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honestly i dont think original Panther would disagree with Alex's opinion (even if he'd be harsher about it, ie. Not Panther. Weaker). that's a hell of a gap.

It definitely is.

Alex's root problem is he expected to get Panther to revive with him in their new lives despite seeing all the degradation of Remnant, memories and sanity Panther went through as a spirit for 30+ years and then the final splitting of what was left to cut the forced connection between them that Afton'd Lucian created to anchor them all to Springtrap. He was never going to get that Panther back and he's viewing that Panther through rose-tinted glasses anyway.

Him yearning for the relationship he had in the past with Panther is detrimental to the one he has now with Sydney. He knows this, but he still can't help himself. He did say he was selfish and greedy, lol

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Router: This is Sydney. That is the cooler Sydney. /ref

XD

It *is* a rather fucky way of looking at it, isn't it? I did say Alex wasn't holding up as well as he looks from the outside. lmao

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Just as a head's up, the most recent Afton-Herreras Moments does have mentions/allusions to sh; while the actual act isn't described or seen, there's conversation that heavily hints to it having happened in the flashback portion. I tagged the post, just in case anyway.

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Afton-Herrera Moments 2

Alex shows a few cracks under pressure.

TW: mentions of self-harm

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Date: Unknown Location: Somewhere in Florida

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Something soft and white thumped Router in the forehead as he entered the den of the mercenary base. He scrabbled to catch the offending object, already irritated with his morning thus far.

“What the fuck, man?! What is this?!” he snapped, tracking the trajectory of the thing tossed at him back to Panther, the older man just lounging in his chair with his feet up on the coffee table and attention on the rickety television nearby.

“Ya left a mess by the bathroom sink last time, so I figured you were out of stock,” Panther huffed, gesturing idly in Router’s direction, “Next time, wrap up before you drip all over the place. Making Medic twitchy makes it hard to keep ‘em under control.”

Router blinked in confusion before looking down at the object in his hands. His cheeks colored upon recognizing the roll of bandaging gauze. So much for making sure he’d cleaned up all evidence…

“What, not gonna try and talk me out of doing it again?” he spat out, stress rising both at being discovered and at what his partner’s response could be. Panther just snorted.

“I ain’t your dad, punk. Do whatever the fuck you want; it’s your life. Just don’t make a mess that’ll make my weapons twitchy and keep your stock up through the supply drops,” he retorted and waved a hand dismissively at Router before reaching for his bottle of beer. “Give me a head’s up if you plan on dropping dead so I know to turn down any clients looking for your skill set,” he added as an afterthought.

Router just stared at him for a bit, then laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, I’m not that fucked in the head. Just a lil something for a hit of a high that doesn’t dull my brain,” he replied, pocketing the roll as he went to join the other mercenary. Panther passed him a bottle of his own and the hacker grabbed it before tossing himself back onto the couch. He smiled to himself as he opened it.

How refreshing, to have someone acknowledge his control over himself and not argue with him over what he wished to do with himself. To be respected like this, this was all he ever wanted.

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Present Day

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“Hm, win some and lose some, and you only get this one on account of some dipshit DDOSing the server!” Alex griped, drumming his fingers over his keyboard as he read over the losses of his game character’s inventory. Some interesting loot he’d found, a few guns he’d scavenged off of earlier kills, and a decent chunk of money he’d collected from the numerous caches and NPC enemies he came across; not terrible losses in game, but an annoying blow to his pride. Too bad he wasn’t anticipating something like that, he would have set up something to monitor the server activity and slap back anything trying to mess with his session. Oh well.

A window on his second monitor scrolled text upward at a steady pace, a myriad of consolation messages and heckling in varying ratios and colors. Alex sat back and looked over the text, reading through some of the messages to pick what to respond to and what to disregard. In the window of another bit of software, he could see the art he’d commissioned to represent himself settle into an idle pose to match his current silence, a character dressed in light military gear with an icosahedron for a head, eyebrows and a mouth the only facial aspects to allow for expression. Alex had been amused by the design and tipped the artist extra for it.

