#noah writing

[vacantfields]

You heard a small noise that sorta sounded like a computer starting up. Ugh, you had dozed off, and now your back hurts from sitting against the wall. You attempt to pull your hand from Prologue's grasp, but it looks like the big loaf has tightened his grip.

"Ah, so you have charged enough to be awake now, hm?" You try not to sound too upset; you suppose the panic in your body is still sitting in your chest. Turning your head to look at the bot beside you, you're met with Prologue, who looks at you in wonder, which makes you confused. "Sunny?" The nickname falls from your lips, which Prologue's eye follows eagerly as if he's swallowing your voice with a look.

"You are... here. My darling." He whispers, he sounds tired and almost different? The tone of his voice is softer. Gentle even. "Yes?" You respond with a frown forming on your slightly dry lips. "I came to pick you up for our round." As you tell him this, it seems he stopped listening, his hand still firmly around your smaller one. His eye flickers to the door. You watch as his confusion grows, but for some reason, there's a hint of amusement. "Sun?" You move your free hand to snap a couple of times near his faceplate. "Focus, you old machine." The snapping continues until a clawed hand makes contact with yours, and clawed fingers curl around your hand to make the snapping stop.

Prologue looks at you. "That's not very nice." He says with a bit of humor in his tone, like it's funny that you're a bit angry at him. "I can hear you perfectly fine, darling." It sounds like he's slurring his words just a bit. He's trapped both of your hands in his now.

As you stare at him, he smiles at you, eye curious. "You look mad," Prologue tells you, and you roll your eyes before they turn back to his dark one. "I am a bit mad. You promised to charge, remember that? And then I came here to a locked door and no response, Sun. I had to call Moon, the nighttime attendant, because I did not have a key to your damn stupid room." You hiss, angry, but Prologue just watches you, eye crinkled, happy and content to be close to you. "Mhm." He responds.

You pout at him, then sigh. "Why didn't you charge, and why was the door locked?" Prologue looks at you for a long while before he lets out a slight hum. "The door was locked by accident. We are sorry. It's an old door, and the lock is just as old." He starts to look uncomfortable, and he shifts on the lousy pillow he's still sitting on while holding your hands. "We forgot to charge because... We kept thinking about you." He takes a deep breath, which he doesn't need. "We were thinking about how our lives would be outside of the plex with you." You swore you could see he was blushing. "... We got so lost in the images that we ran out of charge." He mumbles, thumbs stroking over your knuckles.

You pull your hands back from him, and he looks devastated from the loss of contact, but not for long, as you get up from where you're sitting. Standing in front of him between his spread long legs that splayed out on the floor. Your hands find the edge of his faceplate, and you tilt his head slightly up. "You and Moonie are idiots." Prologue frowns at your words. "But you're my idiots." You say, with a soft smile, which he returns.

Without further thought, your lips connect to the middle of his grin. His eyes flutter shut, and you manage to spy that the red eye had come online too. Your eyes close as you kiss your beloved robot. You feel that his faceplate shifts, and you feel him kiss you back. His hands snake their way from your ankles to your lower back, where they rest on your hips and squeeze.

The kiss continues for what seems like forever, which was fine with you and probably the boys as well. Yeah, you should be doing your rounds, but why do that when you can be in this shitty closet and kiss this huge hunk of metal instead? You snort against his grin, and you can feel it widen.

When the kiss parts, you open your eyes and smile at them. Prologue and Epilogue both look at you, a purr from their chest. "Hello, Starlight. Our bright galaxy." Epilogue says, and you giggle, just a bit. "Hello Moonie." You're still cupping their face, and they're still holding onto your hips.

You wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

[vacantfields]

Its pouring outside. It's night.

You're lying in bed, curled up in your cozy and warm blankets and duvets. Your face is turned to the window; the curtains are parted, giving you a front-seat view of the rain and the roads below. A car passes; a streetlight flickers as raindrops draw long, almost glowing streaks on the glass of your window.

You feel a hand caress over your covered side, turning your head to look over your shoulder; you're met with a face of awe at the rain outside. Prologue looks like he's never seen rain; maybe he hasn't, or maybe he doesn't remember. Epilogue looks like he wishes to jump out of bed, get outside and chase the raindrops and... Maybe the cars like that one time.

