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yellowbunnydreams · 5 months

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Bunny Ears (Part 2) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

~Prepare for fluff!~

Part 1

Tag List: @ruh--roh-raggy @h4nluv @sleepy---head

Cw: CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce (more tags will be added later in the story)

The last shift of your first week at Freddy's was welcomed with open arms by the time it arrived. You had known it would be chaos dealing with children, change, tickets, prizes, the arcade and all the fun responsibilities that came with being a restaurant but by the Saturday morning, you were ready to have a day off and take off the shoes you'd brought to work in.

Two days in you had decided that the somewhat flimsy shoes you had originally brought with you were no good after you were tired of getting your toes stepped on by small children, so you had been and bought some still pretty but sturdy black boots to work in and ever since you had been minorly less injured by children. Minorly. Children were prone to being slightly feral when hyped on slightly watered down fizzy-drinks and pizza as well as surrounded by bright lights and colours.

Spotting a child trying to climb on stage, you sigh and walk over with a bright smile, gently tapping the kid on the shoulder and making them turn around as you bent down to their height. Your bright red vest and confetti blouse wrinkling slightly as you almost ended up kneeling on the sticky carpet, the kid's face scrunched up in annoyance at the intrusion of his playtime until he noticed it was a member of staff.

"Hey buddy! I've been so silly and forgotten the rules of Freddy's and you seem like a smart little man," You said brightly, watching the kid puff out his striped shirt chest and straighten up, trying not to smile that somebody at Freddy's had called him smart. "can you tell them to me again?"

"Sure I can! I can cause I'm smart!" He tried to lower his voice to sound more important, and it made your heart melt slightly as to how adorable it was. Nodding encouragingly as you waited for him to speak.

"Go on then buddy."

"Well umm... You gotta not run! That's the biggest rule and the biggest means it's first! Then um... umm, oh you've got no loud noises...Go to the bathroom? Know where your mommy is!...um...umm. Don't touch Freddy? Don't hit other people! and um..umm that's it."

"Well done superstar! What were you about to do when I came over?" You asked, knowing the kid was puffed up in pride and would walk right into the question.

"I was going to give Freddy a hug!" Suddenly looking sheepish as he realised what had happened and why you had asked him. His shoulders sagging and his lip pouting as he bowed his little head, making you touch his shoulder gently again to grab his attention, making him look up and reveal teary eyes.

"I'm guess he's your favourite?" The kid nodded and you reached into your pocket, pulling out a Freddy Fazbear sticker and handing it to the kid with some arcade tokens. "Well that's okay, but you have to stick to the rules buddy, although you get a prize for being such a superstar and remembering them!"

Standing up, any thoughts of tears from the child were gone and he ran back off into the restaurant to play whatever game was popular that day, or to make new friends about their favourite animatronics. You were always surprised to see how many kids 'played Freddy's' by collecting kids with different favourites and would huddle in groups, taking turns singing various songs from the pizzeria.

You jumped as you turned around and almost walked into Garret, clutching your heart thumping in your chest as you took a deep breath and composed yourself. He shrugged his shoulders at the fact he had been standing so close to you, clearing his throat like that would remedy it.

"What is it Garret? And if you say that the ladies need cleaning again, I did it twice yesterday, I'm not doing it today." You said, keen to move as you were aware that you were in front of the main stage and according to your watch it was only four minutes until showtime, confirmed over the tannoy which only seemed to hype the kids around you up more. All rushing to eat, drink and play before the next show as if they didn't happen every twenty minutes.

"No actually, Daphne has that today. But Henry said he needed you to pop into parts and services and find him a 'flux capacitor', in the labelled box and bring it to him. He needs it for the parts order next week." He shrugged and you squinted at him for a second before you nodded and thanked him for passing on the message, heading towards Parts and Services, a back room down the concrete back halls of the place.

It didn't take you long to find it, after a few minutes of searching and asking somebody where it was as they passed by. But as you opened the door, you noticed how cluttered it was initially. Sighing as you realised how long it was going to take trying to find a presumably small part in a mess of cables, boxes and half-built things you were nervous to go near in case they broke. The few dim bulbs overhead didn't help as you began to search, carefully picking up boxes or moving coils of wire to check the labels, wondering if there was any form of organisation as you opened up a large box labelled as 'fuses' and finding animatronic eyes staring back, cold and unblinking.

Sighing, you stood up again and took a half-step back to try and turn around and try not to disturb anything perched precariously on the workbench nearby. Your back hitting something unexpectedly and making you scream, throwing your hands up to cover your face and cowering back into the shelves as you startled. A large hand darting out over the top of you and gripping the shelf you bumped into to stop it from potentially tipping over.

Removing your hands from your face you found yourself confronted with a white undershirt that was stained with motor oil and grease from the animatronics, forcing you to look up and face the quizzical expression that was looking down at you. Grey eyes behind gold rimmed aviator glasses sparkling with amusement, deep brown hair and the slightest beard going on that had just started to grey closer to the temples. Swallowing hard, you blinked up at the unfamiliar man, mind racing along with your heart.

"Well I know I'm all dirty and shit but do I really look that bad?" The baritone voice chuckled, slightly gravelly and still somehow warm enough to make you melt slightly.

"N-No sir I'm so so sorry, I-I didn't mean-" You began to stammer before the man removed his arm from above your head, stepping back and sitting at a chair from the workbench, giving you a better look at him even under the dim lights.

He was shirtless, or at least, no proper shirt on but rather a white-tshirt. Giving you a good view of his broad shoulders and thick arms, the tight shirt giving you a good idea of a developing dad-body that still somehow screamed muscular and how tall he was as he stretched his legs out, crossing his arms and holding his biceps, making you glance at his hands and noticing how large they too seemed.

"Are you new here?" He asked, tilting his head to one side as he looked at you critically, his expression serious despite the humour in his eyes that you had briefly seen.

"Yes sir. I started this week." Swallowing nervously as you tried to look anywhere but the large man infront of you, occasionally meeting his eyes to be polite but otherwise trying not to stare, knowing your cheeks were already heated up enough and you could tell you were blushing hard.

"Figures, I'm going to take a gamble and say... Garret, that spotty teenage kid? Kinda weedy looking? Told you to come in here and look for something?" Hiding amusement from his voice as he sat observing you, thinking that perhaps you were too naive and sweet to be back in the grimy bowels of the establishment.

"Yes sir, he um.. He said I needed a 'flux capacitor' or something for the parts order for-" You didn't get much further as the man began to laugh, a deep bassy sound that made your chest flutter slightly as you heard it, definitely blushing if you weren't before. His face split into a grin, revealing a lopsided smile as he shifted and stood up again, once more towering over your much smaller frame.

"Yeah he's fucking with you. I'll admit, this is one of the more...creative... ways that a new staff member has been hazed." Chuckling still as he walked over to a different bench, making you realise that had probably been where he was stood before you bumped into him. "They usually get the newbies to come in here and bring random shit out, but actually having you look for something that doesn't exist, quite funny."

You felt your cheeks burning as he laughed at you and made you feel uncomfortable, squirming as you tried to stand for the scrutiny before you looked up at him tinkering away with something on a bench, realising that you hadn't seen him the entire week you'd been working there. It was your turn to cross your arms, clearing your throat slightly before speaking.

"You know, I don't know who you are. You're not wearing a uniform or a name badge, so I'd like to see some ID please." You said, holding out one hand and struggling to try and keep your composure as the broad and tall man stopped tinkering and turned his head to blink at you.

He saw you stood there, tiny compared to him and still trying to defiantly hold out your hand, demanding to see ID and prove that he was meant to be there. He tried not to smile as he reached into his slacks pockets and pulled out his wallet, thumbing through it until he pulled out two cards. His Fazbear employee card and his drivers licence, handing them over simultaneously and letting you inspect them closely.

You looked over them carefully, although it took seconds before your face paled and it fell. Body shaking as you realised how badly you had fucked up by demanding ID from the man.

"Sorry, we don't seem to have met before, I'm William Afton, co-owner of Freddy Fazbear's." Grinning widely as he plucked the cards from your hands and put them on the worktop before offering a rough, oily hand to shake. Taking a little humour in your shocked expression as you shakily took his hand, almost lost in his as you both shook and introduced yourself. Quietly giving him your name too.

"It's nice to meet you little lady, but I'm sure you have to get back out into the colourful world of Freddy's." He suggested, trying to contain his laughter as you swallowed nervously, avoiding his eyes again which was a small pet-peeve of his, but he was willing to be forgiving on that occasion as you had been caught off-guard by him and didn't know him yet.

Gesturing to the door, you allowed him to escort you there, turning back to apologise to him before he leaned against the doorframe and looked down at you with a grin, wanting to fuck with you some more before he fully let you go.

"You're welcome back any time though, Henry doesn't usually let the pretty ones come down here." He laughed darkly, making a biting motion with a slightly snarled lip at you and listening to the squeak you made as you practically speed walked down the hallway with an obvious blush on your cheeks. Chuckling to himself at the fact he had flustered you so successfully.

You practically burst into the restaurant and went straight onto your break, plopping down into the staff room and placing your head in your hands, groaning loudly as you tried to process what had just happened. Hearing the chair opposite you scrape back, you saw Stacey looking at you curiously, eyebrow raised as you just shook your head at her.

"So, you practically ran through the building like your ass was on fire, what's up?" She teased, making you shake your head again, face burning as you tried to repress your new image of William Afton and could still hear his baritone voice in your ears.

"It's nothing Stacey."

"Bullshit! Come on! Did you stare at one of the dad's too long or something?" She teased, poking at your arm and hands until you pulled them away from your face and revealed the heavy blush, making her laugh even more "Oh come on, what could have been sooo bad?"

"I met Mr. Afton." Stacey snorted as you said it, raising a sceptical eyebrow and grinning at you.

"Okay, and I mean, he can be weird but like, what else is there to-"

"Stacey I asked him for his fucking ID and employee badge since he wasn't in uniform." You decided to leave out the part where he had called you pretty and bit at you in a way that you were almost ashamed to say made your stomach flutter with butterflies, and the fact you had run into him. Physically run into him. And screamed when you saw him.

The encounter got more and more embarrassing the more you thought about it.

"Well...Shit." Stacey offered helpfully, patting your hand consolingly as you felt your body burning up in shame. "Guess you gotta hope and pray he forgets by Monday."

You knew you certainly wouldn't forget by Monday, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew he wouldn't either.

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Keep My Wife's Name Out Your Mouth (NSFW 18+)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: You better not ever disrespect Jackman’s wife in front of him

Synopsis: Jack is excited to be interviewed and go on one of his favorite late night talk shows. However, it takes an unexpected turn when you are brought up in the conversation and Jack has to let him know that disrespecting his wife is off limits.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: the beautiful @badbihk 😘😘

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“Babe, am I actually ready to go before you? That has to be a first. I think we should take a picture and document this for future reference.” You say looking at him in disbelief and he simply rolled his eyes.

“Baby, all I literally have to do is put my shoe on. I’m already dressed.”

“But, I was still ready before you! Both of my shoes are on!”

“Keep telling yourself that baby girl. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Jack replied while leaning down to kiss you as you stood up from the bed.

“Both of us are ready on time so Neelam can’t yell at us.”

“And she better know that this was probably a once in a lifetime thing too and not to get used to it.”

“HEY! I am not that bad!”

“You’re cute, so I’ll let it slide but you definitely are that bad. Have been since high school.”

You rolled your eyes before grabbing your phone and placing it in your back pocket ready to make your way downstairs with your husband.

Private Garden was in New York so all of you decided to tag along to Jack’s interview and simply stay backstage in the green room.

You admit Trevor Washington’s late night talk show was one of your favorites and always kept you entertained. You had never been interviewed by him yourself, but you were definitely open to the idea.

All of you were now settled backstage and Jack was due to go on within the next few minutes.

“I’m hungry!”

“Shloob! I thought you said you were going to get food before we left?”

“I was but then I saw this girl and I had to shoot my shot sooo that took up all of my time.”

“Pussy over food. I like the way you think Shloob.” You said while laughing.

“But I mean pussy technically is food since the whole phrase is eating her out.”

“NO LIES TOLD!”

“I want some pizza. We are in New York after all.”

“No, Chicago is better!” 2fo said while looking up at you in disbelief.

“It’s good, but way too much sauce!”

“The sauce is the best part!”

“Are yall really arguing over pizza?” Neelam asked as she shook her head.

“Yall need to stop because yall are making me hungrier than I was before.”

“We shouldn’t be long. Oh, what about a cheesesteak?”

“Nee, we are not in Philly so that’s a hard no.”

“It’s really not that far.”

“Nee, we are not driving this late at night just so your ass can get a cheesesteak. It’s going to take us like four hours!”

“Not if you drive!”

“You know what, she’s not telling any lies. I hate being in the car with you when you drive. I swear your ass be on two wheels instead of four.”

“But did you die?” You asked while rolling your eyes and waiting for an answer.

“Who taught you how to drive anyway!? I don’t see how you passed your driver’s test.”

“Jack did! And my sister!”

“Oh God.”

“He definitely failed at that shit. You don’t be obeying any type of traffic laws.”

“That can’t be because I actually feel safe when I ride with him.”

“And the fact that you got your license on the first try?”

“URBY! Tell them to stop picking on me!” You turned to Urban who was sitting beside you who was trying not to laugh.

“Uhh, you do kinda be hitting curbs and speeding mamas.”

“I don’t like you either.”

“That’s okay, Y/N, I’d ride with you any day.”

“Thanks Nee, because I am literally surrounded by a bunch of haters.”

“We not hating we’re telling the truth!”

“I still want a slice of pizza.”

“Shloob be patient, damn.”

The interview was underway and going smoothly. Trevor had been asking Jack about his album, tour, who he wanted to do songs with in the future and his favorite things to do to past the time when he's touring and going from city to city.

Then it took an unexpected turn when the conversation turned to you.

Jack loved talking about you any chance that he got, but this was definitely off limits.

"Be honest man, your wife freaky as hell isn't she?"

"Why the.... why are you asking me that?"

All of PG and Neelam had looks of disbelief as they were watching the scene unfold in the green room and you were left speechless and quickly became uncomfortable.

Yes, you would joke around about your sex life all the time with your husband but this just felt... weird.

"Please tell me he didn't just ask that." Quiiso said while looking dumbfounded.

"Jack is about to tear into his ass right now. Shloob send up a prayer on Trevor's behalf."

"Say less because you're exactly right."

They now turned their attention back to the screen to see how Jack was going to react.

At this point, he was clenching his fist and that infamous neck vein was poking out indicating he was now pissed off.

"Come on, we all wanna know. I would kill to have one night with your her."

"Not a chance in hell and you need to stop disrespecting her."

"But, I heard how you share her with your best friend Urban. I'd like a turn."

"And that's my business and not yours."

"Whoa Jack we're all friends here."

You were now extremely uncomfortable and Urban who was sitting closest to you looked on with wide eyes.

"Friends? My friends only show my wife respect which is the opposite of what you're doing right now. So keep my wife's name out of your fucking mouth. And you need to stop disrespecting her in front of me. We're done."

It was dead silent and no one knew how to react to what had just happened.

Jack then got up pulling off the microphone that was clipped to him and storming backstage in the direction of the green room.

He stormed into the green room and promptly took your hand pulling you up off the couch while the rest of PG was taking in the scene in front of them.

"Babe..." You quietly said and he didn't even give you a chance to finish your sentence.

"We're leaving. NOW."

The car ride back to the hotel was quiet and awkward.

No one was trying to make eye contact with Jack and he was still fuming.

You were sitting next to your husband and was attempting to get him to calm down but he wasn't having it.

Every time you attempted to hold his hand, he would immediately move away from you and that definitely stung a little bit.

Shloob was the first one to break the silence and of course his mind was on something completely different than what had just happened.

"I'm still hungry, are we getting food?"

"Shloob not now!" Neelam scolded because she didn't want anyone saying anything else to piss Jack off even more.

She had seen in the past how he could get when he was pissed off and that one time she had seen it, it was directed at her for making you cry and hurting your feelings.

She definitely did not want a repeat of that happening tonight.

Once the two of you reached your hotel suite, you immediately reached for him again and he once again brushed you off.

“Baby, don’t.”

“But!”

“I’m not mad at you so please don’t think that. I just... I need a minute. I just can’t believe anyone would even disrespect you like that to my fucking face.”

“But you can’t let him get to you.”

“I should’ve kicked his ass right then and there. No one ever disrespects you like that.”

“But the last thing you want is to bring negative attention to yourself. I think I’ve done enough of that for the both of us.” You said muttering that last part referring to the multiple incidents with Anitta.

One thing about the Harlows is that they don’t play about each other and will tear your ass apart if you decide to get the stupid idea of disrespecting them in any way, shape, or form.

“At this point, I don’t fucking care because it has to deal with you and you know that the one thing I don’t fucking play about is my wife.” Jack was now pacing along the living room area of the suite and you were running out of ideas of how to get him to calm down.

