from you running around all day.

- he’s not in your line of sight and with great stealth is coming towards your jacket, he promptly grabs it from your jacket and reels himself back up on his cable.

- he’s looking at the pack, brushing his fingers over the matte cardboard that slightly stinks of tobacco. Reading the name of the brand, looking at the mostly white sticks with dark brown leaves stuck in them.

- he makes an effort to giggle or do something to get your attention. Despite wanting to be forward with you he can’t help but at least try and make it seem like less of a problem than this whole situation really is.

- you look up, excited that moon has finally joined you just for a look of terror to cross your face in a mere second. You see the half empty pack of cigarettes clenched in his hand, it reflects a a bit of red light off of it from moons glistening orbs.

- you tell him this isn’t what it looks like, you were holding it for a friend, you don’t smoke, anything to just clear your name from him thinking you indulge in it in the slightest.

- he knows you’re lying obviously, he works with children who lie all the time. He’s capable of differentiating a truth from a lie by now.

- he’s angry and upset, he demands a truthful and honest answer from you. Despite doing that you still sing a slew of lies leaving him pissed.

- he would never put your hands on you but he contemplates it for just a second, flying over to you on his cord right next to your head. He starts pulling out a cigarette, one by one he rips and crumbles them where you were originally sweeping.

- you start to freak out and he looks at you while already on the third one, he demand an answer right now.

- he stops when you start to speak, holding the third just ready to snap it in half as easily as he did the last two.

- you admit to him you use them as a coping mechanism and you know it isn’t healthy but you argue your case as fast and effectively as you can on why you absolutely need them back.

- now that he knows your dependent and didn’t tell him this in the first place he is very much so angry but is able to compose himself enough to become slightly jeering.

- calling you naughty as he snaps the third one and drops it next to your frozen person. You don’t even know what to say anymore as you look him in his glass eyes without blinking, you look as pissed as moon now.

- even he’s a bit shocked you are looking a t home like that, what he doesn’t expect is you to start screaming at him to give them back immediately.

- after a certain point of him just looking at you and processing the pure frustration you’re letting out he comes down slowly whilst making an effort to keep the box out of your reach and comforts you.

- you’re screams are now turning into strangled sobs as you are now begging for the box back, you aren’t even trying to reach them from his hands anymore.

- he rips and crumples the rest of the box and your now a complete mess, cursing him out and running out of the daycare without your jacket that once had the pack of cigarettes in them strewn on top of the security desk.

- the next night he prepares 20 minutes before your shift, he wrote out an apology and has your jacket ready to be given pack. He almost wishes he didn’t intervene and take your things.

- what he did not expect in the slightest was for you to not show up to your shift at all, at this point he has your schedule memorized as you’re the only human staff that works Night Shift cleaning the daycare so he knows it’s not a day off and it most certainly is not a vacation.

- did he really screw up that bad? To the point you didn’t even show up to work, how badly did you hate him now that you won’t even come do your job. With a solemn sigh he sits the night contemplating an even better apology for tomorrow night, sun already knows the situation and thought moon did the right think despite stealing from you because he had your best interest at heart

- moon feels for lack of better words absolutely horrible, all he wants to do is bring you to a calming rest with your conscience stress free not worrying about something that’s bad for your health

- he’s prepared the next night for you to hopefully come with an even better apology memorized and your jacket now clean as he hand washed all the stains out at one of the sinks that’s in the daycare for when children get dirty.

- you thankfully do come this night but your dead silent, usually it’s you having the one sided conversation while moon is his normal mocking self giggling at you and calling you naughty. It’s not supposed to be like this with roles now seemingly reversed

- you sweep very silently and swiftly to get out of here as soon as possible onto your next task, moon comes out of hiding and drops your jacket inconspicuously on the same spot you left it last time.

- before he can even manage to utter a word out of his mouth to start his apology you talk first, it’s a stutter but then a sentence comes out. While Muttered he can clearly hear you say ‘I’m sorry’

- no longer turning away from him, you had heard his cable click as he lowered. you talk about how it was wrong of you to overreact over a cheap pack of cigarettes and that moon was was only trying to care for you well being.

- now un-clipped from his cable he stands awkwardly, standing straight with his hand covering his chest. He apologizes too, a very sincere one.

- he didn’t spare a single detail of what he believed he did wrong and gives you the deepest apology that ever given to another person before, he’s barely even this sincere with sun so it’s a very special sight to see.

- while he stands there in a now more relaxed pose as if he’d gotten everything he needed to off his chest, you slowly approach.

