#moon.exe

[pixlokita]

Same toy phone …

[metamatronic]

The “purely ghost” characters (i.e. character not attached to a specific animatronic) are always interesting to me—namely, what does possessing a computer or phone look like? I like to imagine they have their own little mind palaces they retreat to, and they all look different based on what they’re possessing. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[sensitive-clothes]

Hideout

[superbbirdofparadise]

I get why some people say that moon.exe confirms Sun x Moon and fem!Sun in Security Breach, but I just don't think that's the case. Yes, they do symbolize the Murrays, but I think it's just that: symbolism. It's possible that SOTM Sun and Moon are actually Fiona and Edwin in some way (this is the ghosts possessing machines franchise, after all), but they are different characters than the Daycare Attendant. No one would say that Fredbear is the same as Glamrock Freddy, and Spring Bonnie is not regular Bonnie, who isn't Toy Bonnie, who isn't Bon Bon, who isn't Rockstar Bonnie, etc.

Also, we know how Fazbear designs female characters. Glamrock Chica and Roxy aren't on the same level as Toy Chica, but if they wanted SB Sun to be a woman, they would've either added glitter and pink paint, or some Grow Up Skipper nonsense, or both. He's just a skinny guy with a higher-pitched voice who's a little bit silly and whimsical.

[hauntedtotem]

sotm spoilers !!!

chat what the fuck does this mean

*i mean ik what it means in relation to the mimic and fiona and david etc. but what does it mean for my dca boys....

We know fallfest burned down and og Fiona died there, and most parts of the Moon.exe game use Sun as a representative figure for Fiona and aren't actually about Sun as a character himself.

like, I get that the "this is where the Sun left, leaving them behind" line when handing over a fallfest ticket is very clearly about Fiona and not actually Sun, but i wonder if the reason they chose Sun to represent her was because he too was destroyed there, and that thats supposed to signify a parallel of Edwin losing Fiona/Moon losing Sun?

we know from help wanted that the dca was at fall fest, and this bit about rebuilding Moon as split/plural, specifically highlighting that he's only now like that after being rebuilt, makes me wonder if that was a decision made after Sun was destroyed in the fallfest incident?

(disregarding that the fallfest minigame dca appears in is in fact Moon fronting while everything is on fire, meaning that if they were separate then they were both there- or if they were combined then their being rebuilt as one happened before fallfest, and doesnt quite fit with the "oh they used Sun to represent Fiona because they both died there and left their other halves behind" theory. idkkkk how to fit these two game lores together </3. also dont know how canon help wanted is supposed to be) i feel like this choice in storytelling is very deliberate and significant somehow, but it very well could be "lets add sun/moon in somewhere because the fans are crazy about them" without deeper lore implications. (*as of writing this op has not looked at the new help wanted update they heard rumors about dropping this month)

EDIT

someone pointed out that while sun and moon represent fiona/edwin, and the baby owl as david, and we the player character put on the owl(david) mask to make moon(edwin) cry- we're supposed to be playing as the mimic in moon.exe

and after fixing the more modern-Moon statue, helpy refers to it as us, saying we fixed ourselves, (nod to the mimic fixing its legs?) but also implying we, as the mimic, are now both sun and moon.

Because the mimic is mimicking both the late Fiona and Edwin now, and learned positive and negative traits from the both of them.

as far as the real Sun and Moon that we know in sb, i'm not sure if this is all just metaphorical and they're being used to showcase parallels or simply tell a story (they are made for theater after all, storytelling is their thing)-

or, if taken a tad more literally, if its trying to hint that they're a mimic. (but not the mimic, as that one is locked beneath the plex for Ruin. But we know there were other attempts at trying to make more?)

anyways idk how literal we can take Moon.exe in regards to dca-specific lore, since the pair's involvement is very much just used as stand-ins to represent other characters. but by god am i desperate for crumbs with these two

[naffeclipse]

Electric Lullaby

Reader x Moon.exe

Commission Info

The darling @catbeastaisha was so kind to let me dive into my Run Moonware AU with Moon.exe! You're the secretary of Edwin Murray, and really, the last employee of the Costume Manor. After an especially rough night, the program that has taken over your computer sees your sleep-depraved state and must simply do something about it.

