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comfort-sun-and-moon · 1 year

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So my fiancee was able to buy me the Somniphobia book today from his work, which is really nice but I thought it wasn’t out yet??? Either way, happy to have the spooky Moondrop book!

Also, for those confused about the usage of the name Moondrop in this, personally I just think it's to showcase that this is a separate entity from the actual animatronic itself. Because the Daycare Attendant doesn’t actually appear in this story, Moondrop is just a (spirit? program?) attached to the Dream Sphere itself that manifests when you use it.

#somniphobia fnaf #fnaf #text #fnaf moon #fnaf moondrop

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jokeuspocus · 9 months

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I was struggling the other night and bought the Funko Sun and Moon figures to cheer myself up…

They have my whole heart and soul.

Look at them playing hide and seek all peaceful!

No… NO MOON—-

“Check out my dream sphere Sunny. It’s totally 100% child safe.”

“GET DOWN MOONY! YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO GO TO PARTS AND SERVICE!”

What is the dog doin?? WHAT IS THAAT!!?

AAY! PLAY NICE!! You two are supposed to be role models for the kids! >:(

Thank you for coming to the Fazbear Theater! We hope to see you all again soon! ☀️🌙

I love them your honor.

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mirgompillow · 5 months

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Mr. Rogers Moon

A dream Moon created by @weenussy!! Such a very rough sketch though! :)) This is quite old as well xD

#moondrop #fnaf sb moon #daycare attendant #fnaf security breach #fnafsb #fnaf #security breach moon #fnaf daycare attendant #cartoon art #sketches #fnaf dca #fnaf somniphobia

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exporius · 2 months

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More fun au doodles

I honestly try so hard not to lose it when i draw these two smoochin cuz they just look like two cheese wheels stuck together 😭😭

#five nights at freddy's #sketch #sun and moon fnaf #traditional art #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare attendant #dca fandom #own au #gay robots #y/n #sun x moon #circus au #dca somniphobia au #jack o moon #fnaf moodrop #fnaf sun #i love them #i just wanna give them a lil kiss #just a smooch

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trinketbug · 1 year

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this is the plot of somniphobia right. moon pondering his orb.

#moon fnaf #moondrop fnaf #tftpp #somniphobia #my art #pondering my orb #daycare attendant

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thedenofravenpuff · 1 year

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Some lil Moondrop and his dream sphere from the Somniphobia short fic.

Just needed to draw me a lil clown orb, perfectly safe and trustworthy!

Enjoy!

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#PuffBlog #MyArt #FNAF #FNAF Security Breach #Daycare Attendant #Moon #Moondrop #Moondrop's Dream Sphere #Animatronic #Mini Moon #Sphere #Globe #Orb #Dream Sphere #Tales From The Pizzaplex #Somniphobia #Doodle #Sketch #Traditional Art

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thatmooncake · 1 year

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I've been obsessed with the idea of somniphobia orb moon being used by someone who is in love with him and instead of studying or memories they have fantastical daydreams with him.

Or a moondrop orb being the one to be obsessed with his owner and manipulates whatever they are trying to use the orb for to make them fall for him too and willingly enter the dreamscape much more quickly and excitedly.

But once your soul is in the dreamscape what actually happens to it? Is it stuck there forever or just...cease to exist?

Absolutely LOVE the idea of a reader fic with Somniphobia Moon! 🥺💗 Moon using the dreamscape as a space to trap the reader and try to lure them in deeper because Moon is insanely lonely in his little bubble with no one to interact with and has actually grown to like this person whose dreams he visits, and eventually comes to hope that they might like him in return (or at the very least, what he can do for them). The reader becoming obsessed with Moon because when they enter the dreamscape (whether he has good or bad intentions) he takes their problems away.

What about a universe with a reader who is at first trying to study or look into a memory, but inside the dreamscape just as they’re starting to explore they suddenly see Moon? And what if Moon has never been seen before from within the dreamscape, so this is all new to him? He’s helped people, he’s lured people, but it’s all been from behind the scenes. Making them see what they want to see. What if he’s never been perceived by a single soul before this moment and now he’s faced with this whole new situation, and a whole new set of feelings? What if when they leave the dreamscape he’s afraid they’ll think the sphere is faulty and that he gave them a nightmare and then they won’t come back? But then they do come back, and they see him again, and that’s almost even scarier for him to navigate because he’s never directly interacted with a person before …

(Dammit Moon, now you’ve got all of us pondering your orb asdhhscs)

As for what happens when your soul gets sucked into the dream sphere, I think canonically you leave your body and become trapped there. You at first have a vague awareness of what’s going on outside (like an out of body experience) before disconnecting from your body completely. Moon takes the protagonist of the book by the hand and they walk off together at the end. It’s left open-ended after that, so there are a million directions that could take as well.

