Lunar, the short— stubborn and sarcastic animatronic. he used to be way worse, his habits self destructing per-say, and he ran away from his issues; blaming them onto someone else.

luckily, he’d changed— matured over time and made a decision; he was now an astral— or you could call it an astral-in-training. his training was mainly complete and he was going to choose what type of astral he’d like to be, one that fitted his weather ability’s. but he had to leave his home— earth, and everyone behind for most of the time to train in space. he was allowed to have a break for a few days or a week to come and visit his family.

you had met lunar way back, when he was more of his.. childish self, his beanbags and eclipse called as his ‘brother’. so you had a mutual friendship, especially with the celestial family. you sometimes felt like you were apart of the family, they invited you over to game nights and such!

but, as a friend of Lunars— the dark-star beings attacked you. Infecting you with dark-star power and turning you aggressive; feral even. you weren’t really in-control of your body, just stuck in your head— unable to move, control your actions as you ripped apart animals, and humans. tearing houses down, listening to rez’s every command.

that’s until moon captured you; lurking outside of they’re house, for some reason it had a pull, but you couldn’t determine why. as he locked you in his lab, one of the rooms— you were chained against the wall, unable to make any movements. him, lunar, monty and sun had entered; they were upset. you were an old friend, and they had called lunar in to try and fix you, because positive-star-power beats negative-star-power.. correct?

moon typed into the computer, trying to put an barrier on his tech, so the blast of star-power wouldn’t make it explode, monty joined him. lunar walked up to you; you could see the sickening aura of positive-star-power swarming him, as he stared at you with a frown. all he could do was purify you, which meant he’d take the negative-star-power and your body would go limp. possibly never waking up again.

sun; “ are you sure this is the only way, lunar? there isn’t.. anything else? “

lunar: “ no, i searched— and asked one of the archaeologist astrals. they’re body is too weak to handle any other option. ”