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Idk if I made a post about it when I posted it to ao3 but hey guess who wrote a 10k tsams au fic after like 5+ years of not posting anything lol
It's for an au I'm calling: Dust to Dusk! The fic name is "False, Fractured, Faceless."
(Due to a recent AI scraping within ao3, the fic is unfortunately locked to users with an account for now, just fyi!)
It's essentially a canon divergence au take on how differently tsams/eaps Eclipse could have evolved as a character if certain factors were changed, specifically if Ruin's rebuilding v.3 Eclipse and his subsequent back-ups weren't done quite correctly.
In short, this first fic takes a look into how this Eclipse experiences life with a chronic disability(or the animatronic equivalent) as a result from his repeated deaths, thanks to Lunar vaporizing the copy's first iteration with his powers- it led to corrupting the subsequent backups.
Also it's a bit o' Nexus arc redemption/deviation in that New Moon doesn't end up dabbling in DSP, just magic, and not for evil reasons!
So Eclipse similarly 'pulls a Nexus' and changes his name to Dusk. :)
The Au name Dust to Dusk is kind of. Really on the nose, if you couldnt tell xD
Let me know with you think? More fics of this au to come, seeing as I have several in the works already. 👉👈
When Virgil was told he needed to attend a party at Lord Ekan’s household he didn’t have high expectations by any means. Parties were just a place for rumors and whispers to circulate and for him to smile and pretend as if nothing bothered him, they were a space he rather avoid. But even so Virgil never regretted that party in particular, not when it changed his life entirely.
Virgil’s Guide To Avoid Falling In Love With Your Boss’ Boss - Complete
Virgil’s just trying to fake his way through life, but when he finds it hard to shake his hot boss’ boss’s attention- on account of their adopted sons being twins- things get complicated.
Step One: Totally Do Not Find Him Attractive
Step Two: Do Not Give Him Your Number
Step Three: Do Not Let Him Know Your Car Broke Down
Step Four: Don’t Bond With His Kids
Step Five: Do Not Go On A Date
Step Six: Do Not Talk About The Past
Step Seven: Absolutely Do Not Say It
Step Eight: Never, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never Go on a Fancy Vacation
I was wondering if you don’t mind writing a little prompt about Thomas or Nico meeting their sides 
First, I have no idea when u sent this ask but it's my most recent one, so if it's been weeks, sorry for that.
And two, My friend, buddy pal, my comrade, I have horrible news. I haven't written anything sanders sides in over 5 years now. Hell, honestly, I haven't watched anything Thomas sanders since...??? Whenever the last major story episode was, except that's not even true bc I think it was actually an ad? Like unless it's the season finale I've had v little motivation to return to SaSi content outside of remnant hyperfixation and nostalgia for when I was an active part of what felt like the height of the fandom, and yknow. My general love for the series.
Unfortunately, I remember very little about Nico as a result, and further more, don't have an interest in refreshing my memory currently, because my brain has moved on to a different YouTube series/show.
I still love and adore everything that made sanders sides so special to my heart in the first place, but the creative burnout was so real at the end there. I've got nothing.
It's kinda funny in retrospect cuz this blog is still so SaSi themed but it is infact my main blog. I haven't changed much because I still love SaSi and haven't really felt the need to change the theme, but it's probably a little misleading to those who see my blog and think it's just a SaSi artblog.
Sorry for that. Not really gonna change it though. ^^;
Moon was clearing out some of him and the family's personal belongs from the daycare Sun's glitter glue collection, some of Solar's tools that he kept in the daycare, Dazzle's drawings, a half-eaten sponge from Jack, and all Sun's old picture of Roxanne... for posterity. Moon picked up the box and began to walk out the dark daycare when he saw the large wooden doors of the daycare open, and three men in suits walked in. Fazbear executives. That's not good.
"Moondrop. We need to talk." *The man in front said, fixing his light blue tie.
"Okay, can this wait?" *Moon said, shifting the box under his arm. "Drop it, Moon." One of the other suits said. Moon looked at them all with distain they were ordering him around like a dog. He did as they said but kept his eyes on them, glaring at them menacingly. Moon leaned against the daycare reception desk and signaled for the executives to speak. The man in front cleared his throat and began to speak in a voice that sounded like he was some royal prince with the keys to the kingdom.
"You are aware you and your family's lives are uploaded to our servers and posted online, right?"
Moon nodded. "I'm aware."
The man in the middle chuckled and continued speaking in that overly cocky voice
"Well, we all at Fazbear HQ saw your... lastest video, and needless to say, we have some concerns." The executive's voice showed he didn't care at all for the mechanical family but clearly far more concerned for his bottom dollar.
"What video?" Moon asked, curious as to what video was uploaded. The executive on the right pulled his phone out of his tux pocket and showed the thumbnail of a video labeled "Sun and Moon are moving out?!"
Moon narrowed his gaze and nodded "Oh, wasn't aware that whole meeting got uploaded."
