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literallydontknowdontcare · 5 months

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I’m literally BEGGING a Vanessa x fem!reader where Vanessa gets jelly and it ends up in rough/angry sex

You DO Own Me

Vanessa Shelly/Afton x Fem Reader

PLUS this request: “Can we get Vanessa fucking y/n roughly? Like pulling hair, biting neck and scratching back type of rough?”

a/n: yessir 😜 merged this request with another anon as they coincide… sorry for the delay in fics. I am still sick but that not my excuse: my excuse is I'm lazy lol. This may be shit, sorry ;')

Content/Warnings: Top/Rough Vanessa, Bottom sub reader, smut, choking, strap use [r receiving], rough sex, not proofread/edited, Vanessas kind of an asshole but that's hot

w/c: 2024

The ride home was silent. Well, not completely. Though Vanessa was extremely unimpressed, her lips pressed together and her hands gripping the steering wheel so tight her knuckles turned white, you were having the time of your life. Under the influence of alcohol, you were giddy and chatty, oblivious to your girlfriend's simmering anger beside you.

“And I literally told Mike that he was insane for thinking those robots cut him in his sleep, but of COURSE he decided to ignore me and continued to take those pills. I mean, really? The poor man is half asleep most of the time!”, you huff, recalling your last shift. “What do you think?”, you turn to Vanessa, your half dazed, half-blushed face informing her that you really did have no idea that she was mad.

“Mm”, she replied, uninterested. You, again, didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. “I know! Maybe I should replace them with some melatonin gummies.. He probably wouldn’t notice”, you giggle, rolling down the front window to breathe. Fanning yourself, the alcohol making you overheated, you gaze at the stars outside in awe. The outdoors really does hit differently when you’re drunk. Unbeknownst to you, Vanessa was seconds from snapping. Pulling into the driveway of your shared home and parking her personal vehicle beside her cop car, she immediately stepped outside as soon as the gas turned off and slammed the door shut, ignoring your own door and walking to the front of the house. You frown, beginning to zone back in.

“Maybe she just forgot”, you think, in reference to her not racing to open your door or offering to carry you inside as she usually would. Stumbling out of the car, you follow behind her into the house. “Vanessa?”, you ask aloud, wondering where she disappeared to in the span of two seconds. Pausing, you try to listen for any footsteps around the house for any indication of her location. Nothing. “Vanessa? Baby?”, you repeat, concerned now. Half limping, you shrug off your jacket and kick off your heels, wandering around the house. Finally, in the corner of your eye, you see the upstairs office light getting turned on.

Sprinting up the stairs, going as fast as your tipsy body would allow you to, you head for the office. Before you could open the door you heard a mumbling sound. Cracking the door open, you witness your girlfriend pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance, talking to someone on the phone.

“Yes, yes. I understand. I just thought- no thank you. I’ll be alright. Sorry for the misunderstanding”, Vanessa answered someone on the line, grinding her teeth when she saw you enter. “Thank you. Have a good one”, she hung up the phone, turning away from you and leaning against the desk.

“Vanessa? What’s wrong?”, you whisper. She snorted.

“What? Now you notice?”, she spits, still not turning around.

You bit your lip, anxious at her reply. “What was the phone call about?”

“Work. Nothing for you to worry about”, she then laughs. “Not that you were, to begin with”. She leans over the desk, reaching for a pen and paper to jot something down, and you try to not let your mind race with thoughts of her rolling her hips forward as you can tell she needs comfort right now, not a horny girlfriend.

You walk towards her nervously. “Are you okay baby? You were fine in the car-”

She snaps at you. “No. I wasn’t. If you weren’t so lightweight you would know that”. Stillness filled the air, the only noise coming from the scribbles of the pen as Vanessa jotted down the information from the phone call.

Coming up behind her, you gently place your hand on the back of her arm. “Is this- is this about Mike?”, you watch her jaw clench from the side. Blinking in surprise, you reiterate. “It is? Isn’t it?”

“Drop it”, Vanessa scowls, shoving herself off the table. Your foggy brain couldn’t help but think ‘muscle memory’ with the way she practically ground against it in annoyance.

“Are you serious? He’s a respectful guy! His old crush means nothing”, you protest.

“Nothing? You make me sick”

“What do you want from me? For me to spit on him and never talk to him again?”, you snap, frustrated now.

She crosses her arms. “Preferably”, she snickers. She comes closer to you. “Or maybe you like the attention? Hm?”

You pull away, hurt. You’d like to believe she was drunk saying this, but she was completely sober. “Vanessa-”

“Poor you, huh? Do I not give you enough attention? Is my poor baby always so needy”, she mocked, snarling.

You blink away tears and begin to walk out of the office when you feel a gust of wind and a sudden thud against your back. Gasping, you slam into the wall, your head narrowly missing the collision. Before you could turn around, you felt Vanessa pin your hands behind your back, her cuffs clenching around your wrists and shutting with a loud ‘click’.

“What the fuck Van-FUCK”, your sentence gets cut off as you hear a loud smack; Vanessa had just hit your ass. You feel numb for a few seconds, and then everything after that. You whine out, trying to cover yourself as she grabs your cuffed wrists and pins them above your head, her other hand coming around your waist to arch your back towards her. “Always whining. Never taking what I give you”. She slaps you again, the force of her hand biting your skin, surely leaving red marks that would turn purple tomorrow. You bite your lip, pain, and pleasure fighting to take over your emotions. You settle on both and she digs into your scalp, raising you up to her. You whimper out as she turns your head to the side and begins to suck at the front of your neck. Your life flashes before your eyes; having to walk in tomorrow at Freddy’s, a hickey so prominent that any efforts to hide it with makeup make it look evening trashier, and Mike seeing exactly what she did to you. You never understood her anger when it came to Mike; she liked him well enough. You just were never allowed to talk to him, apparently.

“Vanessa, please”, you whisper as she bites the side of your neck, pain seeping in. Squirming, she finally releases you. You flop against the wall, breathing heavily as she stares you down.

“Look at you”, she hisses. Everything about Vanessa commanded respect. Not one part of her demonstrated sex except for her slightly flushed cheeks and large pupils. Her hair was perfectly in place, her shirt was properly ironed. You, on the other hand, were tied up, beaten, and most definitely not commanding respect. It was exactly how Vanessa liked it on days like this.

She leans forward, tangling her hands gently in your hair. She tugs on your strands gently, lulling you into a false sense of security as you close your eyes, content. You should have known it wouldn’t last. “Pathetic, you are”, she says. Suddenly, she drags you to the office desk, making you gasp out in pain, flinging your hands to hers in a poor attempt to release her grip. Shoving you over the desk, she had you right where she wanted you in the first place; bent over and tied. “What, you thought I was going to treat you?”, she laughs. You stutter, words being unable to properly form. “Nothing happened! You were there the whole time! Why am I being punished for your jealousy issues?”, you yell out as she begins to scratch your back deeply. Her nails dig into your skin, fire spreading everywhere you touch. Wailing and twitching in her grasp, you hear her from behind. “Stupid girl. So disappointing when you act out against me”, she taps on the handcuffs. “Are you forgetting who protects you? I can harm you instead if you want baby, just ask”. She pauses, waiting for your reply. Nothing.

She smiles. You can feel the cockiness being emitted without even seeing her. Instead, you intently stare at the table, wishing you were in bed right now instead of feeling the humiliation of your girlfriend lifting up your skirt to check your panties.

The cold table was a harsh polarity to your pussy; you hated how your pussy was throbbing faster than your heart. Vanessa hummed from behind you, clearly amused and proud of you. Leaning over you, the shape of her breasts being felt against your back despite her clothing, she whispers a soft “I love how much of a whore you are”, before standing back up and softly grinding her front against your bare ass. You widen your eyes as you feel something hard press against you. You love how hot and cold Vanessa can be. No matter how rough and angry she can get, she can never resist treating you first.

The sound of her unzipping her pants was as close as you were ever going to get to hearing church bells. Hell, even angels singing couldn’t replicate the sound of her strap slapping your pussy. Shutting your eyes, your brace yourself against the table, moaning as her cock dipped into your soft entrance.

“You think you deserve this?”, she asks, moving your hair back with her hands, a gesture she couldn’t help doing. Not when she knew you did nothing wrong.

You nod desperately, grinding your ass back into her strap, your pussies walls clenching around nothing in a desperate attempt for friction.

Vanessa stayed silent as she plunged her cock into your pussy. You, however, most definitely did not. Your screams filled the quaint neighbourhood as she thrusted into you at a brutal pace that didn’t account for your lack of adjustment. Your hands gripped anything on the table in sight, your body becoming simultaneously needy and overstimulated. “P-please Vanessa slow- oh FUCK yes-”, you cry out, conflicted with the pain.

She rakes her hands over your ass, switching between slapping your reddened cheeks and clawing at your lower back. Hearing her deep, ragged breaths, you knew she was close; the strap hit her clit at every thrust, making her let out lowly strained moans. “Van-”, you roll your eyes back, your vision turning white. She was hitting your gummy walls so right that it felt insane. Your arousal was streaming down the table and her legs, which Vanessa acknowledged by letting out a snort.

“Need to come, baby?”, she hummed. You whine, grinding back. You needed this release so badly; anything Vanessa had told you had already been forgiven.