The hand, which is not the clawed hand, thankfully caresses the fabrics covering you. You had told the boys multiple times it's okay to hold onto your bare skin with their hands. But they still hesitate, even after years of built trust. You hum a bit to get their attention. Their eyes shift from the rain to you, illuminated now by reds and yellows. They both smile softly, and you can't help yourself, so you smile back.

"Can't sleep?" Epilogue's voice almost startles you, but the softness of it helps to calm that springy nerve you have for sudden noises. "Something like that." You whisper back, a smaller smile on your lips than before. Epilogue lets out a hum as he leans their faceplate down to your human faceplate; they lovingly call it that. They both stare into your eyes, and you stare back. "Do you need to be tired out?" Prologue asks, a wicked grin appearing on both sides of their face in the low light. You roll your eyes; you roll them hard. "Get off me, you freaks." You say with an airy laugh covering your tone. Prologue chuckles as your hand comes up from under the covers to push at their chest, but of course they do not move. Obviously, "We can tell you a story maybe? Moonie needs the practice anyway." Prologue says with a tilt of their head. "What? I need practice?" Epilogue rasps, quietly to himself as if he couldn't understand where Prologue got that audacity from. You laugh a little harder as you turn over and face them "No, it's okay. I will sleep soon. I just like hearing the rain is all." You give them a toothy grin, and they smile back. "I see," Prologue replies before lying down again instead of hovering over you. "Then we shall lie here and listen to the rain till you fall asleep, our star." You love when Prologue gets this soft. "I guess we shall." You say, then scoot closer and cuddle into their chest, your ear pressed against the soft silicone. You could hear Epilogue purring and the machinery working in there.

You feel them turn slightly so they can have both arms around you. You feel a press of their grin on the top of your head. "We love you, little star," Epilogue says as Prologue hums in agreement.

"And I love you two. Sunny and Moonie." You say, a gentle smile on your lips as your eyes close and the rain outside continues, but you're here in a warm bed with the two most loving bots, safe and sound.

[vacantfields]

Prologue was just talking with you, but now he's still, fingers curled into the collar of your shirt. You can't get out of his grip. "Sunny?" You try, hands around his wrist as you try to shake him off.

He's looking somewhere else; you make eye contact with Epilogue, who looks terrified. You have never seen him look like that. You furrow your brows, tense and unsure. You turn your head and look in the direction where Prologue looks. He's staring at a wall.

You flick your eyes back to him, and you jolt in place. His faceplate is inches from your face; his grin is wide, too wide. Both eyes are empty. You think you hear something whisper, but it's not them. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

"Cold. It's so cold. Dark. Blood. Eating. Eating. Eating. Death." It sounds like it's coming from behind you. The voice is unsure of what it's saying, but it's raspy, whispery and yet so hungry-sounding. With a sharp tug, you manage to get free.

You look at Prologue, who stands back up and then softens his smile. He's back again, with a kind eye and everything. Epilogue is much the same. "Starlight, you okay?" Prologue asks you, voice soft and worried.

Epilogue mimics the expression.

What just happened? Did that happen? Was that real? God, you're tired.

[vacantfields]

You're sitting with Prologue, drawing at a table. You're, of course, drawing them, and they're... not moving? Or Epilogue seems to try, but Prologue remains still. Epilogue's soft voice tries to reach him.

"Sunny?" You try, with no success, to get the bot to react. You hate to do this, but it helped the last time. You raise your hands and slam them down onto the wooden table. A loud noise comes from it, and Prologue jumps in his seat, and he gasps for breath he apparently was holding. Epilogue whimpers. You look at Prologue with worry as he looks around before his eye lands on you and he smiles, sheepish. "Sorry, Dear." He chuckles a little as his hand moves to rest on Epilogue's to calm his other half.

"What happened?" You carefully ask, watching the hands of your beloveds on the drawing they were doing. Prologue hums. "I... I was hit with a memory of doing this with the children the day of... the event." He sounds strained.

