sppringtrap

I write fanfiction. 22 she/her

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Thank you!

Woah, thanks so much for the love on my first post! I'm glad you guys liked it so much! I've been trying to get back into writing so please feel free to message me with requests for headcanons and stuff.You can read and request on tumblr, archiveofourown and wattpad. <3

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Thanks again!

Tilly

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The darkest pit of hell is open for business 🔥🔥

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Spring trap scribbles cuz I wanted to draw some rabbit :-))

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I dont even know what timeline this game is on right now, but damn it do I want to fuck the sun robot. Hes got this unhinged appeal?

*Ew* Asking the right questions man.

Freddys also cool. He sound really friendly :). Man im just here waiting for fanfics for sun dude💀. Dont be surprised.

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Hello! Sorry if I’m asking for this again, but can I request a Sunnydrop X Reader where the Reader has self esteem issues? It could be Gender Neutral if you like, but I’m not sure if adding the issues of suicidal thoughts and self loathing would be too much. I would just like some personalized fluff. Thank you.

Hi! I had a cute idea for Sundrop having like a built in heat system that makes him warmer and lights him up. I hope you love it as much as I do!! Have a good day.

TW// self-deprecation

To be honest, I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle today. Everything felt heavy and I avoided every single mirror in my house whilst getting ready for work. Everything felt like a chore. I hated it.

I somehow dragged myself to my job that morning and felt like everyone was looking at me. Am I too fat for this uniform? Do I look bad? What is this feeling? I felt like I was being swallowed by my own brain. Just as it began to be too much, I felt like I got dragged out of my horrible headspace into reality by two giant hands cupping my shoulders.

Sun loomed over me, the bells on his wrists jingling as he swayed with me. I laughed and pushed his hands away playfully. “Good morning, friend! You looked a bit lost there, is everything okay?” He asked in his usual cheerful, goofy tone.

I smiled weakly before shrugging gently. He frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, gently moving his hands from me before gently taking my hand, bringing me away from the desk and towards the play area. He continued to lead me as he asked, “Well, talk to me! I can’t say that I will fully understand, but I’ll continue to be a listening ear, just for you!”

I shrugged as I began to tear up. The sudden kindness, even from an animatronic, felt so powerful.

Sun knelt next to me, looking at me with what felt like open arms… but for your eyes.

“Okay, well.. It’s hard to explain but, I struggle so much with comparing myself to others. I always feel like everything I do isn’t enough for everybody. I can never.. do enough. It doesn’t matter how much makeup I put on, how much positivity I practice… It’s still there. I don’t know what to do.”

Fuck.

I burst out crying and ran into his arms, wrapping my arms around his chest. He felt so warm and inviting for a robot. What was I thinking, Jesus.

Before I knew it, a soft glow came from his body, which acted a little like a warm water bottle. He held me and wrapped arms around me. “I can’t say I completely understand, but… I do know I think you’re swell! You are always a joy, friend! You can fight those thoughts, I can help. Keep yourself safe. For me.”

I looked up at him, feeling safe for the first time in a long time. I looked at him and he lit up like a Christmas tree. It was so nice. "Thanks, Sun. I guess it's just exhausting fighting them all the time. The poor soldiers in my head need a break!" I laughed with tears in my eyes.

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I'm going to be writing some one shots and headcanons later on. Prepare yo asses. I'm spiralling and considering writing some NSFW... sun and moon brain rot is getting to me yall. Help.

Thanks for all your requests, I'll try my best to get around to all of them!

Have a good day, friends. <3

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ARTISTS OF TUMBLR I HAVE A VALID REQUEST

I have a very fucking cute headcanon. Sun doesn't draw very well, very much like a young child, but Moon on the other hand is incredibly talented and for some reason programmed to be good at it.

Please somebody draw Moon painting on a canvas on an easel. Please. PLEASE. I BEG OF U. I need to see this.

THANKS

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Headcanons/YN requests

Hi again, just a reminder that I've got requests open still. I like writing. Give me ideas. <3

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Yo, I saw you were open for requests! Im new to Tumblr and still getting used to this all, sorry if im doing anything wrong ^^" I'm assuming y/n requests also means x reader? Please disregard this if it doesn't im sorry for wasting your time </3

But I wanted to request any general headcanons for a sunny/sunnydrop x male reader or maybe a fic if you can? A few ideas for a fic could be a dude who loves to dress up with neon kid-like clothing/nostalgiacore and likes to help out around the daycare, or an artist who really likes the designs of sunny and moon and draws them a lot :>

I barley see any x male readers, im dying for some over here!