“V- nessa I need to.. Please”, you bite your lip and squint your eyes, begging yourself to not release before she allowed you to do so. You couldn’t risk more punishment. She sighed as if thinking about it. She sped up the pace, pounding the strap in a way that made it ten times more pleasurable for her as it did for you.

As your fingers grabbed at the table, she let out the smallest whimper that made you go feral. You pleaded, over and over again, to come. You felt extremely betrayed and turned on as Vanessa slumped forward, her chest heaving from cumming quietly. “Oh y/n”, she moaned, “Cum now baby”, she snaked her arm around your waist to bring your ass up even higher as you came with a loud cry.

You let go of the table, your body now going limp. “Vanessa”, you sigh, unable to move. Despite your comfortable position, consisting of you flopping across the table and Vanessa holding you loosely with her strap still half inside of you, she pulls out and forcefully slips you over way too soon for your brain. The pleasure was turning into pain again, and you hiss as your ass makes contact with the table, the marks making it unbearable.

“Don’t think this is over”, she murmurs as you pull her closer.

You look at her, confused.

“It’s only 1 am. If you think I’m done with you, you are sorely mistaken”

#five nights at freddys #fnaf vanessa #fnaf movie #fnaf vanessa x reader #vanessa shelly #vanessa monroe #vanessa shelly x reader #vanny #elizabeth lail #fnaf au #vanessa x reader #vanessa afton #fnaf vanny #fnaf #mike schmidt

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lildrabbles · 8 months

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Chapter 2: The Nightwatcher

2007! Raph x Female Reader

Summary: You couldn't stop thinking about eachother. You just had questions about the mysterious NightWatcher. But why can't the man himself stop thinking of you?

Warnings: Some swearing, and a lil Gore but just barely, that will be worse in the next chapter tho. not really proofread either. Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: this ones a lil long, but not too bad <3

After the incident, you had talked to the police about what had happened and explained what the mysterious man had done for her. After explaining him, the police had confirmed that they were aware of who he was and what he had a tendency to do. They said he went by "The Nightwatcher." Even more reason to call him mysterious.

They said they didn't have much information about him, besides that before the police could ever get to a crime, he had already dealt with it. Well, tying up the criminals for the police to take away, at least.

When you went home that night, you wanted to learn more about him, so you pulled out your computer and did some research. There were a bunch of news reports, and interviews with people who had seen him. Some people thought he was doing better than the police were, and some thought that he should just leave it up to the police to deal with.

You still had unanswered questions though. So many questions. You wondered where he was right now. ------------------------------- Raph quietly entered the lair while taking off his helmet, walking past Mikey who had fell asleep on the couch with a pizza box on his chest. He rolled his eyes before heading towards his room, making sure to be quiet since everyone else was sleeping.

He softly closed his bedroom door behind him, and sighed. He started to take off the suit, placing his helmet on his desk for now.

He flinched from pain, looking down at his arm. He had a decent size cut on his forearm, assuming from the glass from the door he smashed through at the convience store.

He groaned, then kicked the suit under the bed, and walked over to sit at his desk. He pulled out his first aid kit, and started to tend to his arm. He wrapped it up, the blood just barely soaking through. He flexed his arm to check, winching a bit. Probably not a good idea to move it just yet.

He stood up, stretched, and fell onto his bed. He was exhausted. He glanced at the clock hanging on his wall. It was currently 12:35 in the morning. He turned over onto his side, letting his wounded arm hang off the side of the bed.

He always had a hard time falling asleep, and refused to ask Donnie for melatonin. So he just let his thoughts wander, until it wandered to the girl at the convenience store.

She was in shock of course, but he couldn't help but notice that she was gawking at his hands. He looked down at his three fingered hands. No one usually noticed them, maybe she was just more observant. He sighed and put his hand back down. It's not like he would ever see her again, New York was a pretty big city. He closed his eyes and tried to fall back asleep, but his mind kept going back to her. He eventually fell asleep, but not without thinking about her. He felt like a creep, but it's fine, he's just thinking about his day, he would forget about her eventually. -------------------------------- You could barely sleep that night. Mostly you were still shook about the events that had happened, but at some point you couldn't stop thinking about that man. At about 1 in the morning you managed to fall asleep, but not a very good sleep. You had contacted your boss and he let you take the next day off because of the previous situation.

In the morning, you slept until 11 am. But at least you were actually on your bed this time. You sat up, trying to rub away your blurred vision and eye bags. You swung your feet off the side of the bed, and started making your way to the kitchen. You were starving, so you looked through your fridge and decided to make some scrambled eggs and toast.

You were munching on them when you got a text message from your mom. Mom: Honey, are you okay?! I heard about what happened and how you refused to do an interview and I'm just so worried, please get back to me when you can. Love you lots sweetie. ❤ You sighed, before replying, telling her everything was okay and that you were doing just fine. You guys talked for a bit before you said you had to go, so once you said goodbye you went to wash your dishes.

Once you were finished, you went to get ready for the day ahead of you.

After you got ready you headed outside for a quick jog. You didn't know what to do with yourself for the rest of the day.

"I guess I could clean the house a bit..." You thought to yourself as you put in your earbuds to listen to music. After jogging around the block twice, you were tired, so you stopped at a stand for a bottle of water. You sighed as you sat down on a bench, looking up at the tall buildings surrounding you. It was a pretty muggy day, and it was dark and grey.

You wiped away the sweat from your forehead and stood back up, finishing the last of your water and started walking back to your house, throwing the bottle away in a trash can you passed. You just walked back, since you didn't see the need to jog or run back now.

By the time you got back, it was 2:30. You kicked off your shoes, tied your hair back into a messy bun, and started cleaning.It took a few hours to clean the entire house, taking necessary breaks in between, but the end results are always worth it.

You plopped down on the couch to rest your feet for a bit. It was starting to get dark, so you decided to jump in the shower. You stood up and stretched, catching a glimpse out of the window. You saw flashing red and blue lights, and opened your window to take a peak. It was a police chase. Of course it was. Just normal New York at night. You closed your Windows and shut your blinds before going to take a shower. ------------------------------------- Raph had decided to go back out again to do his duty as The Nightwatcher despite the wound in his arm. He barely felt anything anyways, so he's fine.

He sat in an alleyway on his bike, he made sure it was running so he could be quick. Raphael was sitting for what felt like forever before he finally got some static from the police station.

He heard them talking about a police chase with a man who had stolen someone's purse. He revved up the engine, listening for a street name, and started down to that street.

Raph was quick to figure out where they were, hearing the sirens. He took some shortcuts to avoid getting caught by the police. When he heard on the station that they had lost sight of the man, he turned down a street to look for him himself.

When Raphael caught sight of the car, he sped up, driving beside it. He looked in at the guy, waving, before swerving to the side in front of the car, causing him to swerve into an alleyway, smashing into a wall. Raph parked behind him, slowly stepping off the bike while the man stumbled out of the car.

He fell to the ground, having a coughing fit. Raph stepped over him to peek into the car. On the passenger side, there was a fancy cream coloured bag. He leaned in and grabbed it before leaning down and grabbed the man by the scruff of his jacket.

"G-get off me you f*ck!ng weirdo!!" The man yelled, attempting to kick him in the groin.

Raph chuckled, "Well aren't you a feisty lil fella?", before throwing him against the side of the car and pinning him to it. "You look familiar. Haven't I already dealt with you? God this job can be annoying sometimes.." Raph said before kicking him, causing him to yelp in pain.

"No more stealing bags or anything, got it? I'm sick and tired of reporting to stupid and silly jobs like this." He let go of him with one hand still holding him to look for any spare rope, but he obviously wasn't paying enough attention, because the next thing he knew the man had bolted up a fire escape.

"Hey! Get your @$$ back here!!" He yelled, and started chasing him up the building. When he reached the top, he looked around. He couldn't see him anywhere, and he walked out into the middle of the rooftop.

"Hey buddy!" He heard the man's voice, turning around to face him. But to his surprise, he had a gun. Raph rolled his eyes. That thing probably wasn't even loaded, and its not like his aim was that good anyways- BANG! He felt a sudden sharp pain right above his plastron. He stumbled back a couple steps, cursing as he clasped his hand up to the wound. He started to hyperventilate, his vision going blurry, and before he knew it, he had stepped back too far and fell down.

He was lucky enough to land back onto the fire escape in front of a window. A window of an apartment that belonged to a girl.

That girl?

That girl was you.

#raphael x reader #2007 raph #tmnt #2007 tmnt #raph tmnt #Tmnt x reader #tmnt fanfiction #2007 raphael x reader #tmnt raphael #raphael #raph x reader

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invisibleraven · 4 months

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"Go the fuck to sleep" how about for old school sunset curve.

Adrenaline thrummed through Luke's veins as they left the stage, the fading sound of applause still ringing in his ears. "Boys that was a fucking kick as show!"

"I can't believe they asked for a second encore!" Reggie exclaimed as he rubbed a towel over his sweat drenched hair. "I doubt we have a shirt left after that!"

"Not after you gave out half our stock to every cute girl you saw no," Alex snarked, earning him a towel to the face.

"Let's pack up and get something to eat, I'm starved," Bobby said, before they got into it.

"Street dogs?" Luke proposed as they collected their stuff, and accepted their pay for the evening.

"Actual food," Bobby countered. "Not out of an engine block."