———

Walking into Murray’s Costume Manor takes all of the strength left in your body. Last night was a horror, both in your dreams and due to the fact that you did not sleep a wink.

You stop at the restroom to quickly splash your face with cold water, but it comes out luke-warm and has a slightly sour scent, and ultimately, you leave without anything to refresh yourself with. The energy drink you carry in your hand is at least ice-cold and waiting for you to guzzle it down. You didn’t even bother with breakfast in your rush out the door this morning. Funny how you had all the time, lying awake, and you still nearly end up getting to work late.

Clutching the cold drink until the frigid edge bites into your palm, you step into the security office.

The computer whirls to life, the screen humming as it flickers on. The green glow causes your eyes to squint. It’s going to be a long day.

“Hey, Moon,” you mumble your morning greeting before plopping yourself down in the stiff, hard seat. You groan as you roll your shoulders and crank your neck side to side in some semblance of bracing to dig through more documents today. 

Inhaling deeply, you squeeze your eyes shut and press your fingers into a steeple along your skull. 

Just get through today. Do your work, clock out, and go home. That’s all you have to do. You can manage through the pressure building behind your eyeballs and the looming throb of a headache making its way to your temple.

With your pep talk out of the way, you straighten.

The computer sits at its default page, but in the corner, the pixelated figure of The Moon stares at you. His one eye is unblinking. His pose is the same, unmoving position he often keeps, but now it feels deliberate, focused. A small sound emits from the computer, a robotic decibel that makes you think of a person humming—if the noise went through a program and back out.

You reach for the mouse. A darkness flashes on the monitor before the screen is taken up by The Moon on full display, and his text box below him.

“Moon, I gotta get to work,” you exasperate. 

Usually, The Moon’s antics would brighten a boring workload, but you find yourself with a short rope of patience today. You dig the heel of one hand into your eye socket before blinking away the stars that emerge from the pressure. Nope. The foggy mess in your head is still there.

Focusing your eyes takes a moment, but when the screen comes into view, there’s text waiting for you.

You’re sleepy…

You stare, and feel the ache of blood-shot eyes.

“I’m just peachy.” You tap on the mouse once, a sharp click echoing. “Let me get to work.”

The screen remains unmoving. The sprite seems to tilt his head slightly, and the one eye narrows incredulously.

You need a nap.

No, you can’t do this. You don’t have time to argue! If you don’t get yourself into gear, you’re going to be worthless all day long. The last thing you need is Edwin to surprise check your work and see that you have nothing to show for this shift, and then accuse you of trying to ruin him or something of the sort.

You’re not sure what kind of program The Moon is exactly, but he almost seems to balk in his green and black coding when you reach for your energy drink. You pop it open with a loud crack then proceed to drain a huge gulp down. The bubbling bites along your tongue. Your whole system shudders underneath the acidic surge entering your stomach. There, that’ll give you a few hours before you crash. 

Setting the can down, you find The Moon staring at you incredulously.

“I don’t need nap time—I’m not a child.” You quickly cover your mouth with a hand to make the tangy burp a little more polite. “Come on, Moon, move. Let me open up some files.”

The whole screen wavers before text jumps up in almost erratic typing.

Naughty, naughty!

You throw your hands up in exasperation. “I need it! Edwin would fire me on the spot if he walked in on me sleeping on the job.”

The pixelated Moon stops the erratic waves, and almost in a quiet, delicate hum of the machine, sends a new line of text.

I will wake you before he finds you.

You blink slowly at the words, wondering if it’s an insomnia-induced hallucination. Does he mean that? It’s not a trick, is it? Maybe the program would love to get you fired so he can go back to… whatever he was doing before you downloaded him onto the computer. 

You slowly shake your head.