“I know, but I’m going to need for you to calm down.” You said grabbing onto his hand and pulling him into a hug.

“I need to kick his ass, that’s the only thing at this point that will get me to calm down.”

“Let’s just sleep on it, babe. I promise you’ll feel better.”

“Nah, I need you and I’m frustrated. If you don’t want me to kick his ass then that’s the next best thing. I need to take my mind off of it.”

“That’s fine, but I’m seriously going to need for you to calm down. Your heart is literally racing a mile a minute because of how mad you are. And I’m scared as shit because I have literally never seen you so mad before and quite frankly I don’t want to ever again. You can’t let someone upset you that literally has no chance of taking your wife from you. You know that is never going to happen.”

“But why did he feel the need to say that anyway? Especially when that was my first time meeting him? He has no respect for women at all. I mean yes we joke about it all the time, but it was the way he said it that I didn’t like. You don’t know me well enough to be pulling that type of shit and even if he did, everyone around us knows better than to say some shit like that outta their mouths.”

“If I did have to post your bail, me and PG would make shirts that say free Lil Jack Jack.” You said attempting to get your husband to laugh and being satisfied once you had succeeded.

You were still laying your head against his chest and sure enough every since you caught him in your embrace, his heartbeat started to slow down to a normal pace.

You had a hell of an effect on your husband to be able to calm him down in less than thirty seconds.

“You can’t take anything serious can you?” Jack asked while looking down at you and laughing.

“Actually that’s you. I can take plenty of things seriously but I wanted to make my husband laugh and I succeeded.”

“That you did.” Jack said leaning down to kiss you.

“Hmm, besides...”

“Besides, what mamas?”

“He has literally a 0% chance of ever getting that close to me. I heard his dick was small anyway.”

“Wait... how in the world do you know that?”

“SZA fucked him and told us in the group chat. She said 0 out of 5 stars would not recommend and she literally blocked him as soon as she got downstairs in her car. So, you have nothing to worry about.”

“What else goes on in this group chat that I don’t know about?”

“Aht aht! I let it slide because it’s relevant to the situation. Bad bitches only.”

“Hmm, I guess I can let that slide for now.”

“Good, so are you better now?”

“I am, thank you baby.” Jack smiled down at you before kissing your nose and bringing you back into his chest.

“You’re welcome. Anything for you. I just knew you were about to punch him. I was actually waiting for it. You’ve been around me too long so I know my violent tendencies have rubbed off on you a little bit.”

“I was literally so close to doing it but then I could see it now, you would have been running from backstage to jump in and you would have wanted to beat his ass yourself for disrespecting you.”

“You know your wife well, Jackman. No lies told. But...”

“But, what?”

“You’re wearing way too many clothes for my liking.” You said stepping away from him and immediately pulling your shirt over your head. The cool air in the hotel room instantly making your nipples hard and Jack’s mouth instantly watered and you laughed at his facial expression.

“You know every time I do that, you make the same facial expression.”

“Can you blame me? My wife is fine as fuck.”

“Hmm, Jackman, clothes off NOW.”

You simply walked away from him in the direction of the bedroom and he was following close behind you discarding his clothes as he went.

He locked the door behind the two of you and you simply smirked at him.

“Lay down.” You said as you were now discarding the rest of your clothes and throwing them far away from you.

Jack had listened to your directions and he was simply waiting patiently for you as his hands were behind his head.

You slowly climbed on top of him and took in the sight of his precum leaking out and you immediately smirked before taking one long lick with Jack instantly hissing and moving his left hand towards your head to pull you down further.

You were moving him in and out of your mouth at a quick pace when you suddenly had gotten a better idea.

You could tell that his erection was almost painful from how much he was hissing at a simple touch from you and decided the best and the quickest way for him to get some type of relief is if you rode him.

Once you released him from your mouth, he had an instant attitude and rolled his eyes.

“Babe, what the actual fuck? Get your mouth back on my dick now.”

“Be patient, baby and stop whining and lose the fucking attitude because I’ll make you use your hand.”

Jack threw his head back in frustration but was trying to be patient and listen to directions.

“Come on mamas, this shit is starting to fucking hurt and imma be mad as hell if you make me get blue balls.”

“Like that will ever happen.”

“It might if you don’t bring your ass on.”

You instantly rolled your eyes before you moved further up his body and lined himself up with your entrance and slowly guided yourself down instantly hearing moans coming from the both of you.

“Fuckkkkkk! Shit you feel so good.” Jack’s hands immediately went to your hips in order to help guide you as you placed your hands on his stomach.

Sure enough when you found a rhythm that was satisfying enough for the both of you, you increased your pace earning loud moans erupting from your husband’s mouth as well as yours.

“Oh fuck baby. Got damn it!”

All he received in return was whimpers from you as you were focusing on the task at hand.

“Slow down mamas, fuck. I’m about to bust right now if you keep going.”

“That’s the entire point, baby.” You responded while giggling.

One of the greatest sights you loved witnessing was him coming completely undone underneath of you.

“I know but shiiiiiit.”

“I can tell you’re almost there, aren’t you daddy?”

“Fuck, I’m about to tear your ass up for this shit.”

“Hmm, I can’t wait until you do.”

All it took was you increasing your pace a tiny bit more and Jack immediately pushed you off of him with his cum releasing all over your upper body covering your boobs, your stomach, as well as your neck.

“You came a little bit too close to my hair that time, work on your fucking aim.” You said as you rolled your eyes and began to run your fingers across your stomach and chest before placing them in your mouth and Jack instantly becoming hard again at the sight.

“Next time I’ll do it on your face now come here and sit on mine. I need to see that pretty pussy of yours.”

“I need to get the rest of this off of me first.” You said while attempting to get up, but Jack immediately held your hips in place so that you wouldn’t be able to move and you got a confused look on your face.

“Uh, babe?”

“I want every last drop running down your throat. You’re not wiping off shit with a towel. Get to it.”

You smirked and did as you were told, once Jack was satisfied with how much you had gotten off of you, he grabbed your thighs and moved you upward so that you were sitting directly above his mouth.

“You better be a good girl and not be squirming and shit.”

“I won’t.”

“You say that shit every single time and do it anyway.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Stay fucking still.”

You immediately gasped when he took one long lick and he knew to hold your thighs tighter.

“See? You already starting and I barely did anything.”

“Will you fucking hurry up already?!”

“Don’t rush me, mamas or I’ll stop.”

“No you won’t.”

“Are you fucking testing me, Mrs. Harlow?”

Jack’s voice had went an octave lower and he peeked out from under you to look at you and make sure that he had heard you right.

“Umm....”

“Okay, imma remember that shit. Just wait until I’m finished eating you out.”

From that moment forward, Jack literally showed you no mercy.

His hold on you was so tight that you had no choice but to sit there and take it.

You were literally almost in tears because of how good it felt and you had lost count of how many times he had made you cum.

“Babe... I... I... can’t....” You said pleading with your husband to give you a chance to recover before going back in.

“Trust me, you can. Stay still.”

From then on Jack began to suck on your clit and it was all she wrote as you felt a wave of liquid release from you covering his face.

“Damn, mamas. I ate you so good and the last thing I expected was for you to squirt all over me.”

You didn’t even answer him as you were trying to recover and he simply moved you to the side of him so that you could catch your breath.

Not even a minute later, Jack was pulling you up to position you on all fours.

“Jackkkkk.” You whined as you rested your head on top of your arms that were folded underneath you.

“You got one more time to call me the wrong name. Act like you got some damn sense.”

“But....”

“One more, baby you can give me one more.”

“You literally said that the last four times when I was sitting on your face.”

“I don’t see the problem.” Jack responded as he slowly slid into you from behind and you instantly moaning.

“You over here complaining but taking that shit just fine.”

Hmm, two can play that game.

When Jack least expected it, you clenched around him and you noticed that it caught him off guard because his pace instantly slowed.

“Stop clenching me like that mamas, fuck.”

“You can take it daddy.”

“I’m tired of you getting smart with me.”

“Then teach me a lesson.”

Liked by y/ninsta, privategarden, urbanwyatt, neelamthadhani, saweetie, sza, and 4,278,901 others

jackharlow: one thing you not about to do is disrespect Mrs. Harlow in front of me, so take this as a warning because the next time I won’t be so nice

2forwoyne: I just knew you were about to beat his ass

druski2funny: 2forwoyne me too because he been around y/ninsta too long and I know some of that violence done rubbed off of him

y/ninsta: druski2funny I said the exact same thing lmao 😭😭

sza: lil dick energy

y/insta: sza STOPPPPPP lmao

sza: y/ninsta I warned you

y/ninsta: that you did lol

saweetie: I’m surprised y/n wasn’t waiting outside for him to jump him

y/ninsta: saweetie I would’ve but as mad as jackharlow was he would’ve handled it for the both of us

y/ninsta: jackharlow love the way you protect me, gets me hot and bothered and shit

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta what doesn’t get you hot and bothered at this point?

jackharlow: y/ninsta we just got finished, but if you’re up for another round....

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt be gone thot! jackharlow feed me and I’ll be ready

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta HEY!

jackharlow: y/ninsta shit imma feed you this dick 😏

y/ninsta: he ain’t eat it right if he didn’t have to change the sheets! 🥰

normani: y/ninsta how many sheet changes have yall gone through?

y/ninsta: normani uhh tonight? four 🙈

neelamthadhani: y/ninsta jackharlow is that why housekeeping keeps coming up to the floor?!?! jackharlow GET OFF OF HER LIKE GOT DAMN

jackharlow: neelamthadhani not a chance in hell oh and giveon and trevorwashington take notes because I don’t play that shit. my wife is off limits.

dualipa: jackharlow even for me?

jackharlow: dualipa especially for you. bye. about to eat my wife out.

dualipa: jackharlow LET ME WATCH!

jackharlow: dualipa can’t hear you over all this pussy juice I’m drowning in byeeee

dualipa: jackharlow 🙄

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mjolnirswriststrap · 5 months

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Hi! You made me think of Bucky Barnes, being dragged to a bar, but it’s a holiday pop-up, so it’s all over the top Christmas decor & themed drinks 🙊

❄️ DAY TWO OF COUNTDOWN ‘TILL CHRISTMAS ☃️

A/N: Firstly, thank you so much for the ask! I absolutely love the Always Sunny gif, it’s one of my favorite shows. Dennis dancing gave me even more ideas for this 🤣 Taking Requests - link to the characters I write for. Masterlist

Word Count: 971

Summary: Bucky hasn’t been to a bar since 1941, and is about to have a culture shock, brought on by his holiday obsessed girlfriend.

You dance in your spot. Trying to muster up enough warmth to keep yourself breathing. Philadelphia was frozen over this December. Your boyfriend took his time to lock the apartment door behind you, “C’mon Buck, it’s freezing.” You plead, needing to get to the bar.

He walks down the stairs, and swiftly grabs your hand, beginning to walk beside you. “I’m surprised all that rage doesn’t keep you warm inside.” He laughs poking fun at your short temper. You groan. “I wouldn’t be like this if you didn’t stall getting ready!” You say, laughing to let him know, you’re partly joking.

“Sorry if I seem so eager. I just love the look on your face when you see something new for the first time. You look like a little kid.” You say, letting him in on your excitement. “Plus it’s been 364 days since my last mistletoe mule. Let a woman live.”.

“All I do is let you live, crazy.” Bucky laughs as you turn the corner. It’s true, he always indulged you on every wild whim you had. If you wanted pizza at 3am, he would find pizza at 3am. You wanted to go to the beach in the middle of November, but since it was almost below freezing in Philly, he took off work to take you to Florida for the weekend.

So if you want to drag him to a bar on Christmas Eve, he’d be there, no questions asked. Even if the idea made him nervous. He already stuck out like a sore thumb. He can’t imagine what it’s gonna be like with drunk people.

You squeeze Bucky’s hand when you see red and green neon lights. “There it is!” You say, dragging him towards the humming music. Bucky opens the door for you and you’re met with warmth and the sound of jingle bell rock blasting on speakers. You show your ID to the door check, he doesn’t ask Bucky for his though, he knows who he is. Being a super hero has its perks, you guess.

Pushing your way through the rowdy crowd, you find the bar. You see a man, spinning around with two bottles of gin. He looks right at you as he continues to entertain other customers “Be right with you babe.” He winks at you and starts shaking ice and liquor.

Bucky comes up from behind you, pressing into your back. “Did he just say what I think he just said?”. You could hear the jealousy dripping from his voice. It made you laugh at him, “He’s so obviously gay! Calm down killer.”. You turn back to the bar and instantly get greeted by a blonde woman. “I actually agree with you, but nope. Not gay.” She looks at you shaking her head. You smile at her, “Excuse me, I didn’t mean to assume.” She just waves you off. “That’s my brother Dennis, I’m still waiting on him to come out.” You don’t know what to say.

“So, you guys gonna order or just question people’s sexuality all night?” She says, a bit of an attitude coming from her. You read her name tag, Dee. “Two mistletoe mules, doubles please Dee.” You say, handing over a twenty dollar bill.

“Keep the change, Merry Christmas!” You say after she tries to hand you your change. “Big spender!” She yells, looking unenthusiastic as she pockets the 5 dollars. You blush, embarrassed by her crass humor.

She slides over the cold drinks. You and Bucky move away from the bar, and the clusterfuck that’s happening there. “Let’s see what’s going on with the dj, maybe request a song.” You offer, sipping on your cocktail. Bucky nods as he clings to you, holding an already empty glass in his other hand.

You find a a short guy in the corner, with big green sunglasses on and a light up necklace around his neck. “Next up! My favorite Christmas classic Dirty Jingle Bells!” He yells, tapping a button oh the laptop in front of him. You look back at Bucky, you know the song, but you’re certain he doesn’t. When the tall tell ‘stroke on my, lick on my’ blares on the speakers, you’re covering Bucky’s ears. This might break him.

You release his ears when he’s doubling over in laughter. “It’s not that bad right?” You ask, referencing the night in general. “It’s something.” He holds you from behind as you sway and wait for your turn to request a song.

When you step up to the booth, he adresses you loudly. “Hey guys, I’m Charlie, I’ll play anything for 5 bucks.”. You pull a five from your pocket, sliding it to him as you whisper the song in his ear. “I’ve already played that 100 times tonight, what’s one more time.” He turns away, ignoring you now.

All I Want For Christmas starts playing, and you set your glasses down. You pull Bucky to the dance floor as you sings the lyrics to him. “Make my wish come true, all I want for Christmas is you!” You point at him, letting go as you dance with him. You could see it in his eyes, he was letting go too.

After a few more peppermint flavored vodka shots, you and Bucky find yourself walking the streets, drunkenly trying to find a 7/11. “I need skittles, I might die.” You say, blowing clouds of condensation from your mouth.

“You need water too.” He says, not nearly as drunk as you. “I think that lady was over pouring. Where’s the business in that?” He says taking things too seriously as always. “At first I didn’t like her, but I think she grew on me.” You say honestly, eventually catching on to her humor.

“Whatever you say honey.” Bucky says, just happy you had a good night.

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cryingabtab · 21 days

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Save Me A Spark - Part 15

Warnings: A little bit of angst, drinking

Pairing: Austin Butler x Cassie Hale (OFC)

Word Count: 1.1k

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry this took so long. I think I’m back. <3

“Thank you for the tragedy. I need it for my art.” ~ Kurt Cobain

A few hours after her phone call with Austin, Cassie emerged out of the guest bedroom. Her hair was a mess, sticking out every which way and knotted. A true rat's nest. Her face was puffy, her eyes rubbed raw from wiping tears away. Dark circles surrounded her eyes and the whites of her eyes were red as could be. She looked exhausted. Defeated. Her friends sat in the living room, music playing from the TV’s speakers as they talked amongst themselves. They all turned to look at her as she walked into the room and sat down with them. She said nothing as she took the soft, chunky knit throw blanket off of the back of the couch and wrapped it around herself.

“Hey, Cass,” Rory greeted softly. Her voice was gentle despite the boiling rage she felt because some incompetent man made her best friend feel this way.

“Hi,” Cassie whispered, leaning back into the couch as she looked at her friends.

“How ya feelin’?”

Cassie responded with a simple shrug, her gaze falling into her lap.

Ash spoke up next. “We were just about to order some pizza. Any specific toppings you want?”

Cassie shrugged again. “Just not pineapple.”

Ash nodded, “Pepperoni?” Cassie gave a quick, single nod of approval.

Cassie pulled her phone from her pocket and opened the notes app before passing it to Rory. “I wrote this if you guys wanna read it. It’s a new song,” she murmured. “Also, can we get drunk? I wanna get drunk.”

“We can,” Hazel said with a hesitant sigh. “I think you’d be better off drinking some water, though.” She knew that Cassie would still drink if she really wanted to, and knew that her suggestion would fall upon deaf ears. The best she could hope for was that Cassie would at least rehydrate a little bit before picking up a bottle.