"Pizza!" Reggie voted, and they all agreed, stopping to get a slice from their favourite dive before heading back to the studio.

It had long become a band ritual that after a show they would just sleep in the studio-Celia didn't mind, even though she always insisted they were welcome to come in the house. Bobby insisted they didn't want to wake her up, so they pulled out the couch and squeezed onto it, and had an epic rock paper scissors fight over who got stuck sleeping on the oversized beanbag in the loft.

Bobby got the chair this time, but in truth, he didn't really mind. Alex snored, Reggie was a cuddler, and Luke was an insomniac at the best of times, let alone after a gig. At least curled in the chair he had half a chance at getting some sleep.

"You think next show we should change the tempo of Get Lost?" Luke mused as they settled in.

"My kick leg says no," Alex grumbled. "It's already fast enough, and the last time we tried it I almost busted the drum."

"What about Long Weekend? I wasn't sure about the bridge arrangement," Luke asked them.

"It was fine," Reggie assured him. "The crowd was loving it!"

"I know, I know," Luke replied. "It's just, if we wanna get noticed, we gotta stand out somehow."

"We will buddy, but we played a good set, the owner wants us back next weekend, no complaints," Reggie said around a yawn.

"Plus we've got the tour coming up," Alex rationalized. "That'll put us on the map all over the coast."

"Night all!" Bobby called from the loft, the others replying, and then it was quiet for a bit.

But Luke was restless-he always was after playing, like the music and energy never could settle in his veins afterwards. His mind raced with chords and the remembrance of the lights, the crowd, and analyzing every note.

"Luke stop humming," Alex said groggily.

"Sorry," he whispered, trying to close his eyes and settle. But the night was still replaying in his mind.

"Luke seriously, go the fuck to sleep!" Bobby yelled from the loft.

"I'm trying!" he protested.

"Go run around the block and get your energy out," Reggie said, smacking his lips together. "Then come back and at least try to nap, we have class tomorrow."

"Alright," Luke said, easing himself up and took off. Was it a good idea to run around Los Feliz after midnight? Probably not. But he had taken enough self defense classes in lieu of gym to feel okay. Plus the run really did help quiet the restless energy thrumming through him.

So maybe it was closer to dawn than he would have liked before he dropped off, and he needed to be prodded awake, plus a mug of Celia's triple roast to get him up and going, but Luke knew it was worth it.

Though Alex swore next week he was dosing Luke's post show water with melatonin. Luke shrugged, and said he was welcome to try. But he doubted anything would ever kill the racing of his brain after a show.

But he did purposefully lose rock paper scissors the next week so they could sleep-because above everything, Luke was a good friend. Even if he was still humming in the loft, it served more as a lullaby than anything, and the others couldn't really complain as they drifted off to the refrain of Crooked Teeth.

#filled prompts #ficlet #sunset curve #julie and the phantoms

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years

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Innocent Pt 1

I look up from my spot behind the register at the sound of the door opening and shutting. Rafe Cameron waltz in without so much as a look in my direction even though we close in literally two minutes. I sigh and tuck my book under the counter as I wait for him to return from the coolers in the back. Rafe appears with two cases of beer and sits them on the counter.

"Did you find everything okay?" I ask because I have to. Rafe digs in his wallet for money and hands me a hundred dollar bill.

"I know where the beer is." Rafe says flatly. I fight the urge to roll my eyes as I mark the bill with a counterfeit marker.

Rafe watches my actions with a curious look. "It's real, I promise." He deadpans and I bite back a snide remark.

"I still have to check." I mutter and stuff it in the register then count out his change.

"Aren't you going to ask for my ID?" Rafe questions me and I gulp. I knew better than to call out Rafe Cameron. He was a bully and I didn't want him to set his sights on me.

"Is it going to say you're 21?" I ask, holding out his change for him. He eyes the money but doesn't take it.

"We can pretend it does and you can keep the change." A small smile forms on his lips as he picks up his cases of beer and heads for the door.

"Wait! I don't want your money!" I round the corner of the counter but it's too late. He jumps into a waiting Jeep and it takes off. Rafe Cameron just gave me eighty dollars to keep my mouth shut. What the fuck?

The next night is no different. He comes in right before we close and tells me to keep the change if I overlook his illegal purchase. I fight him some more but he ignores me and leaves again.

"Are you an alcoholic?" I blurt and Rafe raises his eyebrows at me after sitting two more cases on the counter. This has been going on all summer. He comes in to buy two cases of beer almost everyday and leaves me with the change. If he wasn't a Kook I'd be worried about him running out of money from leaving me almost $80 everyday. I keep it all in a ziploc bag in my backpack for safe keeping because to be honest, I don't know what to do with it. It doesn't feel right taking it but he refuses to take it back so I guess I'm just holding it for him.

"Do I look like an alcoholic to you?" Rafe laughs. Did he really want me to answer that?

"I mean, the bloodshot eyes kind of give you away." I tease, reaching my hand out with his change and he gives me a dull look.

"It helps me sleep. So I wouldn't call it being an alcoholic." Rafe waves my hand away and I drop the money on the counter, pulling the cases of beer towards myself and farther from his reach.

"Maybe you should take the rest of this money and get yourself some melatonin instead of killing your liver." I snap and he throws his head back with laughter. He reaches for the beer but I pull them away. Instead of trying again he grabs my arm and pulls me halfway across the counter, forcing me to yelp as my feet no longer touch the ground.

"I could think of another thing that would help me sleep." Rafe gives me a coy smile before biting his lip and I swear my heart stops beating in my chest. I yank back and slide back down to my feet and he snatches the beer up.

"I-I don't like you." I cross my arms and he laughs, heading for the door.

"Yes you do." I roll my eyes at him as he exits.

I finish closing the store with a smile on my face. I don't even realize I'm wearing the stupid grin until I get home.

"What's with the stupid grin?" My father snaps from his place on the couch. My mother is probably already in bed since she has to open the store in the morning.

"I just had an easy night, I guess." I shrug and start cleaning up the messy living room before he tells me to.

"You better have been focusing on your work and not some boy." The venom in his voice cuts like a knife as I bag up the trash. It's the same thing every night. I close the store, I clean it then come home and clean up after my father, and he berates me until he passes out on the couch.

"You're almost a woman, Emmy. You better keep your legs closed until you're a married woman. No man will want you if you've been passed around all of OBX. You'll end up like your mother." I throw something in the trash can a little too hard and he growls angrily.

"Don't throw stuff in my house or you can find some place else to live." If I wasn't afraid you'd kill my mother or report me as a runaway, I would.

"I'm sorry." I mumble, gently dropping the next few beer bottles in this time. I hear him raise to his feet with an angry hum and I know the power trip is coming. He only feels like a man if he's inflicting pain and fear on a woman. I swallow the lump in my throat and turn to face him, keeping my eyes down.

"Say it like you mean it." He demands but I only feel the growing anger in my chest so I force my expression to change to one of fear and defeat.

"I'm sorry, daddy." I fake plead, plastering on my best puppy dog eyes then looking at the ground again.

"Good. Now go to your room." He snaps. I head towards the hallway but a disgusted snarl catches my attention. "Start wearing longer shorts. You look like a cheap whore." I want to keep walking but I know my silence will only fuel him further.

"Yes, daddy." I say softly then quickly disappear into my room. I kick my sandals off and change into my pjs before climbing into my tiny twin bed, curling myself in my grandmas old quilt. His words continue to eat away at my thoughts until my mind wanders to a certain Kook. When did Rafe Cameron become the highlight of my day?

#smutwarning #rafe cameron smut #outer banks smut #dark!fic #dark!rafe cameron

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quinloki · 27 days

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Imagining Marco with a slightly concerned/confused look as I go and grab my gummy melatonins to take before bed talking about ‘ohhh time for a treat’

….

Or my Disney princess gummy multi vitamin

Tbh I think he’d be slightly horrified by some of my medicine choices

Or maybe not I mean he watches Ace eat things that probably aren’t even really food so like…. Maybe my choices are not that questionable >>

horrified might be a bit harsh of a word, but I feel like he'd be trying to adjust your meals and accompanying you on walks a little more often to try and help adjust things for you in different ways.

I imagine he gets it though, sometimes you gotta do what you can, not necessarily what you should, to get to where you need to be.

But also yeah, considering what he's likely seen, I think he'd be glad that you're taking a multivitamin and not like, rubbing robitussin on your knee talking about how a lil' tussin' will help your arthritis. so he'll take the wins where he can get them ^^;

#quin answers #kazieai #marco the phoenix

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lumiolivierlithium · 7 months

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Bedtime

Day 17 of 31 of Kinktober

Prompt: Brat taming

Word Count: 1065

Mello...MELLO! It's nighttime! Not honk time.

“Alright, Mello,” Matt held his face in his hands, beyond exasperated with his favorite little pain in the ass, “I don’t think you understand. You’re tired. And you know it. You are fighting sleep.”

“Fuck you,” Mello snapped, “No, I’m not.”

“You haven’t slept in two days,” Matt argued.

“How would you know that?” Mello stood his ground. Or on the couch. Whatever he could do to make himself feel tall, “Were you up for two days, too?”

“No,” Matt agreed, “But-”

“But nothing!” Mello flipped him off, “Fuck you. I’m not tired. I’m not going to bed.”

“You took ten milligrams of melatonin and half an Ambien,” Matt pointed out, “Don’t make me do it.”