You get up from your seat and round the table to tug on their chair; they scoot it out to face their body towards you. "Im sorry. I forgot that... I forgot it for a moment." You say with a tone so apologetic. Prologue gives you a soft smile as he carefully raises both hands and pulls you in for a hug, and he holds you. "It's okay, darling. I thought I would be able to deal with it." He whispered to you. Epilogue was purring and stroking your back up and down slowly with his clawed hand. "I should. Have caught it. Too." He rasps.

"Oh Moonie. Don't put it on yourself." Prologue says softly. "I do what. I want." Epilogue replies.

"... and oh boy do I know that." The ex-daycare attendant says with a sigh around the words. You giggle in their arms, which makes them both smile.

"... You're okay?" You ask them, hands reaching up to cup their faceplate. Epilogue hums. Prologue smiles, tender and loving. "With you here in our arms? Oh, always my love. We are always okay when you're around. Our little starlight."

[vacantfields]

Prologue is watching them. Their beloved starlight is in the daycare helping Sun with the kids. They're playing a game, tag, he supposes. He rests a hand on the frame of the window, just out of sight, Epilogue is quiet which is the usual. "Do you think… They are thinking about us in there, while playing and talking with Sun and the little stars?" Prologue asks, his voice is quiet, he could talk in their headspace but he quite liked how his voice bounced around on the walls in the empty, and dark waiting room, it reminded him that he was real and present. Epilogue lets out a vague hum, eye focused on their beloved's shape. Prologue couldn't tell if he was agreeing or not. "Fine don't give me an answer." Prologue scoffed, a silicone-covered finger tapped against the wooden frame of the window. "… I wish we could go in there." He whispered, not really to Epilogue or to anyone, he was just making a statement.

Epilogue speaks up now, of course, "We can't. Not possible. You know this." Which yes, of course Prologue knows this. It's in their code that they cannot enter the daycare. "I know." Prologue answers, his tone is more fragile, yet his fingers curl into the wood, it groans at the pressure. "Careful." Epilogue's raspy tone reminds him and Prologue lets his hand unfurl from the frame, his hand hovers before falling to his side. "Sorry." He whispers and Epilogue lets out a hum again, soothing and warm. "We should. Continue rounds." Epilogue reminds him but he doesn't move their body, he's making Prologue decide for them which is the usual. "…"

A clawed hand makes its way up to the rim of Prologue's faceplate, the tips of the claws caressing the beginning of the rays that come out from the side of his face. "Sunny." Epilogue whispers, claws sliding down to his side of the chest they share. "We have to. Do our job." And yet, he still doesn't move. Prologue sighs. "I cant, Moon. I… I want to be in there with them. It should be me in there with them." The hand falls from their chest. "Hm." Is all his other half says. Prologue's eye moves back to the window, he didn't know when he stopped watching. What he saw hurt more than whatever death could be, the new Sun and their beloved Star were hugging. A growl moves from his voice box and his hand curls into an angry fist. Prologue raises it, but he's stopped by his other hand, Epilogue. Claws wrapped tightly around his wrist. "No." Epilogue says, voice firm, filled with a mechanical stutter. "I know. It hurts. They are friends. With them. Be. Nice." Prologue sneers at nothing and lets both hands fall. "But what if we-" "No. Do not let fear. Eat you. Not again." Epilogue interrupts. "They love us. You know this. They have said this." He reminds Prologue.

"Right." Prologue whispers, his eye still trained on their star and the new Sun who seem to be playing some sort of jumping rope game now with the kids. You're laughing and smiling so brightly. The new Sun's rays are spinning in delight at the sound, he can tell. It feels awful. Epilogue chuckles. "Jealous?" Prologue grimaces, "yes. Of course I am!" He huffs. "No need to be. It. Or well, maybe you can be. Star likes it. Sometimes." Epilogue grins, "Not all the time. Though." He adds. They remember the last time they showed too much jealousy and their beloved got so angry. "Yeah, not all the time." Prologue agrees, tone muted, eye still focused on the daycare. Epilogue hums a sweet little tune, but prologue can't tell where its from. Is it a nursery rhyme? "Star!!! Star!!!" Epilogue's excited shout in their head snapped him out of it. "Huh?" Prologue muttered before looking down through the window. Epilogue's purring so loud their whole chassis is vibrating. Their star was staring up at them through the glass, eyes narrow and lips formed in a frown, a pout rather. They motion to their wrist, tapping a finger on their old wristwatch they wear. "Busted. Star is watching." Epilogue almost sings it, he sounds happy that they got spotted. Prologue gave their beloved a little smile, slightly embarrassed.

