𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧 - this is an alternate universe roleplay blog for the character MOONDROP from the franchise five night's at freddy's: security breach. this blog is MUTUALS ONLY & SEMI - SELECTIVE + heavily affiliated with @serotcnin. written by jack, 24.
affiliated with @serotcnin , @bontastiic , @sixkil
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MOONDROP is considered to be a separate entity from sundrop on this blog, as he will be his own animatronic ! everything else will be headcanon - based as i see fit.
temporary rules are beneath the cut !
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this blog is 18+ only, there will be nsfw content in the form of BLOOD & GORE - though likely no other. however, i would still prefer for all of my fellow writers to be of age, considering that i am TWENTY - FOUR myself.
there is no tolerance for drama of any kind here. anything mean towards myself or other writers will not be tolerated, we are all here to have a good time.
this blog is written with minimal graphics, but i do not mind how many or little that my partner uses ! your graphics choices are completely up to you, as mine are up to me.
muses are welcome to be as mean or unfriendly to one another as they please: THIS DOES NOT AFFECT MY OPINION OF YOU AS A WRITER! nothing said in character is ever meant to be a jab or a push out of character.
please do not rush for replies, i will draft everything that i see repliable & will do them as i have the time for it. my work schedule is never the same each week, which means that my time for writing is very sporadic !
"Uh oh." Bonnie sighed, showing the other his license labeled with his full legal name- which he hated. He needs to actually change it- legally. Of course, the picture was just a bit dated as well, he was still a brunette in his id photo, and his hair was just a bit shorter, but his faint freckles and buck teeth were still there. "What'd he do?" Bonnie looked over to his brother, he did not look happy. "Awe he knows he's in trouble too! Bobs." He pouted with a scolding tone. He knows his brother's expressions well.
HE TAKES THE LICENSE WITH A WELL - MANICURED HAND, using his painted nails to search down all of the information that he needs before he hands it back to them. he's fully prepared to give his speech to the older of the two. there is some resemblance to be had - giving him some relief that he isn't handing the child off to a complete stranger. ❝ ehe, ❞ starting off with a dark chuckle, he knows what he's about to say isn't funny in the slightest. ❝ little bobs thought that it would be funny to push a little girl in the play area today, multiple times. he's a rough one. he doesn't take well to being scolded either. then, during arts and crafts time, he decided to … experiment with the glitter glue in one of the girl's braids. a creative imagination for a little one, but we can't be sending the stars home in that condition. i'm sure you understand. ❞ looking down at the child with a stern expression for a moment, it's back to a lazy, lop - sided smile when he's looking at bonnie. ❝ we can only give so much reprimanding at the daycare, so i hope you have an adequate punishment in mind. ❞
"what do you want, hammer pants?" roxanne asks, her scantily clad form turning as she places hands on her hips. chin cocked as though tongue were loaded weapon. "you're messing up my calm before showtime." she says exasperatingly, huffing at the entrance to her dressing room.
"shouldn't you be in the daycare? or do you have nothing better to do?"
THIS IS ROXY'S DOMAIN, and he's impeding on it. inviting himself into her room as if it's his own. she is clearly getting ready for a show, but her business doesn't concern him in the slightest. his own boredom from the daycare closing for the day is evident in his appearance. ❝ i thought i'd come see the star right before the show starts. ❞ a lop - sided grin plastered on his face. ❝ wanna run through some EXERCISES? that always prepares me for showtime. ❞
sitting himself right on the vanity, he swings his long legs back & forth. ❝ the show always goes on without me, ❞ in other words, he wasn't particularly needed at the moment. sundrop was always the star pupil at the daycare, he was just an understudy.
HE’S STANDING AT THE CHILDREN’S TABLE, listening to this one’s woes. unsure of what to take of them, he doesn’t seem to fit in with the other kids that are in the daycare. no — he’s a good bit older than the lot of them, and he’s able to hold a good, meaningful conversation. perhaps that’s what made moondrop feel so inclined to listen to him. tilting his head to the side some, he stares with big, red eyes. hearing the other finish with a deciding statement. i never get to go anywhere. well — there wasn’t many places to go where they were right now. the daycare only had so many play structures. it was created to keep children inside — with a slide than only circled downwards. they didn’t want anyone to escape.
❝ well, let’s say that you could go somewhere. hypothetically, where would you go? ❞ crouching down at the table, he has taken complete interest in the other’s words. captivated by the thoughts of a child who would want complete freedom. while most of them craved it, they would learn that having complete freedom wasn’t all that it chalked up to be. he was able to go anywhere that he wanted — and yet, this was where he was.
