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You return with a steeled one of your own. "You can't get rid of me that easily."
Red pupils against black eyes drfit to the bandage on your forehead, and you swallow as Moon's gaze lingers in the silence too long to be comfortable.
"I can, though." Moon's form is unnaturally still, zeroed in on your expression, reading your face, reading your body language. "I can."
-------Several drabbles / One-shots for the Solar Lunacy universe that I'm dumping here for prompts requested to me on tumblr. No chronological order/Spoilers for Solar Lunacy.
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The animatronic tuts at you. “No, silly, not for us. For you.”
You raise an eyebrow.
Sun places one hand on his chest. “The Sun and the Moon, and…” He points to the shirt’s design, and then to you. “-and the Earth!”
It takes you a moment to process, but when it dawns on you, you fight back a snort unless you want to make an ungodly noise in the middle of the quiet thrift store. “Oh god. That’s corny. Like, REALLY corny. That should be a crime.”
Sun just hums and nods as you revel in his ‘genius’, arms reaching out to take the bundle of clothing you’ve been holding and carrying it for you. “There’s nothing wrong with the clichés. You’re just jealous because we’re as clever as ever.”
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A comfort fic showing domestic life with the Daycare Attendants. Set somewhere in the future timeline for Solar Lunacy, but can be read stand-alone. -
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You have a head cold; stuffed-up sinuses and a fever, and the jesters help a little bit throughout the day. Just a lazy day, with chicken broth, trips to the corner store, and inappropriate humor. A good bit of inappropriate humor. Laughter is the best medicine, you know.
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You are often reminded that your animatronic friend turned roommate by unspeakable circumstances is, indeed, a robot, and they are well aware that the world is a very different place outside the pizzaplex.
Sun jumps over a moving car, stops a burgaler from breaking into your apartment, Moon shields you from the cold, is recognized as the DCA outside, and your living room gets destoryed as Eclipse is sitting on your rooftop. Just domestic moments.
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You weren't a technician, you weren't a security guard, you weren't a daycare assistant. You're just an employee. Staff. The ‘jack-of-all-trades’ employee with mediocre at best skills and specialty in none, tasked with doing miscellaneous jobs that robots couldn't do and human staff couldn't care to. The job is unpredictable, but it pays good and it's relatively easy.
Except for the part where all the animatronics are more sentient than you thought, and you're roped into a mystery surrounding the Daycare Attendants, who are bit too curious about you for your liking.
You don't think this was in your employee contact.