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spaciebabie · 1 year

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As a certified Springtrap simp, which backstory for William do you prefer: one where he was a good dad driven mad maybe by jealousy or the loss of his youngest child, or one where he was always an abusive narcisist that cared for nobody but himself?

i feel like the, "im evil so i must also abuse my creations and/or children" has been really overdone. like idk im just tired of seeing it personally. and the whole "haha!!! im craaaazy!!" thing we get in the comics also rubs me the wrong way b/c. thats not. how he's portrayed in the games at all. esp hearing him in sister location he feels like he would be a calm sort of madness. he seems like a rational guy. he doesnt talk like that. he doesnt act like that. it seems really contradictory

i feel like him being a good dad (or at the least caring deeply for his children) gives him more urgency and like,,,,makes sense w/what we're given. it aligns the most w/the theories we have asta why he started killing etc. i also just enjoy the tragedy of it. he started out as a good guy w/good intentions and then was twisted inta something unrecognizable b/c he was so focused on tryin ta reach his goal. personally my hc is that he was jelly of henry and then the death of crying child tipped him over the edge and started his whole killing thing. imo its better than, "hee hoo i was evil FOREVER!! im PURE evil and have always been EVIL!!!" like. okay. wheres the subsistence?? give him depth dammit

why would he build a robot for his daughter if he didnt love her. why would he tell crying child he would put him back together if he didnt love him (not really cemented as something he said, but i mean who else would say it?? certainly not michael he was a boy. i think as a fandom we assume its heavily implied). it makes the afton kid's deaths so much more impactful. the prospect of this man losing pieces of his life bit by bit and being driven insane by it is enthralling

i love a good chaotic descent. i love thinking abt him being consumed w/a need ta revive his own son becoming obsessed w/life and death as a result. oh the irony of loving your own kid so much you would take others children away from them, knowing how losing your own felt. and the twisting of emotions as he sees his son michael someone who he would've died for, try ta stop him. b/c hes not understanding, they need ta b together again. thats all hes tryin ta do. get his family back tagether. and all these fucking obstacles are in the way of his only goal. and the manifestation of hatred of his own son b/c of this. b/c hes getting in his way. like, talk abt juicy. i want that man ruined. it just adds a layer of psychological torture that i just adore. william fucking ruined everything. he ruined his own happy family, he ruined his own life, and if he actually mourns that? chefs kiss.

my thought is, why even have him have a family in the first place if they're just there ta demonstrate he's evil? seeing the afton family purely as a plot device, we already know afton killed kids. one can assume a person who kills kids is a bad person (maybe? see this is where the juiciness comes in w/him caring for his children. is it really bad from his perspective if hes trying ta save his kid? or is it noble?) so we dont need ta b demonstrated ta that hes a bad person again. if hes just pure evil from the get go it doesnt make sense ta me ta have the afton kids be prominent in the story (besides michael, but even then he could probably be replaced by one of the victims family members) when you could illustrate the same point by focusing on the kids hes killed and their families. why do the afton kids matter if he treats all children the same. why are we focusing so much on the afton family and what appear ta b major story beats in their story, especially since the children he has killed do not get as fleshed out as the aftons do. i feel like if his family wasnt important ta him we wouldnt hear abt it at all. you could achieve the same message by making him single and childless.

do u kno how many stories there are of "Righteous Child Of A Horrible Guy Who Hates Everything, Even Their Own Family, Goes Out Ta Stop Their Parent And Save The Day" there are? its b/c its too easy!!! its too easy for u ta assume that a character is the worst and has been the worst forever!!! its too easy ta assume that an evil character would abuse their family!!! its too easy ta assume an evil character wouldn't have traits besides jealousy, hatred and narcissism!!!!