Bonnie didn't mind picking up his baby brother from daycare, but he did wish that he didn't have to do it so often. Even still, as often as he came, he'd never seen this particular teacher before.
Before even talking to this person, he pulled out his driver's license, knowing he'd probably need it, considering Mom dropped off this morning.
"Bobs!" He called, getting the toddler to turn his head, but nothing more. "What?! What'd I do?!" Bonnie joked, running a hand through his blue and freshly dyed hair. "Hi, I, uh, I'm picking up Bobbi Bunnie?"
NO ONE ENTERS THE DAYCARE WITHOUT BEING NOTICED, & this blue - haired man is no exception to that. a bell chimes overhead as the door opens, and he enters. the child that he came to pick up immediately lights up, calling out to him. but moondrop is not allowed to let them leave with just anyone. there is proper procedures for each aspect of the daycare. letting children leave for the day was one of the most STRICT — not wanting them to be picked up by anyone who wasn’t their real guardian.
❝ ah, you must be here to pick up this little one. ❞ he says, tapping bobbi on the top of the head. ❝ i’m afraid we have a little bit to chat about before i let him go home with you. ❞ looking down at the little one with a semi - stern expression. he was a handful to say the least, and his bad behavior had gone all throughout the day. gesturing to see the other’s driver’s license before he continued to speak to him, he would save the talk for after he verified that the other was the correct person to send him home with.
𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, his interests required the high - energy personality that he had. moon was quite the opposite. he didn't CARE to have the energy to do the things sundrop did. clearly, he was too much of an angry person for a little bit of drawing to help him out. the bitter way he repeated his second idea back to him was enough to tell him it was again, not a good idea. it would be smart to avoid more broken art supplies. a paper plate was one thing, brushes & anything else would be a bigger problem. leaning to the side, trying to divert his attention from holding the googly eyes over his face. very rare for sundrop, he's quiet - thinking, instead of just suggesting something he'd use to calm down the children. ❛ or! OR! ❜ he seems a bit more excited than usual now, getting up from his cross - legged position on the ground & flipping over, now standing on his hands. at first, it seems like he's just trying to be entertaining, his weird tricks a large part of his personality, before he presents his actual idea. ❛ we could go over some scripts! act them out together? how does that sound? ooh, i'm SO excited! ❜ he says it like a question, but the way he acts suggests he's already made up his mind about it - it had been so long since he'd tried it & moondrop knew how strong his passion for the theater was, something he couldn't truly express anymore.
EVERY ACTIVITY THAT THEY DID HAD TO BE PHSYICALLY DEMANDING IN SOME WAY, otherwise the other didn't seem to want to take part. sitting quietly & listening to music wasn't his style. not unless it was upbeat music that he could dance along to - which really was not moon's preferred tastes. if he handed him any more art supplies, there was no guarantee what would happen to them. he would likely misuse or break them at his own will. watching as the other did a somersault right in front of his eyes, he would have given him a little frown if he could have. his face was permanently affixed in a smile, not allowing for a wide variety of facial cues. ❝ it sounds like you've already made up your mind. fine, we can do that. but don't except a star performance. ❞ except, he could have. this was something that they were created for. there was no way that he would give anything but peak performance when it came to acting. the both of them had a great passion for the theater - loving the idea of doing plays, or reading out scripts to one another. their hard - drives were full of plays that they were intended to preform for fazbear customers that had ended up scraped at the last second. redesigning them for a more child - like approach. stretching his long arms out above his head, the bells at the end of them jingling as he did so, he could hear mechanical joints snapping into place again. ❝ what performance shall we give this time? ❞
DARKNESS SURROUNDS HIM ⎯⎯ the flashlight in his grip barely pushing through the denseness of it. how the hell was he always ending up in these situations ? thank god he hadn't accidentally dragged abby into it. again. " i know you're there, @melatcnin . . . "
THE DARK IS HIS FAVORITE PLACE TO LINGER, shying away from the lights as if they would burn him. even the beam of a flashlight would send him running away. hearing the sounds of footsteps, his natural curiosity got the best of him, metallic sounds following his movements. ❝ UH OH, you found me. ❞ he sings out, like the two were playing a game - his tone is free of malice. ❝ this place is off - limits you know, ❞ it's a partial threat, still using the same sing - song tone that would imply he was toying around.
