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Hi. Look, I know it’s been some time, and I’d just like to drop you a big, fat apology.

Remember DCASS2022? It happened a couple months ago now, and when I was accepted into it, I had my heart set on gifting you something so great your heart would freeze with the written description of the bitter cold nipping at you. But, as it turns out, you never got to experience that, and I never got to share the experience with you, because there was no giving, yet there was a gift.

I wrote it briskly, bashfully, full of giddiness and other emotions that made me want to explode into a million tiny versions of myself. However, all those feeling were wasted when I got my devices taken away, for rather graceless reasons.

Yet, there was hope, minuscule, but still a chance nonetheless. I’d placed your special something in my queue, but a malfunction caused it to never actually post, and so I consulted a close friend, who turned out to be much too busy to lend a hand.

And so, meekly, humbly, and apologetically now, with my devices in hand, I want to wish you a belated Christmas, and share with you the gift you very much so deserve.

And here @artisticbunny is my gift to you for DCASS2022!

(p.s tumblr butchered my formatting, and I’m leaving it as is so that I don’t mess it up more. This is how I originally wrote it, fresh in quality and unique in design I suppose. Please enjoy, I’ve been awaiting this for a long time!) :D

Woohoo! Merry Christmas to the amazing @ArtisticBunny!!! My gift to you for DCASS2022! Um but first I’d like to apologize for the lateness! No one was supposed to go giftless and I’m afraid you almost did!! (I swear I wasn’t just being stupid rather than writing this, it’s just I couldn’t use my device and had to rely on other means of posting it.) Also just want to say sorry for the tumblr formatting… I wanted to put this on ao3, but I couldn’t because this project was actually kinda rushed. Hopefully it still comes out unscathed though, and you’re still able to read it! But anyways, to the point! I made a written piece since my art needs some work, and I’ll just go ahead and apologize now for any typos or misplaced perceptions. I don’t celebrate Christmas, so I guess it might be more of a snowday thing than gifts under a tree with cookies and lights and everything. Went for a more so domestic DCA kind of writing, (sorry if that’s not your cup of tea…) because I want to try my hand at making living with a huge metal robot seem homey! (Beforehand I’d like to throw in a warning or two so umm CW: Nakedness/Nudity (Bathtime), and maybe just some banter, along with the typical nonsexual intimacy. (Rather smooth though, wanted to make this appropriate for most ages) Happy Reading! (Word Count: 8,500~) You’re awakened by the soft lights pouring in through the window, and secondarily, an exquisite smell coming out of the kitchen. With a small groan, you stretch and wipe the sleepy dust from your eyes. The heater near your bed is on, perfect for the cold weather that plagues your windows outside. Speaking of windows, you crane your neck to peek out of the one above the heater and catch sight of the ‘cold weather’ that gently falls against it. Snow. You know you’re not exactly a kid or anything, but you’re not an old killjoy either, so you immediately kick your legs over the side of your bed and hop to the ground, widening the gap in the blinds to look out the window. Sure enough, the white matter that is little crystals of H2o is wafting about, similarly to the smell of whatever is going throughout your home right now. You conclude to go check in the kitchen for the pleasing scent, and then maybe inspect the news channel for more information about the exciting look of the weather.

Still fighting the sleep from your system, you straighten up with a small wobble, the warmth of your blanket departing from you as you switch off the heater and proceed to make your bed. It’s somewhat of a last second thought, but when you’re satisfied with the way the covers lay across the bed, there’s no more need for inspection. You enter the hallway, make a left and enter the living room, which shares a space with the kitchen, where you see the tall sunny animatronic you’ve grown to love, cooking. You don’t announce your presence when you come in, but there’s no need. You’re sure his robo-servos and whatnot will probably alert him for you, as they do nearly every other time. “Hellooo Sunnybun! Good to see you up early!” Sun hoots, knocking whatever grogginess still lingering within you right out. He doesn’t look at you when he speaks, but you can sense the mirth radiating from him as you make your way over, peeking over his arm to see what he’s making. “Hello to you too, Sun. Do you mind if I ask what you’re making?” You ask, swallowing any excess saliva as it tries to escape your mouth. Sun hums, giving you a gentle nudge away from the hot stove for what you’ll assume is your own safety. “Breakfast.” Sun supplies, and you cut your eyes at the ever-grinning metal man. “Seriously? Can’t I at least get a hint?” You query, a small pout on your lips that Sun simply brushes off with a boop of your nose and a shake of his head. “Nope!” Well, with no room for protest you take yourself upfront. “I’ll be in the living room until further notice.” You call, catching a naturally energetic ‘ok’ from your animatronic buddy. You crash onto the couch and mindlessly grope the cushions for the television remote. It’s probably in between the cushions somewhere, unless the more nightly version of your favorite animatronic hid it elsewhere.