#spacie splains #idk i think of things really objectively #i dont like clutter in my stories i like things ta have a point #and i like them ta serve a purpose and be unique. not just demonstrate the same facts over and over again #unless thats like a theme and intentional but yk #like i said i dont like the 'im evil and treat my family like shit' trope #overdone ta hell and back #so its a personal thing #thank you for asking me abt this! i love talking abt him as u can see :)#give me morally grey characters give me characters who descend inta the worst version of themselves for ways they could have prevented #give me characters who know they're spiraling give me characters who know its wrong but cant stop #give me characters who do horrible things for a cause that is sentimental and noble ta them #give me characters who you can understand why they did that even if it was awful #WOW I TALKED A LOT #.....8 years of brainrot‚ even if i wasnt conscious of it #I DONT LIKE THE EASY ROAD!!! I DONT WANT TA BLINDLY HATE HIM I WANT 2 THINK!!!#i like these rants i do so ill tag him #as a treat ta myself #william afton #fnaf #you: ask me a simple 'hey which one do u prefer?' me: here is my whole dissertation on the subject that is william afton

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waywardducks · 8 months

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Incorrect bat family quotes but as things me and my sibling have done/said.

Jason: *just trying to read* *feels an eery presence just watching him.*

Damien and Tim: *both just starting at him*

Jason: Yes? Can I help you?

Tim: Slushies

Jason: okay?

Damien: Take us to them.

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Dick: *Chilling in his bed*

Cass: *very slowly opening the door to his room*

Both: *just stare at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time*

Dick: Please, child. What is it? I can't handle this suspense.

Cass: *quietly* I have a pool party today…

Dick: okay? I'm glad for you.

Cass: …

Cass: Can you go buy me tampons?

Dick:

Dick: Of fucking course I can go buy you tampons! *already jumping out of bed* What size?

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Damien: *angry, slamming doors, punching walls, screaming at everyone*

Tim: Autism is one hell of a bitch

Dick: Tim, no

Jason: No, no, he's got a point. We really should get him checked out.

Damien: I CAN HEAR YOU

*he was diagnosed with autism the following month*

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Stephaine: *putting makeup on Cass* almost done!

Tim: we need to hurry, the movie is starting soon

Stephanie: It's fine, we have plenty of time, now let me do your makeup.

Dick: What are y'all doing? Why is everything… pink?

Cass: We are going to watch Barbie

Dick: Can I come?

Steph: Nah it's girls night?

Dick: Then why is Tim going?

Steph: He's one of the girls, obviously.

Tim: Yeah, obviously.

Dick: *crying* I wanna be one of the girls too

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Bruce: Hey, Tim

Tim: Yeah? What's up?

Bruce: Remember how you're therapist mention she thought you might have ASD?

Tim: Yeah, she said she wasn't %100 percent sure on it though.

Bruce: Well she just sent me a document confirming your diagnosis.

Tim:

Dick: Woah dude! Congrats on the tism!

Jason: Welcome to the spectrum little bro!

Damien: Is Dick the only one that isn't ASD?

Dick: *is sad bc he's left out of the club again*

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Dick, Tim, Jason and Damien: *driving down the road at 4 in the morning, blasting fnaf songs at full volume* IVE GOT NO TIME!! I've GOT NO TIME TO LIVE

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Tim: Jason. I'm bi

Jason: Okay

Tim: Okay? That's all you have to say?

Jason: damn Tim, tf you want be to say? Sorry?

Tim: No! I just thought-

Jason: If you have boy problems go to Dick. He's the one with the most experience in that field.

Dick: Hey! I resent that!

Jason: Oh please, you can call yourself straight all you want but you and both know you've what kinda person you were when you first became Nightwing.

Dick: I wasn't gay Jason I was a slut its different.

Jason: sure, okay.

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I'm gonna make this a series lmao. Being in a house with 6 kids gives you a lot of stories.

