𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥/𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥 Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

Happy Tears//Sundrop/Moondrop & child!reader

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This is part three to "Sleepovers And Nightmares"
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Five hours.

Rough guess.

You didn't know.

They still haven't opened the drawer.

They're still waiting.

Darkness.

It's all you see.

It's suffocating you.

You hope to Freddy Fazbear they leave soon.

Come on, you think, how can they sit here after so long?

That is until you hear Sunny speak. His voice is soft, and he is calm. "Come on out, starlight... Please... We're not going to make you go home..."

You can't trust him.

You're sweating, it's so warm in there. Why don't you just give up, get some of that refreshing, cold air.

No! that's exactly what they want, you think to yourself, defiant.

Your mum didn't raise no bitch (the times you cried over a fictional character do not count), even if she did abandon you here.

Moon is next to speak. "Sunshine, come on... I know it's hard to trust us, but we won't make you go if you don't want to..." You feel tears, hot and wet, sting your eyes. Why did it hurt? Why did it hurt not to trust them?

...Why don't you trust them...?

You almost give up, you almost push the drawer open and give way to your tears as you are pulled into their embrace, and your hand was halfway to the other drawer before you pulled it back.

The heat of the drawer consumed you once more. You were dragging this out.

Sunny sounded broken as he spoke. "You really don't trust us?"

Fuck it. If you went home, so be it. But you were not going to let Sunny cry because you had trust issues.

Your hand hits the other drawer with a light thump, and you push it open, sitting up and facing sunny as tears began to pour down your face. Oil was leaking our of his eyes, and you hated to see him upset.

It broke your heart more than anything else had.

You lunged for Sunny, finding yourself in his arms and you sobbed. Moon got off from where he was perched, rubbing your back as Sunny pet your hair.

"Okay, okay... There, there, you win, sunshine, you win..." He seemed to be less upset, but all the same... He still held that sadness. "You can live with us, it's okay..."

With that, you cried harder, but of happy tears.

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It's been three months since you began living with the twins, and life coudn't be better.

Even Vannessa warmed up to you, which apparently is a difficult task, yet you still managed it.

Eventually, you met this kid- Gregory. Apparently, he'd been here much longer than you, and he'd already mastered where every little thing in the Pizzaplex was.

This meant you got to see Gregory's dad, Freddy. (Well, Gregory called him dad once and then said if you told anyone you were as food as dead. So you didn't tell anyone)

Gregory did ask you, once, what your relationship was with the twins. "Well, I think of them as my best friends..." you admitted, nervous. You don't know why you were nervous, or why you looked away and went a little red at the-

Oh for fuck sakes! It's the child crush thing, isn't it? Damn it...

Gregory nodded, knowingly. "When I first met Freddy, it was when I had to explain I climbed inside his stomach hatch." He admits, and your eyes widen.

Yeah, that was a very long conversation (you two exchanged backstories) you two had.

At the end of the day, you got free food and drinks and a warm place to sleep, not to mention friends (but also got to stay inside all day, as well as free games). And that? Well, you'd trade that over a social life any day.

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Andddd done!

Hope that was a good little ending, but I'm sorry if it's not I don't know how to write this-

Thanks again to everyone who interacted with the story in any way, i never thought it'd be this liked-

I'm running low on ideas, so suggestions please?(that could be other parts to stories already written or new ones, I don't mind either) you don't have to, of course- it's completely optional.

Okay, enough of me rambling-

Bye!