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Just a (sentient) Spring Bonnie fic that I was wanting to do for a while :) @maraariana01

Title: The Rabbit’s Sorrow

Description: Spring Bonnie remembered what they were supposed to do——entertain children and make them happy. Now, he deals with the consequences of the opposite.

TW: Character Death+Blood.

The yellow rabbit blinked. Scanning the area, they recognized that they were standing atop the stage in the diner. A man—Mr. Emily—was walking away.

He watched the man for a few seconds, before turning to his left. There, Fredbear stood patiently, messing with his purple bow tie.

Spring Bonnie knew what was going to happen—and they assumed that the bear knew, too. Mr. Emily and Mr. Afton had been talking about it for a while.

Before today, the yellow rabbit remembered performing—although, with those few times, it had been different. It hadn’t been when the diner was open.

Both Mr. Emily and Mr. Afton had their own children. They remembered him and Fredbear getting to meet them all, and perform. It was more of practice, the rabbit figured.

Today was going to be different, though. He and the bear knew that. Today, the diner was going to open up.

“Spring Bonnie?”

“Fredbear?”

The two animatronics stared at the other as they spoke in unison. The rabbit’s ears twitched. “Sorry, Fredbear.” He gave a tiny smile.

Fredbear held out a hand. “It’s alright, Spring Bonnie.” The bear assured. “Do you want to...?”

The rabbit’s ears twitched again, ever so slightly beginning to lower. Spring Bonnie sighed. “Are you... nervous? Even just a little?”

Shaking his head, Fredbear moved from his spot, and inched closer to the yellow rabbit. He placed a hand on their shoulder.

“No...” He began, “But, Spring, I’m sure that everything will be alright.” What’s the worst that could happen?

Staying silent, the yellow rabbit only nodded. They trusted their friend—he didn’t have a reason not to—the bear was probably right.

___

Shortly after being worn by Mr. Afton again—after he’d finished, Spring Bonnie found himself unable to remember anything after that. Had they been shut off?

Letting out a shaky breath—one that the rabbit didn’t need—Spring Bonnie slumped against the wall, ears twitching and lowering.

Spring Bonnie could remember their purpose very well—to make children happy. To entertain them. Fredbear had been made to do that, too. Of course he had.

Although, the yellow rabbit had quickly discovered that there were two different ways that he and Fredbear would get to be able to perform.

Animatronic Mode—what he was in right now—and Suit Mode. The yellow rabbit... didn’t like that last one very much. But it never seemed to bother Fredbear.

When in Suit Mode—usually being worn by Mr. Afton—Spring Bonnie always noticed how they could see and hear, but unable to do anything else—like control himself.

Despite that, the yellow rabbit had assumed—had hoped—that everything would be alright—that nothing bad would happen—whether they were in Suit Mode or not.

As Spring Bonnie stared down at his hands, stained red and yet to be clean, the yellow rabbit had a feeling that nothing would be alright. Not after that.

___

They’d messed with the door, but only once. The yellow rabbit hadn’t really been trying that hard to begin with. He didn’t want to leave when he looked how he did.

Either way, when he’d chosen to mess with the door nearly an hour ago, it hadn’t budged. It was locked, it seemed. Mr. Afton’s doing, the rabbit had assumed.

They knew the room well enough—it was where Mr. Afton had been deciding to keep him, and the yellow rabbit had gotten bored pretty quickly.

Spring Bonnie’s ears, already rather low, went down further, covering the yellow rabbit’s eyes. It only happened to be himself in the room, nobody else.

His memories, for some time now, had been... iffy. They couldn’t understand why. But, there were parts that weren’t coming to him at all, or seemed... blurred?

Spring Bonnie had to lift their ears up as he scanned the room. Where are you, Fredbear?

Placing a hand on the wall beside him, he used his other to pull an old box closer. Then, the yellow rabbit began to look through it—tossing things around.

Come on, come on... The yellow rabbit continued tossing things around. The box seemed to mostly contain plushies—merchandise—but nothing they wanted—needed.

Shaking, the yellow rabbit continued his search through the large box—maybe he missed something? He needed to get it all off!

Huffing, Spring Bonnie shoved the box away, some of the merchandise spilling out of it as they did so. The animatronic rabbit grabbed at their ears.

A quiet whimper escaped the animatronic. “W-Why did he have to...” They trailed off as their eyes spotted the wall beside himself.

It was his handprint—the wall was stained, too, with the yellow rabbit’s bloody hand. Spring Bonnie flinched, letting go of their ears, which lowered once more.

He could notice how both of his ears were red now, too.

___

The yellow rabbit’s ears twitched at a sudden sound, breaking the silence that had lasted for nearly half an hour. He only looked for a second, before his gaze fell back to the ground.

The source of the noise was Mr. Afton, finally returning, and Spring Bonnie had felt himself tense. Mr. Afton seemed to be holding something.

Spring Bonnie could hear the door shut again, followed by footsteps approaching, but they didn’t look up. They didn’t say anything, either.

He didn’t even know what to say after what had happened. The animatronic didn’t know what to do. Was there anything that he could? He hadn’t been able to prevent anything.

For a moment, the yellow rabbit’s gaze drifted down to one of his hands. They wondered if there was something that they could do to Mr. Afton. He was close enough.

Just as quickly as they had started to raise a hand, considering getting up on their feet, the yellow rabbit had, just as quickly, stopped.

Letting out an unnecessary sigh, Spring Bonnie’s ears twitched at the familiar voice of Mr. Afton. He sounded annoyed. “Made more of a mess, I see...”

The animatronic just remained still, shutting his eyes.

___

From where the both of them stood, Spring Bonnie could spot a little girl with blonde hair. She seemed to be in the middle of playing one of the games.

But... she looked sad. The rabbit could understand that. And he wished that there was something that he could do for her. He thought he was good at comforting.

There had been sad or distressed children at the diner before. Both the rabbit and the bear usually tried to help—they thought Fredbear was the best at it.

Mr. Emily always tried helping out with a lot, too—whether just as himself, or when he was in the bear—when the animatronic happened to be in Suit Mode.

Spring Bonnie couldn’t recall a time where Mr. Afton ever really did much—it didn’t seem like he was that good of a comforter, compared to Mr. Emily.

A quiet chuckle escaped—yet it didn’t belong to the animatronic—it had been Mr. Afton. Controlling the suit, the two of them began approaching the young girl.

Spring Bonnie knew what was going to happen. They knew what Mr. Afton was going to do. He had mentioned it—and he had seemed so... happy.

If it were possible, they wanted to stop this—if it were possible, they wanted to help the girl. But it wasn’t. As long as Mr. Afton had him in Suit Mode...

Spring Bonnie took a quick look around, and realized that the two of them had moved. How had he not realized? Looking down, he saw the girl.

“He’s not really dead...” Mr. Afton spoke up, alerting the young girl of the presence behind her. She turned away from the game, sniffling.

The yellow rabbit noticed how he was doing some sort of voice, yet it wasn’t the first time. Mr. Afton never seemed to use his real voice when wearing them.

Wiping at her eyes, the girl stared up. “H-Huh...?”

If it were possible, Spring Bonnie would have frowned. The girl’s dog... he’d heard Mr. Afton say something about it.

Please, don’t listen to him! The yellow rabbit tried to get the words out, he wanted to warn her, but unfortunately, they remained thoughts.

“He is over here,” Mr. Afton continued. Not taking his eyes off of her, he pointed in the direction of another room—Spring Bonnie knew that it was only for employees.

He’d never seen it before, but, other children had been rather curious about the room—even trying to use it as a hiding spot for hide and seek.

“Follow me...”

Don’t listen! Please, don’t! He’s not there! The rabbit’s voice remained unheard.

Mr. Afton had crouched down—Spring Bonnie had crouched down—getting more to the girl’s level. A yellow paw was held out in front of her now.

The girl stared, before a smile started to spread, and she took hold of it. No!

“What’s your name?”

“S... Susie.”

“Well... let’s get you to your puppy, Susie.”

___

Spring Bonnie had assumed that there was only one box in the room—and he’d already looked around in it earlier. What he wanted hadn’t been in there.

However, as the yellow rabbit paced around, they tripped over something—managing to grab the table nearby, so that he didn’t fall.

Ow. Carefully letting go of the table, the yellow rabbit looked down, and spotted a box. It wasn’t the same one as before, though. He could tell that.

The original box had been surprisingly small, and was white. He’d left it in another part of the room, anyways.

This one, however, was a bit larger, and was a dark brown. It didn’t seem like it had been opened yet—at least by the yellow rabbit.

Ears twitching, Spring Bonnie lowered himself, staring at the box. He messed around with the tape that was on it for a couple of seconds.

Once the tape was off—but partially on their hand, and as the rabbit tried to get it off and on the ground, they opened the box with the tape less hand.

Peering into the box, there didn’t seem to be too much inside of it—at least compared to the other one, that had contained quite a lot of merchandise.

The rabbit’s ears shot up upon spotting something. Something familiar. He hurriedly began moving the other items in the box, so that he could reach it easier.

Carefully, the yellow rabbit pulled out a purple hat. Spring Bonnie knew that there were other hats—including others with the same color. There wasn’t ever just one.

There was never just one of anything—including the rabbit himself. He’d seen other suits before—in the parts and service area once—and the employees only room.

It was... strange.

Despite that, Spring Bonnie knew. They knew who the hat belonged to—he knew that it was the right one—it belonged to his friend. It was easy to recognize.

Ears slowly lowering, the rabbit held the purple hat close to their chest.

___

The two of them were wandering. Mr. Afton had chosen to be more out in the open this time—rather than simply watching from the corner, like before.

During that process, it seemed like he had rather quickly spotted someone—that he had chosen who would be next.

A young boy was up ahead at one of the tables—it wasn’t his first time being here, Mr. Afton knew. He grinned behind the yellow rabbit’s mask.

If the man wasn’t stopped, then it would be the boy’s last time, Spring Bonnie realized.

He didn’t know what he could do—he didn’t want the same thing to happen. They hadn’t been able to stop Mr. Afton from taking the young girl—Susie.

She’d looked so... terrified. She sounded so terrified.

Given that the boy had a plushie of the animatronic—which was across the table at the moment—and he was talking about him—Spring Bonnie assumed that the boy liked Foxy.

The yellow rabbit wasn’t very surprised—who wouldn’t like a pirate fox? A lot of other children seemed to like him, from what they’d heard.

A woman sitting beside the boy, who the rabbit had to guess was his mother, began to stand up. “Fritz?” She spoke gently.

The boy, Fritz, looked up at her. “Hm?”

“I’ll be back in a minute, alright? I’m just going to do to the restroom.”

Fritz nodded. He turned away from his mother as she began walking away, reaching to take another bite from a slice of pizza.

When he felt himself beginning to walk again—or, rather, Mr. Afton, the rabbit attempted to come to a stop. However, the yellow rabbit continued. Mr. Afton, stop!

Before anything was said, Fritz seemed to hear the footsteps, and turned, dropping his pizza back onto the plate. He waved.

The yellow rabbit waved back. “Hello, kiddo!”

Fritz waved again, smiling. Although the boy didn’t say anything, remaining silent.

