Exotic Butters
Exotic butters are all you need.
Exotic butters are the answer to everything.
Evil dad? Exotic butters.
Dead family possessing robots? Exotic butters.
Got scooped? Exotic butters.
Suicidal and purple? Exotic butters.
Died at the age of eight at your own birthday party, due to your own brother, by the thing that haunts you the most? Exotic butters.
Don't even really know how you died but you gotta keep on dancing for your husband's corrupt company? Exotic butters.
Just wanted ice cream but ended up getting, like, eaten by your Dad's creation? Exotic butters.
Got spring-locked? Exotic butters.
Your own business partner/best friends murders your daughter and makes your son run away? Exotic butters.
Your Dad kills himself and then you find out that you're a very highly advanced animatronic and that instead of your brother being killed when you were young, it was you and your brother just ran away? Exotic butters.
You have to fight your worst fear every night from 12 to 6 and basically die if you don't? Exotic butters.
Got thrown up? Exotic butters.
Was just trying to save your sister but ends up with an animatronic made up almost entirely of wires up your ass and then controlling your body? Exotic butters.
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Memories
TW’s: Mentions of death, William Afton, cursing
Pairings: Michael Afton x reader, Glamrock Freddy x reader?, past Michael Afton x Jeremy Fitzgerald, slight Glamrock Freddy x Glamrock Bonnie
Reader type: Can be any but reader uses gender neutral pronouns
Word Count: 1.3k+
A/N: the urge to write lookalike like look-a-like, i hate putting Michael and William’s names in the same color, Glammike Au, yes William is his own trigger warning even if he’s only mentioned as “father” like once, i screwed with the timeline to fit the story, Michael’s a dumbass but we love him, humanoid animatronics because i can’t describe animatronics for the life of me, Glamrock Bonnie is silly goofy, might make a short series of this if it does good, Glamrock Bonnie’s personality and design is not accurate as he is not in-game, Glamrock Bonnie makes Bugs Bunny references because he’s like that, i wrote this during a hyperactive swing so it’s gonna be quirky
Michael remembers. Something that he’s never been fond of. He remembers his siblings, his parents, friends, old jobs, animatronics, souls, his old lovers. The memories fade in and out, something he blames on the programming in the stupid human form of an animatronic.
Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t hate it. But it was tiring to say the least. Having to put on shows with kids climbing and clinging onto you, it always brought him back to when Elizabeth would clutch onto him. Begging him to convince his father to let her near Circus Baby.
But at least the rest of the animatronics made it manageable. Glamrock Chica always made bubbly jokes, Roxanne gave decent good advice, Monty was…well Monty. And then there was Glamrock Bonnie.
He reminded Michael of Jeremy to an extent, he even gave him the nickname “Bon”. Bon cracked jokes and had the sense of humor that Michael could stand. He gave him cheeky smiles and seemed to beam whenever he showed up near the bowling area. If Michael didn’t know any better he’d assume Bon liked him.
But whenever Michael contemplated asking him of his feelings, his mind traced back to you and Jeremy. Although it was mostly you. Michael had dated Jeremy on and off until he died after being bit by Mangle. He then somehow found comfort in you.
You two had met up somehow when he moved in your neighborhood after he moved away from his birth state. You had lived in the neighborhood for a while, and he learned early on that you were quite a busy bee.
He remembers how you brought him over some cookies as a housewarming gift, apologizing in advance if he didn’t like the flavor. He simply brushed it off and took them anyways.
Your visits got more frequent to the point were you two become close friends. You would stay over at his house to watch “The Immortal and The Restless” with him, not quite understanding why he seemed to be so obsessed with the show.
But despite your jests and teases you always stayed and watched every episode with him. He seemed to enjoy your company, always managing to fall asleep with his head on your shoulder.
He was cute when he sleep, although you never told him that until later on when you two were together. You had a habit with playing with his hair, running your hand through his chocolate locks.
Throughout the numerous compliments and flirts about his appearance, you never said anything about his eyes for some reason. He found that weird but didn’t push it. Maybe it was another quirk of yours.
