Interlunary Solus (FNaF DCA Fanfiction)

Chapter 7: Hello, Death

I wrote this entire thing in one day. 

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The floral scent of lavender and the earthy scent of wood filled the room in no minor way, filling Y/N's senses before they'd even opened their eyes. They were lying in a soft bed under the fluffiest blankets they'd ever felt, not too hot nor too cold. The pain they felt before was gone for the time being, but their arm was numb and heavy.

Y/N opened their eyes. The bed was dark blue with a canopy of sheer light blue fabric with golden stars. They could make out flickering candlelight on dark walls, and they sat up. They looked down at their arm, only to find that everything below the elbow was gone. They were hit by memories of what had happened, painful memories.

There was nothing quite like the realization that they were burning. The searing had already traveled to encompass most of their lower arm when their brain managed to register the pain. Desperate, they pulled and pulled to try to get out of Sun's grip, to no avail until they found their voice to cry out in pain. Only then did he let go of them...

They gripped onto the blanket as their heart raced, trying to swallow back their pain. Not knowing what else to do, they took a series of deep breaths.

"Knock knock," A sweet voice called as a feminine figure stepped into the room. She was adorned in a fluffy white dress with black accents and a pair of wings rested on her back. A bowl of soup was in her hands. "A little devil told me you were awake... dunno how he does it, but he knows."

Y/N scooted away from her, staring at her with judgement through the sheer canopy. Their posture was even stiffer than before if it was possible. They couldn't bring themselves to speak, and their chest felt like they'd just run a marathon. The woman carefully sat down in a chair on the right side of the room, a tail laying itself on her lap.

"I'm not going to come any nearer to you without your permission, angel. Is it alright if I call you that? Sorry, it's a force of habit... I need you to try to relax though. Name five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste. No need to say it aloud, but figure it out in your head, okay?"

Y/N had absolutely no reason to trust this person. If it was a person, she hardly looked human at all, with the whites of her eyes being black, and the wings and tail. They didn't even know where they were... but it couldn't hurt, could it?

They could see the person. The bedsheets. The blue canopy. The golden stars. The flickering candles.

They could feel the blanket. The mattress. Their hair in front of their ears. The numbness of their arm.

They could hear her voice. Their own heartbeat. The crackling of the candle flames.

That one didn't help.

They could smell lavender. They could smell wood.

The taste in their mouth was dry and, well, there wasn't much of a taste there really.

"Who are you?" Y/N asked. They weren't magically fixed, no they still felt like they'd been to hell and back, but they could at least form words. "What are you?"

"I'm Spyril, and the easiest explanation I guess would be that I'm a demon. I come from the afterlife, and I'm basically a therapist for the poor souls dealing with the trauma of death... oh, but you aren't dead! I was asked for a favor on Moon's behalf by someone I care dearly about. He says your name is Y/N, yes?" What she was saying was unbelievable. Y/N had to be going crazy, or hallucinating. This couldn't be real.

Was that really a demon? Where were they? Would they ever get to leave? Their thoughts quickly spiraled.

"Why should I trust you?"

"You don't have to," Spyril said with a shrug. "Whether you trust me or not is completely your decision. I mean, you just lost your arm to someone you thought you knew at least a little about and found out your roommates were gods... I wouldn't -"

"Roommates, gods, plural? Both of them are gods?" Y/N didn't want to admit that they believed this, but they had to at least operate on that assumption and play along until they figured out what was really going on. "Explain. Now."

"Yes, both of them are gods. Sundrop, God of Life and the Sun. They do try to control their warmth, but under stressful situations, it can be difficult... Moondrop, God of Death and the Moon. Despite their title, they're far from cruel or evil. A little bit sassy and 'better than you' at worst."

"Where am I? What happened? Who were the people in the star masks? If they're gods then why can't they fix my arm? Will I be able to go back home to my old life?" Y/N's questions fired out like shots from a machine gun, practically tripping over their own words in the rush to get answers.

"No need to rush. I'm here, I'm listening, and I'm not going anywhere until you no longer have need of me. You are currently in Moon's realm. You received medical attention, and unfortunately an amputation was necessary due to the severity of the wounds. Those were Sirius A and B, two of Moon's reapers. B was there because it was supposed to ensure you didn't get harmed... it failed at that, but did get Moon afterwards. It's complicated, but essentially Sun cannot alter that which is already created, Moon can only guide that which is already dead, and Solar can only reside over that which is crossed over. Those three are the only three with any personal interest in your cause, and those who can technically help will not, as there is a general guideline of noninterference with individual humans."

"Solar? And if there's a rule of noninterference, then why did any of this happen to me?" Y/N felt as though something was wrong here. If they weren't allowed to interfere, then how did it get to the point that they could get hurt?

"Guideline. They don't have to follow it, but things usually turn out better when they do. Honestly, though? I'm not privy to all that information. It shouldn't have happened," Spiral muttered with a voice of annoyance and mild disappointment. "Are you hungry?"

"What?" Y/N gave Spiral a blank stare. The question came from out of nowhere.

"You're mortal. You need food. Moon made this themself for you." Spyril held up the bowl of soup.

"... Actually, can I talk to Moon?"