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fun update from the person i am commissioning.
【 ☆】★ @starwished sought 【☆】:
to the whispers below the pizzaplex, a small tune is hummed over to it. to whatever it might be that she is yet to see ; to let it be known that it is heard by her. a small plastic rose is held over a darkened edge -- tempting to be taken. // HELLO... !!! i always see u on my dash and i always want 2 interact w/ u so... throws a lil' stella who doesn't know the blob is down there but wants to help bc she can hear their calls
UNPROMPTED / ALWAYS ACCEPTED
Memories shrouded in darkness. All those who were online could only scarcely remember who they were, writhing in agony. Oppose from the frontman. The animatronic panda, who could see the clearest, operated the shared body. And yet thoughts were obscured by that of the others show had suffered before and after him.
They shifted, remnant coating every fibre of coil, everywhere, provided the life to breathe. Low breaths became deeper when the plastic rose came to view. It was miniscule by comparison. Their curiosity got the best of them, their upper body, the neck if you will, serpentine forward. Red eyes revealed themselves from over the dark edge and a shriek, open plates, air puffing from it. Then nothing more, curiosity laced eyes. Observing the other. Who was she? Was she a threat. Voices fizzled in and out, filling the room, weeping and laughter alike in a inharmonious chorus of suffering. Before the shrill voice of the Funtime animatronic broke through the vocal barrier. Broken, even still, was it the strongest of the voices.
Ƒ Ƒ。 - ・:*:・゚★, ❝ HAHA! Well-ll-, w-well, you’re-re really lost-lost, huh? Sniffing around the underbelly-ly! D-Did you c-come to join the fun?! ❞
They slid fully around her now. ❝ You can’t-t hide from us-s, and neither can he. Are you-ou a friend of his-s? We’re here to k-kill him but if you get in our way,...YOU’LL BE JOINING HIM. ❞
˗ˋˏ * ☆ ˖ ∕ @starwished : hc + precious .
the children !! that is the first thought that comes to mind not only when asked what is precious to them, but as a whole. Q : what is precious ? A : the children of the world ! youths always come first, and whether that is but a result of their intended functions as a caretaker or something developed alongside their sentience is never something they question. a child’s wellbeing is the animatronic’s primary purpose regardless if given or self — imposed.
however, a close contender are their fellow animatronics — solar counterpart included. there is a lot of tension between the Sun and Moon because it is not easy to be two sentient softwares in one piece of hardware, especially when you have the same overarching duty but need different approaches, but that does not mean they do not care. if anything, no one cares more about the daycare attendant than they themselves, even if the Moon for their part does not acknowledge it openly.
the other animatronics are considered family and as much under their care as the children. the Moon is incredibly in tune with people’s moods and needs from mere observation — they need to be. not only on the surface, but also on a deeper, physical level. if a child is showing signs of distress for any reason, the daycare attendant needs to immediately be aware so they can react accordingly, especially in emergencies. ( e.g. asthma or panic attacks ) a majority of their software is dedicacted to medical and behavioral diagnostics. while it comes more natural to the Moon with their much calmer disposition, even the boisterous Sun knows when it is appropriate to be calm.
they are, as the name implies, attentive. to any and all they care for. and the Moon in particular shows their care by being in the right place at the right time with exactly what you need. be that quiet company, a few encouraging words, or someone to urge you to rest.
˗ˋˏ ☆ * HEADCANONS ∕ ALWAYS ACCEPTING !
which of the robins do you think taught bruce furry lingo.
...i don't know but why is it steph?
@starwished asked:
there’s a buzzing in the places stella should not be. exploring nooks and crannies - demolished furniture, wrecked staff bots, old arcade machines. she doesn’t know why this curiosity is laden so deep in her creation ; only that it is there, and something is SPEAKING where her eyes do not see a face. ❛❛ oh dear — it’s after hours, are y — you hiding, perhaps ? ❞ a child’s voice? no . . . nothing of the sort. ❛❛ this part of the pizzaplex is off-limits . miss vanessa would be very angry t — to see it intruded upon . ❞ // i read a post u made abt glitchtrap appearing in machines and the sort and it caught my eye 👀
░ ► — Broken, and in ruins - the place provided a perfect playground. After all, it was much easier to sneak in - without a need to hide from resets, or scheduled security checks. And for the last resort, the main H I V E was safe within the machines out of this world. In a place like this, he never expected to be heard by surroundings. Yet, the entity halts his monologue, clearly hearing someone calling. Scanning the area by whatever worked, he spotted the one looking for the source of his voice. Well! He did like surprise visitors!
❝ If she came all the way her.......e, and find nothing ~ ! Nothing, but games........ Nothing but D̶̫̀ ̵̅ͅE̵̬̍ ̸͔̎C̴͙͋ ̷̛̘A̴̰̽ ̴͇̈́Y̷̼͠ ! ❞
The voice purred in slight amusement, lacking any concern towards the consequences ( if any of those were even realistic to him ). It came from speakers. Inside one of the old arcade machines. Disturbed by static and stretching the words spoken - the screen occasionally flashing, pixels broken and g̷l̷i̷t̷c̷h̵e̷d̴ here and there - to the point it would have been impossible to identify the game. Yet, within split second of a right frame - a pair of eyes in darkness stared directly outside the screen. Possibly by hardware damage, yet it seemed to follow the rhythm of his tone.
❝ You wouldn’t w — ishhhh to bother her for no reason, and make her a n g r y for nothing ! Right ~ ? ❞
@starwished wants a one liner // accepting
“I’ve yet to see you around...Are you a new servant for my master?”
fingertips intertwine with the assassin's --- lifting them up to pull sanson closer, a smile full upon the woman's freckled cheeks. " won't y -- you dance with me, c - charles ... ? "
He felt a gentle graze of skin, which in turn earned a quick dart of those cold blue yes of his towards who he recognized is his Master. Had he been so zoned out that he had not realized that she was standing right in front of him? Perhaps... and it made the executioner feel a hint of embarrassment.
Such an intimate gesture she did to him. Fingers laced with his, pulling his hands (though he still saw them as stained) towards herself. The Assassin felt his gaze soften ever so slightly at such a request.
“I will dance with you, Master, if you wish for me to.” He didn’t admit that he wasn’t perfect at it, but he was good enough that he would avoid stepping on her poor feet.
picks ozy up by his waist and spins around ! “ my pharaoh, my s - sun !! what a w — wonderful day it is ! “ continues to spin around. they won’t reach terminal velocity but she just — keeps spinning.
BY NOW, HE WAS not the least bit surprised by Xern’s enthusiasm…although he was indeed taken aback by her casually lifting him and spinning him around like a plush toy. Her strength did not surprise him in the slightest, but the fact that anyone would just lift him up like this was what did. ❝X-Xern! I appreciate the joy you radiate; however—❞ He groaned, his hands gripping her arms tightly for a moment. ❝Put me down! To hold a pharaoh in such a way—!❞ All this spinning was going to make him sick! That and it was immensely embarrassing!