I'm gonna write some HCs for this cause I just have absolutely cute thoughts!!

Sundrop LOVES when people draw him cause it lets him see how other people see him. He's always wanted to learn to draw really well but could never learn because nobody would teach him.

Poses like a French girl for you, enjoys every second of the spotlight!

Sundrop would also watch you draw, be extremely intrigued and watch intently.

Moondrop is the opposite. He hates to pose but secretly absolutely loves when the kids draw him. He has a secret drawer full of drawings that the kids have drawn him.

Moon doesn't get as much attention as Sun does. He gets secretly jealous sometimes, so y/n would draw both of them.

Moon would also be really intrigued by your art but HE IS JUST BETTER. He would be incredible at art and drawing, especially painting.

I have some more ideas but those are for another time :3

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hello you don't have to do this but somehow no one caught up on a genius idea of moondrop fluff with reader who has nightmares?? bonus points if he is angry for u not sleeping first but then becomes understanding of the situation

please moondrop is literally made to put children to sleep how is there almost no fics about that

I actually agree, people should write more about pre-vanny moon!! he is the absolute sweetest and softest. I hope you enjoy <3

I was supposed to sleep in the daytime for this night shift but I just could never relax. It felt so impossible, especially with these graphic nightmares I've been getting. I don't wanna see the horrific things I see in my sleep. It makes me so confused, sometimes I can barely tell if it was a dream or not, that's how realistic it felt.

Slouching on the desk, I tried to tune out the funky daycare song that seemed to play on repeat. I felt eyes on me as I took a deep sigh and rested my head into my hands to gain some sort of sanctuary from the fatigue. "Am I that boring?"

A slow, raspy voice spoke to me from atop the jungle gym. Leaping from the side to bounce back against the wire bolted to his back, landing on the ground perfectly. Unclipping the wire, he came towards me and leaned against the desk in front of me. With barely any light, it was hard to make out what I was looking at until I flickered my eyes up to see bright red practically boring into my soul. Could he be MORE creepy?

"No, no. I never said that. I'm just tired. I'm not sleeping well." I spoke in a quiet voice towards the end of my sentence. I rubbed my eyes before looking over at a box full of purplish-blue sweets. I heard they can help you relax, even if they're for kids. I decided to take a few and sit in the soft play area for a while. I felt like I'd get in trouble for this...

"Ah, ah, ah... I see... Nightmares, I presume. I'm sorry, I wish I could take them away." The robot spoke to me in a soft voice. Almost human-like emotions came from this hunk of metal. Weird, but nice. Comforting. "Those candies should help a little. In the meantime, perhaps I can help..."

The thing is, I wasn't sure if it would help. I'd tried everything; therapy, medications, even yoga. Nothing got these graphic thoughts to go away.

It's scary to think something like that will never go away. I wanted an answer, some sort of help.

There was a sofa inside the daycare, specifically for the parents waiting to pick up their children. I decided it wouldn't be such a big deal for me to just rest my head a little.

Unexpectedly, Moon sat next to me as best he could, barely fitting on the end of the sofa. "Come here." He spoke softly. Again. Something about his voice gave me so much comfort. That's when I started to feel the gummies work; my mind went a little hazy and my vision blurred slightly. I think he had noticed as my eyes started to hood a little.

I turned to look at Moon and after a few seconds, he gently scooped my shoulders with his large, steel hands and gently rested my head against his lap. This is when my face lit up bright red. "T-Thanks, Moon..."

He began to hum a soft tune to me and as he hummed, his face and body began to glow a soft blue. He felt like a heating pad right now; the lights behind his skin beginning to warm him up.

Considering he was made of metal, it was surprisingly comfortable. He gently stroked his hand through my hair, almost as if he was feeling every single strand. He jingled as he moved.

"Rest your eyes, doll... Everything will be okay."

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♡ I'm now open for submissions! ♡

Hello everyone! Due to the support on my recent posts id like to open up my submissions box and write some fanfics/little hcs of the things you guys wanna read.

this includes:

y/n submissions

character x character

nsfw

gore

(I am hyperfixated on fnaf snd security breach so please feel free I need help with ideas!)

if youre unsure if ill write what you want me to, just ask lol xd

Drink some water and have a lovely day. <3

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Chapter Three: Smile With Your Teeth

The room had a dollhouse feel to it. The bed looked tatty and old, kids sheets beneath a thin pillow. Alongside it, a rainbow table made of plastic with a singular chair. It seemed to be the only thing that fit him. In the corner of the room, plushies of the main 4 Pizzaplex animatronics, badly drawn art of them as well as self-portraits.

