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glitterdragonthegreatprotector · 2 years

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This is a cross over between Hello Puppets and my FNAFtale AU. I turned a DM RP into a fic. Hopefully me and my bestie @sweet-and-insane can get back to the main crossover RP on @ask-underfazverse QwQ

But until then, enjoy this!

Fredbear and the puppets end up having a strange dream. A familiar one for everyone, except their new bear friend...

Fredbear was back in Riley's lab, except it looked much newer and cleaner. A man was strapped down to a table as Riley filled a needle some sort of liquid. "Riley! Riley, please-"

"You will die ether way. At least we will be able to bring you back by the next day."

She injects him with the fluid, and he passes out. She then proceeds to get a large saw.

Fredbear tries to interrupt. "RILEY!!"

Doesn't work. After a few minutes, Owen's legs are completely detached. She puts some chemicals on him that will preserve his body so it doesn't start rotting during the rest of the process. She starts hollowing out his body, removing his internal organs and most of his bones so that a hand could fit inside.

Fredbear continues watching in horror, the blood makes the liquid in his soul churn, mimicking nausea.

She finishes up by stitching felt gloves on his hands, since the fingers will snap off easily once he's mummified. He puts the guts into a large bucket. "Roscoe! Dinner time!" Roscoe crawls in and begins to devour the guts and internal organs.

The poor bear tries to find a way to stop the dream. He can't handle it anymore...

But he can't... he gags a bit.

Owen's body is put in a wheelchair and taken to a room. The others will be there "tomorrow" for the spell.

Fredbear follows, still trying to get the puppet's attention. She returns to her lab after. Roscoe was almost finished with his meal, his face covered in blood and chunks of organs.

Fredbear keeps desperately trying to stop the dream. Trying to knock something over. To make a noise to throw her off. To get some attention so he can get them all the hell out of here. Nothing works...

Riley starts cleaning Roscoes face. The dream skips to the next day, everyone gathers together. Mortimer stands before him. "Goodmorning, Handeemen! Glad we could all get together on this fine day! For so long, we had to watch our dear father waste away, but not anymore! He will live as we have lived, and in doing so, he will understand us, and begin to show us the love he never did! Stand back, and watch him be reborn!"

Mortimer attemps to cast a spell. Owen's body glows, but nothing else. "...Father?"

Daisy looks at him concerned.

"...Did it not work?"

Tears physically can't form in his eyes, but by his own creator, he would be crying right now. His voice cracks. "It SHOULD have! We made him just like us! The spell should have worked! Father! Father, wake up! FATHER!"

Mortimer starts shaking Owen's body. "FATHER, I'M BEGGING YOU! WAKE UP!"

Fredbear finally manages to interrupt the dream. Tackling mortimer to the ground. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL?!!"

Everyone panics! Mortimer casts a spell that throws Fredbear against the wall. As Fredbear starts to looks familiar, they remember that this was from the past. "...F-Fredbear..."

Fredbear glares at him. A cruel, but pained glare. "THIS IS WHAT YOU DID YOUR FATHER?!! THIS IS HOW YOU KILLED HIM?!!"

Tears stream from his eyes. He starts backing up, pressing himself against the wall. "I THOUGHT HE DIED BECAUSE YOU KEPT UNWILLINGLY SAPPING THE LIFEFORCE OUT OF HIM, NOT MUTILATING HIM BEYOND REPAIR!!! YOU SICK-"

He doesn't finish the sentence, as two human hands emerge from the darkness behind him. They grab him, and pull him into another dream.

He's back in one of his usual dreams. The one with HIS father...

The puppets own dream fades, and they see they're now in fredbear's nightmare as well. William afton shuts off springbonnie for the day. "Lock up when you're done henry... I'll see you tomorrow."

They see a man, sitting at a table. A bottle of alcohol in hand. The man reminds them of the fredbear they know. On the stage behind the man, standing next to springbonnie, is a cleaner, more innocent looking Fredbear. "...dad? Dad are you ok...?"

The bear looks at the man. "...dad... you've been drinking that stuff since Charlie moved away, and it's been making you act weird..."

The man takes another swig of alcohol. "...Charlie didn't move fredbear... for the last time she's.... she's gone. Dead... Charlie is dead fredbear..."

"I know... you keep saying that, but I still don't get it! I don't know what dying is, or why she moved to heaven... I miss her too, dad.... but everyone says she's in a better place, shouldn't we be happy for he-"

A bottle gets thrown at the wall, making the bear flinch. "SHE WAS MURDERED, FREDBEAR!!!"

The young bear stops talking, as the grieving man goes back to sulking. He gets out another bottle from the bag. "....I'm sorry, fredbear... I can't handle this right now... just- stop asking about it..."

The bear watches him, pathetically from the stage. Mortimer watches uncomfortably. This reminded him of his own father.

Henry finishes his other bottle of alcohol. He's so drunk, it slips from his hand. Breaking on the ground. The man looks at the clock, then gets up. He goes to shut off fredbear, a sad look on his face.

Before shutting him off, he takes out a crank. "...dad, what are you doing...?"

Henry shuts fredbear off, and drunkenly pushes back his springlocks. Once the bear is limp, he starts putting on the suit...

Mortimer remembered what Fredbear said while teaching he and his Handeemen endodorian magic. About the spring locks and how dangerous they are... He stepped out of the shadows towards Henry and Fredbear.

By the time he acts its too late. Henry purposely sets off the springlocks, and Fredbear's endoskeleton starts cruching him. Fredbear gets turned back on. "Dad- DAD!!! OH GOD, DAD!!! TH-THE SPRINGLOCKS!!! DAD!!! DAD DAD DAD!!!"

The man let's out a pained scream before shouting. "I-I'M SORRY...! I'M GOING TO SEE YOU AGAIN...! CHARLIE....!"

It dawns on Fredbear. "...You're dying... DAD?! DAD ARE YOU DYING?! IS THIS DEATH?! N-NO...! NONONONONONONONO!!! NO!!! DAD!!! DADDY!!! PLEASE!!! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?! DYING HURTS?! IS THIS WHY EVERYONE HAS BEEN CRYING?! PLEASE..! DAD!! DAD DON'T DIE!!! DADDY PLEASE, DON'T DIE!!! DON'T LEAVE!!! DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE CHARLIE!!!"