- very slow and static movement at first become one fluid motion as you come to hug him.

- he’s hesitant at first, not many people even children get this close with him so he’s grateful and bothered nervous at the same time. He wraps his arms around you in a gentle embrace

- you tell him you’ll quit if he really wants you too, he doesn’t know what to say. He still believes he’s completely in the wrong but nevertheless is grateful that you would do something of a great feat like that for him.

- while moon isn’t human and doesn’t suffer from addiction he still makes himself learn to empathize with you and your struggle.

- since the other animatronics wouldn’t be good at dishing out at advice on how to help get off of nicotine for good he would break a couple of rules and research for himself. Would even pay a couple of favors to other employees to get books on dependency.

- he’s very sweet and offers as many solution as possible for your endeavors.

- while she’s more shy with his approach on giving you encouragement he will make little posters with sun on a reason you should continue going.

- it warms your heart and you’ve unlocked a hidden side of moon that not many see, he’s with you all the way to the moon and back

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I quite honestly think I spent way longer than I should have on this, I hope y’all enjoy. I’ve been motivated to write lately. I do hope these headcanons I write aren’t inaccurate because I really do truly want an accurate representation of what it’s like to be addicted to anything really. I would love some constructive criticism on what I can do better to make this more relatable and raw for y’all.

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mochatune · 2 years

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I once again apologize if this isn’t accurate I just barely see fics of my fave fandoms covering heavy topics and I feel like someone needs too.

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Yb Peter x drug addict reader hcs (reader is specifically addicted to vyvanse)

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- Peter already knows, I mean come on he literally stalks you for a living.

-Peter isn’t stupid, he smokes when stressed so he can relate in a way although your doing harder drugs than him.

-how did he find out? He sees you pop one of the blue pills every morning through the secret cameras installed but he knows you don’t have any prescriptions or even ADHD for that matter, your name isn’t even on the bottle.

-when he decided to kidnap you is when he took action, he didn’t really mention it while you both were getting to know each other because he would blow his cover knowing you would rather die than share your little habit with people you don’t know let alone are close with.

-he originally tried weening you off so you wouldn’t suffer through withdrawal, he was there for you every step of the way but despite that he still kidnapped you so your stress was at an all time high. Your technically didn’t really recover at all and still thought about it at every waking moment, even in your dreams you thought of just taking another pretty blue capsule.

-they made you confident, like a day could never go bad with one of those 60mg bad boys keeping you mentally healthy or at-least your false perception of mentally healthy.

-productivity and happiness are unlimited with the unprescribed meds, you also loved them because of how much weight they made you lose over the course of a couple of months. Used to being chubby and now all that’s left are stretch marks from past stretching of the skin, how could you possibly quit when they offered you all these wonderful ‘health’ benefits?

-the energy of it all made you dizzy with happiness of what it would be like to take it again

-quitting wasn’t an option for you, of course Peter figured this could happen so the medicine cabinet is locked up along with him watching you use the toilet so you couldn’t break into it

-Peter feels bad, all he wants do is give you a hug and tell you it will all be better but your terrified of him and quite frankly it’s triggering a relapse despite you never mentally recovering from the loss of your crutch in the first place.

-Peter is becoming desperate for you to be comfortable around him now aswell, it’s been months already in his care. He’s almost willing to do anything for you to just stop being so difficult

-eventually you’re so desperate for atleast a fourth of the feeling they gave you that you snort some coffee left on the counter, it doesn’t work obviously. The rush only lasting for a bit but it felt like enough for the time being

-it seems funny, like a joke. Someone so desperate for a release that they do anything that looks like it will take effect in sight, anything to get rid of the mental pain?

-In short the desperate measures you took had you end up restrained with peters hawk like gaze never leaving you for a minute, you’re kept in a dirty basement attached to a pipe but even then you’re restless. cursing him out and telling him how much of a shit human being he is.

-at one point he thinks of giving in to you’re demands, maybe you’ll like him more? He cares about you’re health a lot or he just likes to believe he cares about you more than he really does but if this makes you so happy then he may aswell do this to get your love and affection

-Peter is considerably shallow and quite frankly desperate so he might just give you what you’ve been wanting for so long. He really isn’t above fueling your addiction, after all he isn’t exactly great at managing his growing addiction with you either.

-he does give in but only once, or so he thinks. The second he puts it in your mouth (rather forcefully might I add, like giving a child a tablet to shut them up) you’re immediately complaint with all his demands and stop cursing him out, you’re still squirming to get out but it’s a start.

