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Happy Friday! Everybody ready for more Security Breach nonsense from me? 👀

I ain't even gonna TRY posting this one on Tumblr, too much formatting to worry about, so pop over to my AO3 for Hanging By a Threat: The Daycare Attendant is injured and on strict prescribed rest while they await their ordered replacement parts. But as the human handlers -- and Moon -- quickly discover, it's hard to dim a bright Sun.

(Good luck, Moon :>)

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'are you going to come sledding with us? it’ll be fun!' for a dca story prompt!! :D

So hey uhh. Remember this? 🤗

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Sledding - The reader discovers that the Daycare Attendant has never seen snow and will never get to go sledding, and decides to take matters into their own hands.

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WIP Wednesday - 3/8/2023

Uhhhhh. So like. ...I don't know what I'm doing with this or if I'll ever finish this, but I've been playing around with a far-too-serious-for-the-context story in my suddenly-human!AU and uh. Here's the human twins stumbling across Freddy and Gregory at a park. 🤷🏻‍♀️

The person swivels around with a start when Moon lays a silent hand on their back -- and the twins' mouths drop. 

"Freddy?"

There's an aching pause between them, and the bear's softly glowing eyes dart rapidly from one face to the other before looking away altogether. "I -- I -- I do not know a 'Freddy'," he finally settles on, and gestures quickly behind him. "I am afraid we must be leaving --"

Freddy is quick, but Moon is quicker, swiftly snatching up the arm of the boy before he has a chance to make a getaway. "Who are you?!" he asks, eyes wide. 

Several things happen at once. Sun grabs his brother's other arm, pulling him back, realizing that grabbing the child under the care of the giant animatronic who has no idea who you are is a terrible idea. The boy yelps and screams, struggling ferociously. And Freddy lays his massive paw between the two of them, careful, but intimidatingly protective. 

"Let him go!" he demands, but Moon is laser-focused, tightening his grip; the boy gives a pained yelp.

"You're the boy from the Pizzaplex," Moon says, and he's immediately met with the boy's full attention as he stops struggling. 

"...what --"

"You're the boy from the Pizzaplex! That night, after hours! Why were you in the Pizzaplex?! What happened?!" Moon demands, finally wrenching his attention away from the boy to cast a glance up to Freddy as he withdraws his paw.

"What do you know about the Pizzaplex?!" the boy demands, finally pulling out of Moon's grip, shoulders squared and clearly ready for a fight. 

Moon straightens, but before he can answer, Freddy steps forward, ready to put his bulk between them if need be. "Who are you?" he asks the twins, and they snap their attention -- and respond -- to him in unison.  "We're the Daycare Attendant."

And a snippet of the next Virus Scan chapter, the reader wakes up unexpectedly in bed with a very, very traumatized and stressed out Moon.

You can feel his hand over your body tense, but he doesn't otherwise move. "...are you okay?"

"Mm-hmm."

Some more hesitation; he seems to be considering whether or not he really wants to share his thoughts. "...I...apologize. I should not have...mm...should have asked first."

You keep your head against his chest, groping blindly for his casing, slipping a hand around his waist when your fingers make purchase. You give him a tiny tug closer, not that you could really move him, but it's the sentiment that counts. "Don't worry 'bout it," you mumble, softly slurred with sleep. "Sometimes Sun'd come in here too at night. When he got scared. Just like this. S'okay."

You can practically feel the frown on his face, but Moon cuddles a little bit closer.

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Well any-fucking-way, it's WIP Wednesday, everybody. Have a snippet of an extremely extremely self-indulgent thing where we will be a) freezing Sun into a Sunsicle, b) soaking Sun with rain, while freezing Sun into a Sunsicle, c) bashing Sun on the head with a door. (That last one is for his own good. ...he's my favorite, I promise.)

Another Y/NxDCA fic, this time post-All in a Day's Work series. We're back to babysitting again. Moon's out, because he's the only responsible one. 🌕✌🏻

By the time you get the pizza ordered and make it back to the couch, the girls have settled in to watch the movie on the floor in front of the TV, and Moon is holding a steaming mug of something. 