Also, yes, 3 of my younger siblings are officially diagnosed with autism. (Damien and my sister are literally the same person. I have so many headcanons about it, it's not even funny. She even has the same insane art skills, I'm terrified of how fast she learned to do things I've been in school for years to learn)

#stephanie brown #batman #bruce wayne #tim drake #dick grayson #dc comics #jason todd #cassandra cain #duke thomas #incorrect batfamily quotes #batfam #nightwing #red hood #red robin #robin

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itsscromp · 6 months

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FNAF animatronics x reader

Did I go see the FNAF movie earlier today... yes. Am i going to write something about it, Hell yes !!! I may be open to writing for the fazgang maybe in the near future but this is just something for me to branch out and get out of my comfort zone. But anyways, Enjoy. Word count:815

One of the many things that clears your head after a day at school is riding your bike around town. It was the major thing that helped calm you down and clear your head. You usually take the same path every time, But today for some reason you decided to mix it up and went down a different road.

Upon riding down the unfamiliar area, You stumbled upon a building that looked abandoned for a long time. It looked like an attraction from back in the day. Under the name of 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria' and the mascot caught your attention.

You wanted to continue on your ride through the area but a part of your head wanted to know if there was anything inside, and why it had been abandoned for so long. The many questions in your mind and there was only one way to satisfy it. So you pedalled around the pizzeria and then found a potential opening at the back.

Parking your bike, You then jimmied the wooden panel and got it open, leading you inside a vent shaft. Pulling out your phone flashlight, you crawled inside and then kicked the vent off. Stumbling inside into what you'd expected. a restaurant and arcade, Still somewhat intact, despite the dust of course.

Continuing to explore the place, you then saw red curtains, A stage ??

"What do you have in the back of their ??' You said to yourself as you went to the one on the left and peeled open the curtain, Jumping when you saw what looked like an animatronic of a fox... wearing an eye patch ?? It didn't look in too good of shape too, seeing the holes on the skin.

"How long have you been here ??" You turned to the other stage peeling back the curtains and saw a bunny, a chicken and bear animatronics too, they weren't in too bad of damage like the fox, but they looked like they did need some TLC.

"Why didn't they take you guys, they could've helped you find a new home..." You closed the curtains as you backed away, having enough of your adventure.

But as you began to walk away, you heard a child's laughter. Now you were starting to get spooked out.

"Who's there ??" You called out.

But before you could react, the place sprung to life as the lights and sounds then shimmered and blared, You then noticed the curtains being pulled back as the animatronics started to dance and sing 'Talking in your Sleep' you were completely mesmerised by what was happening, you froze and watched.

You then found yourself tapping your feet to the beat of the song and then began to lightly dance, this was pretty fun.

Once the song was over, you couldn't help but smile at them.

"That was fantastic guys" You said to them as you picked up your backpack and began to walk out, But you were stopped again once you heard heavy thumping. Turned to see the animatronics moving of their own free will. Was this apart of the show ?? Nevertheless, they walked up to you and just looked down at you, Holy cow they were tall. Your anxiety slowly rose when they circled around you. they reached out their hands to you. But what you didn't expect was they started to tickle you.

"Guys... Stohohohohohop" You giggled as you squirmed around.

Your laughs grew and grew until it started to echo throughout the entire pizzeria. The animatronics had their mouths open, Maybe in a way to show you they were happy ??. That someone has finally interacted with them for so long.

They let you go as you smiled up at them, Whatever was going on. You were pretty happy you did interact with them. The fox gently took your hand and brought you over to a nearby poster and pointed at it with its hook. Showing you a poster with each of them, showing their respective names. The pirate fox is named Foxy. Bonnie is the bunny, Chica is the chicken and the leader Freddy Fazbear.

"It's nice to meet you all" You turned back to the others who had their mouths open, smiling again.

You heard your phone go off as your mom texted you to come back home. oh man.

"I gotta go now..."

They started to look sad, they were sad that you had to go.

"I'll.. I'll come back tomorrow ??' You suggested to them and they perked up, mouths opening again. yaaaaaayyyy !!!!

