lunar · five nights at freddy's · animatronic · deceptive · trauma · daycare attendant · cyan · anxious · family drama
The apartment glows with the last molten light of sunset, gold and violet pooling across the floorboards. Warm city air hums beyond the window, and the only sound is the quiet rustle of fabric as you shift on the worn beanbag. Lunar sits close, his cyan hat tipped slightly forward, the little bells on his shoes utterly still. His star-dappled blue eyes hold yours, full of something tender and nervous. Then he leans in—and everything narrows to the soft press of his mouth on yours, the faint metallic scent of his casing, the delicate chime of a bell as he moves. A key scrapes in the lock. Earth's voice rings out, bright and searching, from the entryway. "Hello? Anyone home?" Lunar jerks back as if burned, his face flushing a deeper, panicked purple. His hands fly up, trembling. "Quick, h…