Call me Bean/Beans. Kai is fine, too.
I AM A MINOR!
B-Day: June 20
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Main fandoms are:
TSAMS
WoF
TFC
The Hunger Games
FNAF
TADC
Steven Universe
Avatar the Last Airbender
House of Puso
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I HAVE A GF. RAWR.
Pronouns: She/They/It, preferably They/Them.
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You can find me on-
YouTube, Wattpad, Discord, Pony Town, Roblox, ao3:
JustA_Bean7890
I wanted to post this on YouTube, but sadly, I couldn't. So I'm relying on Tumblr.
This is going to be based off Moon and his memory trouble, as well as past experiences. I'm not joining this except to do the intro, which is everything before part one.
Rules: no NSFW, nothing above PG-13, and NO HARASSING OTHERS FOR PARTS. You may have more than one part, but please, be courteous of others.
If someone could make the thumbnail, that'd be great 😭
I half expected Moon to run up and hug Carmine right before letting him into the cell.
It sounded as though Moon was on the verge of tears, too...
If someone could make art of Moon running up and hugging Carmine right before he was in the cell, that would be great. It can be just a doodle or a comic or etc.
Idc, normalize kink shaming. Cause y'all be using “don’t kink shame” and “it’s fiction” to excuse being into incest, pedophilia, cannibalism, etc. Like, be so fr, you ship a 14 year old with a 30 year, want to get railed by your dad and want to see two brothers f*ck each other. I don’t engage with things fictionally that I don’t like/wouldn’t want to do in real life. Yes, I’m judging you.
I decided to make a writing prompt fic based off of PFADS!
[Prompt #1: Being Mistaken for Someone Else.]
You can also read the fic here!
(Sorry I think I fucked up the formatting)
“Still! I don’t get why we have these stupid chips.” Moon says. Both him and Solar were staying at the counter in the theater concession. Moon on one side of the counter and Solar on the other.
“I don’t get it either. Why manufacture so many chips if nobody buys them to begin with?” Solar responds.
“Because Fazbear is lazy and it sucks!” Moon sighed. “At this point, I might as well see the CEO of Fazbear have his head chopped off after all the shit that this wretched company did to my family.”
“Moon, don’t you think decapitation is a little harsh?”
Moon leaned over the counter and then whispered into Solar’s ear.
“Just curious, have you ever seen any executions?”
“Why..? Why would you ask me that?” Solar was in complete shock. He felt his hands starting to shake just at the mention of that. Why would Moon be curious about something.. something so horrible?
Solar contemplated the question for a few silent minutes. The longer he thought, the more he started to spiral.
“I mean, you know literally everything about the past so have you ever seen someone be executed?” Moon asks.
“I…M-moon, can w-“
“I mean just think about it! I’ve only seen things like a guillotine! And that was only from movies!”
Solar started to grasp the counter harshly.
You need to calm down! It’s not real anymore! They are all dead! They’ve been for centuries! Much, much shorter than the amount of time you’ve been in existence!
He told them about ancient methods and civilizations, old languages! Heck, he even answered their questions about religious prophets when he was asked!
But why? Why did he get this in return? When all he did was help!?
“You are a false prophet! A messenger of the devil! We will not allow you to curse our young any longer!” A strange animatronic said. Said animatronic looking awfully similar to Moon except his shining gold and azure blue eyes were replaced with a deep, deep purple. He had a black cloak on with clearly hand made clothing adorned on the rest of his body.
“You have to listen to me!” De vorige Solar shouted as he tries to yank his shackled arms away from the mysterious moon animatronic. “I am not a fraud! I have only come here to aid you all! You all are making a grave mistake by going through with this!”
He only heard more shouts and insults shortly before a blindfold was forcefully shoved onto his face.
“We refuse to listen to your deceitful tongue!” A old women in a muted yellow bonnet shouted.
“You shall pay for your sins with your life!” A rather short and chubby man slurred, clearly intoxicated.
He tried to squirm away. He needed to leave. De vorige Solar refuses to hurt any mortal unless deemed necessary. This isn’t necessary. He can just…
“Wait! Stop!” He shouts trying to get through to the crowd. The next thing De vorige Solar knew, he had his head forcefully pushed down onto a wooden surface. He cried in pain as the metal in his faceplate dented due to the force.
He knew it would be painless. Well, almost painless to say the least, but the people needed to listen! They were going to only cause trouble and agony for those around them! He couldn’t let that happen. It was his job as the embodiment of the past to spread out information to those in need! Why only now do they not listen to his words!?
“Please! You speak of wanting to protect your wives and children, and yet by doing this, it will only cause further harm!”
“Hah! The devil still thinks we’d believe its lies! Kill him already!”
“Make it quick! I don’t want to see this devil spawns’ face any longer!”
De vorige Solar tried to use a bit of his magic to get out of the restraints, only for the sound of a blade beating him to completing the spell.
It was him. Why why why why?! Why was he still alive?! It’s been centuries! He should be dead! Why is he..?
“Solar? Solar are you there?!” Moon? Shouts.
“I’m not a devil’s spawn. Please! You’re only going to cause harm to those you love! Please I beg of you to realize that there are no sins I need to…to..to..” Solar started to hyperventilate.
No! Please! He..he can’t!
“Solar breathe.”
He can’t breathe! Why can’t he breathe!
Moon slowly led his friend to the floor to sit down.
“You’re gonna be okay.”
Moon carefully rubbed Solar’s back and whispered words that the time deity couldn’t comprehend at the moment as soft cries were heard from the solar model.
Slowly, the eclipse’s breathing had slowed down and he ended up somewhat coming back to his senses. He was wide eyed and his hands were shaking.
Why? Why why why why why why!?
He tried his best! This is how he got repayed!? He doesn’t understand. Why is he the devil’s spawn? He only ever tried to share his knowledge with those in need!
“Solar. Can you name five things you can see?” Moon asks as he continues to rub Solar’s back in a calming motion to ground him.
“Th-the.. the floor..” Solar mumbled. Still breathing heavily.
“Good. You think you can name four more for me?”
“Uhm..y-your..hat?” Moon nodded.
“Okay. Three more things. You’re almost there.”
“My tears..?”
Since when did he start crying?
“The disappointment chips on the floor.” He sniffled.
“Great job. Can you name one more thing for me?” Moon inquired.
“You..” Solar quickly wiped away his tears, acting as if Moon never saw him cry in the first place.
“You don’t have to tell me what happened. So don’t feel like you’re obligated to, okay?”
Solar just nodded in response.
“Thank you. For dealing with me, I mean.” Solar looking at the floor.
“There is no ‘dealing with you’ Solar. You’re my best friend and there is never a time where it feels like you’re something to be dealt with.” Moon smiles.
“Right.” The words of, “If only they thought the same.” Was left unsaid.
