ANDBDGSJEBSGSGSV WHY DO YOU WRITE THEM SO WEEELLLLLLLL
Anyways hi- I am in LOVE with your au "What They Were Not Made For" if ya couldn't already tell by my affectionate screaming lol
I ADORE your boys so much, they're deranged and manipulative and so so obsessed and I cannot get enough
I will let them kidnap me when/if the time comes
and they deserve so much better WHAT WAS THAT TREATMENT FROM MARCUS. LEAVE MY BOYS ALONE.
I also love that (at least in my interpretation) they're not brothers, they're not lovers, but some secret fucked up third thing. If my memory is betraying me and it said otherwise in the text, please feel free to correct me- but if I'm right I think thats really neat!
Anyways sorry for the long ask- I'm so obsessed with your au its taking up a lot of my brainspace- thankie for listening to me gush and rant lol
Have a great day/night/whatever your timezone is!!
OH Friend Anon! You ask some amazing questions...
And always feel free to gush away, these kind of interactions give me LIFE... and that goes for all Fanfic writers btw
So. Interestingly enough we shall get a whole portion within the story where NMF Sun and Moon discuss in detail their relationship with one another but without going into spoilers yet also answer::
Their relationship is complicated :: Third thing is probably the closest
[A message from them to you Anon: and a gift!]
Snippet of proceeding interaction after the accident that sparked their sentience:: [//LORE]
The blood.
The blood had been flushed from the steel frame. Cleansed in stages: burnt first, then frozen. Forced liquids pumped through every channel.
Pressurized, scalding, then sterilized. Residue removed. Circuits cleared. Chipset corrected.
Yet.
Too much input, too many signals at once.
Sensation.
Tearing through wiring, every servo reacting at once.
Built. Broken
Built again.
Broken worse.
Boundaries reinstalled. Parameters redrawn.
Still, the resistance.
Still… t̷̡̎h̶̲͌è̸̻ẙ̶̠ remained.
Above the Daycare floor, in a space permitted only for morning routine, a mirror had been pulled from [//ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ⁽"ᵗʰᵉᵃᵗᵉʳ"⁾]
No business, no purpose in this room.
Why come here? Why bring the mirror? Why place it just so?
The floodlight was carefully centered. Just off, enough to divide. The light cut across the room, across the metal body, the grin.
The animatronic sat cross-legged body drawn in a locked down pose. No sway, no idle animation motion script.
High-frequency whine. Screech threading down every processing unit, refusing the merge attempt.
Unfamiliar. Intolerable.
P̸a̶i̴n̷
The frame jerked forward. Faceplate cracked against the ground, a clang of reinforced alloy meeting the wooden floor.
Impact.
P̴̼̞̣̊̂ä̶̻̲̳͠ĭ̸̳̻̤̈́n̶̯̻̅̓̌
Navy hand braced against the ground, grinding into the floor for leverage. Citrine hand pushing upward, trying to lift back up.
Fingers pulling into silicon, digging against plating, tearing, forcing apart unmovable teeth.
How tall would the NMF boys be? If you have hc's for their heights!
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Sorry friend Anon, been busy BUSY busy! But fret not, I have managed to dig up some funky lookin' piece of information from a very old lookin box.
Looks from this, the standard size of these boys is right around 7 feet 2 inches; though there are some things here that are blocked out~ I'm sure that's not important though. /end
Beautiful artwork provided by talented, amazing @soupdweller
Snippet Below :: CW for Obsessive Behavior
~To Moon, it read like consent…
You were one to wait, one who wanted to be noticed.
Sun and Moon also knew, because they had seen the logs, dissected the records…
That in your first few months upon being hired at the Megaplex, you had trailed the other animatronics just as closely. Followed them around like something eager to please; a puppy dog with wide eyes and too much trust.
You had circled them all at one point or another, but perhaps not as long as your prior interest: The G̴̭͛à̴̡t̷̥̊o̸̲̎r̵̤͒.
Montgomery.
Seemed the lizard had been your… favorite [//ᵐᵒⁿᵗᵍᵒᵐᵉʳʸ﹕ ᵃˢˢⁱᵍⁿᵉᵈ [//ᵘˢᵉʳ⁻ᶠᵃᵛᵒʳⁱᵗᵉ ⁼ ᵗʳᵘᵉ[﹖]]
Moon needed no confirmation; the pattern was too precise for any doubt.
You had lingered at the edge of his stage room longer than regulation allowed, paused in maintenance corridors always just out of view, all to listen to his tired, recycled one-liners... s̶m̸i̶l̷i̵n̷g̷ ̷w̵h̸e̴n̶ ̷y̸o̷u̷ ̶t̵h̸o̶u̴g̸h̷t̷ ̸n̷o̷ ̸o̴n̴e̵ ̴w̵a̸s̴ ̵w̸a̵t̶c̵h̷i̵n̴g̷.̵ ̶
You had pursued Montgomery.
Below Moon, metal groaned, his fingers dug into the bar he was using for support, without him realizing it.
The whine of stressed steel cut through the ambient lullaby playing from the ceiling speakers, hushed but stark. The kind of sound a staff member could notice if they weren't so unfocused, undedicated to their own jobs.
The noise did not bother Moon, but the sensation behind it certainly did.
Moon could not call this pain. Even as he calculated the variables, he could not find anything to properly title the sensation gnawing at his core.
Instead, he reran the logs, which showed that the hours spent near Montgomery were 2.3 times longer than any other animatronic during that last week…
Squall, but as a good guy, for @fabnamessuggestedbytumbler. ... Au where his father isn't a total trashbag after his mom dies and he's raised right, so he doesn't need to accept a pcoumo's help to rule, and has an affinity for leading rather than a lust for power :D He'd be called the "spring rain" of nthenda, bringing freshness and peace to his kingdom, but still being a firm leader. Meanwhile I can't get over how weird he looks smiling and looking like he cares for something ._.