“Do what?” Mello scoffed, “What the fuck do you think you’re going to do, Matt? Tell me. Please. I’m riveted.”

“I see you leave me no choice, you little shit,” Matt started fighting back. And in the way only he could. He wrapped his arms around Mello’s legs at the knees and threw him over his shoulder.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” Mello started flailing. His arms pounded on Matt’s back while his feet came dangerously close to kicking him in the balls, “PUT ME DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER! PUT ME DOWN!”

“I’m not doing it,” Matt held him tighter. No matter how hard Mello squirmed, Matt always managed to make up for it. He started carrying Mello to the bedroom, “You’re going to bed.”

“FUCK YOU!”

“Mello,” Matt slammed Mello down onto the bed, shocking him out of his tantrum, “This is what’s going to happen. One of two things. Either I’m going to tuck you into this bed and you’re going to go to sleep or, and I know damn well you’re going to pick the first one, I’m going to put you over my knee and you’re going to start doing some counting. Do you understand?”

Mello stared Matt dead in the eyes, “Eat. Shit.”

Without hesitation and in one fell swoop, Mello was over Matt’s knees and Matt’s hand slapped Mello’s ass, “Count.”

“ONE!”

Smack!

“TWO!” Mello screeched.

Smack!

“THREE!”

Smack!

“FOUR!”

“Oops,” Matt stopped, “It seems like you’ve lost count. Start again.”

Smack!

“FIVE!”

The next one’s shock reverberated though Matt’s arm. He flexed his fingers a bit, “I said, you lost count, Mello. Start again.”

“Alright, I’m done!” Mello backed down, his cheeks still tingling, “I’m done…”

“Good to know,” Matt started rubbing Mello’s ass better, “Do you want me to get some baby oil?”

“Yes, please…”

“There we go, Mello,” Matt praised him, “That’s what I like to see. I don’t know who the little brat that was in this bed was, but I’m glad you’re back.”

“Yeah, laugh it up,” Mello rolled off Matt’s knees and gently onto the bed, “Your ass doesn’t feel like a fucking pin cushion.”

“It could’ve been much worse,” Matt suggested, “I could’ve had the paddle.”

“But you didn’t,” Mello argued, “You going soft?”

“Do you want me to not go soft?” Matt went into the bathroom in search of baby oil.

“No,” Mello bit his lip, “I’m good.”

“That’s what I thought,” Matt came back to the bedroom with the baby oil in hand, “Come here, baby. I know you’re a little sore. But what did we learn?”

“That you can be a real dick when I’m sleep deprived?”

“No,” Matt took Mello back over his knees, gently rubbing baby oil on the red spots, “Try that again. And remember your current position.”

“That…” Mello let out a heavy sigh of defeat, “I can be a real dick when I’m sleep deprived?”

“Not necessarily, but it’s one thing,” Matt agreed, “What else?”

“That…” Mello thought a little harder, “You should-”

“Noooooope,” Matt cut him off, “Try again.”

“That…” Mello rolled his eyes, “When you tell me I should go to bed, I should probably go to bed? And that it’s generally for my own good?”

“That’s what we’re getting at,” Matt praised, “Good boy, Mello. Now, are we done with our tantrum?”

“Yeah,” Mello hated nothing more than when Matt called his outbursts tantrums. Every time Mello got the slightest bit of angry, it was suddenly a tantrum.

“Now that all that energy’s out of you,” Matt laid Mello gently back on the bed, tossing the baby oil aside, “How about I tuck you into bed?”

“Fine,” Mello started to relax a little.

“You know,” Matt pulled the blankets over him, “I’m impressed. You held out pretty well. Longer than I thought you would.”

“You think I couldn’t hold out longer?”

“I’m not saying that as a personal challenge, Mello,” Matt groaned, “Christ, find some chill. And I’m not talking about when I was smacking your ass. I’m talking about your sleep aides. You took half an Ambien and melatonin and you’re still awake. I would’ve thought you’d be passed out and drooling on yourself an hour ago.”

“But here we are,” Mello sighed out, “Hey…Matt…I know I’m not in much of a position to ask.”

“Of course, you are,” Matt assured him, “Just because you decided to start acting out and I put consequence to said action doesn’t mean you’re ever not in a position to ask. What do you need, baby?”

“I was wondering…” Mello bit his lip, “Could you sleep in here tonight?”

“You mean,” Matt crawled in bed and pulled Mello into his arms, “It was ever a thought that I wouldn’t come cuddle with you? Especially if it meant you getting a good night’s sleep? Come on, Mello. Give me some credit. Of course, I’ll sleep with you. I don’t ever want you to think you can’t ask me that. You have to do something really bad in order for me to ever tell you no to cuddles. Telling me to fuck off wasn’t exactly great, but it’s not something that deserves the death penalty.”

“Good,” Mello nuzzled his face in Matt’s chest and shut his eyes, “Good night.”

“Good night, Mello,” Matt pressed a kiss to his forehead, “I love you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Mello…”

“Fine,” Mello pouted, “I…love you, too. I guess.”

“Mello…”

“I do,” Mello cuddled into him, “I love you, too, Matt.”

And within the next ten minutes, a soft little snore came out of Mello. And Matt felt accomplished enough to where he popped the other half of Mello’s Ambien and crashed just as hard.

#dnkinktober #kinktober #death note #death note fan fiction #mello x matt #mellodramattic #if i'm not writing lawlight #i'm writing these two chucklefucks #kinktober 2023

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bonesaftonistired · 6 months

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I'm starting to realize that I'm not the only dysfunctional adult here whose parents didn't teach them enough things before kicking them out of the nest, so here's a few tips I've learned through trial and error over the last three years since I turned 18

1. The cold's gonna start hurting your bones eventually, invest in heated blankets to use during the cold months. This is especially important for people who were accident prone kids and had a lot of broken bones, sprains,and twisted wrists/ankles

2. FOOD IS FUEL. I know when you were a teenager, you could probably survive a whole day on just instant ramen and a couple bags of chips, but that is NOT true anymore. You can still enjoy foods you love though, just don't make it your whole diet. Add some veggies and a little meat to your ramen, spice it up and try new things, but try to have at least two meals a day with a couple snacks. Three meals is better though, trust me

3. I promise you, your bacon doesn't need flipped nearly as much as you think it needs flipped as long as you're cooking it on medium-low heat like you should be. Also, put it in the pan cold and let it heat up gradually, otherwise it might stick before it can let out enough bacon grease to slide

4. You are not a failure just because you can't find it in you to be as productive today as you were yesterday. It's okay to let yourself rest

5. Don't try to get your whole house clean in one go, you'll never do it. Break it up into smaller tasks, and take a 15 minute break in between tasks to get some water and maybe a snack

6. HYDRATE!! I know, I know, tea, coffee, soda, juice, etc all taste good and technically have water in them. They don't hydrate nearly as much as the real thing, though. You can add fruit and ice to make it taste better if you really can't take just plain water though! Nobody's stopping you!

7. For god's sake, go to bed at a reasonable time for when you plan to wake up. At least 8-9 hours a night, which sounds like a lot of planning but it really isn't! If you need to get up at 9 am, go ahead and stay awake til midnight. But if you're getting up at 6 am for work? Try to be in bed by 10 pm

8. Caffeine is not your friend past 7 pm, I know you need to get that paper done but you'll be so much better off if you make time during the day for it than staying up into the wee hours of the night with enough caffeine in your system to kill a horse. It'll throw you off balance and make your brain produce even more melatonin to counteract it and try and force you asleep, which just means you'll be that much more exhausted in the morning

Most importantly, just remember you aren't the only one with your problems. You aren't alone. And you've got this ❤

#egge orb friday #adulting #adult tips #help #tips #You've got this #i believe in you

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your-god-empress-lavender · 20 days

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Henrow blorbo

first off, ohmyfuckinggodyouaresocoolllllllllllllllll

secondly, what ya workin' on currently? <- is deathly interested, yes please please please info dump if you have the spoons

- Ryan

Bonjour my furry friend. At the moment i'm mostly working on getting a job so that i can afford rent, but when i'm not doing that, i'm working on designing some new N-substituted 5MeO-tryptamines (in order to avoid being banned for breaking tumblr TOS, i can't say exactly what for, but if you look up 5MeO-tryptamines, you should see). So far i've only managed to make things that make me super sleepy (and maybe a tiny bit inebriated), so presumably my body is mainly metabolizing them into melatonin. I also have been working on working through the details of making a rocket engine which relies on both muon catalyzed fusion and z-pinch fusion (mostly because even though i know it's way above what i'm probably capable of, i just love space so much i desperately need to see it for myself and i figure that since rockets are so absurdly expensive, the only way i'll end up in space is if we can get a whole new generation of ultra-efficient rockets (for example, given p-N14 fusion, if we manage to get 1% or more (i don't really expect more than 0.1% max, but still) of the hydrogen fusing with nitrogen, we'd be able to put 150 tons on the moon from earth with only using about enough fuel to fill a small car (instead of needing a skyscraper sized rocket to send maybe 30 tons)). Now, if it were as easy as my calculations show it to be, i can't imagine how there are any rockets flown that aren't fusion, but seeing as i haven't even made a working proof of concept yet, i'm not in a position to criticize the thousands of aerospace engineers who are working on conventional chemical rockets. I love fusion because it's simultaneously so easy (i live pretty close to an old uranium mine where i can actually pan some uranium out of the creek near me, then use that uranium to make a neutron source (B10(α,n)) which is really just fusion between helium and boron, happening at room temperature because of how high energy the α particles released by uranium are) and so absurdly difficult (without catalysts like muons, it requires absurdly high temperatures and pressures that almost always take more energy put in than they can give out). Anyway, i've also been sorta working on studying a material that a while back i got way too excited over and may have called a room temperature superconductor (almost certainly not the case), but in an attempt to make it more pure and study it for real i've been trying to work on the exact calculations of its composition and finding a better way to heat it up to high temperatures (i might just but it in a flat-bottomed flask, especially since it finally warmed up enough for me to go back outside where the fumes released by its production won't make folks mad).