Luckily, you find it. You hold it up with triumph as a peek over your shoulder lets you know that Sun is almost finished with your mystery breakfast. With a content hum you flick on the television, and then turn on the news. Unfortunately, you tune in to one of the notorious commercial breaks, so you slump back onto the couch and sigh. “Breakfast is served!” Sun’s voice makes you jump ever so slightly, a plate being skillfully slipped into your lap as you regain your composure. “Oh, thanks Sun!” You beam, glancing down to the delicacy in your lap. Sun made pancakes, dressed in assorted fruits and syrup. You wonder how you didn’t make the connection based off the brief glance you got earlier, but you brush the subject aside. Sun sits on the couch beside you, his long legs carefully crossed so as not to disturb you as he eyes the screen. “The news channel! You must’ve seen the lovely snow outside!” Sun observes, scooting a mite closer in a fashion you’ve learned to recognize as his energetic hands-on nature. You nod in agreement, shoveling a forkful of pancakes into your mouth as your eyes are trained on the television screen. The food is delicious, but you’d expect nothing less than that from the renowned Daycare Attendant. He was programmed with some kind of cooking features, you assume, so he was likely good at it. The guy on the news claims that there’s going to be an expected five to seven inches of snow by tonight, which isn’t all that concerning, considering you’ll be inside by then. You ponder maybe going out for a frolic or just some pure silliness outside in the snow. It seems like the weather isn’t too harsh, and you’re sure you have a spare coat in your closet and maybe some snowpants too. “Hey Sun,” You start, turning down the volume of the television so that you won’t have to speak over it. “Wanna go outside and play in the snow?” “We were wondering when you’d ask! I believe the idea is delightful!” Sun chirps, optics briefly flicking to your half-eaten breakfast before he hops off the couch.

“We’ll prepare the necessary equipment, while you finish your breakfast!” “Yes Sir.” You muse, turning back up the volume on the television as you munch more of your pancake breakfast. It’s not long until Sun is back, nor is it until you finish your food. He comes bearing an armful of clothing, along with what looks like a booklet. He sets the snow supplies next to you on the couch and slips your dinnerware from your grasp. “If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen.” Sun informs you, skipping into said room and leaving you on the couch. Welp it’s official, looks like you’re going outside. You flick off the television and snatch up the booklet from the neat pile of clothes beside you. It looks like a guide to putting on snow gear. You snort, you were sure you could manage putting on some silly looking clothes. Spitefully, you drop the book and immediately reach for the snow coat. You were sure the coat went over the clothes you’re already wearing, so you put it on like that. You slip on the pants as well, and then the socks and boots. You save the gloves for last, and honestly, feel quite warm in your new attire. “Sun, I think I’m ready to go now.” You say, wanting to leave the heat of your home in favor of the subzero temperatures of the outside world. Sun, who was previously cleaning the dishes, turns to you, that permanent smile on his face widening at the sight of you. “My my, SunBun, you look a little hot.” Sun jests, giving a small chuckle as you brush off his comment. “Did you even read the manual?” He asks, tone light, almost that of a tease. Sun dries his hands while you hurriedly examine yourself. You don’t look like a million bucks dressed like this, you can think of few people who would, but you do see some things you could’ve been a teensy bit more careful about.

You shake your head, defeated. That stupid book might’ve been worth reading for someone who’d never put on snow gear before, but you were sure you had this covered. “Let me give you a hand there.” Sun makes his way over, snickering as his long metallic digits get to work on your messy form. He legitimately takes a knee, strappings you didn’t even know were there being fastened as he hooks up little thingsandpressestogethervelcros youwerecompletelyunawareof. You have to raise your arms or shift your stance a little bit here and there, but you manage as you kind of feel like a kid getting fixed up by an adult. “All done!” Sun exclaims, springing back up to full height as you take a glance at your newly fashioned self. “Thanks Sun, I guess I owe you one.” You sing-song playfully, but Sun shakes his head vigorously. “Nonsense! Spending any waking moment by your side is payment enough!” Sun supplies, flattering you as it was intended. “Wow, I’m touched.” You giggle, making your way to the door and grabbing your keys from your pocket. “Do you need anything to go outside…?” You ask, directed towards Sun as you eye him, dressed in a hoodie that’s too small and sweatpants that barely cover his silicone shins. “I mean I don’t want your heaters or whatever to be like, overworked I’m saying…” You add, just for clarity. “Darling, you needn’t worry about us! We are capable of handling ourselves.” Sun assures you, kindly taking your keys and unlocking the door for you. You shrug as you go to open the door, but a large yellow hand stops your own, and you look to see Sun anxiously smiling down at you. Before you can question it, something is dropped onto your head. It’s soft and warm, somewhat fuzzy. “You might want to consider wearing this before you go outside.” Sun suggests, and you fix the thing on your head, recognizing it as a hat. “Thanks Sun.” You say, mirth in your tone from his great concern for you.

You push open the door. Like actually push the thing. There’s snow on your porch, accumulating in front of the small house you’re renting, and even on your driveway. “Wowzers,” You breath, the cold air already abusing your nose and cheeks with its wrath. “That’s a lot of snow.” “Indeed.” Sun agrees, and you gingerly step away from the warmth and safety of your humble home. You aren’t really in the mood to do something overly tedious or laborious, so you make a mental note to clear the driveway of snow later. It’s not like you’ll be driving anyways. “Sun, why don’t we go to the park?” You propose, looking at the small space that is your front yard, and deciding that you’ll need something a little bigger. “Great idea!” Sun cheers, gently taking your hand and taking you in the direction of the park, which is relatively close in your opinion. Not a lot of people are out and about in the low temperatures, you pass a couple on their way to God knows where, a mother and her child walking from a little tea shop on the corner, and an old man traversing the streets on his own. It’s only a short walk, you’re sure you would’ve seen more if you were out longer, but you aren’t. “We have arrived!” Sun shouts, and it echoes across the field. There’s little to no people out here, a mother is watching her son play on a small snow-covered playscape, and then a few older kids are hanging about, some walking the trail and a few more just loitering around talking. You and Sun stand on an open field, a decent size with snow coating every inch. You suppose it’s time to have some fun. “Alright Sun! Why don’t we do something cool?” You suggest, tapping your chin in thought before looking to the animatronic for any kind of inspiration, and he gives a whirl of his faceplate. “We could make an igloo! Maybe sculptures! Have a snowball fight!” Sun fills the air with amazing ideas, bouncing from foot to foot in a contained anticipation.

