A/n: well...it's been a hot minute hasn't it? Sorry to keep you all waiting, I'm sure many of you know by this point that I'm going through a real rough patch right now. But I did manange to finally finish and edit this chapter. So enjoy!
Dusk moved through the halls in quiet and panicked movements, their agility showed in their ability to jump and crawl into random nooks and crannies. The lights had gone out a few moments ago, making their rush to find you all that more anxiety-inducing, their thoughts wondering to what harm could become of you from walking alone in the darkness. However, despite their rush, they made sure to keep out of sight from the others that walked down the halls, always peeking around corners to ensure that it was empty and paying close attention to the sounds around them.
Neither of them saw the others very often in their daily lives, not that they hadn't tried to make acquaintances on more than a few occasions. Since the Bonnie incident though they had decided it best to keep their distance. Rumor said it was one of the four stars that had put Bonnie out of commission and if that was the case then the two of them wanted absolutely nothing to do with them. They had both preferred DJ anyway, even if seeing him was even more of a rarity.
Their thoughts didn't stay on that long though as they continued through the many empty halls in search of their lost kid, eventually finding their way down to rockstar row. They rather despised this place, their attention caught by glowing signs and bright names that they were never given. How the stars had their own pods all over the plex to charge in, how they got to roam around and do as they pleased while the two were stuck in perpetually similar days, unable to leave that large bright room. Well, not entirely unable. Moon often left during the night. Sun was always too afraid to be caught-
They stopped, suddenly noticing a peculiarity they had just passed. They turned their heads back to the four rooms, trying to spot what had caught their attention.
'What is it?' Sun asked, confused as to why Moon seemed to find an interest in something Sun saw little to no change in.
'Roxy's curtains...They're closed' Moon finally pointed out, their eyes locking onto the peculiar sight.
'And...? Do you think Y/n's in there?!' Sun asked, panic taking over his tone as the two of them slowly stepped towards the room, still very aware of their surroundings, afraid that any of the others might spot them.
It wasn't like they weren't allowed to be out right now, they had been given permission by Vanessa after all. However they weren't quite sure the others had seen them like this before, not to mention that their mission at the moment wasn't what they had been assigned. Frankly they just wanted to keep you away from any of the others in fear that they might give you back to your parents tomorrow. Or maybe they'd realize Sun was the reason you were here and both of them would be decommissioned because of it. In short, they had every reason to hide and no reason to be seen.
'Maybe' Moon responded, both of them now standing at the purple curtain covering their view into the glass. However, just at the bottom there was a small window of dim purple light that peered through, a triangle space no bigger than a soda can held ajar by a most fortunately placed toy. Slowly leaning down they looked in through that window, their wires sparking with joy the moment their eyes landed on who sat inside.
They found you!
The first thing they spotted was your distressed state, your eyes looking around the shadowed room in quiet panic, though remaining sat on the floor with a plushy tightly held to your chest. Your fear sparked their own, their worry multiplying as they wonder what hell the narcissist of the four stars might have put you through. Seeing as you hadn't noticed them yet they decided the best way to get your attention was to quietly tap on the glass, hoping that the sound wouldn't attract others. It was enough for you to hear though, your eyes slowly falling to meet theirs.
They found you.
Was your only thought as horror went striking through your veins, your eyes widening at the terrifying glow. You quickly scooted away from the window though you only got so far before your back hit the cold metal of a door, a squeak of fear following after.
They stood, jingling following the movement as the bells on their feet gave little regard to any previous attempts as silence. They made their way to the door, quickly pulling and pushing on it. But no matter what way they tried the door didn't budge. It did nothing but further grow your fear.
"[Sunflower] [Lamb] hurt?! [Okay] [Alright]!?" Their voices melded into a whispered yell as words overlapped and glitched through one another. Their voice was a horrifying sound in their panicked state, instilling the discomfort of tv static.
"It's okay! Us! Us. There's no need to be [scared][frightened]" they continued to mess with the door, the clacking of their metal against it causing you to curl into a ball, afraid that they might make it through. After a few more moments they stopped, sudden silence falling over the room.
