#and hey why would springtrap kick out what did you do

[ponds-of-ink]

Short Springtrap And OC Drabble: “A Pack of Springs”

Blame one particular thing I read from @spaciebabie and it invigorating the writing part of my mind. Again.

At least there’s no explosions this time.

(There may be a part two if anyone wants?)

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Springtrap stood nearby the office window. It was only a couple of minutes before the guard clocked in for the night. His undead heart was pounding, but not for the usual reasons.

You see, this guard was the coolest kid on the block.. At least, in his mind. Streaks of color against some naturally-hued hair. A work outfit fully customized with patches and other interesting details. All wrapped up with the most “chill” attitude he had ever witnessed. If one had to sum up this soul for him, it would be the punk look of the 1980s somehow paired with this… Scene?… 2000s Gothic?… aesthetic. And it captivated him.

Maybe a bit too much, if he was being honest. What with all the catalog cutouts scattered around his room.. And the hours he spent trying to figure out how to even start dressing properly again..

But, hey, at least the feeling was (mostly) mutual. The guard dug him and he dug back. The cat and mouse stuff was merely a running gag at this point.

Unfortunately, it was a performance that they weren’t going to put on tonight. Springtrap had something more… interesting in mind. A little idea he wanted to test the waters on. And, to pull this off, he had to ask the one fashion expert in this building a very simple question.

The office clock rang. Springtrap jolted out of his self-reflecting. He put himself into his usual “threatening” posture and waited. It was only a matter of time now— And he honestly couldn’t wait.

The guard, meanwhile, clocked in at the lobby. It was a cold and cloudy midnight, which made things extra spooky. “Heh, this is my kinda night,” the unknowing figure thought as a grin crept in. “Hope Spring’s ready to see me beat him for the third time in a row.”

Combat boots thumped down the long hallway. Springtrap’s arms shook in spite of himself. It was just a simple question. He had no need to panic.

Thankfully for him, the guard noticed very quickly. “Oh, hey, Spring,” came the casual response after the initial jump of shock. “Didn’t think you’d be here.”

Springtrap placed an arm against the wall. Oh, he was just hanging around. Nothing wrong here.

The guard gave a very brief scan up and down. Aside from the nervous “grin” and a magazine in one of his hands, there wasn’t anything really wrong with him. “Well, I’ll let you get to reading,” the guard concluded, swerving into the main office. “Just come in if you need anything.”

Springtrap signaled “Will do”. The instinct to internally kick himself was strong, but this mishap did provide him an opportunity. He skimmed through the magazine again. Just one more refresher to get his mind back on track.

The guard, meanwhile, just went about the usual routine. Boot up the security system, check the cameras, and double-check Springtrap on occasion. Simple as that.

Minutes went by for both of them. Spring still read through his catalog while the guard kept the peace. Tension started to swirl, though the guard wasn’t sure why. He was just reading a book! There’s nothing stressful about looking at some fashion stuff while on “break”!

Heavy footsteps soon lumbered into the main office. A light, papery thump hit the top of the guard’s desk. The guard peered beside the monitor. “What’s up, Spring?” the guard asked, sliding over a notebook and pen. “You seem kinda antsy tonight. You good?”

Springtrap instinctively took up the notebook and pen. His handwriting was even shakier than usual, but he let the guard see it anyway. “I was thinking about trying something new,” he jotted down. “Something I think you would like, Axel.”

Axel raised an eyebrow. “Something you think I would like?” she asked, placing her elbow on the table as she leaned forward. “What’s even better than playing hide and seek with you?”

Springtrap’s good ear raised. A human-like gleam entered into his eyes. He lifted the notebook from the desk and carefully slid the catalog forward. A few scribbles later, he gestured to one sentence at the bottom of his notes: “Look in there.”

Not knowing what else to do, Axel followed his instructions. She first looked at the table of contents, which already had a few pages underlined. Tops, Overcoats, Accessories.. All basic stuff.

Well, if you want to call any of the stuff from a premiere “gothic” fashion line ‘basic’.

Regardless, Axel read through each marker-circled item. Mentally taking in any scribbled-down notes that Spring may have left. A cool patterned shirt here, a funky two-tone vest here, a crop top… Several places, actually. Even with page references on what to pair each one with. Come to think of it, all of the selections had some sort of cross-reference with something else. “He really put some thought into this,” Axel thought, a smile growing the more she flipped back and forth. “He’s even trying make outfits!”

But even with this sense of pride, that sense of tension gnawed at her core. It didn’t help that all the undershirt sizes he circled didn’t match his size. “Unless he’s thinking about me getting these, I don’t think these’ll work,” she said in her head, biting the corner of her lip. “Which is a bummer, ‘cause I really like these! They’d look so good on him!”

After a couple more minutes of digging through the rabbit’s “wishlist”, Axel set down the magazine. “Pretty good picks, Spring,” she said casually, leaning back in her seat. “But I gotta ask: Why’d ya make the undershirts so small? I mean, the bigger crop-tops could look good on top of ‘em, but… Wouldn’t the undershirt be too tight?”

Springtrap halted his multi-page outline. He flipped to an empty page and started writing again. After a few seconds, he showed her the answer: “Not if you’re planning on ‘slimming down’.”

Axel tilted her head. “‘Slimming down’?” she repeated, her posture shifting to a more serious position. “Ya mean, like, getting a new torso piece?”

Springtrap nodded, then eagerly jotted down something else. He spun the notebook around with a proud grin. “Yes!” it read, alongside a semicolon and a capital D. “As a matter of fact, I’m in talks with a technician about getting a different build altogether. It may make me look broader in the shoulders, but I believe the ‘six-pack’ will be worth it.”

All of Axel’s dread overloaded into outright fear. Her heavy shudder nearly made her convulse. Nausea overrode her entire body. The mental image of this zombie rabbit having the buffest body in the crew just… Didn’t sit right. It felt wrong, even if he was just a weird robot guy.

Thankfully, she did manage to sputter out something. “Y-You’re joking, right?” she questioned, using the desk to steady her nerves. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

Springtrap’s good ear drooped. He hastily wrote his response. “I’m not,” he answered. “But I did need to run all of this by you first. Mainly for fashion concerns.”

The words provided a little comfort to the rattled guard. Okay, good. Maybe he could be reasoned with. “Your outfits are fine, my man,” she stammered out, steadying her breathing. “Don’t sweat it there. My main deal is this ‘s-six pack’ thing. Just… why?? Who put the idea into your head that you couldn’t pull off these looks now?”

It was Springtrap’s turn to tilt his head. “Nobody suggested it to me,” he ‘replied’, underlining the word multiple times for emphasis. “I just thought that my current shape couldn’t ’pull off’ some of these, that’s all.”

Axel grit her teeth. “So you took one look at these guys by yourself and said ‘yeah that’s what my body needs to look like’?” she asked, her face burning bright red. “Is that what I’m getting at here?”

A simple “Yes” was all Springtrap wrote.

The poor woman slammed her head on the desk. She stifled the urge to scream in rage. “Springs, my guy,” she said after a minute of silence, raising her head. “I know you’re a robot.. zombie… bunny, but listen ta me: You already look cool enough. You already are cool enough. Just keep scaring me like you usually do and you’ll be fine.”

Springtrap placed a hand to his waist. He glanced at it before writing with his other hand. “I appreciate your compliments,” he ‘added’. “But ‘hear’ me out: Can you actually picture someone with my ‘chubby’ build wearing things like what I’ve shown you?” He then stood up straighter, making sure he somehow didn’t make himself look “thinner”.

Axel, try as she might, now pictured Springtrap in one of those outfit combos. And, to be quite honest, it made her face burn for an entirely different reason than before. “I mean, I can see you in ‘em clear as day,” she laughed sheepishly, covering her eyes (as if that would help). “Hey, maybe you’d win that bunny wife of yours back if…” Her voice broke into a sincere giggling fit, making her unable to finish her sentence.

A quiet, hoarse chuckle emitted from Springtrap’s voice-box. “While I do still have my apprehensions,” he ‘continued’ after a pause, “I suppose I’ll hold off. Don’t wait to make you nauseous every time I show up behind that window, after all.”

“Thanks, my guy,” Axel responded, her voice weakening with relief. “Just, uh, let me know if you do have any problems trying to fit stuff. I know a guy who works on mascot costumes for fun, so he knows how to make outfits for animatronics.”

“I will keep your friend in mind,” Springtrap ‘answered’, his handwriting now more loose and stable. “Thank you for all of your advice.”

“No problem,” Axel grinned as she returned to leaning back in her chair. “Glad I got the chance to say something before somebody tore out that torso piece. It’d be an absolute bummer if the world lost you rocking that ‘bod.”

Springtrap put down the pen. Another hoarse chuckle emitted from his throat. Given how confident Axel sounded, maybe it would be a shame.

But, as the term “rocking” invited an opportunity for fooling around, he rose up to full standing height.. Then placed his hands on his sides. He assumed his saddest ‘pout’ and swung his hips a little. Almost as if he was saying: “But my body doesn’t just rock. It has rolls too.”

Axel laughed in spite of herself. “Okay, now you’re just messing with me,” she smiled, feeling her face flush a little. “Go do your ‘sad’ dance moves somewhere else, ya big lug. We’ll pick this topic up some other time.”

Springtrap slumped his shoulders dramatically. He rolled his eyes as he picked up his catalog. With a final wave, he vanished behind the doorway… Before “sprinting” back down the hallway with the dumbest smile. That last pun may not have been his best work, but Axel’s suggestion may have just given him an idea for tonight’s game. If she wants to be that determined to prove her claims about him, he’ll have to work to dispute it. And that tip about dancing may have just given him an edge in that debate..

#springtrap #fnaf oc #william afton #spaciebabie #fnaf fanfic #sassy rabbit man

[tenebraevesper]

Five Nights at Freddy's: Obsolete, Night 16: Secrets That You Keep

''When you close your eyes and you go to sleep; and it's down to the sound of a heartbeat. I can hear the things that you're dreaming about; when you open up your heart and the truth comes out! You tell me that you want me! You tell me that you need me! You tell me that you love me! And I know that I'm right, 'cause I hear it in the night! I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep! I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep!''

– Talking In Your Sleep by The Romantics (Five Nights at Freddy's Movie)

xXxXxXx

''Sam, about what Matt said…''

''Hey, the weather is really nice tonight isn't it? I can see the stars! Sure, it's a bit cold, but it is November…''

Great, he broke her.

Springtrap sighed as he remembered the very awkward car ride back to the Blackburn residence. It was really quiet and he actually felt quite nervous about bringing up what Matt had said, only to get startled when Sam suddenly rose her voice, clearly NOT wanting to talk about what Matt as she had an internal panic, and tried to change the topic to something nonsensical. Springtrap then resigned himself to just turning towards the window and watching as they drove past the houses. Currently, he was waiting for the sunrise, not looking at all forward to the conversation with Emma. Obviously, she would eventually learn what he and Sam were up to, and he figured it would be better to just rip off the band-aid now rather than later.

Sam also refused to talk to him the next morning, insisting how she needed to her homework, as it was due for Monday, and she had a ton of work to do and demanded to be left alone. Emma had noticed the sudden change in her behavior and immediately glared at Springtrap.

''Okay, Afton, what did you do now?'' she asked, as Sam was going upstairs.

''I swear, I had done nothing,'' Springtrap protested, with Emma rising an eyebrow, clearly not believing him. Unknown to them, Sam stopped, eavesdropping the conversation.

''Really? Because I doubt that she would just not talk to you if something didn't happen,'' Emma replied. Springtrap sighed, well aware that Emma's Mama Bear instincts kicked in and that she was refusing to let this go until she got a clear answer. He couldn't really argue with her when she was in such a bad mood, so he decided to just tell her the truth.

''Fine. Sam is behaving like this because of something her friend said,'' he told her. Emma blinked in surprise.

''You mean Matt?''

''Yes. To quote the kid: 'Sam, it seems like your father doesn't like me very much'.''

Emma stared at him for a moment, clearly baffled and trying to process what Springtrap just told her. Then, a smile spread on her lips and she burst into laughter. ''Wait! That's why-'' After seeing Springtrap's look of displeasure, she started to laugh even harder. ''Y-Yeah, I can imagine why- This is hilarious!''

''It's not funny!''

Both of them were startled when Sam suddenly yelled at them from the staircase, being completely red in her face.

''Sam, it's fine!'' Emma responded in an attempt to calm her down, still amused by the revelation, but Sam looked even more embarrassed.

''No, it's not! Stop embarrassing me like that! You're the worst parents ever! Both of-'' Sam suddenly cut herself off, realizing just what she said and quickly ran upstairs, slamming the door behind her shut. Emma and Springtrap winced at the loud noise.

''Huh, she took that well,'' Emma said, the corner of her lip still curved upwards.

''I'm amazed that you didn't yell at her for slamming the door,'' Springtrap told Emma in a deadpan tone.

''Well, we have rules set for that kind of behavior. If she breaks the door, she pays for a new one,'' Emma shrugged. Springtrap stared at her for a moment, and then sighed.

''I'll be honest, I had not expected such reaction from you,'' he told Emma, who rose an eyebrow. ''I thought you'd be angry, not amused.''

''I won't lie, I had actually expected for this to happen at some point,'' Emma responded. ''You might consider yourself just as Sam's friend, but frankly, you've been acting more and more like you're her father. I have noticed, and I'm certain that Sam has had noticed it too, but wasn't comfortable enough to acknowledge it.''

''I can imagine all the reasons why,'' Springtrap replied in a sincere tone. ''Honestly, I… I wasn't really planning on for any of this to happen.''