“Do you like Foxy, kiddo?”

Fritz’s smile was quick to grow, and he immediately nodded. Oh...

He’s... he’s bad! Fritz, don’t listen to him! Don’t listen to Mr. Afton! The yellow rabbit wished that the words would actually come out—that they would be heard.

They hadn’t been heard earlier with Susie—he was never heard when he was in Suit Mode—unless it was Mr. Afton. Mr. Afton shouldn’t be heard right now.

“You know,” Mr Afton continued, his own grin growing. “Foxy wanted to see you!”

Staring with widened eyes now, Fritz pointed at himself, raising an eyebrow. No, no no, no...

The yellow rabbit nodded his head. “He needs help! Your help!”

Upon hearing that, Fritz immediately got out of his chair. He looked around for a second, before back up at the rabbit.

The yellow rabbit held out a large yellow paw in front of the boy. “Follow me, kiddo! Let’s go help Foxy!”

Fritz reached forward, taking hold of the animatronic’s fuzzy paw.

___

Spring Bonnie sat at the edge of a small table in the room, feet slowly swinging, as Fredbear’s hat remained close to his chest. They didn’t plan on letting it go.

I should have tried harder. The yellow rabbit’s grip on the hat tightened, and his ears remained lowered. I could have stopped him..

But they hadn’t. Despite wanting to, they hadn’t been able to prevent what had happened. Those kids were gone—and he had been apart of it.

They’d trusted him. They’d trusted Spring Bonnie. Not the man wearing and using the rabbit in the moment. Not the man using him to take their lives away.

While their memory hadn’t been the best for a while—even with far more recent moments—Spring Bonnie could remember all of the kids. They could remember their voices—screams...

They remembered each of the kids being so terrified. There was confusion at first—at Foxy not being there, or a puppy not being there, or...

Confusion—shortly followed by becoming frightened. Or, confusion, followed by bits of excitement—figuring something was hidden—and then fright.

“Did they... did they think I wanted to...?” The yellow rabbit wondered aloud, voice barely above a whisper.

It was a rather distressing thought. It was something they’d never wanted to do—they didn’t dream of ever harming a child. Why would they ever want to?

He’d seen Fritz’s before she left for a moment—the rabbit had seen all of the children’s loved ones. Nobody had been aware what was going to happen. How would they know?

The animatronic hadn’t really seen any of them after that. He couldn’t tell when it had happened—how long had it been already? How were the parents?

Were they trying to find their children? If a search was happening, how long had it been going on for? It had felt like yesterday when Mr. Afton had used him for that.

However, the animatronic rabbit had a feeling that it had been a little longer than that. Everything felt rather slow, though.

How were the parents handling everything? None of them knew what had truly happened—the truth. Did they have hope that their children would be found? Found alive?

What was going to happen if everything was figured out? How would they handle it all? I’m sorry..

When Mr. Afton had been using him, Spring Bonnie had thought back to his springlocks. For a moment, he thought that he could take back control—maybe use his springlocks to stop the man.

But... they knew everything about their springlocks. In the past, there had been some accidents. A few times when in Animatronic Mode, and once, way earlier, with Mr. Afton inside.

Unlike the previous moments, it hadn’t been caused by water—he couldn’t remember what exactly had been the cause, though. Maybe Mr. Afton had done something wrong?

Despite wanting to stop the man, the yellow rabbit hadn’t wanted to hurt him—they didn’t want to hurt anyone. So, attempting to use those had been crossed out.

They didn’t like the springlocks very much.

___

The yellow rabbit’s ears twitched at the new noise. It wasn’t much of a good one—crying, Spring Bonnie realized. Didn’t that mean someone was sad? What was wrong?

It sounded like a child. While the Diner wasn’t open yet today, the rabbit knew that Mr. Emily and Mr. Afton were here. The two’s children were usually brought here with them.

Charlotte—Mr. Emily’s daughter, was rather sweet. Spring Bonnie remembered a time where she had given him and Fredbear some drawings.

There was Michael, Mr. Afton’s eldest—the boy aways had a Foxy mask with him. Spring Bonnie had taken notice to three other boys a few times—they had their own masks, too.

With how the crying sounded, the animatronic doubted that it could be Michael, though. He didn’t recall him being brought here today, either.

Then, there was Mr. Afton’s younger children—Elizabeth and Evan. The younger boy always seemed nervous about Fredbear—but he carried around a plushie.

“Fred?”

The yellow bear looked up from the ground, and towards the yellow rabbit, his own ears twitching. “Are you hearing that, too?”

Spring Bonnie nodded. As he started to get off of the little stage, the rabbit glanced back at his friend. “Let’s go. Maybe we can help them?”

Fredbear let out a quiet hum in response. He set his microphone down, and hopped off of the stage—stumbling for a moment, but he didn’t fall.

Remaining by each other’s side, the animatronics began to wander, trying to find where the crying was coming from—and the source.

Fredbear came to a sudden stop, and tapped Spring Bonnie on the shoulder. The rabbit turned their head to look at the bear. “Hm?”

The animatronic bear pointed, and Spring Bonnie followed along. He was pointing at a room towards the right. It wasn’t too far from their stage.

The door was closed, and while muffled, the crying was closer. Spring Bonnie couldn’t remember where the door led to—or what the room was used for.

“Hello?” The rabbit gently called out. He moved towards it, Fredbear following behind him. While there wasn’t an answer, Spring Bonnie opened it.

In the corner of the room, he spotted the source of the noise. It was Mr. Afton’s youngest son, Evan. He held a plushie close to him tightly.

“Hey...” That caught the child’s attention—looking up at them after a second with watery eyes. He scooted back ever so slightly.

Slowly, Spring Bonnie took a step inside. He glanced back for a moment, only to find Fredbear partially hiding himself. His ears twitched.

“I know how he feels,” The bear whispered, “He doesn’t need to see me right now. I don’t want to make him more stressed, Spring.”

Humming, Spring Bonnie turned back around, focusing on the young boy. He took slow steps, before kneeling down. He tried not to be too close—he wanted to give him enough space.

“Hey, buddy... what’s wrong?”

The boy just sniffled in response. He opened his mouth for a second, seemingly to say something, but all that came out was a cry.

The rabbit knew of his springlocks—what could happen—and how they were typically set off. The rabbit knew what typically caused him to malfunction. But, they could try to be careful.

Spring Bonnie spread his arms. “Hey, kiddo... want to come here? It’s okay.”

Evan stared at the yellow rabbit in front of him, wiping at his eyes with one hand—while the other kept a grip on the Fredbear plushie.

A few seconds passed, and the young boy started to make his way over to where the yellow rabbit was. He fully sat down, instead of being crouched.

Sniffling, Evan hugged the fuzzy rabbit, and Spring Bonnie carefully wrapped his arms around him. “It’s alright...”

___

Spring Bonnie hadn’t been able to help it—they’d just felt rather curious. They’d looked out through the window a couple of times, but had never gone out.

They’d always wanted to go out, even if it was for just a few minutes or so. There wasn’t really anything that he wanted to do—he just wanted to be out there.

He remembered speaking to Fredbear about it once or twice. And while his friend seemed a little curious, he never seemed to want to actively go out.

After going through the front doors, Spring Bonnie simply stood there, staring up at the sky. He could see things flying above him—birds, if he remembered right?

Looking at the sky, there were a lot of clouds up there today. There wasn’t much blue that they could see through those—or the sun.

Drip. Spring Bonnie’s ears twitched, and then they looked around for a second. Yet, they didn’t see anything that could have been the source of that.

Drip. Drip. Drip. They looked around further. For a second, Spring Bonnie thought that he saw something hit the ground near him.

“Spring?” While somewhat distant, they could still recognize Fredbear’s voice from inside the Diner. He was finally active, it seemed.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. As the yellow rabbit turned to look back towards the doors, he flinched at the sudden feeling of something hitting him.

It wasn’t hard or anything—but... rather weird. Something wet? Wet—it made them feel weird... and a little bad. Not good. What was it?

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The feeling wasn’t good. Spring Bonnie began to back up as it continued—was it getting worse? They could feel themselves beginning to twitch—shake. Their vision was... glitching?

The yellow rabbit shuddered at a sudden feeling of... pain? Pain? Through his glitching vision, he looked up—the wet stuff was coming from the sky.

Spring Bonnie felt himself start to fall back.

~

“Spring?”

Fredbear? The yellow rabbit felt his ears twitch. Why did he sound so... concerned? “Spring Bonnie?”

Starting to see again—which, thankfully, their vision didn’t seem so... weird, like earlier, Spring Bonnie started to look around.

He wasn’t outside any longer. He was back inside the Diner—in the room that was used for repairs—and also happened to contain other suits.

To their right, Fredbear sat. His ears were lowered, and with one hand, he held one of the yellow rabbit’s.

“Fredbear?”

“Spring Bonnie,” The yellow rabbit turned away from his friend at the other voice—Mr. Emily’s. He was standing in front of the two.

“What were you doing outside?”

“I just... it looked nice. It was nice.” The yellow rabbit answered after a moment, moving closer to the yellow bear.

“Fredbear told me he saw you out there when he activated. He saw you collapse, and came to me, all panicked.” Mr. Emily explained.

Spring Bonnie glanced back at his friend—if it were possible, the rabbit would have frowned—both of them would have. “Something hit me...”

“It’s raining outside.” Mr. Emily answered.

“Raining?” The yellow rabbit’s ears twitched. “Why did that... why’d it cause me to do that?”

“Well,” The man started.

___

The last time he’d seen the children... Spring Bonnie couldn’t entirely recall. Evan... the boy was going to have a birthday. It was going to happen at the Diner.

No. Spring Bonnie shook their head. They messed with Fredbear’s hat, before placing it atop their head. With their ears lowered, it wasn’t much of a problem.

It already happened. His birthday happened. The yellow rabbit could remember discussions of it here and there—and then the events... mostly.

Misty. Foggy. Blocked. That’s what he’d taken to referring to his iffy memories. It was the best thing that the yellow rabbit could come up with.

He remembered Mr. Afton arriving at the diner that day—Evan close behind him, holding the Fredbear plushie close like usual. He’d seemed more nervous than usual.

Michael had arrived a little later—wearing his Foxy mask, like usual. They could remember the teenager’s friends with him—each with a different mask.

The yellow rabbit could recall everything up until Evan, Michael, and the teen’s friends started to make their way towards the stage.

He didn’t understand why Evan was always messed with—were siblings always like that? The yellow rabbit wouldn’t know. He didn’t have one.

Mr. Afton and Mr. Emily’s children... Spring Bonnie hoped that they were alright. They hadn’t seen any of them in some time. Do they know?

Are they alright? Spring Bonnie shifted around slightly, staring towards the door for a moment, before down at their hands. Did he do anything?

___

A boy, just a little older than Susie and Fritz by the looks of it, was wandering around—almost seeming a little lost. Mr. Afton...

Just like the previous times, as the two of them made their way to the boy, the yellow rabbit’s attempts weren’t doing anything.

Springlocks... He heard pop up within his mind. The yellow rabbit knew how they worked—but he himself had never activated those willingly.

Every other time it had happened—so far, they’d counted four, it had been on accident for one reason or another. Mostly water.