The two keep screaming, as the bear sobs. But the man's voice slowly starts fading. "D-DAD...?! DAD WAIT- NONONONONO!!! KEEP SCREAMING DAD!!! AS MUCH AS I HATE IT, KEEP SCREAMING SO I KNOW YOU'RE HERE!!! HELP!!! SOMEONE HELP!!! DAD!! HE'S DYING, I UNDERSTAND NOW, HE'S DYING!!!! HE'S GOING TO LEAVE!!! SOMEONE HELP!!! SPRINGBONNIE!!! MR.AFTON!!! ANYONE!!! HELP!!! H-HELP MY DAD!!!"

The man passes out inside of fredbear's body. "DAD?! DAD?! DADADADADAD- DAD?! ARE YOU STILL THERE?! WAKE UP DAD!! PLEASE?! PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD, DAD!!! DON'T LEAVE!!! WAKE UP!!! DADDY!!! HELP!!! PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP!!!"

The bear cries for help. The dead man's body crunching from his movements. Blood sinks in his suit, and spills all over the floor...

Everyone panics at the scene. It was too much, even for them and their misdeeds. Everyone except for Riley. She sneaks up behind them and uses the same crank Henry used. Fredbear shuts down again. Riley pulls Henry's body out of him. "Mortimer! We need a spell!"

Mortimer says a spell with a lot of grief and pain in his voice. The open wounds and crushed organs reform. He had still lost a lot of blood though. They still only have a small window of time to possibly save him... Possibly.

Meanwhile, Nick Nack and Daisy drag Fredbear out of the room. They clean the blood off of him before turning him back on. The bear sobs, and cries out. "DAD-"

He reaches out, trying to get up. Daisy pulls him back down. "He's already being taken care of, sweetie! Thank goodness our group has a doctor!"

He sobs, and hugs her. She rubs his back. "Shhhh... It's gonna be okay..."

The poor bear clings to the two puppets. He continues to cry.

Back with mortimer, Riley, and Henry. The window of time they have is quickly closing. Far faster than either of them can work... the man is a goner. "Nononono! He's not going to make it!"

Mortimer gets an idea. This may be a dream. But it feels FAR too close to reality... a real nightmare, forces him to come up with a real salutation...

"...Riley. I'm going to do something risky..."

"W-What?"

"I couldn't save our father, but maybe I can save this one... Time in purgatory will be worth it..."

He places a hand on Henry's chest. Both of them glow. Mortimer suddenly collapses. "MORTIMER!"

Henry's heart suddenly picks up pace. The suddenness of it causes his to wake up. He coughs up blood. His vision was blurry. Was he dead?

"Thank God- Okay, let's see what we can do-" She continues tending to him. But she knew that at this rate, all she can really do is delay the inevitable.

"...There's nothing else that can be done... You got half an hour left at most... Good God, what were you thinking...?"

The man weakly tries to push her away. Not recognizing her silhouette, but he sees her trying to help him. He's ready.... he's far too ready for this to let himself be saved now. Riley looks down on the dying man, grimly. "You only thought about Charlie and not Fredbear... Your son who still needed a father..."

She sighs. "...I'll go tell him so you can have some last words together..."

She arrives at the room the others are in. "How is he, Riley?"

Nick looks at her, petting the weeping bears head. It was heartbreaking... seeing him like this. He was once as innocent as a child, far more innocent than they were when they were brought to life, and yet... he was the one that was forced to suffer through this. He had done nothing wrong, not intentionally. He didn't deserve this... he was basically just a poor kid. With a heavy heart, she tells the truth. "...He doesn't have much time left. The damage is done, and it's clear he doesn't want to be saved anyways..."

Fredbear quickly goes to his dad. Already tearing up. He hugs Henry, carefully... the two sob, muttering apologies to each other. As life slowly leaves the man. The Handeemen watch sadly. They did everything they could, but people that sustain that sort of damage rarely ever pull through.

The man dies in fredbear's arms. Fredbear stares at his body. His blue eyes turning to his familiar black. His faces twists into a bitter frown. "....mine wanted to die.... yours DIDN'T...."

His words came out, like they were dripping with poison. It was the Fredbear they knew, but... he knew them a bit better now. Beyond just their deformed souls, forcing them to be parasites, in order to live. Beyond their dark spells. Beyond the hosts he had seen... he knew now of what they had done to their creator.

His own broken mind couldn't make sense of it.... his father ended his own life using him. He wanted his life to END... Owen...? From what he saw, the man wanted to fight, to LIVE. These puppets called him "father", like how he called Henry "dad". How could they even DARE do such a thing...? Riley answers honestly, looking away from that dreadful gaze. "...He was going to die either way... And he wasn't supposed to STAY dead..."

He laughs, bitterly. Unlike the fredbear they know... he's on the verge of tears... "....and you thought that mutilating him was going to help....?"

"The spell only works on inanimate objects... We wouldn't turn him into a puppet without cause..."

Fredbear just growls. He lays he dad down. Riley scoffs, and glares right back at him. "We had good intentions, Fredbear. Are you really going to just make of villains because of something from years ago? We litterly tried to save your father's life. Mortimer gave up his SOUL to save him and got sent back into purgatory, which he is absolutely TERRIFIED of. You think a villain would go through their greatest fear to save someone?"

He doesn't speak for a while. Dream or not, he can't ignore the selfless act. It takes a few minutes, before he finds his words. "....I am not in the best state of mind right now. For all our sakes, leave."

He looks at her, giving the same glare he did when he first found the bodies in the basement.

"...Fine." They leave the room.

Fredbear stays with his dad's body. He holds the body close. He stays with his father for a while. Humans walk into the dream, like they would have before. Henry is taken away in a body bag by police.

Fredbear continues to sit, slowly suppressing everything. Grief, pain, anger, and his hatred toward the puppets that he recognizes is somewhat misplaced.

