#fnaf drabble

[starriegalaxy]

Title : Blanket Hogger  

Also posted on AO3 

Rated : Mature 

Fandom : Five Night's At Freddy's Security Breach 

Pairing : Sun / Reader

Tags : Romance, romantic-leaning, lightly suggestive humor, suggestive themes, self-insert, security guard reader, Sun-centric, flirty banter  

AU : FEAR FACTOR 

Summary : You were a notorious blanket hogger and Sunny was going to fix this problem one way or another. 

Tagging @crabsnpersimmons @amarynthian-chronicles @hexcii @ping-ski @gleefulberetgal

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You were the cutest thing when you were asleep…

But you were also the worst blanket hogger.

Sun looked down at your sleeping frame in the dim light then glanced at the alarm clock on your side of the bed momentarily. 

3:43AM looked back at him mockingly. 

He slides a hand down his faceplate and groans. Although the blanket wasn't so much an important asset to his sleeping habits, it was hard to cuddle you properly with the fabric in between you two.

That and if he were to try to slip into said blanket, you would just kick him out of it again. 

Sighs. What to do? 

Sun tried to gently whisper your name. A click or two of his gears went by and…no response. Tch. It wasn't like he wanted to stir you awake forcefully. It was just… This had been going on for weeks ever since he lived with you and it was starting to make him cranky. 

Perhaps he'd better try during proper morning hours. 

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“I… hog the blankets?”, you asked, incredulity slipping into your tone. The audacity you had really. Sun cleared his throat harshly. “Yes and quite frankly, it's getting on my nerves.”, he didn't bother to sugarcoat his feelings. 

“Oh…” Ever perplexed, you chewed idly on your sandwich. Sun’s eye twitched, clearly bothered by the lack of sympathy. He didn't need the blanket, he needed your presence. “Well, I mean… I could get you your own blanket?”, you actually sounded so genuine, it made Sun want to hit his head against the wall. 

“I want your body.”, Sun started, dropping all courtesies. You swallowed the bits of sandwich in your mouth hastily. “I beg your finest pardon?”, you replied, putting down the sandwich. You wanted to savor your simple meal but it seems that Sunny had different plans. 

“You didn't let me finish.”, he answered smugly. A finger was lifted in slight protest before you put it down. He was right but if he wanted to keep talking, he would've done so which means he was just teasing you. A pout placed itself on your lips as you let him continue. “I want your body against me.”, he finished off. 

You sputtered indignantly. 

“That's hardly better!”, you slammed your hands on the table dramatically. Sun chuckles. The nerve. “I just want to hold you in my arms properly, love. Surely, that's not so hard to understand?”, Eclipse's voice merged into Sun’s. “S-Stay out of this!” Eclipse makes an air kiss gesture with Sun’s hand before letting Sun take over again.

“He’s not wrong.”, Sun stated, drumming his fingers coyly against the table with Moon’s hand. Your face darkened in hue. “You're convincing me to separate our rooms…”, you stated, half joking and half serious. Sun's slanted gaze doesn't escape your notice. 

It was meant to be sharp and menacing. A “you wouldn't dare” gesture. Hmph! Then, he shouldn't tease you so much. Sun looks over at the clock and plainly says, “After you're done with that, we're going to practice.” You did a double take. “Practice??” Sun only nodded and took the dishes that were empty and got to work washing them. 

Part of you wanted to finish your meal as excruciatingly slow as possible but that wouldn't bode well with Mr Sunny. Not when he was determined to get his results… Ugh, fine. We'll play nice. Just this once. 

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With the dishes and laundry being done, you stay obediently on the bed, waiting for him to come back to the room. 

You finally took a shower earlier too and were in your comfiest pajamas. There was also no work today so you had the rest of the afternoon to just snooze or do things with the daycare attendants like watching movies, sorting out puzzles or going out to the grocery shops. 

Anything involving outside activities was a no-go though since Sun wanted to train you as soon as possible. It was ridiculous really. So what if you were a blanket hogger… The sound of the door opened and you nearly jumped out of your own skin. 

“A mini heart attack is good once in a while.”, Sun laughed while closing the door. 

You gave him a deadpan look. 

“So like … how do I train for this?”, you inquired, resorting to sitting cross-legged after kneeling for so long in your nervousness. Sun strode over to the bed and plopped onto it, the bed dipping slightly with his weight. “Get on top of me.”, he commanded. 