The springlocks hurt. Hurt him—and Mr. Afton. He’d been in Suit Mode the time the last accident occurred—and the man had been wearing him.

Spring Bonnie wanted to stop him. He did. But to hurt him? Hurt anyone purposely? Even with what the man was doing, he didn’t want to hurt him—or worse.

Even if the yellow rabbit chose to go through with that idea, he didn’t know how to activate the springlocks by himself—he couldn’t do anything right now.

“What’s the matter, kiddo?”

The boy looked up, frowning. “I... didn’t mean to get separated from her. There’s just... a lot of people here, and...” He trailed off.

“Your mother?”

The young boy nodded.

Mr. Afton clapped his—the yellow rabbit’s—hands together. “Oh, dear...” He hummed. “Well, kiddo, I’ve got some good news!”

Without waiting for a response from the boy, he continued. “I know where your mother is! She’s worried sick.”

“She is?” His frown grew.

As he nodded, the boy spoke up again. “Can... can you take me to her, please? I don’t want to let her keep worrying...”

“Why, of course!” Mr. Afton hummed. He reached down, carefully picking up the kid. The boy was a bit surprised, but was rather relaxed.

As the three of them began walking away, Mr. Afton glanced back at the kid in his arms. “What’s your name?”

“Gabriel.”

___

Looking around... this didn’t seem like the same place, Spring Bonnie realized. Where he’d been in before, it was much smaller, and there were a few boxes and a table.

This was different, though. This room was somewhat bigger, and there wasn’t much in there except for three gray arcade machines.

What? Ears twitching, Spring Bonnie looked around further, yet there really didn’t seem to be much else. The room seemed rather old, too.

What am I doing here? Slowly, the yellow rabbit began to rise. Who had moved them? Had Mr. Afton come by and done so for whatever reason?

He didn’t remember the man coming by recently. But then again, the rabbit’s memories still hadn’t been great.

Thinking back, everything was starting to get misty—foggy—just like the memories that were further back. But it wasn’t like they weren’t accessible.

Everything felt like it was starting to get... mashed together. As he spent time in that room, it all, frankly, felt the same.

As the yellow rabbit stood to their full height, ears continuing to twitch, they felt as if... something was missing? But what?

Spring Bonnie lifted a hand to rest atop his head, and that was when it hit the rabbit hard. The rabbit’s eyes widened.

“His hat!” Spring Bonnie shouted aloud, ears shooting straight up. They thought they heard a sort of static in their voice—but that was the least of the animatronic’s worries.

Spring Bonnie knew that he’d been keeping Fredbear’s hat on him. It was either in the rabbit’s hands, or atop his head, in between his ears.

“Where...?” That time, the rabbit could hear the static far more clearly. Spring Bonnie moved away from where he’d been, and began wandering.

Drip. Drip. His ears twitched at the noise, but the rabbit didn’t pay much attention. He took a little mental note to try and be careful.

They hadn’t planned on leaving it—was it hidden somewhere in this room? Had it fallen off when they were being moved? Was it still in the other room?

Where was that other place? Why had they been moved?

___

Struggling, they began moving the last arcade machine back to its original spot. Just like the last two, there wasn’t anything—not the hat.

The yellow rabbit lifted their head, no longer staring down at the ground. They froze, staring at their hands that rested against the arcade machine.

Spring Bonnie had sworn that they were fine—that his hands had been clean. However, staring at them now, both were stained. They were red. There was blood.

The yellow rabbit stumbled backwards, his stained hands—his body—beginning to shake. “N-No... no...”

The animatronic kept going backwards in his panic—at least until he felt himself hit the wall behind him. There, the yellow rabbit stood, shaking.

They shut their eyes tightly, a whimper escaping the rabbit. Spring Bonnie slid down, sitting in the old, lonely room.

He’d never liked anything being this quiet. The only noises from within the room were the rabbit’s own noises, and an occasional drip.

When Spring Bonnie reopened his eyes a moment later, not bothering to move his ears, a wave of confusion—yet at the same time, relief, hit the rabbit.

Staring down at their hands, they were... clean. There was nothing—there was no blood—on them any longer.

___

Spring Bonnie remained silent—no longer trying to speak. Despite their attempts, nothing had been working. He wasn’t able to warn anyone.

Mr. Afton was simply continuing, and all the yellow rabbit was able to do was watch. Has he always wanted to do this...?

The two of them began approaching another child. He’d just gotten something—although Spring Bonnie couldn’t tell what—as a prize. It looked like a plushie.

Leaving that area, he began walking off—seemingly towards where some of the games were. I thought he was good... nice...

Using the yellow rabbit’s arm, Mr. Afton moved the big ears—which had been lowered, blocking his sight. He moved them back up.

Both of them knew the kid’s name. Spring Bonnie thought that he heard a woman’s voice say “Jeremy.” He couldn’t see where the boy’s parents could be.

They’d been hoping that someone would see the two of them—that they’d see Mr. Afton—that someone would take Jeremy away. Maybe because it was time for him to go home.

Yet, that wasn’t happening. Nobody was preventing the terrible events. Spring Bonnie couldn’t—the children’s parents weren’t ever close by. Gabriel had even been lost—separated.

As the two of them stopped next to Jeremy, Spring Bonnie glanced towards the game for a moment. All of them seemed rather fun—but they’d never gotten the chance to play any.

It seemed like a lot of children liked one that he’d seen earlier—the one Susie had been playing before Mr. Afton came around. Although, he didn’t know the name.

Jeremy was staring up at the two of them—at the yellow rabbit. “Hey, kid.”

“Yes?”

“I’ve got a big surprise for you!” Mr. Afton began, chuckling. “Let’s just say that it might involve some cake—some special treats—and certain blue bunny!”

“Oops!” Mr. Afton placed a hand over the yellow rabbit’s permanently grinning mouth. “I think I just ruined the surprise... didn’t I?”

Completely forgetting about the game, Jeremy moved closer, shaking his head. He reached forward, grabbing the yellow rabbit’s other hand.

“No, no! It’s alright, Spring Bonnie.” Jeremy answered. It isn’t me...

“Come on, let’s go!”

He chuckled, then nodded, removing his hand. “Alright!”

___

As the rabbit laid there, having not moved for some time—what was the time?—how much time has gone by already... even more?—he began to think further.

Drip. Drip. Drip. The yellow rabbit barely paid much attention to it—it wasn’t near him, anyways. However, it did seem to be happening in more areas.

What if they had been able to do something? Anything? Was there anything that the yellow rabbit could have done to prevent what Mr. Afton had done?

What if he had, somehow, managed to control himself? Get himself back into Animatronic Mode, not Suit Mode. What if he had been able to say something?

If they had ever been able to do anything, then the children would be alright—they’d be perfectly okay. He wouldn’t have been used to harm them. Mr. Afton wouldn’t have been able to do it.

The parents wouldn’t have lost their children—they’d all still have them. They wouldn’t need to be scared or worried—none of them would be needing to grieve.

Maybe the rabbit should have tried harder.

Drip. Drip.

___

“Hello!” The yellow rabbit tiredly stared down—fully seeing once Mr. Afton moved their ears again. He seemed just a little annoyed about that.

In front of the two of them, he saw another kid—how many had Mr. Afton lured already? What number was she going to be? The rabbit hadn’t been counting.

The girl had long black hair—long enough that it was, currently, held together in a ponytail. Compared to the other children Spring Bonnie had seen, she seemed somewhat older.

They were all still young, though. They were all still just children. Children that didn’t deserve this. Any of it.

Like Jeremy, Spring Bonnie thought that he had caught her name earlier—although, he couldn’t fully remember it. It had started with a C.

The black-haired girl stared up, backing up slightly. Yet she didn’t leave. Please do... you need to...

Spring Bonnie dived into his mind—thinking back to previous moments. Better moments. He thought he could still hear the two of them—Mr. Afton and the girl.

They didn’t want to hear him. They didn’t want to hear what he was saying. They didn’t want to hear panic—the screams. Why is this happening...?

Why did it have to be happening at all? What did the children do to deserve this? Spring Bonnie had a feeling that the answer was nothing. They didn’t do anything for this.

The children were innocent, Spring Bonnie knew that. They were here at the restaurant for one reason or another—the place was supposed to bring joy, he knew that, too.

Spring Bonnie didn’t want to be used for this. This new purpose that Mr. Afton had chosen to use him for. Does he enjoy this? Why?

The yellow rabbit snapped back to his surroundings when he felt his hand move. Looking down, it was being held out for the girl.

“Come along, Cassidy.”

The girl—Cassidy, stood there for a moment, staring at the fuzzy hand. Spring Bonnie hadn’t been listening, but he wondered what Mr. Afton had told her.

They’d been listening when Mr. Afton had spoken to the other children. Maybe to see one of the others? They wished they could frown.

Cassidy reached over, taking hold of the yellow rabbit’s hand. Mr. Afton held it tightly, so that she wouldn’t be able to run off.

“You’ll love it!” He chuckled.

___

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Drip. Drip.

Spring Bonnie groggily stared in the direction of where a new noise was coming from. It was something he’d heard before, but hadn’t heard it in some time.

Footsteps. Someone was here—wherever ‘here’ was. They’d never left the room. They couldn’t. Who...?

He didn’t have to wonder for long. A few moments later, a man burst into the room—he looked rather panicked. In his left hand was an axe, which was promptly tossed aside.

The man looked... a little different at least, but was still rather recognizable—at least to Spring Bonnie. Mr. Afton...?

Drip.

Drip.

The yellow rabbit had assumed that it was only him—but if he was running, and seemed scared...

Spring Bonnie stared, startled, when five small figures appeared behind Mr. Afton. They were all rather short—somewhat see-through, and each had masks.

One had a Chica mask, the one across from her had a Foxy mask—then a Bonnie mask, and a Freddy mask. Then, one had a yellow Freddy mask.

It sort of reminded Spring Bonnie of Fredbear—but with the hat, it was black. Black tears were spilling from the eye holes of the mask.

The yellow rabbit kept staring. They knew those figures. They recognized those ghosts. They were all something that the animatronic wouldn’t forget.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The children...? Spring Bonnie had heard of ghosts—they were something that he somewhat believed in, but had never imagined seeing.

The ghost with the Golden Freddy mask—which Spring Bonnie had to assume was Cassidy—he remembered her hair—began approaching Mr. Afton.

The other ghost’s simply remained where they had first appeared, watching the two of them. What is she going to do? She seemed angry.

“Stay away!” Mr. Afton, as he backed away from the approaching ghost girl, began looking around in a panic.

The yellow rabbit would have frowned when they realized that Mr. Afton had spotted them. He was grinning now as he hurried over.

Drip.

In an instant, Mr. Afton was by the animatronic’s side, and hurriedly began putting Spring Bonnie on. The children watched, glancing at each other.

Drip.

Mr. Afton, wearing the yellow rabbit, took a few small steps towards the group of ghosts. Spring Bonnie heard a noise from the man—laughter.

The ghosts glared, yet none of them got any closer. They stared at the two—but seemed to be watching something else.

Drip.

Spring Bonnie heard it. They hadn’t been focusing on it much—it hadn’t ever hit them while they were stuck in the room yet. They knew what it was, though.

