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stardustrobin · 4 months

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That's not Child's Play

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Vanessa doesn’t trust the plush Spring Bonnie that T’aaku found. He isn’t willing to throw it out. Spring Bonnie comes to life and attacks Vanessa.

Something new sat in the nursery, staring with blank purple eyes. Settled beside the baby crib, the plush seemed like a sentry over the young infant Deishu. But Vanessa thought it more horrifying than anything else, and she couldn’t wrap her head around why T’aaku would have added this to the nursery… or when. She didn’t remember it when they first moved in together, and she had helped set it up when he came to live in her home. Yet, there the golden rabbit plush was, as if it had always been there.

“T’aaku?” Vanessa called, never taking her eyes off the plush golden Bonnie. They had been through entirely too much to not question this strange appearance. “Can you come here?”

He didn’t leave her waiting for long, hurrying into the nursery in case something was wrong. “Yeah?” His voice was soft, dripping with his own anxiety. “What’s wrong?” The blonde pointed to the plush rabbit, his yellow eyes following until they fell on the strange plush. Then his heart ached, tightening in his chest.

Golden Bonnie. --William’s mascot. He had only ever known the man as the costumed character, having pulled William out of the secret room while he was trapped in the springlocked suit. The imagery of the golden rabbit was so heavily tied to everything T’aaku knew of his ex-lover, how could it be anything or anyone else? And then he felt guilty for not moving it sooner, now seeing the confused and terrified look in Vanessa’s green eyes. “Oh, that…” The mechanic swallowed down the lump forming in his throat. “Yeah, I… I don’t know where it came from. I think Aniu may have got it for him?”

But that didn’t make sense either. Aniu had made it her mission to bring justice to the children who lost their lives, to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that William Afton was the murderer never charged.

“Deishu really likes him,” T’aaku tried to add as he slipped past her and closer to the crib. He took the golden Bonnie plush gently in hand, his gaze softened as he looked it over.

Vanessa struggled to find the words. She didn’t blame T’aaku for any lingering affection (even if she didn’t quite understand it), but… “It’s creepy,” she admitted. “I don’t like it.” Her lover shrunk back like a kicked dog, falling quiet for the moment. He didn’t see the harm in keeping a toy around.

“It’s not real, Vanessa…” Rarely was there a moment he would try to argue with her. Oftentimes, they agreed on… well, everything. Having spent so much time together, Vanessa and T’aaku found themselves in sync with each other.

Was he really going to get upset over a stuffed animal? Then she paused, her green eyes shifting down. Was she really going to get upset over a stuffed animal? She clenched her hands, feeling something bitter bubbling in her gut as her eyes narrowed. Unable to explain, Vanessa was forced to resign, even if there was something off about the plush. Clearly, T’aaku didn’t feel the same way. And wouldn’t he know? His goggles were special, even if he never told her how or why. He would be able to see if there was something truly wrong with it. “Nevermind,” she mumbled, retreating from the nursery.

That would not be the end of it.

Vanessa swore the plush began moving around on its own. She would remember seeing it in one spot, only to find it in a completely different area of the house later. T’aaku was soft on the plush, wanting its company and somehow finding comfort in it. Vanessa didn’t understand, but she wasn’t going to give him much pushback for it either. Feelings were complicated. Despite how she felt about William, and the hell he put them both through-- she understood that her partner’s feelings (while messy) were genuine. And to his credit, T’aaku never argued in defense of their tormenter. At the end of the day, the mechanic had still come through for her-- saved her from William’s hold on her mind. He stood his ground and worked hard to take down the Monster in the pizzaplex. Together, they trapped the Mimic animatronic below, and brought MXES out to tackle the electronic beast William had become.

She trusted her partner. And so, she kept her mouth shut about the oddities surrounding the Golden Bonnie plush. In the wake of her freedom, Vanessa knew she was prone to hallucinations and wrote off what she saw as nothing more than that: hallucinations. Her mind playing tricks on her.

