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Red lights stared at you through the darkness, startling you momentarily until your brain registered just who was staring at you. Their head clicked once, looking at you with a tilt. “Sleepy, sleepy, why not rest?” It was the more calculated voice that broke the silence.
You thought for a minute about your answer. “Not tired?” You offered, cringing slightly at the disapproval look of the red animatronic in your room. “Okay, yeah, I’m tired, I just can’t fall asleep,” you corrected.
They tilted their head, leaning closer to you with a wide grin, one of their hands raised. “Can’t sleep little mouse, what if I snap your neck?” They offered.
It sounded both threatening yet a genuine question if it would help.
Though that may just be your screwed self preservation skills talking.
You raised a brow at Bloodmoon, shaking your head with an unimpressed look. “Don’t threaten me, I gave you your blood fix earlier,” you reminded.
They drew back, a dismayed expression on their face. “Not enough, never satisfied. We will always crave, always feel hunger.” They growled, shaking their hands at you in a grabbing manner.
You leaned away from the moving hands, knowing better than initiating touch with them unless otherwise expressed.
“That’s a complete contradiction from earlier,” you scoffed. “Regardless, don’t snap my neck, I wanna sleep for awhile, not forever.”
Bloodmoon’s hands stilled, staring at you with a brief sense of confusion as well as annoyance. “Sleep now, sleep forever, what’s the difference?” They questioned with a low growl.
“The difference is when you next get your blood.”
That silenced them for a good few moments. You could point out some twitches of their hands as they were quiet, most likely communicating with each other in their head.
A click sounded, bringing your attention back to their face as the red pentagrams refocused back onto you. “… Little mouse makes a valid point, other agrees.” They relented before nodding. “No sleeping forever, sleep until we next crave.”
“That’s a quick rest.” You pointed out with a frown, swinging your legs out of your bed.
“Rat,” was the immediate retort.
“That’s rude,” you deadpanned as you stood up from your bed, leaving your room.
You just barely made it to the kitchen before you heard the clicks and jingles of Bloodmoon following you, glancing back at them to see the animatronic creeping after you like the gremlins they were. They stilled when they noticed you looking back at them, like some kind of stop motion.
You raised a brow at them before looking away and continuing your movement into the kitchen, turning to look back at them when you heard the bell jingle, the bot immediately freezing in their movement when your eyes were on them again.
Were they-
“Are you playing Red Light, Green Light right now?” You asked them, frankly amused by their antics.
They didn’t answer you, just staring at you as they remained frozen. You laughed quietly before turning and opening the fridge to grab a water bottle. “I don’t have any blood bags in the fridge, Bloodmoon,” you reminded as you felt and heard them come up behind you.
A red hand appeared above your shoulder, closing the fridge door, causing you to blink, staring at the white bell and ribbons on his wrist before you looked up at the red faceplate, cringing slightly at the glow from their eyes. “We know,” he responded, tone quiet, almost sounding annoyed with your reminder.
His head tilted at your confused gaze, before his other hand grabbed your water bottle, taking it from you and tossing it onto the counter. You immediately moved to catch it with slight panic (even if you closed it, you didn’t think the cap was completely latched on), but you found your hand caught in Bloodmoon’s hand.
You looked up at him with a frown. “Don’t throw bottles, you know I don’t like cleaning messes if its filled,” you scolded, a spare glance at the rolling water bottle, glad to see the cap still on it.
You heard a few clicks come from them as their face plate turned a few times before you were suddenly grabbed around the waist and thrown over his shoulder, a bell smacking your face. “Oi- What’re you doin Bloody??” You questioned with a grunt as he began to walk out of the kitchen.
“Little mouse needs to sleep. A sleepy mouse is a cranky mouse. We have agreed to help,” was the response you got from him.
You sighed, not even trying to get free from him as you were carried back to your room. You occupied yourself by batting at his bell to his hat, listening to the jingle. Their hands tightened slightly at the sound of the bell but you weren’t thrown off surprisingly.
At least until you were in your room.
Then you were thrown onto your bed.
You immediately grabbed a pillow and chucked it in Bloodmoon’s face as retaliation. It was thumped on his face before falling on the foot of your bed. He just stared at you blankly. “Weak mouse,” they remarked, sounding smug as he threw it back at you.
“Homicidal robot.”
“If you don’t want our help-”
“I didn’t say that,” you denied with a shake of your head.
Bloodmoon looked at you with a smug grin before pushing you down into your bed and wrapping your blanket around you like a burrito. You just stared at him with a flat look as he burrito wrapped you before a weight settled on you.
“… Are you laying on me.”
“You are blind, little mouse? You can clearly see what we are doing.” The calm voice pointed out before a growl sounded. “Blind like the trashcan hobo, are you? What a fun hobo, he shall fill us when we hunger again.”
“Please don’t tell me about hobos you plan to kill, I’d like to claim deniability,” you requested flatly.
A sinister sounding chuckle filled your ears and you sighed when he didn’t respond. Well, you should’ve expected that. You shifted slightly to adjust, feeling your limbs start to fall asleep, but Bloodmoon just settled more firmly onto you like a cat.
Or perhaps a weighted blanket.
You huffed out a sigh, staring up at the ceiling. The weight definitely did something to your exhaustion, it was probably due to the fact that you couldn’t move. “Is this really necessary?” You asked after a few moments of silence.
“Can’t sleep, so we’ll keep you here until you do,” they responded, voice quieter for some reason.
“How’s that working for you hm?”
“Little mouse’s heart is slower. Seems to be working. You are calm,” they observed, and you felt a finger gently pressed against the pulse on your neck. Feeling your heart beat with every breath you took.
The circumstances were dangerous, were probably highly dangerous in a different situation, if Bloodmoon were any hungrier. Your mind reminded you of the dangers, of what could happen if you made a wrong move, but honestly, you felt relaxed right now.
You heard a rumble come from Bloodmoon’s voice box, feeling yourself relaxing further, your eyes blinking blearily as you tried to stay awake. “Cheater,” you muttered, finding it unfair that the animatronic was providing a white noise for you to fall asleep to.
They chuckled lowly. “We crave the sweet taste of blood. But for now, little mouse will sleep.” You felt their face plate press against your shoulder, finger still gently pressed against your pulse point. His body seemed to relax against your body, falling a little limp. Whether he was getting relaxed as well, or was just trying to keep you from moving, it increased the weight pressed against you.
A soft yawn left you as you exhaled, pressed heavily into your bed, your head resting on your pillow. You could feel your eyes trying to shut. Another chuckle sounded as they clearly noticed your struggle, a hand going to cover your eyes. “Don’t fight sleep little mouse, rest easy. Tomorrow will be another day of bloody fun.”
It sounded almost reassuring to your ears, even if the statement came out as a growl. You huffed out a soft laugh as you let your eyes shut against Bloodmoon’s hand, letting your exhaustion fill you. “I’ll get you O negative tomorrow,” you murmured sleepily, another yawn filling you as you began to doze off.
You missed Bloodmoon brightening up at your muttered statement, but you could almost feel his grin sharpen against your shoulder. “Little mouse knows how to satisfy us, how kind,” he rumbled quietly.
It was the last thing you heard as you fell into the depths of exhaustion, falling into a restful sleep.