Cassie groaned as she pushed herself off the couch, slipping out of the comfortable warmth that the chunky throw had provided. “Fine. I’ll have some water,” she grumbled. “But after that, I’m getting hammered.”

“Thank you,” Hazel called as Cassie shuffled into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

Rory was still holding Cassie’s phone. She didn’t want to read the song, not while she was already so wound up from the day’s events. It would only make her angrier. And if she got angrier, she knew that it would be all she would be able to talk about. If that happened, she wouldn’t be able to be there for Cassie like she wanted to be. Rory pressed the side button and watched as the screen turned black, then set it down on the blanket.

Cassie plopped down on the couch a moment later, taking a huge swig out of her water bottle. She looked over at Rory, “Did you read it?”

“I’ll read it later. Promise,” Rory held up her pinky finger. The two linked pinkies and Cassie went back to guzzling down her water.

An hour and several slices of pizza later, Cassie sipped on a wine glass filled to the brim with her favorite red. Well, she wasn’t exactly sipping. The glass was empty in less than five minutes. She grabbed the bottle to pour another, then decided against it. Instead, she brought the bottle to her lips and took a large swig.

“Jesus, Cass,” breathed Ash. “Pace yourself. Remember that time you had to get your stomach pumped?”

Cassie sighed through her nose and set the bottle on the counter. “Yeah, but that was Four Loko. This is wine.”

“I mean, yeah.” She had a point. “But it’s still alcohol and you aren’t in your right mind. Pace yourself.” Ash sighed as she opened a white claw.

Cassie grabbed the bottle again and walked into the living room, plopping down on the couch. She was beginning to feel the warm buzz from the alcohol, and it was a welcome distraction from the overwhelming hurt she’d felt all day. She reached forward where the remote sat on the coffee table and turned off the music that was playing. Groans of protest were heard from her friends, but soon stopped as she turned on Criminal Minds.

She set the remote back down and kicked her feet up, with a small smile on her face as she took another swig from the bottle of red she was holding.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Hazel hummed out from beside her. “But why?”

“Just refreshing myself on what not to do,” Cassie said stoically, not moving her eyes from the screen. “That, and this show has some serious eye candy.”

Rory scooted closer to Cassie and rested her legs on her lap. “You’re telling me. I need Prentiss more than I need air.”

Cassie leaned into Rory, “But Hotch, though? Oh my lord.”

“You two are terrible,” Hazel scoffed jokingly, shaking her head.

“Says the girl who watches Reid edits on TikTok…daily,” Ash chimed in from the kitchen.

“Touché.”

Austin sat exhausted on a flight back to Cincinnati. During his time back in LA, he had finished all the press events and interviews that he had needed to attend. However, he was going back earlier than scheduled. After realizing that the remainder of his time in LA would have been meetings that could easily be accomplished via Zoom, he was packed and ready to go. Of course, his team wasn’t too happy with his decision, but in the end, they worked for him. And he had important things to take care of. After what had happened, some of them wouldn’t even be working for him anymore.

He stared out the plane’s window and watched as the clouds passed by. His puffy eyes squinted against the bright, setting sun. Once he was seeing a concerning amount of sunspots in his vision, he slid the window covering shut and leaned his head against it. His early flight back was completely impulsive. He had a few days before he had to be back on set, which meant he had a few full days to attempt to win Cassie back. And he didn’t even have a plan.

The best he could think of was to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness. But he was almost positive that it wouldn’t work. Rory’s words repeated in his mind like a mantra.

“She is broken. When that passes, she’s gonna be furious. So count your fucking days.”

Then he remembered his last conversation with Cassie, and how she ended the call angrily telling him to stay away from her. He winced at the memory, hunching over to hold his face in his hands. He pinched the bridge of his nose to keep from crying for the nth time that day. She already seemed furious. He just hoped that it wasn’t too late to try. He hoped that he wasn’t too late to help pick up her broken pieces. He hoped that he could do something, anything, to get her to change her mind.

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milk-tea-and-memories · 2 years

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pairing: best friend!megumi x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol, nothing else i think but please lmk if you find something

megumi doesn’t drink, of course, he’s too smart for that. because when megumi drinks, images of you that usually he keeps at bay flood his mind. you, skipping down the little dirt road in the park, occasionally bending down to pick the tiny strawberries that line the overgrown path. it’s you that megumi sees, bravely making conversation with complete strangers and petting their dogs and shaking their hands and megumi just doesn’t know how you do it. megumi enjoys his apathic reputation, he doesn’t care, why should he? but lately you’ve been making him overthink. when you ruffle his hair his usual scowl is usually accompanied by a blush that megumi quickly hides by turning away and pretending to fix up his hair. this mornings worries consist of how to ask you to go to that new restaurant that just opened up in town, without it sounding too much like a date. when he finally pressed send, he cringes at how long it took him to write such a simple message. your reply comes quickly, made known by a soft ping that megumi knows means it’s you because everyone else is set on vibrate only.

sorry gums not tonight, i’ve got plans :p, let’s plan for tomorrow

megumi tries to seem unaffected, though truthfully he hasn’t seen you for a week now since you’ve been studying for your med exam, and he misses you

k. he sends, then winces at how low that sounds, he knows gojo wouldn’t approve. deciding to go on a walk, megumi puts on his jacket and wraps a scarf that you’d bought him at one of the little boutiques in town around his neck. walking around the park that he usually accompanies you to, megumis heart drops into his stomach as his brain processes the scene before his eyes.

two figures are walking in the park, the setting sun casting warm light against their red cheeks. one of the two, tall, taller than he is megumi notes, with dark hair that seems to style itself effortlessly, is saying something animatedly to the other, who slaps him on the head. he immediately recognizes the latter, because it’s you. so these are what your plans were, or more specifically, these are who your plans were. megumis brain immediately begins to compare himself with your new companion, the way his cheekbones sit on his angular face, the way his hands gesture, and most sickeningly, the way he makes you laugh. has he ever made you laugh like that? has he ever laughed like that himself? megumi looks away and heads home, his hands shoved so deep in his pockets he hopes he isn’t pulling his pants down, turning from the scene that he’s sure will be running through his head for the rest of the night. he brushes away an invitation from yuuji for a pizza night, opting to sit in his dark room, periodically glancing at his phone and trying to force the images of you and someone else out of his mind. megumis phone dings again softly, and he is greeted with a picture of you and your companion at a restaurant, squinting at the banner behind you megumi realizes with a sigh that you’ve brought your date, me go mi supposes, to the new restaurant, the one that he asked you to. which brings him to now, sitting in front of the bar, drinking something that the bartender promised was strong. and it is, megumi doesn’t know how long he’s been there, minutes? hours? all he knows is he wants to see you, so his fingers sloppily swipe through his phone until he reaches your contact, pressing it with no second thoughts.

“gumi?” your voice spills out of the speaker and megumi smiles, letting out a little giggle, “gumi are you drunk?”

“nOoOOoO…” megumi stubbornly says, before whispering, “yes, but don’t tell y/n”

“gumi i am y/n” you say exasperatedly, “i’m coming to get you, don’t move.”

megumi stays as still as possible, keeping his eyes open until he inevitably blinks. when your car pulls up, megumi sees you walk quickly up to the door, brushing away a middle aged man that comes up to you doing his best smolder, scanning the room until you see megumi sitting there. megumi wonders how you can be so beautiful and how your eyes are so pretty and how your hair sits perfectly on your head and how nice you look.

“megumi stand up let’s go,” you drag him up from the stool, “a picture will last longer” you add with a wink.

“but you told me not to move?” megumi giggles again, but he’s dragged out of the bar regardless and stuffed into your car.

the ride is silent sans the wind blowing through your open windows and the occasional hiccup from a snoring megumi. the silence is broken however, when you hear the sound of the mirror on the sun shield in your car being opened.

“megumi?” you ask, wondering what in the world could be prompting him to check himself out at this moment. “whatcha doin?”

“figurin’ somethin’ *hic* out” megumi mumbles in reply.

“what?”

“why ‘m not good enough for ya.” megumis voice takes on a pouty tone.

“what? megumi what do you mean?” you wonder because though you know about megumis insecurities he’s always known he’s been enough for you.

“why’d you hafta find that *hic* guy,” megumi continues, “the one you were at the park with *hic* and at the restaurant that i asked you to” this last part is spoken accusingly.

“gums im sorry but we were hungry and it was the closest restaurant, it was really good, we should go sometime too, but you can’t be upset over that?”

“of course i am,” megumi sounds exasperated, “i don’t want some random guy with you all the time, makin’ you laugh and stuff,” he grumbles.

you fight to hide the smirk covering your face, “oh yeah? and why’s that gums?”

“because i love you?!” megumi shoots, and then immediately slaps his hand over his mouth, the alcohol in his system making his eyes open wide like in the comics.

”what did you say?” you ask quietly

and megumis heart speeds up and he’s sure it’s broken the sound barrier

what did he just say

he just told you he loved you

he sits, deathly still, as your car continues down the road

what did he just do

”megumi” your voice cuts through the silence like a knife through the silky tofu you two prepare together for your lazy sunday morning miso soup

”i just didn’t want you to regret…anything” you continue, your voice softer, “i don’t want you to make a mistake.”

megumi thinks this over in his head

does that mean you like him back

what about the guy

what were you doing with him

”we can talk about this more when you’re sober gums” you sigh

megumi looks up to see that you’ve arrived at his house

you open the door with a spare key that megumi had given you and with that the rest of the night goes by in a blur

he briefly remembers you urging him to brush his teeth and you kissing his forehead goodnight

which brings megumi to now, with the morning sun fighting to push through his tightly closed blinds and his head filling with memories of last night

he bangs out of bed, he can’t lose you, he knows he will after what he pulled last night, but he can’t he can’t lose you

changing into his black pants and foregoing a top he starts for the doorknob but it twists open before he can reach it

your smiling but worried face stares back at him

“good morning gumi, i hope you don’t mind i slept here last-oof” you begin but megumis wrapped his arms around you

just as quickly he recoils

“i’m sorry about last night” he says monotonously, his eyes looking anywhere but you, settling on the carpeted floor

you sigh, unwilling to tackle such a heavy subject so early in the morning, but doing so anyways.

“did you mean it?”

megumi feels his chin being lifted by your hands, forcing him to look you in the eye

he stutters, rubbing his hands together nervously

”yes-i mean n-no well yes of course but i’m sure you don’t-i mean” he pushes your hand away and looks back down at the floor “forget it. i want you to be happy, i’m sorry i told you, i’m glad you found someone.”

he notices how you look away and with that he awaits your inevitable rejection, for you to agree with him that while he’s great he’s just not it, just not who you’re looking for, that being megumi is just not enough.

instead, he’s greeted with the feel of your incredibly soft lips, how are they so soft megumi wonders but he’s not surprised, it’s exactly how he imagined them. your hands go up to his hair and all his dreams are suddenly coming true

you pull back smiling and flick his forehead “i am happy gumi, here, with you.”

megumis heart rate slows and speeds up simultaneously

you like him back.

you’re not leaving.

you like him back

“oh and gumi? that guy you saw me with is my cousin makino.”

you smile at his blush and the smile that he can’t keep off his face

he glares at you, “coulda told me sooner,” he grumbles, “would have saved me from this hangover.”

you laugh and drag him back to the bed, snuggling into the blankets and megumi cautiously wraps his arms around your middle, searching your face for approval but your eyes are already closed, your nose nuzzling at his bare chest and your leg wrapped around his.

“don’t worry, i love you too, dummy”

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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 months

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Love is real I invented it -Danny Words: 2,241 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Crumbs' -by Belaganas

VIII: Somebody Sedate Me!

Ara is looking at her reflection in the mirror with tension. What was that outburst she had with Percy? It's like he and Lily pull a trigger in her that she's yet to find.

She wants them to be proud of what she's accomplished, so why can't they be glad for once? Having a child of Olympus on their side during the war with Kronos would've made all the difference, why are they so pressed about it now?

Learn the difference between concern and distrust, says Lily's voice in her head.

Though they're not that different from each other. Both come from the same thought: This prophecy is beyond Ara's skills.

She brushes her damp hair (she took a shower to cool off), and puts on a camp half-blood shirt, then she grabs her cosmetic set and stares at it, she wears makeup when she needs to feel better. Now is one of those days.

When she arrives at the meeting, she's the only one who made an effort to look more than just well-rested and that cheers her up, Generals should look neater than their army.

It's the first time the seven gather with no one else around, except Ara and Coach Hedge. She makes her way to the head of the table and pulls back a chair at the same time Percy reaches for it. She looks at him thinking Are you kidding me?, but a second later her brother mumbles an apology and sits next to Annabeth.

Ara looks at the group trying to gather her thoughts. They do seem intimidating, but Ara's interacted with them in such domestic settings that to her they just look like kids. "Anything we should know about the expeditions?"

"Well, maybe the part where we ran into Nemesis," Hazel suggests.

Ara's got so many things in her mind she'd forgotten about Nemesis, but now that Hazel brought it up, she can feel the piece of paper the goddess handed to her burning through her pocket.

Leo and Hazel share their adventure, and Ara uttered no word. What she got out of that encounter is of no use to the others—and then Annabeth, Frank, and Percy talk about their quest, but nothing worth remembering comes out of it.

"So where to now?" Leo takes a bite of his pizza. "Ara and I did a quick repair job to get us out of the lake, but there's still a lot of damage. We should really put down again and fix things right before we head across the Atlantic."

"We need to put some distance between us and Camp Jupiter," Percy replies. "Frank spotted some eagles over Salt Lake City. We figure the Romans aren't far behind us."

"I don't suppose we should go back and try to reason with the Romans?" Piper offers. "Maybe—maybe I didn't try hard enough with the charmspeak."

"That won't cut it," Ara replies, perhaps too harshly. "For charmspeak to work, they have to find you appealing. I don't think they feel like cuddling us at the moment."

Jason tries to lift his girlfriend's spirits. "It wasn't your fault, Pipes. Or Leo's. Whatever happened, it was Gaea's doing, to drive the two camps apart."

"Maybe if we could explain that, though—"

"With no proof?" Annabeth raises a brow. "And no idea what really happened? I appreciate what you're saying, Piper. I don't want the Romans on our bad side, but until we understand what Gaea's up to, going back is suicide."

"She's right," Hazel speaks hoarsely. She's having the worst seasick case ever but tries hard to keep it together. "Reyna might listen, but Octavian won't. The Romans have honor to think about. They've been attacked. They'll shoot first and ask questions post-hac."

Ara plays with the last pieces of veggies on her plate. "Then we stick to our original plan, and we look for Nico."

Hazel's anxiety causes precious stones to gather around her plate. "Nemesis said we have only six days until Nico dies and Rome is destroyed."

"You mean Rome Rome, not New Rome?" Jason asks.

"I think, but if so, that's not much time."

"Why six days?" Percy questions. "And how are they going to destroy Rome?"

"July first," Ara comments like it's obvious.

"What?" Her brother stares at her blankly.

Ara rolls her eyes. "All the stuff that's happened, Gaea's done them on important dates of our calendars. The winter solstice, the feast of fortune... the Kalends of July is a special occasion because," she pushes a piece of broccoli forward. "In Rome, that day's dedicated to Juno. Which is weird, 'cause I feel like that should be during the Kalends of June, but whatever—"

"How do you know all this?" Percy frowns.

Ara eats the piece of broccoli and points at Jason with her fork. "He's been teaching me Roman history for the past six months."

"Okay... so that connects to Nico... in what way?"

"We are six days away from July first," she frowns. "Nico's literal deadline lands on a big day for annoying people—the Romans—and Gaea likes to taint our big celebrations, so maybe she's using him as bait."

"I've been seeing some things in my knife," Piper blurts out of nowhere.

Frank gulps down his food with difficulty. "Things such as..?"

"They don't really make sense, just garbled images, but I saw two giants, dressed alike. Maybe twins."

"Twins, like in Ella's prophecy," Annabeth points out. "If we could figure out those lines, it might help."

"Wisdom's daughter walks alone," Percy recites. "The Mark of Athena burns through Rome. Annabeth, that's got to mean you. Juno told me... well, she said you had a hard task ahead of you in Rome. She said she doubted you could do it. But I know she's wrong."

"Reyna was about to tell me something right before the ship fired on us. She said there was an old legend among the Roman praetors—something that had to do with Athena. She said it might be the reason Greeks and Romans could never get along."

"Nemesis mentioned something similar," Leo says. "She talked about an old score that had to be settled—"

"The one thing that might bring the gods' two natures into harmony," Hazel quotes. "'An old wrong finally avenged.'"

"I was only a praetor for about two hours," Percy sighs, playing with his food like Ara does. "Jason, you ever heard a legend like that?"

"I... uh, I'm not sure," he says. "I'll give it some thought."

Percy and Ara both look at him with the same scowl. "You're not sure?" Percy repeats.

Ara could've pressured Jason into talking, but before she can, Hazel intervenes. "What about the other lines? Twins snuff out the angel's breath, Who holds the key to endless death."

