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comfort-sun-and-moon · 1 year

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"Free From the Fire"

Summary: Sun escapes to Summer's home late at night after the Pizza Plex burns down.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43798416

"Will you stay with us…? With me? Please, Sunshine?" Sun whispered.

Summer smiled sadly. "For as long as I can and then some."

She let Sun rest his chipped, scratched, scuffed and soot-covered head on her lap. It was almost 3 am at this point, and Summer was exhausted barely keeping her eyes open. She'd stay up though, gladly. She’d stay up for as long as Sun and Moon needed her.

"You can sit next to me, you know." Summer patted the couch cushion next to her. Sun's head turned a fraction to the side, looking at her hand as it delicately tapped along the faux leather of the furniture, but didn’t move beyond that. His body was sprawled out across the floor of the small living space of her apartment, arms wrapped securely around her, around Summer; one of the last things he had left. Like she was a lifeline and if he let go even a second, he'd be lost at sea in a raging storm forever. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, Sun could feel some of the connections between his joints pulling awkwardly, but he didn’t really care now.

No, he wanted to stay right where he was, holding her, looking at her, being able to remind himself every half second with her presence that he was okay, that they were okay. Everything was going to be fine.

"How's Moonie doing?" Summer ran her left palm across the crescent shape of his face as her right hand traced the circular pattern on his other cheek with her fingertips.

"Okay… Quiet though." Sun's face rotated one click to the right, nuzzling into one of her hands. "I think he's resting."

"That's good, you both should. What you went through was terrible."

Ba-dink!

Summer perked up hearing the small beep and wrestled her phone out of her baggy pajama pants. One hand left Sun so she could do this, but the other remained on his face. Continuing to offer soft gentle touches to the scared animatronic in desperate need of comfort.

Clicking it on, Summer saw a notification on the lock screen that made her heart sink. It was a text, specifically one sent to her by Fazbear Entertainment.

Summer took a breath so deep it strained her lungs until she let it out.

"What's wrong…?" Sun's face lifted up from her lap, his neck was able to move in ways a person naturally couldn't, and so Summer was briefly surprised as he pushed forward and twisted his faceplate in such a way that he could see the phone screen.

Summer quickly pulled it to her chest, hiding it. "It's nothing Sunny, don't worry about it right now."

Despite her words, his posture fell. "I already saw it. We only have to view something for a moment, then it's recorded in our system and we can review it." He explained. "It's a message from them."

"Yeah." Summer didn't see any point in denying it. "Probably about the Plex burning down, I assume."

"Do they know we're here?" His voice sounded so hollow and small like his voice box was rattling. Shaking like a leaf. It broke Summer’s heart

"I don't see how they could? Unless… do you two have a tracker of any kind on you? Something they could locate you with?"

That was not a good thing to ask at this particular moment. Evidently.

Sun jumped up, he was on his feet so fast Summer blinked and missed the movement entirely. He turned and paced away from her, immediately ripping his chest plate open and rooting around in it in a frantic frenzy that looked painful and dangerous for his robotic well-being.

Summer flew to her feet to follow him. "Wait, wait! Stop!" She grabbed one of his arms and tried to pry it away, but there wasn't any chance of her beating his strength. "Sun stop! You're going to hurt yourself! You're gonna break something!"

The rooting around he was doing in his own chest cavity continued, and the pace increased. It looked like the mad clawing of a cornered animal trying to lash out and escape.

"You're right! You're right, you're right, you're right!" He wailed in hysterics; in a panic. "They can find us! They can take us away! Take us from you! They'll turn us into scrap, they'll throw us into the basement with all the other unwanted bots! The Daycare is gone! The Plex is gone! There isn't any use for us anymore!" He was screaming now in a tone that sounded hardly at all like his voice. As if his audio processor itself couldn't register the volume he emotionally wanted to output anymore. It created this awful, garbled, ringing, and screeching loud mess of a synthetic howl that sounded nothing like Sun or Moon.

Summer grabbed hold of his arm again and used it to pivot herself in front of him, thinking maybe he'd stop if he could see how scared and terrified she was to see him tearing into himself like this. "Sun, please! Please stop! Calm down!"

He couldn't see her though, all he could see were the flames that would haunt his memories forever. Burning up all around him like an incinerator; an animatronic hellscape. "Then they'll tear the Pizza Plex down! Start all over again! Take us all back there! No loose ends! They'll burn it down again! Burn, burn, burn! Make it all die in the fire!!!"

"SUNNYDROP!"

The animatronic screamed and shoved Summer off himself, she stumbled away and her back hit the nearby wall, and at the same time, knocked over the tall lamp that had been illuminating the room. It fell to the ground with a deafening crack as the bulb shattered and the room snapped into blackness.

