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Sun took a step towards the barrel, optics locked on the disguised form of the twins. "Y-You're not Moon." He stuttered, taking another small step back.

"Whatever do you mean, Sunny ?" They asked, grin wide, "Of course I'm Moon."

"No! No- you're not! You're pretending. S-stop-"

"Or what? Gonna shoot me with your laser, Sun?" They accused as shaky yellow hands latched onto the sides of the barrel canon. 

"N-no- I mean, yes," Sun said, voice unsteady and unsure. 

"You're gonna shoot your own brother ."

"You're not Moon!" 

"But we have his face." They taunted, taking another step forward, causing Sun to lurch back to maintain the distance. "How do you think he would feel if he found out you would shoot him. Would you even feel guilt about it, Sun?"

Sun's words failed him, mind racing with anxieties about the potential future. "We don't have to fight." He blurted, startling both him and the twins. Bloodmoon recovered first, leaping towards Sun with a snarl. 

"You golden fool, of course we must duel!" 

Sun yelped, jumping to the side before they could knock him over, barrel catching him off balance and causing him to crash to the padded floor. "W-Wait!" He managed, throwing up his arms defensively before the twins crashed into him, sending them both rolling. "We can-" He threw them to the side, earning a hiss of displeasure and a slash into his arm. "We can negotiate!" He cried, bracing himself for another blow.

One that didn't come.

The twins stared down at him, easily pinning his arms to the ground and straddling his chest. An effective pin, there wasn't a way out of this without a struggle. But they weren't attacking. . . yet. "What can you offer us?" Harvest's voice rang out from the shared body, a husked demand with the snarling bot's face right in the solar bot's own, broken concentration causing their nanos to shift back to their preferred form. 

"F-Food?" Sun tried, scrambling for ideas. Think, Sun, think! "M-More freedom! I-I know that you're kept under close survelliance by Killcode and Eclipse we- we won't do that!" He blabbered, white optics frantically searching Bloodmoon's face for any hint of acceptance.

They were quiet for a moment, scrutinizing Sun equally, searching his expression for any traces of deceit. Finding only desperation, a cruel, sharp smile stretched their features. "And what do you want in return, sunman?" Harvest's voice asked, tightening their grip just to see Sun squirm. The message was clear, hurry up before we change our mind.

What he wants in return. . . ? He wanted his life spared! Sun was in the hands of the deadly bot, three swipes away from being dismantled, to die at this very moment. Feeling the grip on his casing, the solar animatronic urged himself to reply quickly, not thinking about his answer.

"Just... don't harm me and my family—N-nothing really, just... nothing." He squirmed, he pleaded. "We’ll... leave you alone..."

Blood, in the mindscape, felt skeptical of Sun's words. Free to do what they want? Food? Hunt and drink as much blood as they want? Surely... there was a catch. In the mindscape, he whispers to the other.

Harvest was equally skeptical. There was no way Sun would be willing to just give in like that.

Harvest, who was in control of the hands at the moment, tightened his grip on the yellow one, slightly crushing his wrists.

"How are we so sure you would give us the freedom we so crave?..." Bloody spoke through before Harvest came on once again.

"No fool would give us that easily. Knowing who we are—"

"What is the catch, Sunman?"

Sun squeaked, "It's hard to think when you're seconds away from tearing me apart!" He protested, "I feel like we can work out the details after you stop threatening to kill me!" 

"Sun what's going on I heard screami-ING GET AWAY FROM MY BROTHER!" Moon yelled, grabbing the nearest barrel and pointing it at the twins.

Of all times for Moon to be worried about him-

"Wait!" Sun managed before attacks started flying. "We were just talking! He hasn't hurt me!"

"Yet." Bloodmoon snarled, giving the lunar animatronic a twisted smile. 

"Get away from my brother," Moon said, voice shaking from a mix of fear and rage. 

"We will," Harvest said. "Or not." Blood chimed in. "After he finishes telling us what the catch is." Harvest continued, turning his attention back to the shaking solar bot underneath him. 

Sun realized he wasn't being released until he told them what they wanted to hear, "J-just basic stuff! No- no killing in the plex. No tormenting the other animatronics. N-No helping Eclipse." The twins made a face that seemed to imply they wouldn't help Eclipse even if Sun wanted them to. On a split-second thought he added, "And if we need a favor- but that's it! Other than that you get free reign!"

Moon frowned, "Sun what the hell are you going on about."

Bloodmoon leered at him, "That's not of your concern, moonman."

"A deal, Moon, a deal," Sun squeaked, casting a pleading glance at his brother. Sun's expression begged Moon to go along with it, if only to ensure the twins would leave them alone, sparing himself, Moon, Lunar... anyone, really.

Moon felt a mix of confusion and seething anger at Sun's willingness to negotiate with Bloodmoon—spare him? After all the harm this bastard had caused them? Killing their sister, breaking their baby brother's arm? But desperation clouded his judgment—right now, he didn't want the twins to harm his brother.

Shakily, Moon lowered his weapon, though it remained within reach.

The twins turned their attention back to Sun, humming thoughtfully as they pondered his proposition. It seemed straightforward enough to follow... and " favors "? They doubted they'd be too burdensome. After all, what kind of favors would they even ask for when needed? Probably just to fetch things and the like... However...

"How are we so sure you won't trick us?

“Leave us in the dirt.”
“Break the vows when we're not looking?"

Sun blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "If I do that then you can take it out on me! Cause that would be my fault! Ju-Just leave the others alone-"

" Deal ." Harvest snarled, feeling his other giggling in their shared mindscape, they were sure they could find some small reason or other to 'take it out on Sun'. The golden idiot was bound to fuck up, lie, manipulate them. Just like Eclipse. After all, Eclipse came from Sun.

Sun felt the electricity come back to his wires, so to speak, as the twins let go of his arms and slid off him, crouched to the side now. Jagged white swirls followed his movement as he got up on shaky legs, accepting Moon's offered hand to help him up. 

"Are you insane?" Moon hissed at him, glaring down at Bloodmoon who only grinned back cruelly. 

"We'll find out, I suppose," Sun muttered back, dusting himself off. 

"What do we even do with," Moon gestured violently towards the fused twins, who hissed back at the sudden movement, dropping into a further defensive crouch.

"How about let's all just calm down ," Sun said, raising his voice so the twins could hear. He raised his hands slightly as he shuffled over to the twins, crouching down to their lowered level. "If you're gonna be on... not Killcode's side." He said, phrasing it so the twins wouldn't read it as Sun and Moon's side. "Then you're allowed to stay here."

Bloodmoon perked up, optics brightening with immediate mischief.

"But-!" Sun continued, "You have to follow the rules of the plex as a part of not putting us in danger. Because if you don't, they'll lead it back to us letting you stay here, and we'll get kicked out. Or scrapped."

The twins deflated at the words rules with a small grumble but didn't fight back. "Fine." Blood spat. "What are these rules ?" Harvest inquired, tone defensive.

Sun pondered for a moment before Moon intervened, stepping beside him as he crouched.

"No destroying any of the animatronics or people in the pizza plex, first off. If I even see a wire out of place, the deal's off," Moon asserted.

Bloodmoon rolled their eyes. "Yes, yes, no destruction in the pizza plex.”
“No bloodshed.”
“No wires to be plucked out.”
“What else?"

"You didn't let me finish," the Moon animatronic hissed. "There will be no touching of any of the computers in the plex. Not mine, not the employees', not Sun's, not anyone's."

Sun nodded in agreement. Those were important rules to enforce, especially considering the circumstances.

"One last thing," Moon added, catching the twins' attention.

They perked up, listening intently.

"If you're going to stay here, we're going to have to put a tracker on you. Just like the rest of us."

Both twins audibly recoiled, Blood making a dramatic hacking sound of disgust while Harvest let out a mix of a snarl and a whine. Considering both noises came at once, the sound made Sun’s wires tighten uncomfortably. 

Moon made a face, “It’s not like it’s that bad, surely Killcode and Eclipse already have one in your system.” Bloodmoon squinted at them skeptically, and Moon had a realization. “You have no idea, do you?” The nightcare animatronic sighed, “Guess that’s something we’ll have to look for.”

“We don’t want…” Blood made a low snarling instead of finishing the sentence.

Moon rolled his eyes, “Yeah yeah I don’t want one either but I gotta suck it up. All it does is put your signal in the system, we aren’t gonna shock you or anything.” He muttered, crossing his arms.

Sun looked at the twins pleadingly, they were so close to reaching an agreement.

"We—well, we could link you up to us, to see where we go too, y'know! To make it fair and all... it's harmless, really," Sun added, attempting to further convince the twins to compromise. It was just a tracker after all—nothing dangerous or serious. Unless Moon did something unexpected... and they wouldn't want that.

Bloodmoon clicked their tongue, sharp fingers thumping the ground as they pondered.

Moon eyed them cautiously, waiting for their answer. Honestly, he was expecting them to lunge at any moment, and for that, he still had his barrel in hand.

"We must... discuss." Harvest declares, and then Bloodmoon promptly turns around facing away from the celestial twins. Sun and Moon share a look of confusion as the twins begin to verbally discuss as if they perceive turning away as being able to hold a private conversation.

"I don't trust them, other." Blood gripes, hand clenched at their side. 

"I don't either, but the offer is tempting. What all do you gather?" Harvest mused, tapping their leg with the other hand. 

"They'll just betray us like that filthy Eclipse." 

"Leave us to rot, caged while our sanity drips."

" Only a toy. A tool ."

"But we have been granted permission to exact our revenge on the golden Sun if they break their own rule."

"Hmm..."

Bloodmoon whirled around suddenly, smile sharpening as the brothers startled at the sudden movement. "Ease yourself, sunman." Harvest cackled, "We have decided to agree to your plan."

"Under one condition of our own!" Blood chimed in, jagged white swirls flicking from one attendant to the other. "If we see that damnable Eclipse, whether on these premises or off, we reserve the right to remove him from his self-appointed throne."

Sun and Moon shared another glance, before the lunar attendant shrugged, "I don't think that's unreasonable. I certainly won't lose any sleep over it."

Sun sighed in relief when the crazed bot decided to accept their offer and steer clear of trouble... for now. He nodded along with Moon's words.

"We don't oppose to that—yeah, sure," Sun affirmed.

It might be good to have Bloodmoon on board with the tracker, Sun thought to himself, especially for him to eliminate Eclipse on sight... that is if he ever sees him on the premises.

"It is settled then!" Blood smiled widely, obviously satisfied with the deal that was struck. However, Harvest had something else in mind.

"You, Moonman," the calmer of the two addressed him.

Moon shot him a look, signaling for him to continue.

"Let's get this over with, shall we?” 

“The trackers-
“The code which binds us-
“To that Killcode- 

“To that Eclipse."

Moon shrugged his shoulders, "Alright, let's get this over with." He grumbled, making a follow-me gesture and walking away. 

However, the twins lingered, looking at Sun expectantly. Sun stared back, confused, until Blood snapped at him. "We do not trust him." 

Sun opened his mouth to protest that the twins should trust Moon, then closed it almost immediately. There were times that Sun couldn't even trust Moon, so he supposed that was a valid concern for the maniacs. "Alright, I'm coming." He conceded, walking after his brother with the twins hot on his heels. Occasionally the two would talk to each other on the way to parts and service, making remarks amongst themselves about Sun and Moon, and sometimes Eclipse. Sun tried not to listen too hard after hearing the two discussing ways they could and would torture Eclipse if he showed up here. At least they're on our side now. He thought, wires feeling uncomfortably tingly, the animatronic form of goosebumps.

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Sun hesitated at the doors to the hated area of the Plex, mind rushing forward to supply him with the times when he and Moon shared one body. Or when the staff were unnecessarily cruel to him because of Moon's behaviors, knowing that their connected systems meant that Moon felt whatever pain was inflicted to Sun. The daycare attendant took a simulated breath, mentally taking those thoughts and putting them in a box for removal later. There was no need to let his hard drive get cluttered with negative memories. 

Moon poked his head out into the hallway, catching Sun off guard. His twin frowned, red eyes glancing Sun over, but he didn't remark on it. "You two- three? Coming or not? It's literally a five minute proceedure, then we can head back to the daycare."

"We are coming. Let us get this over with—"

"I hate this."

"Me too."

"Out of the way, femboy."

Bloodmoon pushed Sun aside, crawling up to one of the fences before jumping down to the ground, skittering towards the strange cylinder thing in the middle of the room.

Sun blinked at the name-calling. Femboy? Really? Did this insane serial killer get those vibes from him too? Ugh . He didn't question it. Instead, he sighed and walked down the stairs, eventually making his way to the computer where Moon was typing away. He was curious to see how Moon would program the tracker into Bloodmoon.

Though it only took about five minutes, Moon still had to insert some wires here and there and had to check some code or anything that linked to Killcode or Eclipse.

"Now, Bloodmoon. Step inside the dome and sit down—I'll connect some wires."

The twins looked at the suffocating dome thing. As much as they didn't want to, they went inside, groaning a bit, and sat down.

Feeling antsy and skittish once they were on the table, they bit at Moon when he reached for the wires on the back of their head. Moon yanked his fingers away before they met a devestating fate, baring his own filed teeth at the twins in a tiny show of dominance. "Behave or the deal's off." He threatened, moving again to plug in the wire that would connect the twins to the computer. Thankfully the computer would be able to do most, if not all of the work now that it had access to the twins' code. 

Stepping out of the dome, he let the doors slide shut behind him as a precaution. He could recall far too vividly when he had gotten aggressive due to someone poking around in his files. Bloodmoon looked unhappy, but resigned to their fate. Their hands moved although it was hard to tell if it was bacause they were talking to each other, or just restless. 

"Tracker detected." The computer droned at him, and Moon glanced to Sun (who was paying more attention to the twins than Moon).

"Trace it back to the source signal and send me the location. After that, remove it. Maybe send Eclipse a small virus or two for the trouble, I don't care."

"Tracker removed, your GPS has been updated."

"Install the fazbear tracker, then run an over view scan of their systems. Check for viruses, bugs, and anything installed by Eclipse or KC."

"Installing tracker. Tracker installed. Scanning systems."

Sun wrung his hands together, walking over to his brother and the computer, "You're not doing anything malicious, right?"

Moon rolled his eyes, "No, Sun I'm not doing anything malicious . I'm just checking to make sure he's not gonna be leaving viruses everywhere."

"Sanguinary Directive detected, remove it?"

Both brother's blink at the computer, "A what?" Sun asked, not the best with all the technical terms. 

"Sanguinary Directive." The computer repeated. "Did I stutter the first time?"

"What is that?" Moon demanded from the AI, leaning over the screen as images and links popped up. 

"Directive; a command or protocol given-"

"Not that!" Moon snapped in frustration, "The first word."

"Sanguinary; This term is often used to describe someone or something that is eager for or covered in blood."

Moon was quiet for a moment, red optics flitting across the swarm of information the AI had provided. 

"Should I remove the directive?"

"Moon. . . " Sun implored, fidgetting while his twin stared at the screen, scowl darkening. Eventually the nightcare attendant looked up at the solar bot, and Sun continued. "I don't want to do anything to their systems without telling them beforehand." The unspoken message was clear, Sun didn't want to do anything the twins could take as betrayal or manipulation, especially since it was his wellbeing on the line.

No wonder why these two were crazy, psychopaths that lusted for blood, for flesh and bones to the point of insanity. There was a directive coded inside them, into their core. If he could remove it, it could potentially solve every problem they had with this red riot—his hunger pains, his aggressiveness, his urge to hunt and harm people. . .  This could do them so much good!

However . . . what risks could there be? With no time to waste, Moon typed something into his computer, trying to see what files in Bloodmoon would be damaged if he were to delete such a directive, his eyes scanning the computer with concentration.

He looked at Sun, a bit frustrated. "But Sun, this could be our chance. We could get rid of that stupid urge without killing him—like how you would have wished—and I don't think he would even notice, Sun."

Bloody was getting a bit impatient, his hands starting to fidget in the armrest, eyes staring directly at Sun, making him feel a little odd.

Sun glanced at the red bot before his eyes went back to Moon. "Just. . .  h-hurry up and put it in!. . .  Don't touch their systems," Sun whisper-shouted at Moon, too much a coward to take such risks.

Moon raised his hands in consensus, turning back to the computer and typing in a few commands. After a second he swore, "Sun I forgot to bring down a HDMI cable, can you go get one from my room?"

Sun nodded, just glad for an excuse to be out of parts and service if he were to be honest with himself. "Yeah, I'll be right back," He said, exiting the room.

"You did not forget a HDMI cable." The computer accused as soon as Sun was out of earshot. 

"Sure I did." Moon said, mouth quirking up slightly. "Isolate the directive, cut it off from his main systems and throw it in a loop so it can't reconnect."

"Moon." The computer said, tone patronizing.

"I'm not getting rid of it without Sun's go ahead." Moon amended, shoving his hands in his pocket where he had slipped the cable in. "But I'm also not going to let these freaks walk around with a ticking time bomb for when they'll snap." 

"Didn't you just tell Sun we weren't touching their systems."

"He'll thank me later, isolate the directive."

"Isolating directive. Directive isolated. Protocol looped."

For the twins the change was immediate, their cravings for blood and carnage quieting from a roar to a murmur. Still there, but subdued so they could breathe for the first time. Confusion and alarm ran through them, whipping their gaze to Moon the moment the change took place. 

". . .shit." Moon muttered, faking boredom while the twin's gazes bore into him. Realizing he had an out for the situation, he unlocked the doors. When Bloodmoon didn't immediately charge at him or attack, he let out a simulated breath of relief, walking into the dome. "That should be it. Old tracker is gone, new one is in place, that was all there was to it. Not that bad, right?"

"You did. . . something to us." Blood snarled, hunching back slightly into a defensive pose. Without the mind-encompassing rage that consumed them most of their waking hours, they felt weak. Unsteady. Like a newly born calf. 

"I didn't do anything." Moon replied smoothly. "The old tracker had a few viruses attached to it, they were removed with the tracking program."

Bloodmoon glowered at him, skeptical. "I suppose that's. . . plausable." Harvest muttered finally, forcing their shared body to relax.

Bloodmoon seemed uncomfortable with the lighter feeling. One of their hands, the right side to be more specific, started to fidget. It was odd, a new sensation. . . Why did he feel more relaxed? Why did he not feel itchy?

Harvest, of course, noticed. The left hand slowly crept its way and held the other. He pondered. A virus? What kind of virus? Why hadn't he known about that. . . Was Eclipse and Killcode trying to sabotage them? His thumb comfortingly applied pressure to the other hand's palm.

"And where is the golden other?”

“The one you call brother?"

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Sun didn't know why Moon would need a random cable, but he went out to fetch it anyway. He looked around in the little storage rooms, the nooks and crannies, the boxes. . . until he seemed to find a. . . nest?

Looking closer, Sun turned a little pale, finding little bits of bones and old bloodstains. . . It looked like he found Bloodmoon's little secret area—god, what terrible timing.

Feeling squeamish, Sun turned, trying to ignore it for now.

He managed to find what he thought Moon needed, the short cord tossed into a random box in the living room area. Pocketing it, he remembered the 'nest' that he had discovered and shuddered, adding it to his to-do list for cleaning. There was no way in hell that hovel was going to stay in his daycare. God, how long had it been there??? He wondered, thinking back to how it had been hidden behind a pile of spare mats in a storage closet. It made him uncomfortable to know that the twins had most likely been hanging around out of sight and out of mind during daytime hours. At least all of the bones looked like squirrels, rats and birds. Nothing large enough to be a child. . . 

He shook the gruesome thought away, making his way back to parts and service with his find. "I got it Moon!" He announced, opening the doors. 

"Turns out we had a spare down here." Moon lied smoothly, taking the cable from his brother's hands. "But thank you anyways, let me put this somewhere we won't lose it again."

The twins were shifting from foot to foot restlessly, looking lost in thought as they stared into the dome they were being contained a few mintutes ago. In reality, they were having a silent conversation through their neural link, Harvest trying to reorient Blood who was hit by a sudden wave of nausea by the lack of emotion they had lived with their entire lives.

Bloody was trying to adjust, with the help of his brother, of course, their hands still intertwined, their eyes seeming unfocused.

Sun had taken notice of the sudden attitude change in these red robots. They looked aloof, lost in thought. . . For some reason, this concerned Sun. He looked at Moon, silently asking, 'What's up with him?'

Moon knew very well what was going on. Bloodmoon was adjusting to the new feeling, but he wouldn't tell Sun that, or Bloodmoon himself. All he replied to Sun was a mere shrug and a hum. "Dunno. But it's done. Old tracker out, new tracker in just like that. You can go now, Bloodmoon. . . unless we've got some other thing we want to talk about."

Sun furrowed his brows at his reply. . . something was up . . . Well, he felt like something was up. But he wouldn't call him out. Not here, while Bloodmoon was present.

Seeing as how he wasn’t able to call Moon out on bullshit in front of the twins he went with the next best thing. That being the thing that was front and center on his mind despite his efforts to push it away. He couldn’t help it, the mess itself was making him anxious.

“I found a uh. . . Nest that seemed to be theirs from. . . who knows how long ago? In one of the supply closets.”

Moon made a face of confusion, “A nest.”

“Yeah. . . With bones and bloodstains and it’s gonna take forever to bleach that out of the carpet we may as well just replace the carpet.” He rambled, wringing his hands together with anxiety. 

Moon’s confused expression morphed to disgust, “Oh gross.” He muttered, crossing his arms in thought. “Well, that’s gotta go, but they gotta stay somewhere.”

“They could stay in my room? It’s not like I use it.”

“What about your cats?”

“What cats?” Sun lied poorly.

“Uh. . ..huh. Okay, what about any possible but non-existent cats that may be living in there?”

“Oh, I’ll just. . . Tell them not to mess with them.” Moon raised a brow and Sun laughed nervously, “Which is what I would say if I had cats, but I don’t.”

"We are literally right here," the crazier of the two intervened, a little annoyed that they would talk about them as if they weren't there, when in fact they were standing just 2 feet away from the twin brothers.

"And how rude-”

“An invasion of privacy.”

“What were you doing-”

“In our resting place?” 

“Snooping?” 

“Taking our snacks?" They continued, their tone accusatory.

Honestly, they wouldn't care if Sun found their little area or not. It's not like they kept things in there anyway, except spare food and some bones to nibble on later. They were only playing around just to see Sun be scared.

And he was, scared he might have messed up already, but. . . Bloodmoon didn't do anything.

Moon rolled his eyes at that, sort of catching their "playful" demeanor. He replied, "We are condemning that place; you can't just leave your blood and guts on the carpet. . . and—"

"You can stay in my room! If you two would like - ha! I stay on the couch most of the time anyways," Sun offered.

Bloodmoon squinted at him, but shrugged. “We have no qualms against that.” Harvest conceded, running his thumb over the hand belonging to his other. The quiet in their own head was making them antsy, more restless than normal. 

There was an awkward silence while everyone searched for something to say, and eventually Moon cleared his throat. “Welp, I’m gonna go let Earth and Lunar know that the freaks are staying here.”

“Moon!” Sun scolded, but didn’t correct him.

“Why don’t you show them how to get to the balcony, I don’t think they’ve ever been up there they may not know the way.” Moon suggested, collecting his small collection of tools so the parts and service staff wouldn’t use them. He didn’t want those assholes germs all over his stuff.

“A-Alright.” Sun agreed, forcing a smile and rocking on his heels for a moment, arms swinging at his sides while he got his own mental bearings. “Alright.” He repeated to himself, spinning on the ball of his foot and walking out of the accursed area. 

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The bells on his shoes jingled with every step, as did the bells tied to his wrists, and the twins found themselves drawn to the sound.

As the solar animatronic walked up through the plex, heading to the daycare, Bloodmoon found themselves padding behind on all fours, eyes trained on the way the lights reflected off the shiny bells tied loosely to Sun’s wrists. Their own movements were silent, bare feet quiet against the carpet and their hat lost its bell a long while ago. They never bothered to replace it because neither knew how to sew. 

Unbeknownst to Sun, the twins were tensing on instinct, pulling back slightly to pounce at their newfound prey. They lacked the bloodlust that spurred them to do real damage, but they were still predators.

Red eyes focused on the bells, moving side to side and ringing quite sweetly as Sun continued to lead them to the balcony. . . It was distracting. . .

Sun started to try some small talk to avoid the awkward silence in the air. However, Bloodmoon wasn't even listening—his eyes were focused on the little bells.

All three stepped through the door that led to their little living room. It was colorful, bright, and playful, with little toys and a mini playhouse. There was a hole with stars—Moon's room obviously—and another long orange door with a poorly painted sun and stars.

"Annnd here we are, into our humble little home!" Sun announced, trying to stay cheery despite a serial killer in his presence. "So. . . that is Moon's room. However, I suggest you do not step inside there unless you knock. . . And here, uh. . ." Sun walked to open the door to his room, the twins following behind him and taking a peek inside. Their eyes widened just a bit.

The room had orange-pink walls, a large white bed with cat print, a scratch post, and a little cat house—it was lowkey girly. Now, that part was expected. What wasn't expected was the fact that it was quite messy. Piles of children's drawings lay in a corner, as if he was trying to clean that up earlier, and there were clothes that needed to be in the laundry soon. . . But bah, it wasn't bad, just unexpected, knowing how clean Sun usually was.

Sun mistook their bewilderment for judgment, “I was uh, in the middle of cleaning it this morning but then the daycare opened and I just don’t have a lot of free time and-“

“It’s fine.” Blood cut him off before he could start to ramble, padding into the room and sniffing the air curiously. The first thing they noticed was the scent of two cats, although that was to be expected considering the cat food and scratching posts in the corner. There was a desk in the opposite corner with Sun’s computer and gaming set up. The bed and the desk were the most organized part of the room by the looks of it, the bed made and looking as though it didn’t see much use.

Harvest chirruped experimentally, feeling an odd and unexpected surge of glee when he heard an answering chitter from underneath the bed. 

Sun closed the door behind them so the cats couldn’t escape, Moon would never let him live it down. Plus pets weren’t allowed in the daycare, or the Plex in general. Noticing the twins crouching by the foot of the bed, coaxing out the furry demons, he cleared his throat, “Please don’t uh, eat my cats if you’re going to stay in here.”

They spun around looking like Sun had just said something vile and out of the blue. “We like cats.” Harvest managed after seeing Sun was seriously concerned. 

“They are worthy predators, kings in their own right.” Blood added, more focused on the possibility of interacting with the cats than Sun’s anxiety.

Distracted from the cats for the moment, they took a second look around the room, making note of things here and there from their perch on the ground, tilting their head at the stack of boxes shoved haphazardly by the closet, and then returning their gaze to Sun. “This is. . . an acceptable habitat.” Blood finally approved, picking at the threads on their clothes. Sun would have to see if Lunar would lend them some extra, they would fit, if not be a tad short on the shirt, but the twins should be fine until they could get something actually fitted to them. Which could be difficult since their height shifted depending on what form they were in. Maybe it would be easier to have them separate? Sun didn’t notice the twins placing a grumpy-looking black cat in their lap, too lost in thoughts about height, clothes, and the new idea to separate them as he had with Moon.

Noticing how intently Sun was staring at them, Harvest started to feel slightly self-conscious. "What?" He snarled, dragging Blood's attention up too and away from the cat in their lap. The more chaotic twin kept his hand buried in the soft black fur, finding the softness soothing to his own anxiety. He suddenly understood why people kept these beasts in easy access. 

Sun startled out of his reverie, faceplate glowing when he realized he had been staring. "I was just," He made a vague gesture with his hands that explained nothing. "Thinking." He summarized, now avoiding Bloodmoon's gaze in embarrassment. 

When nothing more was said, Harvest decided to prod, "About?"

"Clothes?" Sun said although it sounded more like a question. "Yours are kinda. . . falling apart." He muttered. 

Bloodmoon looked down at themselves as if they hadn't even noticed, and maybe they hadn't. Harvest picked at the thin threads at were frayed at the hem of their shirt, slightly baggy on Blood's body, but it fit fine when they were in Harvest's form. "Oh." He replied simply, looking back up at Sun as if unsure what to do with that information. 

"We can. . . get you new ones. But for now, I'll see if you can borrow something from Lunar. He's only a couple of inches shorter than you." Sun corrected himself, "A couple of inches shorter than you now ."

They nodded, they didn't think that would bother them much. The sunman did say it was temporary.

Sun felt curiosity stir as the twins continued to be docile. "I uh. . . noticed over the year? That we've been around each other, that you have uh. . . two different voices and mannerisms. I know that Lunar and Eclipse both said their were two of you but uh, do you both go by Bloodmoon or. . .?" He asked, crouching so he wasn't towering over them. 

The twins stared at him as if he had grown a third eye for several long, awkward seconds. "Okay, that's a fair presumption," Harvest finally conceded, Blood letting out a small snicker. "No, we do not go by Bloodmoon. Everyone calls us that for whatever reason."

Sun didn't comment on how it was self-explanatory in his opinion, they were a red moon model, ie a blood moon. 

"I'm Blood." The more lilting, poetic voice stated jagged white swirls flicking over Sun's posture for a second.

"Harvest." The huskier voice added, Sun made a mental note of that, then startled as their nanos suddenly shifted to the red on darker red casing. The cat in their lap also startled, skittering up to the cat tree. "When Blood is taking a. . . break we use this form." He added, looking towards the cat tree longingly. 

"Oh." Sun said, processing this information. "Can you two still separate or. . .?" He hesitantly asked, noting how while this model was similar to the first one that Monty had programmed for them, there were slight differences.

They hesitated and then shook their head. "The dark sun removed that function." Blood muttered bitterly. Harvest's hand found his twin's, giving it a reassuring squeeze before the more impulsive could get worked up. "we can only shift between these two forms now." He added.

Most people wouldn't notice the action, or think it remarkable. Sun noticed because it was the same thing Moon would do to him when they were stuck in the same casing. The solar animatronic glanced away for a moment, standing and walking over to the cat tree, coaxing his cat into his arms. Prize succeeded, he stroked the purring feline's dark fur, walking back over and sitting in front of the twins on his knees. He offered the cat, "Would you like separate bodies?" It was an olive branch, an offer for a trade. Sun was providing a vulnerability in the hopes that the twins would allow him their own vulnerabilities.

Sun was being awfully, suspiciously open to them—someone who had just tried to kill him a few moments prior. . . However, Harvest felt like this could be a good thing, maybe an opportunity to get back at him when they had the chance. Blood hummed, playing with the other's fingers as they thought about it.

As much as a body sounded quite nice, a body built by potential enemies? That wouldn't be great at all. Plus, the twins much preferred to be together. . . to be one.

"We are quite comfortable like this.” 

“We are closer. 

“Together.” 

“Safe."

Safe? It was strange to hear that from Harvest.

The cat on Bloodmoon's lap purred, making biscuits as they stretched out its little butt.

Sun hummed, slowly nodding as he pet his cat, getting the message. Well, if that's what they wanted, then Sun wouldn't force them otherwise. However, he couldn't help but feel a sort of admiration for how they liked to be together like this, with no problem or pain at all. . .

However, he grew curious. "Do you two ever fight for control over your body?. . . You two seem to just hand it over so effortlessly without pain."

The twins were quiet for a moment. There had a been a few times where they had gotten confused on who was fronting, and that would cause minor discomfort until they figured out who was in control, but for the most part they worked fluidly. Neither twin liked to think of the beginning of their existence, where their instincts were stronger than their own wants and needs, there had been a fight then as Harvest tore Blood to the back of the mindscape in order to keep them alive, but it was a necessary altercation. “We don’t see a need to fight over control.” Harvest amended, glancing down at the cat. “We have the same wants and needs, there is no reason for disagreement.”

Sun nodded thoughtfully, trying to find something else to say while the twins were being open about their thoughts. “What if we could restore your nanites ability?” He mused, lingering on a statement made earlier by the twins. How they seemed frustrated with the inability to do as they pleased because of Eclipse’s tampering.

Blood perked up at that, and Harvest hesitated. He didn’t trust them, and neither did his other half, but the chance to once again be fluid with each other was tempting. They could only be one or the other with their current situation. And while they didn’t want to be separated, they both craved being able to hold each other again. More than just their code circling and twining together, a physical presence they could feel. Harvest made the call before Blood could jump in and agree blindly, “We do not wish to get our hopes up, we are not sure if the damage the dark sun caused is reversible. . . We are willing to discuss it if you can provide evidence it can be fixed.”

That. . . seemed reasonable, Sun rationalized. He opened his mouth to ask another question only to be interrupted by a ping from Moon. And then another. And then a third. Frowning, he opened the messages while standing. 

Sun.

Get down here now.

The last message was a picture taken with Moon’s optics, Killcode’s large frame taking up the majority of the large doors into the daycare. The black and white animatronic did not look happy.

Sun swore, “Stay here.” He said, scrambling up and towards the door.

"Huh?" The twins looked at the solar animatronic, who had a sudden change of expression, panic and urgency evident on his face.

"And why should we?” 

“What's wrong?" The twins stood up, the cat now jumping off Bloodmoon's lap to run underneath the bed. Seeing Sun leaving the door hastily, they too would follow, not listening to Sun's heed.

Sun went out to the balcony to see what was going on - what was he doing here?!. . . Shit, shit, shit! Sun hopped down and ran over to them, skidding to a halt beside Moon.

"Moon?!" Sun called out, but Moon's arm raised in front of Sun, making him stay behind him. Moon's red eyes looked up at Killcode angrily.

"What do you want?" he growled at the much taller lunar bot.

The twins, on the other hand, were still on the balcony.

"I forgot about them. . . How did they find out so fast?" Blood whispered, his hand gripping the curtain that was hanging low on the balcony, hovering behind it out of sight.

Killcode was crouched low to the ground, staying hunkered in the door where he knew the computer couldn’t attack him. His casing was coated in a thin sheen of condensation due to how hot his systems were running, steam escaping through his vents. Solid red optics glowed menacingly as he snarled, baring sharp teeth at the smaller animatronics. “Where. . . are they. . ..” He growled out, voice a loud low timber that made Sun’s auditory processors ache. He forgot how loud the soft-spoken animatronic could be.

Sun and Moon shared a glance, knowing exactly what Killcode was talking about. “Who?” Moon asked, playing a convincing amount of stupid. 

Killcode glowered, pulling out a phone that looked ridiculously small in his clawed hands. Pressing a button Eclipse’s voice came over the speaker.

“ Don’t play stupid, Moon .” He hissed, “ I got a notification the second my tracker was destroyed. You killed them, didn’t you? ”

Killcode tensed at Eclipse’s accusation, a flicker of anxiety in his eyes. Silently praying that what seemed obvious wasn’t, that there was some different explanation for the tracker going offline in the same area as the daycare. As much of a monster the animatronic was, he was still a father concerned about his children.

Moon was already expecting a visit from these two, the moment they walked in, however, he didn't know it would be this soon - as soon as they took off their trackers, as soon as they removed their bloodthirsty tendencies.

Sun held onto Moon, anxiety seeming to fill his chest. He tried to keep his breathing normal.

Moon was calm and collected, his thoughts racing to concoct a lie that wouldn't jeopardize him and his siblings.

"We did not. We didn't even see them today," Moon stated firmly, holding onto Sun's hand to comfort him, to try to calm him down.

" Bullshit! My tracker notified me they got destroyed here, in the daycare. " Eclipse’s voice cut through the tension.

"We don't know, okay? Maybe they were on the roof? Or underneath the daycare," Sun blurted out.

Killcode blinked, uncertain if his boys were truly okay or if this was just a lie they had concocted. . . The predator leaned down slightly, getting closer to the twins' faces, huffing.

"Maybe they removed it themselves," Moon muttered darkly, looking Killcode up and down slightly. "Got tired of all of your. . ." he waved a hand noncommittally, "Rules and restrictions. Decided to leave." He glanced at Sun from the corner of his eye, then back at the crouching beast. "He did stem from our code, KC, and you know how much we hate restriction." 

Sun refused to meet his brother's gaze, feeling guilt curl in his stomach as distress replaced anger in Killcode's expression, turning into shame and sadness as Moon doled out lies smoothly.

"Or maybe they killed themselves," Moon said lightly, with a cruel grin, taking a step forward now that he had the advantage. 

Killcode faltered, anguish flicking in his optics at the thought. "No-"

"Don't deny it just because it's not what you want to hear." Moon snarled, taking another emboldened step forward. "Maybe they finally snapped, and jumped off the roof of the plex. Maybe they shoved themselves in the trash compactor and hit the button. Stepped into the combustion in the basement and lit themself on fire. Tore out their wires." Each new sentence was another step towards KC, who was hunching lower, leaning back, until Moon was in his face. "And it would have been your fault ." Moon snarled, "Animatronics like us? We don't change for the better, Killcode. We don't learn . We get something nice and we break it and wear it down until everyone around us wants out. Whatever did happen to Bloodmoon? It would have been in direct relation to how you're treating them."

Killcode took a step back. Then another. He trembled, then turned tail and fled from the daycare, a few drops of oil on his trail. The phone dropped on the ground as he left, and Moon watched until he was out of the area to walk over and scoop it up, out of earshot from Sun.

" You and I both know they aren't dead ." Eclipse's voice snarled, low and deadly. " There was no reason to do that to him. "

"Disrespectfully, I disagree. There was every reason to do that to him. I'm merely protecting my family."

" No, you're just getting a sick, perverted pleasure out of tormenting others like you always have. "

Moon was quiet for a second, mulling over the words. He shrugged, "Not my problem. Have fun dealing with Killcode when he gets back."

" You twisted, disgusting, cowardly parasitic- "

Moon hung up the call, pocketing the phone to data farm later. He walked back over to his brother, who just stared at him with a lost expression. "Sun-" He tried, realizing he'd have to make amends, make it up to Sun. He could practically feel the inner conflict roiling in his twin's mind.

Sun took a step back when Moon approached him, arms coming up to wrap around himself in pseudo-comfort. "Don't." He said, shaking his head. 

"I didn't mean-" He tried again, only to be cut off by the solar attendant. 

"You did! You did mean it! You meant to do that, you meant to say that, it wasn't an accident Moon."

"He was going to kill us!" Moon defended, irritation pricking at his code.

"No, he wasn't! He came here wanting to know what happened to them! He never threatened us! He was scared Moon. He was horrified by the things you were saying. And you know this. We could have told them the truth! They can't control us they can't control who we do and don't help!"

"Then why didn't you?!" Moon yelled back, taking a threatening step towards Sun.

The daycare attendant raised up his arms defensively and Moon faltered. "Because if I contradicted you then you would have blown up at me!" Sun screamed back, "And if you didn't do that, there would have been a silent threat. And I don't need that anxiety right now, Moon!"

"I wouldn't-"

"Then what are you doing right now?!" Sun said, slowly inching back. "Your claws are out, you're hunched to fight, and you keep approaching ." Moon stopped in his tracks, looking down at his hands to see that Sun was correct. "I'm going to the balcony."

"Sun-"

" Don't follow me . . . please."

Chapter Text

"Looks like our blasted father left."
"I wonder what they said. . ."
"Probably lies to keep him at bay."
"He looked upset."
"Damn right he did."

Blood wondered why Killcode would leave so suddenly. . . Why didn't they fight? Or why didn't he try to get them back?. . . Hah. . . He probably doesn't care about them, truly. Harvest would have felt the same way.

"I'll be in my room," Sun announced as the two continued to observe the situation. Sun looked upset as he slowly walked away from an even more upset Moon. . . Moon's arm reached out, and he tried to say something, but his pride and ego prevented him from doing so. He clenched his hand into a fist, lowering it. The twins scrabbled back to the room before Sun arrived.

"They bicker."
"They bite.”
"It must be because of father's doing. . ."
"Or that wretched Dark Sun."
"Or both. . ."

Sun opened the doors, which made the twins shoot their heads immediately to him, staring, looking at him curiously. He had such a sad and angry expression.

An exasperated sigh left Sun's lips as he shut the door behind him. . . Feeling a pair of eyes watching him, he looked at the brothers. . .

The twins stare at Sun owlishly, pretending that they hadn’t been spying on the entire situation. “You seem distressed.” Harvest finally remarked dryly as they turned away to peer in the cat tree, staring at the second cat instead of Sun.

Sun let out a humorless huff of laughter, “I forgot you two were in here.” He admits, trying to sound calmer than he was. The reality was that he was practically tremoring from excess emotion, and he was sure that the twins could hear the way his mechanisms rattled slightly under his casing.

Blood shot him a look, brow raised, then shrugged. “We do not mind.” He decided, before getting immediately distracted by the bobbles hanging from the top limb of the tree. White and red hands batted at it curiously, startling away with a slight springing motion when the soft ball jingled softly, caught off guard by the sound. They hit the front of Sun's legs, and the solar animatronic stared down at them silently before starting to laugh.

He didn’t even know what he was laughing at, maybe just the overall ridiculousness of the situation. The laughter strained, then choked, turning into tears and he turned away from the confused eyes of the twins.

“I did not know the sunman could make that sound.” Blood muttered to his other, still crouched on the ground where they had landed.

“Perhaps the dark sun did something worse than just use cruel words?” Harvest pondered quietly, gaze following Sun as the yellow animatronic paced by the door, wiping at his optics and swearing quietly.

Sun didn’t like the way the twins were staring so intently at him, he felt like a mouse about to be caught by clawed paws. He was embarrassed for crying in front of them, but he knew that if he left his room the computer would notify Moon and then he’d be dealing with Moon and the twins were the lesser of two evils.

"He is going to be crazier than me, other," Blood whispered to his brother as the Sun animatronic desperately tried to stop crying. . . especially in front of these two twins. . . God, can it get even worse?

The twins felt. . . so fucking awkward. They weren't used to seeing anyone else be sad or cry in distress except with themselves.

"I think he's lost it, brother," the other whispered back as Sun wiped his eyes, fanning them, then took deep breaths. . . his hands slowly went to his pants, wiping them on the soft cloth.

Harvest and Blood continued to talk to each other inside their mindscape, contemplating on what to do or say to this poor Sun animatronic. . . and they concluded that maybe leaving would be good. . . yes, leaving. They had no idea how to comfort their. . . potential enemy, after all, and they didn't want to make it worse.

The twins took one last look at Sun. . . before slowly turning around. . . and slowly crawling outside as he cried.

They felt out of place on the balcony and could hear Moon below throwing things around and swearing. After a small internal debate, they crawled up into the rafters of the building and began using the thick wooden beams to get around. The daycare felt cluttered with the celestial’s negative energy, and they decided they wanted out of there.

“Do you think they are always this dysfunctional?” Blood mused as Harvest picked their way through the darkness of pipes and support beams.

He considered the question, sliding down a conjoined pipe to land softly by a vent. They slunk inside the metal corridor as he answered, “It’s possible, although if that’s the case I don’t understand how Father has yet to remove them.”

“Father and the moonman have a deal.” Blood reminded, flicking their gaze over to an opening below them in question.

Harvest slid over to it, bare feet kicking open the sheet of metal silently and dropping down. “You make a fair point,” he conceded, falling through and remaining crouched as they got their bearing in the dark area. “But surely the dark sun would have known of the vulnerabilities.”

“Eclipse is a coward.” Blood said simply, coaxing a soft chuckle from his other half.

They stood, recognizing the area as the theatre. Hopping off the stage, they prowled about until they heard voices. “The tall lady is near.”

“Oh, it was fun to tear that one apart.”

“Remember our agreement with the sunman other.” Harvest snapped back, not willing to risk their safety for a few seconds of entertainment.

“Of course, other.” Blood replied coyly. “And since we are going to be stuck here, we should say hello.” He continued with a sharp smile.

"Maybe scare them a little?"

"HMMMM. . . why not."