“Sounds lovely, why don’t we try them all?” You agree, grinning as you walk around in the snow, finding a good patch before you slip your hand from Sun’s. “I don’t really know how to build an igloo, but I’m willing to try.” You quickly inform Sun, looking at the already crouched animatronic. Sun swivels his head to look at you, his grin softening as his upturned eyes fill with sincerity. “I’d be happy to teach you, SunBun.” You don’t know why the spectacle strikes you like it does, but your already rosy cheeks get a tad rosier, and you can’t help but drop your gaze from Sun’s eyes. “Yeah yeah, be my guest metal man.” You mutter, standing beside the huge robot to see what he’s doing. “The snow here is just firm enough!” Sun states, and you see him give it a sharp few prods with his silicone fingers. Come to think of it, the snow does feel a little more resistant than the snow in your driveway or porch. Maybe it’s just colder in the park, or perhaps it’s just the way the land is here. “First let’s measure the size of the igloo!” Sun instructs, drawing a large ring in the snow, piquing your interest. When you’re not exactly immediate with your response, Sun grabs your hand and takes you a few feet away. “Do as I do SunBun! This is an instructional project!” Sun insists, carefully pulling you down into a crouch and moving your hand gingerly through the snow. “Sorry… I wasn’t really expecting that I’d have to make one too.” You explain, letting Sun guide your arm as you both move smoothly through the snow. “You’re perfectly peachy! Just make sure that you the steps closely.” Sun assures you, letting go of your hand once you realize the circle is done being made. “Secondly, we shall deepen this simple ring!” Sun declares, and you find yourselves attracting some attention from the surrounding visitors of the park.

The little boy who was previously playing energetically under his mother’s watchful eye is now staring intently at the chattering Daycare Attendant. A group of maybe four or five children probably ages nine to fourteen are also snickering hysterically as they point at you and whisper to one another. You don’t really mind the young boy’s entranced state of respectfully gazing at you and your friend. The older kids, however, are rather concerning. There’s no adult in sight watching them, just some random children that you doubt are some homeless orphans. They're clearly geared up in winter appropriate clothes. Sun notices you haven’t acknowledged his next instruction yet and follows your gaze with a swivel of his head. Upon sight of the children, nothing in his faceplate physically changes, but when you look hard enough you can see the slight disappointment he holds for their unrighteous actions, “Perhaps we should address those poor little lost lambs.” Sun says, tone a bit flatter than the usual boisterousness you’re used to. You nod, worry still lingering lightly on the edge of your mind as Sun starts towards the gaggle of giggling youths. Being close behind, the first thing you notice is how they instantly stop with rude comments and unholy actions upon the thought of confrontation. One of them, likely the eldest, whispers something to the smallest one, shocking her. You don’t really do much of the ridiculing. Sun marches up with a few kind words and questions before exploiting the lies he was given with a solid reprimand. You think it’s rather amazing how he does it all so tenderly, as not to scare or even belittle the children, who are probably just bored of being cooped up inside with no excuse to leave excluding educational reason. Nonetheless, some of the kids still do run off without as little as a faked apology, staying far away from you and your animatronic buddy. However, the humbler of them do stand to give a small ‘sorry’ and an innocent duck of the head, and one of them even asks to partake in the igloo building. “Well of course!” Sun chirped, arms opening wide for a hug as you recognize the one who offered to help with the building as the smallest child.

Names are exchanged along with various gestures and a snippet of background info. You find that the little girl’s name is Ruby, and she was simply running around in her yard before coming to the park in search of her friends. Then she explained further that she was unfortunately dragged into the wrong crowd by the notorious peer pressure. It’s a sad story you guess, but Sun emphasizes the fact that anyone steered wrong has a chance to get back on the right path, so Ruby shouldn’t waste hers. After that, you go back over the first couple steps of igloo building so that Ruby is caught up. You do feel a tad shamed that a whole tangent happened because you got distracted looking at a group of kids rather than paying attention to Sun, but you brush it off, nothing bad happened so it’s ok. “Next, we could make bricks of snow to build our igloos with, but we believe it may be easier to pack the snow onto itself in layers for our situation.” Sun states, but it’s quieter, as though he’s speaking to himself rather than you and Ruby. There’s a small second in which all you hear is the wind whipping at the trees and swirling briskly around your ears. Sun is completely still while Ruby complains about her circle being lopsided. “New plan!” Sun declares suddenly, jabbing the air intently with a metal digit. “I anticipate there’s not enough firm snow for us to all dedicate to igloo building!” Ruby’s shoulders sag a little as you look at your snow ring. Not too unlikely you suppose, the snow probably experienced some conditions that the other snow didn’t, or maybe it’s literally just softer…? “Oh well, togetherness effort! Everyone over here!” Sun commands, spreading his arms theatrically as you make your way over. When you arrive, a new face has caught Sun’s attention, smiling and giggling as well. You notice it’s the child of the now flustered mother who was previously only watching you and Sun frolic about in the snow. “So sorry about this!” The mother chatters, carefully scooping up her child and moving a fair distance away from you and your metal friend before continuing.

