Sun/Moon Oneshots!

Cleaning up

Authors note;
I figured it was only right to add Y/N into the mix as some comfort and maybe a wake up call for Moon.

Warnings; Mentioned/described voilence, swearing, bad plot, poorly written angst/comfort, very uncanon personalities

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Sun grumbled, pain still shooting through his core. He held the more damaged side of his face that was still profusely leaking oil, soiling his clothes and leaving a trail as he hobbled to parts and services, where you'd no doubt be working.

On the elevator down, he let out a sob, shoulders shaking. His legs wobbled, but he refused to let them give out, and almost ran out into the dark tunnel once the doors opened. "[Y.name]!" He called, trying and failing at sounding cheerful. "Sunny!" You called, a hint of worry plaguing your voice. You had gloves on, though oil still got on you and your clothes.

Upon seeing the state of him, you gasped. "Sun, please make your way into the cylinder I- I need to do repairs. We can talk about what happened after, if you want-" you say, running off to grab some parts from the surrounding areas. Sun stumbled into the cylinder, all but collapsing onto the chair and laying there. The amount of oil that had leaked from him must be what was causing him to go into emergency shut down (was this the robot equivalent to blood loss?, he wondered) and he welcomed it, knowing he was in good hands.

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You rushed about, placing everything outside the cylinder before quickly pressing the "Emergency repairs" and rushing in, getting to work on first stopping the oil that was leaking from the puncture in Sun's face plate.

It was horrifying; half of Sun's metal plate on the right side had been smashed in and dented, his rays on the left side crooked and bent like someone had grabbed them and... The thought that someone broke Sun made your blood boil, and you had to remind yourself to stay calm, lest you break Sun more.

You took a deep breath, the machine above helping fix the parts you couldn't, focusing on the whirring and thr gentle clicks you heard. Rather quickly, you fixed Sun, cleaning yourself up a tad before returning to the outside of the cylinder, pressing the button to end the procedure.

Sun remained still, and a whole new unease built in you, so you checked his charge. He was halfway charged, and moving Sun was difficult seeing as he was nine foot and all metal, so you took a deep breath and returned into the cylinder, attaching Sun to the emergency charging station (it was put in place if the robots were too damaged to move themselves) before walking out, letting Sun charge as you sat on the steps surrounding the cylinder.

As you rested your head on your hands, staring glumly at the floor, you wondered something. Where was Moon? Then, the confusion turned to disgusted horror as another thought rose. What if Moon did this?

You shook your head, no, he couldn't have. He loved Sun, they were brothers, he wouldn't... The more you thought about it, the more possible it seemed. "Beginning Sun_drop wake up. . ." The computer voice rang throughout the room, compelling you to stand and walk to the cylinder, where Sun had began to power on. You prayed your assumptions were wrong, waving at a discombobulated Sun who was looking about rather sluggishly.

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Sun sat on a table, swinging his legs (rather a miracle, considering his size) and humming. "Sun...?" You began cautiously. He looked up, tilting his head to the side. "Yea?" He was using his inside voice, as straining himself was not advisable. "You don't have to tell me everything, but... Who did that?" Sun froze, staring at you blankly, even the permanent smile on his face seeming strained.