no , an animatronic doesn't need to eat . there is nowhere for that food to go , obviously . but that does not stop the chicken where she's even been caught rummaging through the trash , much like now , the daycare attendant's other half , catching her as she's bent shoving at much into her beak as possible . there is shame &* some embarrassment as she comes to stand straight . learned emotions within the pizzaplex for the chicken . all to make these animatronics more lifelike though she still comes to stand with her hand on her hip . ❝ hey , what's going on . didn't expect to see you here . ❞
IT'S NOT UNCOMMON TO CATCH CHIKA IN THIS STATE, but every time it comes as a shock. her posters depict her as such a clean - cut animatronic, not one that you would ever catch in the backrooms of the kitchen trying to shovel garbage into her beak. his interactions with the pink - themed animatronic have been slim so far, he's not ventured into any of her activities out of sheer curiosity. all of them are themed around food - seemingly fitting with her personality. ❝ ehehehe - i could say the same for you, didn't expect to see someone rummaging around in the trash cans. did you find anything interesting? ❞ crouching down in from of her, he's peering into the exact spot that she was picking from - looking for what must have been so tasty about it. ❝ i was looking around for something of interest, it seems i haven't found it yet. ❞
Oh, Bonnie flustered heavily at the label of busy little bunny. Yet he stood strong at the prospect of dealing with fussy toddlers- it wasn't any different from what the band put up with on a daily basis. He couldn't count how many times Freddy's been asked to hold a baby or the freaky attempts from single mothers trying to seduce him. It almost competed with the ogling eyes from desperate fathers constantly watching Roxanne and himself.
Having a chance to step away from the limelight was more than welcomed at this point.
" Don't . . . call me bunny. " Bonnie's hand finally slipped away, position now symmetrical to the other. He continued to examine Moon's face. " The afternoon show is only an hour at most, never more. I can make it here before three to give you time to prepare. Anything you need, I'll help you with. "
Another peek at their surroundings had the rabbit side-stepping his companion. Quick scans gathered data to store away for future references; after several seconds, little exclamation points with text popped up on his HUD. It seemed as if the structures in the daycare were up to date; Bonnie would find time to thoroughly examine each one at a later date.
" Can you show me how a usual day would play out? "
HIS LITTLE NICKNAME DIDN'T SEEM TO GO OVER WELL WITH THE BUNNY, but it was his reactions that kept him going with it. anything that could get him to squirm.
moondrop wasn't accustomed to life outside of the daycare, so he had no knowledge of what really went on during the shows that bonnie was mentioning to him. his experience was with fussy parents who worried about their children's safety being left with two animatronics for the majority of the day. they would constantly have to remind them how well - equipt that they were to deal with any situation that occured. though most of it was just sundrop running around like a chicken without a head.
❝ my apologies, BOOOONNIEM. ❞ his name came out dragged out by the moon's muffled tone of voice. ❝ i'll be expecting your help. everyone knows that we need it here. ❞
everything in the daycare was kept up - to - standards, the two animatronics that ran it were well aware of the ages & state of each of the play strutures - as well as all of the toys that they kept. keeping them in order was a must.
❝ a usual day, ❞ and he is thinking. remembering what it was like when he was in commission. ❝ eight in the morning, the children are dropped off to us. this is the start of the day. they come with plenty of energy, no need to worry about that - more than sundrop can handle on his own. usually, they are allowed time to run around and play for a while. then there is snack time, that's around eleven. craft time is after - then two in the afternoon is nap time. that's when it's my turn to deal with them. there is a room specified for this, it's kept dark at all times. i will read them a story, ❞ he stops for a moment, making sure that his audience is still listening.
❝ naptime lasts for two hours. then there is an hour of play that lasts until the parents come and pick them back up. however - there is no set time for this. certain parents come at different hours, depending on when they are free from work. did you get all of that little bonnie? ❞
❝ UM .. YEAH, YEAH THEY'RE GONE. ❞ Hailey's awkward stance in the doorway only intensified and she found herself leaning more on the pole holding up the whole place than on her own two feet. She couldn't really find the courage to fully look him in the eyes, her own batted lashes smudged both from the day before them and from wiping them in an attempt to be rid of waterproof mascara. ❝ I just wanted to check up on you since ya kind of .. left us in the dust. You okay .. ? ❞
If it wasn't the obvious expression she was giving him that gave her concern away, it would be her voice. How it was hushed and worried; she was about to cry herself seeing him like this. SHE NEVER DID WELL WITH OTHER PEOPLE. Her co-workers especially, so imagine her surprise when Moon completely disappeared from the scene after an unhappy parent expressed just how unhappy he was with them.