The two chuckled, crawling to a darker corner to hide, to stalk for the time being, and when the time was appropriate, they would show themselves.

Into the theater was Earth, smiling and giggly as she talked with her much younger brother, Lunar. She was animated, invested in the topic she was talking about - all the while in her new body, which made the twins look further in curiosity, talking into their mindscape.

"She’s smaller, other, much more frail!-"
"So tempting to break-"
"But we must not."

"That sounds really nice, Earth, but I think corsets are sort of. . . weird, honestly, but it does seem good for your back. Like, imagine being a pregnant woman - that would kind of help, right?"

"Oh yes! It did actually back then in the Victorian era. A lot of women then had a pregnancy corset, and it really helped them with their backs - and helped them move so much more fluidly!"

Lunar was also invested. It was sort of cool how something that seemed so restrictive actually helped?

The two seemed to be lost in conversation as the twins observed from the shadows. They eavesdropped on the conversation about. . . pregnancy corsets. Blood would squint his eyes, and Harvest, doing the same, if they had separate bodies at the moment, would be looking at each other questioningly.

"I didn't know the little one—"
"Is interested—"
"in old fashion. . ."
"Bah! I do not care. Let's give them a scare!"

With Blood's plea, Harvest, who was taking over the body, moved, crawling to a different space in the dark.

"Oh, and did you know that hairstyles also indicate women's ages back then?"

Lunar noticed big red eyes glowing from behind Earth. He stared back at them, quite horrified.

"Ah- E-Earth? Earth? Earth?!?"

The small bot pointed at the area they were in. A Cheshire cat-like smile was visible, and a giggle could be heard.

The twins slunk back into the shadows before they could be properly identified, prowling around the area silently as the two siblings pressed close to each other. They knew to be somewhat wary of Earth, she was still a fair bit larger than them, and a scared person was sometimes a dangerous person.

However, they weren't looking to cause actual harm. . . this time.

"What did you see, Lunar?" Earth asked, picking up the smaller animatronic defensively.

"I- I thought I saw-"

"Thought you saw what?" Harvest purred, perched on the back of a theater seat directly behind them.

Both screamed, Earth taking several quick steps away while fumbling for her phone with her free hand, Lunar going silent and still from fear.

"How rude." Blood added, not moving from their position perched on the chair.

"And here we were just trying to say hello." Harvest continued, sinking their claws into the padded back of the chair with a quiet ripping sound.

"Moon," Earth said, quite calm for the situation and threat in front of them. "Could you get down here as quickly as possible? Thank you." She pocketed the phone, turning her full attention to the twins warily, waiting to see when they planned to attack. She was fairly sure she could fight them off still, Lunar's protection was more important. "You two should leave." She tried to rationalize.

"But we just got here."
"Party pooper."
"Very rude, kicking us out like that."
"We haven't even done anything."

Both twins giggled, the two voices overlapping and making the celestials' wires stand on edge.

"What do you want!" Lunar finally demanded fingers curled tightly into the long sleeves of his sister's dress.

In their headspace the twins glanced at each other, smile sharpening in real time. "Why, just to say hello to our dear-"
"Precious-"
"Small-"
"Helpless-"
"Pitiful little brother." They purred out, lithe form slinking down from the chair back as fluidly as a fox with a grin to match.
"But I see we aren't wanted."
"Disappointing."
"A shame."
"insulting even." They slunk forward, low to the ground, amusement growing as Earth took a step back for every step they took forward, keeping an equal distance between them. Unfortunately, all good things have to end, the theater doors slamming open.

"Solar!" Lunar cried out in relief, wanting to drop to the floor and run over to the yellow and brown bot, but kept still due to the obstacle between them.

The eclipse model didn't look too impressed, marching down and grabbing the twins by the collar of their shirt. "A little blue birdie told me that you're supposed to be in Sun's room and not stirring chaos or tormenting anyone."

Solar effortlessly lifted the twins into the air, bringing them to eye level with him, much to everyone's surprise. The twins' widened eyes met Solar's gaze for a few seconds before they hissed and snarled in protest.

"PUT US DOWN, ECLIPSE RIP OFF!" Blood growled, attempting to scratch Solar, but Solar deftly slapped his hands away.

"Why would a serial killer be in Sun's room?" Lunar asked, his disbelief evident as he glanced between Solar and Earth, who appeared to be processing her emotions.

"Let's just all. . . calm down," Earth intervened, her voice steady. "Lunar, take deep breaths. Come to me." Lunar made his way to Earth, hugging her legs and seeking refuge behind her, wanting to stay away from the two beasts.

Bloodmoon struggled in Solar's grasp, on the verge of biting him, but Solar shook them lightly with a glower. "It's. . . complicated," Solar explained.

"We made a deal with your coward of a brother," Blood began, his voice dripping with disdain. "We won't touch you, tear you apart. . . Unfortunately. . . unfortunate indeed."

Lunar blinked in disbelief, and Earth tightened her grip on Lunar's shoulder at the last statement.

"Quit scaring my friends," Solar sounded annoyed.

Blood hissed at him while Harvest just chuckled mirthlessly. For the moment they seemed to decide they were content to hang in the air, slowly compressing their density until they were too heavy for Solar to keep up. The theater attendant dropped them after a small struggle to continue keeping them in his hold, letting them fall to the ground unceremoniously with a small thud on the thin carpet. "Scare? We would never scare." Blood protested with a grin that didn't match the false tone of insult and innocence.

"We were merely saying hello," Harvest added, realizing how gross the carpet was and scrambling up with a faint look of disgust.

"Uh. . . huh." Solar deadpanned, crossing his arms. He shot an apologetic look to Earth and Lunar and sighed. "Sun decided to draw up a truce with these freaks."

"Rude."
"No need to call names."
"Stupid eclipse copy."

Solar didn't spare them a glance, "They're allowed to stay here as long as they don't kill anyone, or cause problems during the daytime. In return for their. . . good behavior." He rolled his eyes, "We aren't telling KC or Eclipse they're here."

"This is stupid." Lunar blurted, shrinking back when the twins’ gaze shot to him with a quiet intensity.

"Tell that to your brother." Solar shot back, "Moon's on Sun's side about this too, so don't bother trying to change their minds. Better the enemy you know."

"I. . . suppose," Earth said carefully, running her thumbs over Lunar's shoulders soothingly. "As long as they are behaving and willing to work with us, I don't. . . see the harm?" Her eyes drifted down to the twins crouched low by Solar's feet, frowning lightly at the implications of the twins being allowed to stay here. "They won't be around the children?"

"They won't be in your areas." Solar assured her, "Whether they are allowed to roam the plex during opening areas isn't my call. Moon suggested letting them run wild outdoors, but Eclipse and KC are gonna be prowling about for a while trying to figure out if we actually have them or not."

The twins made a face, one torn between disdain and something softer. . . sadder. Earth felt her initial defense soften a bit at the small sliver of vulnerability shown, "Well, alright. I suppose you should be heading back now?"

Father still looks for us?
Trying?
Who cares. He will only give us harsh punishments, Harvest hissed in the mindscape. To get us only to make us hate him even more.
And Eclipse encourages him.
Cares for us he does not.
He only lies.
To get us to do his bidding.

Outside, their body made a face, eyes furrowing, filled with thought. Killcode looking for them still? Him possibly caring? Bah.

Lunar was staring at the twins' expressions—it was weird.

Their train of thought was cut off when Earth asked them if they should be going back to Sun's room. . . Well, now that was just awkward. Because, well, the twins came down here because of Sun's outburst. . . Staring at Earth for just a moment.

"And go back to your weeping brother?”
“It is. . . awkward," they admitted they didn't want to see the Sun animatronic crying. . . At least now the group understood why they left in the first place.

"Crying like a baby he was.”
“Whining.”
“We do not wish to hear him moan and groan," Blood sneered.

"Probably crying cause of you two FREAKS!" Lunar pointed out but then hid again behind an even more concerned Earth. . .

"And why. . . was he crying?"

"We do not know and we do not care," both voices were heard.

The eclipse model sighed again, crossing his arms loosely. "I'll explain it later." He told the celestial siblings, glancing down at the twins. "And Sun is fine now. He just needed a moment."

"Oh." Earth said, reading between the lines of what Solar was saying, "And. . . Moon? Is he alright as well?"

"He's. . . in his shop." Solar conceded, which translated to probably not, but it's Moon and it's hard to tell. He wasn't comfortable discussing the details of the family's business (of which he didn't consider himself included in) around the twins.

Lunar listened to the exchange silently, eyeing the twins warily. The twins themselves were also listening, looking bored as they picked at a small tear on the knees of their pants. They caught Lunar staring and stared back for a second, looking surprised and confused before slipping into a glare and toothy grin. Lunar hastily looked away.

Solar nudged them with a foot to get their attention, "Stop trying to silently terrorize Lunar. Aren't you two brothers?"

They recoiled, malice flickering into their eyes at the question. "He is no brother of ours." Blood hissed, while at the same time, Harvest snarled out, "We have no need for family."

Solar blinked, trying to unjumble the mix of words, then shrugged. "Okay, that wasn't super positive. Regardless of whether he's your brother or not, you're still expected to play nice according to the deal you made. Unless you are so desperate to return to Killcode."

Fear and anxiety flicked across the twin's face, before being hidden behind a secondary anger that came naturally to them. They growled lowly, but didn't say anything in response. Stupid eclipses. They thought to themselves. You can't trust them.

"I'll take that as a no. And because that's a no, let's go back to the daycare and leave Earth and Lunar alone."

Harvest eyed the offered hand warily, distrust slowly becoming more and more apparent in his expression. "Not with you."

The theater attendant sighed, rubbing his face with the rejected hand, "Well I don't trust you to do it on your own because I don't trust you, so someone has to walk you back. I know that Sun promised you more freedom, but you're gonna have to earn our trust if you want to wander around alone."

The twins growled to themselves, coming to some kind of silent agreement. "We will go with the sunman. Not you. Filthy, false Eclipse."

"Well, I'm sure Sun wants you to go back and NOT terrorize us, you know," Lunar retorted with a sassy tone, rich coming from someone who was hiding behind his big sister.

The twins looked at Lunar and bit the air to scare him, which made Lunar hide behind Earth's fluffy hair, squeaking a bit. The two sniggered.

Solar smacked the twins' heads, earning a hiss from them as they crouched lower on the ground.

"You do know he's right. Sun wouldn't want you prowling about when there's a high chance KC or even Eclipse would come and take you. . . You don't want to return to whatever hole you two were in, don't you?" Solar frowned, reminding the twins why he wanted them back up there in the first place.

There was a brief moment of silence while the twins had a mental discussion.

He has a point.
We don’t want to go back.
Get caught-
Like a mouse in a trap
But also, Harvest mused, coded twirling around his other’s, If we let them order us around they will think that they can tell us to do whatever they wish.
We don’t want to be controlled.

“We will return to the daycare. . .”

“Oh thank fuck.” Solar muttered.

“With Sun.” Blood finished, the two scampered out of arms reach and perched on the back of the chairs a few rows down.

Solar glared at them, then sighed, pulling out his phone. “Hey Sun can you come get them? . . .yeah, they refuse to go with me. . . .I mean I could try but I don’t feel like losing an eye, and they’re too fast for me. . . .yeah I can stay here until you get over here.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Sun was just beginning to collect himself, breathing deeply and wiping away his tears until Solar called him.

He answered and listened to what the Eclipse model had to say. . . Oh, shit, the twins went out? And he didn't even notice them slip away from his sight. . . It was understandable why they would, though—

An exaggerated, exasperated sigh could be heard on Solar's phone.

"Thank you, Solar. I'll get them in a bit. . ."

Ending the call, the animatronic rubbed his face, groaning. He left his room, not caring if the AIs would alarm Moon or not.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

"So. . . if the twins are here. . . does that mean Eclipse would come too?. . . What if he. . . what if—Killcode?" Lunar’s mind was filled with questions, and who can blame him? His sister rubbed his back to try to ground him.

The twins, perched up on the roof, observing. . . Now waiting for Sun as they continued to discuss.

“They might. That’s why we’re gonna have to be on guard these next few weeks. Moon says KC thinks they’re dead, but Eclipse is smarter than to think they would be killed so easily.” Solar sighed, rubbing his temple to stave off a forming headache. “In the chance that you do see them, contact Moon or me. If they confront you, you haven’t seen Bloodmoon since the last time he was seen lurking around weeks ago.”

Earth nodded, taking the situation seriously. “Will they harm us?”

“Killcode, no. He and Moon made a deal to not bring harm to each other’s family a while ago. Eclipse? Maybe.” He glanced at Lunar, “It’s best not to risk it, he is only tied to Moon’s deal by his association with KC. I don’t know how likely he is to uphold KC’s contract.”

The door swung open to the theater, a tired Sun standing in the doorway. Milky white optics scanned over them, landing on the twins crouched in the background.

Lunar turned to the noise, and so did the rest of the group. "SUN!-"

"Hey. . . Heyy. . ." Sun said, tired. Earth looked at her brother rather concerned.

"Sun, hello brother. . . We're sorry to pull you out right now. . ."

"It's fine, Earth. You needed to anyways. . . You two. . . let's. . . go back to the daycare, yeah?—"

"AND STOP BOTHERING US!"

The twins rolled their eyes at Lunar's comment but didn't do anything else. Now that Sun was here, they plopped down, crawling to the Sun animatronic's side. . . Well, at least they were being compliant at the moment.

"You'll be okay, Sun?"

"Yeah— YEAH! I'll be fine, Solar. . ."

No. He wouldn't be fine, but despite it, he would try to force himself to be. The twins were his responsibility after all.

Chapter Text

Clawed fingers batted curiously at the bells on his wrist, and it took all of his willpower not to startle or pull away. He supposed it was better than the two killing him. With a small huff of a sigh, he turned out of the theater, the twins hot on his trail. "There wasn't a need to scare them like that." He scolded as they walked.

The twins chuckled quietly to themselves, eyes trained on the bells swinging on Sun's wrists. "We didn't harm them." 

"Physically," Sun muttered.

The twins slinked in front of him, nearly tripping him as low to the ground as they were. They stared up at him, amused as he stopped. "Are you implying they are really so weak-willed they can't handle a simple hello?" Harvest challenged from their crouched position. "That they will be forever mentally traumatized by a small fright?"

"No," Sun said cautiously, stepping around the twins. "But it's not going to help anything if you purposefully antagonize the others your first day staying here. You broke Lunar's arm and literally killed Earth. I think they have every right to be on edge around you two."

"And you aren't?" They challenged, standing to their full height, which was still a couple of feet shorter than the solar animatronic, but it did its job in setting him on edge. 

"I am," Sun replied honestly, white optics flicking over them nervously. The anxiety in his form faded when he realized that they weren't going to do anything, and were just trying to intimidate them. "You two are oddly docile." He remarked, turning his back to them again and walking through the door to the daycare, headed towards the teleporter.

"Docile?" Harvest muttered to Blood.

"Not docile," Blood replied to his other, "Just. . . calm?"

"Calm, yes. Calmer. There is no need to rip and tear."

"Feast on blood rivers."

"Paint the walls red with the screams of the weak."

"No. . . no need to do so."

"A quiet desire, but something that can be ignored."

"For once, we are no longer starving for something that cannot fulfill us."

Sun, at the teleporter, glanced back and noticed they had stopped in their tracks, muttering to themselves. He couldn't exactly judge since he was prone to the same behavior, but he also needed them over to him. "Are you two coming?" He called, tapping his foot impatiently.

Muttering, muttering, these two were. . .  lost in their own little world again, that was, until the solar animatronic called them over rather impatiently.

"We are coming, coming."

"Impatient, are we?"

Crawling towards Sun, they looked up at him, before the balcony. . .  They jumped up to Sun and used him as a stepping stool before hopping onto the balcony. They smiled, sort of taunting the Sun animatronic.

"What the— Ah— HEY—"

Sun almost lost his balance, looking up at the twins rather annoyed by their antics.

"What?"

"You did say to hurry up!"

The two snickered before slowly disappearing from view and crawling towards their quarters—Sun's room. Opening it, Sun was already inside, crossing his arms. . .  right by the door.

"YEE!—"

Surprisingly enough, it startled the twins, making them jump back, hands on the defense.

Sun only. . .  snickered at that reaction.

"Don't do that—"

"You startled us!

"Now it isn't fun when it's you being scared, now is it?"

". . . .."

". . . .."

"Shut.

"Up."

"Okay, okay. No need to put your pants in a rut!"

Speaking of pants. . .  Bloodmoon's clothes were seriously out of order—gosh. . .  and only now has he noticed its grime, burnt edges, and the like. . .  Sun couldn't help but feel disgusted. . .  and they're going to be sleeping in his room. . . 

"Staring is rude." Harvest huffed, feeling uncomfortable with how intently the attendant was watching them. 

Sun stammered out an apology, then crouched. "How long have you two been wearing these?" He asked, pointing to the clothes.

They blinked, considering the question. Coming up blank, they shrugged. "Since the gator gave us this body."

Sun did some quick math and made a face of disgust. Two years?! "Nope, nuh-uh." He said, standing up. "We are burning those."

Blood lit up at the mention of arson, "Can we light the fire?"

Sun realized that the twins took the saying literally, and had a brief inner conflict. "Sure." He gave in, "In the morning. I'll take you down to the basement and we can toss them in the combustor." 

"Fire."

"Fire."

"Yes."

They giggled to themselves, giddy about the idea, then rationale kicked in. "But then what will we wear?" Harvest implored, stalking towards the solar animatronic, circling him. It wasn't meant to intimidate, just a natural fidget similar to pacing for the smaller animatronics.

"I'll get something close to your size in the morning. . ." Sun said, glancing at his closet. He had a few hoodies that didn't fit him anymore after Fazbear had shoved both him and Moon into new bodies. "Until then you can borrow something from here." He decided, marching up to the closet and dragging out a jacket from the recesses of the dark space. He glanced it over, just a plain black pullover, and handed it to the twins, who looked at it curiously. "Uh, I don't have any pants that will fit you."

"This is fine."

"Oookay then. I'll go steal you a hat from Moon while you two get that on. Just. . . leave the old ones on the ground." Sun muttered, "We'll take care of them in the morning." He walked out of the room, making a small to-do list in his head for the morning.

- Get the twins clothes from Lunar

- Burn the old clothes

- Measure their sizes so we can order new clothes

- Buy more cat food

- We're out of coffee

- Get the twins to take a bath, they smell like river water

- Laundry

- Sanitize room while they're washing

- Litter box

Considering, he paused outside of Moon's room, and added 

- See if the twins will eat something other than blood

While he was walking out, the twins embarrassingly struggled with the clothes. . .  Putting aside the clothes given, they started to stretch out the cloth, growling, hissing.

"I hate this, I hate this."

"Ugggghhh!"

The twins ended up biting the cloth off, ripping it, and finally freeing themselves from its restraints. And so were the pants. Large pieces of cloth fell on the floor.

"Freedom!"

Took them long enough. God. And now here goes the hard part: getting on whatever this was. . .  A growl could be heard in the room.

"How do we put this on?"

"Without ripping it?"

"Tearing it?"

The twins' commotion was so loud that Sun heard it from the outside. . .  Sun, who was already sitting on his beloved couch, sighed rather loudly. "Is everything okay in there?"

Silence.

And that silence immediately made the animatronic concerned. Groaning, he gets up and opens the door to his room, only to find Bloodmoon in a vulnerable position.

Bloodmoon was wearing the sweater in the most incorrect way possible. His head was in the right armhole, arm in the neck hole - and had NO pants whatsoever.

Sun burst out laughing, uncontrollably, sort of forgetting that they were bare-ass naked.

The twins snarled, tearing off the wretched fabric (without ripping it to pieces) and throwing it at the daycare animatronic's face. "Curses on you." Blood spat, feeling their faceplate heat up with embarrassment.

Sun wasn't even phased by the bundle of jacket hitting his face, in fact, it only spurred on his glee. He grabbed the doorframe to steady himself, trying to sober up in the face of the twin's evident frustration. "Do you-" He wheezed, barely containing his amusement. "Do you not know how to wear a shirt?" He managed with a snicker.

Bloodmoon crossed their arms with a slight pout, refusing to answer the question. Their silence was damning, and Sun stepped into the room, tossing the stolen hat at them and closing the door so the cats wouldn't get out. It had been shoved in a box with a few other hats in his brother's room. Every now and then they got a random package of clothes from Fazbear for different holidays, and this one was from their Halloween apparel. The twins accepted the black fabric bewildered, almost dropping it when they caught it. 

White swirls examined it with something unidentifiable in them before they shoved it on, finding it acceptable. Those same white swirls flicked up to Sun as he sat on the corner of the bed. "Come here and I'll help you." The celestial bot offered, holding up the hoodie.

They hesitated, then padded over, quick to make themselves at home in Sun's lap, looking up at him expectantly. "Show us." Blood demanded, white and red claws tugging lightly at the offered fabric, oblivious to the solar model's fluster.

In his lap. Out of all places they could be sitting or standing - the floor, beside him, or just standing up straight - they HAD to stay in his lap. . .  And the fact that he was butt naked. . .  Pressing against him. . .  God. . .  Didn't Bloodmoon know about personal space? Or. . .  Wasn't he embarrassed? The Sun animatronic stared at him. . .  Clearing his throat.

"Why are you red, Sunman?” 

“Red as blood." The twins furrowed their brows, tilting their heads and squinting at the poor, flustered animatronic.

"Ah. From laughing so hard!-"

No way was he going to admit to anything. This was just an innocent little thing where Bloodmoon needed help. Yes. Help.

"Now, uhm, let me help you - so. . .  uhm. . .  Do you see this? This is where your head goes - and. . .  your arms go in here. . .  h. . .  here." 

The twins hissed unhappily, but let themselves be manhandled until they got the idea, tearing their arms away from Sun. They shoved the hoodie on the rest of the way, wriggling to get it to fall over their face. Their hips ground down against Sun's thigh, soft folds catching on the friction of the soft pants, and they froze, gaze snapping down to where their hips connected to Sun's leg. 

Sun also tensed, a million thoughts running through his head. Why is their modesty panel even open??? Why did they act like they didn't even notice it was open??? Do they normally just leave it open? Do they even have one? No, they do, I saw the outline of where it slides away on their casing. Sun! You pervert don't think about that! He kept his optics trained on Bloodmoon's expression, watching as realization struck the red and white animatronic. He let out a mental sigh of relief, expecting the twins to get off him now that they realized-

Bloodmoon rolled their hips down again, experimentally, optics brightening when the twins felt a twinge of something good shoot through their pelvis. They let out a soft moan at the feeling, rocking down again. Sun spluttered, faceplate glowing with a bright golden flush, yellow and gray hands immediately grabbing Bloodmoon's hips and forcing him still. They whined pathetically at the sudden stop to the newfound pleasure, making a weak attempt to pry Sun's hands off them so they could go again.

" BLOODMOON-! " Sundrop squeaked at the twins, looking them in the eyes, trying to avoid the mess that was. . .  well. . .  on his thighs. "Wh-What do you think you're doing?!?"

He was honestly shocked that these twins were so shameless. . .  Shameless to the point they just. . .  grind their hips like that. . .  As if it was nothing?!.

"What is that. . . ?” 

“That tingling sensation. . . ?” 

“And why. . . ”
“Does it feel. . . ” 

“Good?"

Sun was even more taken aback by these two's questions. . .  Oh god. . .  were they clueless?. . .  Is that why they didn't care if their intimate parts showed or how they sat on his lap butt naked?. . . 

"Don't. . .  you know anything?. . .  you two?. . . "

Sun didn't want to explain anything to these two. . .  That should have been. . .  well. . .  KC's job. . .  God, this feels awkward - and embarrassing for the animatronic. . .  even more so when he felt his own twitch. Sun. NO. Feeling. . .  this way wasn't appropriate - even more so when these two didn't even know the concept of sex. . .  They were. . .  vulnerable.

"No, so that's why-” 

“We are asking you.” 

“Why does it feel good?” 

“And why stop us?” 

“There is no harm, is there?” 

“No pain. . . "

Bloodmoon would try to wiggle out of Sun's hands. At the same time they were trying to get to that same pleasure they felt a while ago, moaning ever so slightly.

For a moment Sun could only gawk at them, fans running loudly and glow feature activated. "I- you- what- no!" He spluttered, changing tactics and lifting them by the waist instead so they couldn't grind against him "It's not something you just do ." He said, "That's something you do in like- the privacy of your room or something!"

"We are in your room." Harvest pointed out, glaring down at Sun's hands keeping them from their goal.

Sun squeaked in embarrassment, rays shrinking slightly as he searched for anything but an actual explanation. That was too embarrassing! "I meant it's something you do alone ."

The twins glanced up at him, then around the room. "There is no one else here. Why are you avoiding the question, sunman?" Blood growled, trying to pry Sun's hands off their waist. 

After needle-sharp claws stabbed his fingers between the joints, he let go quickly with a hiss of pain. The twins scrabbled away from the reach of his hands, not wishing to be restrained again, stopping at the head of the bed. Sun automatically turned to make sure they weren't doing anything, fans kicking up a notch at the sight of them in his hoodie, sitting with their legs open and hands supporting them against the wall behind them. He quickly averted his gaze out of basic decency, finding interest in the area of the wall by the sprawled-out animatronic. "How do you two not know about this?!" He shot back, "You act like it's the first time you've ever felt aroused!"

The twins flushed upon being called out for their lack of knowledge. "We are well versed in pain."

"Bloodlust."

"Torment."

"Cruelty, upon ourselves and others."

"There are. . . many things we have not experienced."

"A tool!" Blood lamented, "Controlled for the sake of other's gain!"

"Our only purpose is to cause others pain."

"And ruin."

"Why would we have need to learn things that do not fit our purpose as objects for other's ruling?"

"Things outside of blood and screams?"

"It is only recently that we have found solace within our own minds, able to think clearly outside of the event of the bloody red moon."

Sun blinked at them, trying to process the overlapping sentences. His rays spun in thought, "So this is the first time you've felt aroused?"

"Is that what it's called?"

"Yes?"

"Then yes."

Then yes. . . 

First time. First time feeling aroused they said. WHAT A TIME TO BE AROUSED. Just a few moments ago these two were threatening to kill him and now they grinded on his leg, and are asking him such embarrassing things. . . 

For a moment, Sun was speechless. . .  Just taking in the information, and what just happened.

He took one deep, long breath.

"Aroused. . . ” 

“And what do people. . .  do when they're aroused?” 

“And why do they do it alone when it feels good?"

"We want answers, Sunman-” 

“NOW."

The twins were asking too many questions, and many questions that were asked way too quickly. Should he really step up and. . .  help these two out? Humor them and show them a thing or two-

SUN. What are you thinking?! Thinking about that. . .  Control yourself. . .  CONTROL YOURSELF.

The silence Sun gave made the twins impatient. They wanted answers to their newfound pleasure. . .  And Sun was taking too long. . .  The twins ended up jumping off the headboard, crawling up to Sun, grabbing him by the ruffled collar, face close to his.

"If you cannot speak. . . ” 

“Then why not show us?” 

“Show us show us show us-”

“It's easy, is it not?"

The attendant floundered, "I don't know if I'm the best person to-"

They scoffed, shoving him away. "Would you rather we go and ask your brother?"

"The moon man?"

"Or maybe your sister."

"Or maybe that false Eclipse."

"He may know."

"No, don't do that!" Sun yelped, grabbing their wrist before they could slide off the bed. 

They grinned to themselves, turning fluidly and slinking back into Sun's lap. "Then show us. " Harvest purred, their hands coming up to rest on Sun's chest as they leaned forward, husking out the words. 

"It's not- I shouldn't- I-"

"He's weak." Blood complained.

"Can't even speak," Harvest added, raising a brow at the flushed Sun. 

"It's a good thing we don't need his words to gain the answers we desire."

"Yes, but I enjoy the way he flusters. It's amusing."

"Indeed."

They dragged their hips down against Sun's thigh, wicked grin melting into something more pleasurable. "Does he want us to beg?" Harvest pondered, as Sun kept stammering, unable to properly form a yes or no sentence. 

"We can beg."

"I'd rather not."

"There's something appealing about the idea."

Harvest made a face at his twin’s words, "Then you beg."

"I'd rather not."

"Then I'll beg."

"Stop!" Sun managed, catching their wrists in his hands and pulling back slightly. "There's no- fucking hell. You don't have to beg what the fuck is wrong with you."

The twins cackled, "Then will you show us?"

"The secrets to this newfound concept?"

"This pleasure?"

"The heat that burns in our core?"

Sun didn't want to admit it, but all this was making him heat up. His fans began to whir faster, steam released from his neck as the twins asked him once more if he could show them. The fact that they were even willing to go and beg for this. . . 

The red animatronic shifted his knee to Sun's crotch, fingers tapping against his metallic chest as they watched the Sun animatronic squirm.

Sun felt so conflicted and confused. The twins were offering themselves up right now, and then wanting to experience this newfound pleasure eagerly, even! But Sun knew it was immoral as these two didn't even know what they were going to get after this. The want of more? The emotional heaviness that comes with it. . .  The show of complete vulnerability? Sun didn't want to violate them like that.

But his body said otherwise. He felt himself grow warmer, an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. . .  Stars, why now?

The animatronic looked down, noticing that Sunman had also felt compelled to do whatever it was. . .  They smiled rather evilly, and with what he learned, for a brief moment, they rubbed their knee against the growing member, sending Sun shivering.

Sun bit his lip, swallowing a shaky moan. He gently clamped his hand over the twins' knee, pushing it away. "Okay." He said after a second to catch his bearings. "I-I'll show you." He was compromising with himself. He'd only show them how they could alleviate the heat without being overly intimate with them himself. He held his hand out, "Let me see your hand."

The twins were eager to comply, slotting their smaller hand against Sun's, automatically twining their fingers together. Sharp claws rested gently on Sun's knuckles and he stared at them in confusion. "I. . . guess that works but not what I was trying to accomplish." He muttered, not sure how to feel about how nice the red and white fingers looked against dusty yellow. He gently unwound their hands, holding Bloodmoon's palm up in his before considering their positions. "Turn around." He ordered, waiting until the twins had their back to him. 

"I'm going to touch you." He warned, waiting until he heard a whined out 'Please' from the twins that set his fans back on fire after they had just cooled down. His member gave an interested twitch against the fabric of his pants, and he did his best to ignore it. This wasn't about him, he wasn't going to take advantage of the twins like this. He slid his free hand around the twin's waist, snaking down their stomach to reach their pelvis. Two fingers slid down further until they could feel just the outline of where the other's silicone was planted. The twins twitched against him, the hostage hand once again tangling with Sun's fingers. "I'm just going to show you, okay?" He clarified, before pressing said fingers lightly on either side of Bloodmoon's clit. He rubbed down slowly, adding soft pressure to the sensitive bundle of nerves. The twins shuddered and moaned with a sharp intake of air, immediately bucking into the sensation, grinding down on Sun's fingers.

Suns elongated fingers worked heavenly. Gentle hands rub against the sensitive clit, taking his precious time on them as to not overwhealm the twins with the newfound sensation. . .  The twins whined rather pathetically, melting into putty on the taller animatronic’s arms. . . which just made the animatronic fluster..god how he loved the sounds of their desperate whining. . . but he hated how much he loved it- he wasn’t supposed to . These two almost killed him for star's sake! Yet the solar animatronic couldn't stop. 

"mmm. . . "  Sun hummed. Trying so desperately to ignore his growing, twitching member. Trying to ignore the melodic sighs and murmurs of the twins. Trying so desperately to ignore how the twins grinded their hips against his fingers, against his crotch. 

"Sunnman. . . ”

"FASTER.”

"we crave more.”

"More.”

The twins begged. . .  gripping the hand that played them.

“More sunman. . .”

They whined. Looking up to Sun with an expression he had never seen before. . .  stars, how he wanted to just fuck them right there and then but he shouldn't.

"Mkay," Sun murmured, leaning forward to give himself better reach, resting his chin on the twins' shoulder. His fans spun erratically at the sight of red-tinted slick coating his fingers and soaking a wet patch into the fabric of his pants. He took a second to reposition the twins slightly, pushing their hips up and spreading glittery red folds with his fingers. The twins' breath caught as the cold air hit their cunt, a single digit wriggling past their labia and just stroking the entrance to their hole. 

They melted under the heavy petting with whimpers and pleas for Sun to continue, rocking down grinding on Sun's palm as he started to insert just the first digit of his finger, watching as slick wet folds covered it. Bloodmoon arched at the slim intrusion, their free hand digging into Sun's unoccupied thigh, the claws leaving jagged tears in the expensive fabric and digging into the casing underneath. Sun winced in pain, taking a second to let the twins get used to the new feeling until their claws released him. 

"You two doing okay?" He asked, voice husked with arousal, milky white optics greedily drinking in the sight of the red and white casing twitching and shaking against him just from a couple of fingers. He most definitely wasn't saving this to his memory to get off to later, he would never stoop that low.

"Y-Yes. . . " Both voices whimpered in unison, their tones low and hushed.

"What did you do? It feels strange. . . ” 

“But don't stop.” 

“Don’t stop."

The twins widened their legs, granting Sun easier access to them. However, despite their efforts, they were still tight. . .  it would be quite a squeeze if 

he inserted his finger in completely. . .  Which, of course, he did. Slowly but surely. . . 

The twins' backs arched, their heads leaning onto Sun's shoulder as they were finally. . .  finally being opened ever so slowly by the yellow animatronic. It was a peculiar sensation. It was exhilarating. . .  but tinged with twinges of pain here and there. . .  It didn't help that Sun's fingers were quite long. . .  and boy, did they reach deep .

"You're doing well."

Sun murmured as he slowly thrust his long finger into them, being gentle as it was their first time after all. . .  inside, outside, his fingers explored the moaning animatronics. . . 

"Hh..hah. . . hhahgh. . . " The twins sniffled.

"It's strange. . . ”

"Unfamiliar. . . ”

"It hurts a bit. . . ”

"But we want m. . . more. . . ” They whimpered lowly, trembling slightly.

Sun gripped the other's hip, flushing at their pleas.

Sun slowly slid his finger out, letting it drag along their walls, before pushing it back in only partially, adding a second finger, slowly stretching them out. Red tears slipped from the twin's eyes, dripping down their cheeks and landing in small drops on their chest. The red liquid caught Sun's eye, carving a wet trail down their split casing. He shivered at the sight, pushing both fingers in slowly before scissoring them, soaking in the sight of twin's overstimulated tears. "Do you need to stop?" He asked, sounding genuinely concerned. As attractive as the sight was, he didn't want their first experience to be tainted.

The twins whined as he stopped to let them actually consider the question, grinding down against his fingers and stuffing them full needily. 

"Bloodmoon." Sun said, squeezing their hand in his. "I'm serious, if you need to stop it's okay. You look. . . overwhelmed."

The twins paused, actually thinking it over, then shook their head. "We are fine," Harvest affirmed. "Feels nice."

"Hurts." Blood added, "In a good way."

"Please?" Harvest rasped, rolling their hips down, walls clenching around Sun's fingers.

Sun felt his cock throb, and he briefly considered how nice it would be to sink into that slick, tight heat before mentally reprimanding himself. This is wrong enough as it is, get it together Sun! His cock disagreed, tenting his pants and writhing slightly, aching at the lack of stimulation. He was glad that the twins were facing away from him, no doubt they would ask questions about that part of his own anatomy.

Sun bit down on his lip, hating the way they pleaded, the way they squirmed in his arms with each thrust, each move of his finger. He hated how his cock throbbed and twitched with every movement these two made. He hated it, hated it, hated it . But it sounded nice, it looked nice . God, how he wanted to just pin these two hungry twins on the bed and fuck them crazy. How he wanted to tear them apart and make them scream—just as they did with the pain and suffering they had caused him back then. Sun was getting pent up, he was getting frustrated, but still, he controlled himself. . .  but God knows for how long he could control himself.

"If it hurts too much, let. . .  let me know, okay?" Sun warned them ahead of time, just in case it got too overwhelming.

The twins nodded, preparing themselves.

Without any more hesitation, the Sun animatronic continued to rip them open, sliding his long finger into their walls, dragging the finger inside before thrusting out, only to insert his second finger slowly. It was a little difficult as the twins clenched slightly, but the fingers slipped in.

The twins gasped, holding their breath before releasing a shaky breath, along with a couple of tears that streamed down their faces. God, it was so overwhelming for the two, but they didn't want Sun to stop. . .  even if it did hurt just a bit.

"S-sun. . . man. . . " The two voices moaned.

Sun didn't stop. . .  he wanted to hear them. At least then he would be satisfied. . .  at least, without touching them with his own intimacy.

His fingers quickened the pace, fingers digging inside the red bot's tight, wet cunt, his slick drooling all over Sun's elongated fingers.

They let the tears flow, feeling already overwhelmed by Sun's movements, but they didn’t let him stop.

They felt the heat inside them coil and curl, tightening until it felt like they were about to snap. They started meeting Sun's thrusts with rocking motions, grinding their clit against his palm with every roll of their hips, lewd whines, and moans being stroked out of them. Their walls fluttered, then tightened as they came with a broken sob, shuddering with every wave of pleasure that shot through them. Sun slowed to a stop, letting them grind against him through their first orgasm until they shivered and whimpered with overstimulation.

"Easy," Sun whispered, coaxing them back so he could free his hand coated in red slick. The twins slumped back against him, energy spent and riding the high of the afterglow with a loopy expression. They burned with the heat of their systems, scalding to the touch, fans whirring frantically to cool them off lest they overheat and have to reboot. Sun could hear his own fans spinning loudly and risked a glance down to his own crotch. He groaned at the wet patch, the area damp with lubricant from his hard and leaking member. He could deal with that later. . . when he went to shower.

The door swung open and white optics snapped to it in alarm, he had forgotten to lock the door. He immediately grabbed the nearest blanket, pulling over their waists, but not before he could spare his brother an eyeful of Bloodmoon puss. Moon, who had his mouth open to speak, snapped it shut, faceplate lighting up with a silvery flush. He quickly found anything else to look at, instead staring at the cat tree. "I was going to come and apologize- But you're obviously busy so-" He cleared his throat, then shot the two a thumbs up. "Thumbs up, I will be bleaching my eyes now, and clearing my memory banks."

Before Sun could reply to his brother, Moon slammed the door shut behind him. Not wanting to disturb whatever the fuck his brother was doing with that crazy serial killer— was this why he wanted the truce?. . .  to FUCK with this guy?. . .  was this his kink?. . .  Shit. Moon rubbed his head, then he rubbed his face, trying to shrug off the embarrassment. . .  he wanted to forget he ever saw that.

Sun. . .  was so fucking embarrassed, ashamed that his brother found him like this—in such a disgusting and vulnerable position. . .  hell, a position where he was finger fucking the dude who was just about to kill him mere hours before. How fucking messed up was that?! His grip tightened on the two, with the blanket still on their waist.

Bloodmoon, on the other hand, didn't give a shit about Moon walking in on them. They were more focused on themselves, panting, and recollecting themselves after such a session. A heated one for that matter. Their tongue lolled to the side slightly. . .  however, they looked up and noticed Sun's embarrassed expression.

"What's wrong, Sunman. . .  "Why that face. . . " they asked, rather weakly, a clawed hand creeping to his chest. They didn't understand why Sun would be embarrassed about Moon walking in.

Sun looked at the twins in slight disbelief. Don't they feel ashamed too. . . ? Oh right. They don't know any better. "People walking in on people doing. . .  this isn't good—because. . .  you're not supposed to. . .  show people your parts ," He tried to explain. Stars, this was just plain embarrassing, but the twins listened, despite being visibly tired. They were completely overwhelmed.

They frowned, brows furrowing in confusion, "We showed you ours. . .?" 

"That's different!" Sun tried to explain, realizing that he needed a better explanation when they just stared at him blankly. He groaned, "I'll. . . explain it in the morning. I need to shower." He decided, prying the twins off and setting them on the bed so he could get up. This was one of the few times he was glad that there was a private shower connected to his room, since this was originally a space shared by both him and Moon in the same body, and they weren't allowed to leave the daycare back then. So Fazbear installed a small washroom so they could wash off any craft supplies that got all over their casing throughout the day. 

Generally, Sun would just go down to the larger staff showers at the end of the day, but he couldn't get his own. . . issue to go away, and like hell was he going to risk being spotted with red glittery cum staining his pants. Not to mention the tears on his other leg. He'd just have to trash these ones altogether, he realized with dismay. He didn't bother looking back at the twins, slipping into the small tiled room and starting the water. 

Ruined pants pooled on the floor, kicked to the side by a metal foot. Ribbons and bells followed the pant’s fate onto the countertop, heaped in a jumbled pile for the morning's Sun to deal with. Free from its fabric prison, his cock writhed, rubbing between his thighs hungrily. He embarrassingly knew from experience that while he could forever ignore it, sometimes the appendage acted as if it had a mind of its own and would attempt to penetrate himself. Wanting to avoid that fate (those were very messy nights), he stepped into the shower and hesitantly brushed his fingers over the base of the length, shivering as it curled around the smooth metal.

After being placed to the side on soft, comfortable pillows, and with Sun leaving off to shower, the twins lay there for a moment, relishing in the pleasure they had felt, and the stinging pain that seemed to come with it from being opened like that for the first time. They released a soft sigh, now talking to each other.

"I like this new feeling," one remarked.

"Hrrgh. . .  but it hurts a bit, other," sniffled the other, wiping their tears with a clawed hand, the thumb rubbing against the cheek comfortingly, while the other hand pressed against their thigh.

"But. . .  it feels good," the first one replied.

"Yes, it does," agreed the other, "but why does it sting?"

"It is strange."

"People like being in pain?"

The twins had a lot on their minds; they were confused about this whole new thing they experienced. Maybe they could ask Sun more questions while he was in the shower. Yeah, that's pretty much what they wanted to do right now. After the two wiped away more of their tears, one of them shifted their leg, only to be met with another round of stinging, making them wince. They had to ask Sun about this too.

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While the two whined and moaned to themselves, Sun went crazy, hungry and deprived, frustrated all at once. His elongated fingers pressed against himself, and he started to buck his hips as he pleasured himself. Thick, yellow slick escaped his member with each stroke. Sun leaned against the wall, using one hand for support. Then, thoughts arose in his perverted mind, thinking about the twins and their little "experiment" from earlier, how they moaned, how they begged for more, how much they didn't want to stop, and the fact that it was their first time.

"Mmnnh. . . "

It felt so wrong, so wrong to think about them that way, but Sun couldn't help how delicious they sounded, how they looked, and to think this was a dangerous creature he was handling. . .  it made it exciting.

"Mmm. . .  mnnh. . . "

The Sun animatronic allowed his thick slick to drip along his fingers, coating the palm of his hand as he closed his eyes, letting the pleasure build.

The twins finally found their feet - it was painful for sure, but they soldiered through it. They took a step, then another, until they eventually reached the doorway to where Sun was. Red eyes stared curiously at the yellow animatronic. What was he doing? He was touching himself. . .  a tentacle thing. . .  longer but similar to theirs, and he moaned and stirred just like them.

They padded forward cautiously, ". . . sunman?" They implored, startling the poor solar bot. Sun shrieked, glow lighting up his cheeks, automatically pulling the curtain around his hips. It took him a second to process the twins staring up at him quizzically, and he felt his motors calm down slightly.

"Oh, it's just you." He managed, trying to get over the heart attack the two had given him. "Why are you in here?"

"We had. . . questions?" Blood said, sounding unsure about the statement, distracted by the attendant's fluster. 

"Yes, questions." Harvest confirmed, rocking on the balls of their feet. 

"Can that. . . wait until the morning? I'm kind of. . . busy." Sun said lamely, not sure how well the excuse would hold up under scrutiny. He wasn't sure how much the twins pieced together, or how long they had been watching him. 