“No need to get aggressive, it was out of our control,” he finally replied to the messages on the monitor, moving his microphone on its arm a bit closer to his mouth now that he wasn’t focused on the game. And wasn’t that rich coming from him? A situation he didn’t have full control over and the most he felt was irritation that didn’t even last long enough to have him plotting vengeance. “If you wanna blame anything, blame the crappy infrastructure this game’s server was built on. Can’t even handle a DDOS within the first five minutes of attack. Gotta have a better defense in place so attackers waste themselves trying to breach it and don’t have resources to spare for the actual attack.”

He watched the responses to his words for a moment, banned a couple people getting dangerously close to violating the terms of service for the platform he was on, and hummed again. “Kind of a shit game in the last few minutes, but we pick up and go again. All you can do when you’re given a crap hand,” he said with a shrug, moving his cursor to click on the game window and respawn back at his character’s base for another session, “is try again for a better one.”

Like striking a deal with BellaRosa for a new life for himself and his brother, leaving behind Panther and Router to live as Sydney and Alex. There were still hardships and shitty circumstances they faced, but they clawed their way through somehow.

But Alex had a lot of Router still in him, memories remaining largely in place. Couldn’t say the same for Sydney, who lost so much of Panther between his past death and his current life that Alex struggled a bit to recognize his old mercenary partner. Sometimes.. sometimes, he wondered if he wished he got back all of Panther, in those tiny dark moments of his dreams when those memories arose.

“Before we dive back into the hellfires of this game, let’s take a break. I could use a drink,” Alex declared, clicking out of the game and into the other software, switching active tabs to send a stream of his favorite music to the various people watching his gameplay along with a looping screen of his highlights reel. He muted his microphone and pulled his headset off with a sigh, hanging it on the arm before pushing it aside.

This little side gig was fun to do on the weekends, something he started doing on a whim to try and work out his desire to return to mercenary work. Playing extraction games soothed the itch and was actually pretty fun once he grasped the rules and put his own experiences to it for more successful sessions. One of the people he regularly saw in another shooter game suggested he livestream since he was doing so well with his various plays and tactics and there would surely be people interested in seeing him pull those off. Wasn’t long before he had a streaming identity and a character to represent himself to his viewers. He’d considered just a camera on his face before dismissing it for the security risk it could provide. What if Sydney came into his room during a stream? Pantera’s identity would be leaked and the whole household could be put in danger. The virtual streamer concept was the better fit for him.

Heading downstairs, Alex glanced over the rest of the house to take a headcount of the inhabitants. Gregory was studying the working of Freddy’s hand and wrist carefully, the animatronic having removed the casings of his hand and arm to give him a better look. His upcoming exam would be to build an upgraded hand and attach it successfully, so seeing him take this engineering aspect seriously was good. Alex made note to quiz him on the software side of the upgrade later, no need to let Damien have all the fun.

Vanessa was out of the house, shopping for new clothes with Stephanie Daughn and Alex’s cousin Meera. It was the only way she could be out and about without Sydney following at her heels like a shadow. Those times Alex wondered if Afton had managed to break Sydney in some way, the way he took his bodyguard role so seriously when it came to the blonde woman. In those moments, Alex couldn’t think of him as Panther at all, could only worry that he brought him back wrong.

In the kitchen, Alex raised a hand in greeting as he headed for the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Sydney nodded in return, focused on chopping vegetables for whatever he planned to cook for dinner. Alex watched him for a few moments, sipping at the water as he compared his brother to his memory of Panther once again and mentally squirmed to evade the feeling of disappointment. He loved his brother, so why couldn’t he shake those urges to compare and contrast and point out differences to himself?

The blade of the knife tapping rapidly against the cutting board pulled him from his thoughts and he looked up to see Sydney frowning at him, a knuckle raised to tap at his lips in signal. Alex fished his phone out and opened his custom app, holding it so the camera could capture his hand movements. “/If your face freezes like that, I’ll get the blame for it./” Sydney lectured with a faint scowl, fingers deftly signing out the words. He’d improved a lot with his use of sign language over the months. “/Something on your mind?/”

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” Alex replied with a sigh, waving the question away almost bitterly. Panther wouldn’t have asked that, would have just pointed at a cooler of beers and told him to grab one and watch the game with him if he was looking out of sorts. Sydney prodded at him, reminding him of things Alex didn’t want to think about, wanted to ignore.

“/Doesn’t look like nothing when you’re still frowning like that while we’re in a good place./” Sydney signed with a raised eyebrow. Again with the prodding into his business, trying to get into his head. Alex huffed in irritation. Why couldn’t he do that to others like he used to? Why couldn’t he just leave well enough alone when he knew that he didn’t like the hovering?!