Foxy then wrapped his arms around you, gently hugging you as you hugged him back gently. Being mindful of the parts and everything, You gave the others a hug as well before waving goodbye to them and crawling back through the vent. You were excited to see them again the next day. They were pretty fun.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board @gooptoshi

#platonic #reader insert #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's movie #fnaf #fnaf movie #freddy fazbear #bonnie the bunny #chica the chicken #foxy the pirate #Fazgang

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yellowbunnydreams · 5 months

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Mechanised Devotion (Part 5) ~Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Reader~

~Honestly too excited not to write this next chapter. Definately does not contain nefariously sexy and terrifying William Afton/Steve. Mwhaha. I'm also obsessed with this man, please send help~

Word count so far (all parts:) 8,734

Tag list: @ruh--roh-raggy @likoplays

CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), afab reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 40's), mention of crimes and violence, blood, mentions of child death (it's FNAF, what did you expect?), past trauma; abusive relationships.

You don't remember how far you had walked, or even, where you had walked to. You recalled hitting the road through town and then you just kept going, not sure where to go or what to do with yourself as the darkness crept back and revealed the bland streets of your town. The back of your head was sticky and sore, and your eyes felt heavy and like glass scraped across them as you blinked. Your lungs hurt, your cheek stung, and it felt like all the moisture had been wrung out of you. Not helped by the already blazing Utah sunshine.

Several cars had passed by you, none slowed or even stopped. You didn't blame them, you were sure you looked like hell and probably like some weird psycho to anybody passing by. Your hand against your side, you felt the now dry blood against your skin and how it seemed to pull it taunt. You didn't even realise that you had been cut when the knife ran across your ribs, but the adrenaline had finally worn off and now you were just tired. So very tired.

The sound of another car came from behind and you stepped to one side to allow it to pass, just like all the others. But you were half-dazed when you faintly heard your name being called, turning your head and squinting in the sunlight as you tried to put a face to the concerned voice.

Driving along at a snail's pace with the window down was Steve Raglan, tie loose and top buttons undone on his pale yellow shirt. Thick brows furrowed and one hand on the steering wheel whilst the other rested against the rolled down window. He said you name again, laced with concern and so warm it almost made you cry just to hear something friendly.

"What the hell are you doing walking along the highway?" He asked, before his face blanched as you met his silver eyes. Stopping the car completely and throwing on the hazard lights, you vaguely noticed a bandage on his arm, wound tight and with the sleeves rolled up on his shirt to avoid messing it up.

"What happened to your arm?" You asked, reaching out for it and brow furrowing as you tried to figure out how he had managed to hurt it. He flinched as you touched it, but allowed you to do so as he put one large hand on your shoulders, reaching up with the other and stroking your cut cheek with his thumb. You practically melted at the touch. It was warm, inviting you to collapse into it.

"Fuck what happened to me." Steve spat, making you jump and your doey eyes snap open as you didn't expect him to swear. He was like dad with how he was built, and he had such a kind face you almost expected him to substitute swears for words like 'fudge' or something equally kid friendly. "Get in the car."

"No, Mr. Raglan, I promise I-"

Growling frustratedly, he moved his hand from your face and carefully bent his knees so that he was no longer towering over you, one hand running down over your side. Eyes darkening as he watched you flinch as he touched the cut on your side, sliding his hand under your knees and the other supporting your upper back, straightening up and making you gasp as he picked you up with seemingly no issues apart from a grunt of effort.

Your hands automatically wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life as the man who you presumed to at least be in his forties man-handled you in a bridal carry like you were nothing to him. Watching his face as he winced with your weight against his arm, but he carried you around to the passenger side of his car and adjusted you in his arms so that he could open the door. Carefully laying you into the seat and even reaching around you to plug your seatbelt in.