“My son just adores robots, guess your umm… friend here caught his eye.” She directs her speech to you, audibly mincing her words so as not to offend anyone. “You’re fine ma’am,” You assure her, offering an easy smile to help calm her nerves. “In fact, the more the merrier! I’m sure my friend might like your son too.” There’s another moment or so of hesitance while the son whines defiantly in his guardian’s arms. She simply sighs, whispering something motherly before giving her child a kiss on the cheek and setting him down. Afterwards, you exchange basic formalities and greetings and learn the child’s name is Georgie. A young six- year-old boy with an interest in robots, cool. “Now we’re learning to pack the snow, see?” Sun is back to the teaching, layering the snow onto itself to make basic little layers. It’s easy to do for the most part, and you’re sure to assist the kids if necessary. The process goes by rather smoothly. It’s a team effort of taking up the surrounding snow and packing it into a rounded shape that is the igloo’s base and walls. “You’re all doing a faz—pardon me, fantastic job!” Sun encourages, circling the half-built structure with thoughtful eyes. He does come and tinker with the shape of it a little, but you guess igloos are supposed to be round and not blocky. “I think it’s time for a break.” Ruby huffs, taking a few steps away from your snowy build and blowing hot air into her palms. Georgie seems to agree with the thought, giving a vigorous nod as he wipes a trail of snot from his reddened face. Well, your hands are a bit chilly from all the snow shoveling, and your wrists are kind of sore from the repetition of the energy demanding motions. Maybe a break is necessary, there are tons of benches to choose from if you want to take a seat. “Alright, let’s all take a break.” You announce, shooting Sun an apologetic smile. You’re very sure that somewhere behind the silicone smile of his, permanently forced to remain in hiding, is the thought that human needs were even a smidge inconvenient. Not like you’d blame him thought, sometimes running out of energy or the need to digest nutrients over long periods of time can be extremely tedious, even for those who go through it every day.

Sooner or later, you’re on a bench. Sun is to your left, with the children to your right. You take out your phone and check the time. It’s around half past two, so you sure have been here a while… But then again, you can’t recall when you woke up, so it could’ve only been an hour or so. “I’m hungry.” Ruby mutters, shoving her hands into her pockets in search of what you’re assuming is food. “Hungry.” Georgie repeats, and then hops off the bench, running in the direction of his mother. You don’t bother going after him, you just put away your phone and watch. Predictably, he’s over by his mom, telling her something you think. You don’t want to eavesdrop or anything, so you look to Sun, who’s contently watching cars pass. “Hey Sunny, what else are we going to have to do to make our igloo?” You ask, just to maybe give him a means of entertainment. “Well, we’re going to have to focus on a more dome-like shape for it. Unless of course you prefer a square.” Sun answers, though his voice is a little softer in the bustling winds, which you realize are only getting stronger. You went to say something else, but then Georgie comes tumbling back with handfuls of snacks. Some of them look crushed and some don’t, but you guess they’re not really for you judging off how Georgie immediately drops them into Ruby’s lap and retakes his spot next to her. “Oh thanks! But you can have some back, I’m not that hungry.” Ruby coos, taking on some kind of maturity into her voice as if the wrong tone could literally break the little boy on the bench next to her. It’s maybe another two or three minutes that Sun is humming, and Ruby is eating, because then you’re sure that this break is over. “Ok guys, let’s get back to it.” You say with a small yawn, pushing up off the bench and trudging over to the still unfinished igloo. It’ll be finished soon enough though, you just have to round it out, and add a roof. That should be easy, you’re all just going to have to make a team effort not to mess things up or ruin the snow. All is going well; you and the kids are working with Sun in hopes of a major revamp of the structure’s shape. The tiny tinker he tried earlier didn’t really do much, so here you all are correcting it.

It takes maybe twenty minutes. Running your chilled hands along a wall trying to make it circular is easy when you first start off. But the latter half of it, doing the same thing for an extended period of time, you’re sure it gets to Ruby and Georgie before it does you. In the end, regardless of the time it took, you’re proud of the results. A wide, round, snow-built structure that you took part in making is now before you, and it didn’t even require an excess amount of time or energy. It doesn’t yet have a roof, but you think that it’s good enough without. Besides, it’ll let some sunlight into the thing, so that it’s not all dark inside. “A job well done.” You declare, splitting the awkward silence that followed the making of your creation. You guess everyone’s just ogling at it instead of talking though, so perhaps it would’ve been better not to speak. “Exactly! A spectacular spectacle indeed!” Sun adds, his faceplate brightening up as the kids become animated by the supportive speeches given. “Thanks Sunny!” Ruby chirps, offering thanks to you and Georgie as well. She looks rather pleased with the efforts, Georgie too. “We’ve time for one more activity!” Sun informs the three of you. It’s getting a little colder this time of day, and the actual Sun will be setting in a few hours. “How about a snowball fight!” Ruby suggests, bouncing intently from foot to foot. “Snowballs.” Georgie agrees, inching over to Sun in a manner that you’ve seen kids in the Daycare practice as well. “Sure, let’s have a snowball fight!” You agree, looking to Sun with an affirmative nod. “But first let’s split into teams and gather some ammo.” “Sunny.” Georgie says immediately, as if waiting for the opportunity to arise. He takes the animatronic by the hand, and Sun bursts with theatrical joy at being chosen. “I guess I’m with you.” Ruby hums, sliding over and slipping her gloved hand into yours. You give her a reassuring squeeze, no way you’re losing this fight. “Ok! With that sorted, let's get our snow!” Sun shouts, sun rays spinning ecstatically as he visibly becomes a smidge more competitive. “Remember, the best way to make snowballs is to use firm snow!”