''I know, but given how you two had bonded over time, it was inevitable,'' Emma replied. Springtrap felt a little unnerved by just how calm and casual Emma was over the whole thing. It was as if there was something unsettling looming over him. On the other hand, this was the usual feeling he got from Emma.

''Trust me, I'm not planning on taking her away from you or anything like that,'' Springtrap quickly added. Emma just kept a calm expression.

''Oh, I know you won't, because if you did, I'd shred you into pieces.'' Emma glared daggers at Springtrap, who instinctively backed away. He had no idea how, but Emma still remained the only person who managed to genuinely frighten him. Emma's glare than turned back to a calmer expression, leaving Springtrap quite unsettled. ''So, what are your thoughts on it?''

''I… I suppose I will have to talk to Sam about it… once she feels comfortable talking,'' Springtrap replied, then added as an afterthought, ''For some reason, I also feel bad for being called 'embarrassing'.''

Emma chuckled. ''Seriously? That's what you're focusing on?''

''I'm used to being called a 'murderer' or a 'monster', but I don't remember ever being called 'embarrassing'. It just feels weird,'' Springtrap responded, folding his arms, his eyes narrowing.

''Then you should get better used to it, considering the situation,'' Emma replied as she sat down on the couch. ''As for Sam, I believe that she will talk to you once she calms down. After all, she was willing to talk to you again after you had returned… which makes me wonder how you had even managed to convince her to have a normal conversation with you?''

''I didn't really do anything besides giving her space until she approached me,'' Springtrap replied, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. ''It was just a matter of time. Sam isn't exactly the kind of person who can hold grudges for a long time.''

''That is something we both agree on, especially given how close you two are,'' Emma added, sighing and then giving Springtrap a questioning look. ''Speaking of which, haven't you promised me an explanation in regards to what is going on?''

''Oh, right…'' Springtrap knew that this was coming. He still didn't like it, though, as he dreaded Emma's reaction to the truth. ''To make one thing clear, I had only returned because I wanted to apologize to Sam for abandoning her. Nothing else. I don't have any malicious intentions.''

Emma stared at him for a moment, clearly not believing him, while Springtrap just stared at her with an annoyed expression, well aware what was going through her head. Finally, Emma relented and, as if reading his mind, responded, ''Whether you like it or not, Afton, I will be always wary of you. However, in this case, I do believe you, mainly because I know that, if it is a situation that involves Sam, you wouldn't lie to me even if you don't want to share any information with me.''

''You are correct in that regard,'' Springtrap replied. ''I actually had no idea what to do once I did apologize to her. At least, until I had learned what Sam had been going through these past few weeks.''

''You mean the constant nightmares and sleepwalking?'' Emma asked. Springtrap nodded.

''However, from what I've understood, Sam is doing better now, isn't she?'' he asked, clearly waiting for a confirmation.

''In comparison to the past month, yeah, she is doing much better,'' Emma replied, narrowing her eyes and adding in a bitter tone, ''I hate to say it, but it seems like your presence had improved her mental state. She used to be quite overwhelmed and had barely talked to me about anything, but it feels as if she's back to her old self now.''

''I don't believe that her being back to her old self has just to do with me, but with her finding something that interests her,'' Springtrap responded. To his surprise, Emma had agreed with him.

''Yeah, you're right, and I believe that her interest is connected to Freddy's,'' she replied. ''I had asked her whether she wants to quit her job, given how miserable she was, and take a break, but she refused. She claimed that she was the only one who could handle the animatronics, as they wouldn't trust any other technician with them, so I let it go. She did seem to feel better, and I suppose she just liked to interact with the animatronics considering she didn't really have anyone else to talk to besides myself and Aaron. Even then, it was something she wanted to keep to herself, and I decided not to push her to tell me what she was going through. Maybe I should've done it, but Sam is stubborn enough to just not tell me anything.'' Emma shook her head. ''That's why I was so glad that she befriended Matt. At least she now had someone normal to talk to.''

''Maybe, but I'm not sure whether that kid can be trusted,'' Springtrap replied, his eyes narrowed. Emma rose an eyebrow, scoffing.

''You're the one to talk about trust,'' she said in a deadpan tone. ''I think Matt is a nice kid, and Sam really needs a friend her age who isn't dead.''

''I'm just saying that last time Sam had such a friend, they basically took advantage of her,'' Springtrap pointed out. ''It is better to be a bit careful.''

''From what I've seen, Matt is trustworthy. Besides, you had also met him. Did he appear as someone who would take advantage of Sam?'' Emma asked.

''Well, I suppose…'' Springtrap muttered, only for Emma to cut him off.

''Not to mention, if Sam trusts someone like you, then Matt should be no big deal,'' she added, giving Sprintgtrap a side-eye. ''Besides, you have just met him, while Sam knew him for weeks. If he had tried to take advantage of her, I believe something would've already happened.'' Emma then smirked, with Springtrap hating the knowing look she gave him. ''Or, don't tell me that you're jelaous that she has another close friend.''

''Emma, at this point, you're grasping at straws,'' Springtrap growled, now really irritated at Emma for teasing him and talking nonsense. ''I had already told you, I'm just looking out for Sam. Honestly, haven't you thought of what kind of trouble two teenagers could get themselves into, especially when one of them is a teenage boy?''

Emma stared at him for a moment, only to snort in amusement as she realized what he was talking about. ''Yeah, now I get why Matt has called you Sam's 'Dad'. You literally talk like you're an overprotective parent.''

''Unlike you,'' Springtrap said without even thinking, but given how annoyed he felt, he didn't even care about Emma's reaction. Speaking of which, Emma's amused gaze quickly turned into an intense glare as she stared at the animatronic.

''You want to run that by me again, Afton?'' she growled in a threatening tone. Springtrap did feel a chill running down his endoskeleton, but he tried to ignore it.

''Let's just drop it. It's clear that I made my point,'' he said, genuinely wanting to move on from this topic. After all, he would have to go through a similar conversation with Sam later on. ''But, if it makes you happy, Matt also knows who I am and he is willing to help Sam however he can.''

''Now, that's good news. However, you still haven't told me what is going on,'' Emma said, only for her eyes to narrow. ''Don't tell me that Connor or his animatronics are back.''

''No, they're not. Connor is deader than dead, and as for the Drawkill Animatronics… I don't really know where they are,'' Springtrap responded, figuring that the Drawkills' whereabouts would be an issue to solve later. ''Instead, the actual problem we ran into has to do with Fazbear Entertainment.''

Emma actually looked genuinely surprised when she heard that. ''What have they done?''

''You know that video game Sam had been playing?'' Springtrap asked.

''Oh, you mean the one Aaron had worked on? Yeah. Why?'' Emma gave him a questioning look.

''Fazbear Entertainment wanted to make a game mocking their own past, the murders, myself… so they took a shortcut with the programming and used old circuit boards, some of which actually had belonged to the animatronics that were affected by what had happened,'' Springtrap explained. ''One of those circuit boards had also belonged to the old Spring Bonnie suit inhabited by my own corpse and soul. At the same time, while I was in Hell, I suffered from what could be described as a complete breakdown, one that resulted in my soul being shredded. To make things even worse, a piece of my soul got stuck in one of those circuit boards, and now a virus version of myself is haunting that video game.''

''What?'' Emma was genuinely stunned by these news. ''W-Wait, how is this- I-It doesn't matter- Okay, if a piece of you is stuck inside the video game, can't you just delete it?''

''I'm afraid that this isn't as easy as you think, Emma,'' Springtrap responded. ''As a matter of fact, Sam and I believe that my other self, Glitchtrap, as we call him, may have already infiltrated Fazbear Entertainment. We don't really know how, but it is possible that one of Aaron's co-workers, a woman named Vanessa, had something to do with it.''

''If someone else is involved, then we should call the police,'' Emma pointed out. Springtrap shook his head.

''Do you really think they'll believe any of this? Besides, I know Fazbear Entertainment, and even if the police attempts to launch an investigation, they won't find anything because the company will try to cover it up. They had done it before, they will do it again,'' he replied. Emma sighed, leaning back as she rubbed her temple.

''What are we supposed to do?'' she asked, only to pause for a moment, then turned towards Springtrap, changing her question, ''What are you and Sam going to do?''

''So far, all information that we got points towards the Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, and both Sam and I plan on investigating it. She had told me that she would be sent there for training as a technician and even work on the new animatronics. I hope that this way, we would gain access to their systems and whatever computer network they're using to find Glitchtrap and permanently delete him,'' Springtrap explained.

''I see… There is something I'm still curious about, though,'' Emma said, giving him a look of interest. ''If, as you called him, Glitchtrap, is a virus version of yourself, can't you… I don't know, control him somehow?''

''Unfortunately, that is not how this works,'' Springtrap replied. ''I wish I could've gotten ridden off Glitchtrap, but I have no control over him… or whatever he has turned into at this point.''

''Okay, but what about the video game?'' Emma asked, with Springtrap shaking his head once again.

''I believe that the Glitchtrap in the video game was just there to send a message. The real trouble that awaits us is at the Pizzaplex,'' he replied. ''Ironically, this is one of the few things I had never intended to happen.''

''Well, that is good to know,'' Emma said in a slightly snarky tone. ''Still, you two will be going up against a whole company this time, rather than just one man and a bunch of robots.''

''Fortunately for us, I had been working long enough alongside Fazbear Entertainment to know what to do. Besides, we wouldn't be there to bring down the company but to find a virus. All I need is to examine the Pizzaplex and its inner workings to figure out a proper plan,'' Springtrap responded, only to fall silent for a moment. ''Although, Fazbear Entertainment might pose as an obstacle in other ways.''

''What do you mean by that?'' Emma asked.

''Fazbear Entertainment has a habit of digging up the past and covering up anything that would tarnish their reputation. It is very possible that at this point, several people have already become new victims, and no one would ever know. Their disappearances, or deaths, are going to be hand-waved, and there won't be any investigations, and there is hardly any way for more tragedies to happen,'' Springtrap explained, with Emma shivering as she heard that. ''Now, imagine how things will be once the Pizzaplex opens up. There is no doubt that things will be fine for a while and we'll hardly find any evidence of there being something wrong. However, I can imagine that the animatronics are going to eventually start act more erratic, their movements and interactions becoming more and more unsettling…'' Springtrap trailed off, an image of the old Freddy Fazbear's Pizza flashing in his mind as he stared down Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy. ''They would be fine around children, but aggressive towards adults, to the point of lashing out at them if they believed that a child got hurt.''

''That's what happened at the older locations, right?'' Emma asked, feeling unnerved. Springtrap nodded.

''However, in this case, these animatronics might as well be the first generation that isn't at all haunted by the soul of a deceased child… or an adult for that matter,'' he explained. ''Admittedly, the Showtime Animatronics aren't haunted either, but they were influenced by the Glitchtrap virus, and that virus is the reason why Sam is the only animatronic technician at this location. I can only imagine what might happen once the Pizzaplex opens.''

''Honestly, I don't want to imagine anything,'' Emma said, clearly disturbed, even though she tried to mask it. Springtrap sighed tiredly.

''I'm just glad I don't have to deal the other spirits. Preventing more from getting trapped is going to be a challenge,'' he said. Both were silent for a moment.

''I suppose there isn't much I can do,'' Emma finally said, then gave Springtrap a determined look. ''Afton, just make sure that you keep Sam alive during this ordeal.''

Springtrap gave her a curious look. ''You know, I'm still surprised with how fast you have accepted this situation, and furthermore, how willing you are to trust me.''

''Frankly, I don't have much of a choice in this now, do I? I know that I can't stop Sam from doing what she wants, and I can be always around to keep her safe, so this is my only option left,'' Emma replied. ''Besides, you're the expert here when it comes to haunted animatronics.''

''Not to mention the fact that you had called me an overprotective parent,'' Springtrap added in a slightly amused tone, with Emma raising an eyebrow. ''I promise, I'll keep her safe.''

xXx

''Hey, Sam!'' Sam was placing her books into her locker and preparing for the next lesson when she saw Matt running up to her. It was Monday morning, a normal school day for her, and even though the day had just started, Sam already felt exhausted. ''How are you doing?''

''Oh, I'm fine…'' Sam started in a nonchalant tone, only to start glaring daggers at Matt. ''Except for the fact that what you had said left me in the most awkward and uncomfortable situation I've ever been in, and trust me, I've been in all kinds of situations!''

Matt gave her a nervous look, smiling awkwardly. ''Well, I was just describing the situation the way I saw it; and Mr. Afton does act like your father.''

''He's not my father!'' Sam hissed under her breath angrily, with Matt holding up his hands in defense. He was certain, to some extent, that Sam wouldn't hit him, even if she did look furious.

''So,… did you two even talk about it?'' Matt asked carefully, with Sam still glaring at him, only to sigh.

''No, we didn't. I've been avoiding Will like a plague,'' she admitted, all of the anger she wanted to feel suddenly being gone. ''I just feel too awkward to talk to him about the statement you made because I don't know how to even address it. Admittedly, this wasn't the first time I've heard something like that, but I'm still not comfortable talking about it considering all the implications.''

''But, you two are still as close; having a father-daughter relationship?'' Matt asked, lowering his hands. Sam closed her locker, then leaned against it.

''Yeah, I suppose we're like that… If anything, Will did mentor me, and…'' Sam trailed off, thinking back to her birthday present that was buried in the drawer in her room, a locket her mother bought her. She had left it there at some point after the fire in which Connor, Raven and Springtrap had perished, not wanting to carry it around for a very specific reason. However, now she had to wonder whether she should dig it out again and wear it. She took a deep breath. ''I guess I should just talk to him. I mean, Mum also knows what happened and she wasn't too upset about it.''

Matt was relieved to see that Sam had calmed down and wasn't angry at him anymore. ''I suppose that would be the best course of action. Speaking of which, where is Mr. Afton?''

