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sootybunny · 1 year

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FIC TIME FIC TIME!

I disappear for months bc of artblock and come back with a (pretty much) fully developed AU and fic. Anyways, expect art of this AU when I feel up to it! I got a drawing tablet again yippee!

I present to you the first thousand-odd words from my DCA-centric fic: Heart, Mind, Soul! I am E A T I N G up the amount of angst and plot twists planned for this. Buckle up bc this fic will be a loooong ride >:) this snippet is kinda fast paced though, since it's just reflection. I'll explain the AU itself more in another post later on, but for now I was vibrating with excitement over sharing this lil snippet (even though it doesn't really show why it's an AU yet... hee hee the element of surprise).

CW: Brief mention of gore, fnaf-typical themes

Without further ado!

One thing that could always be guaranteed about the charismatic Sun, is that he loved cleaning. Adored it, even. He could always rely on the repetitive motions to calm his frequently chaotic headspace. It gave him the rare, fleeting sense of clarity in his mind to think. He was a busy bee, after all! But, as selfish as he may admit, possibly the most enjoyable part of cleaning was that it wasn't something intrinsically coded into his system. It was something he adopted on his own, rather than something grand and imposing on his mind that constantly bit at his wires until completed. It was a choice that he could actively make instead of something akin to a human impulse. Something to learn.

And learning, he very much did. Yes, he observed the staff bots every day as they went about their monotonous routine. He memorised where each and every cleaning product was kept amongst the cluttered daycare cupboards, even calculating the amount of product used per square metre of floorspace. The cycle repeated until he felt confident enough in his abilities to take over the task, something the staff bots didn't seem to object to, moving onwards to prioritise something else in a matter of moments. They came back for the first few days, but eventually stopped their scheduled visits upon realising that Sun was not giving up his newfound role of Daycare Sweeper-polisher-duster-sanitiser- and, well, the list continues.

If it wasn't obvious, cleaning was almost his favourite thing in the world.

Almost. Looking after his wonderful little stars could never be beaten. As much as he disliked being defined by the traits he was involuntarily given, he could definitely say that his love for children was the only gift the plex had ever given him. He knew for a fact that even if the strings of code weren't burnt into every atom of his metal frame, he'd still love his little stars. That would never change.

Cleaning also most definitely didn't come above his best friend! His Moon, oh how dear he was to Sunny. As if it couldn't get any better (spoiler alert: it did!), it wasn't long before Moon adopted the habit of cleaning too. Luckily, sharing a frame meant he didn't need to go through the trouble of learning the skill himself. Moon felt the distant muscle memory, for lack of a better term, of Sun's experience when he decided to take up the challenge upon a dark night at the Plex. Not that Sun would have minded teaching him either way.

Despite the contrary belief of many of the human staff members, they were two separate entities. They didn't have to share memories; they didn't have to share anything. But they did because they wanted to, and because they were close. Thoughts and feelings were always uniquely their own, but often they'd choose to share them with each other for the sense of comfort they so rarely received from anyone else.

Oh, his Moony was often so helpful, so wonderful, completing anything and everything he could while the daycare was bathed in darkness. It was always a wonderful surprise to take to the front of their headspace once the lights lit up their keep, and find their daycare practically spotless.

Those were the only times Sun would ever be shut out from Moon's vision. It was a surprise, after all! It was the only gift they could really give to one another. Despite this, Sun would always insist how Moon didn't need to do so. He would always love cleaning! He would always love cleaning up the little stars' mess, and loved cleaning up their messes too. He loved looking after his counterpart, and if cleaning was the only way he could get that across, then it was all the more reason to love doing so!

Until it wasn't.

Until he had to convince himself, through an onslaught of static and error codes, that the red on the walls, the floor, the play mats, and himself, was just paint. Just paint. That's what he'd tell himself. And if he happened to spot the sinewy ribbons of something that's supposed to stay inside the body, not out, then he seemed none the wiser.

So he cleaned, and he cleaned. It gave him time to think. It gave him clarity. It was something he could do; something he would. It was the only way he could show that he cared.

White optics held a thousand-yard stare as he scrubbed, recalling a time he used to look so fondly upon. Sun had always called himself an optimist, Moon used to tease that the correct word was avoidant. It was all in good fun, their teasing. It was a dynamic between them that they both held fondly. They were both smart and quick-witted in their own ways, so it was great fun to have someone who could keep up. There was never a time that they didn't take pride in living up to their jester-like designs. Now the former tease just seemed dead and cold as he turned it over and over in his headspace.

Then again, it was true, wasn't it? Moon was always a realist. The perfect counterpart, after all. Day and night. That was where their similarities ended, and their ever-growing differences began.

To this day, Sun can't recall when the change started, when the wedge between them grew and grew until it cracked them in half. They used to be so frustrated when people considered them the same being. Now, however, Sun can see why they did. They were so intrinsically one, so close and so whole when together that they practically were, despite being entirely separate consciousnesses. One plus one equals one when they get along. It makes so much sense to him, despite it going against everything his computer-coded mind knows is fact.

Everyone knows now, though, that they couldn't be more different from one another; Sun's once-radiant self now just half of a grim story suitable for a theatre. Day and night. Love and hate. Comedy and tragedy. Fear and fury. How fitting.

Yet, Sun can't find it in himself to say he's a victim. If anything, he's just as bad as his counterpart. How many lies will he continue to cover up, how many more stories will he have to fabricate, or faces will he have to act clueless to? At least he doesn't need to fake the distress, it feels like the only authentic part of himself left. He used to take pride in being the face of Fazbear's theatre. Now the former title taunts him as he relays the news of the temporary daycare closure to his silent headspace. Another day, another act.

Sun allows these thoughts to settle in the pit of his wires as he cleans. It gives him clarity. It gives him peace. It gives him time to think.

And he's always said he loves clearing up Moon's messes, afterall.

Aaaand fin! Idk if ppl will read this since I'm a pretty small account, but if you do then thank you so much and feel free to ask questions about the AU if you have any :)

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