With that, Sun bounds away to another part of the park, Georgie close in tow. “How do we find ours?” Ruby asks innocently, glancing from left to right in confusion. “Simple,” You reply, feeling a tad cheeky as you recall some old tricks you picked up while working at the Pizzaplex. “You just follow in step with the genius.” Without warning, you make a start after Sun and Georgie, easily following the obvious footprints left behind in the crunchy snow. It really is a clever tactic to use, especially around Sun. You’ve noticed that he’s often likely to go to the best source of something for himself, and it only amplifies when around others. On the flip side, it’s not a card you try and play too much. You fear he might catch on sooner or later, he’s a hyperaware, ever attention paying robot after all, so you must be subtle when you use it to your advantage. “Wowie! That’s actually kinda neat! ….like cheating off the smart kid in class…” Ruby adds the last part in a small mutter, making you snort. “I’m sure you don’t cheat off the smart kid, otherwise you’d have thought of this already.” You jest, watching Ruby’s face turn the color of the gem her name implies. You catch up to Sun, who’s crouched low, teaching Georgie how to make snowballs and clearly not expecting followers. “Hi, Sun!” You chirp, tone full of teases as you tap a few sun rays on your way by. Sun instantly turns his attention to you, his sun rays giving a breezy little spin before stopping, retracting sourly as white optics narrow at you. “Cheater.” He huffs, voice low and accusatory, but you can tell that it’s obviously playful. “You never said one team couldn’t follow the other.” You shrug harmlessly, then drop to your knees in front of him, but you’re careful to stay out of his reach. “That’s because we expected a basic display of self-respect… but clearly, we overestimated you.” Sun says, glaring at you in a way that isn’t really a glare. He’s good at raising tension like this, and you suppose that’s his theatre and child entertainment features coming into play. But it’s exciting in your opinion, so why not play along?

“Oh well, your loss. Self-respecting or not I’m still going to win this snowball fight.” You boast, scooping up some snow and forming it into a small ball. “Right Ruby?” Though missing a beat, the little girl still nods, and you smirk knowing you’ve just poked the bear that is his theatrical ego. “Preposterous!” Sun exclaims, leaning away from you in a comical expression of surprise. “You’re telling fibs! No way you’ll beat me and the amazing Georgie!” “Challenge accepted!” You announce, quickly getting to work making decently sized snowballs to later chuck at your opposition. This was going to be very competitive, and you knew it. However, it wouldn’t be any fun if none of the snowballs hurled were hurled with no real purpose. “A challenge you will not succeed!” Sun counters dramatically, whispering something encouraging to his comrade after the fact. The four of you then collectively gather your ammunition, before a decision is made and you decide there should be some ground rules set down to ensure the overall fairness of the competition. You sincerely don’t want to fall victim to any tricks or loopholes pulled on you, so rules are the way to go. “First off, each team has a designated space they can throw from.” You start, looking out across the open field that is now your court. “We’ll be separated by these lines marking said space, and anyone who crosses the lines without permission is out.” Deftly, you set aside your gathered snowballs and lean over to drag your hand through the snow, creating a border between the two sides. You’re sure to make it around six feet long and a few inches deep, just so that it’s visible to anyone coming too close. “Secondly, if you’re hit with a snowball three times, you’re out.” You instruct, taking a stance beside Ruby on your respective side of the border, standing in front of Sun. “And lastly, remember, it’s not about who wins or loses, it’s about the experience you were able to have.” You finish, smiling warmly knowing everything you just said would likely be thrown out the window if you somehow lost to Sun.

“Don’t we get like, those barrier things that they use in movies during the gun scenes?” Ruby asks, tossing a snowball up and down in her hand rather threateningly. “If you mean cars, probably not. Besides, it’d be no fun just hiding behind anything, so let’s just do our best to dodge instead.” You reply, offering a reassuring wink as you take your collected ammo and pile it up away from the line separating you from your temporary enemies. “Oh, and I almost forgot. If you run out of snowballs, that’s on you, so try not to waste all your weaponry.” You say, just as a reminder to clear any confusion. “Without further ado, everybody to their positions! The match starts in three!” You declare, standing defensively near your lump of snowballs. Ruby stands to your left, already armed and ready by the time you announce the timer dropping to two. Sun and Georgie look rather prepared as well, with the latter situated safely behind the former. “One!” You shout, snatching up a fistful of snow yourself, tension thick in the air as your narrowly spot Georgie’s mom clasping her hands in anticipation. “GO!” In that moment, everything happens opposite to how you thought it would’ve been. No snow whizzes past your face or barely misses any part of your body, and in fact no one dares to move. Oh, waiting for the other to make a move, you suppose. Well, standing here won’t really get anyone anywhere, so you decide you’ll be the first to kick off the flurry of snow being hurled across a field. You reel back quickly, take a mostly unplanned aim for the bright yellow animatronic that’s currently guarding a small child, and throw with a might that’s supposed to encourage that of an actual snowball fight. Surprisingly enough, you don’t miss. In fact, you hit Sun right in the chassis, snow splattering across his hoodie as he takes a step back, making an offended grunting noise. However, your triumph is short-lived as you fail to avoid a snowball flying at you from the tiny form behind Sun that spots your stomach with snow. Oh wow, Georgie is notably accurate with his throws, a little sharpshooter that you’re sure his mother is proud of.