''Will is at Freddy's, at his own request. He had figured that there is no point in spending the whole day home alone when I'm at school and Mum is at work,'' Sam told him, with the two starting to walk towards their classroom. ''I guess I have the whole day to think about how to start this conversation.'' She took a deep breath. ''I'm more anxious about this than the exam we have today.''

''Exam?'' Matt froze.

''Well, duh, the maths exam we have today,'' Sam said, a pained look forming on her expression. ''My head hurts from all the constant learning. I hate maths.''

''Oh, shoot, I totally forgot!'' Matt panicked, giving Sam an alarmed look. ''We have a free period before maths, right? Do you think I can do some quick studying at the library?''

''Uh, sure,'' Sam said, having to admit that she was both amused and feeling sorry for Matt about forgetting about an exam.

xXx

''When you close your eyes and you go to sleep; and it's down to the sound of a heartbeat. I can hear the things that you're dreaming about; when you open up your heart and the truth comes out!''

Springtrap was standing at the entrance to the back of the building, observing Freddy, Bonnie and Chica on the stage as they had started one of their performances for the audience. He recognized the song as Talking In Your Sleep by The Romantics, noting how, while the animatronics did have a song specifically written for them, they would also sing other songs, mostly older ones that sounded like what you would hear on the radio. Their audience didn't seem to care, evidenced by a group of small children attempting to dance in front of the stage, albeit with their dancing looking more like they were just jumping around.

''You tell me that you want me! You tell me that you need me! You tell me that you love me! And I know that I'm right, 'cause I hear it in the night!''

Springtrap noted how Freddy, Bonnie and Chica genuinely enjoyed themselves singing for the patrons, their movements being incredibly fluid, especially in comparison to the older generations of animatronics. The staff even gave Chica a tambourine, which she played in the rhythm of the song and to complete the band aesthetic with the microphone-wielding Freddy and guitar-playing Bonnie. As for Foxy, while he was on his own little stage, he was still singing along with them.

''I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep! I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep!''

Springtrap averted his gaze from the stage, leaning against the wall and folding his arms across his chest, staring instead at the hallway that led to the back of the building. There were other things on his mind, one of them being the fact that Sam was avoiding him once again right after he thought that they had repaired their relationship. He had decided to just give her space to process her thoughts and if she wanted to bring up the topic again, he was fine with talking to her. If she never wannted to address the topic again, he would be fine with it too.

''When I hold you in my arms at night! Don't you know you're sleeping in the spotlight! And all your dreams that you keep inside! You're telling me the secrets that you just can't hide!''

The other thing that was on his mind was that his own presence at Freddy's. He knew that, while people did ignore him as he kept to the parts of the building where he couldn't be seen, he did also overhear them talking about ''this weird bunny animatronic'' and wondering why he wasn't part of the main cast. He knew well that he needed a good excuse as to why he was here to not arouse any suspicion. Admittedly, neither the children and the staff cared that much, and the parents could make their own assumptions, but they would never know what was going on.

''You tell me that you want me! You tell me that you need me! You tell me that you love me! And I know that I'm right, 'cause I hear it in the night!''

However, Springtrap had planned on using the same excuse when he would infiltrate the Pizzaplex. If anyone questioned him, he could easily pretend that he was a member of the Showtime Animatronics, but the issue was that he didn't know what his role in the team would be. Nevertheless, he was certain that he would figure something out.

''Hey, Spring!''

Springtrap was startled when he heard someone calling out for him and quickly turned his head towards the source. To his surprise, he was met by a very familiar brother-sister duo, the twins Kathy and Kyle, whom he had met several months ago at Ricky's Wonder Shack after they were almost abandoned by their neglectful aunt.

''I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep! I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep! I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep! I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep!''

''We had no idea that you were also here!'' Kathy said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

''Yeah, Sam had told us that you were broken,'' Kyle added.

''Well, she had managed to fix me, but it took a while,'' Springtrap replied, going along with the excuse Sam had come up with.

''That's great! Are you going to join us?'' Kathy asked, pointing at a table in a far part of the room. Springtrap hadn't noticed it due to the angle of his own position, but he then spotted a group of adults and children talking over a cake. ''We have turned six today!''

''Yeah, and we got this awesome cake that Freddy had delivered! Do you want to see it?'' Kyle added.

''First of all, happy birthday!'' Springtrap congratulated them, with the twins responding with a joyful ''Thanks!''. He then continued, ''While I would like to see your birthday cake, I'm currently a bit busy.''

''With what?'' Kyle asked.

''It's… complicated,'' Springtrap responded. While he was genuinely happy to meet the two again, he didn't want to drag them into his own problems. He knew that their own family had dealt with a heavy loss only a few months ago, with the twins having lost their cousin to Connor, and both of them having witnessed his demise. They really didn't need him getting involved more than he already was in their lives.

''When you close your eyes and you fall asleep, everything about you is a mystery!''

''Why? Do you want to be on the stage with the others but you can't for some reason?'' Kathy inquired, only to gasp and clasp her hands at the sudden realization. ''Oh, you have stage fright!''

Springtrap snorted in amusement, shaking his head. ''No, I don't have stage fright. I just don't see myself singing along with them.''

''Then, what do you do?'' Kyle asked.

''You tell me that you want me! You tell me that you need me! You tell me that you love me! And I know that I'm right, 'cause I hear it in the night!''

''That's something I still need to figure out,'' Springtrap responded, only for Kathy to stare at him curiously.

''Then, do you know what happened to the children that went missing a long time ago?'' she asked.

Springtrap froze, and if he had a still beating heart, it probably would've stopped beating right this moment. He stared at Kathy, his eyes wide and a faint glow of purple shimmering within them. ''Why would you ask me something like that?''

''We had asked Terry to find out more about Freddy's and she found some guy on YouTube saying how bad things had happened here,'' Kyle explained. ''However, she turned the video off before we could learn more.''

''Yeah! She said that some bad, bad stuff happened here and that we are too young to watch stuff like that,'' Kathy added with a pout. Springtrap's eyes narrowed.

''I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep!''

''She is right. A lot of bad things happened at Freddy's, including children going missing,'' Springtrap told them. ''Remember what happened at Ricky's Wonder Shack?'' Kathy and Kyle nodded. ''Well, something similar happened at Freddy's in the past. However, no one is going to talk about it, especially not in front of two young children like you two.''

''Yeah, but we are six now!'' Kyle argued.

''I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep!''

''It doesn't matter whether you are six or sixty. There are some things people won't talk about, and you can't do anything about it,'' Springtrap responded in a firm tone. ''All you should worry about is to have fun while you're here. Freddy and his friends are going to be done soon with their performance, so you can play with them.''

''I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep!''

''Okay,'' Kyle replied in a disappointed tone, but Kathy wasn't giving up so easily.

''But, you do know what happened, don't you?'' she persisted. Springtrap simply nodded. ''How do you know?''

Springtrap's ears drooped as he realized that the twins weren't going to let this go so easily. He certainly was not going to tell them about him being the murderer who was responsible for the children's disappearances, but he also needed to find a way to give them a satisfying answer without revealing anything.

''I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep!''

''I…''he trailed off for a moment, only to realize what the perfect response to this question would be, as well as a foolproof cover for his own presence within the restaurant. ''That's because I'm a storyteller, so I have to know stuff like that.''

''Really? You mean a storyteller like Foxy?'' Kyle asked, with Springtrap being glad that he and his sister seemed to believe his lie.

''Yes, but unlike Foxy, my stories are really scary, so I can tell them only to people who are as old as Sam,'' he added. ''My programming doesn't allow me to say more.''

''I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep!''

''I see… That makes sense!'' Kathy said, satisfied with this answer. ''Is that why you're also hiding here? So little kids can't find you?''

''Yeah, and unfortunately for me, you have found me,'' Springtrap replied in a snarky tone. Kathy and Kyle just giggled in response. ''Anyways, you two should now run along. Enjoy your birthday while you can.''

''We will!''

''I hear the secrets that you keep…''

Springtrap leaned against the wall, listening to the music fading out, with Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy bowing as some people clapped, clearly loving their performance. He smirked at the realization that he had finally found a good cover story, even if the answer was quite obvious, but now he needed to work around it. However, he knew that it was something he could easily take advantage of.

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[skeletoninthemelonland]

I had a werid dream that I was part of the afton family and um springtrap kicked me out our house??? And then molten Freddy let me inside his um house?? I’m so confused but then again my dreams are always werid-

let's add to the Afton Family AU a "filler episode" where they are at home just chilling when someone knocks on their door. Springtrap gets up, walks to the front door and sees thousands of people, wanting to live with them and be part of the Afton Family

#also how molten freddy's house would look like? #and hey why would springtrap kick out what did you do #or is he just being rude >:( #inbox #anon

[trashyswitch]

The Ghosts of His Past

Part 2 to: Don't Release The Spirits! Link

William develops a relationship with the 5 ghost kids he originally killed. They spend time together, play games, and comfort each other when they're down. But another ghost comes out from the shadows, and immediately contradicts everything William had built up...

There is implied child murder, discussions about child murder, and implied suicide. If any of these topics bother you, you can either click off or read at your own risk.

It is still unknown whether a person’s soul lingers with their physical body. So far, the kids’ circumstance has proven it doesn’t. William had realized that despite the kids’ bodies being taken and properly dealt with for their funerals, their souls were no longer linked to their bodies long after being killed. The only body that still really existed within the Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria building, was William’s body. But that was only because his body was hidden too well for them to find. No one could tell that there was a body in that suit, unless they looked at the blood or actually opened the suit head. But William was a little nervous for that day to come. What if his soul was still linked to his body? And if so, then what would happen if he could feel the suit head being pulled off of him?! The thought terrified him.

It terrified him so much that he would spend some time just floating in the storage room, staring at the suit with blood surrounding it.

Today was one of those days where William would do this. He would just stare...stare until he couldn’t stare anymore. Soon, another ghost came floating through the door. “Hi William.” someone greeted.

William knew exactly who it was. “Hi Cassidy.” William replied. Cassidy was the only ghost that hasn’t called him Dad yet. She preferred to go by ‘Uncle William’ or ‘William’, depending on her mood during the day.

“Staring at your body again?” Cassidy asked. William gave her a slight nod. “Why? It’s just gonna make you feel worse.” Cassidy told him. “We didn’t spend hours looking at our bodies. Sure, we didn’t get to see them very much. But we didn’t dedicate time to stare at our bodies like you do.” Cassidy told him.

William sighed and rubbed his forehead. “I know.” William replied. “I know it’s just gonna make my thoughts whirl again. But...I’m nervous.” William admitted.

“Nervous you’re gonna feel your unconscious body’s pain?” Cassidy asked.

William looked at Cassidy and nodded.

Cassidy floated over to the body and dug her hand into the suit. William widened his eyes. “What- HEY! DON’T!” William shouted, before tensing up for the pain that was gonna hit him.

...But…

Nothing happened. William opened one eye and opened both when he realized Cassidy was still digging around. There was nothing. No pain. “...Wait…” William muttered, confused.

Cassidy removed her ghost hand and turned around. “See?” Cassidy revealed, showing her hands.

But...there was one tiny problem: her hands weren’t bloody.

“Why aren’t they bloody?” William asked. “And...If you’re a ghost, are you even able to interfere with my physical body?” William asked.

To further prove William wrong, Cassidy dug into the suit again and ripped out some wires and...Oh god...Was that-

William widened his eyes in horror and disgust. But...she was right. He wasn’t experiencing pain. “...Wow.” William reacted, looking down at himself. Nothing of his ghost body had changed.

“Now do you see?” Cassidy asked, throwing the mixed handful of guts aside. “No pain, no worries.” Cassidy replied. Even as she ridded her hand of the guts, her ghost hands were not covered in blood. Only the guts themselves were slightly bloody.

Cassidy floated to William. “Now come: You have a family to come home to.” Cassidy encouraged, grabbing his hand and floating through the door together.

Even though William’s body was still technically connected to the springtrap suit, William was still capable of moving away from the suit and onto the stage whenever he pleased. This stage became William and the kids’ shelter during their time spent in purgatory. So, that’s where they headed. William and Cassidy flew themselves through the stage curtains and observed the cute scenes within the stage: The kids had made 2 separate forts out of the worn out pair of torn red curtains that had been previously discarded in the storage room. They had multiple dining room chairs set up to keep the curtains up, and had half-deflated balloons as pillows for their forts. They had also hung up party banners as the fort curtain entrances, and used the leftover party hats to make their forts look more castle-like on the top.

“Sir Gabriel! The Mighty Men have broken our entrance walls!” Fritz told Susie.

“Oh no! I will start repairs right away!” Susie declared.

“But your Majesty! You’re the queen! How will you repair the walls if I’m fighting?” Fritz asked.

Cassidy smiled and grabbed the toolbox hammer. “Worry not, Soldier Fritz! I, The handy girl, is here to fix your walls!” Cassidy declared.

“Hallelujah!” Fritz declared.

Susie pouted. “I wanna fix the wall! Being a queen is boring. You can’t do anything!” Susie whined.

“You can help me, if you want to.” Cassidy offered. “I’ll let you hold the hammer too.” Cassidy offered.

Susie gasped and held her hands out for the hammer. Cassidy handed the hammer to her, and watched as the hammer weighed Susie right down to the ground. The hammer was just too heavy for her ghost hands to carry.

This ended up being a hilarious thing for William to watch: he let out a short laugh in reaction. Suddenly, Susie looked at William! “DAD’S BACK!” Susie shouted, throwing the hammer to the side and floating quickly to William. Cassidy yelped in surprise and tensed up for the hammer to hit her on the chest…

...Only for the hammer to float right through her body.