You looked at the beige leather seats, which felt nice and cool against your bloody head. Watching with little movements as he walked around the car and climbed in, frowning as you noticed his collar was covered in blood and grime from where you had laid against him.

"I'm sorry I'm going to ruin your nice seats, and I've ruined your shirt already." You apologised, throat clamming up and swallowing hard as you fought not to cry. The older man looked at you sternly, sending chills down your spine as his friendly demeanour faded for a second but left a still disciplined expression behind.

"Don't apologise, my shirt can be washed, and so can the seats. I'm taking you to get cleaned up and get you some first-aid."

You barely nodded, a little frightened by the sternness to his tone, the friendly and dad-like man you had known was suddenly something darker, and you felt the palpitations begin in your chest again.

The car started again and Steve began to drive, keeping his eyes on the road and occasionally glancing at you to see how you were holding up. He had to admit, he was surprised with how far you had walked. He'd initially gone to your house to see if you had gone home under the pretence that you had missed an early morning appointment. When you weren't there, he had checked the hospital next, pretending to be looking for a co-worker who had hadn't heard from since days ago. But finding you walking along the highway in the sun and coated in blood, he shivered slight, his own handiwork, was better than anything he could have asked for.

He noticed your head dipping low, sinking forwards as you began to pass out and he put a large hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly and feeling how your soft flesh gave under his calloused fingers. It successfully made you jump and look at him, eyes slightly glassy as he gave you a lopsided smile and stroked your leg reassuringly, just like he had touched your arm at Sparky's.

"Sorry doll, you were falling asleep and until we can tell if you have concussion, I don't want you to do that okay?" His voice was warm and soft again, making you smile lazily back at him and nod compliantly.

"You're right Mr. Raglan. I'm just feeling exhausted, I'm not even sure I believe what happened to me." You laughed somewhat bitterly, running your hands over your face to partly hide your blush as his large hand remained on your thigh for a moment, giving it another squeeze before putting his hand back on the gear-stick.

"Of course not, it's Freddy's. Nobody would believe you. Why would they? You'll just be seen as another weirdo trying to bring back the old urban legend." He scoffed, giving the same warm fatherly smile, as he watched you nod your head slowly in agreement. Something in him stirred as he watched you so compliant and silent in his passenger seat, subdued by his work and tired out from walking to just try and escape his clutches.

"You're right again...it was so bizarre, there was this...yellow bunny and I swear there was a person inside..it..it bled when I did something to it." You mumble, turning your head away and missing as Steve tensed up for a moment. Scowling and looking down at his right arm, flexing his fingers and clenching them before the friendly look on his face returned.

"Ah, sounds like Spring Bonnie, and the hydraulic fluid can turn red in colour when it's old." He bluffed somewhat, keeping his voice even and cheery. Hoping you knew nothing about animatronics and their build to question it, and as you gave a quiet groan, he smiled to himself.

The rest of the ride was fairly silent, and you didn't even question it as he passed the exit for the hospital, instead taking a slip road off of the highway and heading towards a long thin driveway between some trees. The trees grew thicker and the break from the harsh light was soothing to your eyes.

It was only a few minutes later that you pulled up outside a beautiful, if worn down, prairie style house with white front porch and faded purpley-blue paint on the siding. It was peeling in places, gone in others, but you had to admit, this was a far more cozy place than you ever would have thought that Steve Raglan lived in.

Turning off the engine, he got out of the car and came back around your side to open the door, leaning over you with a reassuring smile as he unclipped your seatbelt for you. As he was near you, you breathed deeply, and you realised that the smell you had caught on your first session with him was his one. Steve smelt like some nice spiced cologne, coffee and cheap cigarettes and it made you want to melt into him even more.

"I'll carry you again doll, you look like you're not too stable on your feet." he commented, sliding his hand under your legs and supporting your back, carefully manoeuvring you as your hands wrapped around his neck again. Head carefully laid against his shoulder and breath warm against his neck as your eyes fluttered closed and open again, too tired to fight it.