#fableasks #fnaf #moondrop #somniphobia spoilers #fnaf daycare attendant #aaaaa now I want a dream sphere #the playlist choices for these fics are endless too #sweet dreams #sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare #etc etc etc #asdjdvds #fablethoughts

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foxxx-art · 2 months

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- one more second, and I'll turn these fu— lights out myself

- HOW PRETTY! I hope you're aware that everything that you do here is Fazbear's ownership automatically heheheh

- bro works not at their specialty at hated job / and you will too

- imagine making a perfectionist work with children

#not usual fandom jumpscare #somniphobia #five nights at freddy's #tales from the pizzaplex #fnaf fanart #fnaf sb #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon

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mirgompillow · 4 months

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More Rogers Moon!

I can't help but love this guy! All thanks to @bootybutttickler once again! ^^ BRO WHAT IS THAT NAME OF YOURS IM CRYING 😭😭💀

He's such a compelling character, I shall post more of this dude

#moondrop #fnaf sb moon #daycare attendant #fnaf security breach #fnafsb #fnaf #security breach moon #fnaf daycare attendant #cartoon art #sketches #fnaf dca #fnaf somniphobia #A BUFF MOON!?#i will watch his tv show non stop bro

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jokeuspocus · 9 months

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I’m working on the headpiece for my Sun cosplay tonight and listening to Submechanophobia from the Tales from the Pizzaplex series and like,,,

CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THE SEA BONNIES????

SEA BONNIES.

Like,, genetically altered brine shrimp that resemble Bonnie. That’s both the most horrifying and adorable thing I’ve ever heard. I want twelve.

#Sea Bonnie my beloved #hexx whispers from the grave #slowly realizing Bon Bon is my favorite of the OG animatronics #but seriously I need to see what a sea bonnie looks like #sea bonnies #bonnie the bunny #fnaf bonnie #bonnie fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #glamrock bonnie #tales from the pizzaplex #submechanophobia #somniphobia #shadow bonnie #withered bonnie #toy bonnie

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justaduckarts · 11 months

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Somniphobia

Hello!

I wanted to write something a little... different! I miss writing spooky stuff, heh. With that said, here is a short Moon-centric horror story <3

The ticking of the clock echoes around the small office. The noise is almost a dull drone in the background, adding to Kori’s mounting nerves. Their nail polish chips further as they dig their fingers into the worn leather of the armchair.

Sandalwood permeates everything. Kori actually likes the smell most of the time, but here it’s so strong it makes their eyes sting. They absently force their messy bangs back up into their black beanie.

Pen scribbling mingles with the sound of the ticking clock. Summer Martin has two PhDs and more gray then red in her hair now. The psychiatrist was quietly adjusting some of her notes. Despite her high-standing, she still dressed like a first-grade teacher. Kori reckoned that if Dr. Martin were ten years younger, she could have passed for Ms. Frizzle.

The thought almost makes Kori smile.

But then Dr. Martin breaks the silence.

“Why don’t you tell me how you’ve been sleeping now?”

This is the question Kori dreaded. It was getting easier to talk about their grief, but as they were slowly adjusting to being minus one parent...

Their subconscious had begun to wage war on them.

“I... get about four hours a night,” Kori lied through their teeth. They were getting four on a good night. Most nights it was two or three. Some night, they were lucky to sleep at all.

“Even less than the last time we spoke,” Dr. Martin pinned Kori with a knowing look over the rims of her large red glasses. This lady seriously liked red. There were paintings of red trees hanging around the office, the armchairs were red, there were even a few red vases on the window-sill. When the sunlight caught vases and cast a red glow on the floor, Kori felt their heart skip.

They took a breath.

“I’m... still having that dream.”

“Which dream?” Dr. Martin was already flipping through her notes.

“You know which dream,” Kori frowned.

“Humor me,” Dr. Martin pushed, “studies have shown that talking at length about something, analyzing it, can help you distance yourself from the feelings of distress that it causes you.”