"Yes we saw."

"We have questions about that too."

"You are aroused?"

"Yours is different than ours."

"Golden."

"Longer."

"We desire answers."

Sun silently cursed the stars and then his luck, and for good measure the creator as well. The twins were quickly distracted from his situation by the shower, "You control the rain?" Blood asked, sticking his hand under the water. They pulled it back just as quickly with a hiss of surprise. "That is no rain." Harvest snarled, "It burns pleasantly." Blood added.

Sun. . . had no idea what topic to cover first, but chose the less humiliating one for dignities sake. "You've never. . . seen a shower?" 

Realization hit the twins, "This is a shower?" Blood exclaimed.

Sun stared, dumbfounded, "How do you get clean???"

They frowned as if the answer was obvious. "Rivers."

"Lakes."

"Eclipse uses a hose on us sometimes."

"When we are covered in gore."

"We do not like the hose."

"One time Father stuck us in a small lake."

"That was quite pleasant."

"Warm."

"Indeed."

"Is this like the small lake?" They asked, leaning over the edge of the tub. Sun spluttered, pulling the curtain further around his hips.

Sun felt immensely frustrated with these two at the moment. He had a raging boner that needed to be calmed down pronto. And then these two had to come barging in and invade his privacy—did they even know the concept of it? Or were they always this close in proximity? Sun felt his cock writhing in need, rubbing itself against his thigh as if it was complaining. The yellow one sighed heavily, perhaps exaggerating a bit.

"Yes, it's like a small lake, only it has a heater so it can warm the water up when you want to. And it can also be cold if you prefer."

The twins looked up at the showerhead, their hands reaching out to feel the warm sensation of trickling water, momentarily distracted by Sun's explanation.

"Now, Bloodmoon, please. If you could just leave my bathroom for a bit, I'd like to wash myself off."

The twins perked up, "May we also wash?"

"Yes, yes, under the warm rain!"

"Shower." Sun automatically corrected.

"Yes, yes that!" They agreed, staring up at the showerhead earnestly. It was almost, dare he think it, cute.

"Uh, no because I'm in here," Sun said, trying to reason with them without letting his eyes stray down their body, hoodie swallowing their lean frame to their mid-thigh. 

"But there is room."

"Plenty room."

"And we are smaller than you."

"Indeed."

"And we feel gross."

"Sticky."

"Dripping still, see?" They said, running a finger across their slit without shame, collecting the slick that had been slowly leaking out since their. . . session. 

"And sore." Blood complained.

"Yes, that too," Harvest agreed, "But warmth helps with that, does it not?"

Sun's fans kicked up a notch as the twins talked, regretting almost every decision he made today. Maybe he should have just let the twins kill him. That would be more bearable than this torture. "Well- I was- I-" He spluttered, trying to convey to the twins that he wanted the shower so he could finish jerking one without actually saying it.

"You are aroused, yes?"

"We could. . . assist?"

"Yes, yes. You helped us, we could help you!" Blood said earnestly, leaning dangerously far into the tub. A few droplets of water hit their hat. "This is better than maiming, yes?"

"More pleasurable."

"We feel no need to rip and tear."

"We would like to learn more about these other things that fluster the sunman so."

Fuck. Fuck . FUCK . Sun's system seemed to steam at the fact that these two were now trying to help him. It's surprising how EAGER they were too, to just offer help like this.

Sun gripped the shower curtain, contemplating if he should— I mean, these two knew what they were getting themselves into, right? And they offered themselves to help. It wouldn't be immoral then, right?

"A-are you two so sure you would be up to it?"

One last warning. Who knows what Sun could possibly do to them, him growing impatient and hungry and all?

"We are sure, Sunman.” 

“Come on, don't be shy.” 

“Let us in." The twins' voices cooed, playfully, and Sun sighed.

"I warned you. . .  now, you two take off your hat, and let me take off that shirt of yours. We don't want it to get wet."

Sun let go of the shower curtains, sliding it to the side, revealing his wet, wriggling member, which made the twins stare in curiosity.

They were quick to place their hat on the counter, shivering when Sun's wet hands slide under the hem of the over-sized hoodie, lifting it up and off them without letting it snag on their claws. Excited, they scrambled the side of the tub, only to slip on the slick bottom. Fortunately for them, Sun's reflexes had always been somewhat decent from dealing with children and originally been designed as a performance animatronic. Slender yellow fingers grabbed one of their arms, the other their hip, pulling them flush against him on instinct from years working on stage. 

They flushed, then Sun flushed as well, and the two quickly separated. The twins eyed Sun warily after being grabbed so suddenly, and Sun tried to pretend that seeing them looking up at him wide-eyed and naked, startled with innocence, wasn't making his cock throb. He cleared his throat, stepping back out of the main stream of water slightly and offering his hand to the twins. "Here, the water's nice." He offered, faceplate burning as he tried to be casual. 

They hesitantly took the offered hand after Sun made no movement to grab them again, letting him lead them under the stream of warmth. They tensed at the first few drops of heat hitting them, before almost just as quickly relaxing under the shower, letting out a moan of pleasure just from how nice the water felt on their casing. Sun's member leaked and writhed against his leg, and he fought back his own embarrassing sound as he rubbed his thighs together discreetly. 

Well, discreet in his opinion, not so much for the natural predators. They immediately noticed, staring in open curiosity once more. Sun felt his fans kick up another notch under the attention, and the twins glanced up at his face. "There is no need to be embarrassed, Sunman." Harvest decided factually.

Sun disagreed very much with that statement but didn't get the chance to state so before Blood was jumping into the conversation. "You let us in, that means we can help, yes?"

I mean, they weren’t wrong. Sun did agree to let them in after they enthusiastically offered their help. But now that they were actually here , he felt tongue-tied.

“I- uh- yeah.” He said lamely.

The twins weren’t put off, optics glowing with eagerness and curiosity. A clawed hand snatched up Sun’s one if only to start a point of contact between them. “Touch yourself how you were earlier.” They insisted.

Who knew Sun would end up in this situation with two crazed serial killers? Sun looked down at the twins. . .  looks like he has to show them now, doesn't he? He was in too deep now to stop. Plus in some way, he didn't want to stop.

Hesitant at first, his hands guided Bloodmoon's, wrapping the wriggling thing with their hands, mindful of sharp claws. His member wrapped around Bloodmoon's hands quite greedily, rubbing itself against their red casing.

"Mmnh. . . "

Bloodmoon stared at the glowing thing and slowly started to pump Sun's member. Each thrust released more and more of his wet slick. . .  their hands explored, trying to find which part made Sun twitch and squirm the most. . .  which they did. Their hands reached his tip, rubbing against the sensitive skin.

"F. . . fuck. . . " Sun moaned, his eyes becoming half-lidded, the pleasure building up in his core.

Bloodmoon looked up at the animatronic. His expression couldn't help but make the two turn redder than they were. His moaning, his expressions, they made the twins feel things. . .  and definitely elicited a reaction from their. . .  below there.

"Good. . .  boy. . .  that's it. . .  aaghh. . . "

They breath hitched at the praise, feeling a different type of warmth curl through them. Less of an arousal and more of a fluttery, hard to grasp feeling that made them smile automatically. Different from their usual mocking grin, softer somehow, despite the sharp teeth. 

“We’re a good boy?” Blood questions, running the flat of their thumb down the underside of the tendril-like member, causing Sun to gasp and twitch into the touch.

“Yes- yes good boys. Such a good boy.” He rambled, a hand on the wall to support himself as he received attention from the twins. “Doing so well.”

They flushed, the excess of praise now translating to arousal. Their clit twitched in interest, and they let their free hand slide downward, brushing inexperienced fingers against the sensitive nub.

Sun noticed how the twins enjoyed the praise. He couldn't help but find it rather endearing. Watching them light up, blush, and even attempt to touch themselves at his words—it was surprising to see how much those words aroused them.

"Keep going. . .  you're doing so well, you two. . .  so well."

The desire for praise, the longing to feel good, prompted Bloodmoon to follow Sun's instructions—to keep going. His thumb circled around the tip before his hand continued to pump Sun, eliciting moans from the solar animatronic.

The twins' breathing became shallow, their emotions running high, pleasure building as they touched themselves, rubbing their sensitive spots.

"Good boys. . . "

"We're good. . . "

The twins echoed Sun's praise. It was clear how much they enjoyed being praised in such a way. It spurred them on, their movements becoming faster as they absorbed the praise.

Sun gazed at them, finding them undeniably adorable—adorable? How could he not think so? Their response to his words, their soft sounds of pleasure. . .  he felt a desire to do more, to take advantage of the moment. . .  should he seize the opportunity?

"Do you want to be even better boys?"

The twins perked up at Sun's words, their eyes widening with anticipation.

"On your knees. . .  I'd like to try something with you two. . . "

They didn’t even hesitate, sliding down to the ground and looking up at Sun innocently for the situation. Red and white cheeks were stained with a deep crimson glow, jagged swirls hazy and unsteady, yet still so eager. Reluctantly, and with a small whine, they tore their fingers away from their crotch, bracing both hands on their thighs from a small wave of light headedness. They felt floaty from all of the new emotions, new sensations.

Sun felt his breath hitch at how quickly they complied, breathing out a shaky praise of “Good boy.”  His dick throbbed from the loss of stimulus, but that would be fixed soon enough. “O-Open your mouth.” He directed, letting a hand rest on their cheek, thumb smoothing over the messy freckles. 

They relaxed their jaw, confusion flickering in their eyes as the sharp teeth parted. Sun debated between trying to explain what he wanted to do, then figured it would be easier to just do it and let them figure it out. “Careful with your teeth.” He muttered, coaxing his prehensile length into their mouth. Slowly, so they could pull away if they wanted, and just the tip for a second, letting it lay on their tongue. 

Realization dawned in the twins expression, but they didn’t pull away, so Sun took that as a go ahead to slide further into them, shuddering at the coolness of their mouth, although he had expected it considering the normal temperature difference between Daytime and Nighttime models.

What an unusual way to please and fluster the Sunman—on his knees and sucking his writhing worm. . .  it was something they never thought people would do before. At first, they found it strange, but it seemed they were quick to taking a liking to this—the sounds Sun would emit, the expressions, the taste, sweet as can be.

Sun starts slow, gentle with the twins. His hands on their cheeks, caressing them with surprising tenderness—something unexpected of Sun to do. . .  however, it was welcomed.

"Wrap your tongue around it."

A thumb presses on their lips, motioning the twins to open their mouths wider, giving their long, red tongues room to wrap around his tendril. The cool tongues make Sun shiver, steam escaping his systems.

"T-That's it. . .  that's it. . . " He mutters, before pacing himself once more, thrusting himself into the twins' drooling mouths.

They were careful not to bite down on the appendage, watching their teeth like Sun had instructed. The solar animatronic's evident pleasure made heat curl in their pelvis, but they forced themselves to ignore it as they were still sore. They got the idea of what Sun wanted from them soon enough, silicone lips hesitantly closing around the thick tendril and sucking, laving their tongue around the length in their maw. 

Sun shuddered, fighting back the urge to go faster, harder, not wanting to gag the twins. He moaned, fingers digging into the twin's shoulders as they sucked him off, careful to keep his own claws retracted. It wouldn't do him any favors to startle them while they had possession of such sensitive anatomy between razor-sharp teeth. 

It was different than being touched by his own hands, better than his fingers could provide. Stars, it had been ages since he had gotten off with someone else. His thrusts stuttered as his climax neared, brow furrowed with the intensity of the sensations. He hilted inside of that wet, pliant, willing mouth, member twitching before spurting out the hot, sweet lube. The twins swallowed on instinct, throat constricting around Sun's cock, dragging out his orgasm with a shuddering moan.

Bloodmoon struggles just a bit to swallow Sunman's sweet load, coughing as some spills onto his cheeks and chin. Sun hums at the sight, slowly pulling his member out of Bloodmoon's mouth to reveal a slimy trail and a panting Bloodmoon. The twins look at Sun, their eyes half-lidded.

"You taste sweet, Sunman.” 

“Warm. . . ” 

“Very warm. . . " The twins cling to Sun's leg, their faces still close to his member, lapping up the leftover lube that had dripped off.

"Hnng. . .  what is happening to us?” 

“We feel hungry. . . ” 

“Not for blood. . . ” 

“Aroused-
“Again. From the scent. . . ” 

“The slick. . . ” 

“Why?" Bloodmoon feels his area react again, prompting him to rub against Sun's leg, whimpering rather pathetically. "But we are sore. . . ”

“But we want more. . . ”
“What can we do, Sunman?"

Sun regarded them in a bit of a haze, processors clicking as he slowly registered their words. He sighed slightly, amused, feeling a lot more mellow now that his issue was taken care of. A grey fingertip swiped over their lip, wiping away the glittery lube. "If you're sore it's best to leave it be." He said, reaching over them and grabbing a washrag of its hanger. "Otherwise it won't feel very good." 

They whined as he sank down to their level, sitting cross-legged on the floor of the tub in front of them. 

He shook his head slightly, grabbing their wrist gently and dragging them over, "It'll fade and then it won't be bothering you anymore." He promised, running the soaped-up wet fabric up their arm. "Let me help you clean up, you'll feel better after you're washed up." He said although it was really more an excuse to make sure they got clean before sleeping in his bed. Regardless of the fact that he didn't plan on sleeping there, he didn't want the mess all over his sheets.

The twins were strangely compliant with this, while they initially tensed at the feeling of the rag on their casing, Sun's gentle ministrations coaxed them to relax into it. Soon enough they were vibrating with a soft purring, leaning into the foreign sensation. The last time someone had touched them like this was when KC made them take a bath in the 'small lake' after they had come back to the bunker covered in blood that was then covered in soot and oil after getting into a fight with a mechanic. The hose wasn't able to get off the viscous dark oil, so KC had simply picked them up and dumped them in the tub. Their father hadn't stuck around, making Eclipse help them instead (the twins had tried to bite off KC's fingers when he picked them up). Surprising to the twins, who were still bristling with anger at the fact the mechanic managed to get a few solid hits in, the dark solar animatronic was gentle. They supposed now that shouldn't have been a surprise at all, considering Eclipse had the same OCD tendencies as Sun did.

They dragged themselves out of their thoughts when Sun leaned over them and shut off the water. Cold air hit their casing and they shivered slightly from the sudden lack of warmth, pressing themselves closer against Sun, craving his warmth. The daycare attendant huffed in amusement, standing and dragging the twins up with him. He yawned, checking his internal clock, "Alright, no more games." He muttered blearily, "It's three in the morning and I'm in charge of opening in five hours." He said, wrapping the twins in a towel from the cupboard under the sink.

The twins actually looked disappointed when Sun said no more games to play for now, and he has a job to do, which means they have to wait for him again—to play with them. This made the twins whine, whine like little brats. They hold his hand.

That action surprises the Sun animatronic, but at the same time, he would have expected this—after what he did, after all. Good god, he hopes they hadn't become addicted to this new sense of pleasure. Now that would kill him—physically, emotionally.

"....There's... always... a next time ."

He can't believe he'd say that. A next time .

The twins hum at that answer, seeming to talk to each other in their little mindscape before tilting their heads, red eyes looking up at the animatronic with a surprisingly soft expression.

"When…” 

“When can we play our little game again, Sunman?"

God, were they fucking needy, their hands playing with Sun's fingers, genuinely wanting more, but only if Sun wanted to.

"We will see. For now... let's sleep—Bloodmoon. I bet you are also quite tired."

The twins shook their heads. Stubborn were they! "We have a lot of energy left!” 

“Fully charged."

That statement was soon proved wrong. They yawned, and that made Sun tut. He puts on the twins' shirt and placed their hat on their heads before saying.

"To bed. Both of you."

They reluctantly obliged Sun's orders, now heading out to the doorway of the bathroom, waiting for Sun to follow.

Sun raised a brow, and they realized they had to verbalize their thoughts. That Sun couldn't read their mind. "Are you coming?"

". . . no?" Sun said, confused. "I was gonna sleep on the couch-" They whined petulantly, and Sun had to fight not to roll his eyes at how much they sounded like Lunar. "Why do you even want me to stay."

"You are warm."

"Gentle."

". . . kind." They muttered, faceplate heating up slightly as if it were hard for them to say the words. 

Sun felt some level of guilt, of course, they wanted him to stay. Who knew if anyone had ever shown them any care before? Knowing how Eclipse and Killcode were, probably not. He huffed, "Fine. But just for tonight."

They cheered, running over to the mattress and leaping onto it. Sun did roll his eyes this time, drying off and wrapping himself in a bathrobe. By the time he got to the bedroom, the twins had taken apart the pristinely made bedding, placing pillows in the corner of the nest-like apparatus they had built. Irritation pricked at his code at the mess, but he let it slide in favor for some hopefully decent sleep. The daycare attendant let the smaller bot tug him into the pile of pillows and blankets, praying that he could get a few good hours of sleep. 

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Sun should have known better than to hope for anything good to come his way. The twins were awake before him and promptly woke him up. Checking the clock, he groaned, rolling over and trying to bury his face back into the warmth of the bedding. 

"Up, Sunman, get up."

"We want to commit the arson."

"Yes, yes the burning of the clothes."

"It is now the morning, up up up."

"What time is it even? My alarm hadn't even gone—" Sun yawned, trying to stay in bed, but the twins would have none of it. They slapped Sun's back, patting it like drums, even shaking the poor animatronic.

"You promised!"

"FIRE!"

"CHARCOAL!"

Sun got up reluctantly, groaning as he sat up with tired eyes, glaring slightly at the two. He sighed heavily. He did promise the two they'd burn up the clothes. "Alright, alright. Let's go get those clothes. . .  and burn them. But don't make too much noise, as the others are still asleep, alright?"

"YESSS!"

The twins bounced out of bed, fetching the dirty clothes from the floor and shoving them into Sun's lap, to which he made a disgusted face.

Soon enough, Sun led them outside the room. Passing by Moon's room, Sun glanced at it and flushed, thinking about what happened yesterday. But he shrugged it off, deciding to ignore that thought, and continued, leading the twins out of their rooms.

Down the hallways, the long, long halls. . .  then they passed through the large storage areas, filled with boxes and broken arcades. Finally, they reached the big burning room. It was odd that a place like Fazbear would have one in the first place, but they just do. No need to question such things.

He yawned as the twins ran around, looking for the opening to the main combustor. It was too early for this. And to think he had to open in an hour. Ugh, he was not looking to running on four hours of sleep on top of watching the twins. Maybe he could pawn them off on someone else while he worked? 

The excited cheer as the twins found the button to start the giant oven did manage to pull a small smile out of him, their energy levels worse than Lunar's. He supposed. . . it could be slightly endearing if he squinted. But not this early . Stars- They hovered in front of the machine, watching until the fabric was completely disintegrated, then loped back over to Sun, babbling about the flames and heat of the fire.

He tuned them out on the way back to the daycare, not really focusing on where they were going, relying on muscle memory to return them. That's why he ran directly into Solar turning a corner, both of them hastily backing up and apologizing.  Bloodmoon immediately bristled at the dark sun, putting himself between the two on all fours. Sun distantly made a comparison to an alley cat, before realizing his hoodie, which normally fell to their mid-thigh, was raised a dangerous amount (as in to their stomach). 

Solar glanced at them, then promptly snapped his optics back up to Sun who was glowing like a lightbulb. "Sun where the fuck are their pants."

". . . we burned them?"

"I-" The yellow and brown animatronic considered this, then shrugged, sticking his hands in his pockets. "Actually I can't blame you, that shit was nasty." They both shuddered, remembering the grime and gore-stained fabric. "Uh, are you gonna call your uh. . . dog off? He's kinda exposed."

Sun groaned in mortification, "They don't understand modesty." He complained, running a hand down his faceplate in exasperation. "Bloodmoon stop growling at Solar, and please stand up."

The twins looked at him in confusion, but reluctantly sat back on their haunches instead. That didn't solve the second issue. 

"That's not standing," Sun said, nudging them with his foot. 

They growled at him, but complied, pressing themselves against Sun's side and glaring daggers at Solar. 

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to take them during open hours?" Sun pleaded. "We can't risk them running off causing chaos."

"Definitely not pantless we can't," Solar said with a light snicker. 

Sun groaned again, "I'm in charge of opening and I don't know who else would be willing to watch them. I'd ask Moon, but Moon is. . ."

"Probably still pissed at you? Yeah, I get it." The dark sun sighed, looking the ragged and sleep-deprived attendant up and down. "Yeah, I can take them. You look like shit. Go get ready, Sun, and take a breather before opening. I'll see if I can get them some pants from Lunar so they aren't walking around half-naked."

The twins didn't seem keen on going with Solar, squinting their eyes at him and holding onto Sun's leg, their teeth baring at him.

"Do we have to go-”

"With the Eclipse rip off?”

"We can take care of ourselves.”

"We don’t need a babysitter."

The two huffed at Sun, looking up at him now. Sun nodded. They had to go with Solar. He didn't trust them running out and about just yet—what if they hurt kids? Or hurt others while he wasn't looking? It was a good call.

"Yes, you two have to. I will be too busy taking care of kids, and I can't look after you then."

“How do we know we can trust him?”

The two voices said in unison, skeptical of Solar. It was fair; only Sun had been honest with them so far and. . .  kind. Solar, however, had been nothing but untruthful and mean, harsh. Not to mention the clear details of their deal.

Sun sighed, and Solar stepped in. "I mean, if Sun leaves you with me, that means he trusts me enough to look after you two. . .  which means I wouldn't do anything."

He did have a point. Sunman was someone they could sort of trust. . .  and if Sun said this person was alright. . .  then that should be okay, right?

They continued to glare at Solar. Sun put a hand on their back, which made the twins look up at him. "Come on, if you do this for me. . .  I COULD treat you to something."

Bribery, to make things easier. And the twins perked up at the notion. "And what do you intend to reward us with?"

"Hm. . .  er. . . " Sun thought. What could he give the twins in return if they stayed with Solar? He snapped his fingers as an idea sprang to mind, “I will. . . Take you to the ice cream parlor down at Bonnie Bowl!” He said triumphantly.

The twins squinted at him. “We don’t like ice cream.”

“You’ve never tried ice cream you don’t know that.” Sun shot back.

“He makes a good point other.”

“. . . Fine.”

Sun let go of a metaphorical breath, “Alright, perfect. I need to- I need to go the daycare opens in half an hour- Thank you Solar!” He said, before running off.

Solar waved slightly at the retreating Sun, before turning his attention to the twins. They watched Sun go until he turned the corner, pouting. When they noticed Solar watching them that pout flipped into a glare and they growled, “Fuck off you false Eclipse.”

The mechanic lifted a brow, “Pretty sure part of you being stuck with me means you have to have some manners .” He said, crossing his arms.

“Said who?”

“Said no one.”

“Fuck off.”

Solar sighed. Looks like he was left babysitting Sun's new feral pet. But that's alright. As long as they were around him instead of going out and about without him knowing, it's safe. He tapped his fingers on his arm, keeping his composure despite the rude attitude. "I'm sure Sun wouldn't be too happy if he knew you were cussing and disrespecting the people he trusts, would he? When he entrusted me with you."

The twins rolled their eyes. . .  they hated how he was right.

"Come on now, let's go get you some pants. We wouldn't want you flashing your. . . . parts to some poor soul."

"And why should we?"

"Yeah, why should we?"

Solar blinked. They really don't get it, do they? For someone who's killed people. . .  hell, eaten people, he would have expected they would know how these things work? Looks like he had to explain it to them about this. . .  god.

Solar took a long, deep inhale. "That. . .  part of you, you're only supposed to show to people you really trust and to yourselves. Plus, it's considered indecent, rude, and harassment."

The twins thought about what Solar said. People they REALLY trust, huh?. . .  So does that mean Sun really trusts them to that point he showed himself to them?. . .  The twins talked and discussed with each other for a moment about this sudden information relayed to them. On the outside, Bloodmoon's eyebrows furrowed; he looked like he was deep in thought.

"Helloooo, You in there, you two?"

Bloodmoon snapped out of it, glaring at the Solar bot. They grabbed at their shirt and pulled it down. Since, well, they don't trust him at all. . .  Looks like Solar explained it well enough for them to understand.

Solar wasn’t going to complain, he didn’t want to see that to start with. “Right. Now that that’s settled, let’s go get you some pants.” He muttered, making a ‘follow me’ motion with his hands.

They walked up the halls and stairs until they reached Earth and Lunar’s area of the daycare. Thankfully they didn’t open until a couple hours after the main area, so there was no one around to see the mechanic and the feral animatronic. 

Solar walked into the area nonchalantly, the twins at his heels. Despite the red bot saying how much he despised and distrusted the dark sun, they sure were fucking clingy. He briefly wondered if they were this skittish all the time they weren’t causing chaos, or if they were just anxious. 

He knocked on Lunar’s door, waiting for the white and blue animatronic to open it. After a few seconds, a crashing sound, and a yelp of pain, the door opened showing a disgruntled Lunar. He rubbed sleep out of his eyes, blinking up at Solar with confusion. Solar stared back for a second, trying to find his words as his faceplate slowly heated up. “I didn’t realize you were still asleep.” He managed, glancing away. 

Lunar yawned, fixing his tank top so it wasn’t falling half off him and riding all the way up his stomach. “It’s my day off.” He reminded Solar, glancing behind him at Bloodmoon. “What do you need? And where are his pants?”

“That’s what we need.” Solar admitted sheepishly, as if he were the reason the twins didn’t have pants. “Apparently Sun took them to the basement and they burned them. I don’t blame him because that shit was nasty, but still. You’re the only one close to his height.” Lunar squinted at the slightly taller animatronic, half tempted to refuse out of spite. “Please Lunar? He keeps accidentally flashing people.”

Lunar stared openly in slight shock reading between the lines, Then snapped his gaze to the twins, “Why the hell isn’t your modesty plate closed you freaks!” He hissed, dragging them into his room before they could fight him on it. “Get in here and get some pants on, holy shit.”

"We never had the need to close it," they replied, honestly. The twins didn't feel like they had to. I mean, it's just another part of them like their arms and legs. . .  plus, they don't even feel shame for it.

"Well, now ya should ," Lunar replied as he dragged the twins inside his room, and Solar would follow suit, helping by shutting the door behind them.

Inside his room. . .  it was not surprising for Lunar. It was space-themed. Dark blue luminescent walls painted with glowing stars, the ceiling with glowing fairy lights to really sell the space theme. He had a makeshift bed—a pile of beanbags, fluffy blankets, and stuffed animals, a treadmill on the side, some wooden furniture—and a closet. A closet Lunar would soon now rummage through and look for pants suitable for Bloodmoon.

While he looked, and while Lunar kept going on about how important it was to put your modesty plate was, the twins were hypnotized by the pretty lights, the paintings, and the moon painting on the ceiling. . .  the lights made the twins crouch slightly. . . 

"Poor Sun. Having to deal with that all night ," Lunar commented, which made Solar only chuckle sheepishly. . .  "How the fuck does he manage these two?" 

Solar shrugged.

Finding a couple of darker sweats, he stood, dragging them out of the closet and over to the twins. “Here.” He said, handing them to the slightly taller animatronic.

They stared at the offered clothes, and took them hesitantly. Turning them this way and that, and after poking at them like a foreign object, Lunar sighed. “You’re kidding me.” He muttered, then grabbed the pants back from the twins. “Lift your foot.” He instructed.

They squinted at him, but complied with a muttered curse. Lunar slid the fabric under them and up their leg slightly, flinching when they steadied themselves by grabbing his shoulder, then stepped away, “Now do the same for the other leg.”

They hesitantly stepped into the rest of the fabric, then pulled the baggy sweats up. They grinned to themselves in accomplishment, running their fingers across the soft black fabric. It wasn’t as soft as the hoodie, but it was still better than their old clothes. 

“Thank you, Lunar,” Solar said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Of course, Solar. Are you stuck with them for the day?”

“Only until closing.”

“That’s a shame, was gonna ask if you wanted to get breakfast with me.”

Solar’s faceplate lit up with a dull orange glow, before he manually turned it off. “I mean, we still can. I don’t think these two have eaten yet. Have you eaten yet?” He asked the twins.

They shook their head, watching the interaction between the two raptly. They could tell there was something more going on here than what meant the eye, but wondered if both were aware of that. They finally relaxed enough to take in Lunar’s scent, sugary sweet and crisp. The room itself smelled like fabric softener, and they decided that Lunar smelled better than his room.

“I guess it shouldn’t be an issue as long as they behave,” Lunar said, shoving his hands in his pockets. He shot them a warning glare, “You will behave, right?”

The twins smiled mischievously at Lunar. . .  but Solar caught wind of that, nudging the two. Solar scolded.

"Bloodmoon."

"WHAT? WHAT?”

"We were about to agree-”

"With the small one."

"Yeah, sure. Like I don't see that mischievous look in your eye. Are you going to behave, or will we have to tell Sun about your doings?"

". . . .." 

". . . .." 

They furrowed their brows at the mention of Sun. Now they wouldn't want to disappoint him, now, do they? No . They shut up, grumbling, mumbling, kicking the floor as they looked down.

That was such a surprise for Lunar, for Bloodmoon to just shut up like that—he couldn't help but smile, adding to Solar's words.

"Yeah, Sun will be verrrryyyyy disappointed."

He snickered.

"Alright. Alright. ”

"We will behave.”

"Let’s just go-”

"Eat!”

“Feast.”

Hearing the twins' agreement made Solar sigh in relief. Okay, good. He had somewhat of a verbal agreement that these two will behave. "After you."

Lunar grinned, then realized he was still in his pajamas, and shoved Solar out. “Let me get dressed.”

Solar blushed, nodded, then realized Lunar hadn’t shoved the twins out with him. He opened his mouth to say so and got a door in the face. “. . . Shit.”

Lunar had crossed his arms, looking the twins up and down. “Alright you two freaks, what do you want with my family. Why are you even here still. Don’t you have your own fucked up family dynamic to get back to?”

They bristled, hunching up as Lunar approached them. 

“Calm the fuck down holy shit. You aren’t a rabid dog, stand up.” He ordered, grabbing their wrists and forcing them back upright. “I’m not like Eclipse, I’m not going to lash out at you for no reason.” He scolded.

They whined, trying to tear their wrists out of Lunar’s steely grip. He rolled his eyes and let them go, watching as they fell back onto the bed, looking stunned.

The white and blue animatronic turned his back to them, rifling through his closet again, “Seriously though. Why haven’t you left?”

“And go back to that bastard Eclipse?”

“We’d rather not.”

He rolled his eyes, shrugging off his tank top and tossing it in a basket nearby. “What about Killcode? Isn’t he like, your father or something?”

They growled lowly, watching Lunar intensely for any sign that he was going to go back on his words and attack them. “We don’t need family.”

“Wow so edgy.” The smaller bot drawled, kicking his pants to the side as well. He glanced back and caught them staring, “Wow you really do have no decency. Or maybe you’re just perverted.”

They tilted their head in confusion, “Perverted. . .?”

“So it’s the first one. Got it.” He threw on a shirt, walking over to where they were sitting and just staring back for a moment. When they didn’t flinch away he sighed, flopping down next to them. 

“You aren’t wearing pants.” They noted, frowning at this fact after Lunar had just told them they needed to wear pants.

“It’s my room and I’m not worried about you two.” He said, grabbing their hands. “Do you always leave your claws out?”

They tried to pull away, but his grip tightened and they whined. “Yes, why?”

“That’s not good for you.” Lunar muttered, “Can you even retract them?” He seemed about less concerned about them being aggressive now that they were in his area with Solar right outside the door. “Also you’re acting weird. Skittish. Normally you run around giggling like a mad man and tearing things apart.”

“. . .”

He stared at them then sighed, “Fine, keep your secrets. Solar said that we aren’t supposed to let KC and Eclipse know you’re here. Are you on the run or something? Piss off our brother?”

“He’s no brother of ours.” They grumbled, snatching their hands back. 

Lunar shrugged, “I mean I guess if that’s how you want it to be. We’re animatronics anyways, it’s not like it actually matters.” He stood up and grabbed a pair of pants, sliding into them. “Come on, Solar’s gonna wonder what’s taking so long.” He offered a hand to help them up, watching them war with themselves before they accepted it, stumbling to their feet with how quickly Lunar yanked them forward. He snickered, opening the door and looking up at the hovering Solar. “Ready?”

The dark sun blinked, and Lunar could practically see the miasma of questions in his eyes. After a couple of awkward seconds he sighed, “Yeah, let’s go.”

Surprisingly enough, the twins hadn't felt the need to even scratch Lunar or harm him for that matter. Blood would have scratched his eye out by now. . .  and Harvest would have been sputtering out insults to do double damage. But they didn't. . .  they let this go for now.

The twins let go of Lunar's hand, only to drop down on all fours before following Solar, who led the way. Being slightly ahead of them, Solar looked at Lunar, wanting to ask. . . 

"He wasn't giving you any troubles back there, was he?"

"No. . .  surprisingly, he wasn't," Lunar said to Solar. Seeing that Bloodmoon was a little bit ahead, Lunar sort of motioned Solar to come and lean closer. "What did you guys do to him?. . .  He is never this way. I know this 'cause. . .  well. . .  y'know."

Solar, who knew damn well why they were acting so calm, shook his head at Lunar. He mouthed the word ‘later.’ He didn't want the twins to know, after all, for Sun and Moon's sake. Lunar seemed to get the gist. He nods slowly to indicate he understood.

"Where are we headed?"

The two snapped their heads, looking at the twins who sat on the floor, looking at both animatronics for directions. Solar pointed left, and so the twins went left, following behind.

Solar watched the twins pad slightly behind them, leaning over to Lunar and keeping his voice low as to not offended the twins. "Do they always walk like that?"

Lunar shrugged, "From what I'm aware of, yes. KC also gets around like that. I suppose it's more natural for them."

"Do you think it's because they were made from the killcode?" Solar mused, turning the corner, glancing back to make sure the twins were still with them. 

"Maybe. I suppose it would make sense. Where exactly are we headed?" Lunar asked, glancing up at the taller bot. 

". . . I was just following you." 

"Oh. Well . . . we could swing by the coffee shop and get something from the bakery?" Lunar suggested, "Since we can't exactly leave while we got these two. And we know that KC and Eclipse won't come here while the plex is open, but that doesn't mean they aren't lurking around outside."

Solar sighed at the reminder, running a hand over his face. "KC seemed pretty convinced that these two got killed somehow. But Eclipse is smarter than that. It wouldn't surprise me if he was trying to figure out how to pick up their literal signal now that his tracker is gone."

Lunar blinked, "Like what you and Moon were doing with the satellite in your world?"

He grimaced, "Yeah, that never really worked out did it."

"I mean, it could. We just have to take care of your Moon." Lunar said casually, and Solar's steps faltered for a moment. 

He shook his head, "It's not that simple."

"Or we could shove Eclipse through the portal and let him get torn apart."

"Jeez, Lunar. The dude may be an asshole but that's not how we should deal with him. Aren't you supposed to be against killing and stuff?"

"Yeah, and then I died." Lunar huffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

Solar rolled his eyes, "You didn't die, you were temporarily out of commission. But. . . I guess I won't hold it against you. There wasn't really a need to fucking blow you up." He elbowed him lightly, shooting him a small smile. "At least you got a new body out of it."

Lunar managed to huff out a laugh, "Unlike you, I can hear your joints creaking." He teased, in a slightly better mood from the banter. 

Solar flushed, "My replacement endo is on the way." He defended, shoving the smaller lightly in jest. By this time they were already at the coffee shop, and he turned towards the twins, who had been watching the two in silence (they had been talking in their head) the entire time. "Do you two drink coffee?"

They sat back on their haunches, considering the question. A couple of passerby shot them weird looks, but they didn't notice. "We have never tried coffee." They answered after considering the question.

". . . do you want to try it?" Solar tried instead.

Hearing the offer, the twins would think about it for a moment. . .  They were really curious as to how it tasted. But! What if it was poison? Solar and Lunar were known to trick him, or maybe try kill him, after all. . .  As a precaution, the twins shook their heads, declining the offer.

"NO."

"It might be poison."

"It might kill us."

"We only take what Sun gives us."

Solar blinked. . .  huh, they trusted Sun so much to even ask what they eat. . .  He wonders what Sun said to him that made him so. . .  trusting.

Lunar would raise a brow at that. However, he chooses not to question it, neither will he force the twins to try anything, in fear of. . .  well. . .  being hurt. "Your loss, Bloodmoon. Come on, let's go inside— they have GREAT pancakes in here."

"Do they now?" Solar's interest piqued at the mention of pancakes— that sounded so good right now—especially some black bitter coffee. . .  Solar hummed at the thought.

Chapter Text

At the counter, Lunar's order was a sweet mocha latte loaded with sugar and whipped cream, accompanied by a side of pancakes and cookies. Solar, on the other hand, opted for a straightforward stack of pancakes and a hot Americano. With their orders placed, they found a table secluded from the rest of the cafe, with Solar and Lunar side by side, while Bloodmoon took a seat across from them.

Solar and Lunar's comfort with each other was painfully evident as they exchanged smiles and casual conversation. The twins watched as the two fell into comfortable conversation, feeling out of place as they sat on the opposite side of the table in silence. They felt. . . awkward. It was obvious that they weren't wanted, and were being tolerated . It didn't take them long to start to fidget, mismatched eyes flicking around the restaurant uneasily. The area was so open, yet so crowded, people walking by and out and settling into booths around them. Chatter filled the air. 

They didn't realize they had started to whine and hunch in on themselves until yellow fingers caught their wrist. "Stop that," Solar said, pulling their hands away from their optics. "You're gonna hurt yourself."

They snapped at him, teeth bared, pupils pinpricks in dark optics, and he yanked his hand away to avoid being bit. "Fucking hell," Lunar muttered, "Of all the places to have a breakdown." He rolled his eyes at them and turned his attention back to his coffee. 

" Lunar ." Solar scolded, reoffering his hand to the twins. "Look, I'm not going to hurt you, see?"

They pushed themselves back into the corner of the booth, as far as they could get from the offered hand. Inside their head was a maelstrom of code, protocols snapping at the two AI as it demanded they eat . There were so many potential meals around them, so many oblivious humans. They could smell the coppery scent of blood, swiveling their head to find the source. 

The barista behind the counter swore as she wrapped her hand in gauze. A can had cut her while she was opening it, leaving a split in the skin that dripped red up her arm, down down to the floor. Lunar followed their gaze curiously, eyes widening in alarm when he realized what was about to happen. "Bloodmoon sit down." He said cautiously, nudging Solar and jerking his head at the bleeding barista. Solar's expression also shifted to alarm, and he lurched forward to grab the twins before they could pounce.

They hissed at him, scratching his hands to get him to let go, growling out swears and curses. "Lunar evacuate the shop please." Solar hissed through clenched teeth as claws dug into his casing, tearing up the silicone and plastic. 

The blue animatronic scrambled out of the booth, running to the counter and slipping behind it. "Ma'am we need you to leave the shop, and escort the rest of the customers as well please?" The barista tried to argue that she had a line of people waiting for coffee and food, that she couldn't just close , and Lunar cut her off with a hissed whisper. "We've got a malfunctioning animatronic, it is company policy to evacuate the area." He ordered, pointing at Solar who was barely keeping Bloodmoon at bay. 

She swore, hitting the panic button under the desk reserved for these sorts of situations. "If everyone will please leave, the shop is closing temporarily." She said in her best customer service voice. "We apologize for any inconvenience, and will be sure to make it up to you with coupons for one free large pizza of your choice down at Mazercise!" As customers grumbled and left the shop, she shot Lunar a glare, "You better have this out of my shop in an hour little robot."

Lunar forced a smile instead of flipping her the bird. . . until she was out of the store then he happily shared that finger with the world before rushing back to Solar. "Bloodmoon stop !"

Bloodmoon started to bark and struggle against the animatronic. . . The smell of that sweet iron— that thick, red, and dripping sustenance— they NEED it. They must have it. Their stomachs growled hungrily, further driving them to struggle. Eventually, Bloodmoon slipped away from Solar's grip.

"BLOODMOON!"

Bloodmoon jumped from his seat, pushing Lunar away from the process and running on all fours to find that blood source— to which they did, disgustingly enough. They licked the floor, lapping their tongue against that sweet taste— that was until Solar jumped up from the counter, trying to catch Bloodmoon, but Bloodmoon was quick! They ran, bolting on all fours. . . however, with purpose. They try to find that barista—their next target. . . their next meal .

"HUNGRY! HUNGRY! HUNGRY!"

Their eyes locked on their target—she was quite far from the cafe by this point, but they could catch her thanks to their speed. But first, a glass wall was in their way. . . as they ran they jumped, attempting to break through it. Before they could, Lunar tackled them, pinning them down on the floor. Bloodmoon screamed in fury.

"HUNGRY! HUNGRY!” 

“OUR MEAL IS GETTING AWAY—” 

“LET US GO!"

Lunar, in fact, did not let go. His grip tightened on the twins' wrists, his legs locking theirs. Baring his teeth, he yelled at the twins. "ARE YOU CRAZY? STOP THAT RIGHT NOW! YOU CRAZY FUCKING SERIAL KILLER! I THOUGHT YOU WERE CALM AFTER SUN MADE THAT DEAL!"

Solar rushes to the group—skidding to a halt, then to his knees. . . thankful for his many pockets, and a habit of storing random things for ‘just in case,’ he pulled out a rope from his larger pockets. . . tying Bloodmoon's wrists.

"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! LET US GO!" The two voices screamed.

They howled and thrashed, snapping their teeth at Lunar, and twisting their wrists to try to get their claws against the rope. Lunar responded by throwing another segment of rope over their faceplate, gagging them and rendering their teeth useless. "You need to calm down." He hissed against their processors, straddling their back and keeping them pinned to the floor. For once he was grateful they were made of nanos, being much lighter than he was.

"Unhand us!"

"You're letting it get away!"

"Off off off!"

Lunar and Solar shared a look, and Solar sighed, crouching down. "Bloodmoon, buddy, you gotta calm down or we can't let you go. And even then, you can't go killing humans."

They growled and cursed at him, pupils frantically searching for any form of escape. Eventually, after long enough that Lunar's legs had started to tingle, they started to tire. They hissed weakly, lying limp, mindlessly chewing on the rope in their mouth. Solar raised a brow, "Are you good now?" 

They growled softly in response, but didn't try to bite him when reached over to remove the rope. 

Now that the threat and adrenaline was over, Lunar scrambled off them, "What the fuck was that about!" He yelled at them, tears pricking his optics. "You freak out in public, attack Solar, and fucking try to break the window?! What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"Lunar-"

"No! No Solar, don't try to make excuses for them! Look at your arms! You're leaking coolant all over!" He said, stomping a foot in frustration. "If you weren't under Sun's protection-" He growled, crouching in front of the prone animatronic, "I would personally shove you in the trash compactor."

"Lunar!" Solar snapped, dragging him back. "That is enough! For fucks sake, you need to calm down too."

"I am calm! I'm as calm as I possibly can be right now! Someone could have died, Solar!"

"I know that, but you screaming and threatening them isn't going to solve anything." The mechanic pointed out, tugging Lunar into a hug. "You're shaking."

The twins whined pathetically, curling up into themselves and staring longingly at the door. Their systems shuddered, and they twitched with a pained expression. Solar let Lunar go, instructing the smaller bot to get something to clean up the mess. The white and blue animatronic left them reluctantly, shooting the twins a dark look before he left. The theater attendant sighed as soon as he was out of earshot, sitting by the twins. "I'm gonna untie you, but you have to promise not to go haywire again."

They nodded, staying on the floor after their bonds were removed. 

Solar watched them for a second, then slowly placed his hand on their head, petting their hat slowly. When they didn't pull away or snarl, he kept his hand there. "What was that about, bud?"

