Hey lookie, I wrote DCA drabble stuff! I think Moon's is technically hurt comfort, I'm not exactly that familiar with the genre- But ENJOY!!
Overstimulation: Sun × Y/N
Everything is way too loud. You normally didn't have a ton of sensory issues when it came to working in the daycare, but today was kicking your ass. Coworkers kept getting on your nerves, Fazco deducted your pay, and your anxiety has been coming in waves all morning because you ran out of your meds and can't get more for another week.
You're sitting at the security desk, feet propped up onto the chair as you bring your knees to your chest and bury your head inside, hands gripping at your hair and tugging. You're just staring blankly. Thats all you can do. You can't take your break yet, you're saving that for an emergency. This is nothing you haven't dealt with before. You just have to wait it out.
Well, you WERE going to just wait it out.. Until a pair of headphones was suddenly placed on your head, the daycare suddenly going silent.
A warm metal hand slips into your pocket and pulls out your phone, bluetooth connecting the headphones and putting on your favorite playlist before embracing you from behind
You look up to find Sun behind you, arms wrapped around your shoulders, some of his rays retracted so he can rest his head on yours without harming you. He doesn't say anything, or if he is you can't tell. His mouth doesn't move and the headphones are blocking out any sound that isn't the music from your playlist. He simply watches the kids from the desk, tracing stars over your shoulders with a featherlight touch.
You hesitantly lean back against Sun's chest, eyes drifting closed as you place your hands over his. Your palms slowly start to lose the plastically feeling, the TV static in your mind starts to subside. All is calm. All is quiet.
Sun stays with you until the next activity with the children, leaving some snacks behind for you. You smile.
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Guilt: Moon × Y/N
The night shift. A position you weren't expecting to enjoy as much as you do. Getting to know Sun and Moon has been such a treat, you really love them. Which is why tonight breaks your heart that much more.
You knew about the virus. It had infected all the animatronics, but Moon had it the longest. It came in waves, releasing him for an unknown amount of time before dragging him back into its control. You were a low level mechanic, only authorized to fix the daycare generators and lights. What could you do? Nothing, thats what. And you hated it.
Tonight had been a…particularly awful night. Moon had been infected for hours, they had to close the daycare for the whole day because of it. And when you got there.. lets just say it wasn't pretty.
You're alive, thankfully. Just a deep gouge in your shoulder, something you'll be able to get medical help for from a medkit. However, that wasn't your main concern right now… No, your main concern at the moment was Moon.
Your whimpers of pain had snapped him out of the virus's control. He saw what he did and completely shut down, trembling and refusing to touch you until you grabbed his hands and looked into his eyes and made it clear you were not afraid. You don't know how long he'll be back in his senses, so every moment counts..
Moon is currently curled up into your lap, head buried in your stomach as you smooth his hat like hair, twirling the end on your finger. Your other hand rubs his back, holding him close.
Through every synthetic sob, an apology is murmured. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to, I swear.. I don't want to hurt.. I didn't want to…
You gently shush the lunar animatronic, your voice gentle and calm. “I know.. I know, it wasn't your fault.. You couldn't control yourself, I understand.. I forgive you…”
You tilt Moon's head up, touch featherlight, and press a gentle kiss to his forehead. Your thumb gently caresses his cheek as he stares up at you, very hesitantly leaning into your touch.
“Please.. Please don't leave me.. not like this..”
“I won't.. I promise.. I'm not going anywhere.”
“I'm so sorry, Starshine, I'm sorry…”
“Shhh… You have nothing to apologize for..”
“...Rest for me, Moonie…”
Moon lets out a synthetic sniffle and nods, curling up back into your lap similarly to a cat. You smile, the image reminding you of Moon taking care of the children during naptime. You close your eyes and sing a small lullaby, making it up on the spot. Moon laughs at the attempt, clinging to your shirt as he slowly drifts off to rest.
If you could take this all away from them, you would…but right now, this is enough.
