Pairings: Ruin/DJ Music Man, Lord Eclipse/Servant Monty(OC), Servant Eclipse/Lord Ursa (OC)
Word Count: 1,145 Words
Summary: Solar actually gets therapy that works?
Warnings: Cursing, Harassment (mentioned only), Death (past, mentioned only), Therapy, Murderous Zombie (?, best way to describe it), Truth Potion, Trauma (mentioned), PTSD (mentioned), Caps, let me know if I should add anything else.
The Eclipses Chat: Chapter 4
3:15pm
Whomst The Fuck?
Helix: I think I look good for Ursa, right?
Helix: Helix-in-a-sparkly-dress.jpg
Acrux: You look good Auntie Helix.
Comet: You look like a princess!
Helix: Aw, thank you, kiddos.
Venus: Lucky you. I get to deal with Lunara harassing me today.
Helix: Oooh, tough break.
Venus: You’re telling me. I wish he’d just shut up and go blow something up in his own dimension.
Orbit: Why not just shove him out of the dimension?
Venus: He’ll come harass me more.
Helix: And become much more personal.
Venus: He’s a fucking prick if you disrespect him. If I shove him out of my dimension, then he’ll come back and be even more annoying.
Helix: Selene tried to throw him out of our dimension once after he called me a dumbass and tried to throw a nuke at me. He came back like ten minutes later and harassed me for five days being transphobic, sexist, classist, ableist, and more. Like…I’m a creaky old lady bot, I know.
Venus: Yeah, I refuse to deal with him even at the Lord meetings. Not gonna deal with that.
Solar: Is having that little maniac just a universal experience? Do I not have a single unique experience?
Helix: Had to deal with him too?
Solar: He came into my old dimension before I moved and after Lunar was revived. I thought he was Lunar but like…overly sassy Lunar. Left after like ten minutes of following me around and harassing me about stuff Lunar wouldn’t say.
Helix: Yeah, that’s him. Not a unique experience.
Solar: I can’t have shit.
Rigel: Well hey, you’re the only Eclipse to get abused by their Moon.
Solar: That is not an achievement and I don’t talk about Crescent, shut.
Rigel: I see therapy didn’t work.
Solar: Noooope.
Rigel: I’ll schedule another, dw.
Helix: I’m gone. Gonna go on a date with my Ursa.
Helix is offline
Venus: Just murder me. He’s harassing me about my skirt.
Solar: I could easily kidnap you. Anything from Lunara’s dimension is banned from the dimension I’m in.
Venus: Oh please god yes. Anything but this motherfucker. I’d rather deal with you.
Solar: omw
Acrux: Com, what are your pronouns? I think you were asleep when we said them yesterday.
Comet: Oh! He/they!
Acrux: Okay, good.
Comet: But I like girly stuff.
Acrux: And that’s perfectly fine.
Phase: I like girly stuff too
Acrux: And that’s valid. So do I but a bit less than you two probably.
Umbra: Do I just have three queer kids?
Orbit: You’re even gonna question it? Of course you do. Your three kids are Eclipses. Of course they’re queer.
Umbra: I know you’re right but shut it.
Rigel: All Eclipses are some flavor of queer. Most just don’t admit it.
Orbit: Also true.
Venus: Freed from the hellspawn thank god.
Solar: Yep. No murder, no subjugation, no weird shit.
Venus: Yeah yeah just happy to not be getting harassed.
Solar: Now, I’m sending you off in my place to go dress shopping with Earth. Have fun with that.
Venus: What? You don’t wanna be in pretty dresses?
Solar: I’m not ready to delve into questioning my gender today. I’m busy today with suffering.
Rigel: Why are you suffering.
Solar: Take three guesses.
Rigel: Your Moon came back to life somehow.
Solar: Nope
Rigel: Your Monty is back alive again.
Solar: Nope
Rigel: Your Sun came back to live and is evil and tracking you down.
Solar: Ding ding ding, we have a winner. Got his note this morning.
Rigel: Wait, really?
Solar: Yes. Apparently Crescent set up a system to streamline his kill code into Corona after his death and now Corona is half-sentient with a kill code and zero self control impulses. So now basically zombie Corona is out to kill me.
Orbit: Well, shit. Hope you don’t get bit or whatever but what the actual fuck?
Solar: Like I know. But now I gotta kill my other brother for the second time.
Rigel: I’m gonna schedule more therapy.
Solar: Trust me, it’s not going to help.
Rigel: Just let me believe it’ll eventually work dammit!
Solar: Why give you false hope?
Rigel: Because I want to believe you can actually talk about your problems with someone that isn’t yourself or a mirror for the first time in your life. Literally the most I know about you is that you were 1) abused, 2) it was your Moon’s doing, 3) you’re from another universe, 4) your Sun was killed in the separation, and 5) you killed your Moon.
Solar: Yeah, that’s about it. Also, I’m a mechanic.
Rigel: Yes, everyone knows that.
Solar: Still not talking about my issues.
Rigel: I apologize beforehand in regards to your next therapy session, Solar.
Solar: Yeah yeah.
Umbra: Get this guy’s therapist a therapist, I got your PM and yes I can, Rigel.
Solar: That’s…ominous.
Rigel: Good, it better be.
Venus: I feel left out.
Rigel: You don’t want to be implicated.
Venus: Yeah okay fine.
Orbit: I feel like a back alley deal was conducted.
Rigel: It was hush.
5:53pm
Whomst The Fuck?
Solar: Rigel, what was in my flavored oil?
Rigel: No clue what you mean.
Solar: Rigel, it tasted off. What did you do?
Rigel: Maybe just a little truth potion.
Solar: I hate you so much, you prick.
Rigel: Hate me as you may but you desperately need to talk to someone and this is literally the only way because you believe you don’t have a problem. I’ll be with you the whole time, you can talk to me instead of a therapist and I won’t tell anyone anything. But you need to feel these feelings you’ve been bottling up and let them out into the open. I told you all my issues and I want to be a shoulder for you to do the same. I don’t want you to struggle with this internal battle anymore when you should be receiving help for the trauma and ptsd you have.
Solar: I’m so happy you’re my friend.
Umbra: I can practically hear him crying already from Toronto.
Rigel: Hey! Bestie-Bestie confidentiality!
Umbra: Jeez okay.
8:47pm
Whomst The Fuck?
Solar: Surprisingly I actually feel better now.
Rigel: I sure hope so. You cried on me for three hours.
Solar: I’m not apologizing. Any excess oil you have in your joints s your own damn fault for giving me truth potion.
Rigel: Fair enough. But i’m glad you feel better, Solar.
Solar: Okay fine, maybe I should talk about it more. I guess I’ll actually participate in therapy now.
Rigel: YESSSS
Orbit: WOOOOOO
Comet: Dad’s gonna get real therapy!!
Acrux: Good job, Dad.
Venus: Congrats you prick, I’m glad for you.
Solar: Yeah yeah but the therapist is still going to deal with me being a snarky ass.
im alive guys i swear, i have just been agressively revisiting my fnaf phase and i have not yet recovered. check in in a week to see if i have recovered yet. (if i have not, wait another week. you get the idea.)