Cassidy opened her eyes and observed the hammer that was floating below her footless bottom. “...Oh.” She reacted. She had managed to forget she was a ghost and couldn’t actually get injured by physical objects.

William lifted Susie up and hugged her happily. “Hello Susie! Having fun?” William asked.

“Yes! We’re playing a game where a girl kingdom and a boy kingdom are fighting to take over the other!” Susie explained.

William giggled. “Yeah? Who’s winning so far?” He asked.

“THE BOYS!’ Jeremy yelled, sitting on the ‘throne’.

Fritz and Gabriel were doing a sword fight with wooden sticks and were being cheered on by Susie and Jeremy. It didn’t take long for the kids to throw their sticks back to their forts and for the kids to start wrestling.

“YES! SHOW FRITZ WHO’S BOSS!” Jeremy shouted.

“KICK HIM IN THE CROTCH, FRITZ!” Susie yelled.

“I CAN’T KICK HIM IN THE CROTCH! HE FEELS NO- EEK!” Fritz shouted to Susie, before being shoved to the ground by Gabriel.

“A-HA! I’ve GOT YOU NOW!” Gabriel declared.

“Not for long!” Fritz declared, before reaching her arm up to tickle him.

“Nope!” Gabriel declared, pushing her arm down. Fritz reached her other arm up. “Not happening!” Gabriel declared again, pushing her other arm down. But that didn’t stop the girl from leaning forward and blowing a raspberry on his neck! “BWAAAAHAHAHAHA!” Gabriel let go and floated away quickly. But Fritz was already up and chasing him! “WAIT! NO! FRITZ! STOP IT! EEEK!” Gabriel shouted amidst his quick ‘running’.

“Wow! For a person who’s part of the man side, you sure scream like a girl. Maybe you should join us!” Fritz suggested.

“NO! NEVER! I AM A BIG BOY!” Gabriel argued.

Fritz soon caught up to him and pinned him down. “About as big as a school desk.” Fritz replied with a smirk as she wiggled her fingers at him.

“Hey! That’s mean! I’m taller than a desk!” Gabriel argued.

“Fine. How about this: As big as a teacher’s desk?” Fritz offered.

Gabriel thought for a moment, and slowly nodded. “Okay. I can see tha- YAAAHAHAHAHA! EEEHEHEHEHEHE! FRIHIHIHIHITZ!” Gabriel shouted, laughing hysterically as Fritz drilled near his hips.

“Yes soldier?” Fritz replied.

“STAHAHAP TIHIHIHICKLIHIHING MEHEHEHEHE!” Gabriel begged.

“Do you accept defeat? Do the girls win this war?” Fritz asked.

“IHIHIHI…” Gabriel replied, not really sure what to do.

“DON’T GIVE UP, GABRIEL!” Jeremy called to him. “YOU CAN DO IT!”

“KEEP TICKLING HIM, FRITZ! GO FOR HIS NECK AGAIN!” Susie cheered on.

William was just giggling to himself as he watched the whole thing. If only the world wars had been fought like this...There would’ve been next to no bodies to clean up.

“OHOHOKAHAHAHAY! IHIHI GIHIHIHIVE UHUHUP! GIHIHIHIRLS WIHIHIHIN!” Gabriel finally gave up.

“Awwww…” Jeremy whined.

“YES! GIRLS WON! WE WON! GIRLS RULE! BOYS DROOL!” Susie shouted, standing up from her throne and jumping around.

William smirked and walked up behind her. “Now you be careful what you’re saying, Susie bear…” William warned with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

Susie’s cheering quickly paused as she realized who was behind her. Susie turned around and looked up to William. “...Oops.” Was all Susie said.

“Come here you!” William declared before picking her up. Susie let out giggles and quickly bursted out laughing as William lightly squeezed her lower ribs and skittered his fingers all over her belly. “Tickatickatickatickatickatick- atickatickatickatickatick!” William teased super quickly.

“EEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA! DAHAHAHAD NOHOHOHOHO!” Susie laughed.

“Dad nooo? That’s cute. Looks like poor Susie should’ve thought about that before you said that boys drool.” William suggested.

“BOYS! THE TICKLE MONSTER HAS SUSIE! DOGGIE PIIIILLLLE!” Fritz shouted.

Suddenly, there was a war cry of 4 other kids floating up to him super quickly before kitty slapping him. Though it took Cassidy’s hand to get William onto the ground, the kids did manage to get William down so they could doggy pile him.

“Help! I’m being doggy piled! aaAAAAH! Hahahaha! Ahahand tihihickled! HAHAHAhahaha!” William fake yelled, quickly falling into giggles and laughter.

“TICKLE ATTACK!” Cassidy declared before tickling his ribs and sides.

William squealed and bursted out laughing almost immediately. The kids quickly joined in, tickling his armpits, his hips, his feet, and his neck. Fritz had started going for the abs as well, which ended up being the best choice she’s ever made. “HAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHO AHAHAHABS! NOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHABS!” William screamed.

“Oooh! A keypad!” Fritz declared. Fritz started poking and pressing roughly on the abs like a telephone keypad. “Beep beep beep, beep beep beep, beep beep beep beep!” Fritz teased. William threw his head back and bursted into cackles. Fritz made her hand into a phone symbol. “Hello? Oh HI! Is this the tickle monster?” Fritz teased, looking at William from the corner of her eye.

“STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!” William begged.

“Perfect! He is here, and ripe for the tickling.” Fritz replied to the fake voice on the other line.

“COHOHOME OHOHON GUHUHUYS! IHIHIHI NEHEHEED AHA BREHEHEHEAK!” William begged.

Jeremy and Susie both bursted out laughing. “No you don’t! You’re a ghost just like us! You don’t need air!” Gabriel argued amidst his own laughing.

William looked at himself and realized: Yeah...he’s right. “BUHUHUHUT STIHIHIHILL! IHIHI’M GOHOHONNA GEHEHEHET YOHOU GUYS BAHAHAHACK!” William told them.

Susie giggled. “I know.” She replied.

Suddenly, Fritz started clawing and spidering her fingers all over William’s abs! “eeEEEEHEHEHEHEHE! HAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO SPIHIHIDERIHIHIHIHIHING!” William pleaded.

“Is poor Papa afraid of spiders?” Fritz teased.

“AHAHAHA LIHIHIHITTLE.” William replied.

“Oh no!” Fritz reacted, looking at the other kids with a wink. “Guess we’d better get more spiders crawling around, then.” Fritz replied, wiggling her fingers like spiders to show the kids what to do.

William’s eyes widened in fear as he stared at the kids’ signalling. He knew EXACTLY what they were planning, and he knew he was gonna love it, AND hate it all at once. Suddenly, all 5 kids spidered their fingers all over William’s sides, belly, ribs, hips, armpits and neck. William was laughing and wiggling around absolutely everywhere! It was hilarious for the kids to see him wiggling around like a fish out of water, and even MORE hilarious watching him wave away the spiders that weren’t really spiders.

“Hmm? What’s going on?” a voice asked. The kids suddenly stopped their tickle attack and looked to their right:

There, rubbing their eye, was the ghost of a tiny girl with long brown hair, and a red wound on the right side of her right chest. The rest of the ghosts flew over to her.

“Hi Charlie!” Cassidy greeted.

“Sorry Charlie.” Susie immediately apologized.

William was still quite giggly from the tickle attack. He was holding himself in the fetal position and letting out the leftover giggles that were still in his lungs. He didn’t even realize there was another ghost on the stage.

Charlie smiled at the two forts. “I see you guys are having fun.” Charlie said to them.

“We were playing war kingdoms!” Jeremy declared.

“And the girls won!” Susie added.

Charlie giggled. “That’s great!” she said.

Soon, William finally calmed down enough to sit himself up. “Who’s he-” William paused his words when he realized just who he was looking at. She was completely familiar to him. He knew this ghost all to well. But...How did…

Charlie turned to look at William and widened her eyes as well. She backed up slightly gasped in fear. “Get behind me.” Charlie ordered the rest of the ghosts.

“It’s okay, Charlie. He’s-” Jeremy tried.

“Behind me. Now.” Charlie ordered again, glaring at Jeremy.

Jeremy, and the rest of the ghosts went behind Charlie before Charlie threw her arms out to the side to guard them from the murderer. “Uncle. William. Afton.” Charlie said slowly, her strong voice covering up the fear she felt. “Father to Elizabeth and Michael...Best friends with my Father...And Co-founder of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza.” Charlie explained.

William snapped out of his thoughts. “I...Charlotte-”

“CHARLIE.” she shot back.

William backed up slightly in fear, and looked away for a moment. “Ch...Charlie.” He said, growing more and more afraid of her.

Charlie noticed this and lightened up her facial expression. “Afraid?” Charlie asked.

William nodded his head. “And confused. I killed you outside the building. Why would you cling to the building?” William asked.

“You think I had a choice?” Charlie asked. She looked at the music box and pointed to it. “My soul possessed one of your animatronics.” Charlie explained. “That kept my soul in the Pizzeria.” She explained. “These souls possessed your animatronics too.” Charlie explained.

She started pointing to the kids and stating which animatronic they became.

She pointed to Jeremy first. “Bonnie.” Charlie said.

She pointed to Gabriel. “Freddy Fazbear.” Charlie said.

She pointed to Susie. “Chica.” Charlie said.

She pointed to Fritz. “Foxy.” Charlie said.

She pointed to Cassidy. “Golden Freddy.” Charlie said.

And lastly, she pointed to herself. “Marionette.” Charlie said.

William’s eyes widened in horror.

Then, Charlie looked to the souls. “You guys were tickling him. Spending time with him. Treating him...like he didn’t end your lives.” Charlie reacted calmly.

William looked away.

Fritz stepped up. “He feels remorse for what he did.” Fritz told her. “He apologized for ending our lives. The reason why he did it was because he wanted his own family.” Fritz explained.

William tensed his face. Charlie frowned and looked at William. “You had your own family! What was wrong with the family you had?!” Charlie asked.

William looked away.

“And I still don’t understand why you killed me.” Charlie added.

Fritz’s eyes widened. “He killed you too?!” Fritz reacted.

“Yes. I was his first murder.” Charlie replied.

“...Oh.” Fritz replied.

“...Well, he’s dead now too.” Gabriel told her.

“How? And why here, surrounded by the ghosts of the children you killed?” Charlie asked.

William looked up a little, but still refused to look at her. “I springlocked myself.” He replied. “I triggered the springlock suit in the office, and...died.” William replied.

“Why?” Charlie asked. “Did you finally feel bad about all the crimes you committed? Did you feel like you couldn’t handle jail life?” Charlie asked.

William slightly smiled. “I ended my life because I had nothing else left to lose.” William replied. “My daughter is dead, my youngest is dead, and my wife is dead too. Michael is the only one living at this point. Living with the guilt of his family, and struggling to make his own life out of the rubble I left him in.” William explained.

Charlie lifted her eyebrows slightly. “And how in the world did all that occur? Hm?” Charlie asked.

William frowned and glared at her. “You don’t deserve to know.” William shot at her. “I want you to know that keeping your death nice and quick was a mercy move I purposefully made. Your murder could’ve been much more painful.” William told her.

Charlie’s eyes widened in surprise. Did...did he really just say that? “And how was a 3 year old supposed to know that the way you killed me, was ‘merciful’?! How would you feel if my father came up behind you with a knife and ended your life without a second thought?!” Charlie yelled.

William softened his expression a little and looked away. He knew Charlie would be hurt. He knew Charlie would be angry at him if they reunited. He knew this all along. But William didn’t know that Charlie had become one with the pizzeria. He never knew.

...Perhaps he should’ve...

#fluff and angst #ticklefic #switch!william #switch!children

[xbrittaniax]

FNaF: The Rules have changed ch.3

[Disclaimer: This chapter Is pretty long, Sitting at 3,228 words, Not counting this message, So heads up!]

Clank clank clank clank

The sound echoed in Scott's head as he tried his hardest to stay focused, Most of his current routine- Checking pirate cove, Checking the door lights and locking out the Animatronics; He did out of instinct, So he didn't have to worry too much if he had a small gap in concentration. Scott slumped over his desk, Exhausted both mentally and physically from the last three hours of the shift, At this point he was highly considering letting them come get him but his Stubbornness wouldn't allow It. The Animatronics had been very active for him, He had quite a few close calls with them, Even Foxy wasn't cutting him any slack tonight. He kept having to lunge out of his chair to slam down on the left door button.

His absence from the conversation was worrying the other two night guards, Especially Jeremy, Who had been hearing giggling all night. He groaned softly and put his camera down, Trying to shake the sound out of his head. "Scott? Are you okay? Y-You've been really quiet." Jeremy asked, warily trying to hunt down the source of the giggling. "Nobody was caught right?"

"Right." Mike mumbled, Shutting out Chica.

"Huh? Oh... Yeah I'm fine, Just... Concentrating too hard." He realized his instincts were however beginning to fail him, As he didn't check the cove in a while, and Quickly he switched to the feed to find Foxy had left. "Shit shit shit shit shit!" he sprung up out of his seat and slammed down on the left door button just in time as Foxy began to bang on the door.

"Uh, You don't sound okay..." Mike chuckled.

"Sh-Shut up... I almost had a heart attack." Scott groaned, returning to his seat. He clutched his chest as he tried to calm his rapid breathing. He began to wonder if this was the night he was going to get caught.

"Scott, You're starting to worry me." Jeremy frowned as he set the tablet down on the desk.

"I'm.. Okay, I guess my heart just isn't in it today." He slammed down the right door button as he spoke.

"Why? Did something disheartening happen?"

"We mean, Aside from being hunted by Animatronics all night." Mike smirked.

"Um, You could say that."

Jeremy quickly closed both doors and hid under his desk. "Guys, Please tell me i'm not the only one who heard that giggling!"