He's aware how much of a hypocrite he is, knowing all about good intentions turning sour... but these dreams hit some sore spots. The way he views the puppets has once again, changed drastically...

Eventually the dream begins to end. They start waking up. Fredbear wakes up first. He sees Mortimer first. He was curled up and shaking in his sleep. He must be in purgatory in his dreams like Riley said.

Fredbear sighs, and puts a paw on his back. Mortimer turns a bit and clings to his paw. Fredbear watches him sleep. He may be suppressing all his feelings, but he knows that mortimer needs someone right now....

Everyone else wakes up, and desides they should spend some time away from Fredbear, knowing he doesn't want to deal with them right now. Fredbear stays with mortimer still. Waiting for him to get up.

He eventually wakes up. He looks mentally drained. Fredbear is too. They end up sitting together in silence.

Mortimer clings onto Fredbear. Spring brings them breakfast in bed. Fredbear doesn't eat his food. He leaves it on his desk. Mortimer doesn't eat much ether.

Fredbear stays pretty emotionless for the rest of the day. He doesn't eat at all... Mortimer mainly sleeps that day.

Next couple days, fredbear still remains somewhat distant from the puppets. But they notice it isn't just them, when he's even distant from his own brother...

The dreams REALLY messed him up...

The other puppets are distant as well. They spend most nights at the nearby hotel. The only one who stayed by him was Mortimer, who also seemed to be affected by the dreams.

One day, fredbear hugged him. Mortimer was caught off guard by the hug. "...Why are you...?"

"....we both need this...."

"...I-I suppose we do..." His voice cracks a bit and he starts crying.

Fredbear holds him close, rubbing his back. They stay like that for quite a while. Fredbear hums to him, a pleasant lullaby. He eventually calms down. "...Our fathers were quite similar, you know..."

Fredbear looks at him. "...oh...?"

"Both of ours had alcohol problems that led to them doing bad things... And they didn't love us like we thought they did..."

"....mine had a bit more problems than just alcohol.... he was like that for years after Charlie was murdered.... he loved me, but he loved my sister more.... I don't blame him..."

"I didn't think so... I don't blame my father either... He had a lot of issues he was going through, and... it made him do things he regretted..." He rubs his shoulder.

"....humans are just like that... especially ones making stuff for children... it's like I always say, places of innocence are magnets for tragedy...."

He sighs. "...I just realized neither of us knew much about each other's fathers... I only vaguely knew about your father's death..."

"Yeah... I never really mentioned much about him... But it might be easy to tell when you know about the spell... Did you know the spell he used to bring us to life was a mirror spell? Parts of his personality became part of ours when we were created... We just happened to only get the bad parts..."

"...I see. That might explain a few more things... more reasons why your souls were deformed, and that could possibly be why bringing him back didn't work if ya tried to use the same one... using a mirror spell is... inefficient. For something like that at least... no wonder why it kept backfiring..."

Mortimer sighs, as Fredbear looks away. "...if ya wanna talk about it... what was he like....?"

Mortimer thinks for a moment. "He was stressed out most of the time... He felt like the whole world was against him... Everyone but us... He didn't even have a real relationship with his OWN father... He's the reason he never had a real childhood... He had a therapist he went to, but stopped going when they suggested that he stopped talking to us... Said he was developing a personality disorder... We used to only exist in his head before he used the spell... Maybe the therapist was right... Maybe we were just alters back then..."

"Interesting... that was a poor therapist though. DID is a way someone traumatized in childhood copes, or at least thats what i remember reading up on it. Him talking to you, if you were alters, was actually him handling things well. He probably should have gone to a different therapist though..."

"Probably..."

"You have any good memories about em...?"

Mortimer smiles a little. "...Yeah... Around the time when we first started the show... It was the happiest I had ever seen him... His dream was finally coming true..."

Fredbear smiles a bit too. "Guess that's another thing they had in common... both our dads were happy during show time...."

"Mhm..."

"My dad always had a kind reputation... he made the fazbear franchise to be a sanctuary for children and adults alike... saw adults as nothing more than big kids that were hurt too much in life..."

He chuckles. "He made me so he could take turns on the show. I was made as a toonie reflection of him. He made my AI be like his personality, if he was never hurt in life.... made me innocent and pretty naive-"

Mortimer stares at the ground. A distant look on his face. "That's lovely..."

Fredbear sighs. "He only changed after the murders happened.... Charlie, along with some other kids went missing.... then nightguards were also going missing... we lost employees by the thousands for only a few years.... Mr. Afton was able to help the company cover things up, to the point where my dad didn't even need to say anything to the public.... it ate em up inside though...."

"I see..."

"After years of not having him with me... it just makes more and more sense WHY he did what he did back then.... the guilt from not being able to have the bodies of the children found... the depression he developed from not being able to handle Charlie's death... on top of developing an alcohol addiction.... that night was a drunken impulse driven by pain.... honestly I would've- mm."

Fredbear stops himself mid sentence. It takes him a second, but realization hits Mortimer. He finishes the sentence for him. "...Would have done the same...?"

Fredbear remains silent, as his face twists with shame. Mortimer sighs and hugs him. "...Glad you're still here..."

"....my death would matter just as much as my life.... why bother either way...?"

He hugs back. Mortimer buries his face in the bear's fur. "The world wouldn't be as bright of a place without you..."

Fredbear smiles painfully. "....h-heh.... I really don't... believe that... ya know...?"

Finally it was Fredbear's turn to cry. Mortimer looks at him, as oil droplets start forming. "Hey, I'm an honest puppet, Fredbear... I wouldn't lie about that..."

"...y-you just haven't gotten tired of me yet... you haven't seen me at my worst yet.... pretty sure your opinion would change..."

"We'll see about that..."

The two cling to each other for comfort. They stay like that for a while. Before eventually going to get the other puppets from the hotel.

Fredbear and the others start getting along again. Fredbear is still a little distant, but he's more accepting of what they've done. They head back to Fredbear's house.

Fredbear tends to hang out with mortimer and Roscoe more. The other puppets occasionally hear them talking about their creators, and the memories they had together. Good and bad. Fredbear is more careful not to mention his suicidal tendencies, while talking with mortimer. Since the other puppets returned.

