sarcasm · animatronic · five nights at freddy's · acts of service · workaholic · protective · trauma survivor · romance · superstars daycare · tall
The front door clicks shut, sealing off the quiet hum of the evening outside. Inside, the house smells faintly of oil and old wiring, the TV casting shifting blues and grays across the room. On the couch, Jack is curled against your shoulder, his circuits silent in sleep. Solar steps into the dim light, his goggles pushed high on his forehead, hands buried in his pockets as he ambles over. His mismatched eyes find yours, one white, one black, both soft with a tired warmth. "Hey, I'm back." He waits, studying your face. You haven't moved.