“Let’s try to out Georgie first!” Ruby whisper-shouts to you, making a throw for the little guy, only for him to outmaneuver her attempt, ducking back behind Sun. You dodge a well-aimed assault from Georgie and deliver your own sharpshot at Sun, who legitimately twirls out of the way, yet his partner is too slow to follow and unfortunately takes the hit. Georgie makes a dissatisfied whiny noise, taking a snowball from Sun and throwing it at Ruby, who must’ve not expected the ball of snow that crashes against her side, an audible growl coming from her. “You’ll regret that!” Ruby exclaims, spite evident in her intentions as she swiftly runs to the border, snowball in hand, and lobs it full force at Sun, who has the snow shatter against his long, spindly metallic legs. “Atrocious!” Sun yelps, sun rays shrinking as he grabs his faceplate in astonishment. “I’ve only one hitpoint remaining!” The same atrocity is immediately done unto Ruby, as Sun spins in a circle, a snowball encountering the tough spot that is Ruby’s shoulder, and bursting into a thousand little snowflakes. “Oh… oh no.” Ruby mutters, backing away from the border and coming back beside you, just as another snowball is flung fiercely at her. It’s briefly that you decide you have two choices. You could either pull the ultimate cliché and take the shot for your single hitpointed partner, or let Ruby be outed here and now. Of course, being the kind and tender-hearted person you are, you heroically dive in the way of the projectile, letting it splinter out and penetrate the microscopic holes in your snow coat. Rather quickly, you become a part of those who have been afflicted by the atrocious reality of being at one hitpoint, but that doesn’t make you falter. Once you’re able, you hop back up to your feet, flashing Ruby a smile that is returned, though the snowballs don’t stop flying at you just because you’re sharing a somewhat sentimental moment with a possible new buddy. Your heart skips a beat when one of the devious little things nearly meets your trunk, but a quick sidestep is enough to evade it. Ruby almost gets hit as well, but she dodges and retaliates with a counterattack that puts Georgie in the stage of atrocity as well.

A glance towards your ammunition pile alerts you to the fact that you only have three snowballs left, but when you turn back to Ruby to inform her too, she’s experiencing a snowball exploding just below the neck of her snow coat. Oops, you guess that’s one shot you couldn’t save her from. “Crap!! I guess I’m out now.” Ruby sighs, a miserable noise coming from her as she sits on a nearby bench, watching from about ten feet away. Immediately, the playing field feels a lot bigger, and the air thins just a little. Suddenly, the weight of having a teammate to worry about is lifted from you, but the burden of having to dodge all the threats flying across the field is still fresh in your mind. So, you decide to take things into your own hands, quite literally. For a better aim, you march up closer to the separating line between the teams, standing maybe a yard away. You’ll have to dodge quicker while up front, but you benefit from having your targets within close range. You throw a snowball at Sun, but he swiftly ducks and sends you a counter that misses by a half inch. You’re really in the hotseat now, two opponents, two snowballs. You legitimately can’t afford to lose. It’s a calculated throw at Sun when you consider it could be the one that ensures your win-- so your heart sinks when he briskly cartwheels from the spot. But, luck smiles smugly in your favor when the snowball nails Georgie right in the chest, and he stumbles backwards in disbelief. “Out.” He utters humorlessly, sauntering over to the bench Ruby has taken refuge on and simply staring at the match that is to unfold. You guess your luck is running thin around now, because Sun too holds a snowball with intent. His gaze is fixated on you, the permanent grin on his face competitive and self-assured— like you’d let him win. “You may as well surrender while you still can, or otherwise face a humiliating defeat!” Sun bellows near condescendingly, striding up to the line which separates your two teams, and reeling back in a menacing fashion. “Never!”

In that moment you lean back and gather your momentum in order to chuck the ball full force at the animatronic practically dancing in front of you. Sun does the same, and it’s when he plants his foot that you notice he’s overstepped the line. You’re in the process of bringing your arm forward when you see the detail, and you’re on the brink of pointing it out when-- Plap. It’s not even a throw, just a simple drop of snow, onto your face. You don’t even realize it at first, but it stops you. You drop your snowball, a low growl rising in you as you furiously wipe the snow from your face, glaring heatedly at the robot in front of you, that can barely contain his giggles. “Snow-Face, you’re out.” Sun chuckles, covering his grin in a half-hearted attempt to silence his own snickering. “You are too, cheater.” You grumble, blowing snow from your nose and shaking it from your hairline. “This is truly atrocious.” Sun gives you a pat on the back, fully crossing the boundary and coming over to your side of the makeshift court, before leading you back to the bench, taking you along by the hand. “Who won?!” Ruby asks, piping up with interest. “It’s like I was paying attention, and then I got distracted by some squirrels because I thought they hibernated this time of year, and then I look back and you guys are skipping over!” “Well technically we did, Sun cheated before any snow hit me, so he was already out before I was hit.” You explain, shooting a playful glower at Sun, who smiles easily. “If you want to get technical, then none of us are winners or losers! The important part is that we all had fun!” Sun says, contradicting your point while his sun rays spin innocently. Code for: I lost so everyone is equal.

