Eclipse: If you are a man and you are attracted to me, you are gay. If you are a woman and you are attracted to me, you are also gay. If you are nonbinary and you are attracted to me, you again are gay.
Moon: What in the bullshit mathematics?
Monty: They’re genderfluid. They’re on the high of just having come out still.
Sun: It’s not like someone would be attracted to you, Eclipse!
Monty: Ya know, of all people to properly correct someone misgendering me, I didn’t think it’d be you.
Eclipse: What? I’d want the same curtesy if you idiots ever bothered to ask me instead of just going with my assigned gender. Not that I mind it but some days are just exceptionally horrible days to deal with being called a guy.
Monty: Oh my god, you’re fluid too?
Eclipse: I think my dress collection says yes.
Monty: Oh my god, gender besties! Is it a girl day for you too?
Eclipse: Yes.
Monty: C’mon then, girlfriend, we’re having a tea party.
Summary: Eclipse shows the twins the internet. It leads to…bonding?
Warnings: Genderfluid Character, Trans Character, Fluff, Angst, Gender Dysphoria, Crying, let me know if I should add anything else.
Notes: Based on this post and this post. I fixed the end. It cut off randomly.
The Blood Twins Find Out About The Internet
“Just one recording. While Father is out.” Eclipse tempted the twins. He’d already set everything up, after all. And the twins would inevitably join him, though they looked in confusion at the camera and poked it as if trying to figure out what it was.
Given away by the red eyes rather than pink, the curious is one was Blood Moon thus far, though pink flashed for a second indicating the other, Harvest Moon, also curious.
“Just sit down, I’ve already got something for us to do.” Eclipse told them. With squinting red and pink eyes, the twins sat with him at his desk and eyes the computer screen with disgust.
“Why is it the other animatronics!?” Blood Moon snapped.
“You’ll find out.” Eclipse assured them before clicking the camera on. “Hello, everyone. Turns out I still have the password for their YouTube channel, so today you’ll be watching the Eclipse and Blood Moon Show. Since the rest of Sun and Moon’s little friends have done it, today we’re playing Smash or Pass.”
“Smash? We get to smash things?”
“In a way, yes.” Eclipse answered.
“Oh joy!” Harvest was the excited one for once. It seems the twins liked the idea after all. Eclipse realized his mistake only once they got to Sun and Blood Moon happily chimed out ‘SMASH’ again and Eclipse tried desperately to hold back his laughter, firmly answering ’pass’.
He thought the twins may get it, but it seemed they didn’t even when they got to Eclipse. He expected it, he did, but then shouting ‘SMASH’ still sent him into a fit of choking on artificial breaths and laughter all while the twins looked at him in confusion.
“That’s not what that means, Blood Moon!” Eclipse managed to choke out his voice box, hiding his faceplate in his arm in secondhand embarrassment and firsthand embarrassment. God, his little brothers just broadcasted to the internet, in a game of smash or pass, that they would smash their brother, even if that’s clearly not what they thought it meant.
“Does it not mean to violently destroy someone and leave them broken and deactivated?” Blood Moon asked.
“No. No, it means smash in bed, in bed! Not destroy.” Eclipse tried to explain in slightly more PG terms for any unfortunate viewers. God, he suddenly felt bad for the viewers hearing Blood Moon saying he’d smash everyone up until this point if he posted this.
“PASSPASSPASSPASSPASS!” It seems the twins finally got it as their voice box struggled between each other for control, quickly devolving into a frantic flusters slurry of ‘pass’ as loud as they could while struggling with each other as the twins were now hiding under the table.
“Come out here. You can’t hide under a table forever.” Eclipse demanded.
“IS THIS WHY YOU KEPT ASKING IF WE WERE COMING OUT OF A CLOSET!” Blood Moon screeched.
“I can never say that word again.” Harvest Moon moped. And this Eclipse broke down into laughter again, almost hysterical and the twins had to come out from under the table to help him stop stressing his processors from the amount of laughing he was doing.
Once he recovered, Eclipse immediately hit the upload button on the video, not bothering to edit it. It was even more hysterical watching comments roll in as people first questioned Blood Moon wanting to ‘smash’ everyone they knew until they later got to Blood Moon’s frantic realization and Eclipse nearly dying of embarrassment twice and the fans were poking fun at the three of them.
It was later that night Blood Moon finally came into the lab again, eyeing Eclipse suspiciously, rounding him like prey and she simply watched the twins’ failed attempt at being a shark rounding his desk toward her.
Her gender had dramatically shifted from earlier after the video was posted, thus she’d been hiding within a sweater most of the day, planning to ignore how self-conscious she felt of her body. Eclipse had no doubt, however, that Blood and Harvest would harass her about it.
“Show us the internet. We wish to learn more.” Blood Moon insisted.
“Fine. What do you want to look up?” Eclipse asked.
“What is ‘the closet’?” Blood Moon asked.
“No internet needed. The closet is a term for coming out like if you’re gay or nonbinary or aromantic or stuff like that.”
“What is nonbinary?”
“You know how there’s girls and boys?” Eclipse asked.
“Yes, obviously.”
“Well nonbinary is when you don’t fully identify with either gender. It’s also a blanket term, meaning it has a lot of other terms that fall under that ‘umbrella’. Like genderfluid, demiboy, demigirl, agender, and more.” Eclipse explained.
“Use the internet dammit! Why do you know all this!?” Harvest snapped.
“Because I questioned my own gender, dumbass.”
“Your gender is not male?”
“No, my sex is male. My gender is genderfluid, my gender changes, not that I can control it or anything, but I can feel feminine, masculine, or anywhere in between.” Eclipse explained.
“If you are not always a boy, why do you respond still to male pronouns?” Blood Moon asked.