They whined lowly, "We hunger."

"For the rivers of red."

"For the warmth of the kill."

"We do not understand."

Solar tilted his head slightly in thought, prodding them with a question. "What don't you understand."

"The need-"

"The desire-"

"It was gone for the entirety of yesterday."

"With the sunman."

"Then it came back?"

"But it's gone again."

"But we still hunger." Harvest whined, "We need sustenance."

"It hurts ." Blood added voice strained.

Solar remembered that Moon had isolated the derivative yesterday; however, he didn't realize it could still be triggered like this, to the point they became violent. Hearing how the twins talked, how there was actual, genuine sadness in that, was proof that they didn't mean to, that they couldn't help it. How could he stay mad at the twins for something they couldn't control? He wished he could just take away that coding right then and there for them, but Moon and Sun wouldn't want him tampering with Bloodmoon unless they discussed this with the twins later.

"Maybe, to soothe this hunger, we could give you a compromise, since it seems that you two actually NEED it. It would only be fair," he offered, to which the twins perked up. "Blood bags. . . the killing of criminals. . . but I should talk to Sun and Moon about that first. But it could possibly help," he continued, the twins' red eyes looking at Solar. Their eyes scanned his face, thinking about the offer, and he said something surprising.

"Nice as it sounds. . .” 

“Delightful. . .”

“. . . we want the quiet."

Solar listened to them.

"Stomachs stop churning. . .” 

“Systems stop screaming. . .” 

“Quiet. . .” 

“We want the quiet. . .” 

“It doesn't hurt that way."

Stars. Bloodmoon was being honest in this very moment— they themselves were surprised they would say any of these things at all, but it's what they wanted. They liked the peace— liked how quiet their mind was, liked how it didn't hurt for the entire day, and they didn't have to worry about being malnourished.

Solar nods in understanding, letting them just rest against him. "Do you want to try to eat something like. . . actual food?" He asks, absently stroking his fingers down their back. They're like an oversized cat. He thought to himself, feeling a shuddery purr under his fingers and against his side. Dangerous, sure, but only if provoked. Other than that. . . they're quite docile. I should talk to Moon later, it's obvious something triggered them. Probably the blood but it may have been something else as well.

He let his thoughts wander as they purred under his ministrations. They don't seem to be very comfortable with Lunar, but they trust Sun. They're calm with me as well, even if they don't seem to like me very much. Is it because we're both solar models or is it something else? Lunar said something to them in the room too, they were quiet on the walk here. I'll have to ask him about it later.

The twins eventually nodded, looking somewhat lost as Solar hauled them to their feet and led them back to the table. After a few seconds, Lunar joined them, looking disgruntled. He scowled at the twins, pressed against Solar's side, shaking, and sat on the opposite side, snatching up his half-melted coffee. "So what now?" He asked, taking a sip of the sugary drink. 

"I'm gonna swing by El Chips and get something for the twins," Solar said, glancing at his own coffee. "Hopefully their systems will accept it, because they don't want blood."

Lunar snorted humorlessly, "Could have fooled me."

Solar sighed, rubbing his face with a hand, "Lunar they're trying to behave. Something triggered them into a fit, don't hold that against them when they're actively putting in effort not to cause trouble." He rested his elbow on the table, propping up his chin with a hand. "Or do you want to pretend you've never gotten overwhelmed and lashed out?" 

"That's not the same-"

"What about Sun? He's prone to nervous breakdowns and once broke Moon's arm because he was startled, should we condemn him?"

"No, but that's diff-"

"How about Moon? He's constantly getting in fights, hurting people, throwing things around. He has an awful attitude and a worse temper, but you don't shove him away. In fact, you're the first one to rush to his side to try to help him." Solar pointed out, reaching over and grabbing his coffee. 

"I-" Lunar started, then stopped before he was interrupted again. "I'm not comfortable with them here, they're dangerous."

"They're literally napping and purring as you say that," Solar said, glancing down at the lightly dozing animatronic, worn out from their fit. "They're no more dangerous than anyone else. Not anymore." He nudged them to see if they were actually sleeping and then lowered his voice. "Apparently, when Eclipse made them he installed a series of protocols. Something like a Sanguinary Directive? It was making them bloodthirsty, to the point that they were in severe pain if they went only a few hours without eating. Moon managed to isolate it, but they still have it. It's just. . . under lock and key. I think the barista's blood triggered it, and threw them into a rage."

Lunar listened raptly, then reached across the table and grabbed the taller animatronic's hand. "Do you not see what they did to you?" He asked, fear and concern lacing his voice. 

Solar flushed, "It's just casing, Lunar. The nanos will repair it. They didn't mean to attack me, they were just trying to get away." He sighed, running a thumb over Lunar's knuckles lightly. "Do you remember when Killcode and Moon were sharing a body?"

Lunar shuddered, "Of course I do."

"It's kind of like that. Except this isn't a third AI bunking with them that can be reasoned with. It's just a block of code that is tied tightly into their own AI. They can't control it, and it's our job to have patience with them." When Lunar scowled he continued, "I know you don't like it, but it's not their fault. It's Eclipse's. You'd want to be shown kindness if it were you."

". . . . ." 

He was right. If it were him, he would want some ounce of kindness, patience. . . tolerance. He knew how he was back then—a dickwad just as Bloodmoon was. . . a handful. And what did they do? Tolerate him. Showed him the ways. . . He harumphed, furrowing his eyebrows and crossing his arms.

"Lunar—"

"Yeah, okay. Fine. FINE . But don't expect it to be a smooth ride—"

"I don't intend to. I am aware of the things he'd done. . . Lunar."

"Good. . ."

Solar sighed, continuing to hold Lunar's hand, thumb pressing against his knuckles comfortingly.

"I know this will be ass for the next couple of days, but. . . I'll be there with you, alright? And I know Sun will try to wean them to make things more easier."

Lunar sighed. "Yeah. . . I know. . ."

Solar gave Lunar a hopeful smile. "Now. . . can I leave you for a bit with Bloodmoon, Lunar? I have to go get some food. I won't be long though."

"Mmmmmmmmmm. . ."

"Lunar."

"Yeah—yeah, just be quick, alright?"

"Thank you."

Solar brushed his hand against the smaller’s as he left, Lunar watched Solar until he was finally out of view. He groaned, looking at the sleeping twins, swirling his mocha latte before taking a sip. . . letting it cool his systems and calm his nerves.

The twins snored softly on the chair. How odd it was. Just a few minutes ago, they were freaking out—uncontrollably. And now? They're just sleeping like cats.

He sighed, looking at the clock. That bitchy barista would be back soon demanding he let them reopen the store. Fat chance, not with the twins this volatile. He pulled out his phone, texting Moon about the situation. All he got was a thumbs up in response, so he assumed the older animatronic was going to take care of the shop issue. 

He didn't have much else to do but watch the twins, literally. There was something peaceful about how calm they were after causing so much havoc. He knew he shouldn't hold a grudge against them, but it was hard not to when he could still remember the taste of his own fear when they snapped his arm, ruts cracking and whining as pressure was put on them, artificial nerves and muscle screaming with burning agony. Or the rage he had felt when he came across the desecrated body of his sister, the dark, bloodthirsty bot cackling and running off before Lunar could recover from his shock. 

But. . . this wasn't that animatronic. Well, it was, but they were so docile. Calm. It was almost unsettling how fast they had shifted from fury and panic to. . . purring. He also found Sun's tolerance of them strange, and how clingy they had been to the daycare attendant this morning. He wondered what caused such a strong attachment between them, last time he checked they were trying to torture Sun. 

They were so. . . innocent in their lack of knowledge too. And confusion about basic concepts. He knew that Eclipse probably didn't teach them more than the basics, but surely his brother would have taught them the concepts of modesty of all things. He had taught Lunar, so why not the twins? Or did he try to teach them, and they just weren't paying attention? Both options seemed viable. 

They didn't seem put off by him getting changed in front of them earlier. They seemed more curious than anything. How much did they not know? They seemed to get the idea of modesty somewhat when Solar told them about 'trust' and how they shouldn't show people their intimate bits if they didn't trust them, so did that mean they didn't understand the concept of sex in general? He supposed that was also possible, but it seemed impossible. They were always together, whether they were sharing one body or split in two, surely they had touched themselves or each other in the past?

He sipped his coffee, frowning when it was empty and reaching for Solar's. His nose scrunched up at the bitter taste, and he immediately put it down with a gagging sound, shoving a piece of cold pancake in his mouth to rid it of the awful taste. He snorted softly when he realized how casually his mind had fallen into the gutter, No wonder these two have no modesty, you're no better, he mentally chided. 

The bell over the door rang, and Solar walked in with a bag smelling deliciously of Mexican food. He looked both of them over, a smile almost reaching his face when the peace had remained. "They're still asleep." He noted, setting the bag on the table. Lunar immediately opened it, grinning when he found what he was looking for. 

"You spoil me." The blue animatronic said, unwrapping the spicy burrito. 

Solar rolled his eyes playfully, "Only so you won't bitch about how 'unloved' and 'starving' you are later." 

"You wound me." He replied with a soft laugh, biting into the hot treat while Solar nudged the twins awake gently.

Bloodmoon yawned, sleepy eyes looking at Solar. "I got you something—you may or may not like it. . . but anyways, I hope you can eat this. . . if not, don't force yourself, okay?" He said with a soft voice, slowly offering a burrito to Bloodmoon. The twins' noses picked up the scent curiously, eyes looking at it, tilting their head. The twins sat up, looked at Solar, then at the burrito, then at Solar again, then back at the burrito. Clawed hands slowly reached out for it. Bloodmoon opened his mouth, about to eat it with the aluminum foil on, but Solar stopped them before they could.

"You. . . forgot to, uhm. . ." He helped the twins peel it off. "Theeere we go."

The scent hit them stronger than before. Beef, jalapenos, tomato sauce, the rice—it smelled really good. "So many smells. . .” 

“So many tiny leaves. . .” 

“And. . .” 

“Sand?. . .” 

“People put sand in food!?"

The tiny leaves were probably just the seasoning, the "sand" being the rice. Those comments made Lunar and Solar chuckle.

"Wha?. . . Sand?"  Said Lunar, who already finished his share. "No—hah! That's rice, not sand. . . and those leaves are for flavor, Bloodmoon. It tastes good."

"Huh. . . well. . ." Taking one more sniff of the meal, they took one big bite, immediately overwhelmed by the many flavors they were tasting. But. . . it was a good kind of overwhelming. Their sarcastic smile spread into a big, stupid grin at the taste.

Solar chuckled, stealing his coffee back from Lunar and taking a drink. “Your coffee sucks by the way,” Lunar informed him, and he huffed a laugh.

“I get the same thing every time. You’d think you’d learn by now.” He teased. 

“A man can dream.” Lunar snarked back, staring woefully at his own empty cup. The twins were also staring woefully but at their burrito instead. They tugged Solar’s shirt to get his attention, pointing at the offending food.

“Where is the blood?”

“We tore into its flesh but it doesn’t bleed?” They stated, sounding at a loss. 

Solar raised a brow, “It’s cooked. Cooked meat doesn’t bleed generally.”

They whined sadly, staring at the lack of red. Lunar rolled his eyes, sliding the packets of salsa to the mechanic. He muttered a thanks, before getting the twins' attention. “Look, I don’t have a way to make them bleed real blood, but you said you don’t want real blood anyways. This is salsa.” He ripped open the packet, squirting a little bit on his finger to show them, “It’s a little spicy, but not too bad. Try it.” He offered the packet to them but they didn’t seem to get the memo, instead licking off his finger.

The mechanic made a face of disgust at the sandpaper texture of their tongue, while they lit up with delight. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He muttered, opening the burrito and squirting a few packets onto the food before closing it back up and handing it to the twins again 

They took a bite, grinning when it ‘bled’ this time around, dexterous tongue flicking out and lapping at the salsa before it could drip out. The bell to the shop rang again and Lunar glanced up to see who entered.

“We're closed asshole.”

“Haha very funny,” Sun said sarcastically, padding over to the table. The twins glanced up in recognition at the sound of his voice, first looking excited, then their expression falling as they realized the daycare attendant was frowning at them. “Moon told me what happened,” he said, forcing Lunar to slide over.

They tensed up, claws digging into the poor burrito, and stared at the table. They didn’t want to see the look of disappointment in Sun’s eyes.

“It wasn’t their fault,” Solar said for their sake. “The barista cut herself somehow. Badly. Bloodmoon freaked out, but they didn’t hurt anyone.”

Lunar cleared his throat, pointedly looking at Solar’s arms.

“They didn’t hurt anyone on purpose,” he amended.

Sun sighed, and Lunar passed him a taco in sympathy. “You look like shit dude.” 

“Thanks for the reminder,” he grumbled. “Moon told me to go on break.”

Solar blinked at him, “Holy shit? He never does that. Is he watching the daycare?”

Sun nodded miserably, taking a bite of the taco. “I broke a barrel. On accident. With my hands. It just kinda. . . Snapped.” Lunar inhaled sharply, patting Sun’s arm in sympathy. “There was a mother, and she was having a hissy because her son bought a fizzy fazz from the vending machine with her money that she gave him , and apparently he’s ‘not supposed to have sugar’ and I told her that we can’t control what kids buy from the vending machines, but that food and drink aren't allowed in the daycare itself. And her kid was throwing a tantrum on the ground a few feet away, and that’s also apparently my fault.” He rubbed his temples, “And then Moon told me about this while I was helping the kids stack barrels and- yeah.”

The twins whined softly, guilt and shame evident in their expression. Sun glanced up at them, sighing again. “It’s not your fault Bloodmoon.” He muttered, taking another bite of his taco.

The twins slowly ate their burrito once again, eating sadly, eyes still fixed on the coffee table. Sun may say it's not their fault or Solar may not say it's their fault, but it is. And for the first time, Bloodmoon actually felt remorse for their actions. . . another feeling welling up inside them—a new one. . . an unpleasant one. . . a mixed one? They took another bite.

"Ugh, Karens. Am I right?"  Solar empathized with Sun, hearing his little tale.

"They're the. WORST. I swear, they always blame the workers when things like that happen," Lunar agreed, furrowing his brows. 

"It's alright though, I think Moon has it handled. You know how he is when it comes to people like that. . . thank god, honestly," Solar chuckled, imagining Moon cussing out a Karen, not giving a shit about anyone—as well as the Fazbear higher-ups.

"Fuuuck youuu, get outta my dayycaree, kareeennn,"  Lunar imitated Moon in a silly manner, flipping birds and exaggerating movements. It earned a snicker from Sun.

"Exactly how he'd be, Lunar,"  Sun muttered, before turning his attention back to the twins, who had been awfully quiet for the majority of the time he had been here, which was slightly concerni-

Oh fuck , Sun swore internally, staring at the twins who had tears welling up in their eyes. “Bloodmoon. . .? What’s wrong?” He tried tentatively, but they just shook their head with a whimper, tugging their hat down.

He resisted the urge to sigh, not this shit too. Hadn’t he dealt with enough tears for one day?  “Can we have a second?” He asked politely, standing up.

Solar got the message, also standing so Sun could access the twins. The daycare attendant tugged them to their feet with patience he didn’t think he had left, “Come here.” He mumbled, walking them down a few booths so they wouldn’t be easily overheard for the twins' sake.

He crouched down to their level, white optics flicking worriedly over pouty lips and watery eyes. “Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” He tried again, wiping away a bloody tear from their cheek. 

They sniffled, not sure if they should lean into the touch or pull away. “We didn’t mean to-“

“Cause chaos.”

“We’re trying to be good.”

“We promise!” 

“We don’t know what happened.”

“We’re sorry!” They babbled, voices overlapping each other. 

Sun kept his facial expression controlled even as the duality of the twins made his wires stand on end. “It’s okay.” He muttered, taking their hand in his. “You’re trying, and that’s what matters. I didn’t expect you to be perfect, and you’re behaving so well. So much better than I thought you would.”

They flushed, then tugged their hat over their eyes with embarrassment. Sun snickered softly, “Come here.” He cooed, tugging them into his arms. They melted into the contact, turning to putty in his hands. He let them latch onto him, hands cradling their thighs and keeping them close as he stood, feeling them shudder and sob softly in their hold. 

Finally sighing, he walked back over to Lunar and Solar. “I’m gonna take them back to my room, it’s obvious they’ve had enough excitement for one day.”

“What about the daycare?”

Sun swore, “Fuck, you’re right. Uhmmmm. . . “ he bit his lip, trying to think of a solution that wouldn’t involve letting anyone see the frazzled bot clinging to him like a koala.

“My daycare is closed for the day.” Lunar offered, then blushed when two sets of eyes snapped to him. “What?! I’m just saying. . . They can stay with me until the end of your shift. I know Solar has stuff to do, but it’s my day off and. . . They’re sad.” He finished lamely, tugging at the ends of his sleeves sheepishly.

Hearing Lunar, the twins contemplated in their mindscape—why the sudden change of heart? Wasn't he screaming at them earlier about how he would throw them aside to the trash compactor? Leave them to die? The twins did not trust Lunar. What if he were to trick them and actually do the deed while Sun and Solar weren't looking? They growled lowly into Sun's ear.

"We do not trust the small one.” 

“No, no, no. Not one bit."

Lunar sighed, regretting the things he said—maybe he was a little too harsh on them after all. They didn't mean it. . . "If you think I'd actually do those things to you, I won't—"

"We were fine staying with the dark sun.” They interrupted.

Now Solar had no problem taking in the twins under his watch—he wasn't too busy after all. . . However, he saw how much Lunar wanted to make it up to them. "Ah. . ." Well, he couldn't honestly blame them for their reluctance. 

"I think he's trying to make it up to you two. . . think of it as a trust exercise. . . sort of?"  Sun said, looking at the twins with his head tilted slightly. Shiny red eyes looked at him, scanning his soft facial expression. . . Bloodmoon only gripped Sun's shoulders tightly in reply.

He sighed, realizing he was going to have to compromise. Smiling apologetically, and mouthing 'give us another minute' to Lunar and Solar, he walked to the other side of the restaurant, disappearing into the kitchen. He knelt down on the wooden floor, trying to get the twins to let go of him. 

"Bloodmoon, I'm right here. But I need you to let go." He winced, "Your claws are digging into my shoulder," He tried to gently point out, but it came as more of a hiss. They quickly let go, tears still slipping down their cheeks silently. They looked. . . lost. That was the best way Sun could put it as he watched them touch their fingers to the red wetness in confusion, staring at it as if they were unsure what it was. 

He reached up to the counter, grabbed a couple of napkins, and dabbed away their tears with as much gentleness as he could manage. "Hey, hey it's okay. No one was hurt, no one is mad at you." Seeing them about to protest, he shook his head, pressing a finger against their lips. "Solar isn't mad at you. His nanites will repair the rips in the casing and he'll be good as new in a few days."

They whined, grabbing Sun's hand and pressing it against their cheek, craving the warmth. "It's too loud."

"Bright."

"We prefer quiet."

"Dark."

"Too much happening."

"It's too much. "

Sun felt processors spin, piecing together the clipped sentences. "You had a panic attack?"

"Panic." They agreed, shuffling over and tucking themselves back against Sun, shivering. 

"I'm sorry." Sun didn't know what he was apologizing for, but he just assumed that this, like most other things, was his fault somehow. That there was some way he could have prevented this. 

They keened pathetically, shaking their head. "Not Sunman's fault. Just. . ."

"Noisy place."

"Sunman cannot control that."

"We do not wish to go with Lunar."

"We do not trust him."

"He is loud."

"Wishes to shove us into the trash compactor."

"We do not want to go in the trash compactor."

Sun sighed, running his hand up and down their back, "He was probably just scared. He's like Moon in that way, he hides his fear with anger. He didn't actually mean it." He let them cling to him, enjoying the coolness of their body after such an already long day. "It's just going to be for a few more hours. I can't stay here, I need to go back to work." He bit his lip, considering, "Can you do it for me?" He felt bad playing such a low card. "Can you be my good boy, and afterward we can go do something together. After the plex is closed? Just a few more hours?"

Lunar being scared of them? Hiding his fear in anger? That at least made sense. . . He was like Moon after all. . . Bright, mismatched eyes looked up at Sun.

Can you be my good boy?

Can you do it for me?

Those words. . . those words panged in the twins' heart. . . It was honestly weird. . . strange because they do want to be his good boy. . . and they do want to do this for him— Strange because they never really wanted to do anything for anyone before. . . not willingly. Sun's different for some reason they don’t understand.

Sniffling, the twins wiped the tears away and nodded at Sun with resolve. "We'll. . . we'll be your good boy," The voices said in unison, agreeing to do this just for him and only him. They didn't want to disappoint Sun even more after all. And besides, he did promise to do something together later if they behaved .

Sun looked at them and mentally compared them to a bunch of toddlers. Stars, in some fucked over way, he found them cute. A small smile formed on his face. "Good boy. . . Come on now. . . let's go back and take you to Lunar. They're waiting outside for you."

"Okay. . . Sunman. . .."

While the twins didn't seem happy about going with Lunar, they didn't put up a fuss either. They glanced up at Sun, as if silently pleading him not to go. "Just a few hours." He reminded them, ruffling the fluff on their hat almost affectionately. To this they growled and ducked away from the offending hand, straightening the nightcap on their head and shooting him a slightly heated glare. He chuckled, then fished out his phone. "If something happens, and I'm sure it won't, but if something does."

He leaned over, showing them how to use the ping button for 'in case the phone gets lost' but in this case, it would be to let Sun know that something went wrong. To make sure it still worked, he hadn't lost his phone in ages, he let them press it. Immediately his HUD display lit up with a location notification, and he nodded in affirmation. He watched the two reluctantly leave with Lunar, then slumped in the booth across from Solar again. 

The mechanic passed him another sympathy taco, and he gratefully accepted it. "How much longer is your break?"

"Half an hour," Sun grumbled, burying his hands in his face. "I feel like I've bitten off more than I can chew." He confided, staring at the table mournfully.

"They are awfully. . . attached to you. Did something happen?"

"Other than finger blasting them?" Sun laughed humorlessly, then realized what slipped out of his mouth and froze, glow turning on and lighting up his entire face. He groaned, "Pretend you didn't hear that."

Solar chuckled, not really affected by his friend's fluster. "So that's why Moon was so avoidant this morning." He mused, with a grin. "Must have been a hell of a high for them to be this clingy." He teased, swigging back the rest of his coffee. 

Sun glared at him without any real heat, "Yeah yeah laugh it up." He grumbled, but he couldn't help the small smile from Solar's positive energy after so much chaos this morning. 

"Is that why they didn't have pants this morning?"

"No!" Sun spluttered, fans whirring with embarrassment. "I just didn't have pants in their size."

Solar gave him a lopsided grin, "I know that I was just giving you shit."

"Asshole," Sun muttered but huffed in amusement from the particular brand of banter that Solar brought to the table. This was manageable. 

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Lunar took them through side halls to avoid the main crowd, "I don't like all the noise either." He confessed when they questioned him on it. 

They padded along behind him, grateful at the dimness of the lights in these areas, until they reached the brightness of the smaller daycare that was closed for the day. Lunar didn't check to see if they were following, throwing open the door to his room and flopping down on his bean bag mess of blankets and pillows. They followed hesitantly, closing the door at Lunar's insistence. 

It was dark. Quiet. 

It was nice.

. . . it was suspicious.

The twins stood there awkwardly near the door, hands holding together to comfort each other, eyes looking around. They eyed every item, every toy, the treadmill, the humidifier he had, which smelled pretty good but they dared not to go near. Then their eyes met Lunar's.

Lunar looked at his now issue looking around the room. They were tense, anxious, which was seriously unlikely of them, but he understood why. "You know you can. . .  sit down. . .  relax. . .  instead of standing there like a statue, right?" He said to them, pointing over to his gaming chair on the side, and another beanbag chair nearby a mini table.

The twins looked at the chairs. . .  they picked the one furthest from Lunar—the beanbag chair. They curled up in the beanbag like a cat, hugging the cloth, tugging on it. . .  eyes looking warily at the lunar bot, still quite untrusting of him.

Lunar. . .  tries to think—what could they do together while they had time? Video games? They might not like it Art?  They might eat the crayons. . .  Treadmill? Nah. . . 

He realized he had no idea what the twins enjoyed outside of hunting and killing, and figured it couldn't hurt to ask. "What do you two like to do. . . er, in your free time?"

"Free time?" They echoed back, tilting their head. 

"Like-" He made a vague movement with his hand, "Like when you aren't hunting and killing." He frowned, realizing it may be better to narrow it down. "What have you discovered you like since yesterday?"

They considered the question, tapping their claws against their thigh absently. "The Sunman."

Lunar snorted, "Yes, I could tell. But that's a person, not an activity."

They frowned, running back everything they did since yesterday. "We like. . ." Harvest started, thinking hard.

"The- the wrapped cooked flesh that bled red." Blood cut in eagerly.

"Yes! That." Harvest agreed with a smile. 

Lunar started giggling, Oh these two are so oblivious. He thought, wondering how the hell he was ever frightened of them. "Okay, very good." He managed after a moment. "What else?"

"The warm rain?"

"Shower."

"Yes! Shower, the shower. Warm, nice. We like that."

Lunar nodded, then blinked in realization, furrowing his brows in confusion. Did these two seriously take their first shower yesterday ? "Okay. . .? Anything else?"

They conversed with themselves, motors running softly in the background. "Arousal?" Harvest suggested out loud to his twin, tentatively.

Blood nodded eagerly, "Yes yes, the arousal. Pleasure it is nice."

"And the pain."

"Somewhat." They grinned proudly to themselves, triumphant at finding yet another answer.

Lunar coughed—choked on his own spit at that answer. WHO THE FUCK JUST SAYS THAT? SO CASUALLY AND PROUDLY!? It certainly caught the animatronic off guard. The fact that these two seemed oblivious that it wasn't. . .  appropriate to admit such things like that.

Seeing Lunar's reaction made them tilt their head. Why was he shocked? Coughing up like that?

"Bloodmoon—you don't just tell people that, that's weird."

Then again. . .  Bloodmoon had no sense of decency, modesty. . .  or even knowledge of sex—so how was he supposed to know that he shouldn't be discussing things like that so openly?

"We are only telling you the truth.” 

“You said to list the things we like.” 

“What is wrong with saying—”

“We like the arousal-” 

“The pleasure and pain—”

“That comes with it."

"Hoooo boy." Yep, he was going to attempt to change the topic. No way was he going to talk about Bloodmoon's sex life, no sirree. "Anyways, let's move on. What else do you like, Bloodmoon?"

Well, if Lunar wanted to move on, so be it. The twins would resume to think, their brains scrambling for ideas. . .  Of course, their honesty was blunt, and they just had to say: "We like licking Sun!” 

“Sweet like candy he is, like sour candy.”

“Lemon drops?” 

“Lemon drops! Lemon drops - He smells like it!!." The twins agreed with each other, smiling widely, and Lunar was just staring at them with shock.

Why is this my problem? Lunar silently pleaded to the ceiling. Why did I have to offer to watch them?

He cleared his throat, then floundered for words, then chose silence as the best option. 

"You glow." They noted, leaning forward and squinting at him.

"He seems flustered."

"Indeed."

"But why?"

"There is nothing to be flustered about."

"We are merely answering his question."

Lunar spluttered, waving his hands around as he choked on his words, "I didn't want to know that !" He defends, faceplate burning.

They blinked at him, "Then why did you ask?"

Lunar opened his mouth, snapped it shut, then opened it again. "Because I didn't think you'd so openly talk about your sex life with my brother ." He hissed, burying his face in his hands.

They tilted their head at him, "Do you not have a sex life?"

"Does the small moon not feel arousal?"

"How strange."

"Is that strange?"

"It could be strange."

Lunar stared at them in bewilderment, "I- I have a sex life!" He rebutted, crossing his arms with a huff. 

They scrutinized him, "He's lying other."

"Lying is bad."

"Lying is manipulative."

"He has no sex life."

"He feels arousal, however?"

"It appears so, otherwise why would he lie about it?" They mused, absently picking at the hem of the hoodie.

Lunar blushed at the insults that Bloodmoon—apparently—did not mean to hurl. I mean, the twins think that: if he did have no sex life, what's the shame in it? It's not like it was a goal of sorts, at least to Bloodmoon.

"What's wrong?” 

“Nothing wrong to have no sex.” 

“It is no goal, not so much of an achievement, we think." They were honest, looking back at Lunar, who was still glowing as blue as can be.

"Unless it is a goal you so want? Maybe that is why you are ashamed?"

The twins tilted their heads at Lunar curiously. . .  Was it something he wanted? Or was he telling the truth that he did have a sex life. . .  If he did, he does wonder with who. . . ? Maybe Solar? The way he looked at him earlier did seem pretty suspicious. But they wouldn't assume.

"IT'S—NOT SOMETHING I ACTIVELY LOOK FOR, NO— that's just weird, Bloodmoon. That just makes you look like some degenerate or something—"

The twins tilted their heads. Why would it be a degenerating thing to look for such pleasure? Pain?

Lunar groaned. He hated having to explain this to Bloodmoon. "Because those who look for it as some goal or something, it's weird—gross—yes, that's the word, it's gross. It's also, like. . .  I dunno, abnormal, I guess." 

The twins hummed, taking in this new information from Lunar. . .  They wondered: How does one ask for it normally? People get aroused, do they? And people want relief just like how they did and just how Sun did. . . 

"But people are always aroused.” 

“How does one get it?” 

“Seek for it?” 

“Normally?” 

“Could you show us how?"

Lunar blinked. God, how he hated how curious these two always were. What does he say? And the words "show us"? Hah! No way.

He picked at the blankets, "Generally people just," He tried to use the right words without getting too flustered about the topic. "Masturbate when they're aroused if they don't have a partner with them. And if they do have a partner, they use body language? Or bluntly ask, I suppose." He muttered, feeling their mismatched stare boring into him. 

"Masturbate?" They questioned, scooting closer without really noticing it. 

"W-When you touch your. . ." He motioned down to his pelvis fumbling for a word, "Privates. How do you have no idea what any of this is?" 

They sat back on their haunches, considering. "We are aware there are many things we don't know of," Harvest admitted, playing with their fingers somewhat nervously. "There was never a chance to experience."

"To think."

"To feel."

"Outside of ripping and tearing-"

"Devouring flesh-"

"Causing pain and suffering."

"Our minds were clouded, screaming, a storm."

"Loud."

"It's only been recently that we've had some quiet."

"We are learning many new things," Blood chipped in happily, "We wish to experience what we could not before."

Lunar nodded slowly, having little difficulty keeping up with the strange speech pattern. He had spent plenty of time with them in the beginning, after all. "So you've never masturbated."

"No."

"Huh." He let his eyes wander around the room, before landing on the twins again. "But you've had. . . sex? With Sun?" He felt his faceplate heat up as he asked the question, morbidly curious.

"We have licked his writhing worm!" 

"Sweet he was."

"And such delightful sounds."

". . . is that it?" Lunar asked, feeling his fans click up a notch with embarrassment. This felt like a violation of Sun's privacy but he was so curious. What was that saying, curiosity killed the cat? Lunar felt like it could often apply to him as well. 

They shook their heads, "He took his hand-"

"Fingers-"

"And," They demonstrated without shame, pressing their own fingers against their crotch in a slight v-shape. Their breath hitched at the action, and they tore their hand away startled, staring at it as if it had shocked them. 

Lunar couldn't help the laugh that escaped at their bewildered expression, even as his face burned from watching the lewd movement. "Dumbasses." He snorted, shaking his head.

The twins huffed with a pout, "It startled us." They complained, "We forgot." Their own blush was present on their face now from the unexpected shock that had coursed through their systems from the pressure on their clit. 

Lunar snickered, "You're not supposed to touch that part of you unless you plan on being intimate." He told them, pulling a blanket around his frame, and snuggling back into the softness. "Otherwise you're just gonna be hot and bothered." When they stared at him uncomprehending, he shook his head, "Aroused." He elaborated for their sake. 

They whined, both at the teasing tone from the younger animatronic and at the heat that had sparked at their touch. "How do we get rid of it."

Lunar blinked. He had to be kidding him right now. Right now? Right now. Fucking stars, they're aroused right now? Just by a touch of their own fingers—a simple press? 

". . . You're kidding, right?" The twins shook their heads, which made Lunar groan. He didn't want to help them because that would be kinda weird. "You can. . .  ignore it for now," Lunar suggested.

The twins whined at Lunar's suggestion. "But what if we don't want to?”

“What if we want it now?" 

"Well. . .  if you seriously need it that badly, why don't you two go ahead to my bathroom and do the. . . deed. Didn't Sun teach you or show you?" 

That was right. Sun did teach them how to relieve themselves. . .  For once, Lunar was useful.

"He's right, other. We could. . .  try. . . "

Lunar clasped his hands together. "GREAT. Now, go to my bathroom, take care of it there because there is no way in hell I want to see that. And close the door. And when you're done, wash up." 

Lunar had a point there too. Plus, Bloodmoon didn't trust that pipsqueak enough to show him his intimacy. Bloodmoon tugged their hoodie down, looking at Lunar, hopping off the bean bag chair.

"And off you go! The bathroom is just there," he pointed to the door of his bathroom. The twins skittered their way to the bathroom. . . 

Lunar crossed his arms, bashfully looking away from the bathroom, knowing well what Bloodmoon was about to do. . .  Distraction time. What can he do? He looked around and saw his Nintendo Switch. Yes, yes, that would be a good distraction! He took it and turned on a Pokémon game.

The twins closed the door behind them, kicking off their sweats and letting them fall to the ground. They stared at their crotch for a second, unsure, then hesitantly pressed the pad of a finger back against their clit. The pressure immediately shot pleasure up their systems, and they shuddered. A clawed hand gripped the counter to keep them steady as they alternated pressure on the sensitive organ. A shaky moan slipped out, both twins focused on the task at hand. 

They tried to rub their fingers against the area, only to hiss and jerk their hand away as their claws pricked the sensitive silicone. "Hurts." Blood whined to his other, glaring at the offending claws. 

"Sharp. Not good." Harvest muttered in agreement, flexing the fingers, trying to get them to slide back into the hidden slots under the casing. 

They growled to themselves as nothing happened. "Aren't they supposed to slide away?"

"Yes, they won't."

"Why not?" Blood whined, trying to retract them again.

"Locked?" Harvest suggested, wrapping his code around his other's in an attempt to soothe. 

"Hurts to touch."

"I know, hush. Let me think."

Blood whimpered, but kept quiet as Harvest ran diagnostics of their system. In their mindscape, a wall of scrolling text appeared, Harvest flicking his gaze over it with evident frustration. Blood grabbed his twin's hand, offering comfort as best he could as the other grew more and more agitated. "Locked." Harvest finally concluded, scowling at the code. 

"Can you fix it?"

"Not from the inside. We need a computer."

Blood whined, rubbing his legs together trying to alleviate the heat between them. "How do we solve this?"

Harvest grimaced as a spike of pleasure infected their systems briefly. "I don't know."

"What now?"

The taller twin paced in the mindscape, feeling Blood's eyes on him. Coming to no helpful conclusion, he hissed between clenched teeth. "We go back." He decided. "We can't do anything about it on our own, not unless we want to deal with cuts."

Blood whined softly, displeased with this conclusion, but didn't try to fight it. 

Lunar's gaze snapped up to them when the door clicked open again, raising a brow. "That was fast."

They growled at him, slinking back to the chair they were in previously and glaring at the floor.

". . . or not," Lunar muttered to himself, eyeing the twins over his switch. After a few seconds of tense silence, he sighed, rolling his eyes. "What's wrong?" 

The twins rubbed their legs, annoyed that they couldn't please themselves right now. Their claws were much too sharp, but Sunny's fingers. . .  were perfect. . .  smooth. . .  long. . .  oh stars . Just thinking about it made them even more heated. Cheeks turning red, they crossed their arms, trying to ignore their desperate want.

"We can't do it.” 

"Our claws, they scratch. “

"It is. . .  painful.” 

"We cannot retract them.” 

"Locked, locked are they!" 

They cried out to Lunar about their problem. It was rather pathetic, to say the least. Lunar couldn't help but snicker, though they sounded so whiney.

"It is not funny!”

"Stop laughing at us!" The two whined again, pouting at the snickering blue bot. Lunar eventually did come to a stop.

"Well, looks like you are going to have to wait until. . .  well. . .  until Sun comes back."

But that takes hours. They thought miserably. Sun wouldn't be back until 6, and that's hours away, and their want and desire to be touched just grew at the thought of the solar animatronic. Bloodmoon had newly experienced arousal and. . .  of course when something feels as good as this, they couldn't control their urges well enough yet.

"But he doesn't come back in—”

" Hours, we have to wait.”

"We don't want to wait. . . ” 

"No. . . ”

"We want to go to Sun now—”

"NOW—”

"He can help us. . . ” 

"With our need. . . " 

The twins made their way for the door. They wanted to bust out of Lunar's room just for Sun, but Lunar wouldn’t let them do that! He promised Sun to take care of them! 

"Wait! Bloodmoon, stop!" He held the twins' hand, which made them twitch. However, they did not react violently towards him. "You can't leave—Sun's busy! Look, you seriously can't just go up to him and ask him right now, kids are watching!" 

"We don't care!” 

"Let us go—”

"GO GO GO!"

"Bloodmoon stop!" Lunar snapped again, tugging them back so they fell onto the makeshift bed, using his weight to his advantage over their lightweight nanos. He pinned them down with both hands, keeping their claws pressed into the cushions just in case. 

Their chest heaved with synthetic breaths, baring their teeth at him in a ploy to intimidate. It wasn't very successful considering the other half was whining and mewling pitifully, straining against the hands holding them down. " Let go ." They snarled, "We want to go see Sun."

Lunar rolled his eyes, putting it in terms that Bloodmoon would understand. "You go do that, right now, while Sun is at work, and you'll get him in trouble. You don't want to get him in trouble, do you?" He asked, staring at them pointedly.

"N. . . no." They mumbled, frustrated tears pricking their optics. "But it burns . And we can't get these accursed claws to go away."

Lunar sighed, long and exasperated. "One would think you would have considered that before you went and got yourself worked up." He muttered, loosening his grip slightly before they managed to hurt themselves somehow. They scowled at him or tried to, grumbling. "Are you calm?"

They reluctantly nodded.

"Are you gonna try to book it if I let you go?"

They shook their head.

He let them go, rolling off them and waiting for them to get up. When they didn't, just lay there flushed and whining, he rolled his eyes. "Are you just gonna sit there and pout?" He asked, snatching his switch from the ground. 

"Burns." They complained, rubbing their thighs together slightly. 

He flushed at the lewd display, glancing at the clock. Two. Four more hours until Sun would be able to come get them. He. . . was curious, he had to admit. He turned the switch off, setting it back on its holder and propping himself up with a hand, looking at them with feigned disinterest. "Do you want help?" He asked dryly, pinning them with his gaze.

Help? Does Lunar want to help them with their heat? The twins' wide eyes looked at the smaller other, contemplating if they should even let him near him. But..Lunar was offering, and this was a trust exercise given by Sun, was it not? 

" Yes ." Blood answered for both of them. 

"Please help us-”

"It burns-”

"We yearn. . .”

" NEED. ”

The twins begging for Lunar to help. . .  now that was just something. These two were about to rip his arm off last time, and now they want him to. . .  fuck them? Help them? Heh. "Well. . .  hm. . .  come here, you two, on the bags."

The two complied almost immediately. It was so unlikely for them to. Lunar noticed they even spread their legs for all of Lunar to see. Huh , he forgot they left their pants in the bathroom.

Lunar stared at them for a moment, taking in the view. A whimpering Bloodmoon, their hands spreading their thighs, and a really wet, tight cunt in front of him. . . 

A small part of Lunar can't believe he's actually doing this. . .  the rest of him isn’t surprised.

They keened and whined as white and blue hands trailed up their legs, small slender fingers parting their outer lips curiously, thumbing at their clit. The reaction was immediate, hips twitching and a sweet, sinful moan leaving their vocal processors. Lunar felt his fans kick up another notch, thumb leaving their clit for now, tracing along their leaking slit slowly. They writhed under him, soft pleas and moans escaping them. A want for more .

"Greedy things," Lunar mumbled, pressing two fingers inside them at once, watching as tears pooled in their eyes at the slightly painful stretch. But they didn't push him away, or tell him to stop. He slowly worked the fingers in with small thrusts, rubbing against their walls and scissoring them open. Slick coated his fingers, translucent red and sparkly when he pulled them out. 

Their fans and motors ran loudly, claws gripping into the blankets tightly. Lunar eyed the sticky substance, tongue flicking out to taste it experimentally. It was sweet, although he supposed that was to be expected. He hummed thoughtfully, considering them while he cleaned off his fingers with his tongue. His hands found their thighs again, wrapping around the underside of the slender limbs and lifting them up slightly. The twins startled, then melted back against the nest when Lunar's tongue pressed against their clit, cool against the heat of their arousal. 

They mewled as he lapped at them, sliding the dexterous organ between their folds, licking into them. He worked them open with his tongue, rolling their clit between two fingers as they sobbed under him. Feeling them start to tense, he pulled away, grinning as they whined from the lack of stimulation. He switched tactics, pressing light kisses along the inside of their thighs until they slowly relaxed again with a soft whimpering moan. 

His hands teased the waistband of his pants, toying with the idea of getting further involved.

"Why did you stop, Luuunarr?" Bloodmoon whined. They were so close to climaxing, and he just HAD to stop right then and there. The sniveling twins looked at Lunar, who was looking down at them rather curiously. Their gaze followed where his hands were, and the ever-growing tent in his pants. Was Lunar aroused? Like them? Sniffling, the twins could smell him—sense that he was. It was something they had picked up on when Sun was aroused.

"You two are such crybabies," Lunar playfully teased the two, which only earned him a pout from Bloodmoon. Shying away from the fact that they were crying here, in front of Lunar. They wiped away their tears with their hands.

"You cannot blame us—”

"It hurts—”

"Stinging—”

"Two completely inside of us—”

"Never before. . . "

Oh. . . ? So Sun hadn't broken them in? That's why they were so sensitive and so whiney about fingering them earlier.

"So Sun hasn't done it to you yet, has he?" Lunar asked, his hands slowly going back to Bloodmoon, sliding to his lower stomach, his thumb lightly touching his clit, teasing them. This made the twins shiver.

"D-done what?”

"What is it, L-lunar?" 

Lunar hummed, getting the gist. So they never actually done it. . .  He isn't surprised, really. Sun is a bit of a coward— an anxious mess —a thoughtful anxious mess. "Something pleasurable—you two might not be ready for it though. Suppose that's why he hadn't tried it on you yet."

"Tried what?”

"Show us-”

"Please. . . ”

"We want to feel good.”

"We want it. . . " 

The two voices intertwined, whining, begging for Lunar to give them whatever it was he was talking about. . .  And Lunar thought of it as an invitation to try something. He smirked. He took back his hands. Sliding off his pants, the two twins saw Lunar's slithering cock. A light blue color, already covered with slick, glittery lubricant.

They tilted their head slightly, did Lunar also want them to suck him off like they did with Sun in the shower last night? That silent question was answered when Lunar crawled up to their level, grabbing their hands in his own loosely. “You wanna feel good, right?” He purred, caging them in with his arms.

Brief anxiety flicked through their eyes, before they nodded slowly, suddenly nervous from Lunar’s tone. “Relax.” The blue animatronic whispered, grinding their hips together lightly. Their combined slick made the glide easy, and the twins moaned quietly under him. 

