•#~*| Solars Adventures ~•~ A SaMS fan-oneshot book |*~#•

•#~*| Solars Anxiety |*~#•

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Requested by; Nobody

Type: wholesome

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After Solar read the note, telling Computer to notify him when he arrived and all that fun stuff, he'd gone to a large storage closet, his room - until Sun and Moon could get him a proper room. But knowing Fazbear, that'd be quite a while.

Solar would sigh deeply through his artificial chest. Though it didn't do much to relieve the stress and anxiety he felt currently. It was coursing through him in waves. As if it were his blood.

"What the hell do I do when he gets here?... what does he plan to do to me... what does he plan to do to them... what does he plan to even do!?" He would mutter to himself as he silently paced in his small room. Kicking away discarded screws and other unused tools.

Solars mind would race a mile a minute. Unaware of the telltale signs of a panic attack as he sat on the old beanbag he used as a bed - even though he doesn't technically sleep, the feeling of escape is nice sometimes.

Solar would clutch his "Superstar Daycare" shirt as his servos and mechanics began to struggle with movement and processing. Holding his head in his palm as he leaned onto his knees while one would bounce at irregular speed.

"W-what the hell?.." he'd mumble as he seemed to begin to hyperventilate and grow frantic with his synthetic breaths. The mechanical parts in his torso were softly hissing and stuttering.

"This... how- I need help." He'd think desperately as he tried to stand, only for his knees to buckle as he fell to the ground with a thud.

Not long after, rushing footsteps were heard and a voice calling his name. The door opening harshly, temporary silence, then a pair of hands in front of him as he was heaving and gasping desperately for the air he didn't need but seemed to want and crave.

It was Moon. He was speaking quickly but also calmly.

"Hey, hey, hey... easy.. Solar. Solar, I need you to look at me. Can you look at me?" He asked with his raspy and deep voice, looking concerned for the mechanic he'd grown to know as a close friend.

Solar would lift his gaze up to the moon man, shaking and unfocused. His orange eyes were uncertain and almost frightened with the situation.

"Good, there you go. Good job, now in for three, out for three..." he said softly, hoping to soothe the attack. He's done this plenty of times before... okay, he's done this once since he's been "revived". But still, he seemed to know what to do. Like muscle memory.

Solar did what was asked and took a deep shaky breath for three seconds and let it out for three seconds, it worked momentarily. He fell back into a brief anxiety before a new voice snapped him back.

"Solar?..." the voice of Lunar. Lunar, the first other animatronic he'd gotten attached to, other than Sun - his Sun, at the very least.

Lunar, the one he'd grown fond of and cared for as if he were his own creation. He'd recognize that soft, high pitched and comforting voice anywhere.

"Hey... Solar... you're okay, y'know that?" Lunar said as he sat on the ground in front of Solar, legs neatly folded under him and big blue eyes looking worriedly at his friend. He was holding a small hand out for his friend.

Solar took the small hand as his breathing would calm ever so slightly. He would become comfortable, the physical contact seemed to be working well enough. Moon set a hand onto Solars back, gently patting and strumming his fingers rhythmically. Solar let his body relax... his joints softly creaking from the tension release. The gears in his torso would softly whirr and grow quiet.