“I’m sorry, Moon. I have to get something done today.”

The program continues to hold your work computer hostage, but his expression glitches for a moment. You wait with baited breath.

If you take a nap at noon, I will let you work.

At noon? You glance at your energy drink and back to the face seemingly peering through the glass directly at you. Maybe he is. You don’t want to ask.

A tired sigh works through your chest and shoulders. Pressing a hand to your face, you gulp down a deep breath before nodding and giving in.

“Fine. I’ll take a nap at noon.” You turn a scrutinizing look upon the monitor. “And you will wake me so I don’t sleep through the rest of my shift?”

You can trust me…

The ellipsis does not inspire confidence, but the flashing grin that The Moon gives tells you it’s another coy joke to make you squirm. He likes finding your buttons to press. More often than not, you return the favor. 

Not this time, however, as the screen finally gives way to the desktop and The Moon’s sprite hangs quietly in the corner, flashing you one more grin before disappearing entirely. 

A strange gift. He rarely leaves you be. 

Taking the opportunity for what it is, you gulp down more of the energy drink and throw yourself to the tasks at hand. The morning passes by in a blurr. You hardly give yourself a moment to register the growing pulse of pain in your head nor the blurriness of your vision while staring at the screen for hours. 

You just finish typing up another report on a round of documents—no sign of foul play—when exactly at the mark of 12:00, the computer screen is once more consumed by the pixelated version of The Moon.

Nap time.

With no strength nor caffeine left within you, there is little you can do but say, “Okay.”

You’re not quite sure how to do this. You push your chair back slightly as you gaze around the security office space. It’s seen better days. Dust collects on a small table shoved against the side wall and the floor hasn’t been vacuumed, littered with bits and crumbs, as well as various papers that should have been filed away.

You glance back to the screen. “I’ll just, uh, take that nap then.”

The face of the crescent moon watches you silently as you roll the chair back towards the door. Underneath the computer desk, there’s shadows and a dust-mote smell, but you find your jacket, and stuff it underneath your head in a makeshift pillow.

You tilt your head just enough to see the screen at a sharp angle, but enough to feel as if the program still has eyes on you.

The text box narrowly delivers a new message.

Why didn’t you sleep last night?

You look away. It sounds stupid now, when it’s daylight and you’re not half-crazed from your failed attempts to get your rest. 

“It was nothing,” you say quietly. The zipper of your jacket presses into your skull, and you shift to get it out of the way. 

When you return your gaze to the screen, you scoff.

Liar.

You try to conjure up a comeback, something that will sizzle upon delivery, but your tongue is wrapped up and your head is filled with cotton and painful throbs. 

“It’s stupid,” you rephrase. “It was just nightmares.”

You stare anywhere but at the computer. Softer still, you breathe out. Your heart is heavy in your chest.

“It’s those stupid costumes. I hate them,” you bare your teeth. “They look horrendous and they chase me in my dreams. They always find me. I try to hide, and sometimes, I’m running towards the security office and every time I try to open the door, it locks, and I’m crying and then they get me.”

You omit that you’re crying for The Moon in those nightmares.

“I woke up. I couldn’t go back to sleep.”

You sigh. 

“Stupid, right?”

The silence lays heavy. You don’t bother looking up at the monitor. You don’t want to see how he’s making fun of you for acting like a child—even worse than a child, being afraid of costumes built to entertain children. 

You curl up tightly, and let your heavy head rest. Your eyelids immediately slide closed. In the dusty air and the press of your pulse against your temple, you hear a soft, robotic droning, playing a few notes. Like a hum.

You drift to sleep with the electronic lullaby.

[sinister-sincerely]

CHAPTER 4 | What They Were Not Made For [NMF]

Curiosity opens locked doors… 7.7k words

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[sarawolfheart]

Rendition of the cabin from Moon.exe from the Secret of the Mimic. It mentioned how the walls are lined with animal masks that seem warped to look more human-like, but it wasn't shown in-game. So I decided to add it on my own.

May do more work on this, not sure.