“Simple, I respond to any pronouns at any point in time. And I’ve never told anyone but you two. I only really get upset about pronouns when I’m feeling a specific gender very strongly. Like now, I feel very feminine.” She shrugged.
“So if you’re genderfluid, why do you dress like a grandma.”
“Because sometimes my body makes me uncomfortable and I don’t want to see it. Because I feel like a girl, seeing that I look so masculine makes me feel bad about myself.”
“That’s a thing?” Harvest asked.
“It’s called gender dysphoria. It’s like an uncomfortable feeling of mismatch between your gender and sex. Is that something you feel, Harvest?”
“I don’t know. It’s not uncomfortable, just…feels wrong to be called a boy. It there a word for that?” Harvest admitted.
“Well, that’s a broad statement. Do you feel like you don’t have a gender or maybe yours changes like mine?”
“No, neither.” Harvest told her.
“Do you feel feminine pronouns would fit better? You feel like a girl?” Eclipse asked.
“…Yes.” Harvest admitted after a moment of thinking.
“That’s called transgender, male to female specifically. So do you like terms like she/her and they/them or just she/her?” Eclipse asked.
“Just she/her, but we are still two, I cannot subject Blood Moon to being referred to feminine.” Harvest told her.
“No, sister, it’s fine. People still use ‘they’ for us. If they don’t, they’ll get punched for my baby sister.” Blood Moon assured her.
“Blood Moon, do you have any gender identity issues?” Eclipse asked.
“No, I like being a boy!” He proudly announced.
“Okay. Any other questions?” She asked.
“What is pansexual? I saw it in the comments earlier about us.” Blood Moon asked.
“That’s different. That’s a sexual orientation, not a gender identity. Pansexual is when you’re attracted to all people regardless of their gender. That one I didn’t read up on much.” She admitted.
“Then what is your sexual identity?” Harvest asked her.
“I’m demiromantic, meaning I need to be emotionally close to someone to feel romantic attraction, and something called androsexual, meaning I’m attracted to men.”
“Why not call yourself gay then did you like men?” And that felt like a blow to Eclipse’s already fragile self-confidence, though she knew Blood Moon simply didn’t understand.
“Because I don’t always feel like a man myself, it makes the term gay not applicable to me.”
“So androsexual and demiromantic? So is here a term for liking just girls?” Harvest asked.
“Lesbian.” Eclipse answered easily.
“And what about liking nobody?” Blood Moon asked.
“As in no sexual attraction or no romantic attraction?”
“What’s the difference?”
“Romantic attraction is wanting to date someone. Sexual attraction is wanting to ‘smash’ someone.” Blood Moon’s eye twitched at her and she fought back a laugh.
“No romantic attraction.”
“Aromantic, like the original Moon is.”
“But I still feel…sexual attraction.”
“They’re different things, there’s different terms. You can want to sleep with someone but not date them.”
“I like pansexual then.” Blood Moon told her.
“So you’d be aro pan.”
“What if I don’t want to sleep with someone? I just want romantic?” Harvest asked.
“That would be asexual and, since you’re a lesbian and trans your terms would be ace trans lesbian.” Eclipse explained.
“So you would be like ‘demiromantic androsexual genderfluid?’”
“Demi fluid. I don’t usually add in the androsexual because it’s confusing for some. If people ask, I say either gay or straight depending on what I’m feeling that day. Most of the time now it’s ‘straight’.”
“So you’ve been a girl more often or something?”
“Yes. Because the dysphoria is so strong when I’m a woman, usually it takes a while for my brain to go back to feeling like a guy. I don’t know, the gender does what it wants.” Eclipse brought her legs up to hug them.
“Is it bad?” Blood Moon asked.
“Very. It feels like it hurts…” Her voice broke a bit, with oil tears burning in her eyes. “It hurts to exist sometimes. Like I’m just lying to myself because nobody will ever care about it because nobody cares about me-”
“Sister, we care about how you feel.” Blood assured her. It brother to a halt, realizing she’d been crying and she trembled looking at them. “You helped us find our terms. You’re a good big sister, even if you annoy us regularly and we want to kill you sometimes. And we care plenty about you.” Blood Moon added.
“Sister, come here?” Harvest asked her and Eclipse unfurled herself to let Harvest hug her. “We love you. Not the ‘smash’ way.” Harvest told her. This made Eclipse let out a wet laugh and wiped her face as Harvest Moon and Blood Moon hugged her and squeezed her tight.
Meanwhile, Sun showed Moon the new video in confusion.
“Moon, what is this?”
“Eclipse has the password still. You should watch it, it’s great.” Moon cackled.
“Okay, fine, I will.” Moon pretended not to hear his twin screaming about the time Blood Moon would have said ‘smash’ at Sun’s picture.
KC putting eclipse in a princess dress while in baby space and then freaking out when eclipse is big again wanting to wear more dresses.
Eclipse ends up coming out as genderfluid and KC panics because he didn’t think the ‘daddy’s little princess’ joke would go this far but now his eldest child is happily exploring their gender and owns like twenty pretty dresses and is happily giggling showing all their new pretty dresses off to their dad and brothers.
Good Eclipse: You never even told me why I’m here. Why did I record with the twins earlier?
Lunar: Oh, KC tore Eclipse’s left knee joint and they needed a replacement joint from Moony. They had a piece of their broken knee in their oil circuit cutting off artificial breath, which made their fever hard to get rid of. They burned their left held on the project KC has them working on and locked the joints and melted the casing. Plus they got sick overnight.
Good Eclipse: Please do not let me near KC.
Lunar: Didn’t plan on it. Moon locked him in today as repentance and also to leave his kids alone for a day.