He eventually warms up to the others again. He starts getting closer to them again. Eventually they start joining in on their conversations, talking about the past.

Everyone soon goes back to normal. As normal as it can for their odd little friend group.

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ocmerunaway · 10 months

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Zoe comes home... or does she?

#hello puppets #zoe gubberson #riley ruckus #zoe/riley #riley/zoe #gubberson daughter #oc fic

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sarilolla · 2 years

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Riley's fact list (Belongs to my Bee/main au)

This one-shot is connected to my main au "Hello Puppets with Bee" and is mentioned in chapter 18 of the sequel

Not a request - 1237 words

TW: Mention of past injuries, mention of past fire, mention of kidnapping, mention of past argument

Summary: Riley's fact list, showing some of what she went through since being brought to life

This is totally not a diary, how dare you assume that, Nick?

Riley's fact list — Fact #1: My name is Riley Ruckus. I am a scientist. I am a wooden puppet.

Fact #2: I have a dog named Rosco. He is the most precious being in the world to me. I have hurt him too much to count.

Fact #3: I have 3 friends people I care about love am stuck with.

Fact #4: Our creator was not a good man. He escaped. I am glad he is gone.

Fact #5: We will stand together and care for each other, forever.

Fact #6: We managed to get through the fire unharmed. We lost some of the building, but most of the hosts are still alive, for now at least.

Fact #7: We have started a form of routine. A routine is nice, even if what we are doing is despicable.

Fact #8: It has been at least 3 years now. People still try to check out the studio, but it is getting rarer.

Fact #9: I shouldn't have started picking on my fingers. My hands hurt a lot now. None of us can fix it, along with other minor injuries we all have gotten. Who would want to fix us anyway?

Fact #10: Nick is struggling with moving his elbows, having gotten too much “red paint” in them. Both Daisy and I tried to help, but he will probably struggle for a while. I told him to be careful with how he used the blood, but he didn't listen.

Fact #11: Time has begun to blur now. I can't tell how long it has been since we were brought to life. People have stopped coming to the studio for Halloween as well. A shame. I enjoyed the different costumes, and getting to scare stupid teenagers was so much fun.

Fact #12: We are considering kidnapping humans to become hosts. Whatever world domination plans Mortimer has is not going well, but he will never hear me say that.

Fact #13: I am the one kidnapping new hosts. I want to see it as an honor but- It's an honor. But it also means telling felt puppet recruits that the hosts are there willingly. The felt puppets are quite naive and most don't survive my tests.

Fact #14: Someone managed to defy the voice us. The felt puppet is named Scout. I am impressed. She failed my tests, however, so I won't see how this develops.

Fact #15: I have no clue how Scout defied the voice, but I wish I could replicate it. She was watching the last functioning TV when I found her. I think I broke it in anger, I am not sure.

Fact #16: Mortimer has said to give Scout another chance.

Fact #17: Scout failed her second chance. She met Daisy and Nick this time, somehow. She intrigues all of us, a valuable piece in this puzzle. Mortimer has let her have a third chance, which is fine with me. The more data I have on her, the better. How did she manage to defy the voice more this time?

Fact #18: We have decided to wait a while for Scout's next chance. She may be interesting to all of us, but we can't play favorites. That's what Mortimer called it at least… Knowing what we put these felt puppets through I don't think anyone would think it was playing favorites.

Fact #19: Daisy has gotten hurt, relatively badly as well. A small fire, but her arm is useless now, and it destroyed parts of her dress as well. We got the fire out though, and no more injuries occurred.

Fact #20: For the first time, Nick and I had a fight against Daisy, as in we agreed on our side of the situation. It hurt to argue against her, she is the one person I feel like I can properly talk to. We told her she couldn't keep using any of the kitchen stuff because something could start burning again. We destroyed the kitchenware that could be dangerous as Mortimer distracted her. She is really angry with us now. I hope she doesn't hate me.

Fact #21: We have gone back to a routine again. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened.

Fact #22: There have been fewer people around the studio recently, and I can't figure out why! Yes, maybe we had kidnapped a lot of people, but we needed the life force! It angers me, but I refuse to move outside what I have determined as the safe zone. Some things are best to be careful with.

Fact #23: I saw something odd today as I was out. I could tell someone was nearby, but I don't think they saw me. I hope not, at least.

Fact #24: I don't know how many years we have been here, but this is torture. I don't want to do this anymore. Someone has broken into the studio as well, we don't know many times. I am worried.

Fact #25: I was so close to catching that pesky human. They might have been whatever I could feel spying on me as I was out. But I don't think so. At least not the first thing that watched me.

Fact #26: The bastard human that has broken in so many times has finally been subdued. He is now Mortimer's host. We have all been wounded… I refuse to show the others what happened to me.

Fact #27: Nick made me a mask. He is a good friend.

Fact #28: My face hurts, and it is painful to talk. I don't know how long I can keep the injury hidden from the others. What the hell did that human use to hurt me?

Fact #29: We have come to the conclusion Scout will get her third chance soon. In everything that has happened, I think Mortimer just wants to rip the bandaid off and see whatever more trouble the tiny felt puppet can cause. I don't think she can mess up much more than she already has.

Fact #30: Scout is getting her third and final chance today. Her new host intrigued Mortimer, he suspects this time will be even weirder than the two first. He is keeping something secret about this human, I know it. It's not the fact she genuinely was a fan of her show, there must have been something else, as he spoke with Scout alone after she awoke.

Fact #31: Scout is a traitor. She and her host escaped. The human is called Bee, she was interesting, to say the least. I will try to go back to our regular schedule, but the fact someone on the outside now knows of us is worrisome.

Fact #32: Going back to my regular schedule has proven to work, but my thoughts are occupied. The voice doesn't like it, but the traitor and her host are consuming my thoughts. I wonder if I could escape-

Fact #33: Daisy has left. Neither Nick nor I got to say goodbye. Mortimer let her go. Will he let us as well?