Silence ensued.

“...I would use a dífferent phrasing but I'm afraid I've run out of patience.”, he said plainly. Your lips tightened and you tried to wrap your head around his intentions. Sure, you were both dating and such activities weren't exactly not normal for couples to do but… you oblige anyways. Carefully straddling him, you wait for the next command. 

“Now, lay down please.”, he opened his arms, ready to hold you. Oh, suddenly he remembered his manners! You  do as he instructed and shyly tucked your face into the crook of his neck. Then, the subtle warmth that seeped through your clothes was amped up just a bit and melted your worries. 

A relieved sigh was let out and you nuzzled further into his neck. Sun wrapped his arms around your waist and hummed, “This is better.”, clearly happy with how it ended up. You in his arms and no fabric in between. He eyed the offending blanket in the corner of his eye but closed his eyes in favour of savouring your presence. Utter bliss. 

But oh the tranquilíty was disrupted by a giggle. 

A very cute giggle. 

“Gee, I didn't think you were the cuddly type, Sunny.”, you teased, lifting your face slightly to face him. Bugger. “I will neither confirm nor deny.”, he rubbed tender círcles on your hips absentmindedly. “Mm…and yet here you are.”, you replied softly. Darn it. That expression was going to be the death of him. 

You were swiftly dealt with a sudden kiss. 

??????????

“I guess I am.”, he took the time to caress your lips before settling back on the bed. “And you better stop being so cute or I'll punish you.”, he added as an afterthought. “It's… it's not like I do it on purpose??”, you reasoned. No, he supposed you didn't. “I don't have an argument for that.”, he replied. 

He definitely did but right now, you in his arms and the rays of the light trickling in through the window were his only concerns that day. 

The End. 

[sleepycreamcola]

I want Micheal Afton but in the most discreet way possible.

I wanna make out with this man on his couch, and end the night humpping his thigh. I wanna ride him in the back seat of his car in the woods on a cold night. I want him to bend me over the hood of his car, I don’t want us to make it home. We spend the night on the side of the road. Wanna suck this man’s soul out in the bathroom. I want and will fuck him anywhere except for his bed.

The bed is to simple, it’s to stable, easy even. He’s sleep deprived, I’m chaotic manic. I need it to feel like a implosive decision, it can’t be planned.

[jokeringcutio]

Black Phone & FNAF Crossover - Reader Insert (Implied William Afton x Reader & Grabber x Reader) [ 1/?]

AN: As I am known to do, I might just start a few drabbles in this setting because I love it.

Summary: You're working at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place for William Afton and Mr. Henry, when you have a chat with the hired magician for the day.

Fandoms: Five Nights at Freddy's, The Black PhoneRating: Teen? Warnings: Older man/younger woman, Nothing Explicit (yet), Only implied William Afton x Reader & Grabber(Albert Shaw) x Reader, Flirting with murderers? Reader likes her job around kids. Not betaread. [ Support x ]

This was actually inspired by @cartoonykat's ask:

This Tale is No Longer Available in this Format <3

AN: Guys, I did a thing (: Have you noticed the Arthur Fleck/Joker hints in it.

[dorkszn]

mike overstimming you <3

cw — female reader, bondage, overstimulation, oral sex, dom!mike, brat taming, pussy spanking

your chest heaves up and down as you chase your breath. your legs weak muscles quiver below you from your previous orgasm. what had to be your 3rd? 4th maybe. your mind was beginning to feel too fuzzy to keep count.

“gonna give me another one?” mike questions from between your legs. your slick and his drool coats his lips but he doesn’t care. he just sits there, looking at you with hooded-eyes and the top buttons of his dress shirt undone.

the simple question increases the tears welling in your eyes. just the mere thought of him ripping another orgasm from you terrified you. “i— i can’t, mike. s’too much,” you whine back, tugging at his tie that was wrapped around your wrist, cutting into your skin from your pulling at it.

your body jolts and a cry leaves you when mike’s hand comes down on your cunt, sensitivity buzzing throughout your whole body. “should’ve thought about that before acting out all day,” he scoffs in response. mike takes your thighs into his grip, spreading your legs for him once more and they almost automatically wrap around him.

a chuckle leaves him as he smirks, watching your hips buck up, bringing yourself closer to his face. “look at that, you’re basically begging for another one.” mike hums, spreading your pussy lips with his fingers. he presses a small kiss against your swollen clit.