-of course at first you didn’t want to be complaint let alone even speak to him but you didn’t really care anymore, you felt you had nothing in the real word. Peter has gaslighted you so much over the course of your stay that as long as you at least had the medicine you could let yourself sink into Stockholm syndrome

-after an hour when it’s fully kicked in you become more affectionate and you even ask him to stay with you in the dirty basement, you’re becoming talkative again.

-he’s over the moon and after a couple of weeks of giving you the meds he swore not to give you he lets you come back upstairs and your almost as complaint as a trained dog.

-Peter is an enabler who’s all about control, if you throught the was going to keep your best interest at heart for the risk of losing your affection then you’re dead wrong.

-Peter doesn’t really love you, he loves the feeling of you with him. The feeling of your warm body against him or when you just look him in the eyes.

-Peter is whipped and is quite frankly not above drugging you up if it means you continue to treat him with love and care as he will do the same in return x10

-by you convincing him to give in is a very dangerous path though, had you been less troublesome he would have cared more about your well being. it’s not your fault entirely though, Peter is the one who kidnapped and manipulated you, Kept you against your will.

-he’ll use your dependency on vyvanse to his advantage and will become more strict with how he gives it out overtime as he becomes more used to the affection given to him.

-didn’t look him in the eyes long enough? None today. Tried to escape? Good luck trying to get that back for a couple of weeks

-he effectively has a reward and punishment system for you as he gradually becomes more cocky and power hungry for your love.

-Peter isn’t a great guy and will quite frankly just fuel your habit despite how much he believes he cares for your well-being and health

-maybe deep down he wants to be a good boyfriend for you, to nurture you and make you happy but the reality of his nature is not so bright

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Yeah.. sorry this got dark quick. I wanted it to be wholesome but Peter as a character is just not mixable with that, he’s not a good guy no matter how hard I tried to sugar coat this headcanon. I apologize if this is an inaccurate representation of drug addiction and Peter as a character. Forgive me

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mochatune · 2 years

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The splitting sound of the alarm wakes me up for yet another day, morning chills crawling up my body as I take the blanket off me and get ready for another day at work.

‘I’m lightheaded from all that smoking last night’ eyebags feeling droopier than usual despite getting a full nights rest, the slight shaking of the tips of my fingers, dry under-hydrated skin, and greasy dandruff ridden hair. Walking hazily to the bathroom I grab my uniform, place it on the lid of the toilet, and throw off my clothing that I fell asleep in. Grabbing the nozzle of the shower handle making sure it’s burning to get rid of these damned chills. Despite the scalding heat of the water my skin is still gathering goosebumps ‘why am I so cold?’ As I grab my lavender scented shampoo and start lathering it in my hair. I make sure to keep my hair out of the water while also keeping the hot water touching my back, it feels really nice. I slowly put my head into the water and feel the soap run down my body, not bothering with conditioner I run over my body with an un-scented bar of soap, washing it off I then turn the nozzle and walk out of the shower to continue my routine. I dress up in my uniform for work, it’s a simple white button up and black pants along with a cute Freddy fazbear headband to look ‘more approachable’ when working. Taking my sweet time putting on my uniform over my still wet body, spraying chamomile and lavender scented perfume on my body and went on to grab my things and leave.

-short time skip-

I don’t have money for public transportation so I just walk, it’s only a 25 minute walk. No biggie. I pull out my vape pen and start smoking it despite how lightheaded I still was from last night, it’s watermelon flavored although it’s quite stale tasting. The instant rush of release fills my body, like I’m being rejuvenated once again. I crawl into my thoughts to pass time, thinking of how work may pan out today. Maybe I’ll get to catch chica eating out of the trash again, it was quite a silly sight, I had to stop myself from shitting myself and I still laughed my ass of once she was out of sight. I’m sure she heard me. With that I also thought about how roxy would make me comb her hair, the kind greeting that I would receive from Freddy, monty ruining my hair as he always pats it way too roughly, sun picking me up for a big hug, moon watching over me. ‘Those guys really seem to highlight my day’ taking my final puff.

I look up to see the big neon sign featuring the main four. 15 minutes before the opening of the plex ‘good I’m early’ I think thoughtlessly as I’m soon greeted by Vanessa who was just leaving for her much needed beauty sleep, blonde pigtails messy with sunken eye bags that rivaled mine. “Hey Vanessa, how was the night watch, Any action?” I say with a lopsided smirk on my face, now putting my vape in my pocket. “It was fine” she say with a an eye roll but continues “good luck” with that she waves to me lightly and starts walking to her car. Rude, but whatever.