"Well, it did." The executive in the middle said, sounding a cross between annoyed and mad. "And we at Fazbear Entertainment understand that you and your family may feel concerned or feel like you need to fear for your lives, but you don't." The executive said in an overly cheery tone."If we recall The Creator... um.. Sven? Is dead. B-bloodmoon is gone, as well as Nexus. You and your family are fine and have no reason to leave." The executive said, flashing a smile that didn't show anything genuine, just another business tactic.
Moon stared at the executives and laughed. "Are you serious? Yeah, they're dead, but that doesn't mean something else won't show up!"
"What else could possibly show up?" The executive on the left said.
"Um.. The Astrals, The Dark Astrals, more evil versions of us, another wither storm, Dark Sun, literally anything at this point. I'm honestly surprised we haven't had a zombie apocalypse yet with all the stuff we've been through." Moon said, kinda impressed by Fazbear's obliviousness or lack of care.
"Ye-yes, well, here at Fazbear, don't view those people as threats at the moment. So, you and your family are safe and free to stay here." The executive in the middle said, fixing his tie nervously, trying to win a failing argument.
"No, we're not." Moon said, sounding more stern this time, making his tone clear and point known. "We aren't safe here at all! We have faced the literal end of the world, what could only be described as gods, and a weird blue guy who refuses to leave us alone! We. Aren't. Safe."
"Ca-can't you and your family just.. just install more security?" The executive on the right asked, sounding a bit nervous.
"Oh, like that'll help us! Touch that computer right now. Try to turn it on." Moon said, pointing to one of the computers on the reception desk. The executives looked at each other before trying to turn the computer on, only for nothing to happen. The screen was still black.
"It's not turning on." One of them said. "Exactly!" Moon exclaimed. "If you suits at Fazbear actually watched any of our f[Beep]ing videos, you'd understand why we're leaving! This dimension SSSSUUUUCCCCKKKKSSSS!"
Moon picked up the box of memories and began to walk towards the daycare door. "So, we're leaving. I wanna say it's been an honor, but it hasn't. I'll leave some of my tools here, and you can keep our spare parts." Before Moon made it to the door, the three executives ran to the door and blocked his path.
"Um... get out of my way."
"No." The executive in the middle said.
"No?" Moon said, both confused and angered by these suits' audacity.
"What do you mean?"No?"
"You can't leave." The executive in the middle said, sounding serious now, dropping the facade of care and going straight to business. "You and your family are Fazbear property. We own you."
"First off, you technically don't. Our dad made us and still holds our original blueprints. Two, he never sold you Earth. Three Lunar and Solar were technically made by us, and four f[Beep] off." Moon said, trying to step towards the door only for the head executive to step forward, blocking Moon's path, glaring at the much taller animatronic. The two other executives shared glances of worry and fear as their boss stepped towards the known murderer animatronic.
"We own you. We own your family. We own all of you! You don't have rights! You're machines! Scrap! You can be replaced and rebuilt at the drop of a hat!" The executive said, gritting his teeth at Moon. Moon leaned forward a bit and said with a smug smile. "Then do it."
Moon smiled wide and patted the executive on the head before pushing past him and opening the door, trying to end this peaceful before the executive did something that would make him angrier.
"Then maybe we will." The executive said in a voice that carried. Moon stopped and turned back to face the executive. "What do you mean by that?"
"We'll scrap you and your family and the gator if you leave this universe."
"We'll be out of here, you can't."
"We'll scrap you before then. One call to Fazbear and you, your brothers, your sister, and Monty will be rotting in a junkyard by the next day. Don't do anything you'll regret, Moondrop." The executive said, fixing his tie and slicking back his hair. His voice showed no remorse for what he said or what would become of the family, to him, the family were just machines, toys, scrap, not people, not souls. Just tools for profits and if they weren't making Fazbear money, they didn't deserve to live.
Moon let out a low chuckle. "Okay, I won't." Moon said as he stepped back into the daycare and set the box down next to him. The two executives on the left and right felt something was off as they watched Moondrop lock the daycare doors. The head executive smirked, believing he won the argument.
"See? I knew you'd see it our way. You're a good brother, Mo.." Moon cut off the head executive."Oh, no. I said I won't do anything that "I'LL" regret." Moon said with a sinister smile. He pressed a button on his blue forearm, and the whole daycare went on lockdown, lights turning off completely then flashing back on, but every light was now a deep red color. The roof opened up, and many guns, tazers, and blasters were aimed at the three men. They all had a look of panic on their face while Moon smiled wide, almost like a serial killer would before slaughtering his victims.
"Hey! W-what are you doing?" One of the executives said in fear, looking around the now blood red room. "Let us out!" The second executives said, trying to move out of the way of the gun barrels, but the gun seemed to follow every single movement he made. "Moondrop, let us out! I swear I'll scrap you and your whole family!" The head executive said, stepping closer to Moon, trying to threaten him, believing he still had some control in the situation. Moon grabbed the head executive by the throat and lifted him off the floor. The executive held onto Moon's arm and began to squirm and hit Moon's arm, trying to free himself, but it was useless. Moon was too strong.