“Just had a bad game, okay?” he finally answered, grabbing for the one thing he could truthfully use as a shield, “What’s with the interrogation?!”

“/I was just asking!/” Sydney signed sharply, eyes wide and alarmed expression on his face, “/What the hell, Alex?/”

“Well, don’t! Like you said, you’re not my dad, so quit trying to act like it now!” Alex snapped and immediately cringed internally, wishing he could claw those words back.

Sydney only stared at him in confusion, head tilting as his brows furrowed together. No recognition of the words; another memory only Alex carried, adding to the gulf between him and the Panther he’d sought to save. Did he get the short end of the stick in this deal after all?

And thinking that just made Alex’s stomach twist, regret and self-loathing burning under his skin. He had Sydney, so that should be enough. It should be enough. He hated the tiny voice that crept into his thoughts, calling him a consolation. Sydney didn’t deserve that, not with all he’d done to try and do right by him.

His grip on his phone tightened as he moved to put it away. “/No, I’m not your dad, but I am your brother. Is that-/,” Sydney signed before the camera lost focus on his hands and further translation was lost.

Alex leaned back against the fridge, taking another drink of water and imagining it as the pungent taste of beer, the plastic of the bottle for hard glass, the smell of chopped vegetables for the plant decay of the Florida glades. “It’s nothing. You don’t remember, so it doesn’t matter now,” he muttered.

That was the crux of the issue, wasn’t it? Sydney didn’t remember. All the things Alex as Router admired Panther for, the way they worked together so well, understood each other, gave each other space.. Sydney didn’t have that, or barely had shadows of it. Even Pantera was just another source of frustration, a pale imitation of Panther, far too weak and lacking Panther’s power. It hurt even as he had smiled shallowly at Pantera’s foray into delivery jobs. Sydney hadn’t told him about his plan to go back into mercenary work, hadn’t requested he join in as the tech specialist, the hacker, the partner and equal he had fought hard to be seen as, and still held himself back from his true strength as Panther.

Silence lasted quite a while, and Alex glanced over at his brother, eyes narrowing slightly at the expression on his face. Sydney was looking aside, as if listening to something else with an uneasy and contemplative frown. After a moment he sighed and went back to chopping vegetables, gesturing with one hand to dismiss Alex.

That was weird. Alex scowled just a bit before turning away to head back to his room. He refused to acknowledge Gregory and Freddy looking at him in concern, pointedly keeping his eyes on his path up the stairs, water bottle in hand. He still had a game to finish and maybe he can take out his frustrations on some dumbasses in the next extraction zone.

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Afton-Herrera Moments 2

Alex shows a few cracks under pressure.

TW: mentions of self-harm

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Date: Unknown Location: Somewhere in Florida

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Something soft and white thumped Router in the forehead as he entered the den of the mercenary base. He scrabbled to catch the offending object, already irritated with his morning thus far.

“What the fuck, man?! What is this?!” he snapped, tracking the trajectory of the thing tossed at him back to Panther, the older man just lounging in his chair with his feet up on the coffee table and attention on the rickety television nearby.

“Ya left a mess by the bathroom sink last time, so I figured you were out of stock,” Panther huffed, gesturing idly in Router’s direction, “Next time, wrap up before you drip all over the place. Making Medic twitchy makes it hard to keep ‘em under control.”

Router blinked in confusion before looking down at the object in his hands. His cheeks colored upon recognizing the roll of bandaging gauze. So much for making sure he’d cleaned up all evidence…

“What, not gonna try and talk me out of doing it again?” he spat out, stress rising both at being discovered and at what his partner’s response could be. Panther just snorted.

“I ain’t your dad, punk. Do whatever the fuck you want; it’s your life. Just don’t make a mess that’ll make my weapons twitchy and keep your stock up through the supply drops,” he retorted and waved a hand dismissively at Router before reaching for his bottle of beer. “Give me a head’s up if you plan on dropping dead so I know to turn down any clients looking for your skill set,” he added as an afterthought.