“you’re so mean,” you whimper. suddenly mike teases your entrance with his tongue. it pushes you over the edge, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“i don’t know… I think I’m being pretty nice. we can make it 6 if im so mean,” he mutters. you weakly babble out ‘no’, pulling at the bondage of your wrist. “ok so behave and give me one more.”

mike takes your sensitive bud into his mouth while prodding at your entrance with his fingers. your cries and moans fall on deaf ears as mike focuses on “his meal.” you feel your legs tighten around his head when he slides 2 of his digits into your cunt; your body immediately fluttering around him.

his free hand pulls on your one of your legs, forcing them open once more. “keep. them. open.”

[vilsoo]

pairings. single father!william afton x babysitter!reader

notes. happy father’s day to all the dilfs out there 🤭 this drabble was semi-inspired by this hot audio right here hnnghhgnghhh 😩 might make this into a fic !!

william afton who has been your hot next door neighbor and crush for two years. he always offers to pay you for babysitting his youngest son and daughter every summer. aside accepting the offer because of the good hourly wage, you wanted to slowly build more romantic chemistry with him. you’ve been fantasizing about your hot next door neighbor for the longest. it was something about him being a single father that provoked you more. you wanted him badly, lingering about heated scenarios that got you grabbing your toy and thinking about him while you cum. you took every opportunity to be closer with him. to your surprise, the both of you got along really well under two years. on the nights he’d come back from work, you’d feed him the dinner you made or drink some wine with him while conversing. sometimes william would drop hints of interest too, such as subtly touching you, teasing you, complimenting small details about you that you never noticed, constant eye contact, and the way he looks at your face and body. and when you’d arrive home, you always write down on your journal about new fantasies with him. but it wasn’t until you brought the wrong journal to his house and left it in his kitchen on accident…

the next day after putting the kids to sleep, william came home from work earlier than before. he easily noticed how stressed you were after telling him you were missing something and hoping you didn’t lose it at his house. but once he revealed the journal hiding in his work bag, you felt the panic and fear rising. william admits that he’s read through it the night before and at work, wondering how he was able to get anything done that day without you invading his mind every minute and indulging in such filthy fantasies of you. you tried your best to apologize to him but he understood immediately. in fact, he found your bashfulness and shame very cute and precious. so precious that you ended up admitting your feelings, letting him make out with you in the kitchen and then pounding into you like a man gone wild on his counter.

you were already losing yourself, rocking back and forth on his thick, girthy cock that stretches your cunt so good. scratching his countertops, screaming how fucking good he’s taking you, and your back arched like a cat while he hits it ‘till you’re crying. william had to cover your mouth from behind to keep you from waking the kids, but he couldn’t resist not being able to hear your beautiful cries. william would swallow up all your moans when you’re struggling to kiss him from behind. your pussy kept clenching all over his cock, growling in your ears at how close he is filling you up.

“you think of me doing this to you all the time? ever since i invited you into my home? fucking this pussy senseless?”

“mhmm… i think of you all the time, william. i think of your cock all the time... ah, fuck!”

you cry out as your neck arched all the way back, william grabbing your throat to stare into your face from above. your ass was throbbing from all the harsh spanks he gave you, your legs were already giving out, and your pussy pulsed erratically the more he taunted you with his dirty talk and chuckled into your ears. rubbing your clit, holding your throat, and relentlessly fucking you to an orgasm that got your juices coating william’s thighs.

“good. ‘cuz i want my cock to be the only thing you think of. my sweet little babysitter reduced to nothing but my slutty, dumb fuck toy.”

[crumbleclub]

drabble.

Outside of Fredbear's Family Diner, there are a set of handprints in the sidewalk. The Afton and Emily children had lined up, biggest to smallest, and pressed their palms into cold, wet concrete. They were excited to leave their mark on this place.

Maybe they'd all come back one day to see how much they had grown; how tiny the handprints in the sidewalk seemed to them now. They couldn't wait to find out who they would become.

Every child who'd left their handprint in the sidewalk was gone, now. None of them had made it to twenty years old.