Water. It had been doing that quite often. His best guess was that it was raining, and because of some holes, it was free to come inside.

The yellow rabbit... started to have a feeling on what was about to happen. It felt obvious.

Drip.

Spring Bonnie felt anxious. The last times it had happened, it had never been good—it had hurt. Usually only himself—but then Mr. Afton had a springlock failure once.

It had hurt them both.

Drip.

He felt himself go tense—the rabbit could hear Mr. Afton’s laughter quickly come to a halt. The water had finally started hitting him.

Drip.

Mr. Afton was going to go through another. Spring Bonnie was going to have another. His previous one involved the man—and so was this one.

He’d felt horrible the previous time—he hated seeing Mr. Afton in pain—he hated hearing Mr. Emily panic—he hated hearing the screams.

Drip.

Drip.

The screaming... speaking of which, it had started again. Spring Bonnie wanted to do it, too. But he couldn’t. He remained silent. It was all he could do.

Just like how he had done with the children, the yellow rabbit tried to block out the man’s screaming. The children’s had been worse.

He remembered most of them begging—begging for the rabbit to stop. He remembered them being confused. Sad. Scared.

Drip.

Spring Bonnie didn’t dare look around at himself. He could feel Mr. Afton’s blood beginning to pour through parts of his suit. He didn’t want to see it.

Even if they looked, the rabbit had a feeling that they wouldn’t see a lot for too much longer—they weren’t feeling good. Their vision was getting bad.

Drip.

In the corner of the room, the children remained, all watching. What do they think...? The yellow rabbit found himself wondering.

Drip.

The children kept watching—none saying a single thing. Did they ever think that I wanted to...? What do they think now...?

Drip.

As Spring Bonnie felt himself and Mr. Afton collapse onto the ground, the yellow rabbit realized that he didn’t hear any screaming.

Yet, despite that, the yellow rabbit knew that Mr. Afton was still alive—for now, at least. They knew how long it would be. It wasn’t something instant.

Drip.

When Mr. Afton had gone through the springlocking years ago, Mr. Emily had been there to help him—the man had been sent to a hospital.

The man had gotten help.

This time was different. Of course it was. It was going to stay that way. The man wasn’t going to get help.

Drip.

From where Spring Bonnie lay, he could see the children suddenly disappear from the room—leaving only him and Mr. Afton.

Drip.

Spring Bonnie knew that this was going to be different. Mr. Afton wasn’t going to get help—did anyone know that the man was in this place? Did anyone know what he did?

The yellow rabbit himself wasn’t going to get help, either. The only person that had ever seen him more recently was Mr. Afton.

Did anyone know where either of them were? What’s going to happen?

Drip.

Where’d Fredbear ever go? The yellow rabbit wondered.

Drip.

Is he okay? Will he be okay? Spring Bonnie felt Mr. Afton twitch. A noise escaped him—but it wasn’t much of a scream.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The yellow rabbit was feeling worse—they knew what was going to happen shortly—and nobody would fix them. He tried not to feel that scared.

I wish I could see him again... A noise escaped again—but Spring Bonnie didn’t think that it was from Mr. Afton. What would he think...?

Drip.

Spring Bonnie had never wanted to harm Mr. Afton—having shoved the springlock idea away rather quickly. But... a part of the rabbit felt... relieved. Happy.

Maybe this was the best option...? The animatronic wondered. He didn’t know what else could be done. Am I bad for feeling that? Thinking this?

Drip.

Drip.

As everything faded—the yellow rabbit feeling himself disappear—shut off—one last thought presented itself. He would’ve smiled wider if he could.

Mr. Afton won’t be able to harm anyone again...

#Fic #FNaF #Spring Bonnie #It’s just a general thing #But it also might be apart of another AU thing #Most likely #Fredbear #William Afton #Evan Afton #Henry Emily #Susie #Fritz #Gabriel #Jeremy #Cassidy #Missing Kids #I like this but it’s probably not my best #Anubis’s Chatter #Styx’s Chatter #Cyber’s Chatter #ANGSTTTT

[starlytenight]

idk why but i just like when styx starts talking “fire, me like.” brings so much happiness like same, fire is very nice

Fire is very nice, but so is Meta. :D

#Styx is a very expressive sword monster since it used to be a Swordory before #Meta's just awkward with Galaxia but they'll figure their dynamic out now that they have something to compare themselves to #ASMR Chitter Chatter #Starlyteart

[the-shy-artisan]

Sorry to disappoint some folks, but I’ve made my final decision.

I will not be returning to FF14. 

MMOs were never my thing, and I associate too much with it that it hurts my heart to play. 

#paige chatter #tbh i wish i could just close the account entirely or even give it away; someone would prob get more use out of it #but that's against the rules i guess; so lorelei styx will just forever remain in limbo #don't get me wrong; i wanted to enjoy this game and i did for a while #but things change #also please don't try to change my mind

[chernabogs]

Threnody

Inc: Malleus x Reader, with a lil bit of Lilia parenting Warnings: Existential crisis, anxiety mentions, allusions to death, dabbling in insecurity, post-blot coping WC: 2.9k Summary: There is trivial difference between storms of a Fae’s misery and those of a Fae’s joy—both are adorned in catastrophe for those caught within.  Part 1

The gasps of spring’s last moments found closure under summer’s blade as she sliced through the tolerable weather into that of stifling, uncomfortable heat. Despite the way it made his skin itch beneath his uniform, or the way it left an aroma of sweat and humidity on those he surrounded himself with, Malleus was apt to linger on the Isle of Sages for slightly longer than necessary this time. Of course, Housewardens were always the last to leave anyway—someone had to make sure the dorm rooms were cleared out and prepared for the coming fall. 

Last to leave, first to arrive. 

Even then, there was more motivation than the years before for him not to depart so hastily back to the cooler, darker halls of Black Scale Palace for all of three months. Motivation which was presently situated on one of the couches of the Diasomnia lounge, basking in the fresh air from the open windows as Malleus arranged the last of the disarrayed cushions to his liking. 

Yours had come to be a strange relationship in the aftermath of his uncomfortable realization post-overblot. He had bit his tongue like a man cursed and ensured that you had not caught wind of the idle thoughts turning in his mind as he had observed you, so patient and so giving, sitting next to the cot he had been delegated to in that medical ward. 

Your idle chatter had been efficient at keeping periods of silence from stretching for too long. Those periods of silence would have been the trigger to make him shoot off his mouth at you, ejecting his revelations like a psalm that no one was ever meant to read. 

… He wanted you. He wanted you, so much so that it ached in his body …

Such thoughts were akin to ones that a man in torment would have, writhing between the battle of want and learned conservativeness. 

He had admittedly avoided you for a week upon being released. His excuses were mainly that he wished to focus on the reparations duly owed to everyone that had been caught in the prison of his insecurities. Internationally, he had a script written for him by some of the more political of Briar Valley, apologizing for his actions and ensuring he was taking the steps to never fracture again. Privately, he fumbled over words in the dark to the three he had hurt the most, his voice breaking as fingers twisted the hems of his sleeves. He had been more nervous asking forgiveness from Silver, Sebek, and Lilia than he felt speaking to an international stage.

He had not asked for forgiveness from you, despite the fact that you and Grim had been on the forefront of this conflict, alongside the Shroud brothers and STYX. Your presence by his bedside had felt like absolution already granted, and so to plead for it would be a waste of fragile breath in the end. 

“Have you marred the cushion enough?” A teasing tone snaps him sharply from his ruminations as he pauses, his mind sluggishly returning to the present. He holds the couch cushion in his hand, its form warped from the original due to his constant pushing and remodelling. Malleus clears his throat before dropping it unceremoniously and nudging it with his knee. 

“It was due for some rearrangement.” His voice is less light as he assesses the rest of the dorm before his gaze drags itself back to you. The sunlight dapples across your skin as you watch him, the faint smirk on your lips doing little to hide the tiredness that rests in your eyes. Like him, you too have fought battles this year. It was selfish to bemoan his own hells when you have been in levels far deeper. 

“Sometimes you seem more meticulous than Riddle. I should be thankful I don’t need to memorize a rule book for Diasomnia as well.” You still continue to poke fun even as you observe him with a sharp stare. This is a look he has grown familiar with since his overblot. Perhaps born of concern, or perhaps born of paranoia, but you have been dissecting every comment he’s made as of late in a more clinical fashion. 

Malleus does not deign to give you a reply as he drifts around the lounge, readjusting candles or shifting books ever so slightly on the table. He wouldn’t say he’s overly anal about how things operate, but he does appreciate a sense of order. He has dealt with enough chaos this past year that the thought of more feels like a weight on his back. It’s when he enters his third lap of the room that you speak up again.

“Malleus.” His name slips from your lips like a lure, causing his attention to move from the lounge to your form once more. The smirk is absent from your lips as a sterner expression rest on your face. He still enjoys the sight of it. Smiling, stern, or despairing—he struggles to find flaws in your complexion. “Is there something on your mind? You seem quite restless.” 

That terrible impulse to speak true rears its ugly head once more as deeper thoughts bubble up to his tongue. Want, want, want, want—

His upper lip curls into an expression he doesn’t mean to give—disgust—and he see’s the consequence of this by the hurt that flashes in your eyes. He turns to face away as an ugly feeling embraces his body.

... You cannot speak with them, or hold them, or tell them how much they mean to you ...

“Nothing, Prefect. I’m merely thinking about what still needs to be done.”

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There is trivial difference between storms of a Fae’s misery and those of a Fae’s joy—both are adorned in catastrophe for those caught within. The skies above are a roiling mass of grey as the scent of rain perfumes the air. Malleus observes it with fraught silence as he taps painted nails along the windowsill. That ugly feeling is still wrapping its arms around his body. He has showered several times, scrubbing his skin until it was raw in an attempt to remove the heat and the unseen slickness that is holding him hostage. The failure to do so has set him in a foul mood—one that the entire world can now sense.

This can be easily written off as a last spring storm, intending to make the season’s death a performative one. At least, those who have not been alive for several hundred years would think so.

He can feel a gaze on the back of his neck for a while before he finally rolls his eyes and decides to address the elephant in the room.

Or, more accurately, the bat.

“If you intend to surprise me, you’re doing a poor job at it,” Malleus mutters wryly as he finally looks back to the shadowy corner. Red eyes glint in delight before being accompanied by a white smile as Lilia moves to stand by his side.

“I was trying to surmise if I would be allowed to approach, or if you’d try to fry me with a lightning bolt first.” Lilia clasps his hands behind his back as he leans forward to look at the skies above. His expression is quite relaxed for someone fully aware of the turmoil going on in the man next to him. Lilia’s brush with death in the recent months had caused him to be more open-minded to the possibility. “You’re going to make move out day a very unenjoyable experience if you keep this up.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Malleus’ voice is dry as he taps his nails again, his attention fixating on the skies. The ugly feeling churns alongside the clouds above and for a moment it makes him feel satisfied to see a physical reflection of his state.

“Malleus.” There’s a sharper, more paternalistic tone now behind Lilia’s words. Malleus can feel the disapproval rolling off of him the longer they stand here in a stubborn silence. In the aftermath of the blot, Malleus had agreed to be more communicative of his moods to his family, and so it’s with a reluctant grunt that he speaks again.