"Uh, 'Fraid so Jeremy..." Mike murmured in response.

"Wait, Which feed did you hear it from?" Scott asked wearily, Picking up his tablet and switching to the feed outside Jeremy's office.

"F-From Cam 2B..."

Scott froze as he came to a realization. "Jeremy... Please tell me you still have the camera on."

"N-No? Why?"

"Jeremy, Get the hell out of there. Just make a break for one of our stations." Scott instructed urgently, Jeremy was about to press the matter but peaking under the desk he saw a pair of golden bear feet, He felt like passing out upon seeing this.

"S-Scott... Something's in my office." He wheezed quietly, Feeling his eyes fill with tears as he hid further in the corner of the desk.

"I know, That's golden Freddy." Phone guy explained. "The cheeky bastard likes to lurk outside your door and wait until your guard is down. Just run while you still can."

"I can't, I'm under my desk, I'm trapped." He hugged his knees to his chest and quietly gasped as the Animatronic started to move. It seemed to be slowly moving around Jeremy's office, As If looking for something. Jeremy heard the power shut down to his office and darkness flooded the room, Luckily the mechanical footsteps grew further and further away.

Jeremy took his chance, He crawled out from under his desk and booked It towards Mike's office, But unfortunately on his way there he had bumped Into Foxy who had been on his way back to the cove. The Fox Animatronic came to a dead halt, And Jeremy was too petrified to move.

"Uh, Scott, Check the Party room feed."

Phone guy flipped his camera to the party room, And there Jeremy was. Standing face to face with Foxy. "Oh boy..."

Foxy began to say something, But Jeremy shrieked and sprinted towards the closest Office -- Which just so happened to be Mike's. He stumbled on his way In and went crashing to the floor with Mike who broke his fall unwillingly. Mike groaned In pain, But sobered when he heard Heavy footsteps approaching his right door. "God Dammit!" He swore, Bolting up to the door and Slamming on the button before the Animatronic got any closer.

Mike slid down the door and sighed In relief, Though that relief was short lived when he realized he had broke the golden rule again; 'No Swearing'. This made him swear again Internally. "Jesus Jeremy! You almost got us both caught!"

Jeremy was still sitting in the Fetal position, In a shaking heap on the floor. Clearly In shock.

Laughter rang out through the office, Startling Mike, But not Jeremy, He knew It was Phone guy.

"What the hell? Did you get caught over there?" Mike pulled himself back up and sat down In his chair.

"No..." He chuckled. "It's just that watching Timid Jeremy shoulder rush his way past three Animatronics on his way to your office was amusing. That's all."

"I didn't find It funny," Mike pouted, Crossing his arms. "I think he bruised a couple ribs."

"I think he bruised more than your ribs."

"Shut up!"

All while this exchange was going down, Mike had forgotten about the left door, And Jeremy had been too frozen with fear to check It himself... Big mistake. Jeremy felt two giant plush hands wrap around his arms and yank him out of the room, He screamed and began kicking, Alarming his two Coworkers.

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" Jeremy screamed as he was dragged quickly towards the show stage, Mike had made a lunge for him but was too late.

"Scott, What the hell do we do??"

"I don't know. Jeremy Isn't In any real danger though."

"That still has to be terrifying for the poor boy." Mike frowned, Finding the show room feed on his Surveillance system. They watched as Jeremy was hoisted onto the stage by Bonnie, The purple rabbit handed him a Guitar and patted his head.

"Alright, Let's rock out buddy! Can you follow along?"

The blond was completely dumbfounded and terrified at the same time, He didn't respond he just stared at the Animatronic. What kind of game Is this?

"It's okay, I won't hurt you!" Bonnie chirped cheerfully. "I just want to play. Are you ready?"

Jeremy nodded slowly. Bonnie nodded his head once and strummed a string, Then watched the Shaky Night guard; Waiting for him. Jeremy pieced It together after a moment that Bonnie wanted him to repeat after him, So he found that same string and strummed It cautiously. "Good! Just keep following along!" Bonnie Instructed, Beginning to play a song slowly, With Jeremy following along less Melodiously. It went on for a bit, But at some point Jeremy fumbled a chord causing Bonnie to immediately stop playing music. "Yikes, That wasn't the right string."

Jeremy yelped as The Animatronic leaned closer to observe him. Jeremy was on the brink of tears. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to--"

"Hey, It's okay! Everyone messes up. Don't be so hard on yourself." Bonnie tweaked the Night Guard's side, Drawing another yelp from him but this time for a different reason. "Lighten up!"

Jeremy tried to back away but The Purple Bunny wasn't about to let that happen, He hooked his arm around Jeremy's waist and spun him around before pinning him against him. He snuck his free hand up his shirt and began to scribble a single soft and plush finger against the Young man's side, Drawing squeaky and shaky giggles from Jeremy.

- Mike and Scott had been too preoccupied to pay attention to what was happening to Jeremy, The moment Mike swore, It got back to Toy Freddy and well... He was hunting him currently, Forcing Mike to keep his right door closed. and Scott was currently struggling to keep Chica, Foxy and Mangle out of his room. Foxy had visited twice already, And by the way the Pirate cove curtains rustled, It was about to be three visits. "What's gotten Into these Animatronics!? They're going nuts tonight!" Mike groaned In frustration, Cautiously eyeing his power meter.

"You don't say!" Scott yelped In surprise when he heard Mangle In his doorway, He lunged for the door and slammed down on the button Just in time. Just when he took a moment to let out the breath he had been holding... He heard It.

Bang... Bang... Bang...

"Uh, Scott? What the hell was that? It sounds like something Is hitting a wall."

Oh no... Scott peered his head out the right door and looked to the end of the hallway, The boards, They were rattling with each loud thump. "Springtrap, Deactivate!" He tried, But It continued for another minute, After a few more attempts It seemed to stop. Scott could have passed out at the amount of relief. It was short lived however...

"Hi there! Would you like to join me for a pizza party?" Chica sang cheerfully, Only then did Scott realize he was almost halfway out of his office...

-

Jeremy was full on hysterically laughing when Bonnie tickled his stomach, The texture of his fur reminded Jeremy of a feather duster or something along those lines, It was maddening. He had tried sinking to the ground to get away but Bonnie followed, Basically cradling him In his lap as he teased the Blond. "Tickle tickle tickle! I've got you now~ You can't get away!" He cooed teasingly.

"BOHOHOHONNIEHEHEHE! PLEheheHEHEHEASE!" He struggled to speak coherent sentences, He couldn't focus long enough to finish his pleas.

"Please what? Please tickle me some more? Okay! I can do that!" Bonnie chuckled, His other hand joining In to spider at his side and ribs.

"EEEHEHE NOHOHOHOHO! THAHAHAT'S NAHAHAT WHAT I MEHEHEHEAHAHANT! AHAHAHAHAHA!" Jeremy squealed adorably, Writhing around like a worm on a hook trying to escape the devilish fingers.

"I'm sorry, I can't understand you, You're laughing too hard!" Jeremy could practically hear a grin In his voice, Before he could try again with his pleas, Bonnie's fingers began strumming against Jeremy's stomach as If he was playing the guitar. "Hey, I got a new Guitar! I think I like the sound this one puts off more than my other one's."  He tried pushing at the Animatronic hands that tormented him, But they didn't budge. If anything, This only encouraged Bonnie.

Jeremy gave up, Slumping back against Bonnie's arm as he laughed his heart out, His muscles felt like Jelly from struggling.

- Scott felt waves of Terror washing over him as he stared at Chica, Unable to move. He now realized how Jeremy must of felt with a formerly murderous Animatronic literally towering over you.

"Come on, Join me! No one else wants to play with me..." She sounded as though she were pouting, Before He could respond Foxy came bursting Into the room ungracefully, Startling Chica and Scott both. Scott came back to his senses and took off past Chica, Narrowly avoiding being caught by her once she came to her senses.

Think fast!

Scott ran Into the former parts and service room and locked the door behind him, Sliding down the door slowly as he clutched his chest. He quickly scanned around, But there didn't appear to be any Animatronics In the room. He tried to force his heartbeat to slow down.

That was too close...

Mike was counting down the minutes, Oblivious to anything happening outside his office. "Just a little bit longer..." He mumbled, Checking the cameras. He saw that Jeremy was still laughing his head off, And He noticed Scott was In parts and service, Which drew a lot of confusion from the brunette.

The Screens went black, Indicating that his power had gone out, And In walked Toy Freddy with a menacing look In his eyes. "No no no no no no!" Mike backed up quickly, Stumbling as he did and landing with an ungraceful thud, He shrieked as Toy Freddy lunged for him.

But the bells rang before he could reach him, And soon all the Animatronics reset. "Oh thank God..." He sighed deeply, falling back against the floor. Jeremy soon stumbled In to check on Mike.

"I've never been so glad to hear those Bells." Jeremy panted, He looked completely disheveled from his messy hair to his now wrinkled shirt. He sat down against the wall next to Mike as he collected himself.

"Right? That was way too close..." Mike added.

Scott came shakily walking up to them, His skin pale from the fear still, He slid down the wall across from Jeremy and Sat with the other two.

"Scott? Are you okay?" Mike Turned over on his stomach and propped himself up with his elbows, An unusual note of genuine concern rang out in his voice.

"Y-Yeah... J-Just... Forgot how terrifying they are... Despite the update." He forced a smile.

"I thought you said you don't get anxious or scared after years of working here?"

"I lied." He said quietly, Looking down at the floor.

There was silence after that, Although that wasn't the only thing. He was also still reeling from Springtrap trying to make his escape. Jeremy scooted over next to Scott and rested his head against his shoulder. "It's okay, They look pretty scary." He yawned. "But they actually aren't as bad as they look." He closed his eyes.

Yeah, They aren't. But Springtrap wasn't fitted with the same programming as the others, As far as Scott was aware. Footsteps could be heard coming from the Office out Into the hallway - and Yes, He had to step over Mike In the process. "Whoa, What happened to you three?" Fritz asked.

"Rough night." Mike said, Pushing himself up and stretching, His back popped loudly a few times as he did. "I think I'm gonna get out of here, Jeremy? You coming?" He reached down and brushed against Jeremy's shoulder, Awakening the Blond again.

"Yeah," He took Mike's hand and stood up, Then they both looked at Scott. "Scott?"

The Raven haired night guard shook his head. "I'm gonna stay over and help Day shift for a little bit."

"Really??" Fritz's face lit up with excitement, He could barely contain the urge to jump up and down excitedly.

Scott nodded, Slowly standing. "Against my better judgement..." He really didn't think he could sleep after tonight anyway, Besides, He needed to talk to Vincent about Springtrap.

"Alright, Well see you tonight." Jeremy waved, Turning to leave.

"Later, Phone guy." Mike grinned, Turning and leaving as well. Scott rolled his eyes at the nickname, But couldn't help but grin In amusement.

Scott helped Fritz and the other day shifters get the place ready for the day, With Vincent coming In at Fritz's usual time spot of Eight o'clock. He went Into the office and set his coffee down, Scott walked In and waited for him to notice him, But Vincent was too preoccupied with checking the Soundboard. "Vince?"

Didn't hear him. He sighed and got closer, Tapping his shoulder. Vincent nearly hit the ceiling, He whipped around and looked at Scott wide eyed, Once he realized he wasn't In any danger he let out a breath and held his chest over his heart. "Jesus Christ! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Scott couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. "Oh, You think that's funny do you?" He got a dark look In eyes, But the smirk betrayed it.

Scott froze, "Um, No?" He tried, Mustering up an innocent smile. But when he saw Vincent getting closer to him, He began to back away.

"Oh, So now you're lying too, Huh?" Purple guy inched closer. "You're so gonna get It."

Scott screamed and went running down the hall with Vincent chasing after him, Fritz and the others watched on with amusement. "Get away!" He yelled, Turning a sharp corner, Effectively placing a table between him and Vince.

Purple guy scoffed, Simple Diving across the table and latching onto Scott's shoulders as he hit the floor, Taking the other night guard down with him. "Tsk... Tsk... Tsk..." Vincent shook his head as he pinned Scott down. "After all these years of working with me, You still forget It's not wise to mock me." Phone guy squirmed helplessly, Pushing at Vincent's shoulders with no effect.

"Come on, Quit It! Your reaction was just a little funny. That certainly doesn't warrant-- Aah!" Scott shrieked, His arms snapping down against his ribs, Blocking most of them. Except for the bottom set that Vincent was attacking. "Noho, Stop It!" He bit down on his lip to keep from laughing, But this seemed to only encourage the Mischievous Night guard.

"I think that certainly DOES Warrant getting tickled," Vincent snickered, His hands diving underneath his shirt, Playing the ribs he could still access like a piano. He payed special attention to the spots between his ribs. "I have to remind you that you shouldn't mess with me every so often." He winked.

Scott lost It, He threw his head back as laughter bubbled freely from him. "Nohohohohohoho! Thihihihis Isn't fahahahahair!" He whined, Squirming around to no avail. Vince reached back with one hand and began squeezing his knee, Drawing a sharp gasp followed by loud laughter as he kicked his leg uselessly. "NONONONO STAHAHAHAP!"

"I dunno... I really think I shouldn't." Vince shrugged, Grinning evilly. his other hand leaving Scott's ribs to squeeze the soft muscles in his inner thigh, Causing the other Night Guard to shriek then fall Into Hysterics. He tried to throw Vince off, But he wouldn't budge.

"VIHIHIHIHNCE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Nope." Vincent grinned, Continuing.

In a last ditch effort, Scott reached up and buried his fingers in Vince's sides. This action drew a few snickers as he quickly grabbed Scott's wrists and yanked his hands away. "You're really asking for It, Aren't cha?"

