Dear Google, What Kind Of Virus Makes Animatronic Co-workers Start Hitting On You?

Dear google, what kind of virus makes animatronic co-workers start hitting on you? 🤔

(Do not mention how the hat disappeared at the end of both panels, I have decided it is a magical hat and lives in a state of temporary-impermanence whenever I see fit) (Yes I forgot to draw it both times)

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Me when— me when— when— me—THEM

I apologize to the friends I’ve antagonized and confused by bombarding them about these two AAAAAAA

- sun rise -

Buried and Burned

FNAF Detective!Sun & Detective!Moon x Vigilante!Reader (SFW)

“I shouldn’t have to say this,” the chief begins, voice gruff. A thick mustache resting above his lips. He leans on his desk, his arms crossed with a reproach that bleeds into the room. “What both of you boys attempted to do was reckless and stupid.” “Sir,” Detective Sun squeezes his barely contained hands but stops as the chief shoots a look at him. “A mafia boss was at our doorstep, shooting at our own,” he continued to lash out with a red hot tongue. “And both of you not only endangered yourselves for the criminal vigilante but endangered your fellow officers.”

Word Count: ~9,300 Warnings: Guns. Possessive Behavior. Manipulated kiss (it is not coerced, but it is very manipulative so if that makes you feel icky, I suggest not reading). Anxiety. Stress. Slight violence. Blood. Injuries. Bruises.

A/N: Hehehe, I had a lot of fun with this part, finally getting to some much-requested answers about Eclipse and perhaps a little more on backstories! I think you'll find it enlightening. Not to mention, it's 1 on 1 time with dear ol' Eclipse. Depending on how much you love (or hate) him, it's gonna be interesting. Enjoy!