He seemed eager and excited to bring me here.

Sundrop began to cut cards with the safety shape scissors, gentle and focused. He kept looking up at me to make sure I was watching and learning. I tried to copy him with my piece of green card and failed dramatically. "Sun, I can't do this! This is hard." I whined, dropping my awful paper chain on the table. I bet kids half my age can do this shit.

For a second, he made no sound except his mechanical whirring, almost as if he was processing what to say. He leant towards me and gently placed his cold hand on my shoulder.

"Of course, you can do it! And even if you don't feel like it, that's okay. You can have mine!" He said, handing me the long line of paper people with a huge smile on his face. I smiled weakly back, taking my gift from his hands. He knew nothing about personal space, that's for sure.

"Why aren't you smiling with your teeth, friend?" He said in a tone I'd never really heard before. "Smile for me, sunshine! I wanna see those pearly whites!" He quickly reached to tickle me, and for fucks sake, I wish at that moment I was made of wood and not be the most ticklish on the planet. I erupted in laughter, pushing his hands off me as I kicked and squealed. "O-Okay, okay! Stop now! Jeez..." He stopped, hitting his head on the low ceiling as he stood up. He 'oww'ed and laughed it off awkwardly, embarrassed. I notice his cheeks begin to shine a light pink.

"Ahem, now that I've seen your big, lovely smile. I have to know... Why did you fall through the ceiling? We have doors, silly." He chortled, finding himself hilarious. I rolled my eyes and scoffed with a little laugh before tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Ha, ha... Very funny..." I responded in a sarcastic tone before, "I, uh, basically, well... I don't know if I can talk about it without getting upset." I laughed it off, a feeble attempt to stop the flood gates from opening. Moments later, tears began to well up in my eyes.

"P-Please don't cry, sunshine!" Sundrop hurried towards me, kneeling to be closer to my eye level. I couldn't breathe, it hurt to talk, so to try and get these thoughts and feelings out? Doesn't feel like it would happen in a day. Now that I think about it, I don't think anyone has ever noticed and cared that something felt off with me. Is it cause of his upgrades? Why was he so kind to me?

"Listen, whatever the problem might be, I'm here for you, pal! If you don't want to talk about it, we can just stick googly eyes on everything and cover the computers at the desk with glitter glue, make 'em look pretty. They always tell me no. No idea why!" He sat down, cross-legged and rocking back and forth gently, the spikes on his head retracting every once in a while.

"I came here cause I remember you from when I was a kid. My dad used to just drop me here when he didn't want to deal with me anymore. He randomly stopped bringing me here, I never knew why. Something about a kid going missing here, but that's beside my point." I slumped down and sat cross-legged with him, resting my forehead on his knee. He continued to listen, hearing the whirring again from earlier; it was almost as if I could hear what he was about to say.

"I just wanted a break. I needed time away from the yelling. I couldn't listen to it anymore. It's quiet here. You're here. I wanted to see if you remembered me... Do you?" I asked, looking up at him.

He grew close to me, grabbed me whilst his eyes flickered a bright blue, laser grids formed across my face. I blinked violently at the sudden light in my eyes, attempting to cover them with my hands. "Dude, not cool! Could've given me a warning or something! What are you doing?!"

His eyes flickered off again, lighting up back at their original white. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I do enjoy giving people a fright sometimes..!" The tall robotic sun gently patted me on the head, his whole hand covering the top of my head as he pet me for a second. I continued to blink, still dealing with the aftermath of being almost blind, realising how crazy it is I broke into this place. He tiptoed his fingers on my arm and up my shoulder to boop me on the nose, his oddly creepy head spinning gently. He continued to speak, "Anyway. As it turns out, you were on one of my guest lists 10 or so years ago, so yeah, I do remember ya! My memories work differently from yours though. It's hard to explain." He stood up and grabbed my hand, where we began to take a walk around the daycare.