And then there's the biological experiments, currently with electroceutical tissue modifications since most of the other projects i have planned require me to have a gene printer capable of reliably printing genes thousands of base pairs long and i'm not sure when i'll be able to build that. The most recent thing i've been working on is really exciting because if it works it means that i've successfully done something that has never been done before to a human body (and given the long lasting pain in that part of my thigh, it seems very possible it is working), but i'm hesitant about sharing what the project is because i don't really want folks putting gap junction blockers, calcium channel blockers, and sodium channel blockers into open wounds without knowing how to do it safely and correctly to get the desired results and not just a really messed up wound. If/when this experiment turns out well, i might give directions in private, but i'm still somewhat hesitant due to the risks inherent in this (the biggest and most likely is literally giving yourself a form of cancer, something i'm not eager for others to risk). Soon i might try chemical dedifferentiation of skin cells (thinking on my back or upper arms) followed by some mildly dangerous experiments to test how reliably i can make it turn into other cell types. And while i haven't made good work on it in a while, i've also been trying to make something similar to shimmer from arcane (ideally not addictive or harmful to the user, but most importantly the quick energy burst, decreased pain, and increased regenerative abilities (obviously it won't be anywhere near as dramatic as in the show, so calling it shimmer may not really make sense, but it is where i got the inspiration)).

Then i suppose there's the battery project i was talking about in my last post, and i'm also trying to learn how to make alcohol under my desk (i mean, it's super easy, it just doesn't taste great). There might be a few more things i'm working on but rn i'm super eepy and have talked about a lot already. If this seems like i'm doing a lot or impressive, also note that i'm actively failing out of college (for my own pride: the material is super easy and mostly i already know it, i just can't stand wasting so much of my time doing homework that doesn't help anyone or anything) and not yet working a job, so i have a lot of time and so much free brainspace to think about and do all this. I also work very slowly on each thing because i keep bouncing back and forth between all of them and almost always end up adding new projects before i've finished the old ones and so i almost never see a project all the way through to completion (at least some of the bio projects are just sitting in my body and i am just waiting to see how they turn out in the next 2-3 months, so those necessarily will see completion, even if it's failure). I really hope i see the fusion rocket to completion because if i don't think i'll ever be able to see the earth from afar or the moon from up close.

#idk #answer to your ask #i hope this is mostly complete #also wow this is long #that's what she said #i'm kinda surprised how many projects i have #i don't often count them #but yeah here they are #i promise i'm not trying to use this for evil #also college kinda sucks because everyone assumes you know nothing and are incapable of learning #not saying you shouldn't go but just that in my experience it ain't worth it #you can learn so much more from the internet and free courses offered online (oer and mit opencourseware are good starting places)#also now that i've shared these projects i hope that makes me feel more accountable and have more need to actually finish all of them #i have so much schoolwork i gotta do and probably won't #1.37 gpa first semester was impressively bad #legitimately went into college thinking i would be challenged and enjoy it but now it's like #“wow i know all of this and yet i am required to spend 8+ hours on homework each day in order to pass even with perfect test scores”#anyway sorry that probably sounds like i'm being super annoying #these tags are getting super long #byeeeeee

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celestial-robots · 10 months

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Finding Equinox

A Sun & Moon X Reader Story

Chapter Five: Night Shift

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Word Count: 6980

Summary: It’s Friday night, and you return to the Pizzaplex later than you’ve ever been there before. You have two goals: to help Sun start the long process of getting the daycare fit for kids again, and to get Moon to open up. It’s hard to tell which one is more difficult.

Author’s Note: This turned out longer than I thought it would. Hope the word count doesn’t deter you guys, haha. I couldn’t find a good spot to cut the story in half. But it’s fine. This way the whole shift is in one part sahfjkl

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Friday was your first night shift. Not just your first night shift at this new job, but your first night shift ever. You weren’t exactly sure what to expect or how to prepare. But getting a good amount of sleep seemed like a good place to start, so you slept until noon.

Once you were awake and ready, you spent the next few hours combing through the Internet for reports about things going wrong at the Pizzaplex Daycare. It was extremely boring. As terrible as many of these incidents were, it was easy to get desensitized. Your brain slowly started to go numb from the tedium of research.

You weren’t sure how many of the incidents were real and how many were made-up, fueled by Fazbear’s reputation, but you took note of the most plausible ones. And if these reports were to be believed, the Daycare wasn’t exactly... up-to-code, even from the start. But there was a difference between people complaining because the Daycare Attendant was scaring their kids, and people rioting because their kids were being hurt or even disappearing.

Why the sudden shift from being scary to being actually dangerous? Was your theory about a glitch correct?

Well, Sun didn’t know, so you’d probably have to figure that out yourself. You could try to ask Moon again. He hadn’t liked it when you brought it up before, though, so you should probably have a backup plan.

When searching through incidents got too draining to continue, you tried to take a nap before your shift. But your mind refused to calm down, even with the support of an extra-strength melatonin tablet. You fell asleep eventually but were awoken by your alarm only thirty minutes later, bleary and confused.

It was strange driving to work so late at night. The roads were empty, and the employee parking lot at the Pizzaplex was nearly deserted. The deep shadows and lack of people made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You couldn’t help but look around anxiously, your eyes tricking you into seeing movement in the darkness.

The front entrance was closed by the time you came in for your shift, which seemed like an oversight for all the night shift employees. But whatever. You went in through a back entrance that unlocked in response to your Security Level. Inside, the massive Pizzaplex was desolate except for some STAFF bots that served as patrolling security units. It was so strange. Even though your shift yesterday had gone past closing time, it was entirely different to walk in and see it all empty from the get-go.

Well. Your FazWatch wasn’t giving you any tasks right away. You could probably head to the Daycare.

And so, for the fifth time that week, you walked there, glancing around for people who were watching. Seth’s warning about the Daycare yesterday had made you paranoid. But there was no one there. Didn’t change the fact that you were probably on camera, but it made you feel better.

Sun was waiting for you today. You could see him through the glass surrounding the playplace, anxiously bouncing in place. That bouncing became much more excitable when he saw you coming. You chuckled and waved. He waved back.

The moment you walked into the play area through the big wooden doors, he started talking. “I’m so glad to see you’re alright, friend! I was reeeaally nervous after you had to sudden leave last night, heheh. But it looks like you’re okay! Well you still have those old injuries, which you really should get looked at soon, but nothing new! I-I remember what you said about Moon being able to roam the building. Did you—did you see him last night?”

“Uhhh, yeah, once,” you said. “Lean back a bit, bud, don’t loom over me like that.”

Sun had indeed been leaning over you, but he jerked back as soon as you said that. “Sorry! I didn’t know I was doing that, I swear.”

“Nah, I get it. You’re just worried about me.” You reached out and patted Sun’s arm. “No need, though. Like I said, I saw Moon, but only once.”

“Did he... do anything?” Sun asked.

“Nope.” You shook your head. “He grilled me about my sleep schedule, which was a bit weird. Then I mentioned that we wanted to reopen the Daycare. And for that to happen, we needed him to stop doing stuff like dropping people from bridges. Not sure how he felt about that.” You paused, gauging Sun’s own reaction. He wasn’t looming anymore, instead playing with his bells and ribbons again. Still nervous, then? “He said a few weird things.”

“Oh?” Sun’s face rotated to the side. “Like what?”

“Well, first, when I said I wanted to help, he said ‘you can’t.’”

“That’s a bit rude.”

You laughed. “I guess. He definitely sounded sure about it. Which... was weird. I-I tried to get him to tell me what happened. You know, what started the whole... incidents thing.”

Sun stopped fidgeting.

“You okay, bud?” You asked.

“Y-yes, I’m sorry.” Sun nodded. “Keep going. Did he say anything? D-did he tell you? What happened? Was it r-really a glitch?” His whole posture was tense. Waiting. Leaning forward again, as if he was desperate to hear what you said.

“He didn’t... say anything,” you admitted. “Just that ‘you can’t’ thing.”

Sun’s shoulders slumped, and his voicebox made a sighing sound. “I guess that would have been too easy.” He was clearly disappointed, but not surprised. If anything, he sounded... resigned.

“I guess, yeah.” You coughed. “Anyway. Is there anything you want to do today? I don’t have any tasks yet, but they could appear at any minute, so nothing that takes too long.”

“Oh!” Sun’s posture popped back up. “I was thinking about this all day, actually, but if we’re going to get the Daycare reopened we need to make sure everything is clean for the kids!” He spun around, gesturing at the whole play area. “We need to be sure everything is in its place!”