Lunar felt his fans stutter, as much as he liked to pretend to be confident, he’d only had drunken fumblings in the past. Everything was much more intense without the haze of weed or alcohol. Much more pleasing as well. He had to be careful not to let his own claws slide out, rolling their hips together at an even pace. Going slowly so he could watch the twins fall apart underneath him. 

“Do you want more?” He asked, waiting for them to blink up at him. “We can go further.” He offered, rolling his hips slightly harder in emphasis, cock sliding against slick folds. 

They keened at the motion, back arching for a moment and claws curling around Lunar’s hands tightly. “Please-“ they whined out, burying their face in the pillows next to them, glowing with a red flush.

Who knew Bloodmoon was such a whiney bitch? As someone who was addicted to killing people- inflicting pain and screams- someone who was supposed to be sooo tough is crying under him. Begging, whining for him to touch them- to fuck them. Seeing their blush only encouraged Lunar. 

He lets himself drag inside Bloodmoon’s tight, slick walls. It was a little difficult because of how tight they were. Bloodmoon gasped at the intrusion. claws holding onto Lunar’s hand tightly as tears began to well up and fall onto their cheeks. The pain was clearly evident on their face. This was all too new, and all too overwhelming for the two. However. . . they didn't want to push Lunar away. They wanted this. they asked for it and they are surely aware the pleasure would come soon - just like how Sun had played with them yesterday. 

Lunar shuddered at how tight Bloodmoon was. Sparks of pleasure shot into his wires as Bloodmoon's walls gripped around him. "Shit. . . you're so tight, Bloody." 

Bloodmoon's voice hitched "You're so b-big.” 

"It hurts. . . ”

"Does it feel good later. . . ?”

"Ow ow..o-ow. . . "

“Shh.” He soothed, resting his head on their chest, listening to their inner workings. “It’ll feel good, I promise. You just gotta relax.” 

They shuddered, doing their best to force themselves to relax. It became evident they were just working themselves up instead, doing the opposite of what was needed, by the way their breaths hitched and became strained. They whined lowly, tears dripping from their optics, “It hurtsss. . .”

Lunar sighed against them, “That’s cause you’re tight as a wine cork and as tense as it too. You gotta calm down and relax, Bloodmoon.” He mumbled, honestly pretty content with the accidental cock warming.

“We’re trying.” They defended, voice wavery, “it’s not working.”

Fuck . Lunar thought to himself, watching the twins cry under him. Sun’s gonna kill me if I ruin this for them.

He started to consciously purr, running his thumb against their knuckles. Small kisses were pressed to their jaw and neck until they started to giggle in confusion. “What are you- what are you doing?” They questioned, slowly melting under him. 

“Distracting you,” Lunar said, catching their lips with his own quickly. “I think it’s working.” They flushed at the brush of lips, and Lunar noticed. He did it again, more purposefully this time, watching their fluster grow, freckles lit up with red blush. Cute .

“Open your mouth a bit.” He instructed, pressing their lips together again. This time he slipped his tongue into their mouth, licking into him, wrapping their tongues together. The twins moaned into the kiss, accidentally grinding their hips down. They keened at the motion and the sparks that shot through them, this time of pleasure not pain, and slowly ground against the smaller bot. Lunar pulled away from the kiss, looking down at the wrecked and flushed bot under him with a small amount of fondness. “I take it you’re good to go?”

Being kissed was something Bloodmoon wasn't used to—hell, they never even experienced it before, up until Lunar did it, and in all honesty, they liked it. It gave them a fluttery sense of pleasure—it especially helped him relax. Pulling away, the twins' eyes looked at Lunar, quite bashfully. Systems keeping up with the fans that whir so loudly—desperately trying to cool off. . . 

"No—not yet. . . " They both said sheepishly. "Please. . . ”

"Do it again. . . ”

"What you did. . . ” 

"With your mouth. . . "

Lunar chuckled. What needy bitches were they, huh? Lunar leaned down once again, giving Bloodmoon what they wanted—affection. Not that he didn't mind giving it anyway. Soft lips pressed Bloodmoon's forehead. Trailing down to their brow, their cheek, which earned Lunar another giggle from Bloodmoon. Reaching their lips, he gave them a peck, then another, before delving in once more.

Lunar slowly found his hands sliding down to Bloodmoon's waist, creeping down to their ass as they kissed, squeezing it tight before thrusting himself gently into the twins. Pacing himself. The twins held onto Lunar, arms around his neck, taking all of this wonderful experience in—there were again twinges of stinging pain, but the pleasure outweighed it.

Lunar pulled away from the kiss, only to bury his face against Bloodmoon's neck, kissing it as he pumped himself inside them.

They automatically tilted their chin to give him more access, purring and moaning softly and sweetly. They shivered at the feeling of sharp canines nipping at the thin layer of casing around their metal neck, clawed hands flexing where they were tangled together around Lunar’s neck. There was a slight prick of pain as the sharp ends poked at their own casing, but it was ignored.

 It was borderline overwhelming in the best way possible. They shivered and mewled as Lunar tended to them, legs loosely wrapped around a slender waist. This shifted the angle slightly, and their breath caught as Lunar brushed against something inside them. The same something that Sun had pressed against with his fingers the night before.

They keened, back arching with a cry of Lunar’s name, tensing up as their climax spilled over suddenly. Lunar purred, slowing to a stop inside of them while they rode the afterglow, giving them a chance to recover. They shuddered, toes curling as waves of pleasure coursed through them pleasantly, gripping onto Lunar tightly.

Lunar watched as they came down from their high, peppering their cheeks with soft kisses that made them titter in amusement. “Better?” He asked, pulling away slightly.

They looked up at him, pupils hazy and sated, with a goofy grin on their face. They nodded after a second of processing the question, whining when Lunar tried to pull away. “You didn’t get your. . .” They searched for the word, then made a small gesture with their fingers in imitation of an. . . Explosion? 

Lunar snorted, gently prying the twins' legs off from around him, “If you’re that worried about it you could suck me off.” He joked, pulling out with a quiet slick sound.

The twins, however, didn’t quite understand bedroom humor or that Lunar was saying he was fine without a climax, eager hands immediately rolling Lunar over and snaking down to his thighs.

"Oh?" Lunar was okay without the climax, but seeing how the twins rubbed his thighs. . .  eyes looking up at him eagerly, head tilted with a soft expression. The smaller animatronic flushed.

"We know you are aroused—”

"And pent up—”

"Like the Sunman was yesterday.”

"We can help—”

"Yes, help—”

"We. . .  want to make you feel nice.”

"Like we do. . . ”

"Like Sun. . . ”

"May we?"

Lunar wasn't opposed to the idea, and they asked so nicely. How could he refuse? Lunar hummed, leaning back on the bean bags. A soft hand touched their faces, caressing them. He felt his face flush even more—it was honestly just cute to see them like this. And in a way, nice how they were sorta willing to give back—even if they didn't have to. "Hmm. . .  well. . .  since you insist, go ahead. Let's see what you can do, hm, Blood?" 

Bloodmoon nodded—eager to please Lunar and eager to be good. They kissed Lunar's slowly writhing cock before building it up to lapping at the sensitive tip, which made the animatronic sigh. The twins slowly worked themselves down, taking as much as they could. Oh, they hoped they were being a good boy right now.

"Mnn. . .  fuck." Lunar moaned. Who knew Bloodmoon was so good with his mouth? With all those sharp teeth, one would expect to be bitten.

Fuck, this would go good with a joint actually. He slid his gaze to the side, sighing slightly when he realized his stash was empty. He'd have to mooch some off of Monty later. Would that be something the twins would enjoy or want to try? They ate cigarette butts according to Eclipse, so who knows. Maybe they'd like weed.

He pet the twin's head slightly as they went down on him, melting into the pleasure they provided so willingly. Their tongue was slightly rougher than his own texture-wise, but he didn't mind, it's not like silicone could chafe. He purred in contentment, pleasure rolling over him in waves. It didn't take him long to come to climax, he had already been decently close when the twins had orgasmed, clenching down on him with claws pricking little divots into his back. The small scratches still burned, pleasantly so, a reminder of their previous activity. 

The twins pulled away when he was done, running their tongue over their teeth languidly, looking as pleased as a cat with a canary. There was a sheen of blue over the sharp teeth that was wiped away with the dexterous tongue, the two looking up at him almost expectantly. Lunar's breath caught slightly, and then he huffed a laugh, pulling them up and kissing them openly, tasting himself on their tongue. They melted into the kiss, surprised, mewling when he pulled away eventually, chest heaving with synthetic breaths. 

"Did we do good?" Blood asked, fans running loudly as they straddled Lunar's lap, the smaller bot's hands on their hips.

Lunar's hands rubbed on Bloodmoon's hips comfortingly, humming as the two asked their question. Do they want to be praised? Hm. . . might as well test the waters right here and then. "Yes, you two did good. Better than what I'd expect, even."

Hands slowly slid to their back, rubbing it, sort of petting them in a way. They purred softly, melting into Lunar's chest. "Good boys we are—”

"GOOD GOOD GOOD!" The two said to each other, smiling, feeling rather content with their work—being good, pleasing Lunar, and making him feel good as much as they did.

"Haha! Yeah, good. You behaved, and you two helped out. I'll say you're both good boys."

The praise made the two feel warmer. It was so pleasant to them that they couldn't help but giggle. Good boys— good boys.

After a while, he glanced at the clock, eyes widening in alarm. "Shit." He muttered, pushing himself up. The twins whine at the unwanted movement, looking at him with confusion. "It's already six." Lunar explained, looking around for his pants. Finding them at the end of the bed, he gently rolled the twins off him, sliding them up his legs. "Where are your pants?" He asked the twins, glancing around the room. 

They thought about it for a second, then scrambled off to the bathroom to retrieve them from where they had been left in a pile on the ground. 

"Do you need help???" Lunar called after them, hearing something (or maybe someone) fall with a snarled swear. 

"No!" They snapped, fighting the fabric with a huff. 

Lunar snorted, walking over and turning them around. "You had them upside down." They flushed, embarrassed, and begrudgingly let him help them with the accursed material. Lunar looked them up and down and nodded to himself. "That'll work." He muttered, pulling them out of the bathroom. They spluttered at being tugged towards the door, whining softly.

They were quick to snatch their hand away when Lunar opened the door, "Don't pull." They hissed at him, rubbing their wrist with the other hand. 

Lunar just rolled his eyes, "Oh look, he's here already." He pointed out to the twins, Sun closing the door to the smaller daycare behind him, facing away. 

They dropped to all fours, loping over and tackling the poor solar bot, to his dismay. Sun shrieked in surprise, caught off balance and landing on his ass. The twins cackled in his lap, and even Lunar snorted softly, jogging over to them. Sun huffed, "That wasn't very nice, Bloodmoon." He scolded without heat, but they didn't seem to mind much. 

"Sunman!" They chirped, clawed fingers gripping his shirt loosely. It took him a second to realize they were kneading at him, and he winced at the pricks of claws against sensitive casing.

Sun sighed as the twins kneaded him, reminiscent of how his cats behaved, and he didn't really mind it. Eventually, the twins climbed onto Sun's back, hopping from his shoulders to settle on them, piggybacking on Sun. . .  they were so clingy.

Lunar snickered.

"I hope they weren't giving you any trouble while I was gone? You know, because of earlier-"

"No, we're alright. We were just chilling the majority of the time. Don't you worry your silly head about it," Lunar reassured, patting his brother’s arm sympathetically. "Hope work today wasn't too harsh on you though?" 

"Ha, you'd hope. . . " Sun held onto Bloodmoon's legs to ensure he wouldn't fall while on his shoulders, his thumbs rubbing on his thighs comfortingly, resulting in the beast purring. "Remember that lady I told you about earlier?"

"Mhm? What about her?"

"Moon tried to handle the situation, right? He almost started a fight with that lady—throwing hands at her. Thank FUCK I was there before it could even start."

Lunar whistled. "Hooo boy. Fazbear's gonna bite you two in the ass later. . .  Is she planning to sue you or something?"

"Yeah, but that's not my problem—it's the Fazbear company's problem, and I could really care less right now," Sun replied dismissively. The twins' hands played with Sun's rays as they spoke, their eyes fixed on the golden rays—they were shiny. "Anyways, Lunar, thank you so much for looking after them. . .  I'll be heading to rest in my room now. . .  it's been such a long day," Sun announced tiredly.

"Sure man, you look terrible, you could use it," Lunar teased, which made Sun playfully punch his shoulder before getting up to leave with his little beasties.

"Room?"

"You promised us something, Sunman."

"The ice of creams!"

Sun groaned at the reminder, “Let me get changed first, these clothes are filthy. And I’m pretty sure a kid got glitter on my back. . . Again.”

“And then the creamed ice?” Harvest asked eagerly.

Sun pretended to hum in thought. “I don’t know, were you good today?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Very good!”

“Lunar said we are good boys!”

Sun snorted, “Well, if Lunar said so then it must be true, right?” He couldn’t see their grin, but he could feel how their purrs intensified. “I guess in that case I’ve no choice but to fulfill my end of the deal.” Ice cream did sound nice, actually, he thought walking into the lobby of the daycare and over to the teleporter. 

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He set them down on the bed when he reached the room, kicking the door closed with a foot as he walked by it to the closet. Marker and paint-stained clothes were tossed to the side in a pile while the twins chittered at the cats. He found a looser more comfortable shirt than the work attire and jeans. “Alright, let’s go.” He said, turning to the twins then flushed at how intensely they were staring at him. “What?”

“Pretty.” Blood said.

“Pretty sunman.” Harvest agreed.

What was with the sudden compliment? Plus, why did they find him pretty when he was just wearing a pink shirt and some jeans? he snickered.

"HAH- uh, thanks?"

The twins smiled, then proceeded to bounce off the bed, pouncing to hug Sun's leg. The beasties looked at him.

"Are you done dressing up yet?"

"We want to hang out now"

"Hurry hurry!"

"Now! Now!"

"Okay okay. Get off me then, let's go get some ice cream. I could really use some right now too," Sun replied, ushering them to leave his shoulders and head towards the door. The twins didn't. Instead, they climbed up to Sun, now perching back up on his shoulders—they liked the height and the view up there. Sun sighed and just let them have this. He turned around and made for the door, now walking to the halls. "So, how did you and Lunar get along?"

The twins leaned forward, trying to look into Sun's eyes before replying. "The smaller one made us relax!"

"Very much so."

"And it tickled!"

"And it felt nice," the twins told Sun.

"Oh? And what is this relaxation technique my brother taught you?"

"We will show you."

"First, he did his lips like this."

"And then he did this." Bloodmoon puckered his lips before kissing Sun on the forehead, the brow of his nose, and then his forehead again. That made Sun squeak in surprise, earning a blush. Sun thought—Lunar kissing them to calm them down?? Why was he kissing Bloodmoon to calm him down? Questions flooded the solar bot's mind. So much so that he stopped walking and just sorta froze. "Sunman?

"Sunnnnnn?" The twins poked his cheek, looking at him, quite concerned.

"Why- Hah- Wasn't expecting that-!"

"Is it bad?" The twins shrunk.

"No! Not at all! Hah, just uhm, caught me by surprise is all. You're alright—but why was he kissing you two in the first place?"

"Because we needed to relax!

"And Lunar helped us by kissing us

"So we could also feel nice.

"Yes, yes!"

Sun felt his processors whirring, starting to walk again. "Hey, can I see my phone?" He asked the two on his shoulders. They fished around in their pockets, leaning forward slightly and passing it down to him. He scrolled through, clicking on Lunar's contact. 

The twins tilted their head at him while he navigated the small glass rectangle, "Why don't you use the phone in your head?" They asked curiously.

"We don't use them unless it's an emergency. It's too easy to hack them. Monty kept getting hacked (a few times by Eclipse) and from there you can access the main software, and after that if you can get past the firewall, our AI. So far no one has had that happen, Fazbear firewalls are pretty strong after that one wave of glitches and viruses a few years ago. But if someone were to get past it, they could access the very thing that makes us. . . us. Delete our personalities, and install new ones. Destroy memories that are uploaded to the cloud. Or upload directives and protocols that are attached straight to our AI, which will make it dangerous to remove them. The best thing to do in that instance is to isolate the code because the results could be. . . crippling if we just cut them out. When Moon and I split, there was a similar issue. Our AIs aren't meant to be apart, they were extremely tangled together to the point that things we did while fronting individually would affect us while we were observing from our. . . oh fuck I'm rambling." He apologized quickly, flushing. 

They hummed lowly, trying to process all of the information. Finding their database lacking the information needed to fill in the gaps of what they didn't understand, they stuck the audio file away for a later date. Something told them it would be important later. "You are fine, Sunman."

"We enjoy-"

"Hearing your voice."

Sun blushed for a different reason, not answering that and pressing the call button instead, holding the phone to the side of his face. "Heyyyyyyyy Lunar." He started, nervous.

"Yo, what's up Sunny?" Lunar drawled, and Sun visibly cringed away from the phone as if he could smell the weed through it. 

"Uhm, I was just wondering uh. . . what um- did you-" Sun tried, not sure how to properly form the question he wanted to ask. 

"Did I fuck your little pet?" Lunar finished for him.

Sun flushed brightly, almost dropping the phone. "They're not a pet ." He hissed into the mic, scowling. 

"Uh-huh sure. Anyways, yeah. What about it?"

Sun groaned, Great . "Uhm. . . why?"

"They got themselves all worked up on accident and asked for help. You should fix their claws by the way. Also, teach them some fucking manners holy shit. Not everyone is as. . ." There was a pause and Sun could practically picture the way the younger animatronic would frown, rolling his wrist, searching for the words. "Accepting of that kind of indecency as we are."

Sun was more focused on the second sentence than the half-assed scolding from his doped-up friend. "What about their claws?"

"They can't uh. . . retract? Is that the- that's the word yeah. Retract them. Physically it looks fine? But uh, they said they scratched themselves? When I told them to go take care of their issue in the bathroom. Apparently, they can't get them to retract manually or something."

". . . right." Well, that was a problem. Another issue for the to-do list. He sighed, too tired to be agitated. Shameless . He thought to himself about the conversation, then rolled his eyes. As if he were one to talk. "I'll have Moon look at it."

"You really should teach them like. . . the basics? They don't seem to understand a ton about things like. . . well fuck. About hardly anything."

"I'm aware, Lunar. I gotta go, uhm. Thank you, for that information."

"No problem, Sunny. Let me know if you ever need a babysitter again." 

Sun could practically hear the coy smile and frowned. "They aren't a pet, Lunar." He reminded, put off by the implications. "And. . . I will."

Sunny hung up. Now he knows that Lunar actually fucked Bloodmoon. That was something he wished he didn't know because. . . now, he was quite curious about how it went. Bloodmoon had never experienced that before. . . Was it painful? Did they whine and cry?. . . Did he bleed? AH, SUNNY, CONCENTRATE. He shook those thoughts off, pocketing his phone. He decides to just. . . not ask Bloodmoon about it at all—nope.

"What were you and the small one talking about?" the twins leaned in, looking into Sun's eyes with his big red swirly ones, curious.

"Ah, nothing to worry about, Bloodmoon. Anyways! Let's go, hm? Get us that ice cream. . . I know a flavor you may or may not like," Sun said, holding onto their legs once more, massaging them as they walked to the halls. Sun's mind was fixated on that thought, despite trying so hard to steer away. He was curious, sue him. He wondered what it could have felt like if it was him who gave them their first. . . He snapped out of it when the twins saw the big Bonnie sign. Hopping down from Sun, they went and hopped down excitedly, crawling—running their way inside—Sun had to jog lightly to keep up.

"What are we getting again?"

"the creamed of ices, other, the creamed of ices!"

"Cream of ice!" The two, despite not knowing what the fuck that was, were still excited to get it—especially if Sun was going to get it too.

Sun snickered, coming to a stop behind them at the bar. "I have a funny feeling you have no idea what you're getting."

They shook their head, confirming Sun's hunch.

The daycare attendant snorted, patting a stool and watching them hop on it obediently, leaning over the counter to watch him as he slipped behind it. "What is the sunman doing?"

"I don't know, other."

"He has a spoon."

"A worthy weapon."

"But for what ?"

"For disemboweling, see?"

Sun resisted the urge to giggle as he listened to their hushed conversation, dropping a few scoops of strawberry into a bowl. He dug around for strawberry syrup as well, dousing the poor, sweet treat in it. 

"Bloody cream of ice?"

"It smells like sugar."

"Sweetness."

"Not as sweet as sunman."

"But sweet regardless."

He blushed, shooting them a glance with a raised brow. They, of course, didn't notice, their sole attention focused on the bowl in Sun's hands. Snorting, he turned back to his task, pulling out a second bowl and dropping a couple of scoops of plain vanilla. Walking back to the twins, he set both bowls down. "Wait." He instructed sternly, getting a slightly crazed giggle in answer. Good enough. 

A small rummage in the drawers and fridge later and he was walking back to the main area, latching the gate behind him. He set the spoons on the counter first, and then the jar with-

"What are those?"

"Pickled eyes?"

"Eyes aren't red, other."

"The moonman's are."

". . . good point."

Sun made a face, "Ew, no. They're cherries. They're sweet," He explained, opening the jar and pulling one out. "Say 'ah'."

The twins looked at him like he had gone mad, but complied. They were rewarded with Sun placing the cherry in their mouth, pulling back quickly when they playfully snapped at him. They giggled to themselves as Sun took a second to recover from the fright of possibly losing a few fingers, then bit down on the circular object. Sweetness burst into their mouth and they flinched at the intensity of it. 

Sun snorted, considering it karma of some sort. "It's good, yeah?" 

They nodded quickly, slender claws plucking out a second one quickly. Sun was about to scold them for being grabby when they pressed it against his lips, obviously wanting him to experience the same thing they were. He felt his faceplate heat up slightly with a flustered laugh, parting his lips enough to let the twins slip it in. 

"Thank you, Bloodmoon." He muttered, unaware of the small, stupid grin on his face.

The twins saw the stupid grin and decided this was confirmation that they should probably do it again to let the Sunman smile even more. Grabbing another, they pressed it into Sun's lips. This time they were also smiling foolishly. They liked seeing Sun happy, it made them feel warm and fluttery like when he smiled at them.

Sun got the gist. Oh, how silly they were. He humored them anyway, taking another bite of the sweet cherries offered."Okay, okay, that's enough! What we really want to do is place these sweet things into the ice cream, it'll taste so good—like this." Sun took the cherries, grabbed three, and placed each one carefully on top of the vanilla ice cream. He took the same number and placed them on the red, 'bloody' ice cream. "And Voilà! Ice cream!"

Sun leaned over the counter, getting the spoon and scooping a bite of the vanilla ice cream. The twins observed him, seeing him grabbing the spoon to feed himself. . . well. . . the twins grabbed the spoon somewhat like cave men. . . and stabbed the ice cream. . . it looked like stabbing someone!

"Heheh." Eventually, they scooped the ice cream to taste it for the first time. The sweetness of the ice cream was immaculate to them— what was this???

Seeing Bloodmoon's eyes dilate (he didn't know that was possible???) was proof that, yeah, they probably enjoyed it. Then Bloodmoon started to go ham, devouring the treat like there was no tomorrow. Sun guessed they really enjoyed the treat. Sun snorted when they stared at him expectantly, bowl empty. "You're gonna have such a bad sugar crash later." He teased, taking another bite of his own frozen treat. They just stared, pupils wide and dilated, claws flexing against the table. The daycare attendant started to laugh softly, snatching a couple of napkins and leaning forward, wiping away the mess on their face. "So ice cream is a yes then."

They nodded slowly, starting to giggle as well, a purr starting up somewhere deep in their motors and quickly spreading. They leaned against Sun's touch, licking his fingers. He made a face at this, but they seemed so happy and content, and he was sure his fingers tasted like cherries anyway. He lasted three seconds, and then he pulled his hand back, wiping it on his pants in slight disgust at the saliva-coated digits. The twins whined at the absence, and he raised a brow, snickering. "Come here." He offered, patting his lap. They almost fell off the stool with how fast they moved to fulfill that offer, and it tipped over the second their feet hit the ground, off-balanced with the sudden loss of weight. They didn't pay it any attention, already halfway up Sun's stool and perching themselves in his lap like an oversized cat, pressing their back against his chest and looping their arms around his. That also lasted three seconds, the twins writhing to turn around to face Sun, peppering his face with kisses. The solar animatronic laughed, caught off guard, defenseless against the onslaught of unexpected affection. "Bloodmoon calm down!" He managed, catching their face with his hands. "You." He said, pressing their foreheads together. Their giggles were infectious, and Sun knew he didn't look too intimidating with a stupid, goofy grin on his face. "Are too hyper." He finished in a mock-stern voice.

They just grinned wider, moving forward that extra couple of inches and pecking him on the lips. He spluttered, fluster lighting his face aglow as they cackled. "Ice creammmmm." They said, dragging out the word with a little giggle.

Sun shook his head slightly in disbelief, "Alright mister." He said, picking them up under the thighs and standing. "Bath time. And then bed. Sticky, messy, hyper goblin. That's what you are."

They purred louder, kneading their hands against his back, clinging to him without complaint. God, what was he? A cat? Sun chuckled at the action. Honestly, he didn't mind the affectionate duo—in a way he liked it. Huh. Odd liking affection from someone who almost fucking killed you. . . Sun's large hand slid onto the twins' ass to support them while he took out the dishes to the sink. The employees could handle that tomorrow, so he left them untouched, now walking over to the halls.

Bloodmoon felt really drowsy, and super full—and also super hyper at the same time. "Sunman," they whined.

"Why do we feel active?"

"Why do we feel sleepy?"

"At the same time?"

"We do not want to feel sleepy."

"Not yet." They told Sun, who knew what was happening—it was their sugar crash. Happens all the time with the kids in the daycare. He knew what to do to take care of them.

"That's a sugar crash, Blood, Harvest. You feel super sleepy, don't you?"

They groaned. They didn't want to be sleepy yet—they wanted to talk to Sun—hear him—

"I take that as a yes," he chuckled.

"But we don't want to be yet."

"We want to feel you."

"And to hold you"

"Not sleep "

"And miss it." They whined again. They were trying so hard to fight off their drowsy nature. Stars, Sun really could compare them to toddlers.

"Don't fight, Blood—it's okay, go ahead and sleep if you want."

"NO."

Much to Sun's surprise and bemusement, they stayed awake the entire walk back to the daycare, fighting droopy eyes and sharp-toothed yawns back the whole time. "Sleepy bloody," Sun cooed, prying him off from around him like a koala. A very snuggly koala.  They whined, trying to bury into him again, only to be pulled off by gentle hands. "Bath time bloody." The daycare animatronic sing-songed, walking him into the bathroom. "You're all sticky and messy. Bath time."

Sun realized that he was talking to Bloodmoon like he would one of the sunlights during nap time when they were tired and clingy and grumpy, but he couldn't. . . help it when they looked at him just as grumpy and tired. He snickered slightly, leaning over the tub and turning the water on, plugging it up when it was a decent temperature (cool to him, but hopefully warm enough for the twins). They whined again as he removed the hoodie, grabbing for it weakly. "It needs to be washed." Sun chided softly, setting it on the counter. "You can borrow another one."

That seemed to sedate them, at least they stopped trying to take it back. They shivered when he helped them remove the sweats, hands hot against cold casing, and pressed back against him, shivering. "Cold." They whined, and. . . they were unusually cold actually yeah. Sun frowned, pulling them back and feeling their forehead, also cold. Could it be the nanos struggling to regulate his body temperature after more or less eating ice. . . ? Another thing to ask Moon about, he supposed. For now, he just grabbed the twin's hands, leading them over to the tub and helping them in. He straightened, stretching, wanting to have a bit of time in the peace and quiet while the twins soaked up the warmth, but they made a pitiful keening sound when he moved to the door.

He sighed, familiar enough with that specific sound by now to know exactly what they wanted. "Alright, I'm not going anywhere." He relented, leaning against the wall and staring at his own reflection. They whimpered again, and he rolled his eyes, slowly tilting his head to stare back at them. "What?"

Odd how the pain was delayed—they must have ignored it when Sun arrived—and when they went for the ice cream. . . they were so distracted that they didn't realize the stinging pains down there until now. They looked at Sun with a look—a look that made him go back to the tub to check up on them—huh. . . well, that was no shocker.

"Goddamn—hoooo okay." Seeing the little splotches of red in the tub spooked Sun a bit, but he supposed that was expected—with the context of. . . what they did earlier. "Aw. . . I'll— I'll take care of you, alright? It may sting a little bit because of the soap, but it'll be alright," the attendant said, trying to comfort the smaller animatronic, long hands rubbing his back. They melted into the touch - they were okay. Sun was gonna take care of them.

Sun helped them get cleaned—washing them down gently, especially their intimate areas—the two winced, spreading their legs, trying not to pull away. Sun was taking care of it. They trusted him. "There we go," he cooed, rinsing them with the flowing water.

"Does it always hurt?"

"Why do we bleed?"

"Is it like that for. . . others?"

As Sun started to drain the tub and went to reach out for a towel, he replied. "For some, it does, with their first time, and for some, it doesn't—it really depends on the person, Bloodmoon. I- I don't know why it happened to you , I didn't realize you could bleed."

"Why do we have to be one of those people?" the two whined, more focused on the first part of Sun's words. Sun huffed with slight amusement. He pulled the twins away from the tub, wrapping them with the towel before carrying them once more, then setting them on the bed so he could find some clothes for them. Sun found a long shirt that could work as a nightgown. It was long enough to cover them and that's all that mattered.

“I don’t know, Bloodmoon.” He replied, pulling the shirt over them. “Bad luck, I suppose. It’ll feel better by morning.” He promised, scooting them over to their makeshift blanket nest from last night.  He supposed he should be glad in a way that Lunar was their first. Now they know what to expect- not- not that he was planning to use them sexually. That was a one-time thing , he reminded himself, pulling a few thick, heavy blankets over them.

They watched as he walked to the door, confused. “Where are you going?”

Sun paused, hand on the door, “I normally sleep on the couch.”

They whined, making grabby hands towards him. Needy, clingy things. “Stay?”

“Please stay?”

“You’re warm.”

Sun thought sleeping with them would be a one-time thing, but apparently not. The twins were looking at him, pupils dilated . Stars, why were they kind of cute like this?  Sun sighed, how could he say no? After all, they did good and he didn't mind. "Okay. Just for this night—one more night and that's it—"

The twins smiled, seeing Sun come closer. Upon reach, the two grabbed Sun, pulling him close to a hug, wrapping their legs around his waist, arms around him, and nuzzling against his chest. Sun. . . sighed, melting into the hug himself. How could he not? He hugged them back and buried himself into the makeshift nest one hand on top of their head, the other rubbing the twins' back. The beast purred, feeling relaxed, before drifting to sleep.

Chapter Text

The next morning, the twins found themselves beside Sun, who was still sleeping. They stared at his face—eyes shining, almost admiring his peaceful state. The two had a conversation in the mindscape.

He is pretty, isn't he, other?

Very pretty.

Prettier than Moon.

Lunar.

And Earth.

Yes, yes.

Solar?

They look the same.

But Sun is prettier.

The two conversed silently, still staring at Sun until they felt something shifting on his thigh. Curious, the twins looked underneath the blankets, sniffing the air a bit. Was Sun aroused? In his sleep?

Look, other.

Sunny's worm has come out.

To play?

To play.

How?

Their knee moved, creating a little friction on the clothed member. Sun whined softly but didn’t wake up.  They flushed, recalling the implications of such a position. The heat and pleasure that accompanied these things. 

Should we help him, other?

Yes, yes let's. He would assist us.

Coming to an agreement, clawed fingers tried to undo Sun's pants buttons, but gave up and just sliced the fabric off him. They greedily took in the sight of the golden appendage writhing loosely, searching for stimulation now that it was free from the tight denim. Remembering their own experience with their claws, they wisely decided against touching it with their fingers, rubbing the base of it curiously with the palm of their hand. It wrapped around their wrist tightly, pulsing and curling around the cool casing. They giggled softly, "Hello little worm."

"Bigger than Lunar's it is," Harvest noted, shuddering at the hot lubricant it coated their wrist with. 

"Yes, much bigger."

"Oh look other, the sunman also has a hole like ours."

"Wet and dripping it is."

"Do you think he's as sweet down there as he is from his writhing worm?"

"Perhaps, shall we have a taste?"

"Yes, yes, let us see if he truly is as sweet."

They glanced up at Sun to see if he was still sleeping, surprised that he was (not that it would have changed anything), and nudged his thighs apart with their free hand. "The worm does not wish to release us." Blood noted as Harvest recalled how Lunar had eaten them out the day prior. 

"That's alright other, we do not need our hands for this." Harvest assured his twin, experimentally pressing their tongue flat against the golden folds. Sun shuddered under them, a shaky breathy moan escaping.

Their free hand was gentle, palm rubbing at the base of Sun’s cock and fingers playing with the tip as their tongue went to work. It lapped and pressed against the folds before working its way inside of Sun. The long, dexterous tongue dragged itself against Sun's walls—slowly thrusting itself in and out, trying to find what made Sun feel more pleasurable.

Sun’s breath hitched as what was probably a wet dream melted into reality. The closer he was coaxed to waking up the more confused he felt. What was this feeling so early in the morning? He slowly shifted awake, optics flickering on and blinking at the large lump under the blanket. Lifting the edge of the blanket his fans kicked on, "Hmnn. . . B-Bloodmoon?"

Slowly sliding their tongue out of his hole (only to drag it on the animatronic's long, slimy worm) before retracting it back to their throat. The twins smiled at Sun when he was awake. " Sunny ," The two voices cooed his name. "Good morning-”

"Morning!”

"We saw you were aroused-”

"While asleep-”

"And we wanted to help.”

"Help."

Sun's entire glow feature clicked on, fans dialing up to their highest setting as heat rushed through his wires. "O-Oh."

They tilted their head at him slightly, waiting to see if he'd continue. The daycare attendant glanced at his notifications, then the clock, then just laid his head back against the pillow. He was too tired to deal with- with whatever this was. "Okay." He mumbled, closing his eyes again.

That was good enough for the twins, who curled their tongue into the solar animatronic, greedily lapping at the sweetened lubricant that leaked freely from the hole. Sun moaned softly, slowly actually waking up under the gentle pleasure. 

Since he was awake, he decided to organize his to-do list. The daycare was closed because it was Saturday, so they'd actually have time to do things that needed to be done. 

- Measure their sizes so we can order new clothes

- Buy more cat food

- We're out of coffee

- Laundry

- Sanitize room while they're washing

He groaned at the list, he really needed to go to the store. Maybe they could do that today? They had time. Except the twins can't risk leaving the Plex because KC and Eclipse are gonna be on the lookout. But it's the daytime, so it should be fine. . . 

He was pulled out of his thoughts as the twins hit something good in him, and he yelped, fingers clenching the sheets. "Oh fuck-" He gasped, tensing as they purposefully hit it again. And then again, milking the sensitive spot inside him until his climax spilled over. They licked that up too, then pressed kisses up his stomach until they were curled against him again, purring.

"Good morning Sunny." They repeated now that he was fully awake, grinning. 

"G-Good morning." Sun stuttered out, chest heaving with manual breaths to force his system to cool off faster, fans running at their highest speed.

They cooed at him, making him feel further flushed, pressing kisses against his faceplate until they reached his lips. He let them in automatically, shivering at their cool tongue against his own. They purred, kneading into the blankets as they licked into him exploratively. 

Eventually, they pulled away, looking down at their prize golden and heated. “He is rather pretty, isn’t he?”

“Like the sunrise itself.”

“Shining.”

“Radiant.”

Sun spluttered with a nervous laugh, “I don’t know about that.” He mumbled, feeling embarrassed and overwhelmed. They frowned, about to argue, but he smiled brightly at them, changing the subject. “How do you two feel about going shopping?”

Shopping? What was that again? They looked at Sun a bit puzzled at the question, luckily Sun caught on.

"You know, going to a store. Buying things."

Ah, shopping. Usually, Eclipse would have dragged them to buy new clothes or parts. Places like Costco and Walmart for discounted items. The two audibly groaned, which was, in a way, funny to Sun. Who knew two serial killers would hate something so mundane?

"Boring.”

"Aisles and aisles of useless things”

"Consumerism.”

"Too much, too much."

Sun chuckled at the big word Bloody had sputtered. Funny how they know the meaning of that but not, well. . . Before Sun could say anything else, Harvest would butt in.

"But if it means to be with you—”

"Fine."

"What do you plan on buying-”

"Sunman?"

He hummed, hands sneaking to their back, rubbing his palm against it, making the two purr in his grasp. . . So they were willing to go with them if he was there, huh? Sun couldn't help but feel flushed again. They really were attached to him, weren’t they?  "Hmm, not much, just some laundry detergents, cat food, coffee. . .and. . . " He tilted his head at Bloodmoon. "Clothes. Clothes while we're at it."

That seems like a long, long list. A tiring list. . .

"Fine.”

"We will come."

Sun smiled down at them warmly, making their fans kick and stutter for reasons unknown to them. "I'm glad you're being so agreeable." He said sincerely, running his fingers down their back in a way that made them shiver slightly. The solar bot rolled out from under them, leaving them floundering with the bubbly, floaty emotions. 

This is when Sun realized the fate of his pants, and he sighed softly, peeling off the tattered fabric and tossing it in the trashcan by the door. He would have to talk to the twins about that, they couldn't just destroy things that they perceived to be in the way. Later , he thought to himself, shoving on a clean pair from the closet. He could feel their eyes on him and did his best to ignore it. It was something he'd just have to get used to, he guessed. 

They had surprised him these past couple of days. To the point that he suspected Moon didn't do as he said he would and leave their code alone. Sanguinary Directive , he mused silently, pulling a hoodie over his head, retracting his rays halfway. Is that why they've been so domestic? But there's no way that it's removed, they're still bloodthirsty. They're just behaving. They said they could finally think as if their mind was too cluttered to do anything but what they were told to. They're learning a lot about the world and themselves, and they're being very obedient, so I suppose I shouldn't complain. . . ? But it isn't right to just tamper with an animatronic's code without their permission. But would they have even let us? They wouldn't have even understood the implications most likely and said no. . . so maybe it's better that whatever Moon did he did without telling them? I just wish he had told me. . .

Clawed fingers tugged at his wrist, and he realized he had been staring at the closet for a good minute. Concerned mismatched eyes stared up at him, and he felt heat course through his systems, a fluttering tingling sensation in his wires. "Is the sunman okay?"

"You have been muttering."

"And staring."

Sun laughed nervously, patting the top of their head absently, "Just a lot of things to do today," He lied, pulling out a hoodie for them as well. "Go ahead and get dressed, I can help if you need it."

The twins blinked at Sun. Does he usually stare at walls blankly, absently when he thinks? That is weird. . .then again, they sorta do that too when talking to each other. . . For now, they let this slide, not thinking much about it. Letting go of Sun's leg, the two ran over to the discarded pants Lunar gave them and grabbed them. They scampered back to Sun, showing him the pants, shamelessly admitting they still don't get how to dress themselves.

Sun helped them get dressed: pants up, and a change of shirt for something much shorter so they wouldn't trip themselves. Smiling at his work, he dusted his hands before standing up, and stretching a bit. "Ah, there we go! Let's go, shall we? The store is only a couple of blocks away so we'll walk over there."

Bloodmoon nodded. Walking wouldn't be too bad, and going outside would also be. . . well, nice. It's been a few days after all, and they could use some sunlight.

Walking out to their room, to the halls, Sun's mind began to wander once more. Why couldn't Moon have just told him he did it? Why lie to him? It wouldn't really benefit anyone—and most of all, it would be risky. What if Bloodmoon found out and got pissed? Now that definitely would be bad. Sun's thoughts were stopped when Bloodmoon grabbed his hand—stopping him from bumping into the glass entrance of the plex.

"Sunman?”

"Your head's in the clouds.”

"What are you thinking about?”

"you almost hit your head-”

"Your pancake head."

Sun blinked, "So-sorry about that haha. . taking care of the kids yesterday really tired me out." He was lying, but the twins didn't need to know that.

"Why don’t you rest?” 

"Go back to sleep?” 

"Power off?"

Sun shook his head. "Chores must be finished! Or I might regret not doing them later. I'll be fine." The twins squinted at Sun, which earned them a nervous chuckle.

Sun used distraction.

The solar animatronic laced his fingers with Bloodmoon's, palms pressed together as he smiled down at them before opening the doors to the plex. They blushed and giggled, following him happily, muttering about hand-holding and their Sun. 

It was very effective.

He snickered to himself as the twins rambled to themselves quietly, under the assumption that he either wasn't listening or couldn't hear their stage whispers. A couple of blocks down was their first shop, the most important one by far. The general store. They'd have to make a trip back to the plex before they could swing by a clothes store, thankfully they only needed a few things. 

"Come along, Bloodmoon." He said, pulling them through the doors. They scowled at the tug but refused to let go of his hand so they settled with the fate reluctantly. Like Sun promised, they didn't take very long, just grabbing a couple of cans of the coffee Moon liked and a box of tea bags for himself on top of a small bag of cat food and a bottle of detergent. "The plex technically has detergent, but the chemicals make Moon sneeze, so we just buy our own." He explained, checking out the items at the self-checkout stand. 

This damn store never had anyone in it, but somehow things were stocked and registers emptied every night. One time Sun had joked about it being haunted, only for Moon to pin him with a stare and tell him there was no such thing as ghosts. The severity of the nighttime attendant's tone had shaken him, and he didn't joke about ghosts again after that. He supposed that if anyone knew, it would be Moon considering he and the devil were buddy-buddy. 

Back to the plex to drop off the purchases, and then once again outside. The twins didn't seem to mind all the walking, which was a nice refresher since Lunar and Moon complained every time he took them shopping. In fact, quite the opposite, they were quite energetic, bouncing in place when they had to stop, tugging Sun to look at a random detail that he wouldn't have noticed otherwise. After the third time he had to stop so they could rant about the specific species of bird they saw on a telephone wire he rolled his eyes playfully and walked them out of their current route towards the park. They had all day to go clothes shopping, they could afford a couple of hours letting the twins run around the lightly wooded area.

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Running free, they dashed on all fours, zooming from one tree to another. They rolled around the grass happily as they played and let off some steam. If there had been anyone nearby they would have heard them giggling amongst themselves.

Sun sat on a nearby bench, watching the twins let loose and indulge in their zooming session. The twins called Sun out to show him some ‘epic’ trick. Sun watched them and they did a backflip for him. Stars, it was just like how those kids in the daycare would show him cool tricks or drawings. . . except this time it was Bloodmoon. Amused by the twins, Sun smiled, clapping at their trick. The twins playfully bowed at the Sun animatronic. "Nice one, Bloodmoon!"

Then, the twins would resume whatever it was they were doing. However, this time they saw two people, and what were they doing? Playing catch? The twins stared, looking at the ball that was passed back and forth between them.

The twins continued to look around, seeing a lot of people playing together. Catch, badminton—it all looked relatively enjoyable. . . and then they got interested in one human and a dog. The human was throwing a stick while the dog ran to it, jumped, and caught it, before bringing it back to its owner. Wanting to copy, the twins skittered away, hunting for a stick, a perfect stick for throwing, and eventually, they found one. Biting it, they carried it to Sun, dropping the stick in his lap.

Sun raised a brow.

"We want to do what they were doing."

"They look fun—"

"They look happy."

Sun giggled and obliged. How could he say no to a simple game of catch with the twins? He threw the stick quite far and, to the twins' delight, they ran to it. Then. . .they JUMPED! Catching the stick with their mouths before running back to Sun.

Sun supposed it was a good use of their energy. They had been quite restless the past couple of days cooped up indoors, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves. Maybe. . . once Eclipse and Killcode stop stalking around the Plex at night, he can take them out here or even the actual forest a few hours out of city limits. They would probably enjoy it, he thought as he threw the stick again. Plenty of sticks in the woods. And small animals if they wanted to do some hunting of their own. 