It was nothing to worry T’aaku over. Until that day--

Sharp pain shot through her whole body from the force of something metal penetrating her side. Vanessa immediately recoiled and fell to the floor, putting pressure on the open wound that took her by surprise. Blood seeped out, staining her white tank top. Her body trembled, overcome by agony and shock. What just happened?

And then she was answered with a sneer. Her green eyes shifted up, finding the now animated plush of Golden Bonnie, his little paws bloodied. How he managed to shove a small pipe through her was beyond the blonde, who crawled back to create some distance between them. “Does it hurt?” William’s deep voice purred out from the plushie. “I guarantee it doesn’t hurt as badly as what you did to me.”

“Fuck you-” Vanessa breathed out, but the pain in her voice made the statement lose its edge. It betrayed her, showing how truly scared she was in the moment. Her body pressed against the wall, one of her arms slapping against it for support-- to keep her weight off the protrusion in her side. Her voice might have failed her, too weak to call for help, but the scraping and scrambling done in her weakened state was enough.

T’aaku’s white German Shepherd-- Shane, had heard the subtle sounds of distress. His sensitive nose immediately caught on the smell of blood, and he was off hunting down the source. Nose to the ground, the massive canine padded around the home until he found the threshold to the room Vanessa was trapped in.

--the room where the living plush stood, taunting her.

Shane’s fur bristled along his shoulders and neck as he let out a vicious bark, loud enough to catch T’aaku’s attention outside. Then, the canine lunged for the plushie, his metallic fangs ripping through cloth and stuffing with ease. There was nowhere to run. And no matter what William did, what scheming he came up with-- this damn dog was always there to ruin his plans.

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stardustrobin · 4 months

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The Slash of 23

Their curiosities and excitement had gotten the better of them. Perhaps next time, they’ll listen when their father says not to wander off.

If there was a next time.

Both girls cowered in the corner, trapped and hugging each other. Their only exit was blocked by the monstrous rabbit animatronic, which lumbered closer. Brooke was struck mute, her entire body trembling with fright as she tried to make herself smaller behind her twin sister. Bailey wanted to be brave, wanted to protect her sister from the monster approaching them. --but she was just as scared, with tears spilling down her cheeks. “Go away!” She spat, pressing herself further back and nearly crushing Brooke against the wall.

For the first time in thirty long years, William felt the thrill of the hunt. Little innocent lives cornered and desperate, completely at his mercy; he recognized Michael in them both, and surely they must be related. He began to salivate at the ideas running through his mind for what came next. He spoke, a gravelly growl of tone, distorted and deep: ”What’s the matter, girls? Don’t recognize your own grandfather?”

“No!” Bailey snapped, not even responding to him as much as she was trying to scare him away. “Go away! Go away, go away, go away!!!”

A loud crash followed as Springtrap slammed one of his hands into the wall, his claws sinking through with ease. Fazbear Frights felt cheaply made, like it would crumble under too much turmoil. “Insufferable little--”

Another voice cut through whatever William wanted to say next. “Bailey!! Brooke!!”

The twin girls felt saved as their father rounded the corner. “Daddy!!” Bailey called. “Daddy, help!!”

But to Jeremy, he was more angry and relieved to find his girls and didn’t quite realize the severity of the situation they found themselves in. To him, the twins had snuck into an up and coming haunted house attraction and got caught by some ugly animatronic. “You’re both in so much trouble..!” Jeremy was not used to being the harsh parent. That was often reserved for Michael; he was *better* at it. But the fear of losing his girls really had Jeremy’s heart *pounding.* He was terrified of losing another child.

William froze, playing the part of a mindless animatronic well as Jeremy passed to collect his girls.

“Daddy, wait!” Bailey pointed at Springtrap. “He’s real!”

But Jeremy, for once, was not in the mood. “How many times have I told you not to run off like this!?” His voice raised uncharacteristically. “What if someone snatched you girls up!? I’d never see you again!” He, too, began to shake from his own grief. Past memories of a dead infant still haunted him at times. He and Michael have been through too much.