“I don’t feel good.” His words are just as sharp as Lilia’s as his expression darkens. “I don’t know why.”

“Have you visited the medical ward?” Lilia’s hand flits out to touch Malleus’ forehead, as though checking to see if he’s feverish. The gesture causes the prince to scowl and move his head back. “Oh, come now, don’t get moody with me. I’m concerned.”

“Is it concern, or do you just wish to fuss over me?” He grumbles back as he bats his guardian’s hand away. “I haven’t visited the medical ward, no. I’m not too sure if there’s cause to do so.”

“Then at least tell me what you’re experiencing. Perhaps I can provide some insight.”

Lilia would be the most probable to give some sort of answer. Malleus knew the cause already, but his denial of the fact makes him speak up regardless. “I feel... unclean. Hot. Restless. There is a twisting sense of anxiety in my stomach that has made sleep quite evasive as of late, and it only is growing with each passing day. It’s as though I’m afraid of something—but I have yet to discover what.”

Lilia frowns as he looks from the window to Malleus. There’s a seriousness to him that comes from those many, many years of experience. “Is that so? And is there something you think of that seems to make this feeling grow?”

Malleus’ jaw clenches at the question as memories briefly flash in his mind. Sunlight dappling on skin, lips curled in a faint smirk, and idle chatter at a hospital bedside.

“Malleus?” Lilia’s voice is softer this time. Malleus knows that in this moment, he is playing traitor to his own thoughts. He looks to his guardian, and his silence is all the answer the other man needs.

“Am I ill?” He asks, and it’s when Lilia’s expression becomes one of faint sympathy that the ugly feeling becomes clearer.

“... no, not ill.”

Lilia’s repetition of the same answer he gave Malleus so long ago feels like cruel irony in this moment. Malleus barks out a laugh before waving dismissively at the other, who takes his cue to vanish away.

Not ill, no. But foolish, most certainly.

_______________________________________________

Ramshackle is no longer a dorm of ruins. The school year and your tender care has given it new life, something that many may have thought would never occur. No longer can he hear floorboards rotting or cement cracking under the weight of time. Although he mourns the loss of such precious tribute to the end, the prospect of rebirth is invigorating all the same.

He draws to a stop by the iron gates and takes a deep breath, looking to the dorm in silence until he see’s a figure step out and stand on the porch, waiting for him.

He does not make you walk to him this time.

Malleus’ hand grasps that iron gate and forces it open so that he may step through. He walks with purpose towards the porch where you stand, a mug of something in your hand as you watch him in the dying light. Birds sing their last songs and grasshoppers begin their own chorus as he stops just at the edge of the steps and looks to you appraisingly.

“Are you ready to retire?” He asks.

“Depends. What brings you to my home tonight?” You counter, smirking wryly from over the rim of your mug. That expression makes his nails dig into his palm behind his back as he clears his throat. He feels more nervous standing before you now than he felt speaking to an international stage.

How funny.

“Walk with me.” The words come out more as a demand than a question, and for a moment he balks, thinking that the authority in his tone may have just cost him an opportunity. But then you take a sip of your drink before setting it down on the porch’s banister.

“Please?” You hum, and Malleus clenches his jaw, looking to you with an unwavering gaze.

“Please.”

_______________________________________________

The nights silence, often welcoming, now feels as though he’s standing on a stage before an audience held in rapt attention. The two of you walk silently down your usual route as his mind turns and tosses his thoughts like a restless sea. He wishes to know if you feel a similar turmoil to what he presently does—and yet you are moving in perfect ease by his side.

“... and I can tell you, he wanted to make another contract with Azul over this. He was making faces at the man the entire time we were in the Lounge and Floyd looked ready to drag him to the backrooms.” You’re chattering away about your two other friends as you walk. He finds the situation grimly humorous. He’s having a crisis, and you’re filling him in on how ridiculous the antics of your companions are.

“Is that so?” Malleus murmurs vaguely, if only to keep you speaking, if only to keep hearing your voice. The two of you continue on your route as he remains in a trance like state.

No, not ill.

Lilia’s words are an omen hanging over his head. His guardian knows, and although Lilia is very skilled at keeping secrets, the fact that another is involved in this only makes his anxiety grow. He looks to you briefly. There’s a time limit left on how long you will remain by his side, both for tonight and for the future. You may return home, or you may embark on some grand adventure around the world, drinking in all the sights that Twisted Wonderland has to offer while he’s forced to remain in a palace on his own.

Everyone misses the ones they love when they leave us.

His grandmother’s comment in the mausoleum also comes to the forefront of his mind as he ruminates on this. He will miss you, and that’s an uncomfortable fact. He will miss you, and he cannot place if this is because of genuine care or because he’s so goddamn terrified of ending up on his own, that he cannot come to terms with the loss of someone by his side.

He doesn’t even register the two of you coming to sit on a bench by the main street, doesn’t even register how empty it is. He doesn’t register anything at all until he feels the sensation of your warm hand on his and it pulls him so harshly from his thoughts that he fears he may have whiplash.

“Hey?” You’re looking at him, and it seems that at some point you had stopped talking about your friends, stopped talking about your day. There’s concern in your eyes and it’s such a warm feeling, to be worried about, but for some reason it makes Malleus want to shrink back into the shadows even more. “Are you sure you’re okay? You seem like you’ve been in a whole different place this entire walk.”

No. He wants to say. No, actually. According to my guardian I am not ill, and yet the very prospect of watching your form grow smaller on the coast of this Isle as I return to the Valley is one that fills me with such abysmal fear that I cannot even comprehend it. I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know what I’m thinking. I do know that you are the centre of this all.

You will die. So will I, in the end, but yet it’s this childish fear of seeing you fade away while I still remain that I cannot seem to get past.

Please, show me how to get past. Let me know, so that I may know you.

The words that had fought so hard to escape him so far now shrivel on his tongue as he looks to you. Your gaze flickers around his face, focuses on his lips, and it’s that action that makes a bolt of heat shoot through him. But before that bolt can ignite to something more, the ugly feeling wraps its hand around his throat and wrenches his head back. He jerks his face away and stands from the bench, his body stiff as he clears his throat.

“No, I think I may be coming down with something. It would be best to head back.” Even his words feel fabricated—traitorous! —as he speaks them aloud. This is not what he wishes to do. He wishes to thread his fingers through your hair, to pull you in and to lose himself within you until he can no longer differentiate where he ends, and you may begin. He wants to taste your words before they leave and know your thoughts before they’re spoken. He wants you, so much so and it aches and—

“Malleus,” you begin again, moving to go to his side, but he raises a hand to you sharply.

“Now.” He chokes out before setting off down the path, uncaring to see if you’re truly following or not. His mind is in turmoil and his body feels as though he has no control over it any longer. All that lingers now is the way your gaze went to his lips and the silly, hopeful thoughts such an action provoked.

Please.

#twst x reader #malleus draconia #twst malleus #ok i promise i'll give u a nice conclusion but there is a BUILD UP #the man is like an onion we got layers we gotta pull #the beautiful crisis between what you were raised believing and what you desire #OUAGH #the tension of want and control #malleus has several crisis in my stories and i love it all

[tiyoin]

hi hi! i'm a very anxious person but when my friends need me? oh you best believe i will order for you and complain when you asked for no pickles.

do you think twisted anxiety reader would be the same? they struggle now to be of help to yuu and grim, but picture early book 6? grim attacked yuu and is gone for the week. yuu is strong yes, and it was only a scratch, but it must have taken a toll on them to be attacked by their best catfriend and then not being able to see them. they still go to class but they go home as soon as the bell rings and talks only when necessary. there's a vacant look in their eyes.

yuu is popular and is bound to have people going to them at all times, public they can't evade forever. while exiting the classroom, a random npc goes to chat with them and while yuu would humor them any other time, now they can barely pay attention to the corridor and reader. the npc is persistent on chatting even though yuu's body language tells them to fuck off. yuu does not utter a single word, and keeps walking with reader trailing behind them. would reader intervene for yuu?

(english is not my first language so sorry if it's hard to read :c )

HELLO MY LOVE 🫶

EVERY TIME SOME SAYS ENGLISH ISN'T THEIR FIRST LANGUAGE THEY ALWAYS CREATE BANGERS- AND I KNOW BANGERS MAN. AND THIS IS ONE OF THEM

but no you're so right. maybe the over blot's are starting to catch up with yuu. especially after grim accidentally hurting them and the whole styx drama. in the game we can't see if yuu is affected by any of the overblots. we don't see them get properly.. compensated. although vil and leona's are different since they helped out with ramshackle.

but 🌀 yuu is NOT having a great time. and only reader is there to witness it, to help them through it. like jekyll and hyde, yuu is all smiles and sunshine during the day when out and about. but as soon as they get home... once they step into ramshackle.. it's a different story.

they're feeling the angst, they're telling reader how sometimes they can't even look the over blotter's in the eyes sometimes. especially azul and leona because all yuu can see is their more animalistic eyes that serve as a reminder to what they really are.

how they sometimes flinch from their enemies, now friends. how they always keep their guard up around the beast folk who were involved with the overblots.

yuu is... angry. how dare these teenage boy's do this to them, how dare they pretend like nothing happened. but what makes this all worse is that they understand that pretending like nothing happened brings back a sense of control, of normalcy for the victims.

yes the whispers in the hall seem to dim, but never silence. but with the encouragement of Crowley they become more controlled, no longer hallway chatter as people are making light of the situation.

"say that one more time and I'll over blot" "uh oh! looks like Reese has some blot on his shirt!"

and it's always 'poor house wardens this, poor house wardens that-'

WHAT ABOUT YUU??? they're always- always at the brunt of the over blot's and they don't even have magic!!

some days, when yuu doesn't have enough energy to spare their other friends, they silently haunt reader. staying by their side like an otter, only breaking apart for the few classes they have apart. and as soon as the bell rings and reader is done gathering their belongs and making a beeline for the door- yuu is already there, waiting outside the door. a brief moment of eye contact before they fall in line with each other.

if grim is there and trying to bug yuu, reader is there to play buffer. trying to distract the cat-monster as yuu gives them a grateful glance. but if he isn't, then it's silence between you two.