They returned once again, victorious, padding over to Sun as proud as a poodle. He snorted at the mental imagery of a fluffed-up Bloodmoon, tail high in the air elegantly. "Good job." He praised, taking the stick from them to throw it again. This time his aim was slightly off and the wind caught it, smacking it into the stream. He winced in sympathy as the twins stared at the water, then yelped as they jumped in after it. "Bloodmoon no!"

By the time Sun was across the park to the riverbed they were already laying in the grass, gnawing absently at the waterlogged branch. Their clothes were muddy and wet, and Sun huffed with irritation. "You could have gotten a new stick." He complained, plopping down a few feet away from them. They took that as an invitation to climb onto his lap, dragging the stick behind them, much to the attendant's dismay and protests, trying to shove them off before giving up realizing this was now his fate.

He accepted said fate. Bloodmoon hopped onto his lap, sitting down, legs and arms wrapped around him. They looked up at the attendant, smiling, stick in mouth, looking proud of themselves for getting the stick. A long, long sigh came out of Sun's chest. At least they were going to do some laundry today so all of these could go straight to the laundry, thank God.

" ee caugg ga skick!"

"Ee swang"

"CAUGG!" They said, stick in mouth. Sun took the stick and put it to the side, chiding the two gently.

"I see that—and now you two are all muddy and dirty. I have to take you to shower again."

The twins didn't mind that at all—that just meant Sun would take care of them again—they giggled. "Not that we mind-” 

“Knowing you will be with us-” 

“Taking care of it.”

Again with those kinds of words: Knowing you'll be with us. They continue to be affectionate and clingy. Seeing Sun being flustered, the twins leaned into Sun, kissing his lips a couple of times before nuzzling his flat nose with Sun's.

"Quiet, quiet are we?” 

“Why so silent, Sunnnyyy?" The two playfully teased Sun. They were in a good mood.

The solar animatronic flushed. "You two are gonna be the death of me," He complained, mouth quirked in amusement at the irony of that statement. "One way or another," He added softly, stroking their back as the actual sun dried them. Once he deemed them dry enough to finish running errands, he stood, dusting first himself and then the twins off from any visible dirt. "We need to go get you two new clothes, you can't be running around looking like a feral cat all the time." He teased when they complained.

A short walk later they were at the clothing store, slipping inside and past the clerk who barely glanced up at them. A few stores weren't very friendly towards the local animatronics, but the staff here never seemed to mind. Sun had a hunch that they weren't paid enough to care.

Back to the dressing room, where he managed to snag a roll of fabric measurement tape, he pushed the twins into the fitting area, closing the door behind them. "I need to measure you." He explains, having them tug the hoodie off. "So we know approximately what size of clothes you need, I'm gonna try to get something that will fit both of you so you don't have to change when you switch out."

The store was bursting with colors—different sizes of clothes, different colors, shapes, accessories—goodness, there were so many things in here. Their focus was mostly on the area around them until Sun pushed them into the dim dressing rooms.

They looked around the dressing room. From Sun to the chair, to the mirror that held their reflection. They stared at themselves for a good moment before looking back up to Sun, who was already taking measurements of the current body, which was Blood's. Sun was taking mental notes of the size in his head. "Ah, almost like Lunar's—gotcha gotcha—uhm, Harvest, can you come out too, please?"

And then goes the change of body—a slight height difference—and how different it looks. . .

"Hello, Harvest."

"Hellooo, Sunman."

"Let me take your measurements."

And so he did the same. He was slightly taller than his other half, but the height difference wouldn't be too bad when they switched. Sun already had taken mental notes on what kind of clothes they could wear without it being too much trouble.

"Okay, I'm gonna go out and pick some clothes out for you two if you'd like Unless you want to pick them yourselves?"

Personally, the twins had zero sense of fashion taste, and both weren't too interested in picking what clothes to wear. They only wanted to wear said clothes because everyone around them kept saying they were indecent. Humming, they shook their heads.

"Whatever you choose.” 

“I'm sure it will be fine.” 

“We don’t really care.”

“We trust your judgment."

Huh. . . they trust him, huh? Well. . . okay. "Oookay then, I'll get you two something. Do you want to come with me or stay here?" The twins thought about it for a second. . . they wanted to stay here in the calm for a second. The lights and the colors in the store were quite overwhelming. "If you two want to stay in here for a second, I won't be gone for too long!"

"Okay then.” 

“We want to stay here.” 

“The lights-” 

“The colors-”

“Are too much to handle.” 

“But don't stay out long."

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Sun was honestly enjoying himself, picking out clothes that may or may not fit the twins' aesthetics. He picked out dark reds, crimson. Shirts, pants, dresses, and skirts - just in case they would like to experiment. Who knew, maybe the twins did have some taste they didn't know about yet?

Sun couldn't help himself. The attendant even went ahead and placed some hats Bloodmoon would like—beanies, caps, bucket hats. Nighttime models always loved hats, didn’t they? So might as well add that to the basket.

He took a minute to look at the filled baskets. He was holding about two on each arm. Hah. . .  at this point, he was buying Bloodmoon an ENTIRE closet, which shouldn't be too bad, right? Yeah, it won't be too bad.

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The twins entertained themselves with conversation, staring at the mirror as if to replicate what it was like to be separate again. A red hand touched the glassy surface lightly, leaning against it. "Do you think we should take up the sunman's offer to split us into new bodies entirely?" Harvest asked after a beat of silence, pressed against the cool surface.

"But I enjoy being one."

"I know, but I miss being able to touch you. Hold you."

"Code is not the same-"

"As physical touch." They both sighed, dragging their gaze from the mirror to the ceiling. 

"I don't want to be apart from you permanently."

"I'll always be right here."

"It won't be the same."

". . . new things aren't always bad things." 

Blood was quiet at that, mulling over the words. "But we won't be able to fuse. Be one. Be together."

"I know."

"I'd rather wait for them to fix the nanos."

"What if they can't?"  Harvest asked, anxiety showing in his voice. "What if they can't and we're stuck like this? What if there's no other option?"

"I'd rather be together than apart."

"I. . ." Harvest sighed, feeling his other's code wrap around his, comforting and stifling. "I long for your hands, rather than code. It's merely a whisper in our minds, nothing like it used to be."

"I. . .  do too, but. . .  what if they do something to us, dear other? At least by being here, I could protect you, us—immediately."

Mismatched eyes looked at the mirror, scanning their face.

"But the things we can do, together."

They stared at their reflection for a while, lost in thought—running over the cons, and the pros of having a separate body. There were many opportunities to have their own, but they both worried if they were separated. What if one of them were kidnapped? Or harmed? And the other wasn't there to help? Or what if Blood needed Harvest to come up with plans and he wasn't there? Or what if Harvest needed Blood for his skills?

The two sighed.

"Blooooodmooon!" A sing-songy voice chirped from the entrance of the dressing room. Sun slipped inside, smiling.

They startled, head snapping towards the door, already snarling and baring their teeth on instinct. Sun raised his hands defensively, and they blinked, relaxing. "It's just you." They muttered to themselves, sitting back on the bench complacently. 

Sun tried his best to smile despite the adrenaline pumping through his systems. At times he forgot he was dealing with the equivalent of a domesticated wolf. He walked over to them, perhaps a tad slower than normal, and presented the baskets. "Clothes!" 

They glanced up at him, then snorted. "Whoo-hoo." They cheered sarcastically, prodding at the basket curiously. 

Sun wasn't put off by their disinterest, more interested in getting them to the front so they could check out and go home. "Yes yes, 'whoo-hoo'. Now come out we have to go pay."

The twins muttered about 'capitalistic bastard economies' as they trailed after the sunny animatronic, waiting impatiently as he paid for the several bags of clothes, handing them a couple with a cheery smile. At least he was enjoying himself. 

Back outside the actual sun was starting to set. The attendant glanced at his namesake with a worried frown, glancing at the time. They still had half an hour to get back to the Plex before it closed, so they shouldn't come across any issue-

"No no no!" Both twins hissed, pulling Sun into a nearby alley. Sun just barely caught the sight of a set of dark rays turning towards them across the street before he was pulled back.

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Sun swore internally, turning to face the twins who were placing themselves in front of him defensively. Did. . . they plan to defend him? While the thought was sweet, it wasn't necessary in Sun's opinion. He knew that Eclipse probably wouldn't attack him. However, he couldn’t say the same for the twins. And what of Eclipse?

His mind churned and spun. He had agreed to the twins being allowed to tear Eclipse limb from limb if they so desired, but was he actually okay with that? Thoughts flickered in his mind, half-formed and conflicting. Maybe he was okay with Eclipse dying, a small part of him whispered. The rest of his mind recoiled at the thought, shame curling ugly and dark.

The twins were on high alert, eyes scanning their environment, listening for any approaching footsteps as they pulled Sun further back into the alley. Blood could feel panic rising within him. What was Eclipse planning? Dragging them back? Harming them again? He didn't want any of that, especially not dragging his brother Harvest into it.

"What should we do? Where should we go?" Bloody inquired, while Harvest thought fast, not wanting to go anywhere near Eclipse. They wanted more than anything to dash out there and tear the dark sun apart limb from limb but. . . Sun. Sun was their first priority. Without a second thought, the red animatronic grabbed Sun's wrist, pulling the taller one along, in an attempt to take them to perceived safety.

Sun barely kept pace with the twins, stumbling a few steps before they reached a safe distance, leaning against the wall now, dead silent.

However, the twins could still sense him close. "He's close, Sunman.” 

“We better be careful.” 

“Quiet."

Sun tried to think—where were they? Was there a shortcut he could use? God, he shouldn't have left the place late. If it weren't for him, they wouldn't be out here and risking the twins' safety. This was all his fault!

The twins heard clicking, turning gears grow closer. They grabbed Sun's wrist tighter, and Sun had an idea. He wasn't the target in the bigger picture, it was Bloodmoon. With quick thinking, the animatronic put him in a trashcan, surprising the two.

"But—"

Sun closed the lid before they could argue. He needed to hide them.

A few seconds passed, enough time for Sun to collect his bags and collect himself slightly. For once he was glad that he didn't have visible pupils, just white on a slightly different shade of white. Off-putting to some, but helpful in keeping his emotions hidden. He flicked his emotes off, his smile fixed in place.  The dark sun turned the corner of the alley, grin sharpening, " Sunny ." He purred, spreading his hands to show they were empty, not that it meant much when Killcode or Flare could be around the corner.

Sun felt his fans kick up slightly at the coy tone, silky and dark and enticing. "Eclipse." He said dryly, taking a step back when the dark bot got too close. 

His counterpart chuckled, unfazed. "Afraid are we?" He asked, folding his hands behind his back. "Where's your brother? I could have sworn I saw him lurking around."

Moon? Wandering around? It was possible, was he nearby? Maybe Sun could call- he dismissed the thought. He could handle this on his own. . . he was pretty sure. "I wouldn't know. Can I help you, Eclipse?" He flinched when the other stepped towards him, dark hands finding his waist.

" Sunny ~ Sun. Sunlight, Sunflower. Why so cold? So cruel? I thought that being calloused was my job?" Eclipse said, trailing his fingers up his lighter counterpart's frame. 

Sun stared back, unamused. "Perhaps that's because you're a massive toxic prick? That I don't want back in my life? But you keep coming back like a famine. Are you that starved for attention, Eclipse?" He pushed the other away gently, crossing his arms. 

Eclipse snarled at him, before cooling his expression. Sun could practically feel the heat rolling off him, " Sunrise . You know why I keep coming back. You need me just as much as I need you. We're co-dependent of each other. You're just too stubborn to admit it." Dark fingers caressed his face, gentle and soft with the touch, adoring. Sun shivered, he both craved and hated it. "Just a few weeks ago you were in my bed, after 'writing me off' for the 58th time. You can't get away from me Sunny, you need me." His voice carried a ragged edge of desperation, snatching Sun's wrist tightly. Sun flinched and he let go, tone softening, "And I need you. I love you, my Sunflower. My Sunlight."

Sun took a step back, Why is my luck this bad? "You don't love me, you're lying to both me and yourself. You're obsessed, that's not love." Sun rubbed his wrist if only to get the feeling of hot hands off of it. "Don't you have to scramble back to your daddy?" 

Eclipse's gaze darkened, white-gold pupils shrinking to pinpricks. "You're a useless slut, no one cares about you, no one loves you except for me. I'm the only one who would notice if you went missing." He took a breath, hands shaking, and let it out. "They wouldn't care, Sun." He said, voice sugar-sweet again. "They wouldn't care if you killed yourself. They don't care about your mental health. They don't care about you like I do ." He smirked, "They can't take care of you like I can."

"That's not true." Sun blurted, then snapped his voice box off in horror. Fuck fuck fuck-

"That's not true?" Eclipse echoed. Sun could only watch anxiously as rage boiled beneath the surface, "That's not true?! WHO THE HELL-" He stopped, clasping his hands together. His voice was deceptively calm, a maelstrom behind molten golden optics. "Let me guess, you're fucking that false Eclipse? That imposter. The mechanic?"

"N-No." Sun stuttered, "I'm not- I'm not fucking anyone." He lied, he must have looked scared enough because Eclipse faltered. 

"Oh, Sun. I didn't mean to frighten you. To scare you. I just worry . I just care about you, I get concerned, that's all." Dark hands rubbed his shoulders comfortingly, Sun hated how he leaned into the soft touch. He felt the wetness fall from his optics. Stupid, stupid stupid Sun . "Tell you what, Friday," Eclipse purred, "I'll take you somewhere nice. Just us. Wear that dress, the black one. It looks good on you."

The animatronic stiffened at his touch. Stars, he hated how he just said that. He felt insulted that Eclipse would assume he would fall right back to him like that, and to suggest he wear that stupid black dress he likes so much?

Eclipse's hands found their way to Sun's cheeks, trying to wipe his tears away, but Sun slapped his hand away, shocking Eclipse. Sun looked angry, his white eyes staring into Eclipse's own. "I told you. We are done. And I am NOT going out with you. Ever again. Not with that stupid black dress, not tomorrow, Friday- ever!"

It was almost brave of Sun to counter Eclipse like that. He had never done that before. Eclipse gritted his teeth, but knowing Sunny, he would come back to him. Sunny was just as desperate and easy to manipulate as the next person. Eclipse kept his cool.

"Oh really?" Eclipse smirked, which made Sun falter.

"Ye- Yes!"

"But why, why my dear sunlight, my sunshine? Why don't you just want to be with me? I am someone who took care of you when Moon was up your ass for weeks. . . " He circled the animatronic, eyeing him like prey. "Who was there for you when Lunar was giving you such a hard time? When everything came crumbling down, who was really there for you, Sunshine?"

Sun shouldn't let his words get to him. Sun recalled all the times his siblings did care about him when they helped him. Eclipse was just trying to feed off his insecurities. Sun inhaled, taking a deep, shaky breath. "Shut up."

"I'm only telling the truth, sweetheart. I mean, Moon just left you to your own devices, not giving a shit about you, and Lunar. . .  Where was he when you needed him?" Hands crawled to his back, slowly climbing to his waist. The touch made Sun shiver. "Think about it, Sunshine. I can take care of you again. . .  if you just let me. . . " His hands slid down the animatronic's thighs, rubbing them rather comfortingly. Eclipse found himself pressing against Sun, which made Sun freeze.

Sun was confused, frustrated by all of this. He was needy, desperate as much as Eclipse, but he couldn't let this fucker manipulate him, treat him like shit. "Let go of me."

"Why should I? I know you want it. Admit it. . .  you missed me." Eclipse tightened his hold on Sun. "Come on, Sun."

A hint of desperation in the attendant’s voice was evident, "I said let me go. I don't want you! I don't care about you!" Sun struggled against Eclipse, trying to move away from this sick, perverted bastard, but Eclipse was stubborn and hungry. He pushed Sun to the ground, pinning him down. "Ge-get OFF ME."

"Eclipse." 

Both solar animatronics freeze and Eclipse swears, slowly turning his head to smile sickeningly sweet at the guard. "Solar Flare. I'm busy, fuck off."

Flare stared down at them, yellow pupils glancing between Eclipse and Sun. The daycare attendant tried not to look too helpless while also sending the monotone animatronic a pleading look. "Uh-huh. I can see that." Sun's hope withered and died.

"Good. Now fuck off." Eclipse growled, turning back to Sun, orange and black fingers sliding under the hem of his shirt. He didn't get far, letting out a yelp as the larger animatronic picked him up by the collar like a scuffed cat.

"You're supposed to be with Killcode. Not chasing after some whimsy." Flare said, unfazed by the curses and threats spat at him. Sun's blood ran cold as he was regarded by the guard, feeling exposed and vulnerable under those soulless eyes. The gaze moved on, searching the alley, holding Eclipse at arm's length. It lingered on the dumpster, and he took a step towards it. 

Sun yelped, scrambling to his feet, "Wow, what a coincidence that you're also here Flare! That must mean KC is nearby too, huh? Tell him I said hi!" He said, pushing at the guard to shoo him away, confidence faked. 

Flare faltered at the cheery smile, letting Eclipse fall to the ground with a groan of pain. He regarded Sun again, then the dumpster, putting it together that Sun was hiding something and it was in the dumpster. And that it was probably something that Sun didn't want Eclipse to know about. "Eclipse. Check the-"

"And I'll see you on Friday!" Sun blurted, cutting off the guard who scowled at him. Sun could feel his wires tense with unease at the mildly irritated look from the powerful animatronic but didn't let it show. Whatever would get them to leave . "But you really should get back to KC, haha. I can't get back home and put away these groceries if I'm here, and I'd have to just go buy new ones on Friday if they go bad, so really it's for the best that-" He startled to rant, and cut himself off abruptly. "Sorry, rambling." He muttered automatically. 

Eclipse grinned, brushing himself off and taking Sun's hand with a gentleness that didn't exist two minutes ago. "Wear the dress," He purred, lifting the captured hand to his lips and brushing it softly. "Come on Solar Flare, back to your bitch we go."

Flare frowned lightly, following Eclipse out of the alley. "That's not appropriate."

"I don't give a fuck."

"Eclipse."

Sun let out a shaky sigh once they were out of earshot, collapsing to the dirty ground with a choked-out sob. Fuck. What had he just agreed to?

Sun wiped his face with his hands, taking deep breaths in and out. He felt something build up inside him; a familiar sensation. Oh stars, was this his systems acting up? Not now, not not! Now is not the time.

He took another breath, trying to ground himself. This won't be so bad, would it? He could just lie and ditch Eclipse. I mean, what would be the worst that could happen? Eclipse would never do real harm to him. . . he hoped. At least nothing permanent like killing him, he was a clingy bastard after all.

Another breath. He inhaled, and exhaled, his eyes scanning the area, trying to take note of what he could touch. The trash cans, the building, the dirt. . . 

Bloodmoon made an appearance on Sun's shoulders, looking into his eyes. Bloodmoon. He took note of Bloodmoon.

The twins saw how frazzled the Sun animatronic was. In their opinion why wouldn't he be? Eclipse was known to be crazy. A freakazoid when it comes to emotions and words. "Sunman, are you hurt? Are you okay? Your breath is so shallow. You are shaking."

The twins hopped down to Sun's lap, concerned for their sunshine. What had Eclipse done to him? Why was he shaking so much? Why did Sun look so mortified? If only they could hear their conversations in the trash cans, they could try to retaliate. Bite back. But then again, Sun would be in a much more dangerous place if they had revealed themselves to that crazy robot. The twins found their hands holding onto Sun's, their thumbs rubbing against the much larger animatronic's hands in an effort to comfort him. To help him ground himself. "We will rip and tear him apart," the two growled.

Sun took another deep breath, looking at the mismatched eyes of the other, looking at his face. Taking note of their freckles, black hat, too bug shirt from Sun’s closet. Mismatched eyes, red circles, and a white pentagram. Okay. . .  He was doing better; his breathing was almost normal. "D-don't. It's fine you two, I took care of it, alright?"

"But why are you shaking so hard?” 

“You clearly are not fine, Sunman.” 

“What did he do?” 

“What did he say?"

Sun didn't want to reveal anything honestly. From the stupid agreement he had with Eclipse to being forced to wear the stupid black dress. . .  He lied to the twins. "He was making threats. . .  to us again. But he didn't actually hurt me. . .  I-I just panicked. But I handled it, okay? I'm fine. Unscathed."

The twins held onto Sun's hands, their eyebrows furrowing at his words. Threatening him, he says? The two didn't like that at all. "Would you like us to kill him?”

“Here and now?”

Sun shook his head, their eagerness to rip apart the annoyance managing to pull a huff of laughter from him. "No, no I'm okay." He said, wrapping his finger around the smaller's. "Pinky promise."

The twins stared at the interlocked pinkies intently, then sighed, seeming to take that as an acceptable answer for the moment. "Fine."

"But only because you promised."

Sun winced internally at that, but let them pull him up-

Holy shit they were strong.

He stumbled at how sudden and jarring the motion was, the twins at his side immediately to stabilize him. "We forgot how light you are."

"Sorry Sunman."

"We weren't trying to make you fall."

LIGHT?!

"Yes, light, very light." They nodded, and Sun realized he had squawked out the word in shock. Light . He was light . He stared at the twins in horror, they grinned back coyly. 

"O-Oh. Okay." He decided he never wanted to see what they considered heavy, considering he couldn't even pick up Lunar. Whatever the hell Monty made the smallest celestial out of, it was heavier than Sun, who was still stuck in the original body that Fazbear made. And Fazbear wasn't exactly known for lightweight builds. 

He shook his head slightly, walking to the corner of the alley and peeking over the wall. Seeing no one, he walked back and picked up the bags. Thankfully nothing had gotten spilled or dirty. "Okay. Let's go home." He paused long enough to tug the hood over the twin's head, "Keep this up. They're still around. I don't want them to recognize you."

The twins nodded, tugging the dark fabric further down over their face and accepting Sun's offered hand. 

The walk back to the plex was tense and silent, Sun hesitating every time they turned a corner. He didn't relax until they were safely inside the plex, and even then he kept Bloodmoon close. When they reached the daycare he inhaled, looked like KC was harassing Moon again. Well. . . harassing was putting it harshly, he was really just sitting in the doorway and being in the way, glaring down at the smaller animatronic. Thankfully Sun didn't need to go down there to get to their rooms. He motioned to the twins to stay quiet and snuck across the top area of the daycare to the teleporter. Bloodmoon's eyes stayed trained on their father's imposing form until they warped into the living room behind the balcony. 

"Are you going to go help the Moonman?" Harvest asked, voice low.

Sun shook his head, "Killcode isn't hurting anything, and I'd rather not be seen like. . . this. Come on, let's go shower and then we can put away the clothes."

The twins lit up at the suggestion, veritably dragging Sun into his room.

Sun placed the bags on the floor before being dragged by the twins into the bathroom. Guess they really do enjoy showers now. . .  at least he didn't have to force them in.

He helped Bloodmoon with their clothes and then stripped out of his own, tossing them into the dirty clothes basket, and began to run the hot water, preparing it for the three of them to get into the bath and finally get cleaned. . .  from all the dirt.

Slowly, he put the twins into the tub and then himself, first dousing the two in wash, scrubbing their faces, and their shoulders, which resulted in them purring in his hold.

Sun zoned out for a moment, thoughts sinking in. What would everyone around him think? What would Bloodmoon think? That he is betraying them? He didn't want to even agree to this arrangement in the first place! He furrowed his eyebrows, to which the twins thought he was upset at them.

"Sunman?” 

“Are you angry at us—”

“For being filthy—”

“Dirty?"

Sun blinked, noticing he was glaring at the twins when he didn't mean to. He shook his head. "Oh! I apologize, Blood, Harvest. . .  I'm just. . .  I'm just caught up with the conversation earlier. I'm not. . .  angry at you both—you've been good." Sun assured the twins, his hands continuing to pet them as they purred in his hold. Knowing that the sunman wasn't mad at them they felt relieved.

Sun cleaned himself off quickly, just wanting the day to be over with so he could get some sleep. He could use it after this stressful day. Once out of the tub, Sun dried both of them off, carrying Bloodmoon onto the bed before dressing them in some very soft, fuzzy black pajamas from their shopping trip. He opened his closet to get his own pajamas and glanced through what he had. His gaze snapped to the modest black dress that Eclipse wanted him to wear. Why couldn't he have burned that stupid thing in the first place? Gah! He took a minute, looking at the garment before bringing himself to get his sleepwear, shutting the closet, and trying to forget what he saw for the night.

The twins stared at Sun, waiting for him to come to bed. And for the first time without prompting, he did. Crawling into the blanket nest, and with Bloodmoon snuggling up against him. . .  yeah, he needed that.

While the twins purred and kneaded the covers, his mind raced and spun, trying to come up with any excuse to not see Eclipse at the end of the week. Anything that would keep him home. Nothing. Work and then nothing. And work ended at six. He didn't have an excuse. 

. . . he didn't want an excuse.

He hated that. Hated Eclipse.

He didn't hate Eclipse.

He was conflicted, torn. He didn't want to go.

He did.

He did, he missed the dark counterpart and his honeyed words and silvery promises. 

Run away with me, Sun.

Run away.

Just us.

They don't love you. They can't love you like I can. They don't care. You could kill yourself and they wouldn't notice. Moon hates you anyways. Lunar has Solar, he doesn't need you. Earth is always on Moon's side. They would be happier without you. And I would be happier with you.

We only need each other.

"I love you."

They were wasted, cuddling on Eclipse's couch in the shitty apartment Killcode was renting. Eclipse passed him the bottle of whiskey, and Sun took a shot straight from it. He giggled, "Do you?"

"Yeah, I do." Molten gold optics stared at him with adoration, like he was a god to be worshipped. A deity beyond beauty and understanding.

"Mmm, I love you too." Yellow fingers tangled loosely with black ones.

"Run away with me."

"What?" Sun laughed, sure he heard him wrong.

"Run away with me. Away from Moon. From Killcode. The issues everyone else keeps dragging to our doorsteps. This isn't even our fight anymore. I love you, I want to be with you, run away with me." Eclipse said earnestly, pressing a light kiss to Sun's knuckles.

Sun flushed, glancing away. "I wish I could, but Moon needs me."

"Moon's a grown ass man, he can handle himself."

"Clipse!" Sun laughed, and Eclipse pressed another kiss to his wrist. Then a trail of kisses up Sun's arm free hand snaking up his thigh.

"I love you. I love you I love you I love you. My sunlight, my sunflower. Sunrise. God, you're stunning." Fingers slipping under a dark skirt, hot lips on his own, golden eyes filled with admiration and affection. The taste of alcohol and honey, a deadly addictive mixture, making him heady and high.

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Sun's eyes shot open as they kissed, embraced in the dream. Breath shaking. . . it was just a dream. . . a sick, twisted dream. It made him feel confused and frustrated. Why was his brain letting him relive such a memory?

He lay in the dark looking up at the colorful yellow ceiling. His head shifted, looking at the sleeping twins by his side. They looked so peaceful. Then to the clock on his right. What time was it?  

It was still 3 am. He could go back to sleep— yes, sleep. Forget about the dream.

He closed his eyes, lying down, trying to force himself to sleep again. He heard the ticking of his clock; the twins' soft breathing. The whirring gears that ticked in his head. He couldn't sleep. He checked the time, 3:20 am. 

Fuck . 

He couldn't sleep.

If he couldn't sleep. . . then maybe he could do something—make a plan? Maybe eat something—drink? A drink right now would be good. Just a sip of wine. Yeah, that would be good. Just enough to knock himself out to sleep.

He looked at Bloodmoon and slowly pried the two away from him, replacing his body with a stuffed toy of Moon just so they couldn't tell something was missing. The twins shifted and yawned, which made Sun tense Then they settled again and he let out a breath of relief.

Now that was taken care of, Sun got up. Tucking the twins with his blanket before leaving for the kitchen. Leaving himself with his thoughts.

I could tell Moon about this—or Lunar. . . or Earth. . . or maybe I could hide when the time comes. . . I could ditch him?—but what if he finds me?. What if he hurts my family when I'm hiding—no. I don't want that.

He was brainstorming. Deep into thought. To the point that he forgot he had entered the kitchen—good.

Immediately went to the fridge, rummaging through to find the cook's wine—good enough. He grabbed it and poured the glass halfway. He looked at the glass, the bottle, then the glass. . . then drank the bottle instead. A few chugs before placing it down, and wiping his mouth.

Good enough for now. Tomorrow was another day off, didn't Moon say something about looking at houses? It would be a good distraction at the very least. And they could take the twins since Eclipse and KC wouldn't expect them to be with the celestials while shopping for real estate.

Maybe they'd like that. 

He'd try to talk to Moon about getting a property with lots of open outside area, he thought, dragging himself back to the daycare and his room. White optics stared at the small sleeping form and he sighed contentedly, crawling back into the mess of blankets and pillows and wrapping his arms around the red animatronic. 

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"Sun wake up." 

Said bot groaned, feeling a light hangover building, burying his face in the pillows unhappily. 

Bloodmoon and Lunar exchanged a look, a silent conversation taking place before the dark animatronic grumbled and took the task of getting Sun's hungover ass out of bed. 

"Sunny."

"Wake up."

"Sunman."

Sun swatted away the clawed fingers poking him, forcing himself up with a disgruntled whine. "I'm up, I'm up. Jeez. . ." He yawned, stretching half-heartedly while his optics adjusted to the light. 

"Get dressed, Moonie says we need to be ready to leave in fifteen minutes," Lunar said, leaning against the door. "Oh yeah," He held up a large carrier, "Make sure you bring the cats. If we find a place today then we're moving today." 

Sun groaned at the mention of work, rolling over and burying himself back in the nest. "I'll be out in a couple of minutes." He muttered. Apparently not because the bedding was stripped away from the tired solar bot by white and blue hands. 

"Fat chance. If you don't get up now you won't be ready in time. Ten minutes." Lunar dropped the blankets on the ground, accidentally covering half a cat who meowed in surprise. "Come on Bloodmoon, Sun has enough distractions."

The twins practically barreled out of the room, and Sun wondered blearily what Lunar most likely promised them to make them so compliant to listening to him. Knowing Lunar, it could be literally anything. He sighed, rolling over and staring at the ceiling for a couple of seconds before forcing himself up and on his feet.

Sun gets ready. In the bathroom, he washes his face, brushes his metallic teeth before getting dressed. "Sweetie bears. . . come on. I have to take you two with me." Sun calls out to his two beasties, grabbing his backpack, a large one with a window to fit two cats quite comfortably. "Come on, sweethearts, I don't have all day. We shouldn't keep Moon waiting."

The two cats come to Sun, rubbing up against his foot, purring. Sun sighs and scratches their butts briefly before gently placing them into the backpack.

"Suun! It's been ten minutes, you better be ready!" Lunar knocks, peeking inside his room to see Sun putting his catpack on.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

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"And this is the island extraordinaire!"

The sales lady had taken the group to a large, private island via boat—it didn't take too long, surprisingly. The beach was beautiful. White sand spread across, with shimmering blue seawater that surrounded it.

The twins were clinging to Sun, afraid of the water because neither of them could swim. However, at the sight of shore, they left, hopping down the boat to touch the sand out of curiosity, only to jump and be startled by its texture. They returned to the wooden floorboards with a hiss.

While Sun was observing the weird red robot, Lunar, Moon, and the sales lady were talking amongst themselves. . . mostly discussing business, money, and loans. The cats had been left on the boat in the shade napping. Sun had considered taking them out to explore once Moon decided this was the one, but they were sleeping so peacefully that Sun decided to let them sleep. 

He snorted at the twins' reaction to the sand, watching as they pressed against his legs, hissing at the foreign texture. "It's just sand, Bloodmoon." He snorted, patting their head affectionately. Stars, when did he get so touch-starved and affectionate? He shook his head slightly, clearing away the self-deprecating thoughts, and picked them up. "Come here, let me show you."

They were happy to wrap their arms and legs around him, taking the opportunity to kiss him. Sun flushed at the brush of their lips, glancing around to see if anyone noticed. Thankfully, they had all walked in the other direction while talking. "You two-" He scolded without any heat as they giggled about their 'flustered Sunny'.

Down the steps and onto the beach, slowly lowering them until they were on the sand. "See? It's not gonna hurt you."

The twins wiggled their toes into the soft yet grainy substance, shivering when cold water lapped at them. They whined slightly, backing up, much to Sun's amusement. "Cold."

"Yes, well we aren't exactly in California." He teased, "Don't worry, it'll feel nicer during the day, and in the summer it'll be nice the whole season." He glanced up at the beach, "We should go catch up to Moon and Lunar." The twins took his word for it. Sun pulls them up again, this time they sat on top of his shoulders.

"SUN COME ON WE'RE GONNA LOOK AROUND, BRING YOUR PET WITH YOU!" Lunar called out to them, waving at Sun. Sun, in turn, lightly jogs over to where they are going. Sun grumbled, scolding Lunar for calling Bloodmoon a pet again.

The woman showed them outside the house first. The group passes by beautiful trees, plants, and flora that surround the house. Bloodmoon was sniffing the air, wide-eyed, enjoying the different smells of plants, imagining themselves on top of those trees. Ultimately they were zoning out as they both talked to each other in the mindscape.

Lunar looked at Moon. "Could be. . . good hiding spots, don't you think? Or- or we could cut these up, sell the wood, and make like a HUGE backyard or something."

Moon listens to his little brother's suggestion and honestly, that wasn't too bad.

"There aren't any dangerous animals around this island. . . right?" Sun asked, concerned.

"Oh no no no! Not at all. The only animals you'll be dealing with are birds and fish. The previous owner made sure it was, well, safe."

Now that was good to know.

"How did the previous owners manage to find their way? Are there multiple paths to the home?" Moon asked.

"Mhm. Several of them on this island—one getting lost here is super unlikely."

Okay. Again. Good to know. You never know if one is stupid enough to get lost.

After a few more minutes of walking, the group arrived at the home—it was a HUGE mansion. . . a beautiful one, in fact. Sun stared at the large home—beginning to question Moon's bank account. Could they possibly afford such a big house like that?. . . No way. . . 

"And you'll be making that payment in full on the 20th?" The agent confirmed. 

Moon shoved his hands in his pockets, looking around the property slowly, "Yup. It's a nice place, nice location." He winked at the realtor cheekily, "I don't think we'll need a boat ride back, but we should probably get our stuff from it." A glance at Sun, "I'm specifically talking about you, go get your cats."

Sun spluttered, almost denying that he had cats on instinct (much to Moon's amusement), then set the twins on the ground. "I'll be right back," He muttered, jogging lightly back to the boat to fetch the beasties. 

The twins almost went after Sun, but Lunar stayed them with a hand. "Wanna help me get some of those stars awful decorations out of there?" He asked with a grin, lowering his voice so the realtor couldn't hear them. "We can burn them down at the beach as soon as this bitch leaves."

They lit up at the suggestion, letting Lunar tug them inside the house through the sliding glass door. Moon watched them run off with slight concern but brushed it off to walk back to the boat with the realtor. "A new home is always so exciting, and I'm glad that we were able to help you find the one you wanted!" She chirped, taking the steps two at a time. 

"Yes, it's a very nice property. I appreciate the effort you put into helping us find the right place."

The hybridic woman flushed, smiling somewhat shyly, "Thank you, sir."

Moon didn't notice, stepping forward to help Sun out of the boat with his two armfuls of stuff. "I got you, brother." 

"Th-Thanks Moon." Sun stuttered, almost losing his footing from the way the boat rocked. His brother caught him by the arms, holding him up. "How uhm, how are we gonna get back to the daycare for work tomorrow?"

"I brought a temporary teleporter. It's set up in the living room right now. We're gonna want to move our stuff in tonight, so best hurry up." He rubbed Sun's arms slightly, the rare show of affection catching the solar bot off guard. "I've got a good feeling about this place." He said, smiling softly at his sunny counterpart. 

Sun smiled back, anxiety melting off his shoulders, "Alright. I trust you." 

"You better." Moon teased, "Let me help you with those." He took a bag from Sun, swinging it over his shoulder. "I think I heard Lunar say something about arson, we should probably get up there before the house lights on fire."

Sun blinked at that—oh god, they just came in here and Lunar was already suggesting arson, and with Bloodmoon—goodness. Sun tutted, shaking his head.

"I swear to god—if they had already started burning things. . .  We just got here."

Sun got the cats, putting them in his catpack, before grabbing other things as well. Moon only chuckled. "I'm not surprised. This is Bloodmoon and Lunar we're talking about."

The two started walking into the house. It’s really pretty, and goodness is it big. Tall ceilings, open-housed kitchens, a fireplace, with a large living space. It's so roomy inside. Oh, wait, was that Bloodmoon? Oh, how cute he was , Sun thought absently, glancing at the twins curled up against the pillows of the couch, kneading and purring.

Lunar, on the other hand, was watching the fire, stance like an evil anime villain, plotting, scheming— Stars, what a little shit . He's probably waiting for the right time to strike.

"You better not plan on burning shit down, Lunar," Moon says as he plops down the items, nearing a purring Bloodmoon. Lunar only snickered, meaning that he actually was plotting something.

"Lunar."

"Sun."

"You better not burn down anything! We just got the house and we don't want to burn anything." The stressed animatronic says as he places down his catpack, releasing the little beasties to let them explore.

"But Sunman, what if we—"

"Were careful?" The twins stretched, looking at Sun as they lazily lie down, sinking into the soft couch.

"Yeah," Lunar added. "We could have a bonfire outside," He suggested, slinking over to Sun. "On the beach. We just wanna burn all the shitty decorations this place has." Small hands slinked around a thin waist, doe eyes looking up pleadingly. 

Sun stared back, fighting back his fans. This little shit- Lunar had no right to use that tone while looking so innocent. Larger hands peeled off Lunar, gently pushing him away slightly. Enough to get the message across. He was about to shut down the whole thing before he made the mistake of glancing at Bloodmoon, who was also doing his best attempt at doe eyes. Fuck .

"Fine."

"FUCK YEAH!"

"Language!" Sun snapped as the two (three?) scampered down the hall.

Moon snorted, leaning his elbow on Sun's shoulder. "Manipulative little bastards." He remarked, amused. "I'm pretty sure they get it from you, I sure as hell don't look that pathetic."

"Thanks Moon." Sun grumbled, rolling his eyes. 

Moon seemed to realize his mistake, fumbling. "I didn't mean it like- You know what I mean."

Sun sighed, deflating and slumping onto the couch. "I know, I'm just . . . stressed."

". . . wanna. . . talk about?" The lunar animatronic offered hesitantly. He wasn't good at feelings. And Sun wasn't good about talking about feelings. But they were trying. 

"I ran into Eclipse last night."

"Oh."

". . ."

"OH."

The silence was awkward, and Moon cleared his throat awkwardly. 

"And uh, how did that go?"

Sun groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Why can't he just fuck off?" He griped, staring at the ground. "He wants me to go out with him. On Friday."

"But you said no."

". . ."

"Sun."

"It was the only thing I could do to get him to leave! The twins were hiding right there and if they had stayed any longer then-"

White fingers wrapped around gold ones, "Woah, take a breath. It's okay." A cool hand brushed away hot tears, and Sun leaned into the touch like a drowning man. "It's just. . . it's just a few hours, right? Or- Or you could make up an excuse, cancel."

"Then he'll get suspicious. I've never canceled before."

Moon swore that was the last thing they needed right now.

"I. . ." Sun started, watching his brother start to pace. He curled up into himself, tugging a pillow into his lap. "I hate him, but I feel. . . incomplete without him."

Moon tensed, not sure how to talk to Sun about his complex feelings for their mortal enemy. This was more Earth's thing. He stuck to logic, "Well, that makes sense. He was a literal part of you for almost a year." He sat by Sun again, hesitantly taking his hand. "Let's just try to get through tonight, okay? We'll pack up our rooms, and move our stuff over. I already called Freddy and told him the daycare was closed tomorrow due to a family thing. When we get back we can supervise them as they burn shit. We'll worry about Eclipse tomorrow."

Sun nodded, leaning against Moon's side for a second, just collecting himself. He inhaled shakily, "Okay. Okay, yeah. Let's do this."

"Just a day to unwind, and we can clean around a bit— that usually relieves you in a way, doesn't it? And we could think about. . .  uhm. . . " Moon thought, what was something Sun enjoyed? Ah yes! Furniture. He wanted to decorate the place. "And decorating— uh. . .  we can look through Amazon and stuff. You've been looking forward to decorating the place, haven't you?"

"Yeah. . . "

Moon smiled a little, reassuringly. "Then let's hop to it. We can grab what you don't like, and let those two little shits burn down the furniture. At least we don't have to worry about, well, moving those from point A to B." Moon patted his brother's shoulder, rubbing it a bit.

"Yeah. . .  yeah, okay." Sun sniffled, wiping his eyes before getting up with Moon to unpack some of their things in their rooms.

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Bloodmoon was experiencing zoomies— running around Lunar, the fireplace, the chairs; the twins felt so free. Meanwhile, Lunar was arranging the wood used for the fire that they'll have later on.

After the twins had circled him for the fifth time, chanting "Arson arson arson" he stood, motioning them over. They stood stock still for a total ten seconds, then dropped on all fours and sprinted over, barreling into the shorter animatronic and knocking them both to the ground.

"Holy shit, Bloodmoon. Calm down."

" Fire ."

Lunar snorted, before grabbing their shoulders and rolling them over so they were on their backs. " Calm ." He retorted, patting their cheek lightly. They purred heavily, pupils dilated from excitement, leaning into the touch. "Goblins." Lunar muttered, somewhat affectionately. He rolled off them, standing up. "Do you want to help me light the fire?"

The twins were up in an instant, "Yes yes yes yes yes."

Lunar snorted, pulling his lighter out of his pocket and tossing it to them. "Have at it. But only the wood in the fire pit. Then I want my lighter back."

They stared at the treasured object, flicking it on. Then off. Then on again, giggling and cooing to themselves, the flame reflected in their optics. Off again, running over to the fire pit and crouching down. Now on, holding it under the wood, watching the dead logs catch flame. They pulled their hand away before they got burnt, turning it off. Reaching behind them, they dropped it in Lunar's hand, staring entranced by the flames. 

That lasted an entire thirty seconds, and then they were sprinting inside to tell Sun about the fire. "Sunman!"

"Sunny!"

"Fire!"

"Come see come burn. Fire fire fire."

Sun snorted, setting down the bags he had just brought through the teleporter onto the bed that was going to be shared by him and the demons. "I'm gonna be a bit, Bloodmoon." He told them, ruffling the fur of their hat. 

They pouted, then whined, "But fire."

"So I heard. It'll just be a few hours, promise. We're figuring out what to burn from in here. Go ahead and enjoy the fire with Lunar for now, okay?"

They huffed, kicking the carpet lightly, then lit back up as the irritation passed quickly. "Alright."

"Yes, sunman."

"Fire."

"Arson."

And off they were again, back to the fire. They sat by Lunar, or tried to, but after a few minutes, they were antsy so they started to run around again. Lunar watched them, amused, until they almost ran straight into the flames, diverting their path last second. After that heart attack he decided he would rather have them next to him, so the next time they came around he grabbed their arm, tossing them on the ground. "Calm down." He said, getting flashbacks to ten minutes ago. "You're gonna get into a flaming melting accident and you won't like it."

They thrashed slightly, wanting to run around more, then stilled, chest heaving with exertion. When they had stopped trying to escape, Lunar loosened his hold, watching them sit up and just stare at the fire. Their hands shook with unspent energy, teeth bared at the flames, and Lunar wrapped an arm around their shoulder's, lightly rubbing their arm with his hand. They whined at the contact, first pulling away, then leaning into it as if they weren't sure what they wanted. 

