Sun And Moon Stories (Closed, No Longer Continued On Wattpad, Up For Adoption)

How Hearts Get Shattered (Yandere Sun and Moon x Reader Part 1)

(I'm putting my own story ideas in here because, f--k it.
Another thing, Sun and Moon are separate animatronics through out the entire book with the exception of the very first chapter.
Credit to the maker of the video and the maker of the tune.
I really like this song but I never watched the Netflix series the song comes from.
Also, Y/N will be 19 years old who is part cat and has wings in this to make it easier on my mind.
Aka they have cat ears with a super fluffy tail.
TW: physical and alcohol abuse, mentions of death, fire, and yandere.)

(With that said, enjoy the story)
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You had been living in the walls of the pizzaplex for as long as you could recall.
You had so many great memories here with both Sun and Moon but, there was one thing that happened to make you unable to even try and talk to them for the first time.
You knew you couldn't talk to Sun and Moon because of the children needing to be cared for all day but, would it really hurt to just have them be your friends and not have them constantly taking care of the children...?
You sighed and shook off the thought.
You wished Sun and Moon would love you the way you loved them, but, you knew it was probably never going to happen.

You then remembered something that you wished you could forget and move on with your life.
Something that almost made it so you would cry in front of Sun and Moon, begging them for comfort but you hid it too well.
At least, you thought you hid it very well.

*flashback start*

It was the memory of what your step mother did...
She had just come home from 'work' and was looking very drunk and angry.
You did your best to avoid her back then but, it still happened...
The beating still happened...
You were only 4 years old when it happened...
You were an only child but, you wished you had someone to save you from the trama...

The memory had traumatized you to the point you would flinch anytime someone raised their voice or whenever someone was reaching out to either hit you or in an offer to help you with something.
You were hiding in your room that you locked yourself in when suddenly, your step mom busted down the door and started to tear your room apart, looking for you with so much anger in her voice...
It was clear that she was trying to kill you now.
Your dad had quickly came in after your step mom to try and calm her down but...
This only got him killed by her hand, making her even more angry and making her start to blame you for his death...

Your step mother had soon found you hiding below the bed in a secret room that only you and your dad knew about...
Your step mother then started to beat you up...
She would beat you up a lot as she would ignore your crystals and pleas for help and full hearted, fearful sorry's...
When she thought you were dead, she got out of the secret room and went to the kitchen to drink some more alcohol or wine she had brought in, even though your dad had banned alcohol and many other things from the house unless it was medicine from the doctors...
You slowly woke up to the sound of your step mom smashing glass bottles in the living room and complaining about you and how much of a 'bad' and 'ungrateful' child you were...

You got up from a giant pool of your own blood, although your body was desperately begging you not to...
Your arms and legs were broken but you could still move them...
You stitched together a teddy that your father had given you when you were only 2 years old...
And yet, you somehow didn't hurt yourself when you stitched the teddy up.
You held your now stitched up teddy close and walked to a safe that only you knew the code to open.

You opened the safe to find a knife that you had hid from your family, just in case of something bad happening...
You started to sing a tune as your vision faded into black, then into red...
You continued to sing this lullaby as you heard your step mother cry out in pain and fear as she called you a demon from the deepest parts of hell...
Your vision didn't come back yet but you stopped singing.
It was then you felt yourself stab something but you couldn't see what or who you had stabbed...