Router just stared at him for a bit, then laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, I’m not that fucked in the head. Just a lil something for a hit of a high that doesn’t dull my brain,” he replied, pocketing the roll as he went to join the other mercenary. Panther passed him a bottle of his own and the hacker grabbed it before tossing himself back onto the couch. He smiled to himself as he opened it.

How refreshing, to have someone acknowledge his control over himself and not argue with him over what he wished to do with himself. To be respected like this, this was all he ever wanted.

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Present Day

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“Hm, win some and lose some, and you only get this one on account of some dipshit DDOSing the server!” Alex griped, drumming his fingers over his keyboard as he read over the losses of his game character’s inventory. Some interesting loot he’d found, a few guns he’d scavenged off of earlier kills, and a decent chunk of money he’d collected from the numerous caches and NPC enemies he came across; not terrible losses in game, but an annoying blow to his pride. Too bad he wasn’t anticipating something like that, he would have set up something to monitor the server activity and slap back anything trying to mess with his session. Oh well.

A window on his second monitor scrolled text upward at a steady pace, a myriad of consolation messages and heckling in varying ratios and colors. Alex sat back and looked over the text, reading through some of the messages to pick what to respond to and what to disregard. In the window of another bit of software, he could see the art he’d commissioned to represent himself settle into an idle pose to match his current silence, a character dressed in light military gear with an icosahedron for a head, eyebrows and a mouth the only facial aspects to allow for expression. Alex had been amused by the design and tipped the artist extra for it.

“No need to get aggressive, it was out of our control,” he finally replied to the messages on the monitor, moving his microphone on its arm a bit closer to his mouth now that he wasn’t focused on the game. And wasn’t that rich coming from him? A situation he didn’t have full control over and the most he felt was irritation that didn’t even last long enough to have him plotting vengeance. “If you wanna blame anything, blame the crappy infrastructure this game’s server was built on. Can’t even handle a DDOS within the first five minutes of attack. Gotta have a better defense in place so attackers waste themselves trying to breach it and don’t have resources to spare for the actual attack.”

He watched the responses to his words for a moment, banned a couple people getting dangerously close to violating the terms of service for the platform he was on, and hummed again. “Kind of a shit game in the last few minutes, but we pick up and go again. All you can do when you’re given a crap hand,” he said with a shrug, moving his cursor to click on the game window and respawn back at his character’s base for another session, “is try again for a better one.”

Like striking a deal with BellaRosa for a new life for himself and his brother, leaving behind Panther and Router to live as Sydney and Alex. There were still hardships and shitty circumstances they faced, but they clawed their way through somehow.

But Alex had a lot of Router still in him, memories remaining largely in place. Couldn’t say the same for Sydney, who lost so much of Panther between his past death and his current life that Alex struggled a bit to recognize his old mercenary partner. Sometimes.. sometimes, he wondered if he wished he got back all of Panther, in those tiny dark moments of his dreams when those memories arose.

“Before we dive back into the hellfires of this game, let’s take a break. I could use a drink,” Alex declared, clicking out of the game and into the other software, switching active tabs to send a stream of his favorite music to the various people watching his gameplay along with a looping screen of his highlights reel. He muted his microphone and pulled his headset off with a sigh, hanging it on the arm before pushing it aside.

This little side gig was fun to do on the weekends, something he started doing on a whim to try and work out his desire to return to mercenary work. Playing extraction games soothed the itch and was actually pretty fun once he grasped the rules and put his own experiences to it for more successful sessions. One of the people he regularly saw in another shooter game suggested he livestream since he was doing so well with his various plays and tactics and there would surely be people interested in seeing him pull those off. Wasn’t long before he had a streaming identity and a character to represent himself to his viewers. He’d considered just a camera on his face before dismissing it for the security risk it could provide. What if Sydney came into his room during a stream? Pantera’s identity would be leaked and the whole household could be put in danger. The virtual streamer concept was the better fit for him.

Heading downstairs, Alex glanced over the rest of the house to take a headcount of the inhabitants. Gregory was studying the working of Freddy’s hand and wrist carefully, the animatronic having removed the casings of his hand and arm to give him a better look. His upcoming exam would be to build an upgraded hand and attach it successfully, so seeing him take this engineering aspect seriously was good. Alex made note to quiz him on the software side of the upgrade later, no need to let Damien have all the fun.