I think the reader doesn't like silence because if they aren't talking to someone then their thoughts catch up to them. but if it's for yuu? what's a little suffering if it's for a friend right?

if some of the first years pop up and try to drag yuu away, yuu will usually be able to fight their own battles, giving them a charming smile and saying that they'll join them some other time. sometimes it works, other times it doesn't. and when it doesn't reader has to take a deep breathe, and force themselves out of their two-person bubble.

they'll either irish goodbye the the lot, playing the bad guy as they're seen stealing yuu away. or say some kind of comment to one of the more prideful members to get them to start a inter-group conflict while reader and yuu slip away. or just lie, lying's good too.

but 🌀 reader would do anything, for their friend's.

one time, I was at the gym with my sister and this guy came and asked if we were using the machine and turned that into trying to hit on my sister- LITERALLY ENCAGING HER AGAINST THE WALL AND 2 MACHINES. and I humored it for the rest of my set because I know she can take care of herself, but when nothing was working I pulled my phone out uttering some bullshit that we needed to leave now. ofc she didn't even realize I was lying until I told her. but you'd be surprised how many guys can't. get. a. hint.

so reader saving the day from yuu getting hit on by an npc, or one whose yapping so much they don't even realize yuu is inching away is a common occurrence. with a quick '1,2,3 fuck it,' reader is rolling up their sleeves, marching over while creating a fake text from the ghosts and- "yuu we gotta go! grim has destroyed the curtains again!" and with a tug of their arm reader is dragging yuu away.

and- god forbid the npc follows, saying that they weren't done... is when reader becomes 'uncharacteristically' snippy. "unless you want to help clean cat vomit from the curtains, you're welcome to join us" you see a dust cloud in his place from how fast he ran.

yuu lets out a chuckle, looping their arm around yours as they lean their head on your shoulder. a small 'thanks' as they make their way back to good ol' ramshackle.

(there have been a few cases where the npc does offer to help. but yuu pulls out a smile and says 'next time')

#I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE CAN'T TAKE A HINT #chuu <3 #twisted anxiety 🌀 #tiyoin’s cuties 。 ඞ 。 #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader

[stillcarmine]

The ‘that guy was creepy’ thing gets talked about, but at the end of Mark of Athena, Leo can tell Nico’s not telling the whole truth and still isn’t someone he completely trusts. If there had to be a reason Leo disliked him- and if it was actually explored- that should have been the crux of the issue. And considering they have such polar opposite methods of coping with their trauma, and how they present themselves, that seems like something that could set the other off.

They get into a fight and start mocking each other’s demeanors, like Leo setting his hands on fire and straightening the front of his hair so it falls over one of his eyes, hunches his shoulders and says in a raspy voice, “It’s me. The Shadow King.”

Nico seethes and contorts his face into a big grin, popping up on his toes and saying in an overly cheery voice, “Don’t you mean The Ghost King? You know, ‘cause you're so pale. Ba dum tss!”

The whole thing is so uncanny Leo almost stops right then. But he's more furious than freaked out (just barely) because he has never- at least in years- done the fake drum thing.

He tosses his head to swing his hair out of his eye, then lets it fall back in place. “Yes, it’s so strange, considering how close to the sun I am all the time, hiding in the crow's nest.”

“We should rename it The Raven's Nest then, ba dum tss!” Nico exclaims.

This continues on and off when they don't have demigod business to deal with, and it’s weird, because Leo finds that it’s nice not to have to keep a smile hitched on his face all the time, and to not have to fill every silence with chatter, and since the rest of the crew think he’s just being an asshole to Nico, they don’t ask him if there’s anything wrong.

Spending so much time thinking of jokes distracts Nico from dwelling on his experiences in the jar and in Tartarus. He face aches after smiling and his sides from laughing so much and that distracts him from the shakiness in the rest of his body. It helps put the others at ease a bit, because they hadn’t been sure how to approach him or help him with the trauma he’d just been through.

Leo steals the crow's nest and sits up there in the wind, and he’ll admit, it’s nice, the breeze in his hair, the sky open before him, makes him feel like he’s in a movie. He hates being alone with his thoughts, but it's easier not to think up there. At least until he has to get back to work on repairs to the ship, because he’s a dick, but not that much of a dick. Nico grinds his teeth seeing that his hiding place is occupied, and figures he may as well stand at the helm, and the extremely complicated control panel is a feat to make sense of, but he is Committed to the Bit.

Sometimes the deck is occupied, and the rigging still seems too close considering he's engaged in conversation with the other crew members already, and might have to do it again when he doesn’t have the energy. When that happens, Nico goes down to the engine room where Leo's working and just stands there, banging a hammer against a rivet that doesn't need to be hammered, just to make unnecessary noise. Considering that the engine room is the loudest place on the ship already, it doesn't have much impact, which Leo manages to convey with a stare through his fringe at Nico.

Nico keeps doing it anyway.

They manage to get the other to break character a few times, like when Leo’s talking about “-my stupid baby bat wing hair-“ and Nico does a double take and asks, “My what?”

But Leo’s still talking, “-maybe a whole bat motif-“ and he makes a mental note to suggest Nico make himself some Stygian Iron Batarangs. Would he get copyrighted for that?

At lunch one day, Nico manages to startle a laugh out of Piper and Leo slams down his cup and shouts, “I told that joke last week!”

Nico just stares at him and says, “Nico tell a joke? That sounds really weird.”

“Oh, not as weird as Leo remembering something so far back as a week ago!” Leo shoots back.

“I’m pretty sure Nico vowed in the Styx to never crack a smile!”

“Leo has a terrible sense of humor, no way he’d ever get anyone to laugh!”

“This is getting really meta,” Frank whispers to Hazel.

“Do you think they realize they’re just insulting themselves now?” She mutters back.

They’re some self-loathers, of course they end up insulting themselves.

Anyway, eventually they stop the Freaky Friday thing and their takeaway is that they’re really fucked up.

But it also shows them why the other behaves the way he does, and cools suspicions and irritations and makes it easier to work together.

#leo valdez #nico di angelo #piper mclean #hazel levesque #frank zhang #it could be read as #valdangelo #but really they just need friends and therapy #hoo #mark of athena #moa #heroes of olympus #house of hades

[dotster001]

Hidden Desire Chapter Four

Summary: With Jamil and Grim kidnapped, you, Epel, and Rook begin your journey to save them

Chapters Prologue One Two Three Five Six

After a day or so of arguing with Crewel to let you out of the hospital wing, on the agreement that you would stay out of trouble, and stay in Epel's room while they assessed the damages on Ramshackle, you were now freed.

Which of course meant that, as soon as you'd found Rook's plans to find Vil, you and Epel would join him with zero hesitation.

You'd flown a couple hours together, but needed to take a rest to stretch your legs, eat, and, as Epel so kindly put it, take a quick piss.

Now fed, warmed, and rested, Epel had left you and Rook alone, so he could take his "quick piss" in the woods surrounding you.

Rook seemed on edge. More accurately he always seemed on edge, but now as he studied the world around him, it had a more manic edge to it.

"Do you miss him?"

"Hmm?" He hummed, his attention settling on you as he smiled.

"Vil. Do you miss him?"

"Yes, I miss him more than the sun when it sets, and the stars when they fade."

You gave him a soft smile. "You both seem so close, it's hard to think of you apart from one another. How long have you been together?"

"No, no, I'm in love with Rois du poison, but he does not return my love."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you said.

"There is nothing to be sorry for! There is nothing more beautiful than the heart wrenching agony of one sided love, is there not?"

"I wouldn't know," you said, not fully believing his words.

He studied your face for a moment, before leaning his head back against a tree and staring into the distance.

"Perhaps not," he muttered under his breath. 

After another pause, he sat back up and began, "Mon Trickster …"

"Kay, I peed, let's go," Epel said, returning to the both of you.

"One sec, Epel," you turned back to Rook. "Was there something you wanted to say?"

"Nothing, I just hope you and Jamil don't waste what you have, Y/N," he said, before getting back on his broom.

You don't think he's ever used your name before…

….

Jamil groaned as he woke up.

"Y/N," he muttered under his breath.

"Wrong guess," he heard Leona say snarkily.

Jamil sat upright with a jolt, looking at the other people he could only assume had been kidnapped with him. 

"It's just so sweet, how you think of them even when you're apart. Truly admirable," Azul said with a knowing smirk.

"Shut up," he muttered. 

Riddle and Vil seemed to be disinterested in their chatter, both of them focused on Idia, who seemed to have confidence for the only time in his life. 

"I am the boss. Got it?"

Jamil knew exactly what a power trip looked like. And this was it. 

"Basically, what you've missed is that we're in deep shit," Leona whispered.

"Thanks for the update," Jamil groaned.

"The Styx bots usually clean up overblots and aren't affiliated to any government. So, as Leona, so kindly put it, 'deep shit'," Azul whispered with a snicker.

"Great," Jamil whispered through gritted teeth.

"The only good news is I know you can't finish whatever scheme you had against Y/N," Azul said so quietly it would be misheard by anyone else.

Jamil turned to snap at him, but the Styx bots quickly surrounded them to take them to who knows where.

....

Tag list-@shytastemakerthing @leonia0 @mizucika @somany-fandoms-solittle-time @kurenix @starshiningsirius @pikeru565 @da-disappointment @dearhyacinths @carpediem1219

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #jamil viper #twst jamil

[happyk44]

Thalia watched as Jason laid his chin on Nico's knee. He wasn't sitting at the table with him, just kneeling beside him. The nymphs distributing food faltered when they approached the table, partly at the sound he made when he heard them coming, but partly because they seemed unsure of where to place his plate. Nico just reached for it with both hands. Quietly they passed them both to him. The plate sat relatively untouched while Nico ate from his.

The Hades table wasn't like the other tables. It was just a comfortable chair set up between the Demeter kids and Percy, a small folding table in front of him. From the Artemis table, Thalia observed with such focus intent her food was more picked and prodded at than eaten. The Demeter kids, the few of them that there were, kept glancing nervously at Jason. From where he sat at Nico's feet, he was closer to them than to Percy. Thalia had feeling Nico had designed it that way. Jason was untrusting of Percy. Thalia wondered if it had anything to do with beating up their uncle after he emerged from the Styx.

She also wondered how Jason didn't eat him alive for that when it happened. Perhaps he was already on the other side of the country, battling Krios with his Roman countrymen.

No one else had their tables set up yet, although a mass claiming of kids erupted in the last couple of days. Nico himself hadn't eaten with the rest of the campers until today though, when he brought the folding table and cozy chair with him. He'd dropped it down between the Demeter and Poseidon tables with little thought. It probably didn't really matter where he put it. Jason wouldn't be happy either way, but if he was seated alone, maybe then he wouldn't snap at anyone for accidentally brushing against Nico the wrong way.

After a few minutes of chewing on his burger, Nico tugged on Jason's hair. He tilted his head up at him. There was a sense of ease that rested upon him as soon as Nico caught his attention. Still tense along his edges, but content with the flow of Nico's words. Over the chatter of other people, his voice was muffled. But Thalia slid the air a little closer to her, and caught the end of his sentence.

Jason hummed quietly to himself. Then gently nuzzled Nico's outer thigh before pulling back and seating himself upright. Nico passed him the untouched plate and a goblet to drink from.

As Jason ate, Nico gently ran his fingers through his hair. Each passing touch rolled visibly down Jason's skin. His shoulders loosened. He leaned closer into Nico's side. But despite the comfort in his frame, he ate ravenously. Thalia pulled back on her senses, glancing down to her own plate. It was a mash of pulled apart bread and shredded beef at this point. A representation of her worries. Her thoughts.

Her all consuming focus these last few days.

Distantly she wondered if that was something they had to teach him. How to eat like a person. With your fingers to your mouth, the way she had taught him when he was young. Forks and spoons and cups. Use both hands so it didn't spill. Did they prioritize finger foods to make it easy on him? Did they teach him how to clean his fingers after? Or did he just lick them clean like Artemis's dogs did after they tore apart a mighty catch? When their paws were bloodied with torn flesh.