Well, who was Kori to argue? They barely had their associate’s.

“...Alright.” Kori crossed their arms, fingernails digging into the sleeves of their hoodie. They fixed their stormy eyes on the tacky 70′s style carpet and took another breath.

“I come to on my dad’s couch,” Kori began. They feel a deep pang, just mentioning their recently deceased father is still tough.

“And the TV is on. Just... blue, y’know? No error message, no static. Just blue. I get up to turn it off, but then as I get closer... I realize there’s something. A shape? A silhouette of some kind. Way way in the blue.”

Kori stopped to breathe.

“Here.” Dr. Martin offered Kori one of the myriad of stress-squishes from her desk drawer. A duck. The cute little thing earned a dry chuckle from Kori. They took it and began squeezing and twisting. They hadn’t even noticed how raw their arms felt from the bite of their nails through their sleeves.

“Thanks,” Kori took a breath. “Okay. So there’s someone in the blue.”

“When I look around the living room, it’s just black. The only light is the television. I think maybe the shape there is a smudge on the screen. But when I try to wipe the glass... My hand passes through. The other side is... cold. I didn’t even know you could feel cold in dreams.” A shudder raked through Kori’s frame. The poor squish in their hands is deformed beyond recognition already.

“But I know I have to see it. I have to find out what’s in the blue.”

“So I climb into the TV.” Kori paused to sip the contents of the travel mug they brought with them. Even six feet apart as they were, Dr. Martin could tell that it’s coffee.

“The blue isn’t what I find beyond the TV, though. Well... not exactly. The floor is blue. But I’m in some kind of... indoor play-place. Like the kind they used to have at McDonald’s? But huge. Bigger than I’ve ever seen. And it seems to go on forever. Ladders, slides, pits of balls... You name it. If it weren’t for the weird vibes, the place would’ve seemed like fun, y’know?” Kori-half smiled, briefly reminiscing playgrounds from their youth.

“A-Anyway,” they sighed, returning to kneading the duck. “This... maze of a playground. It’s so quiet. That kind of quiet where your ears start to ring.”

“And I feel like something is watching me.”

At this point, Kori stopped to take several breaths. Dr. Martin’s neutral expression twisted into a look of concern. She offered Kori a tissue, but Kori shook their head.

“Sorry,” Kori shut their eyes. “Okay.”

“I start walking around, looking for an exit.” Kori looked at the ugly carpet once more, “then I hear it. Him? I don’t even know. It’s so quiet. Just... the faintest little jingle of a bell.”

“When I turn around I see it. It’s like a clown, and a demon had moon-themed baby made of nightmares.” Kori shivered, nails sinking into the now ruined duck squish. “The thing is so tall and gangly, it’d give that faceless tentacle guy a run for his money- do you remember that guy? He was really big on the internet-

“We’re getting off topic,” Dr. Martin said gently.

“Sorry,” Kori sighed, “sorry. Anyway, this moon thing. It’s... freaky. It has this ugly crooked smile and these huge red eyes.”

“How is it... a moon, exactly?” Dr. Martin paused, high-lighter over her notes. Kori had talked about this dream before several times, and over time they’d begun to share more details about this mysterious nightmare creature. At first they’d simply called it a ‘horrible thing’ but Dr. Martin considered this divulging of details a step towards conquering this new-found fear.

“Oh,” Kori shifted. They picked up their bag and pulled out a little sketchbook. During their sessions, they’d sometimes draw to keep their hands busy. Dr. Martin had noticed Kori never came to their appointments without it.

“He’s got...” Kori clicked the end of their mechanical pencil a few times before sketching out a rough circle. “Like a moon... on his face. Or, maybe it IS his face?”

“He?” Dr. Martin examined the quick sketch before looking at Kori, brow rising.

“It’s got a really deep voice,” Kori nodded. The sound of pages turning filled the office. Dr. Martin abandoned her high-lighter for a pen as she settled on a fresh page for notes.

“It spoke to you?” This was new. Usually Kori’s dream ended with the strange creature chasing them through the jungle gym until it caught them.

Kori was deathly silent. They slowly looked up at Dr. Martin.

“...Yeah,” their voice cracked, “it... started talking recently.”

“And what sort of things does it say?”