[conspicuous-clown-car]

small fnaf sb drabble

wrote this at like 3 am after imagining chica like one of those photos you see of cats where their eyes glow in the dark menacingly, then it slowly turned into...this lol

point of view is of my fnaf sb self insert, chica eats trash and feels bad, moon is a bastard but just wants to hang out with his friend.

i'm not a writer so keep that in mind, i just really wanted to get this idea out, and it would take too long in comic form

You walk down the second level hallway between Monty Golf and Kids Cove, heading towards Chica's Bakery. You fidget with the lanyard you're wearing, twisting the security badge around in your hand idly.

Hearing a suspicious sound of crunching in the distance, you pause, letting the badge fall against your shirt.

Your eyes dart around, and you slowly make your way towards whatever the noise is, attempting to keep yourself hidden. Right as you’re about to walk out from behind a food cart, the lights go out. ah, right. hourly recharge. 

You quickly peek your head out, trying to find what’s causing the noise, eyes straining as they get used to the dark. Your eyes widen seeing a figure that looks like Chica, hunched over a knocked over garbage bin……eating trash……

god, not again.

You stand up straight, and carefully walk closer, making sure not to trip on anything in the dim lighting. You do your best to make as little noise as possible with your footsteps, thankful that the carpet muffles most of it.

Finally, standing a good 5 feet behind her as she shovels garbage into her mouth, you just, pause. Contemplating why she’s still doing this after supposedly being “fixed” weeks ago. When and how did this behavior start? Why did they give her the need to eat in the first place? Why has management been ignoring this problem for so long?

and why……….why do you keep watching, this is disgusting.

You decide you’ve had enough of watching and listening to her shoving trash down her gullet, and move your hand past your jacket to silently unclip your flashlight from your belt.

Flashlight in your hold, you click it on and shine the light directly on her, informing her of your presence.

“Chica!”

The animatronic's head spins a whole 180 degrees towards you, body still facing away. You wince at the sight. She looks like a wild animal, her eyes reflecting the light of your flashlight, her mouth stuffed with trash from the garbage bin that she was clearly just eating out from. She looks sort of…aggressive? Like a pet getting caught eating something it knows it's not supposed to be eating.

You two stare at each other for a long awkward moment. 

When she finally relaxes a bit her eyes dart back and forth on you, surveying you

“Uh-“

Some chewed up mix of garbage falls out of her beak as her jaw moves

“…..Yes?”

You try not to laugh at that, stifling a smile and managing to keep a straight face. You lower the flashlight so that it's pointing to the floor, closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath. Your shoulders slack and you let out a long sigh, then look at her

“you know you’re supposed to be charging right now, right?”

She comically blinks out of synch, processing the information

“…Oh…oh!”

Chica jolts, and looks around as if she’s just now noticed the darkness the pizzaplex has been engulfed in

“Oh my gosh, you’re right!! Sorry! I just uh…..” 

She glances to the toppled over garbage bin, then back to you. Shrugging sheepishly, she lets out an embarrassed giggle

“……Got distracted?”

You huff and manage a smile, not really that upset with her eating habits, just a little concerned for her. You scratch at your face absentmindedly.

“it’s alright, just... get to the nearest charging station asap, yeah?”

She straightens up, her body rotating to face you. Her mood lifts a bit and she smiles, relieved that you aren’t reprimanding her for her strange habit. Despite that she still seems tense

“Yeah! Of course!”

She struts towards you, eyes lighting up the dark and casting a purple glow over you. Abruptly stopping herself from patting your shoulder, she frowns when realizing how much gunk is on her hands. You look up at her with a soft expression on your face.

"...hey, i'll help you clean up after my patrols if you want, okay?

Chica stays silent, lost in thought as she stares at her messy hand. Her eyes quickly dart between you and her hand for a moment. Then, catching up to the present, her eyes settle on you, and she smiles gratefully.

"...I would, really appreciate that, thank you"

You give her a small smile, and pat her clean arm wordlessly, an attempt to comfort her. It seems to lift her up, as she swiftly regains her peppy composure and remembers her current task

“Right! Charging! Sorry again, see you later, Krissy!”

she gestures a peace sign as she starts walking past you

“mhm, see ya”

You nod your head at the chicken, watching as she hurries towards what is hopefully a charging station, leaving you in the dark. But as she walks further in the distance, you see her form slouch a bit, as if in shame. It tugs at your heartstrings, and you wonder if this is starting to get a little out of control, this eating problem of hers. It’s clearly taking a toll on her, you can tell, no matter how much she tries to hide behind her enthusiastic nature.