He watches their lips move. Oh, they're talking. Their Star is asking what they're doing here. Epilogue's clawed hand is on the glass caressing their Star or well their outline on it. Prologue chuckles, he shrugs. Star rolls their eyes before moving to the doors and opening them to peer out, they turn their head to look at them both. "I thought you two were doing rounds now?" They ask, confused, and curious. "Er… Well—" "We. Wanted to be with you." Epilogue, the betrayer, says. Star blushes something so sweetly. "Ah, I see." They let a small giggle escape their pretty lips, Prologue and Epilogue feel their wires twist so deliciously at the sound. Star speaks again, "I told you that today i had to help out at the daycare due to Sun's handler being sick." Their tone is apologetic, for no reason, Epilogue says in their mind. "We know. We just… Missed you during the start of our round. You hadn't come to say hello today." Prologue knew he sounded like a wounded puppy, but he couldn't help it. Thankfully their Star smiles up at them.

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UHHH a thing i wont finish but i did want to share what i wrote :)

[vacantfields]

He knows you're watching him. You and him, Prologue, or Sunny as he likes more, were doing rounds together as always. You had been glancing at him more and more; he was acting more odd than normal. So, to break the ice, you stopped walking and pulled out your phone. Prologue stopped as well and looked down at you. You could hear he was about to ask what was wrong, but you held a hand up, and he shut up, hands clasped behind him. "So like," you start, "You're able to learn things just from watching it once, right?" Prologue looks as confused as a bot can; he clicked his faceplate to the side. "Yes." "Okay, cool. Can you do a K-pop dance for me? Im bored and you're like on edge." Prologue scoffs. "Why would I do a dance for you-" You grin at him, and he narrows his eye on the sun side. "Don't," he says. But you smile even wider. "You are a jester, you know? So dance for me." You hold the phone up towards him after finding the video. He gave you the biggest, loudest sigh, head tilted back and everything, before he took the phone and looked at it. He watched the video. You get to watch him there now that he's distracted. You watched the clawed hand at his side twitching. You hum. "So are you gonna dance for me?" You ask after a few minutes. Prologue groaned; it almost sounded like a growl. "Fine. I will." His voice sounds different, but you guess he's just frustrated with your antics. You take the phone from him and watch him, pressing play on the video again since it has the music. He starts dancing, and well, you're impressed. Crazy what robots can do. You smile and bop your head to the song and cheer him on as he does the dance routine flawlessly. Until near the end, when he stumbles. You reach out, but he growls and grabs his head. "NOT NOW." He hissed out, like it hurt. "ARGH-" Then everything was still. You held your phone in a tight grip, eyes wide. "S-Sunny?" You whisper and slowly take a step forward, a hand out towards him once more. A chuckle comes, but it's hoarse, unused. A red eye is looking right at you. The moon's side that had been dead-looking is suddenly very much alive. "Ohhhh mmm..." He breathes out and runs his hands down his faceplate. His eyes snap to yours again, and you flinch back. "Helllooo. Star." He grins. That's not Sunny. That's not Prologue. "Uhm..." You shudder out. "S-Sunny, this fake moon routine of yours is getting old-" You say, despite knowing there has never been a red eye active on Prologue. "Oh? So... Im fake. Now." He grins and steps closer to you. He's hunched over. You step back. "Im veeery. Real real real. Little one. Little star. Little lover." He cooed, using Prologue's voice, which is soft and just for you. "D-dont call me that!" You hiss at the massive robot in front of you. He looks pleased, back to using his own voice, raspy and hoarse, deeper. "Mmm... I see why he likes you. He likes you sooo much. There's. So. Much. Info." He strains out. "So many... naughty naughty things." He grins, more wicked as he grabs your wrist and holds it tightly with his clawed hand. "The Moon is real, my dear. Its. Real." You look shocked, horrified. "Real?" You whisper to him. "Oh yes." He replies. "So so. so. Real." He purrs to you. -- omg Moon moment for Prologue :) His name is Epilogue, but ykyk LMAO If you WISH to know what K-pop dance its this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uatW2Phormk (he did it alone, of course SJKGHSJHG)