"Here," he says quietly to you, clearly trying not to interrupt the movie as he holds out the mug for you to take. "Hot cocoa."

You don't bother suppressing your amused smirk. "How is it?"

"Ha-ha," he replies flatly, tilting up his static faceplate. "Funny."

"I thought so."

"Hmm. Brat." He rolls his shoulder, hiding his amusement as he steals a glance out in front of him at the pair munching on popcorn on the floor. "The girls thought it would make me feel more cozy."

You finally take the mug from him, taking a sip. Perfectly sweet, rich and delicious. You're suddenly actually quite sad that Moon can't taste it. (It was a really cute gesture, at any rate.) "And did it?"

"Yes." There's a genuine smile in his words, and you pull yourself up onto the couch, leaning against him. 

"Good. Feeling better now, then?" you ask, taking another sip. 

"Yes. Much." He snuggles further down into the blanket with a contented groan. "Wish we had done this sooner."

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Okay so I lost my Tumblr poll by a landslide so it looks like I have to post these. Also I finished these at nearly the same time so uhhh y'all get a twofer, neither of which will have any explanation. Sun and Moon are suddenly human and in a relationship with the reader. Uh. Enjoy? :>;; *runs the fuck away*

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Sushi - After some questionable takeout the night before, newly-human Sun and Moon quickly get acquainted with one of humanity's numerous joys, food poisoning. In between heaving their guts up we have: a surprise visit from Tim's kids, watching some Fazbear cartoons, the aftermath of Moon's nightmares and Sun's headaches, some ASL, and the boys ping-ponging their caretaking duties back and forth. (tw: emetophobia)

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Tickling - Sun discovers he loves being tickled. Moon, not so much. (tw: non-consensual tickling)

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So I really needed some self-indulgent fluff while I work on my angst fic, so here's this one-shot. ☺️ Takes place after my other Y/N x DCA stories, where Moon is cured and adjusting to domestic life with the reader. ✌🏻

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Spring Fever - When the DCA's temperature sensor malfunctions, they're stuck freezing and shivering until it gets replaced. But when your friend needs some emergency babysitting, there's no way they'll refuse -- no matter how difficult this new affliction is going to make things for them in the meantime.

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The Very Noisy Night

Moon hated thunderstorms. They were loud, distracting, dangerous for electronics of all sorts. But he didn't hate them as much as Sun. And putting Sun down for a "nap" overnight during a vicious storm proves a lot more difficult than the Naptime Attendant anticipated. [Read on AO3!]

Set sometime before the events of Security Breach, when everything is fine and Moon is just a regular feature of the Pizzaplex instead of a homicidal stalker ✌🏻 Though I like to headcanon that to some degree Moon was always just Like That. A little rough around the edges, a little (unintentionally) sharp and curt, lol. Short, snappy sentences, feels kinda predatory, yadda yadda. 

This is technically a Whumptober 2022 prompt, but it's not really...uh...whumpy, lol. I just find them really inspiring. :>  I always like to use the Whumptober titles when I use those prompts so that's where the title comes from, but I think I probably could have just called this one Daycare Attendant Has Overstimulation Meltdown lmfao. 

I haven't read, like. a ton of Security Breach fic or anything so I don't know how conventional this is, but I'll be using <> to denote Sun/Moon's internal speech to each other. Blame Animorphs.  lol nvm Tumblr keeps eating my italics so y'all get French quotations on here. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

prompt: caught in a storm

Another deafening boom shook the walls of the daycare, causing Moon to leap up several feet in surprise for about the twentieth time that night. The summer storm overhead had been raging for hours, and the thunder and lightning was near constant. The Pizzaplex still had power, for now, though it was nearing two in the morning and the daycare's lights were off, leaving Moon in charge.