"Giants' bane stands gold and pale," Frank continues, "Won through pain from a woven jail."

"Giants' bane," Leo hums. "Anything that's a giants' bane is good for us, right? That's probably what we need to find. If it can help the gods get their schizophrenic act together, that's good."

"We can't kill the giants without the help of the gods," Percy muses.

"I thought you guys killed that one giant in Alaska without a god's help, just the two of you," Jason points to Frank and Hazel.

"Alcyoneus was a special case. He was only immortal in the territory where he was reborn—Alaska. But not in Canada. I wish I could kill all the giants by dragging them across the border from Alaska into Canada, but..." Frank sighs. "Percy's right, we'll need the gods."

"Oh!" Ara snaps her fingers, putting two and two together. "They took him!"

Frank frowns. "Come again?"

"Twins snuff out the angel's breath, Who holds the key to endless death," Ara recites again, looking at her sister. "In your vision, were the twins guarding something?"

Piper tries to remember. "I think they were... pulling up a large vase from a pit?"

"Was it large enough to fit a thin person in it?"

"You're not saying..." Hazel starts fearfully.

Ara's gaze darkens. "Your brother was looking for the doors of death, maybe he found them and knows how to close them, but they caught him before he could tell us."

"Di Angelo," Percy groans in realization, running a hand over his face. "Twins snuff out the angel's breath..."

Ara nods. "If Nico's been captured because he found the doors, rescuing him has to be our priority."

"Which is going to take us straight to those twins," Annabeth points out.

"Whom we can't defeat unless we get the giant's bane beforehand," Percy adds. "Whatever that is."

"And we must get all that before the Kalends of July, or everything will go wrong," Ara concludes with a sigh. "I'm not loving the tight scheduling..."

They stay quiet for a moment, trying to think of a different meaning to those lines, but nothing comes to them. In any case, going to Rome is what they were supposed to do since the start.

"So..." Leo drags his chair back once he finishes his food. "First things first, I guess. We'll have to put down in the morning to finish repairs."

"Someplace close to a city," Annabeth says, "in case we need supplies. But somewhere out of the way, so the Romans will have trouble finding us. Any ideas?"

"Well," Piper leans on the table. "How do you guys feel about Kansas?"

"Lights out! Settle down! Try to sneak out, and I'll smack you back to Long Island!"

Ara opens her cabin door angrily. "Coach! If you don't stop yelling you'll finish the quest as a potted plant!"

"Who're you calling a potted plant, Jackson? I'm a carnivorous one!"

"Those can be potted too, you jacka—"

"Someone needs a nap!" Leo comes out of his room, which is right in front of Ara's—definitely on purpose—and stops her before she kills the satyr. "It's alright, Coach, we're all tucked in, stop yelling."

"I don't see you tucked in, Valdez."

"Hedge, I swear," Ara says through gritted teeth, but Leo stands between them.

"I'm wearing my finest PJs, man, c'mon, knock it out," he guides the satyr towards his cabin.

Hedge gives in, though he gives out warnings as he goes. He stops before entering his room and points at them squinting. "You two—straight to bed."

"Unbelievable," Ara mutters, re-entering her room and leaving her door open.

As expected, when Coach Hedge leaves, Leo goes to his door and closes it loudly from the outside, then slips into Ara's room as quietly as possible. Ara crawls under the covers of her bed and Leo sits at the foot of it, his right leg hanging from the side.

He's got his crooked smirk that unsettles adults on his face, but he won't do anything unless Ara lets him, and right now all she wants is sleep. She curls up and buries one hand under her pillow.

"Not bad for our first day, huh?" He says.

Ara chuckles. "Not what I had in mind, to be honest."

Leo squeezes her calf over the covers. "You handled it well. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you," she yawns. "You were great too."

"If those lines in Annabeth's prophecy are about Di Angelo..." he starts carefully. "Isn't it a bad idea to play along?"

Ara frowns. "You think we shouldn't save Nico?"

"We don't know for sure he's been taken—"

"Exactly," she interrupts him. "We're going to Kansas first, we could find something there that proves my theory wrong."

Leo nods, he doesn't want to upset her, so he changes the subject. "Well... I don't know about you, but I'm not sleepy yet."

Ara laughs and quickly tries to cover the noise even though it isn't loud. She sits up to face him properly. "Just ask, Leo."

"Can I stay?" He scoots closer. "I'll behave, obviously, I don't want your brother to gut me..."

Ara presses a palm against his chest, and his heart races at her touch. She should tell him about the curse since it concerns him too, but his heartbeat is so fast and he glows golden so brightly... she doesn't want to ruin his happiness, at least not tonight.

"You know, I think I understand Echo," she whispers.

"Hm?" Leo struggles to focus on her words, even though his eyes are on her lips.

"You can love yourself a lot," Ara explains, "but if you're genuinely in love with someone, you'll stay beside them, even if they give you sorrows. Echo sees something worth saving in Narcissus because she loves him, and you can't listen to reason when that happens."

Leo leans his forehead on hers. "But he already died once and it did nothing to make him reconsider."

"He's been cursed," Ara's voice quivers. "He can't change his fate alone. You're right, Echo's very strong and brave for staying by his side, considering she has no powers, no..." she chokes a little. "No answers."

Leo moves to look at her. "You okay?"

Ara wraps her arms around Leo and buries her face on his neck. "I lied. I got scared when you attacked me—and my ribs still hurt, and I don't like Hazel, and Percy's mad at me..."

Leo's guts twist with guilt, and Ara feels it right away. "Crap, I'm so sorry—I should've—"

She pulls the emotion out of him with her empath touch. "I was scared for you, Leo, not me," the girl assures him. "I'm telling you this... because you said we could lean on each other. Please, don't forget it."

"I won't," Leo tilts his head, staring at her with soft, loving eyes. "Wanna lean on me first?"

Her soul-light brightens and she buries her face in his neck again. "Yes."

"Alright," Leo grins and kisses the top of her head. "You know... I wouldn't mind living through a thousand shitty days like this one if it meant I'd hold you like this every night."

Her heart squeezes with unease. "I know."

Next Chapter –>

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pexchybxbe · 2 years

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space girl | Philip J. Fry X Fem!Reader | Futurama

Soooo, I'm literally almost done with Futurama in a little over a week, and I've fallen head over heels for the lovable, stupid goof known as Fry. He's actually really relatable to me. So, have this fanfic I'm writing that's going to go in a big masterlist of oneshots once I get a few fics going.

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Being frozen in the cryogenics lab after having searched for your missing roommate, you get out of the cryo tube in the year 3002. You had remembered seeing your missing roommate, Fry, in one of the cryopods before you were frozen. Looking in the tube that he was in, you saw no one, meaning Fry was out there somewhere. Now on a mission that you were determined to end, you broke out of the cryogenics lab without your identity and job chip, you set out to find Fry and prove to everyone in the past, and yourself, that he was still alive.

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PROLOGUE

Two years..had two years really gone by? You were a royal mess, and still no sign of your old roommate. You didn’t know how long you were going to make it without him, he made life fun and interesting. Now with him gone, you did nothing but sleep and work, having dropped out of college as you knew your mental state wasn’t ready to endure hours upon hours of school torment.

Philip J. Fry, while he lacked book smarts, was a nice guy. You two had met back in middle school, or really, his brother introduced you to him. Turns out his brother was trying to hook you two up as a dare, but you both agreed that you were the best of friends after meeting. After high school, you and Fry became roommates, and while Fry worked at Panucci’s Pizza, you went to the local community college, though you did work at the pizza place as well to help with the rent for the apartment.

Though, the year 2000 became the toughest year the two of you had ever faced. That day you had called out sick at Panucci’s and Fry reluctantly went in despite wanting to help you out. Fry told you that after his last delivery, he’d come straight home to make sure you were okay and if you needed anything. He never came back.

That day was hard for you to think about, and still is. However, you were determined he was alive and out there somewhere, and you wouldn’t rest until you brought him back to you and his family. While you barely knew his family, they brought you in and treated you like one of them since they knew his disappearance hit you hard. After that night, you spent hours upon hours searching for Fry with his dog Seymour until Fry’s brother, Yancy made you come home to get ready for work at Panucci’s, or just to sleep and eat. You did that same routine for the next two years, until the end of 2001, right around New Years.

Panucci gave you a late night delivery to take that night, and you had been so busy that day in the store you forgot that this was the second anniversary of Fry’s disappearance. Tired and groggy, you took the delivery on Fry’s old bike to the cryogenics lab. Hopping off the bike and entering the building, you headed up to the top, the pizza box and beer in your hand.

“Hello? Is anyone here? I have a delivery for- oh don’t tell me I fell for what Fry usually does..” You spoke quietly, opening the crumbled piece of paper with the name and address. Sure enough, Shitthead was the name written. You let out a scoff, slamming the pizza and beer down on the table. “Okay, not fucking cool.”

Looking around the lab, your eyes grow wide as you see Fry frozen in one of the tubes. You rush to his tube, trying your hardest to get the tube open. You were so damn determined to see him again, you let your emotions get the best of you as you punched the glass keeping him frozen. Even that didn’t break, but you certainly did. Bawling, you fumbled in your pockets to find your phone, the first thing on your mind was to call Yancy and let him know that you had found his brother.

Your phone fell out of your pocket and in the open cryo tube next to Fry. You went to reach for it, however, you ended up tripping over your own feet and landed in the tube. The door slammed shut, and no matter how much you cried and banged on the glass, it didn’t stop you from being frozen. You knew one thing, no matter what year you landed in, if Fry was still alive, then dammit you were going to find him.

#philipfry #philip j fry #futurama #philip j fry x reader #leela #bender #amy wong #turanga leela #hermes #dr zoidberg #professor farnsworth

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mrs-munson-quinn · 2 years

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The Immortal Witch | A Stephen Strange Fanfic.

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| A Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness Fanfic.

| MoM Spoilers !!

Slow burn !!!

Summary | When Stephen cant find Wanda so he looks for help from the immortal witch, y/n.

Im bad at descriptions sorry but i promise the writing is good or at least i think so.

Previous parts >>>Prologue

Chapter 1

Happy Chatters can be hear at the beautiful decorated venue.

Stphen was slowly starting to regret coming at this wedding. Who goes to their ex lover wedding? He mentally scolds himself.

He lets a disagreeing head shake at his idiotic decision to coming at this wedding as he lets out a huff before taking a big gulp of his drink.

He could help but divert his eyes to where Christine was dancing with her now husband. Pain and regret thats all he feels. As he stares at the happy married couple.

That could of have been him dancing with christine. But of course his self absorbed self had to ruined what they had.

After he had that fight with her years ago he felt regret. He didnt mean to hurt her. And after everything he still would think about her. Even after many years.

He really is happy for her. He can see the happiness in her eyes and that all that matters to him, her happiness.

He them finally decides to divert his away from the happy couple.

Needing some fresh air he decides to go out at the venues balcony.

With a brand new drink in his hands he heads there.

He stands there starting down the street. Millions of thoughts in his head.

As he stares down the street crash noises suddenly can be heard coming down the street.

People screaming can be heard as chaos starts happening.

What the hell is that, he thinks as he stares down at the street where a weird looking creature is. People can be seen running and screaming from it.

He takes one last sip of his martini and set the glass down

“Thank you” he say to the man holding the tray where he set his glass down.

He takes out the handkerchief that was on his pocket suit. As he turns the handkerchief on his hand turns into the cloak of levitation.

The cloak wrapping itself around strange neck and back as he jumps down the balcony.

His fancy suit turning into the other suit in which he fights in.

Strange then flys down towards the chaos .

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“How much experience do you guys have with the multiverse” asks the girl while looking between him and wong. Taking a bite out out her pizza

After defeating the weird creature the girl who was the victim of the creature. stayed with strange and wong.

They had decide to take the girl to eat.

Which is now why they are seating down at a table from a pizzeria.

While all of them look ruff. The girl looks the worst. With a cut on her cheek and her clothes all with dirt and scratches.

The girl came to be the one from his dreams which apparently is from another universe.

“We have our experince with the multiverse” Strange responds to the young girl.

“We recently had an incident involving Spider-Man” Strange say while remembering about the incident wirh spider man.

“Woman” the girl says.

“Uh. No. Spider-man”

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After the girl revealed what the creature wanted with her. And after she told what her powers They sat in silence at the restaurant.

“Prove it” “prove that what you said happed really happend.” Strange being hesitant in believing the mysterious girl. Especially when she brought the multiverse into this.

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“See “ the girl says as she uncovers the blanket that was covering the dead body of the other strange.

Strange then explains his theory about the multiverse.

“How do i know you wont betray me like he did” chavez askes strange while pointing tlt he other strange.

“I guess you are gonna have to trust me” sighs strange.

“ the creature that kill them did it have the same markings as the octups” asks wong.

“Runes” strange aswers wongs question.

“This isn’t sorcery” wongs says

“It’s witchcraft” strange says coming with the realisation that this is different that they excepted.

“Doe we even know who know such a thing” wongs asks

“I think i might” says strange breathless with relief of some help. (Cue the wandavison theme song ;) )

“But the problem is i dont know where she is” as he thinks where wanda could be.

“But i know someone that could find her”

“Theres this legend About a witch, who is said to be hiding. They say that she has invaitable power, said to be able to stop anything. Now i dont know-if she even exits or not but i been doing my re search on her, and i think i know where she might be hiding” strange tells to wong and chavez.

“ and if she really is that powerful as they say she is she will be able to stop this” strange says.

While strange wasnt sure if this witch even existed.

But this was the only way to get of hold of wanda.

Who knows witchcraft.

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Hope you guys like this chapter!

Constructive Criticism allowed!!

Also i didn’t put much of their convo like in the movie so please dont get mad at me for that.

#marvel x reader #doctor strange x reader #benedict cumberbatch #marvel fanfiction #doctor strange x y/n #doctorstrange #wanda marvel #scarlet witch #marvel #multiverse of madness #stephen strange

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ajgrey9647 · 9 months

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“it’s okay, you’re okay, just breathe. i’ve got you now, you’re safe.” + Billy Cranston

Hooky and Heroism

Eugene ‘Skull’ Skullovitch would plainly admit to anyone who asked that he was simply not a hero. If anything, he was more of a sidekick, if not just an adornment of the scenery. His gum snapping, witty observations, and high-pitched laughter were the only flashing signals guiding anyone’s attention to the skinny, dark-haired teen.

A hero? Pffft…. Most days, it was a struggle to save himself let alone anyone else. That was the way of the world in the Skullovitch household. Fend for yourself, it is what it is, etc. For a large part of his young life, this had been the norm and Skull never gave it a second thought. Wasn’t everyone’s family like his with their own crosses to bear?

Getting from one day to another by whatever means presented themselves.

Aligning himself with Bulk, a fellow outcast, gave ‘seasoning’ to his days and for a time, he was content with their dynamic. Bulk was the main character, Skull the perfect foil for the other’s theatrics. It was sad that this young man never seemed to realize the magnificent flamboyance he possessed, if he’d only step into the spotlight himself.

But sometimes, fate has a way of giving a person a nudge in the right direction. For Skull, it was a firm, authoritative, swift kick in his boney ass. He was in the right place at the right time and, wouldn’t you know, he was the right person to boot!

That day, Skull was playing hooky, feeling no desire to waste this beautiful sunny weather withering away in a classroom. He wasn’t concerned about the school calling his parents. Even if his mom were available to answer, she’d merely rasp, “So?” before hanging up. The mall was calling his name this morning and he grinned excitedly.

With all the competing sights, smells, and noises, it was a Wonderland of delight for his hyperactive senses. Skull planned to hit the arcade, the food court, the music store, the joke shop. The day was his oyster. Ambling leisurely up the front walk to the big glass doors, he almost vibrated with joy.

The mall was two levels with a large circular ‘wishing’ fountain in the middle. Skull lost track of how many pennies he flipped into the swishing water; the ‘wishes’ he wished were foolish flights of fancy. Mostly they involved grand adventures of the sort he used to dream up with Billy Cranston when they were six.

Skull had a talent for sniffing out lost souls, those who’s home life was difficult and turbulent. It was like he could detect a faint aura of rage mixed with pain emanating from them like a fine mist. The tiniest nuance of emotion, things others would not even notice, stood out to the gangly teen like a neon sign.

Realizing the new kid in school radiated this similar tragic energy as himself had been a surprise. In the short span of a few weeks, he’d brought Kimberly Hart to tears in the hallway at school, caused Zackary Taylor to wind up in detention, and somehow managed to frighten Jason Scott, a muscular jock with a black belt.

Tommy Oliver was venomous; however, Skull was one of the few people who didn’t refer to him as that ‘fucking dick’ behind his back. He recognized misplaced pain and despair. But that didn’t mean that he had any notion of paling around with the sullen, aggressive teen.