[vacantfields]

You glance at the digital clock on the shitty security desk you're currently sitting at, and your chin is resting on the palm of your hand. The sigh you let out is long and full of agony. Prologue, who's sitting on the desk, glances at you, then chuckles. "What's the qualms that ail you now, my dear?" His sweet tone almost caresses your ears. You flush slightly and rub at your nose with your free hand. "Uh... well. It's boring. This shift, I mean." Looking at him, eyes tired.

Prologue hums. "Well, we can't have that, can we?" He pushes himself off the desk and stretches. "Would you like a magic show, my darling? Or perhaps you want me to dance for you again?" He grins, and you turn a brighter shade of red across your cheeks. "Shut up." Prologue looks amused at your reaction. "What? You love it when we dance! Well, the dances you pick are always a bit more... raunchy. But as you know, we will do anything for you, our starling." He winks.

"Alright." You sit back in your chair, arms crossed over your chest. "No need to make me sound like a freak." You hold a finger up before Prologue or Epilogue can say anything. "Don't." Epilogue, who is now online, ignores this and grins wickedly. "You. Are. A freak." His grin then softens. "Our freak. Cute starlight." You blush at that and roll your eyes. "Im just gonna stare at my phone till I get to leave-" you manage to say and reach for your phone, but it was taken by a quick yellow hand. Prologue smirked as he held your phone much like a playing card between his pointer finger and middle finger. "Sorry, darling. No phones on the job." He waved the clawed hand over your phone, then pulled it away to show that the phone was now gone from his hand.

Your jaw drops, and standing up from the chair. "Sunny!" You hiss out, then step around the desk to step up to him, holding your hand out. "Give it back." Prologue grins, teasing. "What back? Your heart? Ah, sorry, my love, our moonlight. I cannot give it back to you. We love you too much." You blush and whine. "Please just give me my phone, you weirdos." Prologue smiles sweetly, then bends down to kiss your forehead and mumble. "Jacket pocket. The jacket on the chair. We mean." Epilogue takes over the speech you noticed. With your red face, you turn away and go back to the desk and chair. You rummage through your jacket pockets, and, sure enough, there's your phone.

"How in the world?" You hold your phone and look at them. Prologue smiles, and so does Epilogue, as they form a heart with their hands, then they both laugh. You pout.

[vacantfields]

Moon was hanging above you on his wire. You were sitting at the desk with just a little lamplight and tapping your pen on the paper in front of you. You wrote something, then looked up at Moon, who was looking down at you. "Wanna come down here and translate something for me, Moon?" You ask him with a smile. Moon lowered himself in front of the desk. He was now on his feet, his clawed hands resting on the desk as he leaned over to see what you had written. His faceplate clicks a few times as he tilts it. "Hm." He rasps. "Månelys." It always sounds so weird when he translates. "It means Moonlight." He sounds surprised, eyes narrowed as he looks back at you, who's grinning. "Oh?" You said, faking your surprise. "Wow, well, what does this one mean?" You point to the next word on the paper. Moon hummed then looked down again. "... Min Elskede." He trailed off; you heard his fans kick on. "It means My Love." You hid a grin behind your hand that was tucked into your sleeve. "Hm, very interesting." You tell him. Moon tilted his faceplate at you, bells jingling lightly. "Why are you showing us Danish, Star?" You chuckled. "For fun?" "Hm." Was the response you got from him. "Now what about this sentence?" You tapped the pen on the paper again. Moon, ever the gentleman, looked down at the paper again. It took longer this time; you were about to say something to him, but his fans were louder in his chest. "... Jeg Elsker Jer." He said, voice hoarse. "It means I Love You Both..." he muttered, flustered. You rubbed at your chin, flustered. "Well... I do." "We gathered." He said fondly, amused, still a bit flustered, fans calming. "Shut up, you didn't know what this was for." You huffed, and he chuckled. "No, not at first. We love you too, Star."