"I'm real sorry kid. Nobody should have to hear or deal with it, you deserve happiness and kindness only, friend." He sat down beside me and looked at me with big, sad eyes. It felt like he was showing genuine emotion. Before I knew it, my face was cupped in his hands, where he gently wiped the tears from my eyes with his handkerchief over his thumb. He did this a couple of times before tilting my head towards him. "You're deserving of much more, friend. Much, much more. It will come to you, in due time - but for now, let me try my best to help you have a good day." As usual, he kept smiling at me. I nodded gently before giving him a genuine smile. I didn't feel alone at that moment.

Something about his overflowing joy, the encouragement he gave and his big goofy smile made everything feel okay. Well, I say 'okay'; I knew it would help me ignore the negativity in my life. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe. Safe from my feelings and my parents. He had an aura that made me feel whole. A new friend, I guess.

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Chapter Two: The Performance

I remember getting a part in a school play as a princess. I was so excited, so happy. When you learn all your lines, revise them over and over until you could practically say it backwards, you want to show somebody, of course - but my parents never wanted to see me practice. I felt so overwhelmed with excitement knowing my parents would see what I worked so hard towards. I was going to make them proud.

I tried to focus on searching for my parents in the sea of black shapes coupled with the fact I could feel the sweat on my skin wiping the face paint away, the textures of my pretty pink dress feeling like rusty knives scraping against me. I began to recite my lines, as confident as I could, as loud as my voice could be.

My father was a builder, always wore his work clothes everywhere. He'd always tread mud behind him when he came in through the door and my mom would always get so mad. He'd laugh and kick the boots off just outside the front doorstep before leaning over to kiss her as an apology. That's how I knew.

My eyes took their time to focus on the door at the back of the hall. My father, wearing his high-vis jacket and his usual muddy shoes. He took an aggravating phone call just outside the door, then left. The school choir began to sing the song I practised the most and as their voices slowly started to distort, my mother followed behind him.

I couldn't sing. Everyone else could.

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Under Sunlight - Chapter One

tw// implied abuse, liminal spaces, automatonophobia

(is also on archiveofourown which may be easier for you to read! please check it out: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36040657/chapters/89847394)

I’d always hated this kind of place. Well, I thought that anyway.

For a long time, I associated these bright, stunning colours with not very lovely things. With him. All the times I arrived through these doors as a replacement for a stupid fucking apology. He couldn’t say those words to me; he almost treated it like if he did… it was defeat. Maybe they did this when they both felt like they wanted everyone to desperately believe they were good to me.

Things seemed so big back then and the Pizzaplex seemed even bigger. Memories were vague of everywhere except the Day-care, especially when they both seemed like they wanted everyone to desperately believe they were good to me. Make sure I looked good enough to be publicly displayed like a neurodivergent circus monkey. They would dress me up in cute outfits to impress other people, make sure that awful hairbrush with the sharp bristles was tugged through my hair until the knots were gone and a different, new sauce was put in the wrong place on my dinner plate.

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“New friend…?”

A familiar voice. A feeling only comparable to arriving at home to a safe place. I couldn’t make out where it came from. It took all of my effort to attempt to move. After a little while, I managed to slowly open my eyes to bright spotlights, recoiling a little when I feel a cold, gentle hand against my forehead. “ How are you feeling, sunshine? I already alerted the nurse bots, they should come soon, but I did my best to treat you myself. I wasn’t sure which ones to go with, s-so I just chose what colour matches your eyes!” the words began to merge into each other as I attempted to take in the sight in front of me; a tall, looming figure sat next to me like a 2 year old child, gesturing to the rainbow-coloured band aids in its big, oversized hands. I realise where I am now. Oh, how could I forget about him?

His head sat on his shoulders almost awkwardly too big but fit just right, dressed in jester-type attire and had a face that was so intricate that you couldn’t take in everything at once. The sun and moon; polar opposites, overlapping each other. I heard the gentle purring of the machinery and the bells wrapped around his wrists jingling as he continued to put the poorly organised band aids back into his pocket.

I lifted up my hand to feel the bump on my forehead; it being surprisingly numb for how much blood slipped onto my hand. Everything felt numb. “W-Why am I here? I’m too old for this.” My voice echoed. In that moment I realised nobody else was around, not even the nurse bots that he had apparently called.

No sounds of children playing, the ball pit being thrashed around in or happy birthdays being sung, only an unsettling silence that filled the building. He stood up slowly, his shadow enveloping me as he reached out his cold hand to me. “Come with me, I have something to SUPER cool to show you!”