Vanessa was out of the house, shopping for new clothes with Stephanie Daughn and Alex’s cousin Meera. It was the only way she could be out and about without Sydney following at her heels like a shadow. Those times Alex wondered if Afton had managed to break Sydney in some way, the way he took his bodyguard role so seriously when it came to the blonde woman. In those moments, Alex couldn’t think of him as Panther at all, could only worry that he brought him back wrong.

In the kitchen, Alex raised a hand in greeting as he headed for the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Sydney nodded in return, focused on chopping vegetables for whatever he planned to cook for dinner. Alex watched him for a few moments, sipping at the water as he compared his brother to his memory of Panther once again and mentally squirmed to evade the feeling of disappointment. He loved his brother, so why couldn’t he shake those urges to compare and contrast and point out differences to himself?

The blade of the knife tapping rapidly against the cutting board pulled him from his thoughts and he looked up to see Sydney frowning at him, a knuckle raised to tap at his lips in signal. Alex fished his phone out and opened his custom app, holding it so the camera could capture his hand movements. “/If your face freezes like that, I’ll get the blame for it./” Sydney lectured with a faint scowl, fingers deftly signing out the words. He’d improved a lot with his use of sign language over the months. “/Something on your mind?/”

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” Alex replied with a sigh, waving the question away almost bitterly. Panther wouldn’t have asked that, would have just pointed at a cooler of beers and told him to grab one and watch the game with him if he was looking out of sorts. Sydney prodded at him, reminding him of things Alex didn’t want to think about, wanted to ignore.

“/Doesn’t look like nothing when you’re still frowning like that while we’re in a good place./” Sydney signed with a raised eyebrow. Again with the prodding into his business, trying to get into his head. Alex huffed in irritation. Why couldn’t he do that to others like he used to? Why couldn’t he just leave well enough alone when he knew that he didn’t like the hovering?!

“Just had a bad game, okay?” he finally answered, grabbing for the one thing he could truthfully use as a shield, “What’s with the interrogation?!”

“/I was just asking!/” Sydney signed sharply, eyes wide and alarmed expression on his face, “/What the hell, Alex?/”

“Well, don’t! Like you said, you’re not my dad, so quit trying to act like it now!” Alex snapped and immediately cringed internally, wishing he could claw those words back.

Sydney only stared at him in confusion, head tilting as his brows furrowed together. No recognition of the words; another memory only Alex carried, adding to the gulf between him and the Panther he’d sought to save. Did he get the short end of the stick in this deal after all?

And thinking that just made Alex’s stomach twist, regret and self-loathing burning under his skin. He had Sydney, so that should be enough. It should be enough. He hated the tiny voice that crept into his thoughts, calling him a consolation. Sydney didn’t deserve that, not with all he’d done to try and do right by him.

His grip on his phone tightened as he moved to put it away. “/No, I’m not your dad, but I am your brother. Is that-/,” Sydney signed before the camera lost focus on his hands and further translation was lost.

Alex leaned back against the fridge, taking another drink of water and imagining it as the pungent taste of beer, the plastic of the bottle for hard glass, the smell of chopped vegetables for the plant decay of the Florida glades. “It’s nothing. You don’t remember, so it doesn’t matter now,” he muttered.

That was the crux of the issue, wasn’t it? Sydney didn’t remember. All the things Alex as Router admired Panther for, the way they worked together so well, understood each other, gave each other space.. Sydney didn’t have that, or barely had shadows of it. Even Pantera was just another source of frustration, a pale imitation of Panther, far too weak and lacking Panther’s power. It hurt even as he had smiled shallowly at Pantera’s foray into delivery jobs. Sydney hadn’t told him about his plan to go back into mercenary work, hadn’t requested he join in as the tech specialist, the hacker, the partner and equal he had fought hard to be seen as, and still held himself back from his true strength as Panther.

Silence lasted quite a while, and Alex glanced over at his brother, eyes narrowing slightly at the expression on his face. Sydney was looking aside, as if listening to something else with an uneasy and contemplative frown. After a moment he sighed and went back to chopping vegetables, gesturing with one hand to dismiss Alex.

That was weird. Alex scowled just a bit before turning away to head back to his room. He refused to acknowledge Gregory and Freddy looking at him in concern, pointedly keeping his eyes on his path up the stairs, water bottle in hand. He still had a game to finish and maybe he can take out his frustrations on some dumbasses in the next extraction zone.