Suddenly, the once subtle drone of the clock on the wall felt like a roar. It pounded against Kori’s skull. Their mouth opened and closed, feeling painfully dry. They popped open their iced coffee and guzzled it down.

Swallowing past the lump in their throat, Kori looked at Dr. Martin.

“He uh... He sings. Lullabies, mostly,” Kori looked back at the carpet. Dr. Martin got the distinct impression creepy lullabies weren’t the reason Kori had frozen up just then.

“That’s all?” Dr. Martin quirked a brow. Kori glanced at Dr. Martin, then back at the sketch of the harrowing moon creature glaring up at them from their lap.

Even with the crooked grin, Kori knew it was not friendly.

“...It... knows stuff,” Kori twisted the know unrecognizable squish.

“I assure you, Kori, whatever stuff this nightmare of yours knows, it only knows it because you know it.” Dr. Martin had decided it was time to shut down this conversation. “It isn’t real. Dreams are just our subconscious’ way of processing certain things. Like grief.”

“It’s most likely that these nightmares are just your brain trying to cope with loss.”

Kori wished Dr. Martin was right.

“...Right,” Kori nodded. “...Right. Okay. Thanks, I think I needed to hear that.” They sighed, shutting their eyes.

Kori didn’t believe Dr. Martin. Not for one second.

“Why don’t I prescribe you something that will help?” Dr. Martin offered a gentle smile. “We can temporarily put you on a medication that will block these nightmares of yours. Most of the time I prescribe this to people who struggle with night terrors.”

Kori nodded eagerly.

“Yeah. That’d be good.”

That Night

“Take two before bed,” Kori examined the little orange bottle, doing their best not to read their birthname printed across the top. They really needed to get that changed.

Down the hatch with the two oblong green capsules. Kori downed half a glass of water, too. They prayed that would be enough to put the nightmares away. A full night’s sleep sounded like a dream come true.

Checking the locks on their apartment one last time, Kori shut off the lights. They stopped to sprinkle some flakes into their fish’s bowl before slinking off to bed.

As usual, they had a hard time relaxing. The haunting image of that moon monster’s grin. His horrible mechanical hands and long claws. And that eerie voice, all came together in Kori’s mind. Putting them on edge.

They just wanted to sleep.

They just wanted peace.

Finally, around three in the morning, their brain gave up the fight. Kori slipped into the dark of a dreamless sleep.

When Kori opened their eyes, it was still dark in the apartment. They sat up, looking at the alarm clock. 3:47 AM. They’d barely slept half an hour. Sighing, they slid out of bed and trudged to the bathroom.

As they shut off the faucet and dried their hands, a sound echoed through the apartment.

The faintest little jingle.

Kori felt their heart jump into their throat. They stood frozen before their bathroom door, cold sweat already beginning to gather between their shoulder blades.

No.

No, it couldn’t be.

A minute passed. Silence. So silent, they could hear the pounding of their heart. They took a shaky breath and gripped the doorknob. As they stepped into the hall, they flipped off the bathroom light.

Which should have plunged the apartment into darkness.

But instead, a soft blue light was cast across the living room. The light lingered at the edge of the small hallway.

Kori thought they might throw up. Their stomach coiled in on itself like a frightened snake.

The edges of their vision stung with unshed tears as they took a step towards the living room.

Just shut the TV off and go back to bed.

Kori kept telling themself they must have forgotten to turn it off after dinner.

Please let it be that.

The silence of the apartment was so wrong. There should have been some noise. The noise of the fish tank filter. Or the upstairs neighbor’s kid’s rustling around. Hell, even the sound of the neighbors in the unit to the left of Kori’s having an ‘exciting’ evening would be a relief right now.

But there’s nothing. Kori’s ears ring and their flesh breaks out in gooesbumps as they get closer and closer to the television.

To their relief, there’s no shape.

No moon man.

It’s just a blue screen with the white text NO SIGNAL in the top left corner.

Kori was right after all. They’d gotten worked up over nothing.

Bending, Kori reached under the TV and hit the power button. Sighing, they straightened up and rubbed their eyes.

Maybe after a good night’s sleep, they’d feel a little less paranoid.

Dr. Martin was right. They were just dreams. They couldn’t hurt Kori.

As Kori opened their eyes, though, their blood ran cold.

The now black screen reflected the soft glow of two red eyes somewhere in the room behind Kori.

The last thing Kori heard was that deep, horrible voice.

“It’s past your bedtime.”