“Uhhh... I think we’ll need to do more than that, Sun,” you said. “I mean, I love how you’ve been keeping everything orderly in here, but we probably need to, uh... dust things and disinfect them and stuff.”

“Yes! That too.” Sun’s head and torso twisted back around to look at you. “I haven’t been able to do that because there were never any supplies in the places where I could still roam. But now that you’re here we can get some more!”

You nodded slowly. “Right. Hang on.” You check the map on your FazWatch, but, as usual, it was not very helpful. “Uh... I’m not sure where the closest storage closet is, but I can go look around. There has to be one in the area.”

“There’s a lot of storage area beneath the theatre,” Sun suggested.

“Great, I’ll check there first.” You looked up at Sun and gave him a little salute. “Be right back, bud.”

“Be right back!” Sun watched you as you turned and left.

By the time you found the cleaning supplies, loaded them onto a cart, and slowly dragged them back to the daycare, it was 12:30. There hadn’t been a single task assigned to you yet, which was super lucky, but you were sure the tasks were coming. Right now, though, you were more concerned with Sun and Moon. There was something else Moon said last night that you thought Sun needed to hear. You just weren’t sure how to bring it up.

“That’s a big cart of stuff, friend!” Sun held open the door for you when you returned. “Here, let me help. You shouldn’t be pushing something this heavy!” As soon as the cart was mostly through, he grabbed the front end and pulled it into the center of the play area.

“Yeah, I know, I know,” you said, letting go of the cart so Sun wouldn’t end up pulling you along as well. “And I know it’s a lot of stuff. I, uh... thought we’d need it.” You don’t even want to think about how much dirt and grime covers everything in this area. Though you’ll soon be forced to confront it. “Alright. Speaking of physical limitations, I don’t think I can clean the inside of the play structures. Can you get in—wait, yes, you can.” Moon had climbed inside the play structures on Tuesday when he was chasing you. Sun shouldn’t be any different.

“Alright, I can start on that right away, then!” Sun began examining the cleaning products, picking each one up before putting it back down. “Hmm... I think this will work! Oh, and I see you brought a mop and bucket!”

“Yeah, I would’ve been here sooner if I wasn’t filling that up.”

“That’s okay, friend, it’s more important to be thorough the first time! Okay, you use the mop and start cleaning up the floors. Be sure not to trap yourself in a corner!”

You chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll be careful.” Then you checked your FazWatch. Still no new tasks. Huh. Strange. Well, you’re not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. “Keep in mind, I could need to leave at any moment.”

“Keeping it in mind!” Sun gave a little twirl, then headed off towards the nearest play structure with two bottles of cleaning products and all the washcloths you’d brought. “Clean up, clean up!” you heard him chant as he headed out.

“Clean up, clean up,” you repeated absentmindedly, and started pushing the mop and its wheeled bucket over to the back of the daycare.

For a while, you just mopped, putting on your headphones and turning up the music to keep your mind busy. It didn’t fully work. You were still thinking about last night’s brief talk with Moon. Hard not to dwell on it. He hadn’t said much, but what he did say was so weird...

You were so concentrated on the memories and the mopping that you just about jumped out of your skin when something moved in your peripheral vision. Shrieking, you spun around—only to see Sun also jumping back, raising his hands in a “don’t shoot me!” sort of gesture. “Jeez, Sun.” You paused your music. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“I’m sorry, friend! I thought you could hear me!” Sun said. “I guess your music was really loud. You shouldn’t turn up the volume so high, you know! It can damage your hearing, and besides that, what if someone else was sneaking up on you? Someone wh-who wasn’t... so nice?”

“All very good points,” you muttered. “Anyway, did you want to talk to me or something?”

“Ah, well you see, friend, after yesterday I’ve been keeping a close eye on my internal clock, to not lose track of the time,” Sun explained. “I thought you should know it’s currently 12:45! Ten minutes until lights off.”

“Ohhh right.” You nodded. “Thanks, Sun. I’ll set a timer for five minutes. Then you’ll want me to leave the daycare, right?”

Sun nodded back. He was swaying back and forth in an almost absentminded way.

“Alright.” As you set the timer on your phone, you decided that this was as good a moment as any. “Speaking of yesterday... Moon said something else strange when I talked to him last night.”

“O-oh?” Sun’s face rotated to the side. “What is it?”

“He said...” You hesitated. “He said that you hate him.”

Sun stopped swaying.

“I-it was almost completely unprompted, too. I mean, I was talking about how we wanted to help, a-and that ‘we’ includes you, too, and he just... said that. And I just...” You paused. It was hard to ask this. “I just... want to know... why he said that. If he thinks that for a good reason.”

No answer. Sun looked down, staring at his hands as he clasped them together. You simply waited for him to say something. A solid few seconds passed before he did, speaking in the quietest voice you’ve ever heard him use. “Hate... is a... strong feeling. I-I don’t think... Moon’s not exactly the easiest person to like, but... That’s such a strong word.”

You stared at him. “I know you’re scared of him,” you said quietly. “It’s okay to have... other strong feelings.”

“No, no, I-I don’t think I—! Oh, i-it’s so hard.” Sun shook his head and folded his arms. He kicked at the mats on the ground—slightly more colorful now that you’ve wiped away some of the dirt.

“Feelings are hard,” you admitted. “It’s fine to not have them all figured out.”

“Did Moon say he hates me?” Sun asked quietly.

“...No. All he said about you was that you weren’t scary.” You paused. “Do you think he hates you?”

The lack of an answer was answer enough. Then, suddenly— “Oh goodness! I almost forgot I was cleaning!” Sun’s head popped back up, and he jumped into a straighter, more energetic pose. His voice was cheerful again. "I should get back to that! Remember, friend, you have to be out of the daycare before lights out! But you should come back later, too!”

“Wha—”

And before you could say anything, he was gone.

...How did an animatronic that big move that fast?

And then your timer went off. You sighed, and walked towards the wooden doors. “I’m heading out now, Sun!” you called.

Sun shouted something back, but you had trouble figuring out what it was, since it was echoing from inside one of the plastic play tunnels. Maybe “be safe” or “be careful.”

“I’ll be back!” you shouted, and then left through the big wooden doors.

You sat down at one of the tables—the same one where you’d taken that lunch break on your first day—and took your sketchbook out of your pocket. The one you’d been using to take notes about the weird stuff around the Daycare. You wanted to quickly review what you already had. The list of plausible incidents, mostly. You frowned as you scanned them. If even half of these were true, would anyone want to come back to the Daycare if you somehow managed to get it opened again?

And then the lights went out.

At the same time, you heard a ping! “New task added!”

You groaned. Seemed you wouldn’t be able to head right back into the daycare to clean some more. Not just yet. You took your company-issued flashlight out of your bag and turned it on, lying it down on the table so the beam was pointing at the wooden doors but still lighting up the table area. Just in case a certain animatronic wanted to stick his head out. Then you checked the glowing FazWatch screen. And groaned again, even louder. It seemed you were required to transport some endoskeleton parts through the utility tunnels to Parts and Service. Great. That wouldn’t take forever at all! It was totally a reasonable request to ask the person with an injured back and ribs to push heavy carts down long, winding tunnels! You couldn’t believe that Sun had been more considerate when he’d taken the cleaning cart from you earlier. A literal robot had more empathy than whoever was handing out these tasks.

Anyway, you should probably explain to Sun why you disappeared while the lights were out. Otherwise he might have a panic attack. God, were you really worried about a robot having a panic attack? Yes. Yes you were. It felt like a valid worry to have.

You looked up and stared at the wooden doors for a moment. No sign of Moon opening them. So you turned your attention back to your sketchbook, took a pencil out of your pocket and wrote on the nearest blank page: Got a task. Will take a while. Be back later. See you then :) You signed your name, then carefully tore the page out and stood up. You picked up the flashlight and walked up to the playplace wall.

It took a moment to find a spot where the note could be pressed against the glass without any tape, but eventually you slid it into a small gap between the glass and a decorative cloud. You turned back around, the flashlight beam swiveling in a wide arc—

And landing on Moon, crouching on the table you’d just left.

“Holy shit!” You started, making the flashlight beam jerk. Moon jumped into the air—and just kept going up. Before he completely disappeared into the darkness, you noticed the hard-to-see black wire attached to his back. Oh. So that’s what the loop on their back was for. Made sense. You vaguely recalled Sun mentioning “flying trips” being “forbidden for a while.”

But how did Moon leave the daycare without you noticing?!

You hurried back over to the table, flashlight darting around. You used it to scan the walls, the ceiling, everywhere you could see.

And you caught sight of Moon again. Now he was back in the daycare, clinging to the mesh netting that covered the top of the play area. Like some freaky spider robot. The moment you noticed him, he turned and scuttled head-first down the mesh, disappearing into the daycare. “...alright, Dracula,” you muttered. “Lizard-crawling man. Er, animatronic? Ah, whatever.”

That wire must have somehow transported him in and out. You weren’t sure exactly how it worked. Maybe there were tunnels of some kind? Moon had seemed familiar with those wall-tunnels in the West Arcade.

Whatever. You had a task to do. The sooner you got it over with, the sooner you could come back. You reached down to grab your sketchbook... and noticed something strange. There was more stuff on the page with the list of incidents. Writing. Definitely not yours.