You look over at the garbage bin on its side, ultimately deciding to let a staff bot handle it. There's no way you were touching garbage without gloves, and you cringe at the thought.

As your mind wanders you turn around and continue walking to your original destination, Chica’s Bakery. Knowing the path, you turn the flashlight off, keeping it in your hold just in case. You quite enjoy the darkness, along with the bright colors of the neon lights on the ceilings and walls, it's very peaceful. Lost in your thoughts as you continue making your way towards the bakery, only the muffled sound of your footsteps can be heard in the quiet empty pizzaplex.

That and the faint sound of bells.

You immediately freeze right outside the shutter doors, hair standing on edge at the noise. Your ears strain to listen for anything else as you stand completely still. The darkness around you is slowly lit with a red hue, and right behind you, you hear the sounds of something…mechanical.

You spin around and, not expecting Moons face to be inches from yours, you jump and flail backwards, cursing. You lose hold of your flashlight and it thuds on the carpet. How you didn’t feel him so close to you, you had no clue. His body is slouched low to the ground as he snickers at you. Your face feels warm, embarrassed by your reaction

“c'mon moon! the hell?”

You glare at him and ball your hands into fists at your sides, only slightly irritated at his amusement

His chuckling slows and quiets to a stop and he tilts his head, the action causing a creaking sound as he looks at you. god you gotta fix that.

“taking my job?”

His voice filled with mirth, and maybe a bit of mock irritation too. 

You lean over to grab your flashlight off the floor, keeping your eyes on him. Standing up straight attempting to regain your composure, you fail to process what he said

“huh?”

“Chica.”

He says plainly, casually taking a step towards you, still slouched. You don't understand where he's going with this, as he's purposely acting mysterious

“oh”

you say dumbly

“right, she was uh, just kinda there so i….sent her on her way?”

You shrugged awkwardly, thumb fidgeting with the grooves on the flashlight. You can't really tell if he's taking this conversation seriously or not.

Glowing red eyes seem to brighten as he stares at you, his body rigid as he shakes his head creepily.

“didn’t do it correctly.”

You squint at him, tilting your head in confusion.

“…didn’t-…..what do you mean?”

He glares, abruptly walking towards you, and you manage not to flinch. Yet your grip on the flashlight tightens.

“didn’t escort her to a charging station.”

He starts slowly circling around you, like a predator, keeping his gaze locked on you. You turn towards him, making sure to keep your eyes on him. You're really not in the mood for what you think he's planning.

“didn’t make sure she actually got to one.”

His hands twitch a bit, and you glance at them for a brief moment, trying to figure out if he's actually upset or not.

“well, isn’t that your job?”

you instantly regret the quick retort, mentally yelling at yourself for saying it ruder than you meant. wow! way to de-escalate the situation!

Moon stops walking, and just stares at you, alarmingly still. All you can do is look back into his red eyes as you attempt to control your breathing and keep your face emotionless.

Another moment goes by of staring at each other, then a reedy giggle bursts out of his voice box with a glitch. He covers his mouth with a hand -as if that would muffle it- and grips his stomach, his body shaking as if he’s actually laughing. You just stare at him as he laughs at you, wondering what's so funny.

He finally stops laughing and lets out a quiet sigh, mimicking wiping a tear from his eye while holding a hand to his chest. His faceplate quickly tilts toward you.

He lifts his hand, and calmly motions for you to come closer, holding it out as if he wants you to take it.

“c'mere.” 

You grip your flashlight to your chest with both hands, confused at the quick change, not fully trusting his intentions. You purse your lips and squint your eyes at him suspiciously.

“….why?”

He slowly moves a bit closer, crouching to your eye level, trying to appear less intimidating.

“come on...” 

His voice is softer, as if he genuinely means no harm. It could still be a trick though, you've fallen for this before. Stretching his arm towards you he motions again for you to take his hand.

You look down at his hand, then at him, then back at his hand, and think for a moment. You trust him, right?

You let out a sigh through your nose and cautiously lift your right hand.

Moon quickly shakes his head and waves his hand, and you ignore the fact that it slightly startled you. He then points to your left hand, the one that has the fazwatch on it. oh.