#tw: self harm mention #panther #router #fnaf au #parlourverse au #the herrera brothers #vr protagonists #bits and pieces

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Do you have any headcanons for any fangames?

Not really, this was actually the first time, I think, I referenced a fangame in the AU.

Seen far too many fangames go up in flames over things to invest much thinking about them, so alluding to Candy's for a quick scene is like the furthest I'll go.

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Oh, that'd be cool! It's wild to remember that (as antagonists) Panther and Router share maybe one conversation onscreen, vs. how developed Sydney and Alex are

Yeah, that on-screen convo is the most we see of them from the protag POV, but they've had a lot of development behind them that wasn't seen through the stories.

But all of Sydney's and Alex's development was done through the stories, front and center, so we get to see them growing and adapting and stumbling and failing and trying again, even while still trying to hold onto what brought them comfort as Panther and Router, that want to hold power or exert control.

The funny thing is the 'vices' have flipped for them; Sydney desires control over himself by giving power to others, and Alex found himself gaining power by allowing others control of things/situations he recognizes he's not good in and asking for them to take control when he's not able to.

I have some ideas for lil flashback fics of Panther and Router for Alex, since his memories are more complete, but there might be some surprise bits for Sydney. ;)

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I guess Candy's is still haunted, even in this world.

poor Sydney's anxiety over restaurants with animatronics just keeps getting validated, and now he lives with one that's haunted so there's no escape lmao

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Pspspssss Detective AU content

Detective AU based around Parlourverse of @fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction

(confirming that the mafia gf is Chica/Charlie btw)

#XDDD #mangle's detective au

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Late night fun fact, the burger place that Sydney and Vanessa went to eat lunch at while job hunting was Candy's.

Vanessa had gone in to make sure there weren't any bear animatronics active, gave Sydney the all clear, and it wasn't until she suggested they apply for jobs that he double checked the 'air' of the place himself and noped out. LMAO

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I have to say, it's some significant character whiplash going between the short pieces for Breach and the longform stories from 2. Have you ever written or considered writing anything from Alex/Sydney’s perspectives before their reincarnations? Or even before/during the 30 year timeskip?

I do have some ideas since they were prominent antagonists for FNAF3 and FNAF4.

Most I've done with that so far has been the two of them referencing things that happened during those Arcs so maybe I should actually write those events out.

XD Yeah, I can imagine it's such a shock for people who have long been used to how Panther and Router are to suddenly see how Sydney and Alex are with each other and other people, including former enemies. Easy to forget that I haven't been writing out all the stuff that's been happening in my head for everyone here to follow along with. lmao

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Afton-Herrera Moments

Just random little moments of the household my brain comes up with.

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Waking up slowly and contentedly was such a nice feeling still. Vanessa hummed softly to herself, keeping her eyes closed against the morning light as she gave herself time to luxuriate in the feeling of safety and comfort.

Each night as they drifted off to sleep, she and Sydney lay on their respective sides of the considerably large bed they shared, yet each morning they woke to find they’d gravitated to each other during the night, seeking closeness to reassure themselves the other was still there. Vanessa smiled a little to herself, cuddling closer to her best friend as he kept his arms wrapped loosely around her in a hug, his soft snores brushing over the top of her head. Warm, safe, comfortable.

She’d like to stay bundled up like this, wrapped in a hug and tucked under cozy blankets, but there was work still to be done to prepare their restaurant for opening and Gregory had to go to school, Alex to work, Freddy to the animatronic workshop for weekly cleaning…

Well, maybe they could skip a day. Alex could take care of Gregory himself for a while. Vanessa hummed again, pressing herself closer to Sydney as she drifted towards sleep again, only to grumble under her breath as the man shifted and yawned over her head. He gave her a light squeeze of a hug as his morning greeting before pulling away carefully and sitting up, blinking with squinted eyes at the thin curtains letting sunlight into the bedroom.

She whined at the loss of warmth and comfort, squeezing her eyes shut in refusal of fully waking and reaching out in Sydney’s general direction, childishly making grabbing motions as if she could latch on from a distance and pull him back down under the blankets with her. All she got for her effort was a very light tapping against her forehead that had her open her eyes to see the knuckles of Sydney’s fingers delicately pressed to her skin, an amused expression on his face and one brow raised as if to question her behavior.