Moon had been at this table when you’d turned around. Crouching right on top of it like a little gremlin. Was this... his? The letters were cramped together in a sharp scrawl, written in that darker gray that you got when you pressed down harder on the pencil. You could make out three phrases in this new handwriting: DIDNT HAPPEN, NOT REAL, WASNT ME. Each seemed to be connected to one of the incidents on the list via a drawn line.

...Interesting.

You closed the sketchbook, picking up your pencil and putting it back in your pocket as you walked out of the Daycare area. This warranted further examination. But after you finished your task. You wanted to take care of that as soon as possible, because god knew it would take a long time.

And indeed it did. In fact, it took the whole hour. It could have taken a shorter amount of time, but you had to go slow. You know. On account of the injuries that you’d explicitly told management about. Did they think that two days was enough to recover ? Because it certainly was not. Maybe you could do some of the lighter tasks, but something like this? Loading a cart full of endoskeleton parts, then pushing that cart through the utility tunnels with these weird doors you had to constantly open and close, then unloading the parts inside Parts and Service... It was a bit more physically intensive. You had to take frequent breaks to catch your breath and recover. Maybe you should have brought that ice pack again, but you thought it would be fine.

You took a shortcut back up to the surface of the Pizzaplex: the showtime elevator. It was kind of cool to come up onto the stage. You knew how to get to the Daycare from here, but you were still exhausted from pushing a heavy cart through narrow tunnels. Time to take a short break.

The nearest place to sit was inside one of the photo booths dotted around the floor, so you climbed inside one and took your sketchbook back out, turning it to the list of incidents Moon had vandalized. It seemed like he’d decided to correct you by nixing out two of the incidents as fake. And the last one as being apparently “not him,” which surprised you a bit. That one was about a parent getting their arm broken by the Daycare Attendant. Was Moon lying, or was that...?

Suddenly, the lights outside of the photo booths went out. Right. It was 1:55, time for the hourly five-minute darkness. Guess you were staying in the booth until it was done. Though, actually... you had an idea.

You took out your flashlight and pencil and wrote a note on a blank page of your sketchbook: You’re not messing with me about the incident list, are you? And if you’re not, is it just those three you have a problem with? Were the rest really you? Why?

And then you leaned out of the photo booth and placed the open sketchbook and your pencil on the floor next to it.

About a minute passed before you heard the distinct mechanical noises of the Daycare Attendant’s movement. Sounded like Moon had gone out into the Pizzaplex. Maybe looking for you. And, judging by how the noises were right outside the photo booth, he’d found you.

For the next few moments, you wondered if it had been a stupid idea to corner yourself inside a small room with a dangerous animatronic right outside. Then you decided it probably had been. And you mentally cursed yourself. It was your own damn fault if something happened.

You could actually see the red glow of Moon’s eyes coming from around the curtain. The glow brightened for a few seconds as he turned to look at the photo booth. And then the side of the curtain moved. A mechanical hand inched into the gap, easily recognizable as Moon’s. The hand waved... and then disappeared. The red glow faded, and the mechanical movement sounds vanished.

Your heartbeat slowed down and you let out a deep breath. The trill of anxiety you’d felt was now fading to annoyance. “You’re real funny, Moon,” you muttered. “I swear, you did that just to freak me out. ‘Hey look at me, I’m a scary animatronic,’ that’s not gonna stop me from getting weirdly attached to you and Sun.”

The lights turned back on, and you pulled back the photo booth curtain. Outside looked the same. Your sketchbook and pencil were on the floor where you’d left them. But you could see that something had changed. More dark writing, taking up half the page. Carefully leaning down, wincing as the motion hurt your back, you picked up the book and pencil and read what was written there.

NO. YES. YES. YOU SHOULD BE ASLEEP.

...Well. Moon had answered three of your four questions, and then told you off for being awake at night again. Was that in his programming or was he just being irritating on purpose? You were more and more convinced it was the latter.

You weren’t surprised that Moon hadn’t answered your “Why?” question. But you were disappointed.

You were also disappointed that he’d used half the page to write seven words, wasting a lot of the space, but that was a different issue.

Closing the sketchbook again, you left the photo booth and headed back to the daycare.

“Hello again, friend!” Sun immediately greeted you as soon as you walked in. “You’re really back!”

“Yep, I’m really back,” you said. “What, did you think I’d just leave?”

Sun gave a little laugh. “Well, it was a while, after all! And the lights went out, and I-I was—Anyway, while you were gone, I kept cleaning!”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Sun seems to have left most of the floor alone, perhaps leaving that for you to do, but you could see the gleam of water on one of the plastic play structures. Sun must have wiped it down. “There’s still a lot to do, but great job!”

“Thank you!” You could hear a smile in Sun’s voice to match his face. “Still a lot to do, a lot to do, but progress is progress!”

“We should try to get as much done as we can before the weekend.” You dropped off your backpack behind the security desk—which you notice is still as dusty as ever—and headed over to where you’d been mopping earlier. Sun followed you, hovering close behind. “I mean, I guess you could keep going on your own, but you wouldn’t be able to go get more supplies if you run out, so you should be careful.”

“The... weekend?” Sun repeated, latching onto those two words.

“Well, yeah, I’m not gonna be here to help you,” you said casually. The mop was standing right where you left it, and you picked it up. “I don’t have any shifts.”

“But you could come anyway, a-as a guest!” Sun suggested.

“I guess I could, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to get in,” you explained. “Apparently your security permissions are turned off on days you don’t have shifts. Something about safety from past employees, I dunno, I didn’t really pay attention to the reason part of the email. So I’d need a pass to get in, and I doubt they’d sell ones to get into the daycare, since it’s closed...” Sun was being pretty quiet. You looked back at him. He’d stopped following you. “Sun? You okay, dude?”

“Oh! Yes, of course!” Sun perked up and skipped over to where you were. “I just—o-of course you wouldn’t be able to get in, I-I don’t know why—of course! Of course.”

You stared at him. Guilt curled around your stomach. Sun had been stuck here for months, with seemingly no visitors. No wonder he was so clingy. No wonder he depended on you coming every day. No wonder he was worried you wouldn’t come back earlier. “It’s going to be fine,” you said quietly. “It’s only two days. I’ll be here on Monday.”

“I know that.” Sun nodded. “You don’t have to worry about me! I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, well...” You weren’t sure how to finish that. Was there anything you could do? “What if, uh... Would it help if you had something to do while I was gone?”

“I can clean the daycare! Do anything we don’t finish today!”

“No, I mean like—besides that,” you said. “Uh, do you still have that bin of colored pencils and stuff?”

“Well it wouldn’t disappear into thin air, would it?” Sun put his hands on his hips and shook his head playfully. You got the feeling he was laying it on a little bit. “Here, if you want it, I’ll go get it!”

“That’s not why—aaaaand you’re gone, of course you are.” You sighed. You wondered if all animatronics in the Pizzaplex could move that fast, or if it was just Sun and Moon. There was no way for you to know until the Glamrocks were finished being repaired. Well, while Sun was gone, might as well continue mopping.

He was back in just a few minutes, of course. “Here you are, friend!” he called. “I’ll put this right by the desk. We wouldn’t want to get any paper wet, or get the newly cleaned daycare dirty!” And he did so, then skipped back over to where you were standing and waiting.

“Thanks, Sun, but uh... I was wondering if you wanted to do it,” you said.

“Hmm? Me?” Sun’s face rotated to the side. “Why would I need to use the crayons?”

“Well, maybe you won’t need to, but it might be a good way to pass the time while I’m not here.” You looked down at the floor as you wiped the mop from side to side over the same colored tile. “I’d like to see what you draw.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s not as good as anything you’ve done!”

“I’d still like to see it.” You shrugged. “Skill isn’t the thing here. I think you’d have fun. And that’s what matters. If you don’t like drawing, of course, you don’t have to, but I just thought, you know?”

Sun didn’t answer. His face rotated back to normal. You could have sworn he looked thoughtful. “I didn’t usually do the drawing, that was mostly the kids. The supplies are for them! And for any other guests, of course. So I didn’t want to use them up! But sometimes one of the little ones would ask, and I would try...” He trailed off. “Are you sure, friend? What if I end up using the supplies all up? We’ll need them for the daycare!”

“I don’t think you’d use them all up,” you reassured him. “Maybe if you spent two days straight drawing, but that’s not what I’m suggesting. Just... a few pieces of paper, you know?”

Sun nodded. “Alright. I’ll try! I’ll make you proud!”

You laughed. “Don’t worry about that. Just do what you want.”

“I will! Oh, but right now, we need to keep cleaning!” He spun around and ran back to the cart. “It needs to be all clean! All clean!”

“All clean,” you repeated, nodding. It would be a while before the daycare was close to ‘all clean,’ but as Sun said earlier, progress was progress.

You spent most of the rest of your shift in the daycare, trying to get the dirt off everything. Emphasis on trying. Nine months of abandonment had really done a number on the place. You were getting the surface layer of dust off everything, but there was grime around the edges of the room and play structures that wouldn’t go away with simple soap and disinfectant. This was definitely going to be a multi-day project.

Sun continued to take care of the play structures, leaving the floor, walls, and desk area for you. The two of you didn’t talk too much, as you turned on your music again. But you did let him know once when you were going to refill the mop bucket with some clean water. And he let you know when it was getting close to 2:55 and the hourly lights-off.