It was quiet, ungodly quiet. A funeral service was more lively than the state of Summer’s apartment in those long seconds of eternity.

She could barely breathe, adrenaline pulsed through her, making her head throb and ache. She wasn't sure how long it'd been since she took a breath.

Then there was a metallic thud as they fell to their knees. Face hung towards the floor with one arm bent at an awkward angle to the side, and the other still buried in their internals.

Their body faded into light as they glowed in the darkness. Like a glowstick, the special paints they were coated in gave Moon his own distinct color scheme when the lights were off.

"Sorry…" His lower hum of a voice called as his face looked up. A pair of flickering red LED peered at her. "We didn't mean to scare you."

The hand wrist deep in their chest cavity yanked out sharply with a snap. A couple of wires fell against their waist as they severed. Something small in Moon's hand was removed. Examined for the briefest moment, and then promptly crushed in his fist

"...Can't be found. We can’t risk it, it made Sun panic."

Summer nodded barely at all as his gaze met hers.

"Sorry about the lamp…" He offered after a moment.

She smiled despite herself. Of all things for him to mention right now.

"It's fine. It's not a big deal, the lamp can be replaced."

Summer stepped over on quaking legs to his place on the floor and fell onto her own knees as the feeling of the last of her strength being used took hold.

"All I care about is you two right now." Summer reached out and placed a hand on the open casing on his chest, examining the inside. The wires wound around their endoskeleton seemed a lot more disorderly than what she’d imagine standard for a robot of any kind, but that was probably just a result of Sun’s panic. Everything vital seemed to be in place at least.

“So… Are you okay…? Is Sun okay?” Summer placed her hand gently against the wires, and gave a hesitant look up at Moon when she felt how loose they were.

“We both will be, so long as you don’t electrocute yourself on us.”

Summer jerked her hand away in fright, swearing for a moment she might have actually felt a jolt. That is until she heard Moon begin to chuckle and snicker in that mischievous way he always did.

“That’s…” Summer laughed despite herself and the situation. Do people usually laugh when their this mentally exhausted? “That’s not funny at all!”

“Hee hee… I thought it was.” His head spun three clicks to the left. “You’re tired, starlight, you should sleep.”

She let out one last breathy laugh. “Yeah, I really should. I’m exhausted.” A soft smile came to her lips as she looked up at him. “Guess you guys get that sleepover you always wanted, huh?”

“Guess so…” Moon tucked the stray wires back into himself and snapped his chest plate shut. He or Sun would deal with reorganizing their internals and working on maintenance later. Sleep was most important right now. He stood and scooped Summer up behind the back and under the knees and began carrying her to her room. She didn’t question or even comment on it, honestly glad she was spared trying to force her already energy-deficient body to do anything else tonight.

“Heh… Cute.” Moon mumbled this as he set Summer on her bed. For a moment, she wondered why but realized what he was referring to when a plush Moondrop was shoved in her face.

Ah, right. Those.

“What are these~?” There was a teasing little lilt in Moon’s voice as he held the doll up and shook it side to side. The small bells on it jingling, along with the larger ones on the real Moon’s wrist.

“I… miss you guys sometimes. That’s all.” She grabbed the small doll of himself that Moon held and grabbed the Sunnydrop plush still resting on her second pillow and placed them on a small table by her bed.

“But I guess I won’t need them anymore.” Summer scooted under the covers on one side of the bed and flicked the covers up on the other side. Then looked at Moon expectantly. He got the cue and set himself onto the other side. Soft clicks and clacks of his joints were heard as he settled down into a side lying position.

"Actually! One second!" Summer tuned back to the plushies, now banished from their usual place on the second pillow, and snatched up the one of Sun.

She turned back to face Moon and smiled as she placed the Sun between them. "There we go. All here now."

The sound Moon made was hard to describe. It was soft though and was kind of like a sigh, but happier? And the way he seemed to settle even further into the pillow seemed to suggest it made him feel relaxed. The most tell-tale sign of his emotions came after this though. One that Summer was used to looking out for on the animatronics’ limited facial features. His optics blew wide, going from small pinpricks of laser-focused red, to a wider size and less intense red color.

Yup, he was relaxed. Which was good.

“Do you need anything else before bed?”

Moon’s optics flickered off all together, leaving them a blank white as they typically looked for Sunnydrop. “No, don’t need anything else.” He reached out and placed a hand on her upper arm and rubbed at it gently. “Sleep tight, Starlight.”

“Sleep tight, Moondrop.” Summer shifted closer to Moon and smiled when his arm moved to wrap around her completely. “And I’ll see you in the morning Sunnydrop.”

Summer felt his faceplate press against her forehead and remain there just before finally drifting off to sleep.