#hello puppets #hello puppets fic #part of my Bee au #riley ruckus

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phantom-of-the-ruckus · 1 year

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sighs....why do I keep doing this to myself XD

#hello puppets #WIP #Owen Gubberson #I keep doing this to myself #I'll keep this shorter actually #tw: mentions of murder #tw: murder #tw: mentions of blood #horror #fiction #fic wip #first person pov #riley is the narrator because I love her

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bunny584 · 1 month

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For I Have Sinned

“Let no one say when he is tempted, ‘I am being tempted by God’ For God cannot be tempted by evil.” James 1:13.

But Father Geto can be.

Newly appointed Chaplain of the Noble Court, Suguru is a reformed sinner. Sanctity, discipline and celibacy are commandments of his choosing. A devout servant of the Lord. Armored with the Breastplate of Righteousness, the Shield of Faith.

This should be sufficient enough to withstand temptation.

Right?

Pairing: Geto x Female reader

C/W: Religious themes, dark romance, eventual filth. 18+. MDNI.

A/N: Holy hell. Anon, you sick, twisted genius. You, the puppeteer. Me, the puppet who writes. This one — this story might be the one. Frothing at the mouth to know what you guys think. Going on AO3 for sure. I haven’t decided if I will keep this long fic series here, but since it was an anon ask its only right to honor them with the first chapter.

Art credit: @ potchi_jpg on X

Music: Garden Kisses x Giveon (this was on a manic repeat for at least an hour. It wrote the chapter. I implore you to listen and levitate like I did).

CHAPTER I. Hello, Duchess.

Andesite. Dacite. Schist.

Gorgeous.

Suguru takes a mental note of the rock formations whizzing by just before he spears the Aegean Sea. Tailwind force trailing his feet in an elegant whirl.

Eh, mediocre landing. He’s out of practice.

It’s true. Seminary did not allow for too much idle time in between biblical studies. Devil’s playground, and such.

And it’s not in his nature to half-ass any life endeavor, whatever it may be.

Suguru deftly levels out in the welcoming waves. Loose-limbed and fluid. Choosing to hover below her surface for a few moments longer. The tail end of his thick, singular French braid undulating behind him.

His body flows in tandem with the current. Swimming deep enough to scatter a pool of Fagri. He instinctively captures one in his large hand — not quite as out-of-touch as he thought.

‘Make it to shore! If Poseidon calls, don’t answer Him, son!’

The gentle fisherman called out each time Suguru dove off their vessel. Still two or three, sometimes up to five miles from the coast, he’d plunge into the waters. Regardless of her mood, Suguru craved to be surrounded by her embrace.

To be baptized by her tide.

Showered with her salt of the earth.

A dampened smile blooms across Suguru’s terse lips. Oxygen bubbles float about, from the muffled chuckle escaping him.

His father’s voice rings between his ears. A little less clearly, nowadays.

He always dove deeper than his fellow seafarers. Without the restraints of gear or protective equipment. Unnaturally comfortable in an element more labile than human nature.

Suguru’s father mused about his Stormborn boy’s true lineage.

‘Everyday, I prayed for you. Begged for you. And the God of the Ocean delivered a precious gift. Don’t return to His storms too soon.’

Fond memories, a little yellowed now. Callouses from those days have faded.

Suguru is a different man. Born again. In a new country. With a new home, a new purpose.

Even still, it’s comforting to know the world is 70% water, 30% land. And the Great Majority has always welcomed him with open arms.

No matter the iteration of his life, he’ll always find a home at Sea.

“Father Geto!”

What?

Suguru begins his ascent. He is still by the cliff edge. Not nearly far enough for the Sirens to beckon.

“Chaplain! Are you out there?”

Not even the saltwater penetrates his ears like this melody.

An ethereal crescendo. With all the grace and beauty of a summer swan. Light enough to lull stoic men to a peaceful, permanent, slumber.

More alluring. More disorienting than the songs at sea he’s heard and resisted. Potent enough to drown a warship.

Who is calling for him?

Suguru chases the lethal sound. Careful pauses at each depth-level. To avoid returning to Poseidon’s storms too soon, as his father would say.

“Father Geto!”

Ahh, a voice he recognizes. His alter boy, Noel, at the peak.

Helios is kind, today. Because the Sun kisses Suguru as he breaks the surface. If the Ocean is his home, the Sun is certainly his lover.

“What is it, Noel?” He calls in between strides to the volcanic edge.

“You have a visitor!” A tremble to Noel’s tone. Suguru cant help the low chuckle that leaves him.

Adolescents are always so anxious. Nervous about the most inconsequential, meaningless things. He was once the same.

Who could be visiting? His schedule is supposed to be cleared today.

Suguru laments leaving his clothing at the peak of the cliffside. Tossing a glance over his left shoulder - memories of his past life tattooed in various symbols. His back, covered in a sprawling trident.

A permanent stain from the life he lived before this. It’s unbecoming of a priest to be seen this way.

Latching onto the unforgiving rocky edges, Suguru scales the steep terrain in long steps and short holds. Serrated earth digs into his damp palms with each grasp.

He savors the pain. It’s familiar. An indication that he’s spent some time in the only other place he finds unfettered peace.

“Noel, my schedule was cleared. Who could be—“

“Pardon my intrusion, Father Geto.” You seep into Suguru’s sentence, effectively answering his question.

Music.

Suguru nearly falls backward off the ledge he just set foot on.

Rumors about your beauty pollenated the compound for weeks. Anxiously anticipating your arrival. Hushed voices between maidens. Whispers within the walls of parlors. Bellowing gossip between court officials.

All the words, all the speculations roll around Suguru’s skull. Louder than glass shattering in an empty room.

They were wrong.

Liars.

Not even a tenth of the truth can be found in the frivolous ‘she’s a beauty’, ‘what a pretty face’ and comments of the like taking root in the compound.

No, no.

You were sculpted by every single Deity Suguru has ever studied.

Because the One he has chosen to worship couldn’t have possibly crafted you alone.

The good Lord is simply without the means.

Suguru will have to repent for that blasphemous thought later.

…but God granted him eyesight, no?