Not much happened during that five minute period. You sat at the same table you’d sat at earlier, outside the daycare, and watched for signs of Moon. He was being a real cryptid today. You saw him climbing on the mesh nets again, but he didn’t do anything beyond stare at you for a few seconds before disappearing. Was he avoiding you? Or... avoiding seeing you in person, at least? He didn’t have any trouble getting close to you a couple days ago. Was this related to...

“You can’t.”

Those words were burned into your brain. Something about the denial, the refusal to accept help, made it hard to forget them.

You took your break once the lights turned back on. Today, you’d packed your own lunch, since you weren’t sure if the restaurants in the Pizzaplex would be able to make food during the night shift. And then it was back to cleaning. It was starting to get tiring, but you weren’t about to leave it all for Sun to do. Your pace had definitely slowed, though, so you spent this hour trying to dust and organize the security area, a fairly easy task. And one where you could duck under the desk and take a break every couple minutes.

The 3:55 light-out was pretty much identical to the last one. Afterwards, you went back into the daycare and tried to continue cleaning the desk area. But there was still a lot to do, and you were exhausted. Maybe you should take a break. The desk area didn’t have any chairs, so you sat on the floor beneath the desk and closed your eyes...

Ping! “New task added!”

And then you jolted awake, neck and shoulders stiff, to that familiar notification sound. What the...? What time was it? You checked your phone. 4:47 am. Nearly an hour had passed. Huh. Maybe Moon was right. It was past your bedtime.

But, unfortunately, you needed to keep this job, so couldn’t just nap the whole time. You shook your head of sleep and checked the new task on your FazWatch. They wanted you to... move endoskeleton parts to Parts and Service. “Are you Faz-fucking kidding me?!” you shouted. That was the exact same thing they made you do earlier! What the hell?!

“Friend, is everything alright?” Sun called from inside one of the play structures.

“Yeah, it’s fine!” You pulled yourself back up using the desk. It was easier on your injuries than just standing up unassisted. “I just got another task. It’s gonna take a while, so I won’t be back before my shift ends.”

“Oh. Alright! Wait one second!” Loud thumps came from one of the play structure’s slides. You saw it shudder slightly, and then Sun rolled out from the end, head over heels in a somersault. He kept rolling and stopped not too far from the desk, immediately springing up with arms extended overhead.

“Nice!” You clapped, impressed. “That was like a circus trick or something, how you just jumped up like that.”

“Yes, thank you, thank you.” Sun bowed to an imaginary audience. Then he walked over to the plastic bin of drawing supplies by the desk, bending over and opening it. He took something out, then leaned over the desk to hand it to you. “Here you go!”

“Huh?” You took the offered item. A twelve-pack of colored pencils. Clearly used, given how one of the cardboard flaps was torn off and the pencils were all different lengths. “Why’re you giving this to me?”

“Well, I thought you could use it!” Sun said, standing up straight. “Though it does belong to the daycare so... you might want to bring it back on Monday. So nobody gets in trouble!”

You raised an eyebrow. Was this Sun’s way of making sure you came back? It was harmless enough, so you didn’t mind. “Sure, Sun. I’ll be back to drop these off on Monday.”

“Please do! W-we don’t want anyone to get in trouble.” Sun gave a nervous little laugh. “I’ll see you then, then?”

“See you then, Sun.” You smiled. “Promise.” You picked up your backpack and headed out. “Goodbye for now!”

“Goodbye friend!” Sun waved as you left. Even once you’d left through the big wooden doors, you could see him continuing to wave as you left the whole Daycare area.

The lights went off as soon as you found one of the stairwells down into the utility tunnels. That wasn’t unexpected by now, but you felt uneasy walking down flights of stairs in the dark. Even when you were armed with a flashlight. So you leaned against the wall and took out the sketchbook. If earlier tonight was any indication, Moon would be trying to find you—even though he didn’t seem to want to talk to you. But he was fine with writing earlier, at the photo booth.

After about a minute of thinking, you write down, Is there any particular reason you don’t want to explain anything to me? Or are you not going to explain THAT, either?

And then you opened the stairwell door and set the sketchbook on the ground outside with your pencil. And waited.

You were starting to get worried that this plan wasn’t actually going to work when you heard the sound of mechanical movement outside the door. The noise died down for a while, almost disappearing. You saw the door start to creak open, but then close again, and the noises started again before fading away. So... Moon wasn’t going to try and scare you this time. While you were grateful, you were also confused.

Inevitably, the lights returned. You opened the door and picked up the sketchbook and pencil. There was a response to your writing, but it wasn’t very long... or very helpful.

STOP ASKING QUESTIONS.

“I most certainly will not,” you said. And then you felt strangely embarrassed for saying that out loud. Why? It’s not like anyone could hear you. You were alone in an empty stairwell, feeling self-conscious for no reason.

Quickly, you put the sketchbook back in your backpack. You still had that task to do. So you headed down into the tunnels.

Even though you didn’t understand why the fuck someone would want you to do the same exact thing only a few hours apart, you did it anyway. Maybe there was a reason. Maybe they needed more parts than expected. Or maybe you brought the wrong ones the first time. Whatever it was, you hoped that reason was worth the two long, difficult trips. Why didn’t Fazbear have robots to do this sort of stuff?

By the time you arrived at Parts and Service, your legs and arms were aching from the effort of pushing the cart. Not to mention the stitch in your side that was sending pain up your bruised ribs every time you breathed. Maybe you weren’t as good at manual labor as you thought you would be. Or maybe it was the injury slowing you down. Damn it, Moon!

You didn’t even bother to take the parts off the cart. Instead you just left it by the room entrance and left. If someone needed these parts so urgently, surely they wouldn’t mind putting everything away. They would be more qualified than you.

It was 5:50 when you found yourself back in the main lobby. You were about ready to just head out, but the main doors were still closed. Rather than walk all the way through the Pizzaplex to another entrance, you decided to wait, and sat down on the little ledge around the giant golden statue.

You wanted to relax, but somehow, you found yourself pulling out your sketchbook again. You reread what Moon wrote. STOP ASKING QUESTIONS. Why was he so touchy about this?

It probably wasn’t a good idea to push a hostile animatronic too far, but you couldn’t help yourself. You had to know what was going on. Why? Were you just excited by the mystery? Or did you actually care? You knew you cared about Sun, even though you’d only met him a few days ago. But did you care about Moon, too? Was that it? If it was, what was wrong with you? Why were you feeling bad for the robot that dropped you from ten feet in the air?

Hesitantly, you wrote something new down on the page. There was still plenty of space for it.

I want to help. And it’s hard to do that when I don’t know what’s going on.

Because you did want to help. It wasn’t fair that Fazbear had abandoned Sun and Moon. Even if the daycare had been closed for a reason, you couldn’t believe they would just leave them there. They seemed so human. How could anyone leave them to rot like that?

The lights were about to go off. You left your sketchbook open on the ledge, along with the pencil, then swung your backpack onto your back and stood up, walking around the statue and sitting down again on the other side of it. You took out your flashlight and waited.

The Pizzaplex went dark. You moved your flashlight around the area, the light catching on some of the STAFF security bots. A couple minutes passed. You couldn’t hear any of those mechanical noises—

A snarl came from behind you.

You jumped, swiveling around and instinctively pointing the flashlight towards the sound. On the other side of the statue, you saw a familiar moon-faced robot duck out of sight. Okay. So Moon was right where you wanted him to be. Doesn’t mean that sound didn’t scare you, or that you weren’t nervous as you slowly turned back around.

Who programmed an animatronic to make that noise? Why the hell would you do that?

More sounds. Growls, this time. Your shoulders raised, and you glanced back over your shoulder without pointing your flashlight. Moon’s glowing eyes weren’t focused on you. He sounded... angry. No, wait. Frustrated.

Then you saw him fly into the air again. He was gone. And only a couple minutes later, the lights turned back on.

You stood and slowly walked back over to where you’d left your sketchbook. As expected, Moon had written some more, but this time... they weren’t words. Just scribbles. You could make out the vague shape of letters beneath them. Combined with the frustrated growling earlier, you assumed that Moon hadn’t been satisfied with what he was writing, and decided to just cover it all up.

Not all of the scribbles were in regular pencil. Apparently the packet of colored pencils Sun had given you fell out of your backpack when you stood up, and Moon had decided to use one. The purple one. It was broken in half now, but you could see the evidence on the page. You couldn’t quite tell what Moon was trying to write. It didn’t look like words beneath the purple scribbles. Just some shapes. You could pick out two tall loops, but nothing else.

This was all so weird. Unfortunately... you couldn’t stay to check it out. It had been a long day. You needed to go home and go to sleep. Surely Moon would approve. So you collected your sketchbook and pencils, put them in your backpack, and headed out through the front doors.

As you walked out, you almost didn’t notice the front entrance’s new decoration. Almost. But then you glanced back over your shoulder at the right time and saw the large banner stretching over the doors. Large blocky letters read THE GIRLS ARE BACK! with smaller letters beneath them listing Monday’s date. On either side of the words were cartoon drawings of two of the Pizzaplex’s animatronics: Roxanne Wolf and Glamrock Chica.

So the Glamrocks had been repaired? Or, some of them, at least? Cool. Neat. Strangely enough, you weren’t as excited as you thought you would be.

You were already looking forward to seeing a different animatronic again on Monday.

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