"Hey guys, It's almost time to open up." Fritz spoke up.

Scott breathed heavily, His body practically limp from exhaustion from both the tickling and the Night he had.

"Fine," Vincent released his hands. "But this isn't over." He got off of him and stood up, Offering a hand to pull Scott up since he didn't think he could stand on his own anymore. Scott hesitantly took his hand and got to his feet, Then followed Vince back to the Office to inform him of what went on that night.

They went to examine the boarded room, The boards were barely on the walls. Purple guy fixed the boards and stepped back to review his work. "Vince, You could put a chain lock on that and he would still break out." Scott Informed.

"Yeah, But the Boards might slow him down." He suggested with a shrug.

Nine o'clock hit and Scott decided to leave for the day, He had a feeling The new boards wouldn't make much difference. He really had a bad feeling about tonight... Would tonight be the night that Springtrap escaped? Who knows...

#fnaf #nightguard #tickle fic #tickling #five nights at freddy's #bonnie #jeremy fitzgerald #mike schmidt #phoneguy #purpleguy

[winteriron-trash]

Ok, so that fanfic questions ask meme? You wanna do ALL OF THEM?!

YES, LET’S DO IT, HERE WE GO, PREPARE YOURSELF I’m copy and pasting answers I’ve already done just so I don’t have to retype them and there’s a break because god this got long. I might link this on my About Me post, cause holy shit I spent time on this

1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?

Actual fandom? Probably DC. That’s when I started reading fanfiction and really poked my head around online communities dedicated to media and all.

2. What is your latest fandom?

I don’t know, probably Marvel? Maybe Riverdale, but I was a fan of the comics before so

3. What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in?

If I’m assuming this question is about the actual fandom and not the source material and the people in the fandom and its community as a whole? Probably the Percy Jackson fandom. Not really into it anymore so I don’t know the state of it now, but it was a pretty wholesome and positive community. Any community that calls it’s creator “Uncle Rick” has gotta be pretty dope.

4. Do you regret getting involved in any fandoms?

Oh lord save my soul for admitting I like this, but definitely Five Nights at Freddy’s. The indie gaming, creepypasta, underground subculture as a whole is something I regret getting into. Don’t get me wrong, I usually love the source material, but the fandom is just so bad. You probably know what I’m talking about, the fangirls who insist they’re insane and are in love with Slenderman or something.

But specifically on FNaF, lord, I don’t even know what the fandom is anymore. It’s a meme, a fetish, and a hellspace all at once. And I’m not gonna fucking lie, I’ve been in this hellhole long before any of that. Like, I can’t even try to escape it, I’m in it for the long haul. I was just someone who joined for the lore and now we’re here with fucking casual bongos and trash gang and fuck I didn’t ask for this. I can’t escape. I know so fucking much about the franchise it hurts my fucking soul. I remember when the FNaF 2 trailer came out and we were all micro-analyzing London Bridge Is Falling Down. I remember when Springtrap didn’t have a name and we called that fucking Spring Bonnie or Golden Bonnie. I survived that era and I have PTSD from it, trust me. I remember when we were naive enough to think FNaF 3 was the last game. I know what channels were born and what channels died because of that series. I know it all.

I’m sorry, I got off topic. BUT I DON’T GET TO FUCKING RANT ABOUT IT ENOUGH, FUCKING FUCKSHIT

Oh, and a lot of bandoms I was in too. I went through an alt phase where I’d only listen to shit like BVB, BMTH, MCR, PTV, SWS, and so on. Once again, that sort of fandom was the same as the indie/creepypasta in being ‘different’ and ‘insane’ and all that and I was no different. I was a weird fucking kid when I was like 13. I regret all of it.

5. Which fandoms have your written fanfiction for?

Marvel, DC, and a couple Riverdale. 

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

Not in many fandoms but

Marvel - WinterIronDC - SuperbatStar Trek Voyager - Captain Janeway/Seven of NinePercy Jackson - Solangelo

7. List your NoTPs from each fandom you’ve been in.

Marvel - Stucky, Stuckony, Romanogers, Clintasha, any incest ones, (save me for admitting this) SpideypoolDC - Any batboys shipped together, Bruce/Talia

And I don’t really have NOTPs for my other fandoms? Marvel and DC are really the only two things I’m invested in the fandom of. I guess you could count Wincest as well for Supernatural.

8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom?

What even is my latest fandom? Um, we’ll just say Marvel because I’m really not into joining fandoms much anymore. Honestly, I was a big DC fan who felt the need to hate Marvel because no shit. Eventually, I just got sick of the absolute shit movies DC had and I decided I had nothing to lose by just watching Iron Man. When I watched it I realized “wow, superhero movies can actually be good???” and I just binged the entire MCU in one month and was ready to see the next movie in theatres and I think I’ve seen every single MCU movie in theatres since Civil War? Definitely since Homecoming. I gave up on DC movies. The new Aquaman looks like shit, I’m so fucking pissed they redid Mera’s look when she looked perfectly fucking fine before and now she’s oversexualized and it’s gross. I’m excited for the new DC Batwoman TV show because I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO SEE A LIVE ACTION BATWOMAN SINCE THE DAWN OF FUCKING TIME

9. What are the best things about your current fandom?

Probably the Tony Stark Defense Squad. As a collective whole, I think the Defense Squad is one of the sweetest, nicest corners of the fandom. We’re incredibly kind to each other, write great meta and fic, and it’s just a great community. Of course, there are assholes, but you know.

I might get flamed for saying this, but also the HYDRA Trash Party corner of the fandom is actually really nice? Like, they understand consent and abuse aftermath and all the real shit better than the rest of the fandom, not gonna lie. Like, for as dark as the fic is you’d expect the people to be fucking nasties, but I have never met a rude HTP enthusiast. Or even one who’s unaware of how consent and whump work. They’re all very aware and kind. It’s bizarre, considering the source material. They get an awful rep though.

10.  Is there a fandom you read fic from but don’t write in?

Literally any fandom I’m in besides Marvel and DC. I think I wrote like 2 Riverdale fics. Getting into reading fanfic and getting into writing fanfic are two entirely different ballparks. I don’t really read that much fanfic anyway, especially not anymore. I read Marvel and DC, but even then. I think it’s hard because sometimes you can’t switch off the whole ‘reading like a writer’ thing. That’s why I enjoy classic literature. I’m a slut for some good ass prose and symbolism.

11. Who is your current OTP?

WinterIron, of ducking course.

12. Who is your current OT3?

I’m not really a fan of OT3s, to be honest, I find I’m personally pretty weak with writing poly relationships and I don’t really enjoy reading them because one character is usually focused on a lot more than the other two. But if I had to pick, I would say T’Challa/M’Baku/Bucky only because I am solely responsible for the creation of that abomination and you have no idea how much people begged me for a series after the first one, it astounded me.

13. Any NoTPs?

As before listed, Stucky, Stuckony, Spideypool, Clintasha, Romanogers

14. Go on, who are your BroTPs?

IronWidow is my top BroTP, but I also like WinterWidow as a BroTP. Stucky is good as a BroTP too, as well as Tony & Rhodey.

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?

Literally any ship I have. Yall I’ve been here since WinterIron was obscure. But to name a specific one I’m just gonna go with Pietro/Tony. I don’t know, I just had an idea I was writing for them and I was thinking about how much missed out potential there was between them. And with Pietro as a whole, but you know. Marvel has to kill off the only good Maximoff they had.

Oh, Natasha/Pepper too, but they aren’t as obscure, I guess.

16. Are their any popular ships in your fandom which you dislike?

Stucky, clearly.

17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite?

Stony, and no. They fell apart for me, at least MCU-wise.

18. What ship have you written the most about?

By now, WinterIron, I believe. I recently passed my count of fics for Superbat.

19. Is there a ship which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them?

Pepperony, probably. I think it’s actually a cute and sweet ship and I like their in-canon moments, but I just can’t get behind reading fanfic of them? It never works out for me, I don’t really get it. It sucks because I do enjoy seeing their cute moments.

20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking?

I’ll do a different answer I thought of besides the first time I answered this. But Thruce was a big shocker for me. I didn’t even think about it during Ragnorak but then I saw an incorrect quote for it and I was like? Oh? This? This is a good, pure ship right here. The funny thing is, I actually wrote a fic with them as a side ship long before they hit it big so like, I was shocked when they came out of nowhere. But hey, I’m fucking here for it. I’ll probably never write it, but I’m here for it. 

21. What was the first fanfic you ever wrote?

Goodnight, My Angel. It was a Superbat fic and really sad, but I still love it.

22. Is there anything you regret writing?

Probably... You Deserve Love And You’ll Get It. No, I won’t link it because I hate it that much. I’m not even gonna talk about it.  It’s my most popular fic too why

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.

Super dorky, but The (Un)Wanted Kiss. It’s my first finished chapter fic, and the first chaptered fic I did on Tumblr and it just brings me a lot of nostalgia. It reminds me of where I was as a writer when I started it and it was an entire fic spawned from people wanting more of a simple 500-word prompt and that just blows my mind. It reminds me of the power of fans and how much love and support I got from it. It really kicked me off as a “serious fanfic writer” I think.

24. What fic do you desperately need to rewrite or edit?

All You Are Is All I Need. That is a hot fucking mess. Probably The Red Halo too.

25. What’s your most popular fanfic?

*sigh* You Deserve Love And You’ll Get It

26. How do you come up with your fanfic titles?

I bullshit my way through them. My most recent fics have actually followed a trend of being named after songs.

27. What do you hate more: Coming up with titles or writing summaries?

Summaries. I always make them so fucking corny, I hate it.

28. If someone were to draw a piece of fanart for your story, which story would it be and what would the picture be of?

One Foot In Front Of The Other, probably. Just because I want more fem!WinterIron fanart. I can’t say what scene because spoilers but.... yeah, anything from that would be great, really.

29. Do you have a beta reader? Why/Why not?

Sort of. I make some of my friends like Pizza read over my shit before I post it, but that’s not often, only when I think I need it. I don’t just because I write a lot and I’d feel bad for constantly annoying someone with making them read everything I write. I hate inconveniencing people.

30. What inspires you to write?

The better question is what doesn’t. I never stop thinking like a writer. My brain forgot how to turn off that feature.

31. What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing?

Ummmm, I can’t think of an exact thing? I get so many beyond sweet comments and messages, it’s hard to pin down one comment. I think if I had to pick, I once got a message from someone on Tumblr who was old enough to be my mother complimenting me and telling me I didn’t write like a teenager and I think that was really sweet.

32. Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you?

Yes, yes, yes, yes. And honestly, any genre. I listen to everything. Everything. But specifically, Emilie Autumn has inspired a lot ideas/fics I’ve written.

33. Do you write oneshots, multi-chapter fics or huuuuuge epics?

All of the above.

34. What’s the word count on your longest fic?

Around 23k, I think?

35. Do you write drabbles? If so, what do you normally write them about?

Yes, and whatever I get prompted for, really.

36. What’s your favourite genre to write?

For fanfiction, I guess romance? I mean, that’s really all my fanfiction is. Otherwise, I’ll write quite literally any genre I feel like. I go wherever an idea takes me. I’m character based, not genre or plot based.

37. First person or third person - what do you write in and why?

Third. I fucking despise 1st person. I just do. That’s an entire rant we ain’t here for today.

38. Do you use established canon characters or do you create OCs?

Usually canon characters. I only use an OC when I absolutely have to, to make the plot do the plot stuff.

39. What is you greatest strength as a writer?

Nothing. My writing sucks. All of it is shit.

40. What do you struggle the most with in your writing?

Everything. I screech the most about pacing and sentence structures though.

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

Most of these are actually on my to-read list but whatever.

Winter's End by ali_aliska Winter is Coming (aka Fifty First Avengers Dates) by 27dragons, tisfan My Love is Vengeance by seikaitsukimizu The caged Hawk by asamandra Fertile Ground by 27dragons, tisfan

42. List and link to 5 fanfiction authors who are amazing:

27dragons tisfanChiaki_Hamano arianapeterson19 thepartyresponsible

43. Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you?

Not really? I’m not knocking any of the other ‘big names’ in the Marvel fandom, but I don’t really draw inspiration from other fanfic writers. Not for plot, and definitely not for writing style. I get inspiration from fanart I see sometimes, but it’s never one main artist who I stalk to be inspired, just whatever I happen across online.

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention?

WinterIron, duh. I will not rest until WinterIron is the biggest ship in the Marvel fandom.

45. What is your all time favourite fanfic?

I’ve mentioned this fic before and honestly, it hasn’t been topped yet, but  In the Company of Monsters by Chiaki_Hamano. It’s not even a Marvel fic, and it’s not even a ship I like, but god, I fucking adore it. I’d love to write something like it, but with WinterIron if I had the time, I think the entire world and setting would fit WinterIron beautifully.

46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why?

Well, that all depends on what they’re looking for in my fanfiction. If they’re looking for WinterIron, I’d probably tell them to start with The (Un)Wanted Kiss just because that’s one of my most loved fics and I think I did really well with it. But if they just want a general fic, A Great Connection is one I’m really proud of and I still get gushing feedback about.

47. Archive Of Our Own, Fanfiction.net or Tumblr - where do you prefer to post and why?

For just writing fanfic, Ao3. Tumblr can be a pain in the ass, and I don’t even use ff.net.

48. Do you leave reviews when you read fanfiction? Why/Why not?

Yes. But only if 1, I really, really loved it or 2, I don’t think the fic has enough attention. It also helps if the writer responds to comments. I don’t see the significance of saying “I loved this!” if the fic has dozens of other comments saying the same thing. As a writer, I know what comments writers prefer. Longer ones, deep comments pointing out what things they liked, and so on. However if I write a comment that long, I like to get a response because you know, I love seeing the writer talking about the elements of the story I liked. 