Nico had assured her he was fine. That he was just a little different, but overall okay. He was somewhere he was being cared for. That he saw nothing wrong with how he was, and would resist any change she, or anyone else, might try to inflict on him. He was taught humanity, the behaviours of people, as much as he was willing to learn it.

From the looks of it over the last few days, she understood what he meant. He walked like a person, sure, but at a prowl, as though as wolf seeking out prey. He'd sign, rough, like he didn't understand his own hands, and growled rather than spoke. He nuzzled Nico's cheeks, nipped at them, like an untrained pup. She could remember the way he fought - low to the ground, his teeth tearing, his hands clawing. She wondered if they ever tried to teach him how to use a weapon - or if like a dog, like an animal, he knew his body was his greatest weapon, used his powers to make himself bigger to enemies, used his hands to hold them down, and used his teeth to kill.

Nico caught her eyes on her sixth glance back at them. He smiled softly. His fingers still ran through Jason's hair, a soft slow pet. Steady like a heartbeat.

"You can't focus on what he could've been," he had said to her the day before.

Jason was napping beside him. Curled in close, protecting all of his vital bits. Nico had been petting his hair then too, slow, soft, steady. Down, up, and over. Down, up, and over. She had been standing close enough to talk, but not too close. Never too close, not with Jason always on alert. Even asleep, he’d notice if someone drifted too close. They’d be on the ground, pinned with the weight of all the air while Nico chided him loudly and pulled him back.

"He is what he is now. And he's content with it. It doesn't hurt him." She'd looked away from him, from his earnest eyes. He understood loss, understood what it was like to come back to a sibling that was different than you remembered, different and willing to stay that way. Wanting to stay that way, despite all your desperation to change it. "If you're always focusing on what could've been, you'll never experience what is happening now. He's alive, he's breathing. Isn't that enough?"

Now, her gaze flickered back down to Jason. He'd consumed his burger, inhaled the french fries that went with them, and poked around the broccoli left behind. He drank long from the goblet Nico passed down to him. And when his plate was collected, placed under Nico's, and the goblet was removed from his fingertips, he shifted up back to his knees. But he didn't place his head on Nico’s knee again.

Instead he stretched, up and back. His hands reached for the sky. His back curved in then out as he pushed his hands into the ground and flexed backwards. Like a cat. Like a dog. Then he crept, deliberate, under the table. His stomach laid across Nico's shoes. His eyes closed, ever so lightly, always on alert, but he relaxed in a slump at Nico's feet.

He was alive, he was breathing. He was content.

It was enough. It had to be.

#feral!jason #underworld jason au #jason grace #thalia grace #percy jackson #my fanfic #pjo fanfic #my writing #i wrote this at work emailed it to myself to post later and then fell asleep as soon as i got home lmao #happy talks pjo

[bee-dot-exe]

Did I hear that right? Did a chatter just say Bad "should've put him in the River Styx when he had the chance"?

#mcyt #qsmp #badboyhalo #liveblogging

[newt-pond]

But No One Gave Up A Rib For Me and Mine

You had just begun making space for yourself, Finding your place within this home of ours. Fit yourself in between the blocks, I'd hoped you would find solace in this space I shared with you. Now you find home in your grave, In our backyard, where you broke bread. In the ground, with those who fell before, A blanket of snow, I hope it keeps you warmer than I ever did. At nightfall, there was a creeping in our yard, As though a thousand vengeful worms fought Gaia. I heard it, the shuffling, the digging, New life breathed into old lungs, a heart beating with unnatural thuds. I almost hoped I'd dreamt it, Knowing if it were you, they would rip you apart again. Knowing if it wasn't, I would mourn twice as hard. I slept wrapped in your sheets that night, a cold, loveless embrace. By dawn, I had forgotten it all. Convinced it were a taunting dream, My aching heart pulling a savage trick. It never knew when to quit, loyal through death. Those remaining gathered yards away from our porch, Their chatter like icicles in my gut. I didn't want to leave our bed, The idea of continuing as normal left me a husk. Even worse was when I arose to see what the night brought. Some where lost for breath, others readying to fight, Few lurched towards what grew from our garden, Those who did were never without protection. A deathless night. I should've been relieved. How was I supposed to with you gone? How was I when another came back, leaving your memory in her dust? Nobody uttered a word about you, Nobody but me thought of you. Oh so focused on the undead player, The thing who clawed their way from hell last night. This was worse than when you died, Heavy hand nothing but deadweight in mine. Head cut clean off, no forgiveness in sight. Charred where they refused to let any of you live. This was worse by a mile, A bad taste left in my mouth. How unfair it was, for you, for me To lose my love with no redemption. I wanted to shout at the universe, How unfair it was, that you would never have a second chance. That you were chained to Hades forever, That I would now only see you in death. Why did she deserve revival? Why did that tyrant deserve it? What did you do to be denied new life, Must I see you only in death? I will beg Atropos every night to cut my string, I pray Thanatos will deliver me into your loving arms, The Styx will float me your way, the river of spirits, And I will make my home in you, sheltered by your love.

#lifesmpmafia #mafia peeps

[cyber-streak-2]

Look at him :) This was a birthday gift for me from @schemedplans

#Others art #Krok #The Scavengers #Hhhhhhhh #I love him :) #I’m not #I’m not good with words #But trust me #I love this a ton #My Blorbo :) #HIMMMMM #Anubis’s Chatter #Styx’s Chatter #Cyber’s Chatter

[cyber-streak-extra]

It’s Bonnie time :) @maraariana01

Title: Revisit

Description: Abby manages to see her friends again——much to her delight.

Ever since that night, she’d always wanted to return—she wanted to go back and see the animatronics. Her friends. She missed them a lot.

She still remembered what had happened after being brought to the pizzeria by the golden Freddy—but it hadn’t been any of her friends fault—it had been because of the man in The Yellow Rabbit.

Abby remembered asking Mike the question not too long after everything had started calming down—although that hadn’t been the only time.

It was late on a Friday, about a month later, when she’d asked once more. She found Mike in the living room, watching a movie with Vanessa.

Abby had felt excited when Vanessa eventually woke up—and even more so when it seemed like she was going to stay with her and Mike for a little while.

She and Mike had visited her a lot while she was still in the hospital. They had to lie about what happened—or, at least leave out some details.

He’d told her that he doubted the people in the hospital would believe the full story if either of them had tried to say that.

To her excitement, he had finally agreed to it. She could finally go back to the pizzeria—she could finally see them all again.

She’d barely been able to sleep that night.

As Abby hopped out of the car, staring up at the old pizzeria with a grin, she looked behind herself for a moment. Mike was helping Vanessa out—she needed to be careful.

“Everything was falling...” Abby recalled, “It blocked the main entrance.”

“Don’t worry,” Vanessa assured as she and Mike got to her side, “There’s still other ways to get in, Abby.”

...

Abby ran on ahead of Mike and Vanessa once they all successfully found one of the other entrances—soon finding herself in the main area of the pizzeria.

It looked... messy, due to everything from the last visit. Though, aside from that, it still looked just how it originally had when Mike had brought her.

Up on the stage, Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica stood. Foxy stood in Pirate’s Cove. They were all motionless. That is, at least until Abby decided to step forward.

Bonnie’s ears twitched, and from where he remained on the stage, he looked down. “Hi, Bonnie!” Abby waved at him, then to the other three.

As the rabbit’s ears shot up, still twitching, he started to get off of the stage. At the same time, the other animatronics were beginning to move, too.

Mike moved a little closer to Vanessa, but she just smiled, and pat his back.

Soon enough, Abby found herself surrounded by them—with each of them kneeling, rather than standing at their full heights.

Bonnie was in front of her, ears continuing to twitch—his guitar left on the floor of the stage, alongside Freddy’s microphone. Foxy and Freddy were to her left, with Chica on the right.

“I missed you guys a lot!” Abby responded, before moving closer, and hugging the blue rabbit.

Bonnie blinked, staring down at her. He remained like that for a couple of seconds, before returning the hug—wrapping his fuzzy arms around her.

Abby smiled widely—only for it to start growing further when she realized something. Looking around for a moment, she spotted Foxy, Chica, and Freddy joining in.

“We missed you too, Abby.”

...

She sat on the stage with them, with paper and crayons all around. Abby had made sure to not end up forgetting the items for her visit.

The animatronics themselves were having a rather difficult time—specifically with the crayons. Every time they tried, one would just seem to break.

Foxy, however, seemed to be having a bit of an easier time, compared to the other three. He still broke at least one, though.

A quick little tap on her shoulder made Abby turn away from the fox, and towards the rabbit. “Bonnie?”

The rabbit held a piece of paper carefully in his paws—on the middle of it, seemed to be a drawing of a human. And then, there were little animal faces beside the human.

Abby gasped.

“What’d he draw?” Mike asked, moving from his original spot beside Pirate’s Cove, and moving closer towards the stage.

Carefully, Abby took the drawing from the rabbit, and glanced towards her older brother. “Us!” She simply answered.

Turning away from him, and putting her focus back on the rabbit, she hugged him. “Thank you, Bonnie!” The rabbit smiled.

As the two shared another hug, Mike took the drawing, which had fallen into his sister’s lap a few moments ago. He looked it over.

Sure enough, he recognized that the girl in the middle had to be Abby—that the animal heads represented the animatronics themselves—and...

In the very bottom, he noticed two other faces—the one on the left most likely being Vanessa. Did that mean the other one beside it was him, he wondered?

“What’s... What’s with this other bear?” He said after a moment. He recognized who else everyone else was supposed to be—but the other bear that wasn’t Freddy?

“Golden!”

Abby answered her brother, “That’s Golden. He took me to the pizzeria!" She wondered where he was. He’d suddenly disappeared after the taxi ride.

...

Vanessa had joined in on the drawings, too. Sitting next to Abby and Bonnie, while Mike stayed by the stage itself.

As Abby started to draw on a new piece of paper, setting all of the finished ones in her bag, she spotted Bonnie reaching for his guitar from the corner of her eyes.

“Bonnie?”

When she turned to face him fully, it seemed like he had removed something from his guitar—it was a rather small—to the rabbit, at least—piece of paper.

Holding it in his paws, he revealed it to Abby. It was the drawing of the heart that she had given him before she had to leave with her brother.

Shortly after the two had left, the rabbit had wanted to keep the drawing somewhere—he didn’t want to lose it. So, he’d settled for trying to keep it on his guitar. Somewhere close.

“Thank you.”

Abby smiled.

...

While in the middle of trying to think of something else that they could do—like make another fort—Abby heard her brother cry out in alarm.

Quickly turning away from talking with Vanessa, she turned to see him backing away—and in front of him, although a little far, was a familiar bear with a blue eye.

“Hey,” Vanessa waved, and at her voice, the bear turned to the stage.

“Golden!” Abby smiled.

“Abby,” The bear waved.

Carefully getting off of the stage, she made her way over to him, and hugged Golden Freddy. Then, she tugged on his paw.

Golden Freddy stared down at her, then towards the stage, before he began to follow her.

...

The idea to try and build another fort was what they all settled on doing—Vanessa figured that they needed more for it—so she wandered off.