Popping his earbuds in place, Skull quickly found his favorite song and happily danced along as the escalator approached the mall’s second level. The food court was situated right as one stepped off onto the tiled floor. The delicious smells of pizza, nacho meat, and grilling burgers wafted temptingly. Fishing in his pockets, Skull managed to count out enough in change for a slice of cheese pizza and a small soda.

What a perfect day!

He reclined back in the old wrought iron chair in the large eating area under the skylight, slurping the last of his beverage when he suddenly noticed something amiss. Jumping quickly, the chair tipped backwards spilling him out on the ground. Eyes wide, he pulled his ear buds out to the frantic screams of people fleeing towards the downstairs escalator.

From down the winding corridor, a crowd of grey clay monstrosities raced after the frightened shoppers, tipping tables and racks of clothing, kicking trashcans, and shattering glass windows in their wake.

Putties!

Black boots scrabbling over the tile, Skull found his footing and attempted to escape. Getting to the escalator in the disorganized mass of people and mess wasn’t possible. In all the chaos, he spied a hiding spot on the other side of an upturned food cart; pretzels, salt packets, and napkins were scattered in a wide fan before it.

Dropping down, he crawled wildly towards that nearby cart. The putties hadn’t noticed him slinking across the way with so many screaming, hysterical individuals to terrorize. Skull pulled his knees to his chest and pressed tight against his barrier. Heart thudding and panting rapidly, he noticed another distinct noise echoing through the upper level.

The clang of metal on metal.

Risking a peek, Skull peered around the cart’s edge enough to see the Blue Ranger take a devasting blow from the newest villain in Rita’s posse. The Ranger’s chest sparked from the strike of the Green Ranger’s curved blade and his lance clattered uselessly to the ground.

A dark laugh from the evil Ranger as he kicked the weapon aside and continued to advance menacingly.

“Uh oh, Blue Ranger,” he snarled. “Your team’s about to be down a color.”

Kipping to his feet, the retreating Ranger fell into a ready stance, fists clenched and bracing for the Green Ranger’s attack.

“Isn’t this cute? You think you’re a match for me when even your so-called leader isn’t? Mighty presumptuous of you, Blue,” he mocked, swinging his sword from side to side.

The Blue Ranger was silent, not bothering with the usual back and forth banter the others engaged in. He knew he was out of his depth with the evil Ranger. The monster was right; if Jason had been brutally beaten and traumatized in the Dark Dimension, what hope did he have?

Skull held his breath nervously as he watched the two Rangers. He’d only ever seen the Green Ranger on television. In person, he was a bull of a man, head lowered ferally, growling deep in his chest.

“Come on then, little boy Blue, let’s tango,” the Ranger hissed, before launching himself at the other.

Mouth agape in horror, the skinny teen watched as the Green Ranger unleashed a volley of rapid punches and kicks, punctuated with slashes from his weapon. The Blue Ranger cried out in pain, desperately trying to defend himself. Slowly, he was backed against the railing overlooking the lower level; the swishing water of the fountain below almost unnoticed in the melee.

A powerful roundhouse kick to the head and the defensive Ranger dropped to the floor, semi-conscious while the Green Ranger loomed over him, laughing. Skull could hear soft groans and watched as the Blue Ranger’s fingers fluttered weakly. He wasn’t going to be able to get up and defend himself, the perfect sitting duck for this crazed Ranger.

‘DO SOMETHING’, blared through Skull’s mind, drowning out his usual nervous chatter. ‘He’s going to KILL him if you don’t!’

Reacting without further reflection, the smaller teen leapt to his feet and charged the Green Ranger from behind.

So confident had Tommy been about what was about to transpire, he was stunned when he felt hands shove hard into his back, propelling him forwards. He stumbled, arms flailing as his boot caught on the downed Ranger’s body and he tipped over the top of the level’s railing, waist catching and sending him end over end into the fountain below.

Pain flared through the Green Ranger’s knee and the cold bite of the water stunned him momentarily. The whole action completely threw him for a tailspin; that wasn’t supposed to happen!! Now, he was really fucking PISSED!

Up on the second floor, Skull crouched down by the Blue Ranger’s helmet, unsure what to do to help. The only thing he could think of was to reassure the injured Ranger.

“It’s ok, you’re ok. Just breathe. I’ve got you now. You’re safe,” he whispered, reaching out a trembling hand to stroke the silky blue arm.

Skull wasn’t sure what he meant by ‘I’ve got you now.’ If that psychotic fucker came racing back up here…. Well, they’d both be dead meat. When the otherworldly scream of rage reverberated from down below, Skull knew that was likely what was about to happen.

Nervously peering down into the fountain, Skull found that demonic black visor staring directly at him. Jabbing a threatening finger upwards, the Green Ranger bellowed at him ominously.

“Motherfucker! You’re so DEAD!”

He limped to the ledge of the fountain, hand clutching his right leg. The other held tightly to his gleaming blade.

“I’m going to kill you slowly, punk!” he screamed, stepping over.

A flash of red and the Green Ranger found himself intercepted.

“Think again, asshole!” the Red Ranger yelled defiantly, his sword also drawn.

The Pink, Yellow, and Black Rangers fought back a large golden ape and an armor-clad woman with long black hair. The Green Ranger surveyed the surrounding brawl with embarrassment. Had Goldar and Scorpina seen that little freak push him over the rail?

His helmet turned back to slowly look the Red Ranger up and down.

“So you want my attention some more, you pompous, arrogant jackass? The Dark Dimension wasn’t enough for you?” he taunted.

Glancing back towards Skull, he chuckled.

“I’ll get you later, freak! Red wants to play now,” he warned.

‘Oh shit, did I really just do that? What was I thinking?’ Skull fretted.

A noise from his left caught his attention. The Blue Ranger was stirring, his arms pushing his upper body off the floor and pulling his knees under him. Skull couldn’t help but give an excited yelp of joy at seeing the Ranger awake and moving. The gloved hand went to his helmet and clutched it as he grunted in pain.

“Hey, you’re awake!” Skull squeaked happily and almost clutched the Blue Ranger in a tight hug.

The visor slowly locked on the teen’s face and the Ranger sucked in a surprised breath.

“Thank you for interceding. That was a rather brave reaction,” Billy managed, stunned to see who it was that saved him.

Skull blushed a deep pink.

“Awww, you’re welcome. But it was more stupid than brave,” he answered. “That’s how most of my decisions are anyways.”

The Blue Ranger shook his head and placed a hand on Skull’s shoulder.

“Negative. You were very brave just now. I’d be dead if it wasn’t for you.”

The helmet tilted in thought.

“Remember this. You’re braver than you think, Skull,” the Ranger continued.

Skull’s eyes widened.

“You know my name?”

Whoops.

“We know a lot. Don’t forget that either,” the soft voice stuttered.

Hearing the angry yelling and swearing from the Green and Red Rangers below, the Blue Ranger gave a curt nod.

“I’ve got to get down there. Hurry and get to safety,” he instructed.

Skull nodded and watched as the Blue Ranger vaulted gracefully over the rail to join the others. Then he made his way to the exit undetected.

The next day, when the teen decided to attend school, he was the talk of Angel Grove High. The mall security footage had been leaked to the media and played over various news stations unbeknownst to Skull. He’d gotten several high-fives and claps on the back as he strolled down the halls.

Bulk bragged until he was blue in the face about his heroic best friend. Teachers, even Mr. Kaplan took time to applaud his actions saving the Blue Ranger, artfully overlooking his attendance issue. Skull squirmed under the scrutiny, feeling like a phony.

Apparently, he had missed a lot by skipping yesterday. Besides his act of heroism, the other topic of discussion was a supposed fist fight between Jason, whose left arm hung in a sling, and Tommy, who sported a crutch under one arm. No one really knew what happened. But Bulk whispered to Skull at the lunch table that he had overheard that the two had come to blows over a crude hand motion Tommy had given Kimberly in the art room.

Skull doubted that as he had personally seen the new kid give that exact same innuendo TO Jason as the pair bristled at each other in front of their lockers. Whatever had happened, the two were still at odds, with Tommy flipping Jason the finger in Ms. Appleby’s class when the teacher’s back was turned.

Or maybe the teen was just in a nasty mood with everyone now.

Before the last bell of the day rang, Tommy shoved Skull violently into a locker, completely unprovoked.

“Bitch,” he spat.

Maybe Tommy was just a fucking dick.

#boom! comics power rangers #jason scott #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic #billy cranston #eugene skullovitch #power rangers

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memes-in-a-half-shell · 10 months

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Villain AU - Deadlock, Part 3

Part 1 || Part 2 ||

Shorter chapter! Trying not to spend too much time on them :) I just want to go wild, ya know? Write some stupid shit!!! I'm having fun with this, so that's that 👏

She wasn't a nobody, he could at least give her that!

When going through her computer, he did find several emails, one of them consisting of an invitation to a party on this coming weekend - on top of a building close to where the 7th Avenue and Broadway were crossing. It seemed to be a social event for influencial people, may they be good or bad names. This would be the perfect opportunity for the broker to extend her name and services to some higher crowds! Donnie admired the hustle and entrepreneurship, but he knew that if she wasn't stopped nor steered, she could be quite a force to be reckoned with.

He disclosed his plan to his brothers, wanting to go meet her at that event. It was simple; take her aside for some talks, persuade her to hand over the information about the Foot investors, then recruit her for her services.

"Yeah, but do we have money?" questionned Mikey. "If that's what she does for work, we can't just have her empty her pockets for our cause. That's not fair."

"Although I'm not too keen on this whole situation, Mikey has a point," added Leonardo. "We have nothing."

Donnie sighed, knowing he couldn't keep his funds a secret anymore.

"You guys have nothing, I do."

"Watchu mean 'I do'??" questionned Raph with a frown.

The tall terrapin did unenthusiastical jazz hands: "Freelance work." He then brought a holo screen of his account. "I actually need to get some money back in ... that girl ain't cheap."

"Dude, fuck that, buy us pizza instead!" joked Mikey.

***

Vee wasn't usually enthusiast about social events, but she couldn't deny that this would be the perfect opportunity to seek out new clients and mingle around for some juicy gossip and any kind of information. She usually didn't mind dressing up for parties, her black dress simple enough and her gold necklaces a simple addition, but something about people's gazes during the evening made her wish she had dressed up more...

After conversing with points of interests, the woman decided to take a drink aside and headed towards a part of the rooftop that was more secluded. The much needed peace calmed Vee down, sipping her glass of wine as she looked over the city's lights and traffic down below.

"That's not very clever, you know?"

Vee was on high alert as she heard a voice echoing from the shadows to her left. Turning around, she finally spotted a form coming out and making its way towards her; none other than that turtle man she had seen at that Foot tower. She didn't say a word, slowly backing up as he kept coming closer.

"That tattoo of yours on your chest," he continued, still getting closer. "I clearly saw it that night, and now you're displaying it as well this evening. Quite recognizable, to be honest."

"How did you find me? What do you want?"

Vee finally bumped against a railing, feeling New York's hot breeze caress her upper back and hair. The tall mutant was now so close, she somehow considered jumping off the balcony … if only it wasn't way high above ground. The male finally got her calling card into view, an amused look on his face.

"I'd say you did good work with that for the average joe, but I was still able to get that fake tracer to link me back to its root. I'm suspecting you finally noticed my presence in your stuff last night, judging how quick I lost connection. Let me guess, you disconnected your router?"

Vee quickly got the card out of his hands, annoyed.

"Okay, you answered my 'how did you find me' question, now answer my next one."

One of his hands rested at the railing, right beside her, slightly towering the woman. He wanted to come out as intimidating, somehow, but he could also not dismiss his curiosity.

"… I wanna know who you are exactly. What's your deal?"

Vee left a quick chortle: "As if I'm going to lay all my information bare to you-"

"You seem quite capable with technology," he continued. "I'm just wondering why you're using it that way. … Selling information to the highest bidder can be a dangerous game."

Vee played her flirting card, taking advantage of the proximity. She slowly fiddled with his mask's tails, sneakily displaying herself in an enticing way.

"Money talks, turtle," she answered smoothly. "Taking leaps is what makes the world go 'round, I'm sure you know that. I do what I have to do in order to survive in here."

The mutant slightly gulped, taking a second to enjoy the view. He finally straighthened his stance, taking her hand so he could stop her motions at his tails.

"Until you land the wrong information into the wrong client's hands," he said. "… You don't have to play this kind of russian roulette. Your work could have way more worth in authority's hands."

The human puffed a quiet laugh, getting her hand out of his hold.

"I know how it goes, turtle. The police is slow and getting any freelance investigation their way can actually damage their precious work. They barely get anything done in reasonable delays. Meanwhile, my way is efficient for anyone who needs the information. I don't care where it falls – as long as I get paid, that's the only worth I'm looking for."

"Then why did you ask information about project Renaissance?"

Vee's eyes squinted: "... HookedOnCoffee?" she asked.

"You bet, smooth criminal," winked the terrapin. "I wanted to test you. I was there when you did your little escapade to the police station; you seem full of surprises."

Her gaze was now frowning, looking the mutant up and down.

"... H- How were you there and I didn't see you? You're a freakin' giant turtle!"

She stopped herself and the other before the subject was continued.

"You know what? Pause. ... I'm usually pretty alert to my surroundings when out and about, and the only trace I leave from time to time is my calling card, either for shits an' giggles, or for potential new clients. The fact that you found me and were able to hack into my computer in very little time is just ... " She next poked at his plastron with each words: "You're. Being. A. Creep. Right. Now!"

She next took a long sip of her wine, her eyes wandering and next noticing the shapes of three other turtles hanging and waiting on another rooftop.

"Great," she sighed, vaguely gesturing in their direction. "The whole cavalry's here..."

"You don't have to be freaked out," said the terrapin next. "We're here because we want your help."

Vee paused, half a smile coming to her lips.

"Let me guess.... you want the info I took from you guys at that Foot tower?"

"Primarly, yes, but ultimately I believe that your expertise could be beneficial to our cause."

"Which is?"

"Bringing the Foot clan down, once and for all."

That brought a laughter out of the woman, confusing the other for a moment.

"You do realize that I sometimes steal from them? They're often my main bread and butter," confessed Vee. "And if they were to vanish, another organization is gonna take their place. I'm talking about the Purple Dragons, mainly. I could be generous and think of other clans, but that'd be too generous."

"And you're okay with having potential crimes on the conscience when completing work that involves the Foot?" questionned the male, sourly.

"C'est la vie!'' shrugged the human. "Eat or be eaten. I do whatever I have to do and I'm okay with that. ... Why should I care about others when all they've done to me for the most part is spit on me?"

That seemed to garner some sympathy from the turtle, his traits now softer.

"Look... I'm not here to threathen you out of your work," he started, calmly. "I believe you have great potential and it'd be a shame to have yourself get in trouble because of some poor choices."

"You don't know anything about me."

"I know! I know... But I want you to consider being a better person in this."

Vee was silent for a moment, contemplating his words.

"... I'll think about it," she finally said, ligthly swirling her wine in a thoughtful manner.

"Good! If you ever have an answer, you know where you can find me." He next extended his hand for her to shake. "Name's Donatello, by the way."

Vee considered the gesture for a moment, ultimately bringing her hand into his. The size difference caught her off guard for a split second.

"Call me Vee," she replied. "... And I must warn you, monsieur Donatello; do not log into my computer again, or else I'll find you and it won't be pretty."

"I'll respect that warning," smiled the terrapin.

The woman next handed her glass to the mutant, starting to make her way back to the party.

"Enjoy the wine, I'm guessing you need it too."

Indeed he did, taking a long swig of the drink and then watching Vee walk away. He could still feel the ghost of her hand in his...

***

Vee spent the next few days carefully combing through the Renaissance project's files. One detail she did find interesting was in regard to that alien substance - nicknamed the "green ooze" - that was injected into four turtles and one rat subjects. Basic tests had been conducted, but it had never been done to full extents, considering that the lab burned down and the chemical had been lost. Final reports indicated that traces of the ooze could be found running through the animals' veins, meaning now that retrieving the substance could be possible...

Now knowing that this Donatello guy potentially had eyes on her online activities, she proceeded to create a thread all while making sure that the HookedOnCoffee account was blocked. She silently thanked the moderators for not including an activity feed for any created accounts, allowing for things to escape possible radars or lurkers.

Her post was clear and simple:

Potential retrieval of the lost ooze from Project Renaissance.

Possibility of getting my hands of some of the alien substance lost in the Sacks facility fire. Uses may range from medical to superhuman enhancements. Starting bids at 1 million. Serious offers only.

And so the wait started. Or at least it would give her enough time to actually figure out how to obtain such ooze in the first place....

Thinking back at Donatello's offer, that seemed like her only point of entry for such an opportunity. Sure, she couldn't just come out of nowhere and whip out a needle and a vial to get some blood out of him. ... She would need to build trust with the mutant - something that seemed a bit far fetched at the moment, considering that he might mostly want a professional relationship first and foremost.

She allowed some time to pass by, completing chores around her appartment and getting some food prepared. It was only when she got back to her desk with a quick dinner plate that she froze at the thread she had created.