Moon was pacing, skulking around the floor of the daycare, knocking over and fixing various stacks of toys over and over again for want of something to do. He desperately needed something else to focus on, to distract. Too much pent up energy, too much anxiety. Putting lightning safety first meant no staying in the comfort of their high-up room or using his ceiling-connected cable to get around, and so he was grounded for the time being, slinking around the middle of the daycare floor. Stressed.

He hated storms. He hated the lightning, the electric bursts were incredibly dangerous for the animatronics. He hated the thunder, explosive and sudden, overwhelming and scary. And he hated the pouring sheets of rain, loud and distracting, too hard to hear anything else around him whenever he was trying to focus on security.

However, as much as he feared and hated the storms, he still wasn't as bad as Sun.

There was a strangled scream from somewhere deep inside his head as another lightning strike cracked thunder nearby; the screaming was louder than the thunder itself and Moon put a hand to his faceplate.

"Sun!" he growled aloud, patience already worn thin from the stress of the storm.

«Sorry, sorry,» he whimpered in response, strung tighter than a violin and twice as screechy. «It's so loud, Moony!»

"Go to sleep," Moon snarled audibly, leaping on top of a pile of stackable barrels. "If you would go into sleep mode, you wouldn't have to hear it!"

«Sleep? Sleep? Hah -- I can't sleep! Who could sleep with all this racket?» Moon could tell by the crackle of Sun's voice in his head that if he physically could be pacing around like a headless chicken right now, he absolutely would. «Nooo no no, it's too loud, much too loud! And there's the danger of the lightning, maybe hail, oh, or the ceiling could get water damage --»

«You need rest mode tonight,» Moon tried again, internally this time, more snarled than comforting despite his position as the Naptime Attendant. He couldn't help it, he was frustrated. Sun was driving him crazy with all of his anxiety, and the hammering of the torrent on the roof of the Pizzaplex was already enough to set him on edge. He drummed his fingertips against the sides of the barrels before leaping off again, crawling on all fours along the floor. «Running too long. Need garbage collection.»

«I keep my threads tidy enough, thank you!» Sun replied stiffly, momentarily distracted out of his anxiety by the utter audacity.

Moon paused for a moment, silently calculating, and drew himself up to full height. "2,378 open processes," he replied aloud. 

«I -- but that's not -- Moony!»

"Using my cores right now," he continued. "Sleep. You won't hear the storm. I get my processors back. Everybody's happy."

There was a soft grumble of frustration somewhere deep internal. «...I'm too scared to go to sleep, Moony,» he replied, soft and timid.

As if on cue, a bolt of lightning arced the sky outside and the thunder rattled the very floor of the Pizzaplex. Moon jumped, Sun shrieked, and it distracted him into a misstep on the landing; his ankle joint caught on his other foot and he tumbled forward, head over jingly heels, face first into the ball pit. 

For a few confusing seconds, Moon couldn't tell which way was up, lost in a sea of rainbow colors -- or, more accurately, a sea of off-green, with his nighttime infrared cameras active. Finally he broke the surface, springing up and out of the ball pit, landing in a crouch at the edge and giving a stray ball an angry slap back into the pit. 

«Sun,» he growled, frustrated. But Sun wasn't paying attention, softly whimpering instead. Moon softened and hesitated, listening, feeling for his other half. «...Sun?»

«I hate storms,» he muttered lowly, almost a whisper, highly uncharacteristic of the bright and vibrant animatronic. Moon couldn't help but soften at that, slumping a little.

«...me too, Sunny,» he tried, putting a hand to his faceplate. He paused for a moment, just listening to the sound of the rain hammering the roof. Then suddenly, he brightened. «...I have an idea.»

Sun appeared to pause in his anxious, racing thoughts for just a moment. «You do?»

«Just wait,» Moon mumbled, taking off on all fours toward the daycare's stash of costumes and supplies. 

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It took him a few minutes to prepare, ignoring Sun's near-constant questioning the entire while as he dragged a massive pile of fabric, blankets, and costumes out into the center of the room. He got to work quickly, Sun metaphorically hovering over his shoulder as he started stacking up towers and laying down blankets. 