Mike had accompanied her, and so had most of the animatronics—leaving Abby on the stage with Golden Freddy and Bonnie, waiting for the return.

“Sorry...”

At the voice, Abby turned to look at Bonnie—the rabbit’s ears were lowered, and he was staring at the stage’s floor.

“I’m sorry for what happened... what we almost did...”

The golden bear glanced towards the two, before at the floor, too. “I can’t believe that we thought he-“

Abby frowned. “It’s not your fault!” The young girl insisted. She didn’t blame any of them—she still liked the group—she still considered them each of her friends.

“He was messing with you guys...” She continued, “If you had known, I know you wouldn’t have tried to hurt me or Mike.”

She got up from where she had been sitting, facing the two animatronics now. With how close the three had been sitting, that made it easier for her to hug both.

...

After making another successful fort, Golden Freddy and Foxy had to move out of the way Bonnie—or else the falling rabbit would land on them.

Abby smiled. She laid in the fort between her brother and Chica—her cupcake beside her, who Mike tried not to look at.

...

“Abby, it’s time to go.”

Sighing, she nodded, and turned to look at her friends. Noticeably, Bonnie and Freddy’s ears had gone down.

“Just a second, Mike!”

As she approached the five, she reached into her bag.

One by one, she gave each of them a new drawing, followed by a hug. When she reached Bonnie, she gave him two drawings—a new one, and the one that he’d drawn earlier.

“You can keep it, Bonnie.” The rabbit smiled.

When she was done, she made her way over to Mike and Vanessa. The three of them started making their way back to the entrance they’d used earlier.

Before the animatronics were fully out of sight, Abby glanced back, and called out, “We’ll come back again soon, I promise!”

#Fic #Story #FNaF Movie #Abby Schmidt #Bonnie The Bunny #When it’s in italics and also using ‘’ thats meant to be a soul speaking #I wanted to do something but the animatronics themselves don’t speak in the movie #Mike Schmidt #Vanessa Afton #Foxy The Pirate #Freddy Fazbear #Chica The Chicken #Golden Freddy #Anubis’s Chatter #Styx’s Chatter #Cyber’s Chatter #I think the only protagonist I’m good at is Oswald

[starlytenight]

Bro I love your stuff so much to the point where you single-handedly thrusted me into this fandom and got me hooked on MetaGala. I even started making OCs and AUs. So thanks for that!

Anyway, would Cypha eventually find out?

If it’s not too spoiler? Cause I would be pretty pissed if I had died and my spouse had basically sold his soul (although it kinda seemed like Necro already was somewhat owned by the dude anyway) to a death god to save me.

Aw, thank you! And oh my gosh, I am honored, haha! I hope you're having fun!! ^^

Ohoho... That is a bit spoilery, but... Not every secret can remain hidden forever...! :)

Currently having a partner in crime for the same thing now, neither of them exactly plan on either of their loved ones knowing what they've done to keep them alive.

Let's just say when one finds out... it's likely the other will too. They are pretty close friends, after all.

As for Morpho "owning" Necro, that is true to a degree.

When they separated, Morpho was very hands off and wanted to simply observe. He never ordered his other self to do anything until he pleaded for Sis' life. Since he didn't exactly have a soul of his own to give in return for such a request, the next best thing was effectively taking away his freedom.

Though as Morpho mentioned to Meta, he isn't exactly a cruel "master." He just needs occasional favors for his grand scheme. Both are free to do as they please within the boundaries of their agreement.

Especially now that they're basically staying obedient for their loved ones. Cypha/Sis and Galacta already belong to Morpho by virtue of their demises, but he's allowing their time alive to be extended at the cost of Necro and Meta's freedoms and Meta's soul when he passes on.

Should either disobey or fail their tasks, well...

You can guess what may or may not be taken.

#It's not something anyone would take very well if you think about this particular situation #But really the Necro and Meta were not in the best mindsets and just wanted their partners to be okay #Galacta would be horrified if he knew about any of this and Meta knows that too well #Same goes for Cypha---hell knowing what Necro really is alone would mess her up immensely #At least they have each other to lean on for this mess #Until now Necro only had Styx to speak to about this #Also Morpho's general orders to both were pretty straightforward #Watch over Galacta Knight and to the other 'don't interfere when Judgment Day comes' #ASMR Chitter Chatter #Starlyteart

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A sliver of that tyzula underworld AU I was talking about.

1

Years spent in hiding forged Zuko into a formidable warrior-king. He sought to free his sister and end an era of titans, to claim his birthright that’s been denied for too long. With the help of powerful water gods Zuko sliced his father open and freed Azula, and together the four defeated his monstrous father and banished him to the depths of Tartarus. At his uncle’s behest, Zuko soon held his coronation. The world rejoiced as he sat upon his large throne, the handsome god who freed them from titan oppression. But there was much left to do; part of it was deciding who took which realm.

Azula already predicted her brother’s claim on Mount Olympus, as well as the water siblings’ promised realms near the ocean floor. Though she didn’t want to believe it, because that left her with the shortest straw, literally. The fates were a cruel bunch. They’ve given her a realm filled with death and monotony, what was supposed her father’s rotting prison. Now it was her rotting prison, to share with the man who trapped her in a fate worse than any lands in Tartarus. She later dragged her brother to an obscure corner on Olympus, to ‘talk.’

            “Why did you give me Tartarus!”

            “I didn’t, the fates did.”

Azula rubbed her tense fingers. “Zuko, brother…You promised me a better life, that’s why I supported you. But now you suppose I live with the man who tormented me all these years?”

            “Look. I get it, it’s hard—”

            “Do you?” She chuckled, “Do you have any idea how horrible it was? I spent every day floating in a sea of spit and mud, surrounded by the skulls of people who crossed father. But how would you know? You lived with uncle, in the outside.”

            “I mean, Tartarus isn’t all that bad. It’s an incredibly important realm, I’m sure you’ll handle it fine.”

            “Is that why you freed me? To do your dirty work because you didn’t wanna deal with spades?” She turned away. “It doesn’t matter. But I hope you know, I won’t forget this.”

2

‘Tartarus isn’t all that bad’ was nothing but a lie. Though her father was tied by chains hecatoncheires couldn’t break, it did little to stop him poisoning her thoughts. Each passing day proved Tartarus to be the hellscape it was, each day she labored till her bones collapsed and be forced to hear her father’s ramblings. She was unworthy, weak, unloved—it’s why her mother saved Zuko but not her.

To make things worse, Tartarus was a realm devoid of sunlight. Darkness followed wherever she went; the souls of the dead would creep in her bed chamber to plead for their lives. That was when Azula installed guards to watch spades, it was also how she realized life meant much to mortals. They’d scream and beg and cry, swore to do anything and everything for another breathe of life. Their pleas were in vain, Azula didn’t have the power to resurrect the dead. If she did, she’d have sent those chattering spades back where they came from.

Apparently it wasn’t only the dead who ventured into the underworld, as certain mortals thought they could rescue their loved ones from the rotting river Styx. Azula couldn’t be bothered to waste more resources for palace guards, so she adopted a guard dog instead. Cerberus was his name; it meant ‘spot.’ The tiny pup soon grew incredibly large, fitted with another pair of heads. His growls were more than enough to keep idiot mortals out her domain, the underlord rewarding him with dead bones and pets each time he did.

She also solved another issue. Her father was no more than a freeloader in her lands, but he was still a titan of great power. She forged chains that were flexible to move in but strong as obsidian, then commanded her father do construction work. Satisfaction surged through her whenever she spotted her father laboring in dust-filled fields like a lowly slave. It made the grim memories of her childhood bearable.

Tartarus, once a wasteland full of wayward souls had been transformed to a vast kingdom, with a palace of modest and tasteful decorum acting as its capital. Its size quashed that of Katara’s, goddess of the sea, while its power rivalled her brother’s vice-fueled mountain. It certainly wasn’t thriving, but it was a realm Azula carved with her blood and tears—one she was proud to call her own. Unfortunately her family thought differently, as they invited her to Mount Olympus to ‘talk.’

            “Azula,” uncle started, “We think it’s time for you to marry.”

The underlord blinked. “Where’s this coming from?”

            “Nowhere,” Zuko interrupted. “We just think that since you’re one of the four who defeated Ozai, you deserve to be rewarded.”

            “Wasn’t Tartarus reward enough?” she spat.

            “Uh, no. I don’t think so.”

“We’ve already chosen a bride for you. She’s witty, cheerful, and most importantly—pretty as pie.”

Uncle and Zuko shared a hearty laugh, but Azula failed to see the value of a bride. “Who even is she?”

            “She’s a fertility goddess,” Zuko said, “And her name is Ty Lee.”

            “What is she good at? Will she able to handle the underworld. Unless you’ve forgotten, brother, there’s no sunlight in Tartarus. She’d wilt faster than a flower in winter, I can’t have someone like that rule beside me.”

            “Then don’t. Just make a corner with some light and keep her there.”

            “Will she like it?”

            “Does it matter? You saved the world. Anyone would be honored to have you.” He leaned closer. “We’ve already spoken to her and she consents, now you just need to take the chance.”

Azula was dismissed without a chance to rebut. Then again, it’d be rude to reject a bride hand-picked by the master of Olympus. She didn’t understand why a wife was needed, but felt it better to get things over with.

A tree from the heart of Tartarus was cut down and fashioned into a mighty chariot, painted red and strengthened by bronze. The petals of a white narcissus crested her warrior’s wagon. Skeletal horses once belonging to ancient heroes transported her into the mortal realm. The regality was supposed to impress her bride-to-be, though she seemed no better than a brute.

Black armor chuffed against her sickly pale skin. The mortal realm bore glistening emerald fields, rich with life her chariot quickly destroyed. It was strange how Zuko assigned her a fertility goddess for a wife, maybe he hoped to see more life in Tartarus. Ridiculous, she thought, it went against the very nature of her realm. Of her. Everything she touched either died or perished, everyone knew that. Even her idiot brother. Perhaps she’d rejected his advances, maybe that’s why he pawned her off to Azula of all people.

A maiden came into her sights, dressed in a milk white dress with braided honey-colored hair. She tended to the flowers with care, so much care she failed to hear Azula’s racing chariot. The underlord stole her away. For some reason she was screaming and struggling, a lot.

            “What are you doing?! Let me go!”

            “Why should I?”

            “What do you mean why—”

Azula looked at her. “Are you not my bride?”

Shock and confusion mixed in her storm-grey eyes. “Since when was I…?”

            “Zuko promised me to you. He said that you’ve talked about it, and agreed to the arrangement.” Azula paused. “I’m starting to think he lied.”

          “I agreed to take care of the plants in Tartarus! I didn’t think it he meant forever.”

            “Oh.” She stopped the chariot and let her go. “I’m sorry. I’ll speak to my brother…And I promise not to bother you again.”

Azula rode off to Mount Olympus, furious.

#my writing #tyzula #Azula is Hades #Ty Lee is Persephone #Zuko is Zeus #of course #Iroh is Helios because he always knows what's happening #just like the sun god Helios #feel free to interpret all of this however you will. #I like writing Azula as a dork #its fun and a great anti-stress tool #I wrote this instead of my main fic #TTOTT

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