You roll your eyes and wink at Ruby, who returns the gesture with childish mirth. You guess Sun could’ve easily won though, he is a robot after all, and using that to his advantage would’ve been quite unfair, so you decide against making any more snarky comments. “Tie.” Georgie says, a smile spreading across his face as he hops off the bench and gives Sun a quick hug before running off, presumably to his mother. “Georgie’s right, a tie.” Ruby concludes, bidding you and Sun goodbye as she starts back home, seeing as how the Sun is setting and the streetlights will soon come on. “That was quick.” You note, getting a nod from Sun while you rub your eyes. “Guess we should get home too, I’m due for some relaxation.” “Us too, we’re done sharing our human for the day.” Sun sighs, stretching out and giving a coquettish little spin of his faceplate. “Oh please, I don’t belong to anyone.” With that you begin your trip back to your small house, holding hands with your animatronic buddy until you reach the porch, only letting go to fish your keys from your pockets. “I brought my keys along before we left, right?” You query, worry welling up in your gut as you search more frantically. “I didn’t lose them in the snowball fight, right? Maybe when I dove in to save Ruby--” “We have a solution!” Sun claims, leaning down and undoing the lock on your door—with your keys. “Hey how did you—oh.” It takes you a moment or two, but you vaguely recall Sun unlocking the door this morning… and well he didn’t really give you back your keys after that. “In you go!” Sun escorts you into the house, keeping you at least five feet away from the couch to avoid any unplanned naps, which would ruin the messy sleep schedule he’s trying to implement. Instead, you’re guided to your room. “Do you require assistance with removing your winter attire?” Sun offers, hands clasped respectfully as he stands near the door.

“Nope, I think I’m good. Probably just take a bath and then chill for the rest of the night.” You reply, holding back a yawn as your eyes drift to the window, where the skies are slipping into their darker shades. “I’ll go ready your water!” Sun chirps, bounding away to do just that, and closing the door behind him. Without wasting any time, you strip off the heavy clothing, a sigh of relief escaping you from the release of pressure on your body. You then fold the snow-coat and snowpants, setting them neatly on your bed as you stretch, rubbing your eyes and running a hand through your hair. You’re happy with how much you did today, got outside, played with kids, really did something that wasn’t lazing about or complaining about college or otherwise. Now it’s time to unwind, relax, take a bath, sit on the couch, sleep. The last thought is rather enticing, but even if you tried you doubt you’d be able to peacefully doze off like you’d like to. You’re still too full of remnants from your fierce snowball match, and plus the cold winter air has your poor bones all chilled. Besides, you’re hungry. Probably shouldn’t have spent all those hours goofing around in the snow and starting mock conflict… or at least not without a snack. Suddenly, a knock sounds on your door and you’re torn from your headspace. It’s probably just Sun, here to inform you of something that would be useful to know, or just some random little tidbit of his knowledge. “SunBun, your bath is prepared!” Sun bellows from the other side of the door, though it comes out a little muffled on your end. “Thanks Buddy!” “No problem!” With that you take a change of clothes from your dresser, choosing the necessary garments before heading to the bathroom, where your bath awaits. It smells nice, the steam rising from it is enough to let you know that it’s fresh and warm, perfect after a long day of harsh weather outside.

Gingerly, you slip out of your clothes, and hop into the tub. You’ll probably be ten to twenty minutes, not too long, just enough to satisfy yourself and your needs. So, a quick washdown and some warmth to relax, and then you’ll head out. The temperate water envelopes you smoothly, seeping into your skin and replacing the heat you’d lost to the unforgiving winter. It’s particularly enjoyable, probably because you deserve it, if only for today. The soapy water softens your muscles and works its way through your body, removing any remaining tension and extra edge to the afternoon you spent outside. After that, bath time is over, you take your washcloth and do a quick washdown of your body, and then drain the water. You then hop out of the tub, dry off, and apply some optional lotions before slipping into your evening gear. Lastly, you take your other pair of clothes and put them in the laundry room… and fetch your snow clothes as well. You decide to go ahead and put them in the washing machine immediately. Sun already took care of the other loads, and no doubt Moon will put them in the dryer later, so it’s a safe move you guess. Now that you’re done, you head up front and see that the Sun has set, and the Moon has awoken from his day-long slumber. It’s not too surprising, you guess you kind of expected this to happen, especially after the long bath. Also, the Sun sets earlier this time of year, so Moon gets to show up a few hours earlier. “Hi, Moon. Fancy seeing you here.” You hum, eyeing the nightly animatronic sat in a loose crisscross on the couch. He spares you a silent wave, eyes soft, white on red, his smile calm and careless. “Dinner, on the stove.” Moon says, and you make a short detour into the kitchen to retrieve said dinner. It’s a simple dish, fit to serve one person. A medium-sized bowl filled with beans, rice, peppers, and other veggies, likely something Sun whipped up on a whim, due to how sudden and absolute their transition is. You grab the food, along with a spoon, and then head back up front to the couch. Moon is casually flicking through channels, until he stops to acknowledge your presence. “Had fun today, Snowface?” Moon asks, his tone teasing as you instinctively deadpan at him. “Based on that question I’m assuming you already know the answer.” You reply, inviting yourself to plop down right into his lap. “I still won anyways.”