"Y/n?" They whispered, their voice quiet, almost calm. You felt your stomach sink at the name. You held your plush tighter, hoping that they would stop.
"Scared...dark? Or...I-I-Is it uh-uh-us?" their voice glitched further, though a strange tone had fallen in it. A tone that caught your attention with its almost sad quality. You remained silent.
"It's us?" They asked again, to which you once again said nothing. That was response enough though.
"We're sorry...we didn't mean-mean to. We were...sc-sc-scared too! We thought you were hurt! That someone-someone hurt...Sorry. So so sorry little starlight" they apologized profusely, followed by what you best described as robotic crying, a sound you wouldn't have ever thought was possible.
You were frozen now in not only fear but shock. You almost couldn't comprehend the strangeness of that sound, to hear it come from someone other than yourself. It was almost surreal. But was it what you thought it was? Or was it just a strange sound they were making? It sure sounded like crying, but it was hard to tell. Either way, you felt guilt slowly start to soak in at the thought that you had somehow greatly upset them, even as terror still built in your system.
So you stayed in silent indecision for a while, unsure what to do now. When it didn't go away you slowly stood up, your feet hesitant as they began to move, the weight of your body as you approached almost too much to take so much as a single step. You held your plushy tighter, hoping it would give you some comfort.
You soon stood next to the door, pressing your ear against it, hoping maybe you were wrong, maybe they were fine, maybe you had mistaken a sound of anger for a sound of sadness. However, all listening closer did was solidify that you hadn't heard it wrong.
You made someone cry.
You had never heard someone else cry before, let alone been the reason for it. You feel your guilt grow, the thought now resting in your mind. It was your fault. Your fault, your fault. You really were such a horrible child. Such a selfish brat. Your fault, your fault.
Your hand began to slowly rise, hesitating right above the door handle. You felt fear still dwell within you, though your guilt was slowly outweighing it. Despite how terrifying the new bot was, you hadn't meant to hurt it.
So, being a child unaware of the true dangers of this place, you turned the door handle and cracked open the door, not having given much thought to anything other than your guilty conscience.
On the other side, sitting in a curled-up position, was what had terrified the life out of you only a few moments ago. Their mechanical muffled sobs continued as they remained oblivious of you at the door. You didn't move for another moment, assessing whether or not what you heard was real. After which you quickly deduced that they were very genuine in their crackling sounds of sadness. So you slowly opened the door a little more, trying not to trigger any sudden movements from them. Once the door was fully open, and you stood a few inches away, you finally spoke.
"Sorry" You spoke in almost a whisper, their head popping up to turn towards you, one of their eyes glowing a swirling red. They stared in stunned silence for a moment, no movement made between the two of you.
In a split second they grabbed you, pulling you into their four arms before you even had a moment to register it.
"You're safe you're safe you're safe" they repeated in a crackled whisper, their sudden hug tight but not bone-crushing. You didn't dare move, your eyes wide with shock as confusion and fear were written on your features. After a few seconds they pulled away ever so slightly, two of their hands holding your face while the other two continued to hug you. They began to turn your head in every which direction, looking for further injuries.
"Hurt?" They asked simply, the once red glow of one of their eyes turning to a light shade of purple. You shook your head, their shoulders falling as you did. After that they seemed to relax some of their previous spastic movements.
"So glad you're [okay][alright]. We thought you...you weren't safe" they spoke with a tone of relieved worry as you began to calm a little more. They hadn't hurt you yet, hadn't even tried to. And as you stared longer you began to see the previous parts of the two that had calmed you when you first got here. Though their forms melded they remained familiar, at least enough for you to recognize that they were the same from before. This realization allowed you to remember the kindness the two had shown you, which made you feel all the worse for having made them cry. There was a short silence for a moment before their attention suddenly turned away from you and began to look around.
"It's not safe here. Not with [them][the others]" they spoke before swiftly standing up, you still in their arms. You clung on tightly, afraid that you might fall. Before you could really even get a word in they began walking, their long strides allowing for a faster speed than you could ever hope for with your tiny legs.
