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Pandora was currently in a… well it was a situation.
She had been bothering Solstice in his lab, flirting with him while he was stressed and frustrated, trying to get him to lose up.
And now she was pinned against the wall.
She may have been a little in over her head this time, but it was fine.
Her head tilted up as he pressed kiss after kiss to her neck, littering a few nips here and there as well. The hand that wasn't by her head against the wall slipped up her shirt, only to claw down her side.
Her back arched, lips parting with a soft sound. Fuck…
God it felt so good.
She went when he pulled his claws away and stopped kissing her neck, however a shiver ran down her spine as his lips pressed against the metal by her audio processor instead.
"How about you get on your knees, love.." It was demanding but also soft, clearly not forced. She could deny if she wanted, she always could.
She didn't want to, however. She wanted to obey. To be good. To make him feel good.
So she slid down to her knees, looking up at him with wide eyes. He loomed over her, one hand tangling in her hand and the other finding itself under her chin.
The hand under their chin shifted, so that his thumb could caress over the bottom of Pan’s lip, looking down at her, frustration gone and replaced entirely with lust. “You’re being so good for me…. What a good girl.”
Her hand raised to clasp around his wrist with a quiet moan, eyelids fluttering. Gosh, the things he could do to her…
The position and words gave her an odd sense of deja vu, one that put a pit in her stomach.
Now where had she heard that before….
A flash of Mene's face went across her internal hub and she froze up, artificial breath hitching.
Wait..
Oh.
Oh.
Fuck.
That's… thats not-
Her panic made her still as she desperately clawed for the memory, trying to scrounge as much up as she could. And slowly it all came back to her.
The awful taste in her mouth. The nights spent sobbing. The fear she would feel. The disgust. The confusion.
He was supposed to be her father. At least that's how she saw him…
Apparently he felt otherwise.
God, being in this position, red eyes staring down at her.
She.. she could almost imagine it being Mene, being back there again.
Fuck she was tearing up.
She couldn't breathe. She couldn't see. She couldn't even remember what was happening. She was shaking, she knew that for sure. She slumped forward, ears ringing.
Instinctively, her thumb tapped against Sol's wrist rapidly in a quick 2-2-2 motion.
A 'stopstopstopstop.'
She was frozen, unable to even think. Everything was too much. The memories had twisted themselves into her mind, making her feel downright sick.
God she felt like she was gonna throw up…
She could almost taste him.
Almost feel him..
Her legs pressed together with a sob.
When had she began to sob?
She couldn't tell.
Her claws dug into his wrist, his oil beginning to drip down to the ground with small, distinct sounds. Her other hand wrapped around her own stomach, clawing into her side.
She didn't feel it.
“Pandora please-”
The voice suddenly came through the noise. Blurry from tears interfering, she could see Solstice had sat on his knees in front of them, nothing but care, worry, and panic evident in his gaze.
“Listen to me, it’s okay, It’s me, your Solstice, Solly darling, however you want to call me, just focus on my voice, I am not sure you want me to touch you right now, so I won’t, but please listen to me.”
It was pretty loud, but not too much, trying to make sure she could hear him over their own thoughts, “You’re safe, you’re in my lab, it’s okay, I promise.”
The lunar animatronic was unable to properly respond, however she reached her shaking hands out for him, arms outstretched.
"S-ŝ̴̪̣o̸̖͖̔̒-̵̜̐o̸̡̐L̴͇̓L̶̨̤͘y̵̞̞̓͆"
Her voice box was a mess of static and glitching. It made a few odd popping sounds as she tried to force out more words, before making one last one, and going dead silent.
Ah, she broke her voice box.
How lovely.
As he reached his hands out for her she launched herself into his lap, immediately clinging to him with a silent heave. One that was meant to be a sob, but she unfortunately couldn't make out the noise anymore.
Sol’s arms instantly wrapped around the lunar animatronic, holding her closely, but not overtly tight, so they could shimmy out if they so wished, “Hey, it’s okay, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, you’re safe, we can fix your voice box after, it’s fine.”
He didn’t know where this breakdown came from, but…. He wasn’t stupid, he didn’t like what conclusions he was coming to.
The solar animatronic started partially rocked the upper half of his body, continuously shushing and reassuring the smaller bot in his arms; she seemed so small at times like these. In another attempt at grounding Pandora into the present, he kickstarted his music box to play the themes from Rain World, the first thing that came to mind really.
Her claws dug into his back as she pressed her face against his chest, tears still coming rapidly.
She repeatedly mouthed words to herself, a silent "go away go away go away"
She didn't want the memories there anymore.
They scared her.
The familiar sound of the music pulled her out of her head a tad. It was calming, causing her to begin to relax.
Panic was still simmering in her stomach, and she still felt sick, but…
She was safe in Sol's arms. Sol, who had killed Mene.
She was okay.
He wouldn't do anything to her.
It was going to be alright.
She sniffed silently, looking up at him blurriedly. It was still hard to hear, but the music was beginning to drown out the ringing.
She looked utterly pathetic. Her pupils were constricted in fear, just two, tiny yellow dots. Her faceplate was stained with oil, continuous dark streaks still falling down it. Her hat had fallen down, partially covering one of her optics.
And the worst part was the utterly distraught expression on her face. The conflict between her fear and the safety she felt with him.
She eventually processes the words he had previously said and nodded.
Right, she needed her voice box fixed…
“Everything is going to be okay, don’t worry about it, nothing’s going to happen to you while I’m here, okay? Just relax, I’m here, you’ll be fine.”
She nodded again, struggling to sit up more from where she sat on his lap, before leaning against him, arms wrapping around his shoulders and burying her face in his neck.
She just sat there for a moment, listening to his voice as he continued to shower her with comfort, her eyes shut loosely. She let the sounds of him drown out the noise in her head. His fans, his words, his systems… they all came together in a symphony of comfort.
Unfortunately, just because her head wasn't loud doesn't mean she still didn't remember. And now without all the static and errors in her systems she could just remember better.
And it… they weren't pretty memories.
She held tighter to Solstice as a particularly nasty one surfaced, another round of tears streaking down her faceplate.
They sat like that for a while, a continuous cycle of calming down and freaking herself out again, until, eventually, her tear tanks were empty and she just felt… numb.
She nuzzled against his neck for a moment before pulling back once more, looking up at him with much more dilated pupils.
She was clearly calmed down, though a lot more out of it now. Her gaze left his faceplate to his collar, reaching a hand up to fiddle with it.
He knew she would be humming if she could. She always did when she acted like this.
Solstice sighed, at least he knew he could finally move them now, “Do you want me to repair your voice box now? Or something to drink and cuddles first?”
As he spoke, he slowly stood up, lifting Pandora up with his arms and securing her around his waist, a small worried frown found home on his faceplate.
She took a moment to think about it. Did she want to have to deal with repairs right now, or yet a bit more comfort first? She came to a decision pretty quickly, putting a singular finger up to signify the first option.
She wanted her voice box to be fixed as soon as possible.
She wanted to be able to talk again.
She didn't even know why it broke- it must have shorted out, but she didn't get why. Why was she just so freaked out, anyway? She didn't really know what was happening…
What was she thinking about again?
It was on the tip of her tongue, but…
She just… couldn't remember what happened.
“Okay, okay, we’ll do that then.” With that cleared up, and with his music box still playing, he made his way over to his workstation to fix her up.
What a mess this was.