Last offer was going up as high as 10 millions...

Seeing that no one had outbided that for some time, she closed the deal, getting in contact with the winner.

smooth_criminal: You better not be talking shit for offering such a large amount of money. FuttoGyangu: My boss is very interested by what you are offering. smooth_criminal: I do not have a current ETA on the retrieval. I need to confirm some details before starting the operation. FuttoGyangu: To confirm our interest, we will forward you 500,000$. Keep us updated.

Vee blanked for a moment. That couldn't be real...

FuttoGyangu: We have heard of your excellent work. Do not disappoint us.

She indeed received the amount, accepting it with a wide-eyed stare. ... ... Throwing herself out of her chair, she gleefully danced and stimmed around, celebrating this huge hit! Her head was spinning, her heart beating fast and hard. She couldn't back away now, she didn't want to disappoint indeed!

Swinging back into her chair, she completely disregarded her food, instead opening back her conversation with HookedOnCoffee. She shook her hands a little before writing, wanting to calm her nerves and not write any gibberish.

smooth_criminal: What's up. Let's meet up and discuss.

She could give him the Foot info, anything he wanted! Who cares!! As long as she could get into his good graces, that could only get her closer to her goal and that sweet, sweet money.

HookedOnCoffee: I'm guessing you finally considered my offer? smooth_criminal: Sure thing, pal. I'll be a good girl, I promise ;)

She snickered at her response.

HookedOnCoffee: I'll disregard the play on words :D ... State a place and time of your choice, I'll be there. smooth_criminal: I suspect you don't want to be seen much. I'll send you the address of a rooftop I like to hang out to. I'm free tomorrow night. smooth_criminal: I'll also bring some coffees and that delicious data you requested~ Gotta start on the right foot - unless you want to bring it down once and for all as well.

God she felt like such a smartass, quoting him from that evening at that party.

HookedOnCoffee: Ain't you a sweetheart... Forward me the address and I'll meet you there. HookedOnCoffee: And don't worry, I'll be alone.

Happily punching in the address and sending it his way, she next swiveled her chair around with a cheerful laughter. She couldn't deny being on such a high - yet the realization that she had now to prepare for this delicate mission brought her celebration to a stop.

Serious once again, she approached her computer, then opening a new web browser screen and shopping around for blood extraction equipment...

((Part 4))

#it's-a-moi #villain au #usual sorry for any mistakes #having written down most of the plot for this fic helps a ton for whipping out the chapters!!#I usually do lots of improvisation when I'm writing - oopsie doopsie #still doing some for this fic - but at least I have a general gist of what's going to happen #WRITING JUICES ARE FLOWIN'

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insomniac-astronomer · 2 years

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Any!Peter Parker x Reader: College

was kinda not sure how to feel now that I moved in today. I don't know anyone which really sucks but otherwise I don't feel as anxious as I thought I would be. Anyway I have a freaking killer writing view. So this is brought to you by that and the thunderstorm.

Description: Reader moves into college and feels a little overwhelmed. They meet a nerdy boy at the dining hall.

Gender: neutral! No pronouns used!

WARNINGS: disassotiation (holy spelling), anxiety, social anxiety, new places, college 🙃, anxiety-related eating symptoms, reader has essential tremors (barely mentioned, not by name)

*not my gif* how do you pronounce gif? I say g-i-f, like spell it out

You stand three feet away from your dorm's door. Your key is in your pocket with your student id and phone. All you have to do is walk out the door.

The dorm itself has you feeling weird enough as it is. You made it your's, which helps, but it still feels strange.

You nod to yourself in the mirror and take the three steps through the threshold. Your hands are shaking so much you can hardly put the key into the lock. Finally, you manage to get the door locked and the next obstacle is the elevator.

Which actually turned out to be no big deal. No one else was on it so you had a peaceful ride down to the 4th floor. You step out to find a crowd of people meeting for an organization.

Nervously, you avoid eye contact and keep to yourself until you reach the actual dining hall. Everything passes by in a blur until you're standing in front of the food choices. A couple other people linger around, studying their options, but you walk quickly. You don't want to look weird stopping to read every little sign. Well, you walk so far you reach the end of the options and have to choose pizza, which looks rather depressing.

On your way out, you notice some fruit. You almost reach for a banana, but then worry people will judge you for eating a banana. So you don't take the fruit, get a glass of water, and sit in the back corner of the room to eat your sad pizza.

"Mind if I sit here?" A voice startles you from your concentration of studying the room.

"Oh," your brain buffers, "yeah."

He stands awkwardly for a moment. "So yeah you do mind or-"

"No, no!" You look intensely at the pizza. "I don't mind. You can sit there."

"Okay, thanks." You hear the chair pull out and his plate clink against the table. "I'm Peter, by the way."

"I'm Y/N." You give him an awkward smile. "Nice to meet you."

"Yeah nice to meet you, too."

Ouch.

"So are you a freshman as well?" You ask, even though he very obviously is.

"Yep. So you are, too?"

"Yeah."

He nods. "Cool."

You nod.

Oh god.

"So which dorms are you in?" You say through a bite of pizza, which immediately makes you cringe.

"Hall B, you?"

"Oh, same." You smile again. "What floor?"

"Five."

"Oh, wow. I'm the whole way up on the sixteenth."

"Wow! I bet your view is incredible!" He sounds genuine this time.

"It's pretty good, yeah."

"I would love to go see it-" he cuts himself off. "Wait no. That came out wrong. I just think it would be interesting to go up to the sixteenth floor in any room and see the view-"

"Do you wanna hang out after we're done here?" You interrupt his ramble, blushing slightly at how suddenly you see him as adorable.

"If you're okay with it." He snaps his head toward you. "I literally just invited myself over which was so rude-"

"No, I think it will be fun." You give him a smile.

"Okay." He smiles back. A soft smile. A cute smile. Wow he's really cute. "Hey, I never asked. What's your major?"

"{insert dream major}, you?"

"Computer science."

"Ah, cool."

He laughs. "No it's not. It's lame, I know."

"I mean, you can make a lot of money from it!" You start to smile.

"Yeah, I'm gonna be rich in the future and you'll look back on this conversation and wonder why you bullied me."

You mouth drops open. "I said nothing. You were the one who said it was lame! You said it first!"

"Would you finish that pizza so I can go see the view?!"

You glare at him. "I'm a slow eater. Your view will have to wait."

💫

"Why is the elevator so slow?" Peter complains.

"I'm sorry, I must not have warned you that I live on the sixteenth floor, not the sixth."

"Unbelievable, now you're lying to me?"

"I'm disengaging from this conversation." You say firmly and the two of you burst into laughter.

The elevator dings.

"Finally!" Peter dramatically steps out of the death box and is greeted by a group of very confused girls who give a little chuckle at his behavior. "Sorry." He holds the elevator door open for them.

"You're embarassing me! I haven't even met my neighbors yet!" You slap his shoulder.

"You should be more social."

"Hm," you turn to lead him down your hallway. "Maybe next week."

He doesn't respond, but he's smiling.

"Okay, here we are!" You grandly gesture at your door. You fumble around to pull out your key, hands shaking worse again. You give several attempts to get it in the hold and miss every time.

"Here, I got it." Peter, without waiting for a response, takes the key from your hand and unlocks to door.

Damn, a man with steady hands, too.

You snarkily take the key away from him. "Thanks for breaking into my room."

"Yeah whatever, we would've stood there for hours."

"You're actually awful." You set all of your things down in their various places, making sure to keep things as clean as possible. After all, you've been here less than a day.

"Your stupid lamp is ruining my view!"

You turn around to see the lamp placed in front of the window. It is on. And Peter is attempting to turn it off. The wrong way.

"Stop! Stop! You're gonna break it!" You rush over and turn the knob the correct direction to twist it back into place. Then, you click it off.

For a moment, you're breathless. Nighttime has fallen over the city and the buildings are shimmering and glowing. Bright neon traffic lights blink and car headlight speed by. You study the dazzling glass office building right in front of your view and try to see what the tiny people inside are doing.

After your initial stun is over, you notice Peter hasn't said anything in awhile.

"You okay?" You ask.

He nods. "Yeah, it's just been awhile since I've seen the city like this. A year at this point."

"Oh, did your family have an apartment here?"

His eyes widen suddenly. "Uh, no. Uh, well. Uh, not exactly. It's kind of complicated. I mean my parents are dead so yeah I live with my Aunt May."

"Oh," you squeak out, not expecting the sudden burst of information coming your way. "I'm . . . so sorry to hear about that."

"Nah, I was really young and that wasn't the point and- okay that didn't go well. None of that came out right."

You nod slowly.

"Wanna hang out again tomorrow?" He suddenly blurts out.

You smile. "Sure, I'd love to."

"Would you maybe," Peter shifts on his feet, "wanna go grab a coffee or something in the morning?"

Now you're confused. "Friendly coffee?"

He gives you the look of are-you-literally-a-psychopath. "Friendly? I mean yeah, I'm not gonna take you somewhere with mean coffee??"

You roll your eyes. "I mean as friends?"

"Yeah, we're friends now, right?" He laughs nervously.

"Still not what I'm asking. Are you asking me on a date?"

"Um, no. I mean, well, yeah. I mean, if you want it to be but like it doesn't have to be-"

"I would love to go on a coffee date with you." You cut him off with a wide smile.

"Okay, yeah. I'll come by tomorrow at eight?"

"You'll come by?" You put air quotes around the last two words.

"Yeah?" He asks as if it should be obvious.

"You're going to ride the slow elevator the whole way up to the sixteenth floor from the fourth floor, only to then go back down to the first floor?"

"I'm a gentleman, okay. I'm not gonna make you ride the elevator alone at eight in the morning." He looks away and you can see a little blush on his face.

"Oh how heroic of you." You say sarcastically.

"Okay, fine. I'll send a total stranger up to get you, then."

"NOPE!" You shove him toward the door. "Okay time to go now. I have to get to sleep if you want me awake and ready for eight."

"Okay, good night." Peter smiles sweetly, which makes your heart melt.

"Good night to you, too." You give him one last lingering smile before closing the door.

Manifesting that I'll date someone soon in college. Y'all help me manifest, thx. Don't steal this fic bro that's not really cool of you you know.

Buy me a coffee?

#peter parker x you #tom holland peter parker #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman fic #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #marvel x reader #marvel x y/n #avengers x y/n #avengers x you #avengers x reader

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angelofrainfrogs · 8 months

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Spend the Night: Ch. 24

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected.

Rating: T

Read on Ao3

Between the lines I need to read So we can be released from these evil dreams

This RPG is hard to beat with so many secrets that they keep beneath

~Join the Party by J.T. Machinima~

There was an ugly pause in the group. As they let Vanessa go, a woman stressed and hindered by a hypnotic amnesia, Gregory felt bad. He regretted all the mean names he’d called her. It was Vanny being a psycho, not her real self.

And when Michael sprained her wrist... Given it was for self-defense, but still.

Gregory leaned against his father, staring at the door along with his family in pity. They'd have to fight this unaware woman again, he was certain. The thought only made his hate for William Afton grow.

“What time is it? Is there still time to find the last game?” Charlie asked, her urge to save Vanessa as well as Gregory swelling with the sadness in her chest.

Freddy blinked a few times, pulling up his internal clock. “It is 2:47 pm. We have time to look around, although I insist on getting Gregory some more food and water in the near future.”

“Of course; we can’t have Gregory crashing on us!” Michael flashed the boy a grin, playfully nudging his arm before ushering the group to start moving forward. He wanted to save Vanessa as much as everyone else. He might not have gotten to the kids in time, but at least they could try to save her along with Gregory.

“Are there any other arcades, Freddy? If that’s where the first two were found, maybe the next game is in a different one, too.” Michael grimaced, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Hopefully there’s only one more of these things…”

The worst thing would be to miss out on some consoles, making this whole mission for naught.

“There are two other, smaller arcade locations within the Pizzaplex,” Freddy replied, giving Gregory one last big squeeze before setting him down in favor of holding his hand. “One is in Bonnie Bowl and the other is in the Daycare.”

“I'm starving. I need like, a whole pizza,” Gregory said, willing to forget the uncomfortable feeling it brought when thinking on Vanessa's situation. The immortal serial killer piloting a bunny suit with a hobby for murdering children continued to haunt Gregory's thoughts, even in normal conversation. His hand slid into Freddy's palm and began for the door.

“What's the pizza topping tonight? I wanna know if the Hawaiian still tastes the same.” Charlie hoped to move on from the awkwardness of knowing something was officially wrong with Vanessa.

Just fill the uncomfortable burden of knowledge with entertaining the kid, Charlie thought, watching as Gregory's face turned up at the suggestion.

“Whaaaat? Who actually gets pineapple on their pizza?” he inquired, disturbed by the idea. Charlie sighed.

“You have much to learn, kiddo. The pineapple calms down the spicy pepperoni they use. And the ham's there just because ham is good,” she explained as if the anatomy of the Hawaiian pizza was a hard-hitting science.

“In some ways, Charlie, you were always wise beyond your years,” Michael said, patting her back as they squeezed through the door and emerged into the West Arcade proper.

“To answer your question, since the Pizzaplex is not currently open for guests, there are no specials today,” Freddy informed the group. Before their crestfallen faces could stick, he quickly added with a grin: “Which simply means that you can make whatever pizza you would like!”

“Whatever we'd like?” Michael repeated, sparing a look behind him to lock eyes with Gregory. They grinned in unison, already in unspoken agreement to use this power to their full advantage.

Freddy seemed to realize the potential monsters he'd unleashed, for he quickly followed up his earlier proclamation. “Within reason, of course—please do not make yourselves sick...”

“So... No ultimate everything pizza?” Gregory asked, hoping that he and his older brother had the same idea.

He envisioned it clearly. A sturdy deep-dish with every possible combination of crust plus all toppings. Charlie's stomach felt sick just thinking about such a monster grease-ball of a meal—the saddest part being that she had no stomach to feel queasy with.

“No way you'd eat all of that,” Charlie told him, unknowingly goading Gregory to want the mythical pizza even further.

“Hey, I still haven't felt any effects from that scary burrito meat earlier; I could always help,” Michael pointed out, fully on board with encouraging the Frankenstein-pizza. Never mind the fact that he'd only eaten a tiny bit of meat, and this meal would be far more damaging both physically and psychologically... but that only made him more eager to try it.

“The staff may get upset if they see you both messing up the kitchen to get to all the toppings,” Freddy said, trying to think of a way to dissuade the boys without straight up saying no. However, when Michael puffed up his chest, Freddy already knew he was about to use his “Afton bloodline” excuse to get away with yet another thing. As Mike opened his mouth to speak, Freddy relented slightly. “Alright, how about this—you can make an ultimate everything pizza, as long as you also make one that is actually edible.”

“Freddy, do you doubt my cooking skills?” Mike asked, putting on an exaggerated sad face.

“It is not your cooking I am doubting, Michael—it is your ability to legitimately consume this dish.” Freddy couldn't help but smile just a bit as Mike snickered, his obvious happiness both a rare and welcome sight.

“Is it bad if I doubt both?” Charlie remarked, having a strong suspicion Mike was about to bite off more than he could chew in more ways than one.

“You know you're gonna want some...,” Gregory said, egging her on. Still, he was happy his ursine dad would let them get away with making what he’d assume to be a record-breaking pie.

“We can go to the food court—it is the closest place to get pizza,” Freddy said, as the group descended the staircase that would take them to the Arcade exit. Instead of heading straight for the elevator, he continued towards the dance floor. “I would like to say goodbye to Music Man first, however.”

“Heeeey, you guys!” the huge animatronic said upon catching sight of the comparatively tiny group. He waved a back arm, as his front hands were currently occupied. “How're you liking the music?!”

“The 80s songs are much appreciated,” Michael replied, hands in his pockets as he stared up at the DJ. He couldn't help a dark point of anxiety burrowing into the back of his mind when he thought of how terrifying this thing would be if it was infected like all the others... Thankfully, they'd managed to avoid the West Arcade so far during night shift, and he hoped the trend continued through tonight.

The group could see how anxious he was. Charlie and Gregory couldn’t exactly blame Michael. If the DJ wanted to, he could just crush them and be done with it. For now, he was probably the chillest of the personalities inhabiting the Mega Pizzaplex. Charlie threw a wave at the guy—she tried not to think about tonight, if he’d go and try to find them now that he knew there was a child and two human adults waiting to be smushed or pulled apart.

“That’s a choice mixtape you got!” Charlie complimented regardless. “We’re gonna take the little guy to get something to eat! Don’t wait up for us.”

“Thanks for the tunes, DJ!” Gregory called to him after Charlie. He chose to stick by Freddy, as his guardian made him feel comforted as he spoke to new people, regardless of whether this artificial personality was made to be the most relaxed guy in the room. He had to agree with Mike that Music Man’s size was formidable.

“See you guys laaaaateeeeer!” the DJ called, waving every limb not currently occupied as the group walked off the dance floor.

