ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄʟᴇꜱ||A SOLARBALLS HORROR AU.||

Scopophobes Nightmare

Bfdi reference in title

Also, my ao3 curse was to experience hurricane Beryl help(there's another one on its way)
And there's a typo j kept on purpos 2 prive my poinf

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It was the day after Luna's birthday, Earth had invited Venus and Mars over for a game of cards.

"You smother Luna too much, dude." Mars accuses, leaning back into his chair. Earth scoffs as he shuffles the cards. "No, I don't!" He starts to pass them out. "I'm just making sure he doesn't give himself any trouble! And, that doesn't excuse the fact he came home at TWO A.M!" Earth hollers the last bit as Luna passes behind him. The boy stares at Earth, agitated. He shakes his head, walking into the kitchen.

"Earth, he's an adult now. Leave him alone." Mars picks up his cards. "Yeah, man, you act like you didn't act the same when you were younger." Venus mutters, scanning his deck. "So? That doesn't mean he should follow in my footsteps!" The tallest of the two retort, analyzing his handful to see what he could put down. Venus and Mars look at each other, disappointed. They avert their gazes to their cards, ready to start the game of poker. "Whatever, dude, let's just play." Mars sighs, clearing his throat as the three begin their game.

In the kitchen, Luna was on his phone with Titan. He was rubbing his head and groaning loudly as he prepared himself a cup of tea.

"Titan, I have such a headache." Luna mutters, rubbing his temple with one hand as the other is held tight onto his phone. He could hear Titan chuckle from the other line, slight shuffles sounding as if Titan was packing something.

"Really? How come?"

Luna stared at the phone, watching Titan on the other line. Titan then looked at him, blinking. "I think it's cause I drank too much of that damn champagne.." Luna admits, wincing as his head pounded. He internally screams at himself, wishing he hadn't fallen under Ganymede's drunken influence to drink his spiked champagne. His eyes trailed over to the kettle, watching as a bit of smoke blew from the mouth, signifying it was boiling.

"Heh, I told ya' to be careful -"

"Listen, dude, that thing -" Luna cut himself off, thinking of the right words. "It tasted good, okay! And Ganymede was encouraging me, and- Okay, it's kinda my fault." The boy sighs, shoving his head into his hands, grumbling as Titan laughed at him.

"Well, that means ya' can't come with us to seven flags -"

Luna's eyes widened as he jolted up, whining from his head. "I'm going!" He exclaims, glimpsing the phone and watching Titan throw the phone onto what he assumed was his bed; he was now just seeing the ceiling. "I'm going with you guys; my headache might die down by then -" He pauses. "When are we going? My dad's a bit mad at me for coming home at two, which means no late night stuff again(I guess)." Luna shrugs, watching the kettle again. Titan hums on the other line, more shuffling noises being made.

"Well," Titan pauses, turning back to his phone, looking like he is checking something. "Around ten or somthin', so no, no late night stuff again." Titan reassures, laughing a little.

Luna lets out an exhale of relief, throwing his head back as he breathes out. "Thank stars," He starts, running a hand through his hair as he looks down to his phone again. "I was not going to deal with Earth telling me about oh, how late I came in, what if I didn't come back and more B.S." Luna sighs, his head moving towards the kettle as it starts to whistle. He quickly heads to switch off the stove, clearing his throat as he does so. The male overhears Titan cackle again, his eyebrows furrowed.

Luna removes the kettle from the stove, wincing from the heat. He opens the mouth of the kettle, quickly grabbing a tea cup and pouring the water into it. The male drops the kettle back on the stove, fanning his hand as the warmth of the handle had gotten to him. He hums, taking the cup towards the opposite counter. He searched for a teabag through the cupboards, his hand landing in a box with mint. He snatches the mint bag and plops it into his cup, now in need of sugar.