The rest of the memories of you were blurry. He could never make out a full memory of you two while he was working at Circus Baby’s, nor when you two got together. He does remember how tightly you hugged after he showed up a few days after retching up Ennard. Not caring about the smell or the fact he was a corpse now.
He was evem more surprised when you still stayed with him when he blandly told you about his new condition. He remembers how things seemed to get rougher in your relationship, between his quest to free all of the souls and the frequent night shifts.
He let out a chuckle as he thought back on the face you made when he told you he burned down a building with his dad in it. You didn’t seem to know whether to laugh or scold him.
Burn down a building….
He frowned as the thought crossed his mind. The last fire he started was the one that quite literally turned his life upside down. His soul must have been stuck in some sort of coma because he doesn’t know how long it had been.
One minute he was burning, ready to go see ve with his siblings and mother, leaving his father behind and the next he was being tested for malfunctions. He wondered if you were even still alive. He would go look but it’s not like he could leave.
And god forbid he try to ask around for information about you. If you were dead he’d be seen as a lunatic and if you weren’t nobody would probably know who you were. For all he knew you might not be even living here anymore.
Michael jumped as he felt a finger tap his shoulder, he turned to glance at who poked him. Bon was stood there with furrowed brow, a lip tugged between his teeth as he chewed on it nervously. A pet peeve Michael picked up on his first week as Glamrock Freddy.
“Are you okay? You seemed…off”, Bon spoke, tilting his head a little, “Did you not get your software update done last night?”
Bon’s joke seemed to do little to help with Michael’s mood, causing him to frown. His jokes always helped him, even if it was a little bit, so why not now?
“Fred? You good?”
Good, Michael hadn’t been “good” since he was with you. Bon sighed before shifting closer to Michael, peering at him with curious and worried eyes. “Fred? Anyone in there?”
Michael shifted his eyes back from the floor to Bon’s, a blush of embarrassment covering his face as he realized his lack of response. He shifted back a little, causing the humanoid bunny’s ears to droop a little. Though he quickly covered it up.
”Say Bon…do you know a {name} {last name}?”
“Uh”, Bon chewed on his lip again as he seemed to rack his brain for answers, “Not really? Actually I’m gonna give it to ya straight doc I don’t.”
“Right”, Michael sighed as he leaned against the wall. He looked around the Pizzaplex, his eyes seemed to dim. Bon said nothing as he leaned against the wall beside him, hesitantly grabbing Michael’s hand as an act of comfort.
“Are they uh, are they your friend or?…”
Michael opened his mouth to speak but he couldn’t seem to get the words out. What was he to say anyways? Hey my name’s actually Michael Afton and I’m possessing this humanoid animatronic. My dad’s a serial killer and my family’s dead.
“Bon do you trust me?”
“With my life”, the response was almost immediate and his grip on Michael’s hand seemed to tighten.
“I need to tell you something”, Michael glanced at Bon before releasing his hand, motioning for him to follow, “C’mon, we’ll go to my “room”.”
If someone were to search up a picture to match the word flabbergasted, Glamrock Bonnie’s current face would show up. He was gaping like a fish out of water at him, shifting on the orange couch.
Bon let out a dry laugh, “You uh, you sure are funny doc I’ll give you that. Seems like you really did miss that software update.”
Bon only chuckled nervously at Michael’s blank expression. A low and long sigh leaving him at the sight of it. “Okay Michael…so what do you want me to do with this information?”
“I want you to help me find out about {name}, just anything at all. You could ask Vanessa, you two are close.”
Bon raised an eyebrow as he got off of the couch, stretching, “She hates me. And she’s always looking at me like she wants to kill me or something. It’s weird.”
“I’ll help you the best I can Fred, but it’s only a matter of time before like, you’ll have to spill the beans”, Bon walked over and gave Michael’s shoulder a playful punch, “I’ll report back in a few sergant.”
Bon mock-saluted before leaving the room, leaving Michael alone once again. A sigh left him as he watched Bon almost hop away from the window. He could only hope that he would return with good news.
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