[this is an au were during the night toons go on runs to supply delilah and Arthur in the day they take care of kids and do daily tasks.] (floor 56) The elevator’s low hum was the only thing keeping Sunny awake. The other mains were beat up, Sprout was down to his last tapes, and Pebble had already been sent back to the main floor after taking too many hits. That left Sunny on distraction duty—exhausting, annoying, necessary. The door slid open and the Vee tapped her mic, pausing a beat before she sighed, “It’s a Gigi, Rodger, Connie, Yatta, and Looey.” Sunny let out a long breath. “Great. No one touch Rodger’s capsule. Move fast—we need to be back before nine.” He didn’t wait for questions. How long had they been down here? Two hours? Five? He’d lost track after floor twenty‑four. The faint glow from his body pulsed, light skittering off glass and the rows of capsules. He picked up a few items, scanning for anything useful. For a moment everything felt routine—until every hair on his arms prickled. He spun just in time to dodge Gigi’s arm and started walking faster. No point wasting stamina; he was naturally quick enough. Astro was on a machine across the room. Sunny gave a small wave and, grinning, pulled out an air horn. The blast echoed down the corridor. Twisteds scrambled toward the noise, and Sunny used the chaos to herd them into one tight cluster. Looping around them was easy enough, but dodging Gigi’s hand was getting old. “Last machine!” someone called. Sunny let himself smile. “About time,” he muttered, heading for the elevator. When the doors opened, the twisteds panicked. Sunny broke into a sprint. He slowed as he neared the elevator—no one was on his tail. Relief hit him, brief and bright, until he turned and found Gigi right behind him. “—crud,” he breathed, trying to sidestep. Her arm snagged his face. Pain flared; ichor dripped from a shallow scratch across his eye. He groaned and pressed a hand to it, vision blurring. He made it into the elevator and collapsed against the wall as the others filed in. Shelly crouched beside him, worry written all over her face. “Sunny! Are you okay? Should we head up?” Vee looked a little more serious than usual, and Astro was already leaning in, inspecting the wound. “It’s not…bad,” Sunny said, though the sting told a different story. He’d be useless as a distraction with one eye. “Yeah. Let’s head up.” Vee pushed the top‑floor button and rolled her eyes. “You couldn’t go twenty minutes without getting hurt, could you?” Sprout crossed his arms. “For someone who says they’re the fastest toon, you’re not great at—” “Sprout,” Astro cut in, voice calm but firm. “There’s no point making a big deal out of it. Let’s just…be quiet for a moment, okay?” Astro sounded calm, but it was clear he wasn’t asking. Sunny had to bite back a laugh. Sprout getting shut down by the gentlest toon in the group was… honestly kind of amazing. The elevator slowed, then stopped. When the doors slid open, Cosmo was already standing there. Sunny muttered under his breath. Of course Cosmo would be waiting — and of course he’d notice the eye immediately. The other mains all grinned (Astro included). Shelly leaned in and whispered, “Oooo, you’re in trouble.” They snickered as they stepped out, heading off to drop the ichor off with Delilah. Cosmo took one look at Sunny’s eye, crossed his arms, and tapped his foot. “What did I say about staying safe…” he said, reaching up and giving one of Sunny’s rays a gentle tug — the way someone might tug an ear to scold without really being mad. Sunny winced. “Ow— okay, okay, I get it! I wasn’t paying attention, I’m sorry— ow—” Cosmo let go with a small sigh. “Alright. Come on. Let’s get that taken care of.” He took Sunny’s hand and guided him to their room, sitting him down on the bed before pulling out a small med kit. A few minutes passed as he cleaned the scratch and wrapped it neatly. “There. All done. And no more runs until this heals. I mean it.” Sunny rolled his eyes lightly. “Yeah, yeah. I got it.” Cosmo let out a tired laugh. “What am I going to do with you…” He stood, leaned down, and pressed a quick, gentle kiss to Sunny’s forehead before heading for the door. “Sprout wanted another cooking lesson, so I’ll be back later.” He slipped out, closing the door softly behind him. Sunny leaned back on the bed, letting his eyes drift shut. After a moment, he opened them again, staring up at the ceiling. The little glow‑in‑the‑dark stars he and Cosmo had put up weeks ago shimmered faintly. “Wish we could see the real ones…” he murmured, lifting a hand toward them. “…but that’s probably never going to happen… is it…” End of chapter.
this is a 50 follower special more about this au: during the day garden view is a musiem and a day care at night its a lab. toons go down the floors risking skin and bone to get research for deliliah and arthur .twisteds are failed attempts at creating a toon. meaning if a toon dies delilah will have to make more and theres a chance that it will fail and she'll need more ichor