'Roxy did their hair' Moon's voice carried in their head, their eyes staring forward but occasionally glancing back at you.
'Yes, she did...does she do that a lot?' Sun asked, though his voice was quite a lot more cautious than Moon's.
'I don't think so...' was Moon's reply, which only further put Sun on edge. Why would she do that? Why were you left alone in her room? What was her motive? How did she even come into possession of you? Was she planning to bring you to Vanes-?
They froze, the clacking of familiar shoes approaching them. They turned every which direction, soon finding no safe place for them to hide whilst holding you. Usually they would just jump somewhere high up, or dive into a dark corner. However those options weren't viable with you in tow. So, thinking as quickly as they could, they spun and hid you behind them with two of their arms, holding a finger to their mouth in a shushing motion. They then quickly spun back around, taking only a few steps before Vanessa came into view. She perked up upon seeing them, though what caught their attention more was the thing that lay unconscious in her arms.
"You found [it] [him]?" They spoke with an inflection of a question, even if it was obvious. She smiled, almost proudly, at the declaration.
"Yep. Caught him just as he was heading down the elevator. Do you know where Chica is?" She asked, skipping over any conversation and moving straight to what was on her mind. They only thought a moment before shaking their head, her proud smile falling quickly with the response. She let out a huff, swiftly moving past them, their body turning with her pace to keep you hidden.
It was in this swift moment that you caught a glimpse of what was in her arms, your eyes widening upon seeing Gregory. Your first thought was that he was hurt, your second was that she had hurt him. Your mind went back to earlier and his hesitance to seek her help at all. You quickly learned that this must be why.
Vanessa went back to grumbling as she walked off, very annoyed at not having found the bird-like animatronic. Dusk took that as their cue to leave, backing away until they were far enough out of sight to turn around, placing you back in front of them.
They were left shocked upon seeing your tear-filled eyes, your head peering in the direction Vanessa had gone. They went back into panic mode again, your tears causing them great distress.
"Crying? Wh-Why crying!" Their voice box glitched a little as they addressed your state. You looked up to them, fear evident in your eyes, though not because of them. Rather the thought that your new friend might even be dead.
"He...He was my friend" you softly spoke through a choked voice. They became confused for a moment, unsure of what you were referring to. That was until they walked back the previous moments, drawing the only conclusion they could, even if it was one they hardly believed.
'Are they talking about the lost child?' Sun asked, a question that manifested a confused feeling from Moon that both of them felt.
'Lost child? You mean the thing that Vanessa was carrying?' Moon asked, another wave of confusion running through them.
'That was a child...wasn't it?" Sun, now thoroughly bewildered, asked Moon.
'No, that was anything but a child. It was dangerous. It snuck in during the day, my security measures told me to disassemble it' Moon explained in a precise tone, one full of conviction. Sun, not having these security measures, was inclined to believe Moon. After all, the boy- er uh- thing, had caused him great strife earlier tonight. It wouldn't be too far to say that it was dangerous to those that weren't made of metal.
'but it looked like a child...' Sun only half-heartedly argued, his conviction in his prior belief having weaned incredibly.
'It was made to bypass our security measures. It failed' Moon's words made sense. After all, they were some of the most advanced animatronics and the company had been rather strict about constantly updating and improving their security.
"You mean what Venessa was holding?" They asked you, you gave a nod as you tightly held your Roxy plush. They didn't quite like that you had kept the stuffed toy, though they also weren't about to take it from you.
"[Sunflower] [little lamb], that wasn't a child. It was dangerous" they tried to explain, though that only caused confusion to fall on your face. They stepped into the elevator before trying to explain it better.
"It was made to look like a child, but it is dangerous. It has caused a lot of problems" they continued, which only earned a further confused look to grow on our face.
Dangerous? Gregory hadn't been dangerous! He had helped you!
Well...he did kind of put you both in trouble with Roxy. And he had tried to get you to go back into the vents- but that- that wasn't...
He wasn't trying to get you hurt was he-?