“What?” Vanessa mumbled grumpily, pouting as Sydney’s small smile grew into a full grin, “I was warm and comfy! Don’t wanna get up. Lie down with meeee.”

He just shook his head at her, tapping his fingers against his wrist instead to remind her of the time. Spoilsport. She groaned loudly just to make sure he was fully aware of how much she didn’t want to do any of it before sweeping the blankets off herself.

Time for another day of bashing her head against the paperwork and red tape that seemed determined to work against her in financing and opening a restaurant. Sydney’s two million dollar infusion of funds at his personal risk could only take them so far. She had to pull her weight and navigate the legalities to carry them the rest of the way.

Didn’t mean she’d be happy with it interrupting her lazy morning cuddling.

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Breakfast in the kitchen consisted of Alex sipping coffee after munching on toast and eggs, Gregory enjoying a glass of orange juice while Freddy packed a lunch for him for school, Sydney washing some of the dishes used in cooking and Vanessa pouring over several text-dense forms and documents. There was an air of domestic tranquility that seemed almost normal and so was eerie for the group.

“Hm,” Vanessa hummed as she sat up and lifted one of the documents to narrow her eyes at the text, “There’s a financing credit for young couples made available last year that’s still in circulation. Extra 5% in loans and lower interest repayment.” She looked over at Sydney, holding up the paper, “Hey, do you wanna get married so I can buy an extra pizza oven?”

Behind her, two violent sputterings erupted as brown and orange liquid sprayed over the table while Sydney turned to stare at her in confusion, head tilting. His gaze flicked over the document, then to her face, then to the nearby calendar where his eyes narrowed as he focused on the dates. Vanessa waited for a response or other reaction before catching on to what had his attention and immediately pouting.

“It’s not a late April Fool’s prank! I was just asking!” she declared, “Five percent is no joke!” Sydney just gave her a raised eyebrow, unimpressed, and she rolled her eyes. “Fiiine. I guess we can make do with just one pizza oven for now,” Vanessa sighed and turned back to her pile of papers, blinking at the stains on everything before looking up at Alex and Gregory coughing in tandem and thumping their chests. “What’s wrong with you two?” she asked them in concern.

Both of them looked at each other in disbelief before staring at her with the same dumbfounded expression.

#reblogging for late comers

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Afton-Herrera Moments

Just random little moments of the household my brain comes up with.

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Waking up slowly and contentedly was such a nice feeling still. Vanessa hummed softly to herself, keeping her eyes closed against the morning light as she gave herself time to luxuriate in the feeling of safety and comfort.

Each night as they drifted off to sleep, she and Sydney lay on their respective sides of the considerably large bed they shared, yet each morning they woke to find they’d gravitated to each other during the night, seeking closeness to reassure themselves the other was still there. Vanessa smiled a little to herself, cuddling closer to her best friend as he kept his arms wrapped loosely around her in a hug, his soft snores brushing over the top of her head. Warm, safe, comfortable.

She’d like to stay bundled up like this, wrapped in a hug and tucked under cozy blankets, but there was work still to be done to prepare their restaurant for opening and Gregory had to go to school, Alex to work, Freddy to the animatronic workshop for weekly cleaning…

Well, maybe they could skip a day. Alex could take care of Gregory himself for a while. Vanessa hummed again, pressing herself closer to Sydney as she drifted towards sleep again, only to grumble under her breath as the man shifted and yawned over her head. He gave her a light squeeze of a hug as his morning greeting before pulling away carefully and sitting up, blinking with squinted eyes at the thin curtains letting sunlight into the bedroom.

She whined at the loss of warmth and comfort, squeezing her eyes shut in refusal of fully waking and reaching out in Sydney’s general direction, childishly making grabbing motions as if she could latch on from a distance and pull him back down under the blankets with her. All she got for her effort was a very light tapping against her forehead that had her open her eyes to see the knuckles of Sydney’s fingers delicately pressed to her skin, an amused expression on his face and one brow raised as if to question her behavior.

“What?” Vanessa mumbled grumpily, pouting as Sydney’s small smile grew into a full grin, “I was warm and comfy! Don’t wanna get up. Lie down with meeee.”

He just shook his head at her, tapping his fingers against his wrist instead to remind her of the time. Spoilsport. She groaned loudly just to make sure he was fully aware of how much she didn’t want to do any of it before sweeping the blankets off herself.