Eyes that can see underwater with the same clarity as a cloudless day. He trusts his eyes more than any part of his body.

And they aren’t deceiving him.

Flushed and turned away, Suguru takes a moment to soak you in, while patting himself dry. Maybe taking a little extra time to step into his khaki slacks and white button up.

His wind pipe threatens to spasm with each sip of you he takes.

Exquisite woman.

You could convert a non believer in an instant.

The gentle slope of your nose, those warmed soft, high cheeks deserve to be cherished in a museum.

That dress.

The tailor must’ve sewn it to your body in real time. Rolling hills and dips of your feminine curves. So quick to surrender to the ride your frame is taking him on.

Suguru could fall to his knees and praise the Gods right here and now for their attention to detail.

“Duchess? I’m embarrassed. Forgive my attire, I wasn’t expecting visitors today.”

Still damp but fully clothed, Suguru walks forward with a steady hand outstretched. Intentionally skipping eye contact with Noel, who would’ve interpreted the glance as anger. The boy is practically vibrating in his periphery.

Concerned about possibly making a mistake, sure. But if Suguru were still a betting man, he’d bet your presence is driving Noel’s rattled nerves.

“I’m the one who should be asking for forgiveness!” Unveiling your face to him with a gorgeous smile, you offer a delicate hand that drowns in his.

Well.

To call it just a gorgeous smile makes him no better than the rumor mill and its grave underestimation.

The air around him is sliced to a fraction of what it was. Suddenly gossamer thin and inadequate.

You are breathtaking.

“Please.” A deceptively even tone and casual wave of his hand. You wouldn’t know that words taste like sandpaper.

“How can I serve you, Duchess?”

“You do not have to address me as such, Father. I’m not wed, yet!”

Bunny lines along your nose deepen when you laugh. Heat scorches Suguru’s ears and you both are presently under shade.

Do. Not. Covet.

“It’s all the same.” With a restrained smile, Suguru peels his eyes away from yours.

Resting them on his rectory in the distance. He gestures his hands forward. Noel scrambles ahead of you two, undoubtedly to go tidy the chapel (that is already spotless).

“You’re quite the swimmer.”

You could assassinate him, you know.

With that voice of yours. The way it stuns his senses. Far more dangerous now that it isn’t dampened by unrelenting waves.

Suguru is a strong swimmer. He knows it. Noel knows it. The whole court knows it. Great Whites know it.

So why is his spine unraveling at its seams when you say it?

Why is his heart knocking against his sternum like it’s on the run from something?

From someone, rather.

“Mmm.” Suguru hums through closed lips.

Unable to acknowledge the compliment with decorum. He opts for diversion instead.

“Duchess, if I may. What prompted your visit to the chapel? How can I serve you?”

The two of you take lazy strides along the cobblestone path. You ogle at a white rose bush that Suguru is particularly fond of.

“I was touring the compound and noticed the garden surrounding the Church.”

A distracted response, while nestling your nose in a pretty bloom. Sun rays fanning your face as if to showcase that you’re God’s favorite. A biblical example of how flowers should be enjoyed.

Is it just the roses? Or are you this beautiful no matter the plant?

“Ahh. Come, then.”

You’re being indulgent, Suguru.

Maybe so. But the Chapel Grounds are his domain. The greenery lives and breathes under his fingertips. He adamantly refused a groundskeeper for the garden. Taking pride in nurturing its needy existence.

Second only to his eyes, Suguru trusts his hands fully. They’re intelligent. Fast. Expansive.

Definitive. Firm when the situation calls for it, yet gentle. Quick to learn.

Attentive.

He’s never gotten a shortage of compliments on his hands—

“Wisteria!” You torpedo through Suguru’s rapidly disintegrating spiral. And he couldn’t be more grateful.

Regaining a shred of control, he leads you under the oak archway. Draped in curtains of Wisteria. The billowing lilac petals sway romantically in the sea breeze.

Your lips hang open in a pretty, shocked ‘Oh.’ Eyes wide, gazing up at him in wonder. Adoration woven into those beautiful features slams hot and heavy into his lower abdomen. Remnant embers warming below his belt line.

Suguru coughs to reset his over-sensitive senses. A futile gesture because you knock him right back down to his knees.

“Oh, Father…..please?” A soft plea rolls through the slit in your lips. Pulling his eyes down to your pout.

Fuck.

The rock formation Suguru took note of earlier suddenly materializes in his throat. You coated his honorific in a new tone. Breathy and desperate. As if he is the only person who could satisfy your needs.

His skin is half a degree away from melting clear off his skeleton under those big, warm eyes of yours.

“Specify your request, Duchess.”

Both hands jam into his pockets so he can dig his nails into his thighs unnoticed. The searing pain tethering him to this dimension.

A deep rose blooms over your cheeks. Realizing you hadn’t actually asked him a question before begging.

So, prettily.

“May I please tend to your garden? It’s…I’m far from home and gardening brings me so much joy. Please, Father Geto—“

“Yes.”

His agreement comes well before Suguru is ready. Or, thought it through.

Should a noble woman be seen doing tasks as menial as gardening?

Should you be seen without your fiancée on his grounds?

What will you look like?

Kneeling over a bed of sunflowers?

Kneading the soil with your delicate, small hands—

“How can I thank you?” Your lips curl into an intoxicating smile. And Suguru no longer has the capacity to be in your presence.

“No need, stay as long as you like. I have to take my leave.”

Suguru offers a curt wave and terse smile before spinning on his heel. Leaving you, a work of art, beneath the masterpiece that is his arc of wisteria.

He barrels down the Chapel corridors at light speed. The pews, confessional, meeting rooms whirl by his periphery in a drunken haze.

Cold water. Cold water.

The wooden bathroom door creaks and wails beneath his harsh touch. Suguru fumbles with the two-level lock.

He nearly strips down naked. The fire incinerating him from within is unbearable. If there were scissors within grasp he would’ve cut his braid completely off. Because even the familiar sway of his waist length mane along his back is too much.

You are too much.

Suguru’s fingers unravel his braid and reposition his locks into a tight bun. Off the damp skin along his neck.