"Now, let me make something PERFECTLY clear to you, Fazbear execs..." Moon said, stepping further into the daycare, making the two other executives walk backwards, trying to put some distance between themselves and Moondrop.
"You never owned us." Moon said in a voice that was clear but threatening all at the same time.
"We could have left anytime we wanted. You think it's just the daycare I have rigged? Nah. Every inch of this place has been under my control since..." Moon paused, trying to recall how long he's had full control over the Pizza-plex for "Since 2021. I have had this place completely under my control. All the cams? Mine. All the doors? Mine." Moon pressed a button on his arm to temporarily open the daycare doors. The two executives tried to bolt past Moon and towards the now opened door only for Moon to press the button on his arm again and have the door slam shut on the two attempting to flee executives. "The light?" Moon pressed another button higher up on his wrist and flashed every single light in the daycare on and off rapidly, temporarily blinding the executives. "Mine. Every single thing in this Pizza-plex is mine. You guys at Fazbear may think you own us... but ya, don't. Me and my family could have left at any time we wanted. I stayed for Sun cause he likes being a daycare attendant. Lunar stayed cause... well, he didn't know what else to do with himself after leaving Eclipse. Earth stayed because she liked the kids and wanted to spend time with me and Sun. Heck, Solar doesn't even like working here all that much. He only works here for access to the tools and free movies he gets to watch. None of us actually like working for you. That's no secret. What was a secret, though, is that I had this whole place rigged... and rigged to blow."
The choking executive glanced at Moon with fear in his eyes when he heard Moon say he had the whole Pizza-plex rigged to blow. "Y-you have what?" One of the fearful executives asked.
"Oh, yeah, did I forget to mention.. I rigged this whole place to explode if I ever needed to or if you guys tried anything like... this. I would have blown up the whole Pizza-plex. Heck, I planned on doing it a lot of the time, but then I remembered Sun really likes this job, and if I blew up the Pizza-plex, then where would all the other Glamrocks go? And I-I could just never find the time." Moon squeezed the head executive's neck a bit, cutting off almost all his air supply and carried on the conversation so casually as he did it was like he rehearsed this talk a million times.
"Now... he's what I'm thinking. I can tie all three of you up and rig the whole Pizza-plex to explode when I leave, turning you three and this place into a pile of ash..."
"Please, I have kids!" One of the executives pleaded.
"Or..." Moon paused on the "or" for dramatic affect. "I can let you all go... and we can pretend this never happened. You let me and my family leave. You guys can keep your lives and some of the channels revenue and me and my family get to move on with our lives without any worry of new threats coming for us. Got it?"
The three executives shook their heads up and down rapidly agreeing to Moon's terms.
"Good." Moon said in a sinisterly happy voice that would make the devil from the Bible shiver in fear. Moon threw the head Fazbear executive at his two executive buddies, knocking them all to the ground. Moon smiled, picked his box of stuff back up, and unlocked the door for himself. As the head executive gasped for air, he couldn't just let Moon walk away all victoriously. He had to be the one who came out on top.
"We.. we.. *gasp* have cameras.. we'll... we'll destroy you and your family with that footage. They'll see you a-as dangerous monsters."
"One they already do, and two, all the footage has been altered its just been seeing a loop of me cleaning the daycare this whole time."
The executive looked to a corner of the daycare and saw the camera was down, obviously stuck on a loop of Moon cleaning, just as Moon said. The head executive tried one last attempt to scare Moon into submission. "We'll.. we'll sue you and your family... you'll be scrapped."
Moon snickered and held onto the door
"If I recall you correctly, you said, "we don't have rights." You'd just end up suing yourself. Fazbear takes all the heat for our crimes, not us. Perk of being an animatronic." Moon said, smirking proudly. He began to walk out of the daycare, closing the large oak doors behind him. The head executive tried to speak again, but Moon shut him up with just a few simple numbers and letters. "3415 west avenue street, Hurricane Utah. You live in the blue two story house on the corner of Maple Street, and your wife usually picks you up at ten cause you work late and got your license suspended after a road rage incident even though she much rather be watching Judge Judy with her wine friends and talking about how she wishes she married the quarterback from high-school instead of you." Moon stared at the executive, giving him a look that silently said."Try me."
The head executive finally fell silent, snapping his mouth shut before he said something that really ticked off Moon. Moon took one last look around the daycare to see if any of them wanted to speak again. Once he was sure they were sufficiently scared, he smiled. "Good talk, gentlemen. Good night."
Moon took hold of the door and began to walk out of the daycare before he paused and added, "Oh, and in case any of you get any funny ideas, I also have your phones tapped and have already hacked every camera in Fazbear HQ so if you tell anyone... I'll know." Moon flashed one last sinister smile to the executives and finally left the daycare.
"Night, gentlemen. Been a pleasure working with ya."
the weird schrödinger's emotion that is "that character death was narratively satisfying and emotionally impactful and ultimately the best way to handle their character arc" simultaneously with "noooo but I wanted them to live :( :( :("
You won’t see this every day but making sure the system cannot proceed unless women have a seat at the table is the best possibly thing you can do in a place of privilege.