He holds out his hand again, and -after switching your hold of the flashlight to your right to make sure he doesn't take it- you carefully place your left hand on his, watching him to see if he'll try anything.

Smoothly shifting closer to you, he gently grabs your arm and gets up into your personal space. He brings your wrist and fazwatch close to his face, and starts fiddling with it. You relax a bit, relieved that he was just messing with you before.

Curious, you try to see what he’s doing as he taps his fingers on the screen, but his huge faceplate is blocking your view

“….what’re you…?”

“shhh...”

He quickly shushes you, faceplate spinning once, and the bell on the end of his hat hits your chest.

"hey!"

You scoff, feigning annoyance, despite it not hurting that much.

Moon hisses in response.

He stops tapping and stares at the screen for a second, then guides your arm up to your face with both hands so you could see what’s on the fazwatch. You wince at the bright screen, your eyes adjusted to the dark. Oh, it’s the useless map of the building you stopped using weeks ago, with...dots on it. Four to be exact, one red, one purple, one green, and one pink. The pink one was further away from the rest, not moving.

You quickly put together that these were the glamrocks in their green rooms, all charging. Except for Chica, who was still loitering in the atrium…ugh.

Moon points to the pink dot, his finger getting too close to your eyes for comfort.

“Chica.”

You bring your arm down to look at him, simultaneously getting his hand further away from your face.

“yea, she’s still not in a charging station...”

You sigh and look at the ceiling, dragging your right hand down the side of your face tiredly. You really were a babysitter to these four. At least now you'll always be able to see their locations on your fazwatch, that's helpful.

You realize Moon still has a hold on your arm as his hands start curling around it, and he gently tugs you closer, getting your attention back on him.

“come with me.”

You look at him for a moment, then turn your head toward the shutter door that separates you from the bakery. You had your own personal reasons for going there besides having to patrol…but...

One of his hands moves from your arm to your other shoulder and he pulls you even closer. He stand a little taller, so that his face is right in front of yours

“could be funny...”

You lift your eyebrows in interest, eyes darting to him for a second but you keep facing towards the shutter. Hmmm, knowing Moon, it could be funny…

“help me do my job?”

He requests, calling back your previous statement. Man he really wants you to come with him, huh?

“…hmmmmmmmmm....”

You draw out a long hum, and turn towards him somewhat, still not looking at him. You wait for whatever he’ll do to try and convince you to go with him.

Moon's hands squeeze you, he tilts his head to the side, and your eyes are immediately drawn to him.

“pretty please?”

ah shit, you can't say no to that

“....hmmmmmmm okaaay…”

You huff, reluctantly agreeing to accompany him.

You hear a mechanical rumbling noise coming from his chest, and he straightens his posture, looking pleased. His hand engulfs yours as he quickly grabs it, clearly thrilled to be able to spend time with you.

You roll your eyes and fail to hide a smile as he happily drags you through the dark building, away from Chica's Bakery.

[bl00mette]

Decided to write a Drabble about the somewhat daycare au

You had just walked into the daycare, ready to begin the morning.. But you suddenly saw Sun hiding behind the desk, trying to grab as many cleaning supplies as he could. "Sunny, what's up?" You said, a bit of concern on your face. "Oh sunshine, it's nothing! Moon and dewdrop just.. got a bit soapy?" Sun replied, you could swear you could see the panic in his eyes. You walked forward, a bit worried you would find something bad, but what you saw was worse.. There were soap suds everywhere, and they were pink! Oh this was such a mess, no wonder sun was panicking, but where were the kids, and dewdrop and moon?! "DEWDROP- IF MY SENSORS ALLOWED ME TO SWEAR-" That voice, that was Moon no doubt, you ran towards the yelling to see moon covered in bubbles, some kids crying cause they had soap in their eyes, and then there was dewdrop who was trying to calm kids down. "Dewdrop, what is the meaning of this??!" You called you, a bit stressed. "I was just trying to cheer the kids up!!- I'm sorry:(" Dewdrop whined, she felt sorry for messing up the daycare. After the attendants and you cleaned the daycare of soap, Sun had to go into overtime to help make all the kids better. Moon had sent dewdrop into the time-out tent for the rest of the day. When the daycare closed, you finally got to hang out with Sun and Moon, who had begun telling you about their day.

ALRIGHT THAT WAS THE DRABBLE, I will definitely be making more