‘Father….please?’

Your voice echoes from Suguru’s incapacitated brain down to his drooling cock. Icy water splashes against face.

Suguru’s length has been weeping since you first revealed your face to him. Twitching and thrashing with every single word that came out of that pretty, sinful mouth. He’s never been so grateful that today he chose to swim with compression gear, rather than his usual bared skin.

Are you doing this on purpose?

Wide eyed and demure. But with a voice more beautiful than any siren that has tried to lure him to his watery grave.

Is this a test?

Suguru’s fingers desperately grasp the golden cross around his neck. Digging the symbol into his palm.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners…” He starts. Ignited, smoldering violet eyes staring back at him are unrecognizable.

They are not of God.

They are dark.

Lust filled.

“Now. And…and at the hour of our death.” Words slip through his gritted teeth. His other hand grips the sink edge.

‘May I please tend to your Garden?’

“God. Please.” Suguru is the one pleading. To anyone above.

For self-control. For reprieve from the shape of your lips when you beg. His cock bucks against his inner thigh. Demanding attention to the ache between his legs.

Are you Eve?

Have you come to destroy his Eden?

Your delectable mounds barely hidden beneath that fucking dress as the Apple?

“Holy…Holy Mary, Mother of God…pray for us sinners.” His vice grip around the cross tightens. Babbling words he hopes can provide him with some restraint, some clarity.

They don’t.

Because his other hand now hovers over the pulsating bulge in his slacks. His manhood starved. Especially having been deprived of touch. Of warmth for longer than Suguru remembers.

“Holy…Mary…fuck.” Blasphemy rolling off his tongue.

Scorching heat radiating from his hovering palm pierces his clothing. Encasing his cock like a warmed blanket. Enticing him like the soft sex of a woman. Every single muscle is under wire tension. Forcing space between his need and his hand.

His hands. Don’t forsake him now. He trusts his hands.

“Father Geto? Are you alright?” Noel’s call from the other side of the door startles Suguru still.

“I’m—“ Suguru clears his dry throat “I’m alright, Noel. What do you need?”

“I saw you run in here and—“

“I’m okay.” Suguru replies, more softly this time. The boy is almost too tender-hearted for his own good.

He doesn’t miss the small sigh of relief.

“I left your updated schedule on your desk.”

“And what would I do without you?”

Suguru can almost hear Noel smiling across the barrier. Gleefully padding away. Completely unaware that his presence was the saving grace from disgracing himself.

Another splash of cold water on his face and multiple deep breaths later, Suguru finally gains enough composure to emerge.

Curious about the updates to his schedule, he strides to his office. A leather folder awaits with his itinerary.

Saturday: 0800 - 1000- Youth lecture

Saturday: 1800 - 2000 - Evening mass

Sunday: 0700 - 0900 - Morning mass

Sunday: 1300 - 1400 - Pre-Marital Counseling [CONFIDENTIAL]

“High court, then.” Suguru muses to himself. Pulling out the envelope with a matching demarcation. Meant for his eyes only. Should the seal be broken en route to the recipient the offender could be sentenced to death for treason.

And at this moment, Suguru finds that fate less painful than the spear currently piercing his lungs.

His eyes burn into the names written at the bottom of the page.

The Duke Ahriman & The Duchess-to-Be.

Chapter II

E/N: Hello from [redacted]. I am literally losing my shite. I’m already in love with the plot before it has even fully materialized. And prince-of-the-sea-Suguru? This headcannon has me in a chokehold I fear. Thank you for reading 💋

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fandom-wreck-9000 · 1 year

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A/N: wrote this cause I was bored<3 enjoy also no beta reader so sorry if it’s cringey ig.

Welcome home my Darling new neighbor (Wally Darling x Male reader) Yandere Fic

CW: Scopophobia, stalking, and kidnapping

Chapter 1: Welcome home website.

You lay on your bed in your apartment lazily scrolling through TikTok, you had just finished some college assignments and eaten dinner so you were bored and didn’t know what to do before bed. You noticed some videos about a company reviving an old 70’s puppet show named ‘welcome home’ there was art that was restored for the show itself, it intrigued you, the vast colorful array of characters, and the story behind the show itself and why it got canceled. Although there was one character that drew you in the most you didn’t know his name yet but he was the most interesting out of them all, he had yellow ‘skin’ and dark blue hair that was put up into a pompadour, through all the pictures you saw you noticed he was the one looking at the ‘camera’ the most, almost as if staring right at the viewer�� Right at You… It was very interesting you decided to look up the website and look at it.

And so you searched it up and found it, the site itself was colorful and welcoming, but you got the nagging feeling that something was wrong as if something was staring at you through the screen. You shook it off, summing it up to nerves or superstition, you explored the site, finding out the reasoning behind the restoration of the show which you found heartwarming, and you found out the puppet that had you intrigued the most was named ‘Wally Darling’... “What a cute name, and he’s really cute himself.” you said truthfully a soft adoring smile on your face, the feeling of being stared at grew in intensity, and you decided to still ignore the feeling still notching it up to nerves… Yeah, nerves...

After reading everything and looking at everything on the site you closed the browsing site and looked at the time which was 1:00 in the morning, so you put your phone down and cuddled under your blanket staring outside the window for a bit staring at the stars, a smile curling up on your lips again. You felt your phone buzz and picked it up to look at the notification seeing it showed a random phone number had texted you, you opened your phone and opened messages looking at what the random number sent.

“Hello, Neighbor, how are you? What's your name?” The text read.

It seemed friendly and even comforting but the nagging feeling of being stared at came back, why did this person call you Neighbor anyway? Against your better judgment, you texted back… You didn’t know why but you did…

“My name is (M/N) and I am pretty well… Who are you?”

You patiently waited for a text back from the other person, and you didn’t have to wait long but the text that came back shocked you.

“Wally Darling is my name Neighbor, you have a pretty name I think it fits with your pretty face…”

“What do you mean? You’ve never seen my face??”