49. Do you care if people comment/reblog your writing? Why/why not?

Not really, to be perfectly honest. Yes, I love and cherish every kudos and note I get, and the sweet comments make me want to die of joy. But I write for me. Even when I take prompts, in the end, I write because it makes me happy. Yes, I love the validation. But even without it, I would still write. I do not write fanfiction for you, I share fanfiction with you. There’s a difference. Writing makes me happy. If I only cared about the validation, I wouldn’t have a folder reserved of fics I’ll never post but I wrote just because I wanted to. I write to write. The moment I start writing for validation, I might as well stop writing, because it’s not worth it.

50. How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction?

Ummmm I think I was just curious? I was new to internet culture, I saw fanart of Superbat and I discovered Ao3 and was like “wow, this stuff exists??? Words for free????? About my favourite characters being happy and dating each other??????????” and it was a downward spiral. I was like, 11 when I read my first fanfiction. I was obsessed with Superbat fanart, and I thought, what would it hurt to try actually reading it? Like, that was so taboo to me. And now we’re here. Tadaaaaaah

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

Oh, a chance to ramble. Yay. I’m gonna rant because I’m a rant-y person.

I think something that annoys me about fanfiction is not necessarily a probably within fanfiction, but rather the outward view of it. Fanfic has an awful rep within the real world. The one-time fanfiction really took centre stage was when Fifty Shades came out, which only hurt the platform by furthering the stereotype that it’s all porn made for horny freaks who just want to get off.

I should not be ashamed to say I write fanfiction. I should not feel childish saying it to myself. No one should. At least half of my ‘fans’ are nearly a decade or more older than me. It’s clearly not something that’s immature or silly. Of course, it can be, but any hobby can be dumbed down to a kiddy version.

But fanfiction at its core is ignored for what it really is. When adults talk about fanfiction they belittle it and only see a tiny subsection of it, ignoring what it’s supposed to be about. It’s about creating transformative works for media you’re passionate about.

Fanfiction gets a worse rep than other transformative works such as fanart or whatever. Writing as a whole does. Fanfic is painted as this utter trash.

I’ve read fanfiction that made me cry, laugh, feel shit. I’ve read fanfiction that tackled heavy topics. Even on a sexual standpoint, I’ve read fanfiction that was willing to write erotica that published authors wouldn’t fucking touch. Both in a kink sense, but also in terms of how the relationship functions. I’ve read shitty fanfictions, sure. But I’ve read fanfictions that were better than 90% of the published books I’ve read. Even fanfics I didn’t like.

To put fanfiction into perspective, the average YA novel (the age group fanfiction is generally but not always aimed at) is 70k words. I’ve read fanfiction that blows that word count out of the water. And it takes fucking skill to write something that long. It’s not just writing a bunch of porn or cute scenes, that takes serious world building and character arcs.

Fanfiction kills so many tropes that are common in YA and literature in general. I read a YA after reading nothing but fanfiction for a long time and I was fucking appalled? It was a popular YA too. I won’t name what one because you could literally imagine anyone and it’d probably fit. The characters were flat, the romance was outright manipulative and toxic, the plot was dull, even the writing itself was bland. This was the type of book years ago I would’ve loved. But compared to most (of course, not all. Shit exists, but I think in fanfiction, we’re able to better filter out the shit) fanfictions, it was fucking trash.

When I started reading fanfiction, I assumed it’d lower my standards. The first time I picked up an actual novel I was relieved, excited to not have to deal with the problems that are in unpublished writings. But I quickly realized it was the complete opposite. Fanfiction threw my expectations through the roof. I expect fiction to include representation, fresh plots, interesting characters, thrilling romances, and decent fucking sex scenes if they’re there. But it just wasn’t there. It all fell flat. As someone seriously into the writing and reading community I hear so often that it’s hard for plots to be original and you shouldn’t judge on originality, but then I read fanfiction written by fucking teenagers that’s fucking mind-blowing with plot twists and original ideas, and I have to wonder is it really that hard? It’s clearly doable, you just have to take away the fanfiction part.

I have YA novels sitting on my sheld I know I’ll never read and enjoy because fanfiction just made my expectations too high. Which is good in a sense because I pray some of these amazing writers, when they get older will go on to write mind-blowing original novels and I hope that this generation of writers will put out great literature in ten to fifteen years, but for now I’m just… underwhelmed. I think it’s why I read a lot of classic literature too. Shit was better back then.

And yet despite all that, fanfiction is still made to look like shit in the modern media. It sucks so badly for fanfiction writers not to look like serious writers. I could publish one book, have it get the amount of attention my biggest fanfic got and be considered a serious author. My biggest fanfiction currently has 40k notes on Tumblr. Imagine if that were a published short story. It’d be a fucking hit. And there are others that make my numbers look small. And yet it’s brushed aside as unimpactful.

I think a lot of that stems from the fact that fanfic writers do generally start out younger. I’m 16. Others either are or were my age. But age does not equate to skill in writing. Sure, that is a factor, but it is not the entire story. I know a 14 yr old who writes some of the best prose I have ever seen. And even if younger fic writers aren’t on level yet, fanfiction is what’s helping them grow as a writer. But because we’re teenagers, we’re turned away just because of that. Even more specifically because we’re teenage girls (for the most part, I’m not saying other genders and/or age groups aren’t writing/reading fanfic) and we all know how society feels about them. It’s just a fucking shame that fanfiction can’t be respected for the legitimate form of writing it is because of the stigma. I’ve seen fanfic writers say they aren’t real writers because of the stigma, it’s awful. We feel the need to tear ourselves down for an admirable hobby. I can’t say my favourite book is a fanfiction I read, when I has every right to be a valid answer.

We’ll cut this ramble off here because wow I really went on didn’t I.

[ask-the-paranormal-gang]

Random

Springtrap kicked the door open, scaring Rachel, Lucfier, and Max, he stomped past them, they stared at him concerned, they had heard of someone who looked like him, they assumed it was him, and if not, their mom was strong, she could fight him, and run downstairs to them to keep them safe, springtrap kicked his way into mangles room, and into her bathroom, she was passed out in the tub, the only thing that was heard was a baby crying, he walked to the tub, he grabbed a towel and cleaned the baby, "shh, shh, it's okay. daddy's here" the baby calmed down, he went to her bed, he placed the baby down, it screamed, "hey! Hey! Don't cry, I'm gonna wrap you up to keep you warm!" He wrapped the baby up, it stared into his eyes as he lifted it up, he walked into the elevator, "you're actual daddy's a pussy, he's also a fox, he's a pirate, red, yellow eyes, and he's also the father of your older sister, and older brothers" he walked out into the kitchen, "would one of you mind holding the baby?" Max rushed off of his chair, springtrap softly gave the baby to Max, max got back to his chair, Rachel and Lucifer played with the baby, keeping it calm, "baby formula?" "Drawers, closest to the fridge" he took out the powder, "bottle?" "Top drawer closet to the fridge, it's the baby cutlery drawer, she bought alot of shit" he took out the bottle, he filled it with water, and made the milk, he sat next to Max, max slowly handed the big bunny the baby, springtrap positioning the bottle to the baby's mouth, the baby sucked on the bottle, "who are you? Just asking." Lucifer asked, "I could ask y'all the same thing" "she's Rachel, the oldest, he's Lucifer, the middle, or now second oldest, and I used to be the youngest but now I'm the middle child I guess?" "Alright, I'm springtrap, I used to be your mother's best friend until I left, also, just a question, do y'all know your father?" "Yeah" "not me! Y'all won't tell me!" Max yelled, springtrap sighed, "max, your father left, he left Rachel, he left Lucifer, he left you, he's a pussy, doesn't like responsibility, I don't like it either, but I know when to be responsible, he doesn't, I know now is the time to be responsible, your mother passed out, and the baby was crying, that's the time to be responsible, he also doesn't respect women, max, I need you to make me a promise" "ok! What is it?" "Pinky promise?" "Pinky!" "Promise you'll respect women and know when o be responsible" "why would I not? Mommy's scary! And I know all women are like that!" He chuckled, putting the bottle down, the baby made happy noises, "what are we gonna name it? What's it's gender?" "Sounds like we're talking about a alien baby, also your mom is passed out, so, did she tell y'all the gender?" Rachel sighed annoyed, "a boy" "damn, three boys? You having a shit time, I feel so bad for you" "I do too" she mumbled, mangle stumbled into the kitchen, "springtrap?" "Hey. I got your baby, we're thinking of names, it's a boy" she walked to the table, sitting down next to the big man, she stared into the baby's face, "adorable, isn't he?" "He's absolutely adorable" "now, names. Think" they thought for a second " ?" "Perfect!" "Amazing!" "Bueno!" "Yes!" They stared at max.

HELP WITH NAMES-

[catalystic-dragons]

Hey! I’m just curious on what you think, but how would you score the FNAF games? They can be scored on designs, gameplay, whatever you want!

Okay so preface - I can’t play horror games, they set off my anxiety real bad. I can, however, watch other people play horror games, and while I try to keep myself away from the jumpscares and such, I at least try to watch them XD

When it comes to fnaf, I’m a lorekeeper. I watch game theory and piece together clues as and when I can from the gameplay I’ve watched. I read the extra material, as much as people moan about the fnaf books, and I’m genuinely interested in the story element over everything.

Now that’s been said, onwards! To the game scores!

Fnaf1: 4/5Reasoning: Fnaf1 started it all. Not only did it pave the way for a whole new style of horror game, it sparked so much intrigue in people. It had just the right amount of story to hook us, but not enough to answer all our questions. There are still things in it that don’t make sense! We don’t have an answer to what the bloody hell happened during that final phonecall, we don’t have definitive answers to what happened to Phoneguy (I mean he was stuffed, but does that mean his remnant attached to the suit he was stuffed in? Lots of people thought he was Golden Freddy, which makes a lot of sense, but 5 kids were killed at the restaurant, not four.) The sheer volume of information the first game carried sparked so much debate on forums, it’s definitely up there are one of my favourites.

Fnaf2: 5/5Reasoning: My actual favourite fnaf game. Absolute madness. The death mini games taught us so much about the series, introduced the importance of the puppet and her hand in reviving the children, the continued allusion to the killer still being active - The Reveal of Purple Guy, William Afton before his name was revealed to us. This game was so jam-packed with lore, it was great! The mini games gave us more answers, and more questions - which was always the key to this franchise as a whole.

Fnaf3: 3/5Now this is entirely based on lore rating, and this game had those mini games that lead to the happiest day and the releasing of the children’s spirits. Very important, yes, but I feel the rest of it was… Lacking. We knew that William was haunting Springtrap, but we still had no information on remnant and why he was still out for blood. The happiest day was the best part of the game, for me, and seeing those masks without the lights on in the end was a powerful moment personally. I loved the lore because I wanted answers for the children; I wanted to know if they’d get peace in the end, and they did, which was the most important thing. This game had lots of key lore because more games built on it, but by itself? It wasn’t amazing.

Fnaf4: 2.5/5Now, I don’t want to resent fnaf 4, but I almost do. It did give us a lot of information, about the crying child and timelines and such, but at the same time, lots of people tried to use it to convince themselves William deserved better. That he was spurred onto his experiments with remnant because his son was part of a tragic accident and he wanted to save him. If you know anything about my stance on William Springfuck Afton, you know I am not a fan of him being given any sympathy because he built the animatronics to kill already. William was a serial killer, and his youngest son knew. So, while this game has a lot of lore (and also tried to pass us off with the dream/coma theory, nice try Scott but absolutely not), it is not standout on it’s own AGAIN, because it requires further games to explain itself. The beauty of fnaf1 & 2 was that the story itself made sense without further games, but would benefit from further games. Without the inclusion of Sister Location and fnaf6, the lore we see in fnaf3 & 4 is not complete.

Sister Location: 4/5Now we’re introduced to Micheal Afton, and finally, the pieces start to fall into place. Mike Exotic Butters Afton, who accidentally got his brother killed, lost his sister (and mother, because she’s nowhere to be found in these games) before that and finally his father to the springlock suits in fnaf2, is beginning to uncover his father’s horrible past. It is revealed in this game that the Sister Location bunker is located underneath the fnaf4 house - the Afton family’s home - and that William had been spying on his family when working down there. It is also revealed that Baby killed William’s daughter, too, via more 8-bit mini games that are a staple of the series by this game. After the tragic end where Mikey gets tricked by the being ‘enard’ (all the funtime animatronics combined) and scooped, then used as a skin suit for them to walk around in, we are shown that they abandon ship yet Micheal lives. This is the canon ending. Micheal is alive! Despite having no internal organs. We do not discover until fnaf6 that this is the power of remnant, what William was messing around with in that underground bunker - but this game gives us just enough lore to piece together who the kid in the house is, who Micheal is (”Father, it’s me, Micheal. I’m going to come find you” and suddenly springfuck) and gives us plenty of space to expand. I mean, there were still debates on whether William was the purple guy or his son was - but one was actually just a shadowy figure (can’t use black for shadows in an 8bit game) and the other was an actual lovely rotten purple (poor ol’ casual bongos Mikey).Fnaf6: 5/5Reasoning: This game gave us so much lore, it’s genuinely amazing. Finally, we see Henry - or rather, hear him - and he tells us exactly how it is. The lore is intensive, it covers the creation of Mangle of all things, it covers the Afton family finally being put to rest - yes, all of them, including beloved Micheal who I have developed such a soft spot for, and his springfuck father, who finally goes to hell for REAL this time - and we’re given the tragic identity of the puppet, which explains so much about the whole series. This game finally tells us about Remnant, about the purpose of the funtime animatronics and William’s obsessive desire to experiment with children’s souls and binding them to animatronics. It gives us a good ending, finally, to the mess of fnaf - it kills off the big bad guy, it puts the rest to peace and finally, it gives us an insight into a little bit of the possible future of fnaf. The mysteries aren’t entirely solved. The minigames leave us with some clues as to where the series may head next, which is exactly what I’d expect from the supposed ‘final’ fnaf game, and honestly everything was tied up so neatly and in a package that was fun and also terrifying, it was just? Excellent. Good on you, Scott. Also, we may be getting an ultimate golden freddy mode on it, which I just want to watch youtubers suffer with because there’s nothing better then having someone else suffer for your entertainment - especially when it comes to fnaf.