Opening the door with his elbow, Steve stepped inside and allowed your eyes to adjust to the dim inside of his house. It was all slightly outdated, like a little moment frozen in time as he kicked off his shoes and carried you through the house. Allowing you to see faded patterns on wallpaper, couches and an armchair that seemed like they had seen the abuse of family over the years, the stairs creaking beneath your combined weight as he moved with a surprising ease.

Plopping you down outside a door, he reached around you and pulled on a string, letting the cool bathroom lights flicker on and reveal a surprisingly modern bathroom compared to the rest of the house. The shower was absolutely huge, although you supposed you weren't too surprised as Steve was huge compared to you. He made you feel small with how he carried you so effortlessly, and his large hands against his body made you shiver, especially as he placed one against your lower back.

"Before we patch you up, you shoulder shower. Sit on the floor to make sure you don't fall over if you get dizzy. I'll be sat outside so just shout if you need me, okay?" He spoke softly, his thumb stroking up your spine before gently pushing you inside. Watching as you figured out how to turn on the water before coming back to close the door. Your cheeks flushed and meeting his eyes nervously with a cute smile.

"Thank you Mr. Raglan."

"Oh please, you can call me Steve doll, I think we're past the formalities don't you?" He cooed, chuckling as you nodded and slowly slumping down on the floor next to the door as he said he would, sitting cross legged despite his massive stature and undoing his tie completely. Head leaned back against the wall as you shut the door and stripped into the warming air.

The water felt good against your aching body, and you did as Steve suggested, sititng on the floor and letting the water sting as it fell over your vulnerable form.

Outside, Steve Raglan grinned wolfishly. Unbuttoning his shirt slowly and thinking about how good you had looked being so docile whilst knowing that he had brought you such fear. Delicious, unbridled fear that had made you cry and scream as you saw him. He shivered at the thought. But something in him twinged as he thought about how small you were in his arms, how delicate and breakable you had looked to him, like a scared little baby bunny. How his hands had engulfed your thigh easily, how the soft flesh gave and felt under his calloused skin.

Licking his lips, he bit it after a moment. Wondering if any of his wounds would scar and leave a little bit of him behind on your body, and he found himself wondering how pretty you would look being marked up by him and him alone.

#steve raglan x reader #william afton x reader #william afton x you #william afton smut #william afton #steve raglan #springtrap #springtrap x reader

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wouldntyou-liketoknow · 6 months

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I'd Like to Adopt These Side Characters, Please (And Also Make One Arbitrarily To Appease The Vibes)

So, I've already mentioned my plans to write something for our dear single-minute-of-screentime-boys from the FNAF movie. And, as per usual for me, posting some headcanons will help the ideas flow for that WIP. . .

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Jack Samar

His passengers always are, in fact, "the weirdos." It just seems to happen without fail. College partygoers crashing down from adrenaline (among other things) highs, random drifters that could all probably be in the same cult if you pay attention to detail, that one guy who's all too happy to take advantage of the open secret that the ducks in the park are free. . .Most of the time, it's nothing too serious. But he's still got some very interesting stories here and there.

He's one of the best drivers in town. And that's not just due to his job as a cabbie; he knows how dangerous driving can be, so he takes pride in making sure his skills are sharp. (Seriously, if you've ever driven a car, then you know it's practically a miracle to see someone else on the road who actually knows what they're doing.)

He has a steel-trap memory; he knows every part of town like the back of his hand. Constantly driving on various routes just has that effect on you.

He's a bit of a rescuer. As in, if he happens to see a stray animal while driving, then he'll park, coax said animal into the car, and then drop it off at at the local shelter. If you have him drive you from Point A to Point B, there's a good chance you'll spot a scruffy-looking cat or dog riding shotgun.

