《The Sun & Moon (FNAF)》Peace
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Moon went to parts and service to be met with Vance knocked out in a chair with his head back and Missy with a sharpie in her hand.
"Heeey Moon." She caps the marker and throws it over her shoulder. "What's the problem or concern? If you need something replaced you'll have to wait till Vance wakes up" She walks around in front of the work desk giving Moon a meek smile.
Moon waves his hand. "Not a problem I need you to check AI" This has Missy go into immediate work mode and she starts asking questions left right and center.
"What's wrong with your AI, is it acting slow, not responding correctly, a movement issue, is it glitching out??" While Missy fires these questions at Moon she walks him over to a work table that's set up next to a large computer system set up.
"Missy calm down. It's nothing like that! Well, not completely- there was this minor problem where the newer developed part of my AI was trying to be its own type of AI and now it's not?? I just want to see if there are any abnormalities." Moon explains it the best way he can, while Missy listens while thinking if that is even possible.
"Alright! I'll see what I can do"
"Everything seems to have been checked out! Whatever that split was, it's gone now. Probably a coding error that luckily was able to work itself out." Missy unplugs the cable and sends Moon on his way.
"Heh, everything feels foreign and familiar at the same tim-" I'm cut off by a yellow blur crashing into me.
"MOON! I-is everything okay now are..." Sun's words break off but I know what he was going to say nonetheless. I wrap my arms around him and tuck his head under my own.
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"Yes, everything is okay. I am okay.... I'm your Moon. The one and only. Everything is alright now, Sunbeam." I squeeze Sun in my arms tighter as I hear a sob escape him. I love holding him in my arms. I love the artificial heat that comes from his body.
I pick up his head to wipe the tears from his eyes. "I love how your eyes never lost that lovely spark every time they looked at me. I love how no matter how much I may try you have an obsession with glitter glue. I love you Sunny. You have no idea how I longed to hold you like this again."
Sun stares at me, his big blue lit eyes giving me his full attention... and he smiles. It's small yet so serene. "I love you Moony...I've missed you. So much."
"I know."
I lean into Sun and he dies the same and we share a kiss. It starts off slow and soft and it's a good thing we're in one of the off-lit halls by parts and service. I lean Sun down our mouths exploring one anothers. The taste of lemon candy is strong on my tongue as the smell of metal and paper also fills my senses.
I love my Sunny and I know my Sunny loves me.
The Sun and Moon are once again complete.
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