Time for another day of bashing her head against the paperwork and red tape that seemed determined to work against her in financing and opening a restaurant. Sydney’s two million dollar infusion of funds at his personal risk could only take them so far. She had to pull her weight and navigate the legalities to carry them the rest of the way.

Didn’t mean she’d be happy with it interrupting her lazy morning cuddling.

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Breakfast in the kitchen consisted of Alex sipping coffee after munching on toast and eggs, Gregory enjoying a glass of orange juice while Freddy packed a lunch for him for school, Sydney washing some of the dishes used in cooking and Vanessa pouring over several text-dense forms and documents. There was an air of domestic tranquility that seemed almost normal and so was eerie for the group.

“Hm,” Vanessa hummed as she sat up and lifted one of the documents to narrow her eyes at the text, “There’s a financing credit for young couples made available last year that’s still in circulation. Extra 5% in loans and lower interest repayment.” She looked over at Sydney, holding up the paper, “Hey, do you wanna get married so I can buy an extra pizza oven?”

Behind her, two violent sputterings erupted as brown and orange liquid sprayed over the table while Sydney turned to stare at her in confusion, head tilting. His gaze flicked over the document, then to her face, then to the nearby calendar where his eyes narrowed as he focused on the dates. Vanessa waited for a response or other reaction before catching on to what had his attention and immediately pouting.

“It’s not a late April Fool’s prank! I was just asking!” she declared, “Five percent is no joke!” Sydney just gave her a raised eyebrow, unimpressed, and she rolled her eyes. “Fiiine. I guess we can make do with just one pizza oven for now,” Vanessa sighed and turned back to her pile of papers, blinking at the stains on everything before looking up at Alex and Gregory coughing in tandem and thumping their chests. “What’s wrong with you two?” she asked them in concern.

Both of them looked at each other in disbelief before staring at her with the same dumbfounded expression.

#bits and pieces #fnaf vanessa #fnaf gregory #herrera brothers #fnaf au #parlourverse au #fanfiction

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Ok yes! tragedy! BUT. You say Digi-type and I hear ‘patchwork short dude with vitiligo and the Most wild undercut ever because one of these guys doesn’t brush his hair and the other didn’t need to’. And then ‘generally fusing literally any two people in the Afton-Herrera household is a recipe for chaos’.

The fact that that household manages to function at all is a goddamned miracle and every single member of it knows that.

One of these days, someone's gonna have a laughing breakdown and everyone's just counting the days until it's their turn at it. /hj

#the writer rambles

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I have a very silly confession

The Detective AU is the reason why I started to ship Mike and Foxy

It started as "two ex bestfriends act like divorced married couple in the later seasons and they never dated but everyone thinks they do/did" to "But what if... friends to enemies to lovers trope slaps actually"

They would never kiss canonically, but I can imagine it here or any other aus hehe. I am their strongest soldier.

Tropes are fun to play with, especially the ones that weren't there at the start but start to wiggle into your head the more you play in the AU and make you go 'hmm, what if...?'

AUs are so much fun! x3

#the writer rambles

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Glamrock Freddy, staring at the ruins of Gator Golf: What happened here?!

Gregory: Monty was chasing me around on the catwalks and then he tripped and fell.

Freddy: How does him falling off do this much destruction?!

Gregory: He's big. And heavy. And I'm just a smol bean.

Freddy: ...

Gregory: Unrelated but I have this sweet pair of new claws I can upgrade you with, so let's go to Parts and Services!

#fnaf gregory #glamrock freddy #parlourverse au #the lil shit #see the mike schmidt in him? lmao

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Actually, speaking of the Five, poor Faith. She spends her afterlife trying to protect this guy and then her second life as his daughter, then this. Or Jeremy! That's his kid :( not to mention the fact that they both spent so long back in the beginning trying to *keep* Mike from Remembering, versus Gregory being a lot more future-looking than Mike was.

Well, at least this way it's easier for him to not remember stuff?

Jeremy's def gonna be devastated once he realizes who this kid that keeps showing up and bugging them to teach him about upgrading animatronics actually is.

And Faith, man, that's gotta hurt so much. Genuinely thought he could finally rest and be at peace and the Aftons messed him up even more than she had been.

#the writer rambles