So this was my personal take - I missed out on a hefty amount of details, as well as Fnaf world, mostly because Scott doesn’t want to include fnaf world with the rest of the fnaf games. He felt it was sloppy and rushed and hated how it retconned the lore heavily and all of that. On that note though, I enjoyed fnaf world because I love rpgs and god damn I want a family of chicas that do nothing but kick ass so help me god.

#the dragon answers #fnaf #spoilers #fnaf spoilers

[mangleschmidt]

Alternative Magic (Fnaf Fanfiction)

This will be a little bit rusty beause I'm still learning in writing stories. Key word, writing. (Fking hell, I accidentally pressed cancel and all the damn progress are fking gone and now I have copy paste this shit to the notes then to tumblr, kill me, I'm tried) I can make stories and aus (if you ask me, there are probably hundreds of it, both old and new) but not best at writing. Okey, here we go. Have a short story. I made this at the night in my place. And btw, Mike is pretty chill here because magic. It's about the world where magic exist like you see in televisions and movies because there are already some magic shit, scientific or not, happen in Freddy's. But magic can only be obtain by highest and responsible officials, the president and some few very special people. There are most likely few but well known people with it in the world. Mike is one of the special but it's unknown how and why. At the very young age, after that fateful day, he suddenly has one. He never had one before. Was it someone else who is also gifted or was it God himself? The answer is probably here. ---------- "Okay. *breaths out* All I need is to relax. We need to get this magic going. I don't know what will happen but hope this would work." Mike held out his hand and point it at a dummy on the wall. Faith watch as a ball of fire starts to form from the end Mike. Suddenly, the fire starts to get a little bit off the hook and Mike starts tossing around, making the objects the fire touch start to burn in flames. Faith facepalm. "This is worse than I thought," she bluntly say. She flew through the walls to get a fire extinguisher, leaving Mike running around, screaming at the top of his lungs and crying for help as the flames grew even more bigger. From the bottom of the floor he's in, Doll heard Mike screaming. She widen her eyes and was about to aid but was stop by Faith. "Miss Doll, I got this," she spoke, holding the fire extinguisher like a shotgun. She just arrive in time to witness the ball of fire exploding on Mike's face. It's hilarious to watch. She start extinguishing the whole room, which is on fire. She look at Mike, unamused. Mike sheepishly smile with white foam covering all over him. -Moments later- Doll start curing Mike's burns with hearing silent screams and pain and kissing. "Ow" Mike groan. "Hold still Mikey," Doll commanded. Faith look at dork-ish couple making weet moments and lightly sigh. "I wish this will like be our relationship if we were alive," she silently whispers, carrying the empty bucket and put in a proper place. Mike, having some inner fox/bunny ears, heard Faith and silently approaches after Doll's done with his burns. "Who is this, special someone hmm?" He appeared out of nowhere with a lenny face causing Faith to scream and slap him with the bucket. He fell down with a thud and rub his cheek, because he deserve it anyways. "What happen?" Doll ask, peeking out. "Nothing, I just... Slipped," Mike lied. "Okaaaaayyyyyy," Doll squinted at Mike and slowly slid off from the two people/human and ghost's view. Faith look at Mike and shake her head. "I'm not healing that, and no, I don't have a ghost boyfriend,"she lightly growl. Mike look at her and sigh. "Yeah, I deserve that and I believe you,"Mike said, rubbing his hand behind his back neck. They both sigh and sit next to each other against the wall. After a few minutes, Faith started up a conversation. "You have a shift, you know," Faith reminded. "Yeah I know. But... Something seems a little bit too odd last night" Mike said, looking at the kitchen window above them. "Why is that?" "Like, I suddenly see auras around the animtronics of Fuckboy's. The strongest ones are in the old ones and that rag doll. Dunno why but I also think my magic is developing the more I go there. And it's reaching beyond my limit and knowledge. That's all I can notice, don't fucking judge me if there's something wrong what I just said." Faith touched her lip with her finger and start tapping it. "I know but I think everything will be just fine and normal like any other night." -Few hours later- "I was actually wrong,"Faith look at a massive monster in Freddy's who look like a combination of Rotten Golden Freddy suit, zombies and Springtrap. Jeremy start trembling on his knee caps while Mike looked horrified and about to puke by its disgusting look. Faith cringe at it as it start devouring... Animals. And this made Mike pissed but was hold back by Faith and Jeremy. The massive monster look at the trio on its huge eyeball and start bashing its head on the protective shield of Freddy's "WHY THE FUCK IS THAT THING HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE?" Mike yelled. The bashing made the earth beneath Freddy's start like an earthquake which made the two adults collapsed. "That thing is a Glu. It's a magic and a hunger monster. Which means you can't kill it without magic. It's made by the gluttonous wizard, more like from, the stomach of the wizard. Its appetite is animals and sometimes people, but its favorite course are people with magic, like Mike. So yeah, kill it with the magic of its opposing virtue," Faith said. "You're not helping with the animal part and me being its main course," Mike said. It roared and broke the roof and ceilng. "D-do you think b-boss will fire us?"Jeremy ask, ready to run. "No. It's obviously not our damn faults in the first place, so why the fuck would he do that without getting us payed? Run." The chase began. The pizzeria seem to more bigger after its renovation, combining the two restaurants, both old new, which give Mike, Jeremy and Faith enough to run/fly. It seems like the stupid pizzeria didn't remove the protection for the trio to get out. They accidentally bumped into the older animatronics and ask them for help, well mostly Jeremy. They seem to accept the help and then... They, except Foxy, suddenly show their inner magic and start casting curses and spell which made Mike ask how... While Jeremy look at them in awe and thinking about naruto and Jojo's adventure thing. But it seems it didn't work. Freddy silently growl and huff. "Why? And how?" he question the fact that the Glu hasn't fallen down. "Use the magic of gluttony's opposing virtue, idiot," Foxy said and walk at the monster with a serious face and when the Glu look at the animatronic, he got the feeling of being punch in the guts. And it just made a massive crater on the stomach and Glu flew through the buildings but it still didn't gave up. It takes it time to stand up. But how did he do that, Mike thought. If Foxy has great power and he sense it, why is his aura... Always dark, sad, small and gloomy. So Mike asked but Foxy cut him off. "Are you going to ask why my aura is small? It's because of my grief and depression. The magic in ours can only hold anger and happiness due to anger of the spirits and the happiness when we sing our songs. The magic will not disappear *Roar from the Glu* but it will find a host that is capable. And it found you," Foxy said and playfully pinches Mike's cheek. "My Dearest Little Sunshine" (Violet's 'Dearest Little Angel' (Vengeful Demon Child) yeah) Everyone awed. Mike slapped Foxy's hand and blush which caused Foxy to laugh. "You almost had half of mine," Foxy said, showing fainter aura around. Mike closed the hand and shake his head. "Stop. You had enough and did you said 'half of your power'? What's with the other half?," Mike ask. "Okay," Foxy said and was interrupted by the Glu roaring. "Faith isn't the only one who help you live on. I did my part. And in order to at least, s-save yo-you from th-the hands of death-" "Coyote, you're hurting yourself inside by remembering and using very powerful words. You're crying. Please don't continue-" "-I had to at-at least, give up half of my magic that was actua-ally meant for me... But I don't care, you need it more than me-" "You're gonna make me cry like a baby, stop-" "-and it's my fault-" "No, it's actually mine." "-so I have to pay the price." Roar from the Glu has alarmed the gang that it's coming. Mike put his hand on Foxy's shoulder. "I kinda give the price to you back because I really need an instructor. After all, it was yours, not mine. What do ya say, savvy?" Foxy look at Mike, disbelief. He smile and nod. "Of course I will teach ye, me first mate," he chuckle. "Why? It's the worst," Violet complained. "Won't you spend time with me???" Faith ask, doing the lenny face which made Violet blush, ghost blush. "Hey, dorkies. You comin' or what?" Chica ask. "To kick this thick ass." "I don't know what spell!!!" Freddy scream. "I fking told you, use the damn spell of chastity. Do you know how to read a fking book, FAZFUCK?!" Foxy growl. "I hate to break it to you, he doesn't know. Right Fazshit?" "Okey, you both are mean."

#fking finally #story #fnaf #fnaf fanfiction #it's kinda rusty and shit #but yeah #au #fnaf au #mike schmidt #foxy the pirate fox #doll #the 5th child #faith #the 4th child #it sucks

[darthcool]

Putting Sister Location To Rest

Yup. You're not dreaming. I'm making a Five Nights at Freddy's theory. I've never done one before, so it won't be well organized. But I have to say, I'm going off of the games, not the book. So the biggest debate is on who you play as in Sister Location. Some people, like the great MatPat of Game Theory, believe that you play as William Afton, the Purple Guy himself. I'm here to debunk that theory, and a few others. In order to determine the true identity of our Ennard's body suit, we have to look back to FNAF 3 and 4. In the bad ending for 3, we see a cutscenes where Purple Guy gets attacked by the ghosts of his child victims. He climbs into the rotting Golden Bonnie suit, the springlocks break loose, and William Afton perishes. We see later, however, that Afton did indeed have family. The crying child and his brother from FNAF 4, I believe, are Afton's sons. Since 4 is a prequel to 3, we can infer that the Bite of '83 happens before Afton's death in the safe room in the back of the FNAF 1 location. The crying child's death at the end of FNAF 4 is a pivotal moment in Afton's life. "The son he loved killed by the animatronics he also loved" -MatPat. At the end of that game we see the iconic line of "I will put you back together" delivered in a color that isn't the same as the dialogue spoken by Psychic Friend Fredbear. "He's here, he's there, he's everywhere. Who ya gonna call? Psychic Friend Fredbear!" (I may seem like I'm getting off topic here, but stay with me) In fact the line is delivered in a yellowish white instead of the solid yellow used by Fredbear. Now, in the past people have assumed that the line was spoken by the Puppet, inhabited by the soul of Purple Guy's first victim. We thought he was promising to right Afton's wrongs and bring peace to the children's souls, but that makes no sense. Why would the Puppet need to bring peace to the crying child? He wasn't killed by Afton like all the others. No, the line was spoken by our favorite mauve murderer himself. He wants to bring his son new life by "putting him back together." And this brings us to the point in the timeline where Afton builds Circus Baby's Rentals and creates Baby and the Funtime Animatronics. He uses the skills he learned from his Fredbear co-founder Henry to create these robots, but not for entertaining children. He intends to use them to CAPTURE children, so he can figure out the secret to fusing their souls into the animatronics. Remember that movie "Astroboy"? Yeah, me neither. The main character's father blames himself for his son's death and resurrects him in a new robotic body. That's exactly what Afton wants to do. He wants to learn the Puppet's secret to give gifts and give life. But that goes wrong as well. His third child, Pigtail Girl from the FNAF 4 minigames, gets herself killed by Baby's capture claw. Afton kicks himself in the gut again, and now he has to find a way to bring back two of his children. He feels hopeless for a while, and almost gives up. But, when Freddy Fazbear's Pizza becomes a huge success, Afton finds another way to get achieve his goal. But, as we see, it goes wrong. Afton is confronted by the souls of his latest victims, gets himself Springtrapped, and rots away in an abandoned pizzeria. My theory is that before Afton went to work at the new Freddy's location, he told his eldest son, Michael, to continue his work. That's right. Michael is who we play as in Sister Location. The older brother who got the crying child chomped by Fredbear takes up the reins of his father's work. Fast-forward to Sister Location and we see Michael performing his duties while still keeping the animatronic rental service up as a cover. The children that he has captured with these robots go on to inhabit them, and they all team up to bring the Afton family to justice. They merge their abilities to create the entity known as "Ennard", which addresses itself as "we." This walking mess of wires and eyeballs successfully tricks Michael into the Scooping Room (which I don't understand the true purpose of, but I'll save that for another theory), which removes Afton's internal organs and skeleton, allowing Ennard to inhabit his body. As we see in the cutscenes between the different versions of Sister Location's custom night, Ennard stays in Michael's body for a while, until his skin rots to a somewhat ironic purple. The entity then shoots out of its skin suit, leaving Michael's outtards to flop down on the sidewalk. "You won't die" That's the phrase that repeats over and over until Michael's skin stands back up straight. Two bright white pupils appear in his eyeholes, meaning that this lifeless carcass has been given new life. The cutscenes that plays once you've completed all the different versions of the custom night shows Michael speaking to his "dead" father William. The location seen is the burned down corpse of the Fazbear's Fright horror attraction, which is where FNAF 3 takes place. This cements Sister Location's place at the end of the timeline, after 4, 2, 1, and 3. Anyway, once Michael has finished speaking, we see Springtrap stand up out of the wreckage. This shows that William heard his son's disembodied voice, and wants to reunite with the only child he has left. One that, just like him, shouldn't be alive, but is. But hey, that's just a- *record scratch* No no no!! Don't do that!! That's MatPat's thing!!! (But seriously, if the Game Theorists have a Tumblr account, please make sure they see this. I'm really proud of this and it would make my whole life to have him acknowledge it in a video.) Anyway, thank you so much for reading. Have a good one!!

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