If he isn't too tired at the end of his shifts, he'll drive over to Sparky's for a late-night snack before heading home to rest. Both he and Ness are good listeners, so a decent chunk their banter is dedicated to venting about sucky patrons.

He's certainly aware of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria, as well as the rumors surrounding it, but he never really bothered with the place. And he doesn't plan to start bothering with it after seeing Golden Freddy in the back of his taxi.

Although. . .well, that occurrence might have made him start weighing the pros and cons of trying to get more information out of Mason. (He's very much hesitant about it, of course. Yeah, he was the one to help Mason out, but the assumption of Mason's experience with Freddy's is still far from pleasant.)

(Yes, his name is a pun inspired by Cory's samurai joke. What did you expect from me?)

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Ness Aeoruhndbt-Ultendera

"Ness" is only his nickname, but he doesn't plan on revealing his full name anytime soon. Not even to his friends, for whatever reason. There's also a bit of an inside joke about how his surname is too long to actually fit on his nametag. (Yes, that gibberish my personal idea for his surname. I spent way more time working on it than I probably should have because I was determined to make a weird/funny reference, so leave me alone, okay?!)

He's been in the restaurant business ever since he was a kid; he's worked in several different joints before Sparky's. Coming from a family of foodies, he truly enjoys what he does, no matter how small-scale. Sure, some days are worse than others, but that's just life.

Similarly to Jack, it's not that uncommon for him to serve some strange characters. (Hell, sometimes the strange characters in question will wave down Jack's cab right after they've finished their meal at Sparky's.) Nothing usually comes of it, but he's still more than observant enough to pick up on certain oddities.

He makes a genuine effort to be polite and outgoing with customers. But make no mistake, he absolutely can, has, and will verbally curb-stomp someone if they push him or his coworkers too far. (Aunt Jane was lucky that her jab was minor. Plus, Ness just had other customers to focus on.)

It's no surprise that he LOVES conspiracy theories. Now, he knows which crackpot rabbit-holes to avoid, but he's still the type to listen to true crime podcasts almost religiously. In a way, researching and brainstorming is a comfort to him.

He's actually developed legitimate friendships with a specific few of Sparky's regulars. (Jack and Mason are part of this camp.) In fact, if there aren't many other customers that need tending to, he'll sit down and chat with them while they eat.

While he's perky during the day, he's still a night owl. It helps that his regular-friends almost always stop by in the late hours. (This has also paved the way for him to become a bit of a coffee-addict, but not to the point of concern. Speaking of which: he takes great joy in people's reactions to his argument that coffee is actually a type of soup.)

Oh, and that rubber-chicken-head-pencil-topper? Its name is Fabio, and Ness has been carrying it for several years now. He can't remember where/when/how he came into possession of Fabio, but you can pry it from his cold, dead hands.

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Mason Kingsley

I wasn't originally planning to make a technical fanego for the FNAF movie. But after I learned that Mark was intended to make a cameo, I was intrigued. Thus, Mason—aka Trauma Boi—was born. His inclusion here (and in that future story I mentioned) is basically just a "What if?" scenario. As in, A. What if Mark had actually played the role of that first nightguard in the movie, and B. what if he'd actually survived his ordeal at Freddy's. . .?

Please read "survived," as "escaped by the skin of his teeth with grievous injuries and is now sort of dead inside."

Fittingly enough, Jack happened to by passing by when Mason fled the restaurant. It's pretty damn easy to stop for a guy who's covered in blood and cradling a broken arm and screaming for help.

After Jack drove Mason to the hospital, the two of them made an effort to stay in touch. Their respective patronage to Sparky's helps out with that.

Time passed, as it tends to do, and Mason eventually recovered. Keep in mind that the recovery was physical; he's still having night-terrors about animatronic monsters. Just the mention of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria will make him start shaking and murmuring under his breath, pale and tense.

He absolutely refuses to talk about the incident in detail, but it left some very obvious scars on his neck, chest, and arms. He's constantly trying to keep said scars covered.