By the time he was done, it had really taken shape. A large tent made of a hapdash mishmash of different items, piled high with essentially all of the fabric available in the daycare. A colorful mix of blankets hung off of the sides, dotted occasionally with the odd princess dress or cowboy pants. 

Satisfied with his handiwork, Moon quickly closed the distance between the tent and the side wall. He plucked a large, hard plastic ball off the shelf, giving it a twist that turned on the soft glowing light within in the motif of a sun. They used it sometimes during naptime whenever a child was particularly scared of the dark; it wasn't bright enough by any means to trigger a shift, but it might bring a touch of comfort to the otherwise pitch black daycare. Moon tossed the ball aimlessly back and forth between his hands before returning to his makeshift tent, peeling back the blanket of the "door" to toss it onto the middle of the pile of fabric on the floor.

He could feel Sun's confusion as he climbed inside, sealing the tent behind him. He took a seat cross-legged on the floor, lit by the gentle glow of the sun-ball in front of him. The tent was wide enough underneath that the both of them could fit together, if such a thing were possible, but only just tall enough that Moon had to sit a little slumped. 

«Anti-storm tent,» Moon announced finally. He paused a beat, tilting his faceplate. «Cozy.»

Sun didn't immediately reply, but Moon could sense his curiosity, anxious, but tentatively inquisitive. «Moon --» he began, but was cut off by another strike of thunder. 

Sun yelped, but this time, Moon didn't jump -- the sound of the storm was muffled by the layers and layers around them, the thunder brought down from a deafening roar to a deep, low rumble. Moon's eyes narrowed to slits and he tilted his faceplate again. «See? Quiet now.»

He could feel Sun's hesitance, but also the slight relaxation of his hold over Moon's running processors. «...it is quieter in here,» he finally agreed. 

«Yes. Right. Quiet. Warm. Restful.» Moon spread out his legs before lowering himself to the ground, gangly limbs curled up in the mound of clothes around the sun ball. «See?»

Sun didn't respond. Moon drummed his fingers along the ground. «Safe,» he tried again. 

«...safe,» Sun repeated, «yes. Yes. Yeah. Safe. I do feel pretty safe in here. Okay. Thanks, Moony.»

«Rest mode now?» he queried, flexing and twitching his fingers.

There was another aching pause as Sun considered. «...will you sit with me?»

«I'm always with you,» Moon retorted, tone equal parts comforting and teasing, nearly mock-annoyance. He pulled himself back up into a cross-legged position nonetheless.

He could feel Sun pull away, like a wave ebbing from the shore, freeing up resources. Memory slots opened, closing open processes, relaxing.

Out loud, Moon softly hummed some gentle notes, a familiar lullaby he would often sing to his naptime group. There was a sense of amusement from his other half as Moon began his song; now that he was finally calming down, it was at last hitting Sun just how much Moon had been treating him like one of his children, doing whatever it took to put him down for a nap.

«...you should use this tent with the kids,» Sun offered, a little embarrassed, a little deflecting, overwhelmingly grateful. Moon gave a soft, audible shh in response before resuming his tune.

Sun took the hint. Before Moon was able to finish his song, he pulled himself into sleep mode, finally relinquishing the hold he had on their shared resources. Moon visibly slumped with relief, his own anxiety lifting. He was much more comfortable in his makeshift tent, being buffered against the crashing storm, but more than that, it scratched a familiar itch to finally get his other half put down for his nap. Like fulfilling a deep purpose, he was more than calmed, he was satisfied.

Moon closed his eyes, grasping for the sun-ball in front of him, hand resting loosely.on top of it, grounding. He would sit in the tent until morning, when the storm was finally over and the Pizzaplex was bright again, and gently wake his other half before leaving the darkened tent to start the day.

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OH so I heard it was finish-your-WIP Wednesday. 👀 (tosses this at your feet before scuttling back under my rock)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

After a few months of studying, your friend Tim thinks he's found a way to rescue Moon from the virus's clutches. But despite everyone's best efforts, things quickly go wrong.

The (first chapter of the) conclusion to the All in a Day's Work series.