Before long they were exiting the elevator into the main atrium, making a beeline for a now-working escalator to take them right to the food court. There were a few staff milling around, though most were long-past lunch break and had returned to work. This served the group just fine, as Michael prompted Gregory to use an access pass to slip into the back kitchens. There was a lone S.T.A.F.F. bot in a chef’s outfit meandering near the doorway, and though it tracked the group’s movements it didn’t actively try to talk to them or call for security.

Which was good, because if it did, Mike would’ve had to tamper with more company property so they could make their pizza concoction.

“Okay, let’s get this done!” he said cheerfully, excited by the thought of this monster they were about to create. He hoisted Gregory up and placed the boy on his hip, holding him securely with one arm and grinning down at his mildly confused face.

“Three hands are better than two when making this thing, right? Besides, you don’t want to have to drag a stool all around the room to see over the counters, do you?” Michael’s grin shifted into one of brotherly mirth at the teasing dig to Gregory’s height. “Just tell me what we need and I’ll grab it, then you can put as much on the pizza as your heart desires.”

Gregory never thought he was short until he met Michael Afton in all his android glory, towering over the poor vertically challenged lad. Though he wouldn’t admit it, having Mike hold him up while observing the pizza toppings was easier than dragging around a stool.

“First, we’re going to need the pepperoni. Classic,” Gregory began, starting the long list of the weird Frankenstein pie that he envisioned in his mind.

It ended up becoming a savory, meat and vegetable medley on one side. Then on the other, the Hawaiian pizza for Charlie—Gregory decided to add some hot sauce on her side after realizing she was craving something spicy. What he and Michael ended up concocting was a messy pile. They had only stopped adding toppings when they realized they still needed to see some of the thick layer of cheese.

“This thing would kill an old person if you fed it to them,” Gregory said in a half amused, half concerned tone.

“Good thing we’re all so young and spry,” Michael joked, though the slight crease in his brow betrayed his concern about the potential hospital visit Gregory might need if he consumed too much of this monstrosity. As if reading his mind, Freddy placed gentle hands on each of the boys’ shoulders.

“How about you each take one bite and see how you feel?” the bear suggested, unsure of it would be worse for Gregory’s human stomach or Michael’s mechanical one. While they’d been making their ultimate pizza, Freddy busied himself with crafting a standard cheese and pepperoni so his son could actually have something to eat.

Michael nodded, attempting to dislodge a piece of the meat and veggie side which proved nearly impossible due to the sheer amount of toppings. He managed eventually, handing Gregory a plate with the not-so-surprisingly heavy slice. After getting one for himself and a Hawaiian-themed one for Charlie, Mike held his piece up with a determined light in his eyes. “On the count of three, we take a bite. One… two… three.”

At Michael's command, Gregory and Charlie timed their first bites of pizza to his word. Attempting to get every individual piece of meat and vegetable inside his mouth, Gregory had to take a pretty gigantic bite. This took a while to chew, but that single piece had been a meal by itself.

As she managed to taste and savor the flavor of the customized pie, Charlie could feel so many memories coming back with just the taste. For a moment, it was 1980. She, Michael, and Evan were in the kitchen of the dinner making their own monstrosity and eating it out of the way of the chefs and wait staff. They hadn't changed the recipe at all, and everything tasted just as it did back in that wonderful, wholesome year.

Charlie hadn't even registered the warm tears that flowed from the corners of her eyes as she indulged in her food. They freely streamed down her face even as she went in for a second bite.

“Perfect...,” she complimented the chefs, dabbing the corners of her mouth.

Michael’s mind had traveled down a similar road, back to a day where Lizzie and Sammy were playing at friends’ houses and left their siblings under the care of their fathers. William and Henry were busy, giving the trio a perfect opportunity to slip into the kitchen and make the most abominable pizza they could. William was the one to catch them and had chided them for using so many ingredients for their silly experiment, although when he’d subsequently taken a bite of their creation with a shimmer of laughter in his eyes and claiming that they couldn’t let everything go to waste, Michael knew they weren’t in real trouble.

He didn’t notice his own salty tears until he instinctively moved to wipe them away, his gaze shifting to Gregory as he did so.

And there was that damn trauma coming back to haunt him yet again—the boy’s image flickered before Michael’s eyes, shifting between the brother he once knew and the one he had now. “God… why did I—”

Why did I become such an asshole? Mike finished the sentence in his head, covering his mouth with a hand and turning away. He looked like he was about to throw up by the way his eyes scrunched tight, though he really just wanted to scream. If only he hadn’t played that stupid prank, it could be Evan by his side right now…

“Michael…” Freddy’s tone was soft, though the man sill flinched as the bear touched his shoulder. They stared at each other for a moment before Freddy held out his arms, gesturing for the man to come close. He might not fully understand what Michael was going through, but he could still be there for him.

Mike let out a short, barking laugh, not missing the irony of Freddy being the one to comfort him from these memories… but it only took a few seconds for him to fall into the bear’s arms and hug him tight.

Charlie could tell Michael had been thinking the same as her from the glimmer in his eyes—about the way their families used to be. She was still angry, bitter at the life stolen from her. It was a tragic accident what had happened to Evan. Then that poison spread from Evan’s death and into the lives of the Emilys.

She was infected by that poison, too. And so she could never relent, vengeful forever until William’s tainted fountain ran dry. He would pay for making her best and nearly her only friend’s childhood a living hell. She wanted retribution for all those lost souls, including her own.

And justice for Gregory, who had been exploited and traumatized beyond what was reasonable for a child in two nights.

Gregory had felt the melancholy, leaning into Charlie and attempting to lighten the mood. “Wow, pizza’s that good?”

Charlie slung an arm around his shoulder and rubbed his arm twice—then squeezed him into a close hug.

“Just haven’t had pizza like this in a while. Thanks, kiddo.” She excused them both, silently apologizing for the tears that fell off her jaw and onto Gregory’s wavy head of hair.

It wasn't long before Michael shimmied out of Freddy's grasp. The bear wanted to hold onto him longer, as if he knew this short hug wasn't nearly enough to make up for whatever horrific thing Mike was thinking of, but they both knew they couldn't cling forever. They were on a mission, after all.

“Thanks, Freddy,” Michael said quietly, wiping away the remnants of tears with one hand as he gripped the bear’s arm with the other. Before Freddy could reply, Mike set a smile on his face and turned to his siblings. Seeing them in an embrace, he playfully fell onto them and wrapped his arms around Charlie in a bear hug, effectively sandwiching Gregory in the middle. “Yeah that pizza's definitely in my favorites list now!”

“This is almost exactly like the secret recipe pizza Mike and I used to make, you know,” Charlie told their new friends, laughing when Gregory started squirming.

“That's nice—Mike, you're squishing meee!” he lamented, unable to wiggle free from the cage that he and Charlie created with their arms.

Then, behind them came the sudden sound of radio static. It came in and out, breathing almost before a familiar voice rang out. “THAT LOOKS LIKE FUN...”

When Charlie whipped her head around, she was surprised to see none other than Ennard. They'd snuck in so quietly and appeared to have wrapped their limbs in random, ripped up carpet segments—clashing patterns and colors that made them even more of an eyesore. Charlie jumped in place and held onto Gregory tighter as she let out a briefly frightened yelp.

Freddy instinctively moved to the group's side, trying to push Gregory and Charlie behind himself as he stared at the mass of wires and carpet pieces. He recognized the voice as the one he'd briefly heard from the vents, although the sight of Ennard was certainly... something.

Freddy had many, many questions, but he doubted any of them would be answered now. He could feel Michael tense up like a startled cat on his other side, having let go of Charlie and Gregory the second the static entered the room to better protect his family.

“...What the hell have you been up to?” Michael asked slowly, his eyes roaming over the multicolored, 80s-style carpet pieces. However, the answer occurred to him before Ennard could reply, and Mike sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh—you're trying to be quieter. For god's sake...”

“Michael...?” Freddy began questioningly, although he honestly wasn't sure what he wanted to ask. This thing sure was intimidating, the fabric flooring only adding to the eeriness as their entire body swayed. A few tendrils moved of their own accord, and Freddy swore one was trying to inch closer to Michael.

Seeing everyone's expressions of wary confusion, Mike realized Freddy hadn't been told what to expect when facing this thing. Not to mention the last time Gregory saw Ennard was in the dark basement, lurking in the shadows as it literally ripped an animatronic apart in front of the boy's eyes. Ennard was quite different in the comparatively bright kitchen lighting.

Michael grimaced, eyes locked onto the amalgamation as he reassured the trio: “Don't worry, you'll be fine... What do you want, Ennard? And why are you out during dayshift?!”

As the group relaxed, Ennard stared at them with a fixed gaze from every visible eye. They were unmoving except for the metal and wires just barely inside Michael's comfort zone. How they twitched in longing to be near him again... The carpet was a nice substitute, though it certainly didn't feel as safe as Michael's own flesh.

“I WAS TOLD TO FOLLOW...,” they reminded, heterochromatic eyes staring holes through the group.

Gregory wasn't afraid of clowns, but he didn't realize Ennard was that huge. Once Ennard caught him looking, they became somewhat standoffish. Aloof, they turned their back to Gregory ever so slightly as if hiding from him.

“WE ARE QUIET NOW... WHAT ARE YOU GUYS UP TO…?” they inquired, looking around the group briefly.

“Eating pizza.” Gregory held out the gooey mess. “Do you want a slice?”

He regretted the offer slightly as Ennard moved in a hauntingly jarring way towards them, body jerking and ropey as strong metal moving under the carpet. The monstrous form barely visible under the thick 80's patterns.

“Absolutely not!” Michael and Freddy exclaimed in unison, swiftly putting themselves in-between Gregory and the approaching animatronic. The pair shared a look, silently in agreement that they did not want to see what happened if whatever made up Ennard's body got gunked up with cheesy grease and toppings.

“Ennard's, ah... components seem to be more like mine as opposed to Michael and Charlie's, so I do not think it wise for them to eat real food,” Freddy explained, trying to be as gentle as possible with his words. Ennard was clearly sentient and aware, but Freddy couldn't help but feel like they'd appreciate hearing the reasoning nonetheless since they seemed quite eager to participate in the group's activities.

And he also didn't want Michael to have another mental break when trying to speak to the amalgamation after he'd just recovered from the last one. By the way Mike's left eye was twitching slightly as he pushed Gregory even further behind him, Freddy could tell he wasn't far off from snapping.

Ennard had stopped mid-walk, the former child-entrapping animatronic eyeing both the slice and Gregory with unknown intent. After focusing their vision, Ennard's gaze landed on Freddy and Michael.

“THAT... MAKES... SENSE—SENSE—SENSE...” Their voice box glitched out, causing them to smack their own chest in frustration to fix the involuntary stutter.

“Ennard?” Charlie would ask, finding the clown face suddenly snapping in her direction to gaze down at her. “Have you been watching us this whole time?” She attempted to make friendly conversation all while trying to navigate and avoid the stalker-like behavior they portrayed. Ennard would shake their head, the motions more jagged than any animatronic the others had seen to date.

“NOT JUST YOU... WATCHING ALL... OBSERVING... HIM...” Ennard had replied honestly, a hint of malice dripping in multiple layers of voice boxes.

“'Him?' Do you mean... William?” Freddy asked tentatively, eyes narrowed in question. He didn't like the dark tone coming from that voice box and hoped it was directed towards the same entity his group was after.

Freddy caught Michael nodding out of the corner of his eye, though he kept his gaze fixed on Ennard, still unsure whether they could truly trust this thing yet. He'd caught the strange way it looked at Gregory earlier and didn't want to take any chances... even if it had saved the boy last night.

“Ennard hates him, too; I can at least tell you that,” Michael confirmed, one of the rare facts he was absolutely sure about regarding the amalgamation. Mike crossed his arms over his chest, observing the familiar way Ennard swayed. The movement seemed a little more cumbersome because of all the carpeting, but it was still just as unnerving at it'd always been. Raising a brow, Michael asked: “Have you learned anything from these observations? Maybe something he's plotting, or... Oh, anything would help, really.”

He seemed to deflate slightly, false confidence punctured by the stark reality of how little they knew of what William's actual goal was besides “get his family back.” They didn't even know where he was right now...

Gregory attempted to look at Ennard, observing their odd posturing. Both Freddy and Michael seemed to be aware of Ennard being much more dangerous than the others. If they wanted to, Gregory was positive that Ennard could and would tear through them all without hesitation. Their last run-in with Michael had left the man shaking while talking to the robot amalgamate.

Ennard looked around the room, eyelids darting and flicking closed, making shutter sounds as they simulated blinking for the boy's comfort.

“BUILDING... REPAIRING HIMSELF... SCREAMING. THROWING THINGS...” they listed off, thinking of all the things they heard and saw William doing during their recon work. “WILLIAM... STAYING BE-BELOW. UNSURE WHERE—DON’T W-W-WANT TO GET CLOSE, OR RISK BEING SPOTTED… HIDEOUT ABANDONED NOW...”

That made Michael perk up again.

“His hideout? The one in Fazerblast?” he questioned, and upon receiving a jerking nod Michael looked to the others with a hesitant grin. “If he’s gone… maybe we should check it out?”

“Are you sure it is empty?” Freddy asked, placing a hand on Mike's forearm to still his excitement. His gaze was still fixed to Ennard, wanting to make sure they would be safe before trying something so risky. The animatronic was strange, but it really didn't seem to mean them any harm...

Ennard shifted their weight, unnaturally leaning with hips jutting out at a sharp degree while answering Freddy.

“THE PAST NIGHT AND DAY... CLEAR OF RABBIT—S...” they replied. Ennard took a step back then, realigning their frame in a more natural standing position that made them look even taller. “NO ONE IN SIGHT.”

Gregory could see Ennard’s gaze drifting back to Michael, as if knowing the man would have the final say in whether they would go or not. He knew better than anyone that Ennard was capable of lying, after all.

Ennard sure was a liar... Or at least, they used to be. Back when Michael first encountered the amalgamation all those years ago, it'd lured him into the scooping room under false pretenses, and Mike had stupidly walked right into the trap.

However, in the Pizzaplex, Ennard seemed different. They'd been nothing but helpful to Mike and his friends, showing no sign of wanting to climb into any of their bodies or otherwise destroy them despite the unnerving stares and tendency to grasp at Michael's ankles. Hell, Ennard even saved him and Gregory from Roxy—a far cry from the last time Mike had been so close to the thing.

“...I trust them—on this, at least,” Michael said in a voice that was barely audible. Freddy finally turned to him, searching the man's face for any sign of doubt. Upon finding nothing but serious determination, he nodded.

“Then to the hideout we shall go,” the bear agreed. He looked back at Ennard, finally giving the mass of carpeted wires a genuine Glamrock Freddy smile. “Thank you for all of your help, Ennard. It is much appreciated.”

It was hard to tell what was going on inside Ennard’s head as they stared down the bear. Their demeanor seeming surprised, bashful even as Freddy thanked them. They belted out a quick rush of nervous static. Then, after collapsing their body slightly, wormed their way back into the vents without another word.

They weren’t used to the kinder treatments. In fact, they were far too comfortable with Michael yelling at them—it was almost safe in its familiarity, in a twisted sort of way. The sudden change in attitude towards the hulking robot had left them rather shy in response.

“That guy has issues,” Gregory said, less in judgmental and more out of pity for the monster as soon as he felt they were out of earshot.

“Gregory, you have no idea,” Michael murmured in a slightly strained voice, running a hand absently through the boy's wavy brown locks as he stared into the vent.

“Well, I suppose we should put our search for the Princess Quest games on hold temporarily?” Freddy asked, looking between the trio. He still wore a smile, happy that they'd made some progress with their surprisingly helpful stalker and their search for William in one go.

“Yeah; who knows, maybe we'll find a clue about them in the hideout,” Michael suggested with a shrug. He slipped his hand into Gregory's, wanting to keep track of his brother personally until his latent paranoia towards Ennard subsided.

“Wait—did you have enough food, superstar?” Freddy questioned as the group started towards the door. Mike resisted the urge to roll his eyes, wanting to move on but understanding the bear's parental concern.

Gregory had just registered he was still hanging onto the heavy slice of pizza. Now that it cooled, its toppings were fixed in place by the thick layer of cheese. Gregory nodded and told his ursine father: “I’ll eat this slice on the way.”

Gregory was more tired than anything. He needed a nap before the night shift began. They still needed to play the next installment of Princess Quest—and hopefully collect those tickets for Charlie. Still he remained confused at their collective reactions to Ennard when DJ Music Man was so widely accepted. He decided for now not to question it, as his caretakers had done a good job at keeping him safe thus far.

“Let’s get a move on, then!” Charlie told the group, seemingly trying to force a positive outlook before sneaking into the Fazerblast security office. They would need the good vibes, Charlie felt. Who knew what terrible things sat in Vanny’s personal space.