And his anger finally silenced Bailey, who dropped her hand in resignation.

It was time. ”Finally punched out a couple of bastards from my kid, Fitzgerald?”

Jeremy froze. His shoulders slumped as a cold dread twisted in his gut. He hadn’t heard that voice in so long-- not outside of his nightmares, at least. Immediately, he whipped around and stood protectively in front of his girls. His heart was pounding, a cold sweat sheen coming over him. “William?”

Immediately, the broken down Spring Bonnie began to laugh as he sprung to life, his taller form looming over Jeremy and his children. ”You can’t escape,” he snarled. ”We both know it--”

Jeremy wasn’t going to wait. William had already taken so much from them. His hands balled into tight fists, rage taking over when he swung. His fist collided against the Spring Bonnie head with a heavy thud! But unlike last time? William hardly moved. Another laugh left the elder man as he raised his hand and raked his claws across Jeremy’s face, knocking him back with ease.

Searing pain pulsated across his face as blood gushed out of freshly open wounds. Jeremy fell back hard, much to the dismay of his daughters. “Daddy, are you alright!?” Bailey latched onto her father’s shoulder as Brooke cowered closer. To the twins, their father had been unbeatable. But now, a monster had so easily cut him down. As they stood behind him, the girls were spared the gore painted across their father’s face: his eye gouged out entirely.

“Jer?” And then there was Michael.

Both William and Jeremy tensed up. Springtrap turned like a feral animal, salivating with each approaching footstep. Bailey raised her voice again, scared out of her mind and wanting to feel safe from the monster cornering her: “Mama!! Help!!” She choked on her sobs, her little hands clinging tight to her father.

But Jeremy felt his heart pounding in terror. Michael couldn’t-- “No, Mikey! Go away!!”

Unfortunately, the younger Afton rounded the corner, coming face to face with the horrible sight: His husband, bleeding profusely, sheltering both girls from the moldy rabbit suit that was very obviously Spring Bonnie. Michael froze, his heart skipping a beat. “Dad--”

William had to hold himself back from lunging ahead. ”Hello, Michael.”

Michael knew he had to do something. He couldn’t abandon his family, no matter how much Jeremy shouted at him to go. Swearing under his breath, Michael grabbed for one of the tools at his hip and chucked it at Springtrap before taking off in an opposite direction. The tension finally broke in William, who went charging at his son, abandoning Jeremy and the twins. “No!” Jeremy tried to stand, his legs giving out from the pain coursing through his body. “Shit-- shit!”

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stardustrobin · 5 months

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stardustrobin · 5 months

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here's the tag for my AU (x) art by @stardustrobin

Harry & Peter are married! Childhood friends that (much to Norman's excitement) got married young. They have a son together (Normie)

Harry is trans (FtM) & started transitioning after he had Normie. However, he socially transitioned when he was younger.

Together, they run the Emily-May foundation. Peter still manages to do Spider-Man work on the side, as Harry is well aware of his husbands "other job." This sometimes causes issues between them when Peter gets a little too involved in Spider-Man duties.

But that's okay, bc these two have a Third in their relationship: a now mostly reformed Quentin Beck. Harry likes to bring him into the "Spider-Man" arguments to help get Peter's shit together

Info dump below the cut for our AU

Harry Osborn:

standing at 5'10, black hair & lilac eyes (Norman also has lilac eyes. might be something to do with their illness? hmm... )

He has a pet wolf named Lyra, who he & Quentin stole from a local dog-fighting ring that Mysterio interrupted (thanks to Harry's begging). Harry is rarely ever seen without her

Harry & Norman both have a genetic, terminal illness they hide from the public.

