Sun/Moon Oneshots!

Sun & Moon angst

Authors note;
This fic was inspired by an episode from "The Sun and Moon show".

Warning; described violence/g0re, bad plot, poorly written angst.

- If any of these things annoy you or upset you, please don't read.

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Sun put the last box on the shelf, humming to himself as he slotted it in perfectly amongst the others he'd arranged alphabetically. "And done! All boxes sorted and compiled." He said to himself, a proud smile on his face. Just outside the door to the storage room hidden away in the daycare, Sun heard grumbling. "Idiot, you're so stupid... Idiot, idiot..."

He turned, warily hollering a "Moon?" Before he witnessed his other half turn the corner, calling back "Yeah?". Sun waved energetically, "Hi!" He replied, Moon only giving a weak "Mm" back. "I finished the storage room!" Sun added, gesturing around.

"Do you like it?" Sun asked, staring at Moon, who was now leaning on the doorway. "Yeah, it's... Nice," he said, not looking around and instead focusing on the floor. "Now, there'll be no more fallen things and scattered tools!" Sun exclaimed, clearly proud of his work. Moon did nothing, however, and continued to stare at the ground. If it weren't for the slight twitching and occasional glance up, Sun would've thought he powered off.

"Oh, and I need help setting up the new nap time area, if you... Wanna help with that?" Sun added, cautiously. Moon did not appear to be top form, perhaps he was half charged, or going through an update of some sort. Whatever it was, it couldn't be too horrible. "Do I have a choice?" Moon spat, making Sun's rays quiver, retracting into his face plate slightly, as they did at too much noise.

"W-well, I could probably handle it on my own, if you weren't... Feeling it..." The weakness in his tone only seemed to irritate Moon still further. He groaned, bringing a hand up to cover his face plate. "I think the storage room looks lovely, don't you?" Sun asked, eager to move on and forget this ever happened: ironic, really, that he could handle kids in a bad mood but not his own brother.

"Yes, Sun, I love being reminded of how much of a mistake I am," Moon hissed, as Sun moved to grab an empty box by his feet and humming the daycare theme. Sun immediately stopped, staring at Moon who was now standing upright and glaring at Sun. "Y-you're not a mistake!" He argued, dropping the empty box, "You're my brother,"

After a moment of silence, one filled with awkwardness and tension as Moon glared at his brighter self and Sun watched the other worriedly, Sun sqeuaked "Are you okay?" To which Moon scoffed. "Do I look okay?"

Sun had begun to fiddle with his fingers nervously, looking around and only glancing at Moon's eyes before darting away again. "I-i don't know, I mean- was your sleep not as- not as good?" He rambled. Moon sighed, "You didn't hear it, did you?". It was a simple question, but it confused Sum to no end. What did he not hear? Whatever it was, he didn't have a good feeling about it. "No?" He answered, after a moment.

Moon shook his head, entering the room some, now blocking Sun's escape. "We had an engineer come down." He stated, and worry was swept from Sun. Of course, it was so normal, how could he be worried? "He cut his finger on something and-" Moon looked at the floor, seemingly re-evaluating whether or not to continue. These few seconds built a whole new unease in Sun, who began thinking the worst, a naïve part of himself still hoping he was wrong.

"I lost control," he muttered, and though it was quiet, Sun heard the anger and malice in his voice. "There's a dead body somewhere in the daycare, or our room, or the theater. There's parts of him all over," Sun did not have a digestive system, nor was he human, but at that moment he felt he was as close to the phrase "his stomach dropped and his heart sank" as a robot could be.