I go to the staff room and grab a walki-talki and a faz tablet. I turn it on and clock in with the virtual app that’s on it, deciding to also grab coffee that’s still on the pot, pouring it into a disposable cup. Taking a sip I notice it’s incredibly bitter slightly stale, it is what it is I suppose. I mean what do you expect from day old coffee.

I want to continue vaping but now that I’m on company property I can probably be fired for smoking in the general vicinity because Y’know family friendly bullshit policies. I finish the coffee as it goes down my dry throat, throwing it into one of those cute Freddy garbage cans. Pulling out the tasks assigned to me on the tablet I get started. First off, empty the trash bins in the daycare before guests arrive. Walking to the daycare I go to the employee only storage closet to grab a cart and a box of trash bags so I can transfer the trash bags more efficiently.

It’s quite heavy but I keep pushing as fast I can to end the torture early. I make it to the faint wooden doors of the daycare, finally taking a break and brushing the dribbles of sweat that resided on my forehead. I walk away from the cart and click the glowing bear shaped button, the door immediately opens and I go in with the heavy ass cart. The music is playing lightly in the background and the lights are on as per usual, I’m sure suns in his tower right now. Maybe he will come out and greet me. I start behind the security desk and tie a knot on top the bag, throwing it into the cart rather roughly and replacing it with a fresh bag in the small trash can.

Just as I thought I hear the thud and clatter of plastic balls, then see a yellow giant running towards me ‘Your back! Oh how I’ve missed you dear friend!’ He says as he picks me up by my armpits. A bit painful but I still fit a half assed smile on my face, ‘Hey sun, how’s life?’ I slightly wave. ‘Oh life is just wonderful! I get to see my faaavorite Ever friend in the entire world this morning’ his smile becomes even brighter than before despite not having a movable jaw. How sweet of him, he is the sun after all. ‘Well sun as much as I looove when you pick me up..’ I say semi sarcastically’…I really need to finish getting these trash bags replaced before guests start arriving…’ I look down at my watch ‘…10 minutes from now.’ Suddenly it’s like a flip switches inside sun, voice suddenly becoming panicked ‘oh dear, oh my! Dear friend I had no idea you had such a big responsibility this morning, I’ll help you right away!!’ While I appreciate the offer I can already think of more than 10 things that can go wrong if sun decides to try and help me ‘As much as i appreciate that sun I’m sure I got this on my own, you gotta keep yourself nice and clean for all the children coming soon. Wouldn’t wanna get them sick, right?’ Good enough hopefully ‘you are correct! Children must have fun and not be sick, you are so smart! I’ll be around the whole time with you freind!’ With that I continue on with my duty, tying knot after knot in each trash bag and then sloppily throwing them in the cart. Sun looks over but doesn’t interfere in my endeavor besides him blabbering my ear off about random things I only half listen to while getting my work done, finally getting them all into the now filled cart of trash I take out new bags and then replace all the bare trash bins.

All done, and with 2 minutes to spare before the pizzaplex opens their doors to the public. ‘Oh please come over later friend! I would love to play with you sometime soon!!’ He says in what seems to be a desperate plea, he must be lonely after all the children leave. Couldn’t imagine being confined into a daycare with practically no social interaction, besides moon of course. ‘I’ll see sun, you know I am a very busy person.’ I’m a little saddened but the truth of the matter is I probably will be too beat to even walk after my shift ‘oh that’s alright friend… I’ll see you sometime soon!’ Oh man seems like I hurt the poor guys feelings, I’ll make it up to him later…

Checking my faz tablet I look my schedule for the day, seems pretty simple. Just clean periodically when guests aren’t occupying that area and make sure young kids aren’t left unattended. so basically I’ll be acting as a nanny for the day, just wonderful. Not like I should have expected anything else with this little experience, maybe just partying and doing drugs all throughout Highschool was stupid. I’m sure the rest of my friends are probably like fucking CEOs or something and I’m just here working in a children’s entertainment place because they were the only thing that would accept me. Oh well, maybe in my next life I’ll have more success, with a shrug I get ready for another gruesome shift at Freddy fazbears mega pizzaplex.

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This is quite short but it’s been sitting in my drafts for a VERY long time. I’ll ofc post a part 2 eventually at some point in my life when the motivation strikes me in the noggin. Hope you enjoyed

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