Harry is biracial-- his mother originally from a Reservation in Montana. She is Lakota. However, she is no longer with Norman & no one knows why she left

Harry speaks Lakota fluently. He often talks shit with Quentin

Harry is the secret donor behind Quentin's Mysteriums that have been popping up around the city. He, Quentin, & Peter all frequent the locations for dates, which lead to these Mysteriums being a huge success

active on social media, with successful insta & tiktok pages. He also shares a Youtube page with Quetin, but Quentin usually runs it & comes up with projects for the page

Harry is an abuse survivor, but only Quentin & Peter are privy to the extent of what he's endured from Norman through his life. He has a strained relationship with Norman, but can't completely separate himself

Harry used to have a relationship with MJ, but it was short-lived. They're still very close. Normie loves his Auntie MJ too

despite Harry & Norman's condition -- Normie didn't seem to get the same illness. odd...

Harry has some goblin tech he worked on for himself. he calls his persona the Hobgoblin & will sometimes join Peter on patrols, but not often. This persona has also been seen with Mysterio, but never for any villainous activities

Peter Parker:

tall and lanky with some decent lean muscle; boy is topped off at around 6’3”

fluffy chocolate brown hair

dark hazel eyes; lots of nice deep greens mixed with some browns and ambers

freckles only on his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose; also has a few on his shoulders

aside from web-slinging his main modes of transportation are a skateboard, a bike, a scooter, and getting rides from Harry

his board, bike, and scooter are all second hand, he got the board from the pawnshop and the bike and the scooter from alleyway dumpsters

he’s fixed up the bike and scooter himself, the board was already in pretty good condition

Uncle Ben did teach him how to drive, but it's just easier and quicker for him to board where he needs to be

he and Aunt May did keep Ben’s old truck in case they need it to drive around town

100% Jewish

like in your face about it, he and Aunt May celebrate every holiday

used to go Synagogue all the time with Uncle Ben and Aunt May; now it more or less every so often when he has or can make the free time-- Aunt May goes to Synagogue often and catches Peter up on what he misses

he knows how to speak and write Hebrew; Uncle Ben was his primary teacher and then Aunt May helped out

doesn’t always stick 100% to Kosher-- oops don’t tell Aunt May

will absolutely throw in Yiddish into his speech-- Aunt May is 100% to blame

has only ever dated Harry Osborn and Gwen Stacy-- doesn’t date MJ in my books

however he does get a bit of a crush but quickly loses interest but they become really close friends

doesn’t like taking handouts, prefers to work and earn his own money/things

does get visibly uncomfortable when people offer/give him money and/or handouts

Harry Osborn was his first crush and first love

Gwen is also his first girlfriend

Peter is bi

he really loves taking pictures and he’s good at it, once he started working for the Daily Bugle he started to get more serious in his photography

pretty much all his photography gear is second hand, he does have a few new things that he’s saved up for and bought for himself

doesn’t leave his Aunt May, he makes sure to stay with her so he can help her out with what she needs

doesn’t really buy a lotta new stuff for himself, most of his things do come second hand

his gadgets are mainly made from scraps and spare parts he finds, but he does buy what he needs

after the spider bite he doesn’t really need to wear his glasses anymore, but he does wear them/keep them on her person out of habit-- he’s changed the prescription glass to just regular plastics

May let Peter keep Ben’s wedding band, he keeps it on his Star of David necklace that he keeps tucked in his shirt for luck and inspiration

Aunt May totally knows that he’s Spider-Man, he just doesn’t know she knows

after becoming Spider-Man he started to teach himself how to fight better, some of his moves in the beginning of hero came from his spidey sense, instinct, and reflex-- he chose to hone those skills to become better and not get himself or others hurt

has a pet opossum named Gizmo that he rescued from a dumpster and he thought she was a cat

Lyra & Gizmo are very close, surprisingly. You can often find Gizmo hanging on to Lyra, traveling & sharing food together.

when Spider-Man & Hobgoblin go out, they call themselves the "Spider-Pals," which started as a joke but stuck

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stardustrobin · 8 months

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the signs they have in hell in good omens r so silly