You felt the pressure of two cold thumbs across your cheeks, only now realizing that tears had started to fall down your face. Despite their immovable facial features, you could tell that they were quite upset to see you crying. At least that's what you assumed when they had gone to wipe away your tears.
"Just stay close to us" they asked, their tone softer than before. Despite your previous terror in their presence, you felt safe with them. It felt nice to have someone hold you as you cried, even with how surreal it was. It felt-...
It felt like everything might just be okay...
So you nodded, hoping that the world would remain calm, if only for a little while longer.
It was then that the elevator doors clicked open, their feet stepping outside before they froze in place. Confused as to why they had suddenly stopped, you turned to where their eyes now stared, only to come face to face with the famous bird themed animatronic known as Chica. She stood with a pizza in hand, another pizza falling out of her mouth, and her eyes locked onto the strange scene in front of her. No one moved for a moment, your breath held in your throat at the suddenly tense scene, though you had no clue why they seemed to find the other so strange. That was until Chica broke the sudden silence with a yell.
"Who are you!?!?"
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Soooo uh...what if I updated my Sanctuary Of Nightmares fic huh? What if- what if I just did that y'know? Like I just posted the next chapter what if I-
My favorite trope subversion is when there are two beds, but both characters are trying to desperately find any reason to share one without outright admitting they want to share. Lovely mutual pining right there.
Rolo was getting a little restless when she was left alone since she is such a playful baby so I ended up getting her sister too! Her name is willow and she's so ✨p r e t t y✨
Hi! I was just wondering if you are still gonna write for Sanctuary Of Nightmares? I found that really comforting and we kinda got left off in a cliffhanger. . .
Yeah, I am most definitely still working on it! I've just been dealing with a lot personally and with one of the worst writers blocks of my life. I'm hoping to get back into writing as soon as possible, but with everything that's going on that could be a few weeks or a few months from now. I really want to write again, and I do love my stories, but it's just all a bit too much right now.
I got this babe for my birthday! Her name is Rolo and if anything happens to her I will literally die. She's my sweet baby I'm gonna protect her with my life
NO ONE WANTS TO CONSTANTLY HEAR ABOUT HOW LONELY AND DEPRESSED YOU ARE ON RANDOM FUCKING POSTS!!!
Listen okay, I get it. Depression is incredibly difficult to deal with and isolation can make it feel like you're alone in a world full of billions of people. However this doesn't give you a free pass to express those feelings to anyone you come across. No one wants to go into the comments of a feel good story and see them full of "God I wish people cared about me" and "it's cool to have people care about you, at least I guess so"
I mean imagine what it's like to see all those comments when you're the person who posted the story? It's like no one can post happy stories anymore without waves of people making them feel bad for it. Whether that is unintentional or not. It's just so fucking draining to live in a world where people can't be happy, or share a silly story, or say people care about them, without large swaths of people making them feel so shitty for it. As if sharing their moment of happiness was somehow wrong when others are so miserable.
Life is hard, and this is not a call for you to be quiet about your pain. If you're feeling lonely or depressed or are in any bad state of mind. I want you to talk about it. It want you to seek help and get that help in return. But putting that trauma onto random strangers isn't okay and it isn't funny either. Imagine saying that stuff to a real person? Imagine someone telling you that their birthday party went well and then saying "damn, wish people cared about me that much". You're making people feel guilty for being happy. You aren't trying to improve yourself. You're making yourself harder to be around.
I understand that misery loves company. That phrase is very apparent in any place where misery is often found, but most apparent when there should be none of it. So please, let people just have happy stories. I just want to read something without being reminded how horrible other people's lives are. It feels like you people just want everyone to be as depressed as you. That we should all just give up and accept that life just sucks and happy moments are fleeting.
Well I'm sorry, but as a person who has spent the majority of their life living in that same state of depression, I don't want to do that. In fact that's the opposite of what I want. I want to look at a happy story and think about how great it is that it happened. I don't want to live in misery, I think we've all done just about enough of that. I want to find at least just a little happiness every day I can. All I ask is that you guys are least try to do the same.
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