“Hey, Freddy,” Michael began, sidling up to the bear as the group moved as one to the door. “The last time Gregory and I went to Fazerblast, we got stuck—I literally had to pry the elevator open to get us out because we couldn’t finish the game.” He grimaced at the memories. “Is there any way you can make that not happen?”

“You wish for me to override the attraction itself?” Freddy questioned, and Michael nodded. Freddy shook his head, giving him an apologetic smile. “Unfortunately, I do not have access to those types of override protocols. Perhaps a staff member might be able to help?”

“Ugh… the only staff we know is Sophie.” Michael glanced at Charlie, wanting her opinion on the matter. “I don’t know if we want to chance the extra attention… but I also don’t want to get stuck again. What do you think, Charlie?”

Charlie bit at the inside of her lip in thought, weighing the options in her head.

“You said you had to pry open the elevator, right? Tell Sophie there’s damage done to the internal doors and that you need to turn the attraction off,” she replied with a quick snap of her fingers. That had happened when Michael was in his Foxy get-up, so she could only imagine what that hook and claw had done to the door to get it to open. The likelihood of the elevator being busted to hell were high.

“Perfect—hand over that walkie talkie?” Michael took the device after Charlie unclipped it from her belt just as the group emerged into the main atrium. They walked at a steady pace, not wanting to seem in a rush even though they were all anxious to get to their destination.

“Hello, Sophie? Come in, please; this is Mr. Afton,” Michael said, pressing the button on the walkie to speak into the static.

There was a crackle of static for a moment before Sophie responded with a simple: “Hi, Sir—do you need something?”

“Yes, actually—we’re heading over to Fazerblast. I’ve been informed there’s damage to one of the interior elevator doors.” Michael paused just long enough for the words to sink in, but not giving the guard time to freak out. “I’d like to assess the issue, and in order to do that can you turn the attraction off while my group is inside?”

“Hooo boy,” Sophie replied, followed by a cacophony of crackles. Likely her hanging up before cursing to her presumed boss. After a second of hesitation, her voice clicked back onto the feed. “I'll meet you there, Mr. Afton. Over!”

She knew no one else would volunteer to help out the admins. Most of the staff hadn't even met any of the owners besides Sammy Emily before, so working around the hired family members would be a nightmare for most. Though, to be fair Sophie hadn’t exactly heard mention of these mysterious heirs before today either.

“Freddy?” Charlie said, giving the bear a gentle nudge. “You and Gregory should hang out of sight for a little. Sophie might ask why we're bringing you both into a work area…”

“Good point,” Freddy agreed, holding out a paw for Gregory to grasp. He gazed around the atrium, looking for a place close by but still out of the way. His eyes settled on one of the many brightly lit signs on the third floor and his smile widened. “Would you like to try a round of bowling, superstar?”

Michael followed Freddy’s sightline to Bonnie Bowl. It wouldn’t take long for Freddy and Gregory to sneak down to the hideout from there if necessary. Of course it’d be ideal if they could prevent Gregory from returning to one of the places that traumatized him the most this weekend.

The more Michael followed this train of thought, the more set on it he became.

“I think that’s a good option,” he chimed in before Gregory could respond, cracking a tiny smile. “Didn’t you say there was an arcade up there, Freddy? You guys can see if there’s a Princess Quest console while Charlie and I do our thing in Fazerblast. We’ll let you know if we need you, don’t worry—otherwise, we can just meet you in the bowling alley when we’re done.”

Gregory had always wanted to try out bowling. Even if they didn't get the chance to play a full game, it'd be fun to unwind and get to do something with just Freddy for a change. Unfortunately, Michael mentioning Princess Quest brought him back to the current reality. He'd have to worry about having fun some other time. Right now, Vanessa needed them to find the source of her mind control. Hopefully it meant defeating these badly coded video games.

“Let's go check it out!” Gregory said, a good attitude about it regardless. He pulled on the bear’s paw, as if he had the strength to sway where Freddy walked.

Freddy chuckled quietly at Gregory’s obvious excitement, playing into it by pretending like the boy was somehow able to tug the half-ton metal bear along as if he were nothing more than a stuffed toy. As he pitched forward slightly to give the impression of being knocked off-balance by Gregory’s sheer strength, Freddy spared a glance over his shoulder and waved to Michael and Charlie with his free hand.

“…Damn,” Michael murmured once Freddy and Gregory were out of earshot in a tone of wistfulness. “I know Freddy’s designed to be good with kids, but… he’s really good with Gregory.” He spared a glance at Charlie then, raising an eyebrow to match his subtle smirk. “Good thing we’ve got a new, Pizzaplex-escaping body waiting for him, huh?”

“It's almost like he was programmed to be a dad—I don’t think all of them would act like Freddy,” Charlie agreed. That bear was truly one of a kind.

Perhaps knowing the presence of a human soul had given Freddy some awareness. That was the theory that Charlie would stick with, at least. Michael's own feelings seemed to imprint deeply into whatever learning feature had been installed inside the newest rendition of Fazbear. The already protective and nurturing side of Freddy had been amped up, and the line between what came from Freddy’s original code and Mike’s supernatural influence was now thoroughly blurred

“I still can't believe how lucky last weekend’s been for us overall!” Charlie remarked further. The fact they had a chance of carrying out their plans and possibly putting William away for good had her expectations sky high.

It really was a shame. Bonnie used to be such a cool character, but Charlie couldn't look at that rabbit the same. Not after all the things she’d seen William do with that innocent guise. She kept her vision focused ahead now, walking besides Michael with purpose.

“If it turns out to be a trap—” Charlie murmured as she leaned into him. “—and it turns out your Dad's there… I'll get behind him, then you push him down the stairs.”

“Deal,” Mike agreed, flipping a hand palm-up so Charlie could give him a low-five. Lifting his hand higher, Michael watched his fist clench and unclench a few times. “I wonder how much strength we really have. I know your dad said it should match a normal animatronic’s, but—”

Michael’s musing was cut short when he spotted Sophie hurrying towards them at rapid speed. Mike straightened his back and gave the guard a slight nod of acknowledgement.

To Sophie, the pair of them looked nothing short of professional. Ms. Emily, in Sophie's opinion, was nice. Eccentric, but nice nonetheless. Mr. Afton was… different. Still just as strange as Ms. Emily, but with a frighteningly flattened affect. Regardless, he treated Sophie with respect and she had no reason to hate either of them.

Yet that didn’t stop Sophie from growing very curious at their antics. The day guard waved to them, seeing that they’d gotten changed straight into more merchandise from one of the many store-outposts.

“Mr. Afton; Ms. Emily,” Sophie acknowledged once the two came to stand outside the attraction. She held the door for them both, offering them to walk inside the lift before her. “I just have to unlock the main breaker. Shouldn't take long. Honestly, I'm really glad you both want to work on this. Our mechanics suddenly found themselves swamped right now.”

“Oh?” Michael questioned, putting on a tone of detached interest. “Have you heard anything about the missing animatronics? Last time we spoke, you said some of the others weren’t responding to their manual call buttons.”

On one hand Michael hoped they’d stay missing, if only for the fact that the sooner they were found, the sooner the techs would start fixing them up again. After all the effort they’d gone through to decommission them, Mike didn’t want the Pizzaplex staff to unintentionally make the robots a threat again.

But that begged another, more pressing question: if no one knew where the Glamrocks had gone… then where the hell were they?

Even though Roxy had been ripped to pieces, Ennard left her limbs in plain sight. If someone peered down that newly-created hole in the track—which Michael suspected a bunch of staff were frantically trying to assess and repair this very moment—they’d surely catch sight of the dismembered wolf.

The thought that they could’ve somehow still gotten up on their own or been snatched away by William while Mike and his family recovered was enough to set Michael’s nerves on edge. He tried to keep the emotions contained, keeping up the illusion of cool confidence despite the hard set of his jaw as his teeth clenched together. Hopefully Sophie would take this as him simply being annoyed at the prospect of valuable company assets being MIA.

Sophie avoided Mr. Afton's gaze, attempting to fix her tie in a casual manner before answering. This only made her looked even more exacerbated than she did already.

“We, uh... technically found one of them. It wasn’t one we were exactly looking for right now, though,” Sophie told them cryptically. “And then right after they found him, it just disappeared again. So... We're working on that. It's a work in progress. Everyone seems to be more worried about the structural damage to the raceway.”

Sophie sighed, placing a hand on her hip and shaking her head with a look of utter confusion. “Plus all that carpet suddenly went missing from the East Arcade? I feel like things are kind of coming unraveled, sir, if I'm honest...”

It was becoming increasingly obvious to Michael and Charlie what was happening as Sophie left out details to protect them from what they assumed to be managerial anger.

“I wouldn't worry about things like the carpet,” Michael said after a moment. The more he could keep them away from anything to do with Ennard, the better. “There's clearly more important issues to focus on, like that damage to the raceway.” He narrowed his eyes, internally grateful for the topic to snag onto. “Thank god it's under renovation anyway... if something was able to break the tarmac that easily, it belies some serious safety concerns.”

Under Sammy's guidance, in many ways the Pizzaplex was a safer place than any previous Fazbear establishment—but there was always room for improvement. After a brief pause, Mike asked: “You said the animatronic staff found disappeared? Who, exactly, was that?”

He was almost positive he knew the identity, but if it suddenly vanished like the Glamrocks... Well, Michael didn't quite know what to do with that information.

Sophie seemed to be similar in Charlie, in that they wore their emotions on their sleeves quite easily. Taking on a more distressed demeanor Sophie chuckled, looking away. Despite her wide grin, she was uncomfortable thinking about it. Again it was always some damn rabbit causing trouble...

“Oh, just the uh... The decommissioned b... bunny,” Sophie replied, fighting with the last word to exit her mouth. “It was odd—my team found him and told me he needed to be fixed. Said he’d been missing for a while, but no one talked about it anymore. I just wanted to leave the stupid thing back in storage but... You know policy. Making sure the animatronics are accounted for, even when the active ones are bigger priority. Anyway—”

The lift doors began to slide back open and Sophie dawdled inside, searching for the employee terminal to access the attraction controls. “—he just up and hopped away, I guess.”

Sophie didn't really seem like the type to become annoyed fast, yet speaking about the rabbit made her sound bitter and afraid. Like Vanessa, almost.

Oh, that was much worse than Michael expected. His mouth had slowly fallen open as Sophie spoke, unable to keep his prideful Afton demeanor as she talked so blatantly about the man-turned-rabbit animatronic they were on a mission to destroy.

Of course it was William. It always had to be William.

Michael snapped his mouth shut with an audible click as the elevator doors opened, staring down at Sophie with a mixture of guilty relief. The staff that found Will had no idea how close they'd come to losing everything. Clearly he wanted to keep a low profile, hence his temporarily immobile state, but if he'd had other plans—

“We'll keep an eye out for the rabbit.” Michael spoke quickly, wanting to put the topic at rest but also try and avoid the staff actively chasing his psychotic father. “Just... tell the others not to worry about him. There's still a few animatronics awake and functioning to appropriate standards, right? No need to worry about ones that have already been taken out of the lineup.”

Not to mention how much detailing Bonnie still needed. Cracks all over his outer casing, covered in a thin layer of dirt like he’d been crawling around the basement.

“If you say so, sir.” Sophie tucked an errant curl behind her ear. “I just hope we can find everyone in time for opening. I know Mr. Emily wants the Glamrocks together by Monday... I don't know who's going to tell him it's just not possible.”

It was probably going to be her. The staff just loved to put the harder admin interactions on Sophie, given that she was head of security during the day. Approaching the terminal, she swiped her card into a reader at the desk which logged her in immediately.

“Don't worry about that, either. I'll tell Sammy everything,” Charlie reassured, placing a hand on Sophie’s shoulder and squeezing. “Just do us a favor and leave Bonnie alone. He was decommissioned for a good reason.”

Huh. It was normal to be scared of Mr. Afton, though now there was something in Ms. Emily's tone that Sophie just didn't trust.

“Uh... Is that why you both decided to come in this weekend?” Sophie asked, feeling her throat run dry as the pair stared at her. “I-I just didn't expect to meet you both under such stressful circumstances.”

“Mr. Emily just asked us to check in on some things,” Michael replied smoothly, having regained his composure after Charlie added her two cents. He certainly appreciated the backup, which he was sure she knew. Mike shook his head, letting out another sigh.

“Admittedly we were unaware of the depth of the problems around here, but... we are here to help.” He offered Sophie a rare, muted smile. “Try not to stress yourself out too much, alright? You've done as good a job as you can so far.”

Michael wished he could alleviate all her tension by telling her to go home and take the weekend off, for the woman was clearly losing her mind with every new incident. But unfortunately she was becoming invaluable to his group as well—even if she didn't know it. Still, Mike could at least take off a bit of immediate pressure. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he muttered: “It's really the night guard I'd like to speak to—everything seems to happen on her shift...”

It was now time for an inopportune blush to spread across Sophie’s face at the genuine compliment to her work capabilities. Sophie didn't receive much praise, nor did she seek it out. This was probably why it affected her so much as she focused her gaze on the computer screen.

“I'm really worried about Vanessa, sir...” She wasn’t quite defending the position Ness had put everyone in over the weekend, but Sophie cared about the grumpy night guard in a detached, logical way. “I told her she should just stay home. Heal from her injuries, you know? She's still determined to fix everything from her shift.”

“We told her the same thing. Vanessa’s given us all the run-around,” Charlie interjected. It wasn't Sophie's fault that Vanessa wanted to stay another night. “It is what it is at this point; if she wants to stay, so be it.”

As Charlie spoke, Sophie's expression grew from concern to annoyance.

“Guh...” She groaned, squinting at the screen. “The console has a password on it... Might be logged up in the security office? I can control the doors without it, but not much else.”

“Char—Ms. Emily and I will go,” Michael said quickly, shooting Charlie a look. He realized they didn't have Gregory's handy stash of access badges, but hopefully they wouldn't need one—and if they did, hopefully Sophie would readily offer hers. Looking to said guard, Michael told her: “We'll be back shortly. Walkie us if you manage to figure out the password or if anything happens, alright?”

He probably didn't need to include that last part, for surely it just added to everyone's paranoia. Without giving Sophie a chance to protest, Mike walked out of the room and gestured for Charlie to follow behind.

The day guard couldn't place the odd feeling she got around the two of them. Sophie wanted to offer them her assistance, thought simultaneously just wanted to be rid of them.

“Uh—of course, sir,” Sophie relented, watching as Samuel’s apparent daughter followed Mr. Afton obediently through the maze and towards the security tower steps.

Charlie's fear for Sophie’s safety was growing now. William knew people were looking for him, and he didn't think twice about killing children. Why not random adults, too?

At least Sophie was immediately and quite vocally perturbed by the Glam-rabbit. Charlie couldn't imagine her willingly going near Bonnie and disobeying their direct orders to leave William alone.

“Let's hurry. I don't have a great feeling about this, Michael...,” Charlie whispered, sticking close to him as she felt bad about leaving the day guard by herself within the belly of William's lair.

“You're telling me...,” Michael muttered, though his snapping tone wasn't meant for Charlie. He hated leaving Sophie alone just as much as she did, though if Ennard claimed the hideout was empty during the day, he reasoned the guard was relatively safe.

Michael absently looked around, in his steadily-increasing worry almost considering asking the amalgamation to keep an eye on poor, innocent Sophie—although Mike quickly scrapped that idea for many reasons. Besides, even if he did want to talk to Ennard, the ceilings and walls were far too high; he'd have to shout to be heard in the vents, and that would certainly not be a good look for his sanity.

Soon enough, the pair were at the door to the security office at the top of the tower. Michael peered inside, though it was pretty dark and hard to make out most things. He thought he could see a small cot in the corner, as well as a standard security desk, chair, and monitors, and—

“No way,” he breathed, pressing his hands to the glass as he fixated on the glowing screen of an arcade console in the middle of the room. The title “Princess Quest III” was emblazoned on the top, shining like a beacon of hope that cut through Michael and Charlie's bleak mood.

Charlie nudged Michael's shoulder, pushing him slightly as she pointed to the box with her other hand. “It was here this whole time!”

Right under their noses, here sat the final installment of William's glitched game. Just like last time, as they approached the arcade box a credit blinked onto the screen. It beckoned them to play it, calling their names with silent persuasion. If they could win this game, Vanessa may be saved yet.

“Come on—let's beat this thing fast. Sophie won't like knowing we’re up here playing video games,” Charlie remarked, pulling Michael by the arm to start the session of Princess Quest.

Michael didn't bother verbally responding, instead placing his hands on the control panel and starting the game. Thank god he'd watched Gregory play the first two, because this one was even worse than the others—both in terms of difficulty and glitches. Though the console acted like it wanted them to play, Michael was having a hell of a time getting the titular Princess out of danger. He wished Gregory was here with them, as Michael had to begrudgingly admit that the kid was more skilled than him at this particular game series. Steeling himself, Mike narrowed his area of focus to the little square screen in front of him. He wasn't going to stop until he won—no matter how long it took.

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