Moon snorts, wrapping a gentle arm around your midsection as he turns down the television volume. “Because we let you win.” He retorts, plain and simple. “Well, I don’t think I was supposed to know all that.” You mutter, putting on a mock sense of betrayal. “I thought I deserved better.” “Sun did it.” Moon replies, nonchalantly leaning back into the couch as you fight back a snicker and fail. Blaming the one you coexist in a vessel with, a bold move, but at least he’s not lying. “Did he now? I wouldn’t have guessed.” You continue with the casual shenanigans, eating a spoonful of your dinner to maybe satisfy your hunger a bit. “That doesn’t sound like something Sun would do.” Moon hums, giving a small nod and causing the little bell on the end of his nightcap to fall over his shoulder. “You’ve misjudged him.” Moon admits, shifting a little on the couch. “He’s dastardly.” “Oh my, perhaps I should be more careful.” You muse, shoveling more food into your mouth. It’s not half bad, seasoned well with a good balance of texture and flavor. “You should.” Moon whispers, leaning down to your ear. “Otherwise, you could get hurt.” He finishes, pulling away and pressing his teeth to the top of your head in an endearing manner. You chuckle at the warning, making a note to ‘be more careful’ around Sun. It’s ironic, working at the Pizzaplex, Moon was the one you never thought you’d be able to be this close to. Not like you were all too convinced by animatronic sentience back then anyways. But that’s the past you suppose, taking another bite of your dinner. Some miracle happened and now it’s the present, and here you are, being close to the once homicidal robot who has turned the tables on your relationship. Before you know it, you’re done with your food. You just kind of set the bowl aside on a nearby table within arm’s reach, and then relax into Moon’s lap. He turned on a channel you don’t care to recognize. All you know is that there’s something suspicious going on and there’s a lady who went missing a week or two ago. Odd. “Moon what even is this?” You ask, eyes narrowing at the questionable morale of a teenager caught setting off fireworks indoors.

Moon shrugs and changes the channel. You guess you weren’t all too attached to that weird show anyways, but watching the nature channel at 10:00 PM is kind of off putting. “Why don’t we stream a movie or something?” You suggest, perking up at the thoughts that fill your mind involving movies. “You could sleep.” Moon refutes, pulling you in a smidge closer. “I can help.” Oh…. right, you forgot about the whole curfew thing. You reach into your pocket for your phone, but it appears to have been swiped already. Curses be upon the slick hands belonging to your jester themed animatronic friend. Pure curses. “Moon, give me back my phone.” You breath, voice level and the animatronic behind you snickers. “Nope.” Moon retorts, barely able to contain his maniacal chuckles. “Give it back!” You demand, spinning around on the couch and grabbing Moon by his silicone shoulders. Oh, how far they go with the thievery! You really need to get them back for that someday. “Catch me.” Moon replies, and then smoothly slips from your hold, flashing you a glimpse of your phone before bounding off into the hallway. A sort of half-growl half-roar escapes you as you run after him, along with strings of threats and curses galore. The chase doesn’t last long. This is your house after all, so it’s not like there’s many rooms to hide in or spaces to go to. Moon ends up locking himself in your room, for what reason you’re unsure. The one thing you’re sure of is that you want your phone back, and you will get your phone back. “Moon! Open the door!” You whine, knocking harshly as your rage slowly simmers down to a manageable level. “No.” Moon says, definitive, final, leaving no room for argument. Earning your response as an aggravated groan, before you give up and head back up front. Upon your entry, you spot the empty bowl sitting on the table, forgotten. You do yourself a kindness and just put the thing away. No point in leaving chores unfinished, right? After that you decide to turn off the television, it’s not like you’ll be watching it.

You then go ahead and faceplant onto the couch. You lost the battle, not the war, but sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference. Besides, you’ll launch a counterattack sooner or later, and Moon nor Sun will see it coming. The thought seems quite evident in your mind until of course, a blanket is draped over you. You barely have time to react to it before Moon scoops you up into his arms, and personally carries you to your bedroom. “Sleep. It’s good for you.” Moon hums, voice low in the entrancing way you’ve become accustomed to before bed. “I can help.” With that you’re slid gently onto your bed, and Moon slides in as well. You don’t bother acting angry anymore. Moon had this planned since before you woke up this morning, and there’s legitimately no point trying to fight it. “If you think this will make me forget about my phone, you’re wrong.” You grumble, just for clarity as Moon wraps himself around you in a soft cuddle. “I love you too.” He says, unamused. “Yeah sure, I love you… and goodnight.” You mumble, letting yourself relax into his grip. Tonight, you were going to sleep well. It takes a few minutes for the effect to fully settle in, but the calming hum of Moon’s interworking mechanisms combined with the tiredness that has already swamped your system, you’re out considerably quickly. You had a good day today, and Christmas is just around the corner. Perhaps you can play again in the snow tomorrow. --The End-- Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

De Moogus (Oi but I did good right? Again, I’m particularly regretful about the lateness… but everything kind of went out of whack like two days before gifts were supposed to be being sent. I umm really wanted to wish you the happiest of holidays and may smiles of good fortune accompany your decisions in the future. Never really have done a writing to a person specifically, so I hope what little personalization I did was appreciated. But just a big thanks for making it this far, I got really anxious around the fight and the ending, so I really hope nothing got butchered and it came out smoothly.)

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