It was funny, in a way. For the first time, she wasn't even BOTHERED by his words. If anything she only used it to fuel her response, and it was HER TURN to ban someone from the Superstar Daycare.
❝ You didn't deserve what happened, I'm really sorry, ❞ She mumbles, fidgeting with her half unbuttoned dress while finally gaining the courage to look at him, ❝ He won't be coming back, if that helps at all .. . ❞
HE DISAPPEARED WITHOUT ANY REASONING, not thinking about being professional in the moment. their little spat had already crossed the line of unprofessional the moment that he had shed tears, knowing that it could have ended up with his job on the line. he was an IMPORTANT FIGURE in the daycare, but that didn’t mean that he was immune from everything. BLAME could still fall on him & if he didn’t have any good defense towards his actions — he could be suspended, or worse. he didn’t like to imagine how they would function without him, knowing that sundrop often went through surges of anxiety that required someone with a calm head to be around. he was failing to be that person today, but everyone had their off - days.
the worry in her voice should have soothed him, made him feel happy that she felt some form of worry for him as a coworker. but it didn’t. it only made fuel for his embarrassment. knowing that he needed to be better than a tantrum over a disagreement with a parent. it didn’t matter if he was in the right, it was his job to mediate disagreements — quelling any concerns that the adults had about how they ran the place.
❝ i wasn’t worried about that. ❞ moondrop comes back quick; a move to save some of the pride that he had lost. his face still can’t be fixed without a bit of soap & water. they both knew he was crying by now — trying to make the current situation seem any different was equally as childish. ❝ i could have handled it, i just . . . needed a moment. ❞ standing up straighter — he seems taller than usual without his slouching. ❝ i know you guys have my back, but — ❞ but what? it wasn’t as if he was doing anything useful in the moment. he was hiding away to cry his eyes out; letting the words of an angered parent seer his core. ❝ next time, i’ll do better. it won’t happen like this again. ❞ his words would have sounded stronger, had they not been accompanied by a sniffle.
IT WOULD NOT END UP LOOKING AT ALL HOW MOON WANTED IT TO, that much was for certain. sundrop had not even looked in the mirror to see what it looked like on him, he didn't feel the need to. if moon thought it looked good on him, that was enough for him to trust. he wouldn't let him go around looking like an idiot - he was far too serious about their job. it paid well, for how much sundrop could hate it at times. nodding at his words, it was clear he was not actually listening to him at all, only focused on the task at hand. he ties it just a little bit too tightly, but not enough to strangle him. the bow is not nearly as neat as it should have been, but he fastens it with the clip anyway, barely doing much to fix it - it was as neatly as he could do it regardless. he was far too excited to get to participate, as if he really expected moon to tell him no - he never got no's from him. ❛ where did you come up with this idea? ❜ their outfits were the same at times, others they were not - the kids always liked something fresh, even if sundrop didn't think that they even noticed at all. his clothing always ended up ruined by the end of a shift regardless, covered in paint and glue. ❛ it looks good, RIGHT? i did a good job? ❜ he didn't, but that didn't change his desire to hear it regardless.
HE DIDN’T MIND IF IT WAS A LITTLE BIT LOP - SIDED, he could fix that. as long as it was manageable for him, he wouldn’t mind. his own appearance was always a lot more clean cut than his coworkers; mainly because he was not having to deal with the children hands on with arts & crafts material. his part of the work didn’t have to do with messy work — no, he dealt with the bedtime stores & soft songs. everything about him was intended to make the children sleepy. it took a creative mind to ensure that their outfits were slightly different day in & day out; but his lack of participation in arts & crafts didn’t mean that he didn’t hold a love for creativity. his own was just more theatrical than a couple of paper pals. he was an expert seamstress at his core, which was exactly where their fancy clothing came from. they had no mandatory uniforms for the daycare — not when they maintained a face of the business. ❝ i dunno, i just thought they would make unique necklaces. i saw them at the crafts store last time we went. ❞ he hated to take all of the credit for it — but he LOVED it all the same. a little sheepish at the explantation of his idea. unlike his counterpart who was begging shamelessly for the praise that he desired so desperately. walking over towards the mirror, he could already feel that it was pulled a bit tighter than he would have liked. making a few quick adjustments out of sundrop’s view; he pulled the bow into a more sturdy position — not wanting it to come undone. ❝ it looks PERFECT, now don’t forget your bracelets. come here. ❞ he beckoned, ready to finish adorning his sun in his accessories for the day.