And then they were in Lunar's lap, facing away from the fire and staring at him intensely.

The twins stared at him, swirling eyes scanning his facial features— Lunar looked kind of annoyed, which sort of made them whine. Bloodmoon was excited, hyper, and loved how they were outside and much freer than being in a clamped-up daycare. Lunar chuckled, these two shits were kinda cute.

"Let us go!"

"We want to burn more wood—"

"And run!"

"It is clamped"

"Tight-"

"In here," They whined, but Lunar only shook his head at the two.

"Nuh-uh. If I do that, you two might hurt yourselves." Lunar's hand went to the twins' shoulders, hands rubbing them quite comfortingly. The two seemed to like the touch as they purred and melted into it even more. However, they wished they didn't; they wanted to move more! More! 

"You two really have got to control yourselves sometimes. What if you get hurt or something? That's not cool— I mean, what would Sun say if he saw you in that state?" He hummed, expression soft as he looked at the two who now seemed rather apologetic, eyes widening a bit at that thought. Lunar snickered. They really behaved better if he just mentioned their sunshine.

The smaller animatronic massaged the twins' back, pressing down just the right wires to make them melt even more. Getting them to relax, whichmade them try to fight it— fight the feeling of calm.

"Stop—"

"CEASE YOUR MAGIC HANDS!"

Lunar laughs. "HAH! No," he barked a laugh, continuing on, hands exploring the twins' back. Eventually reaching dangerously low, down to their waist. Snaking around to the twins' ass, applying pressure to it. The touch surprised Bloodmoon, they didn't expect that this would make them feel excited . They shuddered. "L-Lunar?"

"Mmmhm?" Lunar knew what he was doing. Poor Bloodmoon.

Lunar, however, soon realized he had overestimated how calm they seemed to be, thrown back against the sand. His fans kicked up as the tables were turned on him, the twins grinding their clothed heat against his hips. "Fuuuck." He groaned, letting his modesty plate slide open. His clit twitched with every roll of their hips, friction building a curl of heat in his stomach. 

The twins whined slightly, claws tearing into Lunar's hoodie. Oh well, he didn't like it that much anyway. His hands found their hips, guiding them into a more purposeful rhythm for both of their sakes, rather than the ragged sloppy humping. They moaned shakily, grinding their cunts together through their pants for a minute before Lunar was lifting his hips off the ground to slide his own down just enough. The twins took the hint to do the same, kicking their pants off eagerly. 

Lunar was about to take charge of the situation when they returned to their earlier position, and oh fuck. He swore, fingers digging into the sand as the twins ground against him, slick and hot with their arousal. (Well, hot for them, which was still cooler than the solar models.) They soon lost any rhythm they had found, resorting back to animalistic rutting, but Lunar couldn't muster up the initiative to direct them, the pressure hard and fast between them, robbing him of words. 

Until they stilled, and Lunar glanced up at them to see them staring down with confusion. He followed their gaze down, down, down to their connected hips, fans stuttering at the writhing cock that was curled against his pelvis. "Oh." He breathed out, then grinned, " Oh . I didn't know you had that feature too."

". . . w-we didn't either."

"Worm."

"Yeah. . ." They didn't seem entirely sure what to do about this development, but Lunar was practically vibrating. 

"Put it in."

"What?" Mismatched eyes flitted to his hungry expression, confused.

Lunar spread his thighs in emphasis, grinding against the underside of their cock.

Put it in? Just like that? What if it would hurt Lunar at first? Just like how it hurt them when Lunar fucked them the last time. . . 

"C’mon, Bloody. . .  I know you want it. . . what's stopping you both?" Lunar cooed. blue eyes looking at the twins as he continued to grind on their red ‘worm’. How silly they were, calling it a worm. He supposed he could see why.  

The twins shuddered. "We do not want- “

"It to hurt" 

Now that was just sweet. Bloodmoon was considerate of Lunar’s feelings, despite being worked up. "Don't worry about it. I know it won't."  Lunar assured them. He had already done this sort of thing before. With Monty when they were piss drunk and high those couple of times.  To rile them up just a bit, to encourage them, he commended them for their thoughtfulness. "You're so thoughtful Bloody. No wonder why Sun calls you a good boy " 

The twins flushed at the compliment. "We want you to feel good also. . .” They whined. 

"Then put it in Bloodmoon. Come on now, be a good boy and make me feel good with that ‘worm’ of yours."  Lunar smiled. his hand creeping up to their face, caressing freckle-stained cheeks. Panting. . . the twins obliged not being able to hold themselves back any longer.

Thanks to excess slick they were able to insert themselves into Lunar without issue, dragging themselves into his walls. This was a newfound pleasure- it felt warm..wet. . . and stars it felt so good. 

The twins drooled. . . slowly pumping themselves inside. . . outside..in..out.. Each languid thrust sparked a wave of new pleasure that shot through their wires..in..out..it started to drive them crazy. They grabbed Lunar’s hands, pinning him down as they began to pace faster into the bot. growling. 

"Shiiit. . . f-fuck"  Lunar was slammed down. He held on to Bloodmoon for dear life, moans and lewd whines escaping his vocal processors.

They growled out a mix between a snarl and a moan, claws digging into the back of Lunar’s hands, leaving indents in the casing. Lunar whimpered, legs locked around Bloodmoon’s hips as he drove into him, leaving a divot in the sand in the shape of the small bot’s body. 

“Fuck- fucking hell-“ he gasped out as they grazed against something sweet inside him, white lines dancing across his vision. His walls tensed around them as he felt himself nearing his peak, and they growled burying their teeth deep in his shoulder. That seemed to do the trick as he clamped down on them, small claws digging into their shoulder blades as his vision sparked and shuttered. 

They didn’t last long after him, sexual endurance low. The red bot growled around the casing clenched between sharp teeth, hilting deep inside their prize as their own climax hit them. 

They both lay there in the sand for a second, panting as their fans ran high and fast. Bloodmoon slowly released his jaw, licking at the wounds apologetically, the bitter taste of coolant tainting their tongue.

Lunar’s face was lit with a soft blue flush, and he carefully dug his claws out of the twin’s casing with a wince. They hissed in pain at the action, tensing at the sting of salty air on the open wounds. “Sorry,” Lunar murmured, pulling his claws fully back under his casing. 

They stared at him, as if in shock at the apology, then quickly wiped it away, burying their face in the non-injured side of Lunar’s neck. The blue animatronic huffed a laugh, tracing small soothing circles on the taller’s back (careful to avoid the punctures). 

The fire crackled nearby, and Lunar glanced at it lazily.  It was calm. It was nice. He was riding the afterglow of a good orgasm. Lunar gently patted the top of their head, finding their slightly loopy expression endearing.

And then Bloodmoon began to rock his hips again, in slow small movements, cum and slick making a soft lewd sound between them. Feeling the friction on his clit Lunar whined a bit. Too much. "Mmn, Bloodmoon come on now let's go- put our pants up.”

"M..more" 

Lunar felt them grind against him a bit harder. Their slick cock making a mess on his folds, desperate and pleadingly. The little beastie whimpered. 

Shit, they wanted more? Lunar thought he was done, but apparently, the little perv wasn't. Before Lunar could say anything Bloodmoon had inserted himself again.  Lunar hadn't recovered from the last which made the blue animatronic yelp.  "B-bloodmoon?!" 

"More."   The red animatronic said with a low growl, their claws pinning the blue robot down before thrusting into the sensitive anatomy.

"B-bloodmoon!- hha- t-too much! Too much dude!" Lunar’s complaint went unheard. Bloodmoon was hungry- obsessed with this newfound pleasure and they wanted more. The twins were akin to an animal. . . completely disregarding Lunar for their own instinct. They couldn't control themselves.

Lunar was dragged through a second orgasm with a yelp, claws scrabbling for purchase in the sand. The second the twins relaxed against him he shoved them off. "Fucking- For star's sake-" He tried, and failed to express his irritation. He would be angry. . . if the twins had known any better. It wasn't fair to fly off the handle at them about something they hadn't been taught yet, so he settled for irritation.

They stared back at him, uncomprehending at first. When realization struck it was an ugly thing to behold, their satisfied grin crumpling into hesitant horror, which turned into despair. "We hurt the small moon, other," Harvest muttered, reaching towards Lunar and faltering when the smaller bot flinched back. 

Lunar fought to control his adrenaline, it was technically his fault. He was not going to be mad. He took a shaky breath, then another, then hiked up his pants. Slowly, as if trying not to startle himself, he scooted over to the twins again. Mismatched eyes searched the ground for their tossed-aside pants, handing the clothes to them silently.

". . . did we do something bad?" Blood finally inquired hesitantly after Lunar kept sitting there silently, scowling at the fire. 

The smaller animatronic sighed, steepling his fingers together. ". . . you didn't know any better, so we'll call it a mistake." He muttered, staring at the sand under them instead. Bloodmoon sniffled, and Lunar's gaze snapped up to them. "Ah shit, no-no don't cry." Lunar tried, wiping away the forming tears. "It's okay, I'm not mad. I'm just. . ." He made a vague gesture. 

"We hurt you."

Lunar. . . couldn't exactly deny that, even if physically he was mostly okay, he was rattled by the experience. "I'll be fine." He settled for instead, lightly grabbing their hands. "Listen, this is really important. When you're physically intimate with other people, you have to ask if they're okay. If they say it's too much, or ask you to stop, you stop . Because otherwise, you might hurt them."

There they were, the tears again. "So we did hurt you."

"We're sorry." They whined, not sure if they were allowed to show that apology with affection or if Lunar didn't want them around. They hurt Lunar. They aren't supposed to hurt Lunar. That goes against the deal. They broke the deal, they were going to be kicked out. Moon was going to send them back, back to Eclipse and KC. Sun was going to hate them. 

They were broken out of their spiral with a rough jostle, "Bloodmoon, holy shit dude breathe. It's okay. I'm okay. It was an accident, you didn't know any better. I'm not mad."

"I'm not mad, and it's okay. . . " The smaller bot repeats himself, hands on Bloodmoon's cheeks to make the twins look at him. Stars, they were still crying. Tears streamed down their face. His thumb wiped away their tears. "You didn't know any better— and at least now you do— you just made a mistake. People make mistakes all the time. Come on, dude, seriously, it's okay."

"But we hurt you—"

"And Sunman and us. . .  had struck a deal—"

"He would hate us—"

"Cast us aside—"

"Abandon us."

Holy shit, these two were clingy— no wonder why they were crying like this . Sun doesn't have to know about this and if he did, he would understand. The twins just had a little fun and didn't know that they were going overboard with it. Lunar massaged their face, hands rubbing the bridge of their nose, tracing it to their forehead, then falling to their hands. "Sun would know it's a mistake. He wouldn't get angry at you for that. He’s patient, Bloodmoon.”

Lunar did have a point. Sun was kind and had been extremely patient with them these past few days now. "But the Moonman—"

"Moon wasn't the one who struck the deal, was he? You don't have to worry about him, hm?" Lunar hummed, continuing to massage the twins' hands until they calmed down. Their sobbing reduced to sniffling as they slowly came to their senses.

"Yeah. . .  okay. . . "

"Let's stack some more wood on the fire," Lunar said, changing the subject. "Sun and Moon should be out with the burnables soon, don't want them to come back to coals." Seeing Bloodmoon hesitate, he sighed, taking their hands in his. "It's gonna be okay." He promised, offering them a rare real smile. 

Their breath caught, and they could only nod, letting Lunar drag them over to the other side of the firepit where there was a stack of beachwood. Pretty.

Yes, pretty small moon.

Almost as pretty as the Sun.

He should smile more.

By the time Sun and Moon joined them, dragging out a stack of ugly cardboard cutouts and a few kitchen chairs, both Lunar and the twins were curled up together in front of the fire, half asleep. Emotional and physical exhaustion was taking its toll. The older animatronics shared a look, and Moon dropped his stack of burnables on the ground. "Should we do this tomorrow?"

Sun shuddered at the thought of the hideous furniture being left in overnight, but he had to admit it made more sense to do it when the people who were cheering 'arson' were more awake. "It won't hurt anything to wait." He agreed reluctantly, setting the chairs in the sand next to the pit as well. 

Moon stared at the chairs thoughtfully, not actually thinking about chairs. He shrugged, "Works for me. Lunar get up, I'm gonna take you home."

The smaller attendant groaned unhappily, extracting himself from the cuddle pile he made with Bloodmoon (much to the twins' dismay). Sun stepped in and scooped up the other half of the pile, who greedily clung to him, purring. "Bedtime, Bloodmoon." He muttered, rubbing a hand up their back soothingly.

Bloodmoon buried his face into Sun, holding their prize tightly, and only hummed in response bedtime seemed good. Sleeping beside Sun. . .  hugging him. . . 

Moon saw this and snickered. He couldn't help it because honestly, it looked like his brother was carrying a toddler.

"Pffft, mama Sun," Lunar teased, and Sun flushed.

"Shut up—"

"Sun has a baby," Moon joined in the bandwagon, and Lunar only snickers.

Sun playfully rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm a single hard-working mom, I get it. Let's go home, I'm kinda tired, and we all have a long, long day ahead of us tomorrow."

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The group headed back to the daycare. Lunar back to his own rooms and the two twins headed to their rooms for the last time. It was too late at night to be expected to drag all of their stuff to the new house.

"Sun."

He turns to Moon. ". . . ?"

Moon has a difficult time expressing himself usually, but right now he musters up the words, ". . . .if you. . .  need anything. . .  let me know. . .  or. . .  help or something."

"Mm. . .  yeah. . . " Moon gave Sun a small nod before nodding off to his crawling hole. Sun sighed, unlocking the door to his room. Sun tried to let the twins down but they didn't want to they only held on to him tighter. "Come on now, you two, I have to get changed—"

The twins whined. "Don't put us down. . . "

"Don't leave us. . . "

Sun blinked . Why were they suddenly mopey? These two were just happy and hyper just a few moments ago. "I won't do that. . .  why do you think—"

"Because we hurt Lunar!" Harvest sobbed.

"We broke the deal—”

"You hate us now!"

He raised a brow. Lunar was just fine a few moments ago, even going as far as joking with him. "Nooo? He seemed pretty fine to me?" Sun was confused.

They stared up at him, dumbfounded.

Where were the insults? The threats? The anger ?

Sun's brows furrowed in concern, and he fished out his phone, dialing Lunar.

Ring.

Ring.

Rin-

"Mmm what do you want?" Lunar's voice was husky with sleep, halfway to Moon's pitch. 

Sun turned, keeping his voice hushed, "The twins are saying that they uh, hurt you?"

There was a low humming from Lunar, then a yawn. "They got a bit too excited by the fire, but I'm fine. We talked about it, and they apologized. It's whatever."

"Ah, alright. Thank you."

"Mhm, I'm going back to bed. You should too." 

Sun clicked the device off with a relieved huff. He turned back to the twins, walking over and sitting in the nest, tugging them into his lap. Long fingers traced circles on their back, humming quietly. They stared at him, confused, and tried to push away. "Nope." Sun said, trapping them with his legs. "You're distressed, you're staying here. Lunar's fine, he's not even upset."

"But-"

"No buts." Sun interrupted, lacing his fingers loosely behind them, further trapping them. "Whatever happened, he's not mad about it. He said you two apologized, and that's all that matters. I'm glad that you told me nonetheless. . ." He hesitated, then pressed a kiss to their forehead. "Good boys. Now let's get some sleep, we have to drag over the rest of these boxes and the bedding to the new house tomorrow."

They whined, but let him pull them down, cradled against him. They were still trying to process the fact that. . . nothing happened. Sun wasn't upset. Lunar wasn't mad. Because they apologized?

. . . weird.

Eyes stared at him rather curiously, with a twinge of sadness. Were they crying? "You won't leave us?” 

“Abandon us?” 

“Cast us out?” 

“Punish us?"

Poor Bloodmoon, expecting punishment for something as minuscule as a mistake. Granted Sun didn’t know what happened, but if Lunar wasn’t upset about it then it must not have been anything major. Why would they think he would do that? Were Killcode and Eclipse's punishments harsh? 

"No, Blood, I wouldn't," Sun assured gently as he wiped his face with a hand. "You're alright, okay? There's nothing to worry about," he added.

Bloodmoon nodded, understanding his words. They were still alright, okay, and still his good boys. "Okay, Sunman. . . "

Sun was kind, forgiving, and merciful. The twins in their mindscape were grateful—really grateful—that Sun didn't seem to want to punish them.

"Now, come on, let's lie down and get ready for tomorrow, alright?" Sun suggested. He shifted, now lying down with the twins on his side. Bloodmoon hugged and clung to the solar animatronic.

"Okay. . . "

Chapter Text

The next few weeks were a blur of activity. 

Moving, working, and putting together new furniture. Finally burning all of the ugly shit the old homeowners left behind (which was all of it). Then taking apart the bedrooms to paint them. Then putting them back together. 

Thankfully they had six hands on deck, even the twins were willing to help. They seemed quite eager, actually, which caught everyone off guard. They were mostly where Sun was, and for reasons unknown to everyone anywhere that Earth wasn't. 

It happened time after time again. Earth would enter a room and the twins would leave. The few times she tried to talk to them they growled, spat out the shortest reply possible, and walked away. Sun tried to ask what the issue with Earth was, and they looked at him like he was stupid. He didn't ask again and settled for playing damage control.

Other than that they didn't cause any issues and were more than happy to let their unnatural strength be exploited.  If animatronics could pale, Sun would have while watching them pick up heavy furniture without a struggle. Eventually, Moon got curious and started making a list of things to test Bloodmoon on. Those ugly ass metal shelves filled with shit that needed to be trashed? No sweat. The car? They braced themselves beforehand but also managed it fairly easily. The delivery truck? They struggled but did it. 

"What the fuck." Sun breathed out, watching them set the truck back down carefully, much to the horror of the delivery man driving it. 

Lunar snorted, "Nanos are able to withstand a ridiculous amount of damage, heat, pressure, etc. They're tiny super machines, more or less."

Sun stared at him in horror, and then back at the twins who were grinning at him from across the driveway.

After scolding Moon about treating them like a test subject, they all got back on track. By Thursday the house had been completely flipped. New furniture was brought in, a portal was installed in the garage, and a recording studio was set up. All of their belongings were where they belonged, and they could finally relax.

Then it was Friday. Specifically, it was the Friday. The Friday that Eclipse had texted him was the day he could get out of the house and away from the shop. That Friday.

Sun glanced at the clock with dread, counting down the seconds. Fifteen more minutes until closing. His phone buzzed, and he ignored it. It buzzed again, he sighed, opening it. 

Meet me outside the Plex in an hour.

He clicked it off, trying to keep his nerves down so he could finish cleaning up the mess that the kids left.

Moon knew the dread his brother was dealing with as he cleaned up. "Sun."

Sun was startled, looking at his brother. "Don't scare me like that—"

"Sorry, sorry. Anyway, it's Friday. You meeting with the bitch today?"

Sun nodded sadly, sweeping the last of the dusty mess on the floor and throwing it in the trash can. "I really don't want to, Moon, but I had no choice. It was spur of the moment, and—"

"It's okay. Look, just do what you need to do, okay? I know you did it so Eclipse wouldn't, you know, hurt you."

". . . .Yeah."

"Just be. . .  cautious."

"Yeah." 

Moon hummed at that, and then there was some awkward silence between the two until Sun realized something—who was going to watch the twins?!

"Shit! Moon, I totally forgot—the twins! I need someone to look after them while I'm gone." Sun's hands clasped together, dropping the broom. "Moon. . . "

The animatronic looked at him, long, and dragged out a long sigh. "Sure."

"I'm sorry, Moon. . . "

"Just—it'll be okay. I'll manage."

Sun smiled weakly at his brother—thank goodness Moon at least did this for him, to relieve the stress off his back for a moment. "I'm done cleaning up, and I'm going to get ready now. I'll tell the twins about you."

"Good luck."

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Into the room, Sun went. The twins, who were fidgeting with a stuffed toy of him, perked up at Sun, smiling widely at the sun animatronic. They threw the doll and hugged Sun. He gave them a smile, petting them.

"So are we going to shower-” 

“Or eat ice cream-” 

“Or play crosswords tonight?!?" Assuming they would spend time together, the twins awaited Sun's answer eagerly, wanting to spend time with Sun, but he only sighed.

"Bloodmoon, I—I have to be gone for a bit longer." Their moods dropped. "And. . .  Moon will be watching over you two—"

They frowned. "Why? Why must you go? At this late hour—"

Thankfully, Sun had devised a little lie. . .  "I have a meeting with some Fazbear higher-ups, and they want me to go to dinner after. . .  It's pretty important."

Business things, talking, boring meetings. . .  Bloodmoon groaned, hugging Sun, whining a bit, sad that their mate had to go. "Look. . .  I'll be back as soon as I can, okay, Bloodmoon? I'm sorry. . .  But this is really important. I'll make sure Moon takes real good care of you, okay?"

"When will you come home? It's late. . .  It's so late and dark. . .  We worry. . . " The two whined.

"I'll be home at best. . .  at 12." Poor things. . .  Sun didn't want to leave them.

They whined louder, and Sun couldn't help but huff in amusement. "It's not that bad, you two. Just one night. I'm sure you'll survive."

"With the Moonman???"

"Yes, with Moon. He's gonna be watching you, he should be home soon. Can you behave for him?"

They grumble, but reluctantly agree, wrapping their arms around Sun's waist as if under the impression if they were cute enough he would stay. It almost worked, but Sun glanced at the clock again and sighed, leaning down to kiss their forehead and then prying them off him. They crawled back to their nest in the middle of the bed, watching him get ready. He had finally gotten used to the feeling of their eyes on him at damn near all times and didn't pay it any mind. 

Work clothes landed in a pile on the floor, traded for lacy lingerie and the much more modest black dress. He sat at his desk, pulling out a standing mirror and rummaging in the drawers for some light makeup. Normally he wouldn't bother, he never really went out, and there wasn't a need for it at work. Plus Moon made fun of him, but if he had to go do this he at least wanted to feel good about himself. 

Curious, the twins slid off the bed and padded over, hovering. "What are you doing?"

"Makeup."

They made a sound of understanding, watching him apply the eyeliner delicately. He glanced at the clock when he was done, realizing he had a surplus of time. Capping the makeup, he set it on the desk, searching through the drawer again. He pulled out a thing of white eyeliner. "Come closer," he said, uncapping it. They shuffled forward, then flinched when the cold liquid touched their face. Sun laughed, holding the brush in front of them. "Hold still." He said, wiping away the smear with a thumb. 

Better prepared this time, they managed not to pull away as he applied the white liquid, although they burned with curiosity of what exactly he was doing when he dragged it down their cheek a bit. Wasn't this supposed to go around their eyes? They blinked as he pulled away, feeling it slowly dry on their face. He offered the mirror to them and they snatched it up.

They looked. . . nice? They looked up at Sun, not sure how to feel. 

He giggled, "You're so pretty, Blood."

They both flushed Blood opening and closing his mouth, dumbfounded. He turned back to the mirror, tentatively touching the now-dry eyeliner. He was. . . pretty?

Very pretty . Harvest confirmed silently, equally enamored.

Blood cracked a small smile, and a shy giggle was heard. Oh, goodness, how much he loved the compliments he was given. Harvest caught that and chuckled. "Pretty. . .  pretty! Heh. . .  HAH!" Blood repeated. Sun nodded.

"Mhm. Very pretty, Blood." Seeing the little animatronic's reaction was so cute—he was just like those giggly teenagers in movies that Sun couldn't help but smile.

"But the Sunman—is also really pretty!" Both voices chirped, complimenting the solar bot, which made him blush. "Pretty in his dark dress! Like the night sky! With his pretty footwear and pretty face! Pretty, pretty, pretty!"

The twins fawned over him. Oh, poor Sun—being drowned in compliments to the point he turned as yellow as a lemon!

"T-thanks—" Sun was cut off when Bloodmoon gave him a kiss on the lips, and then on his cheek, pulling him into a hug. The two looked up at him, smiling. "Ah-ah, oh you two—"

"Shame, SHAME, however, to see you go into the night—"

It truly was a shame. . .  he'd rather be dressed nicely for Bloodmoon. . .  They heard knocks on the door.

"Sun?. . .  Bloodmoon?" Moon's voice rang from the other side. Slowly opening the door to see the two hugging and putting on makeup, he didn't question it. "You, uh. . .  ready?"

Sun sighed. Bloodmoon whimpered—they didn't want to let go yet. "Yeah. . .  I'll be out in a bit. . .  Just give us a few, yeah?"

"Alright. . .  Just drop them off in my room, okay?"

"Okay."

"And Sun?"

"Yeah?"

"Nice look." He left. 

Sun looked at the twins. "I. . .  have to get going now, okay? I'll leave you at Moon's, and you— you two behave, alright?"

They hummed. . .  and nodded, rather sadly.

"Look—if you two behave. . .  I'll give you. . .  I'll let you out in the parks again, how's that sound?"

That made them perk up, nodding. "AND CAN WE HAVE TENNIS BALLS?!" asked Harvest rather excitedly. How could Sun deny him tennis balls?

"I'll get you some when I come back, alright?"

The twins were satisfied. Okay, it was just one night—and Sunny was theirs again. Now eased, Sun dropped them off at Moon's room, and then he walked out to the halls dreading what was to come.

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Moon's room was. . . okay, they supposed. It wasn't as nice as Sun's, in their opinion, much dark and dimly lit. The other lunar animatronic had them sit on the bed, hooking them up with a fidget toy and calling it good. And for a while it was, they were actually very easy to entertain, Moon found out. When they got bored of the fidget he handed them an unsolved Rubix cube and went back to his work at his own desk. 

Eventually, that got boring as well, and they slumped forward, cube solved for the thirteenth time. Harvest was somewhat decent at figuring it out each time, and Blood liked to mix it up for his other to solve. But now they were bored. They stared at Moon's back, thinking of all the things they could be doing with their Sunny instead, but nooooo. Sun was at a meeting. 

"Moonman."

"Hm?" Moon hummed, setting down a screwdriver and picking up a small sheet of metal. 

"What is Sunny's meeting about?"

"Yes, why must he go on a meeting?"

Moon snorted, "What are you two going on about? Sun's at a date, not a meeting."

They blinked, "A. . . date?"

Moon shrugged, "Yeah, like. Dinner. It's a thing that couples do."

". . . couples." They tasted the word around in their mouth, checking their databases. Couples. 

They frowned, "Sun. . . is part of a couple?"

Moon realized his wording and rubbed his temples, "No. Sun's single. Technically. This guy's an asshole. Don't worry about it."

They stored that information away. Sun was on a date. With someone that Moon didn't like. Why? Who?

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Sun inhaled sharply when a familiar black car pulled into the parking lot. He wasn't sure what was causing his jitters, but his hands shook as he opened the passenger side door, sliding into the seat and buckling up without looking at Eclipse. He kept his eyes on the road as they drove, thankful that Eclipse didn't try to make conversation. 

Until Eclipse drove past their normal restaurant and bar, and then the turn to his flat. 

Sun glanced at him, confused as he kept driving out past city limits. "Y-You're not kidnapping me, right?" He tried to joke, but his voice was too shaky to pull it off.

Eclipse didn't look at him, keeping his eyes on the road as they turned down a dirt path. "It's not kidnapping if you agreed to come here and go with me."

Sun didn't say anything in response, staring out the window as they drove past fields. 

The vehicle slowed to a stop in what looked like the middle of nowhere. The darker animatronic cut the engine, leaning over the wheel for a second. He huffed, then got out of the car, popping open the trunk. 

Curious, Sun followed realization striking when Eclipse pulled out a cooler and a tote. "Come on Sunshine." He invited, dragging both up the hill. Sun faltered, then chased after him, watching as he set everything down at the top, pulling out a soft blanket and spreading it over the grass.

Sun didn't expect this at all, and it kept him on guard. They were at an isolated place, susceptible to many dangers. . .  animals, germs—and Eclipse himself. Shit. . .  Eclipse could do anything to him up here. That thought just made him feel uneasy.

"Sunny?"

Sun hadn't realized he was tensing up. Hands fidgeting, staring quite intently at the picnic blanket. . . 

"Come over here."

He didn't want to. But he obliged—sitting next to Eclipse.

"Why so tense, sweetheart? We're just having a little picnic—something new and somewhere less. . .  crowded."

Hands slipped onto Sun's hands, rubbing. Eclipse's eyes looked at Sun rather hungrily—noticing that he wore the black dress he wanted him to.

"Because we're out here. I didn't expect this."

"Aww, I'm sorry, sunshine. I wanted to surprise you. I thought the change of view would be a nice little. . .  change is all." But Eclipse knew why Sun was scared and tense. It's because they were out here, alone. And nobody could hear them but themselves. . .  leaving Sunny oh so helpless. . .  oh, the power trip he could get. . . 

". . .  I guess. . .  it's nice."

Eclipse's hold on Sun's hand remained the same—however, his thumb applied light pressure, rubbing his hand comfortingly. Sun didn't react.

"You're going to lose him if you keep treating him like an object."

Eclipse scowled lightly, shoving KC's voice out of his head. Stupid Killcode with his stupid Solar Flare and their stupid happy relationship. He and Sun were happy. . . except they weren't, were they? One glance at Sun's tense frame, as he touched the brighter animatronic, was enough to give that away. 

He let the hand drop. 

Sun flinched as he reached over him to fix the blanket. White optics didn't give away much as to where they were looking, but he could feel them following him as he opened the cooler, pulling out a small spread of finger foods. Sun was tense still, unsure if Eclipse was upset at him or something else, everything was so quiet it made him uneasy.

The dark sun glanced up at him and sighed, reaching back into the cooler and pulling out a bottle of wine with a couple of cups. Sun blinked at the offered cup, a nervous laugh welling up before he could cut it off. "This is all very. . . romantic."

Eclipse bit his lip, not sure what to say in reply to that. They never did things like this. He never put this much effort into Sun. 

"Was it really necessary to shove him down like that?" Flare asked on the walk back to Killcode. "He was terrified of you. Is that what you want? Him scared? Is that an ideal relationship in your opinion?"

"I. . . wanted to apologize." He muttered, pouring wine for his lover. 

If anything that made Sun's anxiety worse . This was all so out of character for the dark solar animatronic, what the fuck was going on?

Eclipse noticed, frowning slightly. "You don't have to look like I told you I have the plague. Jeez Sun."

Feeling called out, he flushed, awkwardly lifting his cup to his lips and avoiding eye contact. 

"I'm just. . . aware. . . that I've been a bigger asshole than usual recently." He explained, the apology tasting bitter on his tongue. 

"You have," Sun muttered into his cup. 

Eclipse stared at him for a moment, then slumped. "I know."

Sun wasn't sure how to process the apology. He knew Eclipse. He knew that this was probably hard for him to do. He also knew that Eclipse was eyeing him up and down with malicious intent a few minutes ago. It was hard to predict what the dark bot was going to say or do when he was . . . emotional. "It's. . . fine."

He looked up at Sun, hopeful, and Sun felt regret curl in his stomach along with butterflies. Why must his own emotions be so conflicting? Just one last date, just tonight. He promised. Then he can just not accept in the future.

"You look nice," Eclipse said after an uncomfortable pause, and those damn butterflies-

"Th-thank you, but it's not like I don't-"

"Wear this on every date, yeah yeah I know." Eclipse waved his words off, taking a sip of his own wine. His eyes roved over Sun, drinking him in, then slid away. Sun followed his gaze to the sky above, inhaling sharply. There were so many stars. He'd never seen this many- He didn't even know there were this many stars in the sky?! Eclipse chuckled at his expression, scooting next to his side and wrapping an arm loosely around his shoulder. "Never been out of the city?"

"N-No." Sun stuttered, simultaneously wanting to pull away and lean into the touch. "There's. . . there's so many."

Eclipse pointed to the night sky, and Sun followed his finger. "That's Ursa Major and Minor. And over there is the Gemini constellation. See those two stars? Those are Castor and Pollux, and the stars going right make up the 'bodies' of the twins."

"I didn't know you knew so much about stars."

"Nonsense, I know plenty about you." 

Sun flushed brightly, flustered. "I-I meant actual stars."

Sun took a sip of his share of wine, eyes looking up at the stars, avoiding eye contact.

Eclipse let out a snicker at Sun's response. He was so cute when he was flushed like this—however. . .  a shame how he treats him. . .  he's always so mean. . .  harsh. . .  he shouldn't be. . .  not towards his Sunshine.

Changing the subject, Sun would look up again. . .  trying to see if there are any other constellations he could find. Which he didn't because he didn't know jack shit. "Mmm. . .  are there. . .  others?"

Eclipse's gaze would return back to the sky. He hums. . .  eyes scanning for some other constellations. . .  oh look here. . .  "There's a Capricorn constellation." He points Sun to the star. "That constellation there represents some sort of weird goat—a goat and fish hybrid." He explained, pointing out the other details. "Over there makes up its horns. . .  and over there it's tail. . . "

"A fish goat. . .  huh. . . " Sun squinted at the constellation, trying to see how that would be—in a way, he does see its horns and its tail.

"Strange, isn't it?" Eclipse took another sip of his wine.

“. . . Yeah. I don’t know what humans were thinking when they went ‘That star shape looks like a square! So let’s name it after a bear!’”

Eclipse snorted, “Oh yes. The stars were just ancient astronomers' game of connecting the dots.” He muttered, glancing up when he heard Sun’s own giggle. Stars, he had it bad for this stupid animatronic, didn’t he?

Eclipse leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips, and Sun tensed momentarily. But something about the wine, the setting, and how strangely gentle Eclipse was being made him relax. He leaned into it, setting his glass down nearby so he could wrap his arms around the darker animatronic. Sharp canines nipped at his lip, and he flushed parting them to allow the dark sun access to his mouth. Their tongues curled together, hot saliva mixing, and then Sun found himself straddling Eclipse at one point. He couldn’t remember when that happened but he wasn’t sure he wanted to stop.

Dark fingers rubbed his hips sensually above the skirt, Eclipse grinding up against him slightly. He groaned, hands finding Eclipse’s chest and lightly pushing him away. Eclipse stared up at him, molten gold taking in the brightly lit Sun above him, drinking him in as if he were the sun itself, beautiful and glorious and powerful. 

And boy didn’t that turn him on.

But he hesitated, thinking of the twins. Of the fact that he shouldn’t even be here. That this was the ‘last time’ in his words. If he let this happen, then what? Eclipse would continue to think that he would always come back because Eclipse was the only person who had actually been there for him. And wasn’t that a depressing thought, drowning away his sorrows with sex, liquor, and worship from the dark sun.

Stop being a hypocrite. He scolded himself. He was here, and he agreed to this, he would be the asshole if he backed out last second. Right. . . ?

Eclipse had been thoughtful these past hours—he had given him wine, a private romantic place under the stars—and what else? Oh, stars peeking from the cooler; he saw him bring his favorite things—grapes, oranges. . .  cheese, all those other fancy snacks.

"C. . . clipse. . . "

The dark animatronic hummed, fingers exploring around Sun's thighs, rubbing them, squeezing them comfortingly.

Good. God. This doesn't help at all. Sun was so conflicted. . .  so confused. He wanted to lean on Eclipse, hold him, and make him his, but this was so wrong. Wrong, wrong, WRONG! Eclipse was a piece of shit. Someone who had caused so much pain not only to him but to his family too. . .  he needs to push him away. . .  but he can't.

"Yes, sunshine?" The solar bot cooed. . .  expression soft, head tilted. . . 

He can't, he can't, he CAN'T! He. . . can't. Eclipse had too much of a hold on his heart. . .  Stars, he felt pathetic. Helpless. How could he leave him?

Sun kissed him.

Eclipse melted into it, hands curling up around Sun's shoulders, holding him close. He was so much warmer than Sun, which Sun thought was silly at times, considering he was already a walking heater. Hot casing under his fingers, hands slipping under the loose dark shirt. Needy and desperate. 

Dark fingers wrapped around his wrists, staying them. Eclipse pulled away slightly, venting harshly, flushed under him. "Sunshine."

"C-Clipse?" Sun stuttered, suddenly unsure. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. They should already be on the grass, Eclipse plate deep inside him, Sun crying out for him with every harsh thrust. 

The dark sun smiled warmly and oh- Oh he's never looked at Sun like that . Sun felt all of his fans kick up a notch as Eclipse leaned up and pressed soft kisses to his neck, then jaw. He rested their foreheads together, fingers tangling with Sun's. "You're stunning, did you know that?" It was different, somehow than the reverential way the dark bot tended to look at him. Or even the hungry stares as if he was trying to devour him just with his eyes. It was. . . soft.

Sun wasn't sure if he liked it.

"O-Oh."

Eclipse reached behind him, grabbing one of the small bowls of grapes. "We just got here, we have all night." He mused, rolling one of the dark spheres between two fingers. "There's no need to rush, right?" He said, offering it to Sun. "I want to love you, Sunrise. Properly."

His fans stuttered, not sure what to do with the rare show of vulnerability. He accepted the fruit, staring at Eclipse befuddled when the other slid out from under him. This wasn't how this was supposed to go, why did he have to make it so hard to let go? His chest ached with the longing for Eclipse to do just that. Love him. Not as a god, not as a toy, but as an equal. But. . . the twins. 

The two had carved out a place in his heart that he wasn't expecting them to, endearing themselves to him in their own way. He was excited to return home after work, just to see their smile as they dragged him around the house or island to show him whatever thing they had discovered while he was away. Or the way they would light up when he hugged them or pat their head. The joy they had about every new thing Sun showed them, the way they would immediately tell Lunar about it, excited to share their newfound knowledge with someone else they learned to trust. How they would falter when things got too much, too overwhelming, and shut down completely, or lash out. The lack of control of some of their baser instincts and the way they would cry in frustration at being unable to handle the big emotions, seeking out Sun for comfort. He. . . cared about them. 

They needed him. . . 

But. . . in his own way, Eclipse also needed him. And Sun would have to choose one or the other eventually. He knew this. But for now? 

For now, he let Eclipse tangle their fingers together and took in the night sky. They had all night. He could enjoy one more night. 

Conversation waxed and waned. Flirting turned into soft kisses, turned into softer lovemaking that left Sun reeling on the drive back to the Plex. His emotions were a mess, his thoughts even more scattered, and if he considered saying yes when Eclipse offered to take them back to his flat? That was his own problem. 

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Sun stepped through the teleporter and into a fucking war zone.

Chapter Text

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, MOONMAN?!"

Moon was cornered by a screaming Bloodmoon.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE IS WITH ECLIPSE?!"

"WE THOUGHT HE HATED HIM!"

Moon had his hands up at the twins. "Look. Sunrise is just going to see Eclipse for now to save your two's asses—and us. If he had declined, then he might have harmed you both and Sun himself. Now, are you two going to STOP cornering me and calm down?!"

"NO NO NO NO!" Both voices screamed, anger boiling through their wires. They were explosive. Dangerous—they felt betrayed. Bloodmoon had tears in their eyes.

"WHY DID HE LIE TO US?"

"LIAR LIAR LIAR!"

"WE TRUSTED HIM!"

"AND HE LIED!"

Bloodmoon's claws shook as he growled at the moon animatronic. The twins still trying to contain themselves to get answers—why would their Sun lie to them?

"WE DID GOOD, DIDN'T WE?"

"WE WERE GOOD BOYS."

"AND HE LIED."

"WHY?!"

Moon was mentally preparing himself in case they'd pounce—readying his lasers... that was until...

"B-blood- Bloodmoon." The voice made them snap their heads at Sun.

"YOU." The two snarled at Sun, a disgusting, foul expression on their faces. That alone hurt Sun's heart.

"If we could just ca-calm down... I can... explain myself—"

Moon felt like a fuck-up. Why didn't he realize sooner that Sun lied to them for their sake and his own—shit. Shit, shit!

They dropped to all fours, prowling over to Sun with a low, dangerous growl. "You lied ." They snarled, claws digging into the floorboards.

Sun hung his head in shame, "I did." He admitted, not meeting their gaze. He caught a glimpse of Moon getting ready to shoot something at the twins and subtly shook his head. "I broke the deal. I'm sorry."

"You're a liar ." They hissed circling him like wolves. Claws scraped against the wood with a horrendous screeching sound, teeth bared in a sneer as they regarded him. "No better than Eclipse."

"No better than Killcode."

"No better than Moon."

There was something in their tone that made Sun falter and risk glancing up. And there it was, dripping down their cheeks, smearing the eyeliner that he had applied on them just a few hours ago. Tears of frustration and anger, betrayal and hurt. He hurt them with this. 

For some reason that made it worse.

But. . . they hadn't attacked him yet. They were angry, they were pissed and rightfully so. But they had yet to attack him, even though they had every right to according to the constraints of their deal. 

Did they not want to attack him?

Slowly, ever so slowly, Sun sank down to his knees. He was shaking. He was terrified. He held out his arms, feeling his own tears well up in disgust and shame at himself and his actions. "I'm sorry." He repeated. "You have every right to be angry." 

The twins faltered, and Sun took advantage of that to mouth to Moon to 'leave' . Whatever punishment the twins decided was proper for this betrayal, he didn't need his brother to witness. Moon seemed to realize that Sun was serious about accepting his fate under sharp claws, and while he didn't like it, he slowly retreated out of the hall. This was Sun's battle to fight.

"I'm sorry." He said again, shoulders slumping. His offered arms, having gone unaccepted, wrapped around himself instead. "I lied about the meeting. I went to go meet Eclipse. It's complicated, I didn't want to see him, I was doing it to protect you. He was about to find you that day in the alley, it was the only thing I could think of to get him to leave you alone. To get him to leave." It all came pouring out, the bitterness about his decision, the tears, the self-hatred for not being strong enough to say no. The loathing of his counterpart. The longing to be loved. 

Not in words. Sun wasn't strong enough to put those thoughts to words.

But it didn't matter. They could see it. They could hear it in his voice, see it in his defeated posture, taste it in his scent. 

They pounced. 

Claws dug into Sun's shoulders, sharp and painful, leaving long lacerations that bled freely. Legs wrapped around his waist, they were angry. They felt betrayed. They. . . wanted comfort. He smelled like Eclipse, and they snarled at this fact. Sharp claws tore apart the dress, the fabric hated now from the implications. Sun found himself being drowned in a harsh kiss, angry and sharp, the twins dominating his mouth. Claws raked down his sides, leaving smaller cuts that burned and stung. Hands wrapped around his waist, and then he was being filled. It was sharp and painful and he gasped, fingers gripping Bloodmoon's arms as they drove into him. Fast and harsh and merciless. Teeth buried into his shoulder, tearing through the casing and false muscles, and his optics flickered from the pain. Everything was pain, except for the place where their hips connected, and it scrambled his sensors.

The twins let go of his shoulder, hissing and snarling, "Ours. Ours. Sunny. Our Sunny. Our Sunshine. Our Sun. Our mate." 

"Deceitful, lying, must be punished."

"Must be marked."

"Ours."

Sun had honestly thought he would be killed right off the bat but no. Bloodmoon was frustrated with him, angry...and was taking that anger on him. He felt that it was deserved- but a small voice whispered that this was sort of worse than death. 

"Blood- blood moon I’m- I’m sorry!"  The attendant sobbed, fingers digging into their shoulders. Overwhelmed by the twins’ harsh touch, unsure if he should push them away or pull them closer. The pain from the scratches they had given him stung and burned as he was pushed down to the floor. Overwhelmed from the heated session...it was worse than it would have been because his energy had already been spent earlier that night. He was sensitive and overstimulated and he sobbed.

For a second the twins felt a pang in their chest hearing their Sunny sob out an apology. But they were still frustrated with him. Angry at him. They didn’t want to kill him. They didn’t want to hurt him.