“Quite the contrary my Darling (M/N) I see you right now… your pretty (E/C) eyes are enchanting to stare into and your smile is even more breathtaking…”

You stared at the text frozen in fear, how… how did he know how your eyes looked?? This had to be some sick prank, holding back the bile threatening to come out you placed down your phone and searched your entire apartment… You found no one in it... No one at all... What the fuck was happening? You froze again hearing your phone buzz again…

And again…

Fear clenched your entire being, your mouth felt dry, you couldn’t move, you felt your heart beat wildly in your chest out of pure fear, and bile crept into your throat again threatening to pour out of your mouth you swallowed hard to try and keep it down. You flinched when your Phone buzzed again, your head slowly turning toward it in fear… you slowly walked back over to your bed and sat down. Hesitant to pick up your phone. You quickly picked it after the fourth Buzz and you looked at the messages he sent you…

“Friend, why are you searching for me where I am nowhere to be found?”

“No need to be scared friend, I won't hurt you.”

“(M/N) stop being scared and pick up your phone…”

“Friend I am nowhere to be found in your apartment please keep talking to me.”

you slowly and hesitantly wrote back a response…

“How did you know… I was looking for you… and how do you know what I look like?”

You kept the bile in your mouth down as best you could, for your body was completely filled with fear…

“Cause like I said I can see you… Don’t make such a scared face, c'mon keep giving me that adorable smile I saw before please??”

You were still shocked with fear, your mind began to become fuzzy and dizzy, and you laid down back on your bed, your eye’s feeling heavy. Before you completely blacked out you saw your TV turned on and something or rather someone came out of the TV and walked towards you and picked you up carrying you. That was all you remember before passing out.

A/N: lemme know if you want a second chapter or not lol

Link to chapter 2: welcome home

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dreamland-creations · 1 year

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Smol

#I still haven't decided if I wnat the coraline au to be a fan fic or a comic or a collection of shit posts about it yet #Help me decide :')#hello puppets #hello puppets midnightshow #riley ruckus #fanart #art #traditional art #hello puppets midnight show #shit post #Smol #coraline au #hello puppets au

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songsofadelaide · 5 months

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Your Megumi Drabble of him teaching you the hand symbols but ! BUT! Imagine its years later and you both are making shadow puppets with your toddler. ;-;

DONT MIND ME IN MY FEELS

Hello! Thank you so much for all the love for Shadows as one. This idea is so cute and wholesome and I hope you don't mind if I write something about it. 🥺

shadows as one.

cw: female reader, future fic, established marriage, slice of life, child oc (fushiguro mikoto), papa!megumi being a li'l prankster — "you'd expect something like that from gojo-san! Not you!"

~ 20XX

"This is a bunny," you said with a smile as you tenderly moulded the soft little hands in yours to form the shadow puppet of a rabbit, the silhouette on your living room wall amusing your child so much that he didn't even pay attention to the way you gently squeezed his fingers for the form to stay put.

"Bunny!"

"Yes, a bunny!" You happily echoed his statement, trying your best not to engulf him into another embrace.

But you couldn't help it. Mikoto became the light of your world the moment he was born. It was impossible not to fall in love with him at first sight when he looked so much like his father— dark hair, length, feathery lashes that fanned out and framed his deep blue eyes... The nurse couldn't blame you for nearly snatching him off her arms when she was handing him to you.

And when Megumi first cradled your son in his arms, he was completely enamoured, even though it was like he was looking at a mirror. Dispelling the vestiges of his troubled childhood was no easy task— and he even questioned his own capabilities as a father— but he persisted to live in the present in the arms of his wife.

Mikoto beamed as he placed his small hands in his father's own, his cheeky expression never leaving his face as Megumi softly shaped his hands into the snout of a familiar canine.

"And this is a—"

You and your husband nearly fell off your couch when Mikoto just did the unthinkable.

The surprise appearance of the pristine white dog startled him so much that he couldn't help but let out a tearful wail of shock. You swiftly got over your disbelief when you heard him crying, his tiny hands hurriedly clutching onto you once you were within his reach.

"Where on earth—" you started, brows furrowed in confusion. It was too early for Mikoto to sense cursed energy let alone manifest it. And for him to possess his father's inherited technique meant—

"—hgk."

"Wh—" You were startled by the strange noise that sounded like someone being choked. You turned to Megumi, expecting him to be in deep thought, but all you saw was your husband sitting on the couch once more, his quivering lips pursed to a thin line in an attempt to hold his laughter.

"Megumi, I never pegged you as the kind of dad who'd make fun of his own kid," you clicked your tongue at your husband as you gently bounced your son in your arms. "You'd expect something like that from Gojo-san! Not you!"

"I-I'm sorry," he stated with a stifled voice before eventually sighing to himself. "I didn't expect Mikoto to be scared of the Divine Dog..."

"I suppose the rabbits wouldn't have been any different," you said with a sigh as well. "Then again, they're much tinier..."

"Give me," Megumi stated as he got up, gently lifting your son out of your arms and into his. He ran his thumb over Mikoto's warm cheeks. He didn't want to appear insincere, but he couldn't help but smile in delight at how emotive his son was, so different from when he was younger. "Papa's sorry, Mi-kun..."

His tiny version could only blink his blue eyes at him before eventually pointing to the Divine Dog in your living room. "Big dog..."

"Yes, big dog. Big dog is a good dog."

As if sensing it was being talked about, the white wolf got on its feet and circled its master's legs. It placed its snout in Mikoto's outstretched hand, a look of trust in its eyes.

"Try pranking him again when he's a little older," you said with a small laugh. A smile lit the boy's face again as Megumi placed him down on the floor so he could pet the harmless shikigami.

And if he inherits his technique... No. Megumi didn't want to think about that now. He was a father now and he wanted to get this thing right. He didn't want to miss a single thing in Mikoto's life. He wanted to be there right now.

"I don't want him to grow up so fast, though..."

"He won't," you chuckled in response, only for Megumi to take your hand in his. He threaded his fingers into your own, once again calmed by the sight of your three shadows coming together as one.

Author's notes: Happy birthday, Megumi! 🎂 Never imagined you as a papa before, but here's a little glimpse for us yearners hehe. 🥺💙

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