But the scent. The smell of that disgusting sadistic Eclipse. It tainted their mate and seeped into him. Infected him. No. That won’t do. Instinct demanded they ruin it. Destroy the lingering presence of another on their own. 

Bloodmoon scowled at Sun, claws pushing his arms down to the ground. He needed to be theirs and only theirs.   The twins leaned down on the crying attendant, kissing his cheeks softly before delving into his mouth. The solar animatronic tried to pull away from the kiss with a whine and they snarled. He felt them slam into his entrance once more. Aggressive. Animalistic. 

It scared Sun. More than he’d like to admit, and hot tears welled up once more and spilled over, liquid gold carving down his cheeks, leaving lines of glittery wetness. 

A cold tongue licked up the tears, surprisingly gentle despite the rest of the pain they had caused him. Their hips stuttered, and they buried their face into Sun's neck with their climax, sharp teeth sinking into the thin casing and through the metal, nicking a coolant vein and causing it to leak. They panted, spent of their anger and the need to claim and mark what they saw as theirs . Sun hiccupped, then whimpered in pain as they pulled out, sniffing him just to make sure they had fully covered the accursed Eclipse's scent up with their own. 

Satisfied, they started to purr slightly, licking up the still-falling tears from Sun. Their own had faded a while ago, leaving white streaks on their face from the makeup. Their tongue left Sun's face to lap at his wounds, nanites in the saliva soothing and repairing the most vital damage. Sun shook underneath them, and they frowned internally.

We hurt him.

We needed to hurt him.

Did we?

Yes! He betrayed us! He broke the deal!

He apologized.

He. . . 

He was trying to protect us.

He lied.

He did it for our sakes.

He's a liar.

He cares about us.

. . .

They whined lowly, nuzzling him apologetically, laving their tongue over the wounds on his shoulder and neck. Sun knew he should be shoving them away, but they were just doling out what they saw fit. He would have been pissed in their place as well. And their low impulse control. . . 

Shaky hands found Bloodmoon's shoulders again, lightly resting them there. When they didn't snap at him, he started moving his thumbs in small circles, feeling them melt against him with a louder purr.

It was okay.

It was over.

Sun was okay.

The tears started anew and Bloodmoon gently wiped them away, "Please do not cry, sunman."

"We are sorry."

"We went too far."

He shuddered, but nodded in comprehending, then yelped as he felt himself being picked up bridal style.

"Our Sunny needs a bath."

"Yes, yes other."

"And then sleep."

"In the nest, soft and safe." They muttered to themselves, carrying him upstairs to the large bath. Gentle hands, far gentler than a handful of minutes ago, stripped away the rest of the torn black fabric, then guided him on shaky legs into the bathtub.

Sun was exhausted. Everything went to shit today. Everything was far too overwhelming. From his complicated emotions with Eclipse earlier—the mental gymnastics he had to face—to coming home to Bloodmoon screaming and crying. Them taking out their anger on him like this. He doesn't blame them however; this was well-deserved. He shouldn't have gone with Eclipse. None of this would have happened—no one would have been hurt... except for Eclipse of course, but nonetheless.

Sun was deep in his thoughts—to the point he didn't notice the twins were washing him down with gentle claws. They were careful not to press down too hard on the slashes.

The twins talked in the mindscape.

We shouldn't have hurt him.

But he hurt us too.

Our chest aches.

Like a stab wound.

But look how he cries.

Regret.

Sorrow in his eyes...

Outside the mindscape, it was quiet. Emotions were on high for both of them. Sun honestly had no more energy left—completely zoning out again.

The water turned off, and the twins slid their hands over his slim frame—wiping him down and drying him up. They carried him up and looked at him for a moment. Apologetic eyes shine through... before they glance away, placing Sun gently down on the bed and padding to his closet, trying to find Sun's clothes.

Sun didn't really care about getting clothed right now—he was tired and just wanted to sleep, forget what just happened tonight. He slowly sinks down into the nest, wrapping himself in the blanket without a word.

They faltered, then set the clothes back down. Sun stared up at them silently, optics dull and dim. He turned on his side, facing away from them, and manually turned off most of his processors and sensors, letting himself float disconnected in his own code. He didn't want to think, didn't want to go over the nuances or debate on if he should be upset with the twins or himself. He just wanted to sleep. 

They hovered, tense and unsure, before finally crawling in on the other side of the nest. They wanted to curl up next to Sun like they always did but didn't want to aggravate him or his injuries. 

No one slept well that night.

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"Moon I'm fine."

"No, you're not." Moon scowled, blocking Sun from going through the teleporter. "You cannot go to work looking like that ."

"It doesn't even hurt." Sun retorted, glancing at the gashes in his casing self-consciously. 

"Because you turned off your pain receptors." Moon shot back, shoving Sun away from the door. "You're not leaving the house until you don't have fucking claw marks all over you. Be happy that this is all I'm doing . If it were up to me I would have taken those two freaks out back with a shotgun and-"

"Moon!" Sun snapped, glaring at his twin with a surprising amount of heat. "This is not your mess, so please don't try to make it your problem. I can handle myself."

Moon seethed, hand tightening on the doorframe, "Do you think I enjoyed sitting in my room hearing you scream and sob?"

"N-No but it was- I was- I'm not going to be like Eclipse. I made them a promise and I broke it. I never should have lied to start with, it. . . it was deserved."

"They hurt you."

"I told them they could. From the very beginning. You were there." He hugged himself to soothe his nerves, letting out a long breath. "They didn't enjoy it. They're broken, Moon. Not malicious. Violence is their answer to problems because that's all they know how to do. I'm. . . we're working on it."

Moon sighed, reluctantly wrapping his arms around his brother. "I don't like standing around knowing you're being hurt and I can't do anything about it."

Sun felt the tears brimming up and he shoved them down, "I'm fine, Moon. I- . . ." He faltered, "I can see how hard they're trying to be better. I can't just give up on them over one incident."

"....." 

Moon honestly didn't know why Sun was so merciful to those freaks of nature. They had proven themselves to be malicious, shitty monsters. And Sun was willing to give them another chance even after they had broken him down—by these two freaks?!

Moon was angry, frustrated at his brother's wishes, but he couldn't yell at him now. His brother needed him, and his brother was determined to help these two fucks.

"....." Sun buried his face against his brother’s shoulder at Moon’s silence. "Sun... I know you're determined to fix them, but... please, for the love of God, not to the point... not to the point where you get destroyed." Moon's grip on his brother tightened. He cared, he really did. He didn't want to lose his brother. "How are you so sure they'll succeed... without ruining you again?...." His voice cracked slightly, which surprised Sun. 

Sniffling, he pulled away, looking at his brother, whose eyes showed nothing but concern—Moon... Moon had never done this type of thing before. "They've proven themselves for the past month, Moon... They’ve been behaving. And they have been honest with me when they felt like they did something wrong. Moon..."

Moon hummed, unsure.

"Please, just trust me..."

Moon furrowed his brows, hands tightening their hold on his arms before gently letting him go. "Okay. Fine."

"Th-thank you brother."

"But if he fucks up again— If I see one more scratch—hear one more cry from your mouth from his doing—I will get rid of him." Moon looked at Sun seriously. He turned, and Sun was about to say anything, but Moon cut him off. "Rest today. Me and Solar will deal with the daycare today." He left.

Sun huffed, slouching over to the couch and plopping down. The twins had been gone when he woke up, which wasn't like them. He knew he should be worried but. . . he was still upset. At them. At himself for breaking their trust. At Eclipse for being a consistent thorn in his side. At Moon for keeping him cooped up at home, like he was a fragile glass doll. 

Well, he wasn't. 

He stood up with resolve in his eyes. If he was gonna be at home, he may as well make himself useful. He reached for his phone then faltered when he remembered the twins had it. Fuck.

That was fine. He could make do with whatever books were in the kitchen. He grabbed the two largest ones from the shelf, sitting at the table and flipping through the pages. Nothing really caught his eye through the first half of the book, as he neared the end however he paused. They had a grill out back. . . he'd need someone to run to the store for him though because he was on 'house arrest'. 

Which meant he needed his phone.

Which in turn meant he needed to find the twins.

"Fuck."

Chapter Text

A couple of hours of searching proved the island outside to be Bloodmoon-free. Which meant they were inside but where? Feeling silly, Sun cupped his hands over his mouth and called for them.

There was a thump from above, then a snarl, then they were peeking over the railing anxiously. 

"Yes, Sunman?"

"You called?"

"We answered."

"Why aren't you at work?"

"I have the day off," Sun replied, not wanting to explain that Moon had him on house arrest and that it was technically their fault. 

They perked up, jumping over the rail and landing on the ground with ease, eerily silent with the motion. "What do you need, sunman?" They asked, slinking over the taller animatronic. They hesitated before they got too close, swirled eyes flicking to the half-healed bite and claw marks on the solar bot. 

Sun appreciated the fact that they respected his personal space (for once), but it didn't help his own unfounded guilt when they glanced away looking like a kicked puppy. He sighed, Sun you're too soft, he mentally scolded himself even as he padded over to them and wrapped them in a hug. They immediately melted into the touch, a hesitant purr forming in their chest. "I need my phone so I can call Lunar. I'm gonna have him pick up some groceries for dinner."

The twins gently pulled away from Sun to look at him—mismatched eyes searching for any sign of his emotional state. Were there tears? Anger? Anything? Once satisfied, they nodded.

They withdrew their hands to reach for their pockets, offering Sun his yellow phone with the cat charms that they may or may not have chewed on sometimes. After that, they melted back into his arms.

". . . ."  Sun stood up, Bloodmoon carried in one of Sun's arms while the other hand dialed Lunar's number. 

After ringing three times, “Sunnnnn, hello, what's up?" A cheerful voice chirped through the other line. Lunar seemed to be in a good mood today.

"Hi, Lunar, can you do me a favor?. . . "

The two exchanged words, while Bloodmoon was lost in their thoughts. They conversed once again.

Did he forgive us?

That easily?

He is hugging us. . . 

As if nothing happened. The two were quite for a moment before Blood began to tear up just a bit.

We were bad.

He says it's okay.

But it is not, Other

Scars, blood spilled on his back. . .  we screamed, hissed at him.

. . . 

And yet he holds us.

Sunman is understanding.

But we deserve not that from him. . . 

I know. . . 

Blood felt their codes intertwining. It was comforting as if Harvest was holding his hands. In the real world, Sun heard them whimpering.

"Again, thank you, Lunar. I'm sure you know my credit card details already?"

"Yuh, I got it, don't worry. Buh-BYE!"

Ending the call, Sun put his phone in his pocket, his free hand rubbing the smaller bot's back. "Bloodmoon. . . ? What's up?"

"We do not deserve your attention."

"Affection."

"Forgiveness."

Oh .

Sun regarded them for a long moment, then walked over to the couch and sat down, keeping them tucked against him. He mulled over his choice of words, "That sucks."

Maybe not the most eloquent wording, but it did the trick. They blinked up at him, bewildered and stunned. "What?"

"I said that sucks," Sun repeated, scowling down at them slightly. "You don't get to decide how people treat you. If I want to forgive you then you have to accept that." He softened, brushing a thumb over their cheek. "I know that you're trying , Blood. Harvest. I know how hard you're trying because I can see it. You're both very expressive, I know when you're struggling with your emotions and instincts. But you've both been doing very good."

They teared up, then snarled, not sure why they were crying.

Sun chuckled softly, hugging them against him. "It's okay to cry. I get it, emotions are big. They're hard. You two have some things that are seriously wrong with you, but you've been willing to work towards change, and that's all that matters to me right now. I don't expect you to be perfect, I just expect you to try. And you are."

"But we hurt you."

"Last night."

"With claws and teeth."

"Ripped and tore into our Sun."

"We do not deserve your kindness."

Sun shushed them, "I forgive you. You said sorry. You are sorry." He pressed a kiss to their forehead, "You know what you did is wrong, and so do I. Did it scare me? Yes. But I knew what I was signing up for when I told you both that if I broke our deal you could take it out on me."

"You smelled like that bastard Eclipse."

"You were with him."

"All night."

"Why?"

Sun shifted his gaze away, staring at the blank TV screen. "Some things are complicated. Not everything is black and white. Eclipse is. . . complicated."

"Do you. . . care for him?"

"I don't know."

They hummed, processing this information. "Is he good to you?"

"Or is he cruel?"

"He is not known for his kindness."

Sun inhaled sharply, not wanting to answer that question. Not sure how to answer that question. Eclipse was a sociopath. He couldn't love Sun, and they both knew this, but that didn't stop his obsession with the daycare attendant. The desire for him. He could be kind one second, and cruel the next. He would do anything to keep Sun in his grasp, and Sun knew this. "It's complicated."

They narrowed their eyes, they didn't feel like that was a very complicated question. 

Sun noticed and ran his thumb over their knuckles reassuringly. "Let's phrase it like this. Do you think you are kind to me?"

"Yes." 

"You are our Sun." There was no hesitation to the words, which startled the solar animatronic.

He reeled for a moment, then decided that was a different can of worms for another day. "Okay, but you bite, you scratch, and you hurt me physically."

They wilted.

"But it's not entirely your fault." Sun continued earnestly, "You're dealing with issues with your code and minds that Eclipse caused. Well, it's a similar story for Eclipse. He's dealing with issues with his own code and mind because of Moon. He was trapped in my head for a long time before he made you, and no one knew he was there. You're both broken, but the difference between you is that Eclipse isn't willing to change."

The twins blinked, processing all of this at once—the emotions they felt and the information that was relayed to them. The gears turned and shifted in their metallic plates, their brows furrowed.

Eclipse hurts Sun? But because his problems make him act out. . . ? Those problems make him hurt Sun? But why does Sun come to him if he hurts him—was he trying to help him, just as he was trying to help them both?

Sun saw the twins' puzzled expression. He couldn't blame them; all of this was complicated—a stupid, complicated mess. "Emotions. . .  aren't just one and done. They come in layers. . .  Sometimes people can feel sad—sad and angry at the same time. . . ."

"You care and don't care about him at the same time?" Harvest tilted his head.

"Is that why you say it's complicated—because. . .  layers?" Blood's voice rang out.

". . . .I suppose. . .  you could say that—yes."

The twins blinked. "I'm gonna have a fucking headache," Harvest's voice could be heard, and Blood's groaning too. This was all so confusing.

Sun snorted, "I think that's the first time I heard you swear." 

They glared up at him, although it lacked much heat. After a few seconds they faltered, "So. . . you're not mad at us?"

"Not angry?"

"Not upset?"

Sun rolled the question around in his mind, "It scared me." He admitted. "And it was very painful. But. . . It was deserved, I think. I broke your trust, I lied to you about something I knew was going to be important to you. Something I knew you would be upset over me lying about. Relationships aren't one way, there has to be a give and take. A mutual bond of trust. In any type of relationship." He mused, tapping the armrest of the couch absently. 

"And what type-"

"Of relationship-"

"Do we have?" They asked, watching his fingers tap a random rhythm against the leather.

Sun flushed, "I don't know. I'm not sure I want to label it or constrain myself to something serious. I. . . there's a lot going on in my personal life that I'm still trying to address. I'm not even sure I'm ready for new friends . I. . ." He huffed, feeling them lean into him, purring. "I care about you, which seems like a death wish most nights, and my brother thinks I'm crazy for it. I find you physically attractive, and you're very endearing when you want to be. But I don't want to put a name to it. I'm not ready for that."

They nodded slowly, processing the unexpectedly honest confession. "We do not understand the need for titles." Harvest muttered, "We want to be with you."

"Our Sun."

"Yes. Our Sun."

"Does anything else matter?" Blood mused.

"It hurt us to see you in pain."

"We did not understand."

"Ripping and tearing, those have always brought us joy."

"But it feels empty."

"We do not wish to cause you harm."

Sun blinked, equally surprised by their honesty as much as they were his. "Well, I suppose we agree on one thing at least." He huffed in amusement, "Masochism is Lunar's thing. Not mine."

They tilted their head. Oh that made sense actually . They thought as they recalled their first intimate moments with the smallest animatronic. How he cried for them as they dug sharp claws into his frame, overwhelmed with their own pleasure. 

The doorbell rang, and both spun their heads to it.

"Speak of the devil and he shall come," Sun muttered, prying the twins off him so he could go answer it.

The twins whined when Sun pried them off, leaving them to sit on the soft, warm couches. They stared at Sun as he opened the door to reveal Lunar with the shopping cart filled with groceries.

"I don't know what you're gonna cook, but all these ingredients are making it sound yummy." Lunar smiled at Sun, and Sun only smiled in return, hand on his head, patting his little brother.

"Lucky for you, I'm cooking for everyone tonight. Do come in, Lunar. Oh, and thank you so much for buying these for me. I hope it wasn't too much trouble?"

"Sure, dude. And nah, it wasn't. I needed to grab a couple of my own things anyway. By the way, you look like shit."

Sun ignored his last comment and took over. Taking the grocery bags, and closing the door behind them before Bloodmoon decided to run to Lunar, pounce, and make him fall to the floor.

"Hello, Lunar."

"Hello, smaller one." The twins seemed happy enough seeing Lunar, to the point they gave him kisses to show it. Lunar flushed, pushing Bloodmoon away slightly, giggling.

"Goddamn—you two!"

"What sacrifices have you brought?”

"Meat?”

"Eggs?”

"Burritos?"

Lunar chuckled at the question about burritos— they still remembered eating those tasty things, huh? Maybe he should have brought one—maybe next time. "Groceries! Sadly, no burritos! Now get off me, you two goblins!"

They scrambled off, then helped him up, grabbing his hand and tugging him off the ground. He felt gravity stop for a second before reorienting himself with a shake of his head, "You two really don't know your own strength." He chided, feeling dizzy from the sudden motion.

They giggled, "We do."

"Oh, so you're just being cunts for fun then." Lunar teased, bumping them with his shoulder lightly as he walked by. He helped Sun lay the groceries out on the counter. The twins padded after them, perching on a stool and watching with curiosity. 

"Meat."

"Steak."

"Raw meat."

"For us?" They muttered to themselves, eyeing the package of steaks on the counter.

Lunar bopped them on the nose, "For dinner. You can have one then."

They huffed, crossing their arms. They were then quickly distracted by more things that they didn't recognize. "What are those?"

"Mushrooms."

". . . mushrooms?"

"They look like little balls."

"Buttons."

"Cute."

"Not like the mushrooms in the forests."

"They're store mushrooms. For eating." Sun explained, opening the package. He offered one to the twins, who snatched it up and shoved it in their mouth. They made a face at the texture.

"Dry."

"But moist."

"At the same time."

Lunar snickered, "They'll taste better after we cook them in butter and garlic. I'm not a fan of raw mushrooms either."

The twins perked up at this, "Are you also cooking the steak in butter and garlic?"

"On the stovetop?"

"Nope." Sun said, popping the p, "I'm gonna grill them out back with the shrimp." He held up a bag filled with odd-looking curved creatures. 

"Bugs???"

Both of the celestials burst into giggles, "No, not bugs." Lunar said, snickering. "They're crustaceans. They live in the ocean."

"They look like fat centipedes," Blood argued.

"Centipedes are gross."

"Bitter."

"Indeed."

Sun's nose scrunched at their exchange. Don't tell him that they ate centipedes. CENTIPEDES!? He wanted to gag. "C-centipedes? You two have eaten centipedes? That's disgusting, Blood, Harvest!"

Bloodmoon defended themselves. "We were curious!”

"And it looked tempting!”

"A mistake that was!”

"The blood oozes—”

"But bitter. . .  They taste bitter!" There was a small pause, then Harvest said, "As bitter as Eclipse!" Blood laughed rather loudly at that. Sun sighed, shaking his head a little.

"ANYWAYS," Lunar butted in, "GRILL. OUTSIDE. HANGING OUT?!" Lunar was rather excited about this. He liked the outside of the house—it was pretty, and grilled food cooked by his older brother? That's even better.

Sun looked at Lunar. "Yes. Grill, outside, and hanging out. Lunar, Bloodmoon, could you two start the fire? The firewood is just beside the grill—I have to cut the meat real quick."

The twins perked up at the mention of fire.

"NOT A BIG FIRE," Sun told Bloodmoon, and they slumped down ever so slightly. But fire was fire regardless. Seeing their little reaction, Sun snickered, petting the smaller animatronic’s head. "Come on now, I need the fire. I'll be joining you three in a few minutes."

"OooooKAY!" Lunar grabbed Bloodmoon's hand, and the twins didn't seem to mind. They went along with it, allowing Lunar to happily drag the two outside.

"Fire?" Bloodmoon asked.

"FIRE," Lunar replied.

The three giggled, making a small pile of firewood in the bottom of the grill. Lunar handed them his lighter and they practically vibrated, eagerly setting the charcoal and wood ablaze, watching the smoke curl up up up. Until it became invisible. " Fire ." They whispered, enamored.

"Yes, fire." Sun agreed, stepping out with a tray of seasoned meat. He had wrapped plastic over it so that it could stay preserved while they waited for the fire to reach ideal temperatures. Would it be faster with an electric or propane grill? Probably, but he liked the wood smell over propane. He set it on the shelf, noticing how Bloodmoon's eyes followed it hungrily. "It's still pretty early in the day, so I whipped us up some sandwiches so we don't starve while this cooks later." 

Lunar perked up at that, "Where?"

"Second shelf of the fridge."

The white and blue animatronic was gone just like that, scrambling inside to get the prized sandwiches. Sun snorted at his eagerness, plopping down in the chair by the grill. His gaze swept over the landscape, it was still so startling to think they owned this. It had been a month and a half and he was still getting lost on the property.

He was interrupted from his reverie by the twins crawling into his lap, curling up against him like an oversized cat. "What do you two want?" He huffed, slightly amused.

"The sunman stares very intently."

"At the woods."

"The land."

"Does he crave a walk?"

Sun shook his head, "I was just thinking. It's still weird to have all. . . this. I've spent my entire life cooped up in the Plex, and there aren't any windows there. For a while, we had a proximity lock on our code, so we couldn't even leave to go outside. Or the daycare." He sighed, not missing those days at all. Moon had mellowed out a lot since then, ever since they figured out how to keep his killcode somewhat under control. 

And then he left it in Sun.

And that led to Eclipse, which led to Lunar and the twins, and later a new killcode that turned into KC. 

But Moon was separated from that as well now. . . right? He should be free from killcodes in general by now. And if he wasn't he would have said something, right? No. No, he wouldn't, would he? He never tells Sun anything which is why they have literally all of the issues they do now. Which means that Moon may just be as much a ticking time bomb as the twins and-

There was a tug on his hand, pulling him from his thoughts. The twins looked up at him, concerned, "Your thoughts are very loud." They muttered, mismatched eyes flicking over him with concern.

"Sorry," Sun muttered automatically. 

They shook their head, "Is fine. But what causes you to think so harshly?" They prodded, leaning back a bit to give him breathing room. "Your breath catches with anxiety, what is going on in that pretty head?"

He flushed at the complimentary words, and huffed a laugh, "Don't worry about it. I'm always anxious." He joked although it was a bit of a self-deprecating one.

They frowned at that, nuzzling him slightly. "Would you like to go on a walk?"

"With us!"

"Around the isle."

"We find it helps with troublesome thoughts."

"Soothes."

"Calms."

"Hmm. . . " He supposed Lunar could be left alone for just a bit, and a walk could be nice. Might soothe his nerves too. He hums, petting the twins, and looks down at them. "You know what? I don't see why not. Let's go have a walk. I'm sure Lunar could be left for a few minutes, especially with those sandwiches I made," he chuckled, gently pushing the twins off him before standing up to stretch. "Luuunar! Me and Bloodmoon are gonna go on a walk around. We'll be back in a few! Just put out the sandwiches when you get them!" Sun calls out, and Lunar replies with his mouth a little muffled—he was obviously harassing the sandwiches.

"OOOTAY HAA FAHHH!" (Okay, have fun.)

Sun blinks. Yeah, Lunar was eating the sandwiches in the kitchen. "SAVE SOME SANDWICHES FOR US, LUNAR!"

"OOOOOTAYYY!" (Okay.)

Sun shakes his head. Gosh, that bot was always hungry, always eating whatever he could find. He looks at Bloodmoon and gives him a small smile, offering his hand to him. Bloodmoon happily holds it, and they walk.

Sun directs the two to the dirt, to the sandy areas—Bloodmoon did hate the texture, but they got used to it along the way. Sun admires the place, eyes scanning the beach, the sand, the shells—oh wait, that was a huge one. Sun stops in his tracks, leaning over to the conch shell. The twins look at Sun curiously, heads tilting.

Sun takes the shell with his free hand and listens to it.

"What are you listening for?" 

Sun puts the shell to the side of their head, and they listen, eyes widening slightly at the sound. They pulled it out of his hands, staring at it in shock and confusion. They put it back against their receptors and then pulled it away again, stunned. "How-"

"Magic," Sun said immediately with a giggle.

They put it back in wonder, listening to the muffled sounds of waves crashing. Sun snickered at their expression, and they pouted for a second, shoving it back in his hands. "Magic." They muttered to themselves, astounded. 

Sun turned the shell around in his hands, "We could put this on the dresser. It would make a nice decoration," He mused, handing it back to the twins. 

"Smooth and spiky, shell of the sea." They whispered, "Tell us your secrets."

Sun snorted, ruffling their hat much to their displeasure, "It's just a shell, it's not gonna speak."

"But it holds the ocean!"

"The sounds most glorious."

"And powerful."

Sun grinned, he wasn't gonna tell them the science of how it actually worked. "Magic." He repeated again, scooping them up in his arms. They protested the sudden movement with a squawk, then scrambled higher so they were sitting on his shoulders. They enjoyed their perch on Sun, it gave them a better view of their surroundings. Sun didn't mind very much, they weighed less than most kids at the daycare thanks to their nanos. "Should we go put the shell on the dresser? Then we can get started on dinner, and you two can have whatever sandwiches survived the attack of Lunar."

"Depends.”

“Are you no longer skittery?” 

“Jittery?" They were being considerate Sun— they did want to walk with him after all, just so he could be calmer. Plus they still felt guilty. Sun thought that was awfully sweet of them regardless of the reasons.

"I'm alright now, you two. Thanks for considering," he says, hands holding onto the twins' calves to steady himself. Thumbs rub and press down comfortingly.

"Then let’s go!”

“CONSUME.”

“Devour these Sand of Witches!” 

“WITCHES OF THE SAND!"

Sun. . .  snickers at that. What the heck were they going on about? He doesn't fully get it, but he goes along with it. "Yes, witches or whatever. Come on, let's snack while I grill the food, yeah? I'll give you a cut of the tasty meat."

"MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT!"

Sun walks while the twins chant. He doesn't mind it at all. He finds it to be silly anyway. Returning to the balcony where the grill was and the seasoned meat lay, Lunar was playing some games on his tablet with a sandwich in hand. There were sandwiches on the table. Thankfully, he hadn't finished them.

"Yo," Lunar greets them, turning off his tablet and putting it to the side. "I saved you some sandwiches."

"Okay, good. Thought you'd finish them."

"What am I, a glutton?"

"Not going to lie, pretty much. I've seen you devour an entire tub of ice cream in one sitting!" Sun snickers.

"I didn't have lunch, okay? I was hungry!"

The two were cut off when they heard Bloodmoon's stomach growling.

"Speaking of hungry—hah. Bloodmoon, go get a sandwich. I'm gonna start grilling these meats, okay?"

The twins scampered down to the ground, claws clicking on the hardwood as they skittered over to the table. They perched on the corner of the raised surface like some sort of red gargoyle, claws snatching up a sandwich and holding it close. Okay, maybe less gargoyle, more pigeon. 

Sun grinned to himself as they hissed at Lunar when the bot looked at them while they wolfed down their treat, as if worried that the smaller bot would snatch the sandwich back. Silly . He thought to himself, pulling out a few knives. Sometimes he still reeled at the fact that six weeks ago they were ready to tear him to shreds. Part of him thought that everything was moving way too fast, the other part rolled it's eyes. Since when had anything in their lives been slow ? 

The rise and fall of Eclipse and Lunar lasted a month and a half, at best. Lunar and Monty had been an unexpected, fast-paced mess of violent emotions and less-than-safe experimentations with alcohol and drugs that had sizzled out into a comfortable friendship. And shortly after, almost at first sight, that same damn gator started courting his sister. 

No. Nothing had ever been slow for them . He supposed that was okay, he got antsy with the quiet for too long anyway. And this. . . ?

This weird type of domestic setting that had it's own issues and mishaps?

. . . he was okay with it.

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The twins followed him outside as he brought out the bag of shrimp, bouncing around and circling in the grass as he started laying meat on the grill. 

"Steak!"

"Steak steak steak!" They cheered, suddenly hovering in front of the grill, stock still as the meat sizzled on it. The day was fading on the horizon, it was still spring. The nights were slowly getting warmer, however, and Sun only wore a light hoodie to keep away the chill.

"Yes, yes, steak." He affirmed, amused. Everything else was ready, and Moon would be home soon. Sun wasn't sure if Earth or Solar was going to join them tonight, but he made extra just in case. Lunar was keeping the food on the table safe from the curious critters inside, but Sun wouldn't put it past him to slide them something as a treat. Spoiled beasts.

Sun gives Bloodmoon a little piece, which the two gladly snatch, chewing on it. They loved the burnt, juicy taste and the flavors that burst in their mouth. "Sunman always knows how to make things taste good!” 

“Yes yes! Like the ice cream!”

“Just like the ice cream!"

"The bloody ice cream?" Sun asks as he flips one of the meats on the grill.

"THE BLOODY ICE CREAM!!!" They put their fists in the air, smiling goofily, and Sun lets out a chuckle. What silly little things they were. It brightened up Sun's mood due to how hyper they were over something so small.

"What the hell is a bloody ice cream?" Lunar asks as he takes another sandwich, biting into it.

"Just some ice cream that was drowned in like strawberry syrup and cherries. They liked it a lot. Oh, shoot, speaking of that, I need to take care of something real quick. Can you handle the grill?" Sun asks Lunar.

"Sure!”

“And don’t eat anything!"

"But Sun! Bloodmoon got a piece!!"

". . . one small piece."

"YEAAAAHH!" Lunar hopped off the chair, and Sun passed him the tongs. The twins jumped off the table and, of course, followed their mate inside, curious to see what he was going to get.

DING!

The rice cooker rang. Sun turns it off and scoops out white. . .  sand? What was that he was putting inside a bowl?

"Is that sand?" The twins ask curiously.

"Nope! This is rice. We're going to pair it with the barbecue. Thought it would be nice. Oh, oh, oh! Almost forgot!" Sun grabs a large bag of shaved ice and places it in a nearby cooler. He grabs some other things too—a jar of red and green jellies? This yellowish-orange jelly? White strings? And what was that. . .  chips? There was one thing they recognized—it was sliced mangoes. Curious. . .  curious. . . 

"Let us help you, Sunman!" Bloodmoon takes the cooler and the things that lie on top of it, pushing it outside.

"Aw, thanks!" Sun follows with the rice.

Eventually, Moon got back from the workday, and as suspected Earth and Solar were trailing after him, the trio chatting amicably.

The twins hackles immediately raised at the sight of the green and blue animatronic, a low growl building in their throat as they dropped to all fours in front of Sun, preventing him from progressing into the house. 

"Blood? Harvest? You two okaaa. . ." He trailed off, frowning. "It's just Earth. Please let me by." They snarled loudly, backing up trying to crowd him out, back outside. Everyone glanced over at the enraged sound, startled. "Bloodmoon please," Sun pleaded, trying to go around but was stopped.

Moon threw his hands up in frustration, stomping over and crouching to their level, irritation flickering in his optics. "Listen here you little shits." He hissed lowly, "I don't know what you have against our sister, but you are going to pull your shit together and be civilized ." He snapped, baring his teeth at them in a brief show of dominance. He stood, brushing himself off and leveling a steady glare at Sun. "Make your dogs behave or I'm going to tie them to a post and they can sleep in the yard like the animals they are."

The twins faltered, looking up at Sun hesitantly. "Moon- you aren't going to-"

"I can and I am." Moon threatened lowly, before schooling his expression and walking back to the group, taking the trays of cooked meat with him. 

Sun slumped, arms wrapping around himself. The twins shot Moon a venomous seething glare before Sun crouched by them. "I don't know why you don't like Earth." He mumbled, "But can you please put in the effort to get along? Just for tonight? She's family."

Their eyes locked on Sun and his pleading expression. He really wants them to get along with that Earth girl, doesn't he? That stupid, manipulating piece of asswipe? The twins blinked and gave Sun a long, exasperated, exaggerated sigh, which was sort of funny when it came to the twins.

"Bloodmoon?"

"Yes."

"Very well.” 

“We shall.” 

“For this night.”

“For you. . . "

Sun gave them a small smile, patting their head. "That's my good boys. Thank you. I'll reward you later if you two continue to be good, okay?"

Sun stood up and. . .  reward? Now that piqued their interest. Maybe they should go on and try to be good—just for now. Sun walked outside, placing the huge pot of rice down before greeting his sister. The twins soon followed suit, pushing the cooler and the items and placing them beside the table.

"Hi, Sun!" Earth chirped at the sight of her brother, hugging him, and Sun hugged her in return.

"Hey, Earth! How are you? Been a hot minute since I've seen you last—"

"Oh, everything's dandy!"

Lunar took note of a pouting Bloodmoon and motioned for him to come over to the grills, but they didn't want to. All they did was sit on the floor and kept a close eye on Sun. . .  all the while keeping his distance from that manipulator.

Earth took notice of the set of eyes that watched her but ignored it for now—focusing on her brother, Sun.

"So glad you could stop by! Me, Lunar, and Bloodmoon started on the grill—and I even prepared something sweet afterwards—"

"Ooooh, what is it?"

"Halo-halo!" Sun chirped, happy.

"Yayyy! I've been meaning to try that for a while! I heard it was a bit weird because of the combos people put in it—like some even put beans and peanuts in there—isn't that weird?"

Moon and Lunar were over by the grill.

"Hope you weren't giving Sun any trouble while I was working on some things?" Moon teased.

"You sir, always think I'm up to no good."

Moon chuckled. Lunar slid him a piece of meat, and Moon ate it swiftly before Sun could notice.

Sun noticed Bloodmoon was still sitting on the floor by himself—maybe he should ease him, distract him. Walking towards the duo, he smiled slightly at them. "Hey, you two."

Their gazes shifted to the mechanic. "Eclipse rip off." There wasn't any heat behind that greeting.

"It's Solar," he corrected. "You're gonna get a sore butt if you two sit there—want to do something fun? Like. . .  hm, make some halo-halo?"

The twins shook their heads. They didn't feel like eating or making something right now. They wanted to look at their Sun, and watch over him as that stupid manipulator was out and about.

"Huh. . .  I thought you two enjoyed sweet treats?" They shrugged, and Solar realized there was maybe more to the situation than they were letting on about. He huffed and sat down next to them. “So what’s the beef with Earth?”

They blinked, startled by the blunt question. “Don’t trust her.”

Solar snorted, “That much is obvious considering everyone has seen the way you’ve been dancing around her.” He nudged them, giving them a lopsided smile. 

They frowned back, “We have not been dancing .”

“We do not dance .”

“Do we even know how to dance?”

“Yes, other. The dance of the hunt.”

Solar shook his head, these two were way too literal sometimes. “It’s a figure of speech.” He amended. “It means to avoid someone or something.”

“Oh.” They mulled it over, storing the new information away for later use.

“Why don’t you trust Earth?” Solar prodded, resting his arms on his knees.

“She is a liar.”

“Manipulator.”

“Traitor.”

Solar frowned, those were words he wouldn’t even think to describe Earth with. “I feel like that’s a bit harsh, Earth has never done anything untrustworthy. I’m not even sure she can lie.”

They just growled lowly in response. Solar rolled his eyes, ruffling up their hat, much to their dismay. He chuckled as sharp teeth threatened to sever the offending fingers. They fixed the fuzzy cap with a grumble about ‘ stupid eclipse copy ’, but didn’t protest when he swung an arm over their shoulder in a sideways embrace. 

“I think you’re overthinking the whole thing, bud,” Solar said, amicably. “And you’re not going to enjoy yourself if you sit here and act like Sun’s tiny guard dog. Let’s go get something to eat, Sun even kept one bloody rare just for you two.”

Their gaze snapped to the table at those words, and they reluctantly let Solar pull them to their feet. Solar carried the twins like a cat, penguin-waddling towards the table. Blood chuckled. The position itself was funny; he couldn't help it.

"Up up up." The mechanic plopped Bloodmoon down on the table, and they sat. Their eyes scanned the tools—the knives—and that one large piece of meat that was rare, barely cooked. . .  they drooled.

Solar handed them the meat, knowing that one was specifically theirs because, well, it was barely cooked.

The twins attacked it, ripping into it happily, taking in the juicy flesh between their teeth—bits of flesh and blood dripped from their mouths, making a mess of their shirt, pants, and hands.

"Slow down, Bloodmoon, no one's gonna take it from you." Solar chuckled, leaning on the table behind him. He took a skewered barbecue that was finished cooking and ate it. "You don't wanna choke yourself," he stated.

Earth glanced at the messy twins, and that, in turn, only glared at her—eyes narrowing at her before snubbing her—body facing the side. . .  rather dramatic, eh? Earth slowly took her gaze back to Moon, who was offering her a plate of rice and barbecue; she accepted happily.

"And a plate for you. Made sure I gave you the part you wanted—the boneless one."

"Awww thank you, Moon!"

Then they noticed Sun glancing at them, and their expressions changed almost immediately; they smiled goofily at the animatronic, the raw meat stuck in their mouths. . .  it was stupidly cute, if not rather messy.

"We like the meat."

"It's big and red."

"Juicy."

"Thank you."

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Dinner went as smoothly as it could, considering everything happening. It had been a while since they had all gotten together. . . as a family. 

Sun felt bitterness swirling inside him, seeing how happy and easy everyone's conversations were. Specifically Moon. He fit in so well with everyone else, he never raised his voice at them, never threatened them. They made him laugh, smile, at ease. And Sun. . . just wasn't good enough for that, he supposed.

It made sense, he was the screwup. The dumb one. Incapable. The babysitter, he thought with an edge of irritation. He ran the daycare. He took care of the angry parents because Moon couldn't; Moon got violent. He dealt with the mess that Moon left behind. He wasn't better for anything than cleaning up his brother's messes. . .

He was still cleaning up Moon's mess. The entire reason Eclipse was an issue was because of Moon. Eclipse never would even exist without Moon's selfishness. But. . . 

White optics scanned the room, pausing his thoughts.

Neither would Lunar.

. . . neither would the twins.

And that realization tore something ugly in him loose. That if he could change it, he wouldn't. That he would live through the same situations over, and over, and over. As long as it always ensured this ending. This wasn't perfect. They weren't perfect. There were still issues. But they were all still here . A. . . family.

Guilt tore at him. Sure, they were a family, but what about the twins? Moon would never accept them, even if they spent years with flawless behavior. Just like how Moon would. . . never accept Sun . How Sun would never be good enough for his brother, would always be a source of his irritation. Of his disappointment. Killcode's fearful expression flashed through his memory banks, horrified at the thought that Sun may be cruel enough to kill his children. 

The daycare attendant slipped outside, seemingly unnoticed in his absence, mumbling some weak excuse to anyone who cared enough to hear. His feet took him away from the house, full of laughter and joyful conversation. Down to the beach, over to the dock, where they couldn't see him from the windows. 

Quiet. 

When was the last time he got to just sit and think?

Sun sat down at the edge of the wooden dock, breathing in the salty sea air. . .  He leaned back on his hands, eyes fixed on the dark waves crashing onto the shore. His gaze shifted to the horizon—where the full moon shone so bright. . .  and the stars. . .  oh, the stars.

He looked up to the stars. There it was—Gemini—the twins. Capricorn and the rest of the constellations. Which only reminded him of Eclipse. The date they had under the stars. The unexpected tenderness. How he looked at him, how he held him. . . 

He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. More reason to feel guilty. He tried to silence his mind, focused on the sound of crashing waves. It helped a bit.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Bloodmoon had devoured at least ten glasses' worth of halo-halo that Lunar and Solar had kindly made them. It distracted them to the point that they didn't notice their sunshine was gone until he was out of sight. Their eyes scanned the porch. They sniffed the air. . .  he was close by at least, and that settled them enough to focus back on whatever Lunar was talking about. Something about. . . anime? They were having a hard time following, but bits and pieces made sense and they listened silently.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Earth and Solar were leaning on the balcony. They talked about different kinds of knitting techniques. . .  Earth saw Bloodmoon with Lunar and thought she could be nice? She waved at them and motioned for them to come over to chat. Bloodmoon, being a petty animatronic, snubbed her. Moon noticed and glared at them. 

"Bloodmoon."

"Moonman."

"Be nice."

"We are."

"No, you aren't."

Oh, but they were! They just weren't going to go and talk to Earth is all.

"Moon, it's fine," Earth assured him.

"No," Moon declared, marching over to the twins. "Whatever issue you have with my sister you need to get the fuck over yourselves." 

They growled at him, shrinking back and away as he crowded their space. "Fuck off Moonman." Blood snarled, pupils shrinking. 

"I'm sorry?" Moon said, giving them the chance to retry that sentence. 

It's not that they were unaware of the tactic he was pulling, Eclipse pulled it all the time. It's that they refused to be pushed around by someone just because he viewed them as 'less' than him. "We said fuck off ." Harvest ground out between clenched teeth.

Red optics hardened, Moon's hand shooting out and grabbing their arm before they could dodge. "You want to growl and snap and act like mutts? Fine." He said, dragging them forward with a yelp. They strained to get away, but they were too light and their feet had no friction on the wood floors. 

"Moon-" Solar tried, taking a step forward. 

" Back off ." Moon snapped, and the eclipse faltered, a staticky audio file playing quietly as he took a step back, hands raised defensively. Moon didn't really care about his friend's reaction, he was seeing red. These two beasts invade his home and his family, take up all of his brother's time, then growl at his sister? Spoiled, untrained, dangerous animals, He thought, dragging them out of the house into the garage. 

He threw them against the wall, and they collapsed in pain, curling up into themselves with a choking cough. Something crackled as they inhaled, shaky short gasps. The impact had snapped one of their rib struts, and it pressed against their motors and wires painfully. They dared a glance up and were met with Moon's cold glare. "If you can't be civilized then you can stay here like the animals you two are. When you're ready to behave then you're welcome to rejoin us inside." He regarded them with a sneer. "But I'd personally rather you don't come back at all. No one wants you here anyway, everyone knows we'd be better off if you just killed yourself. You're just a waste of my brother's time." He muttered, spinning on his heel and slamming the door behind him.

What did they even do to deserve this treatment?! They didn't even do anything to Earth. All they did was eat their meat and not talk to her—behaved and complied with Sun. But apparently, it wasn't enough?! The twins were frustrated! They wanted to scream—to chase after Moon. Those thoughts were cut off when they tried to move, the pain, the pain! They winced, groaning.

"I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM!" Blood's voice cried out to his other. Harvest, within their systems, tried to reassure him, to calm him down. Their eyes teared up. Those words were harsh, unnecessarily cruel. What have they even done to deserve that in the first place? "Cruel. Unnecessarily cruel he is." Bloody sobbed. "We didn't do anything! We didn't harm anyone, and this is what he does?!"

Harvest's hand, which was on the left, held on to Bloody's, which was on the right. "Blood—dearest, calm down." He comforted him. Blood was freaking out—confused and shocked. Harvest was in the same way, but he needed to stay calm for his Other as they felt their systems stutter, nanos failing to repair the internal damage. Their body shook and they coughed, staring in horror as small splatters of red stained the concrete.