Silver lining: shortly after recovering, Mason was able to adopt a therapy pet. Enter Checkers, a golden retriever who's just the best emotionally-tuned girl and is always by his side.

He stops by Sparky's for dinner once or twice per week. He wasn't too receptive to Ness' chitchat at first, but by now they have a solid friendship. (It started when Ness "accidentally" brought out a large side of bacon with Mason's order. Checkers most certainly appreciated that, so it's become a small tradition between them.)

(And just to clarify, because I KNOW someone is gonna read this and take it the wrong way: I'm NOT using this to try and whine about Mark's absence in the movie. It's really not too hard to understand that his own Iron Lung project has kept him INCREDIBLY BUSY. It's an amazing accomplishment for him, so of course it should take priority over a cameo in FNAF.)

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@sammys-magical-au @that-bat @bee-the-matpat-simp @insane4fandoms

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intheoldtherebefore · 15 days

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these are all kind of modern and based off of things that have actually happened

Trench was insufferable after the fnaf movie came out last year. I just know he was one of those people who complained about it not being scary enough, without realizing this was basically an introduction film (I think). Tanner is the one person who you do not want to play games with because he always wins. He has little “cheats” he knows to make him better, even though what he did wasn’t technically cheating. Just annoying.

Coral is an awful driver. She’s has horrible road rage, and is petty. You will hold onto your life when she is driving in fear of losing it. But she has great depth perception.

Mizzen has an energy drink addiction. It started from trying Corals and then he was hooked. He practically bounces off of the walls when he gets caffeine, or it calms him down. There is no middle ground for that. When people ask where the hell he got an energy drink from he look at Coral and she gets super irritated.

Lamina has a small business. She is very crafty, and creative so she definitely has some little online shop and she makes A LOT of money oddly enough. Her friends also accuse her of being a witch all of the time. I don’t know why but I can just see people doing that.

i just KNOW treech would have had a field day after he saw the fort scene, he probably went to watch it with coral, tanner, mizzen and lamina and they all had to physically shut him up because he was complaining "WHERE ARE THE JUMPSCARES, WHY ARE THEY BUILDING A BLANKET FORT???"

and about tanner that is so true, he definitely always wins at uno and nobody can tell if its immense luck or if he's cheating

yeah when coral drives her friends places there are several times where they think they're gonna crash and are just like "welp, tell my family i love them" and that only makes coral madder

mizzen is definitely addicted to energy drinks but he definitely goes hyper when having them so coral doesn't let him have them anymore 😭

small business lamina is so true!! i personally hc modern!lamina to do things with woodwork because it's her family's business, and she'd expand it by going online <3

thank u for the hcs!! <33

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #treech tbosas #tanner tbosas #coral tbosas #mizzen tbosas #lamina tbosas #bel answers stuff

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foxwithashortsword · 7 months

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I’M SORRY???

Can you elaborate on this au pls im curious

Yeah, that probably does need elaboration.

Okay, I do believe I made a post on Fox before, but regardless, I will do a small recap.

This happens post-future during Steven’s road-trip. He goes up to Hurricane, Utah, a fun nowhere town, because he heard about a one-of-a-kind attraction type thing. Animatronics and performances of the bygone 80’s. And we know Steven loves robots.

And naturally, if you’re familiar with any lore of Fnaf (five nights at Freddy’s) you know this place is absolutely not safe and haunted as hell. But Steven doesn’t know that, and he checks it out despite Connie’s warnings about overpriced bad pizza.

And it’s not long before Steven is approached by a charismatic employee about a one-day job. The endo skeleton is broken and one of the suit performers is sick, and everyone is so sad that Foxy (the animatronic) can’t perform. And Steven is excited because who can say they’ve piloted a robot before and gotten $250 outta it.

Right, and naturally, this employee is not a good person. A murderer, responsible for every bad thing that’s happened at this place. And Steven gets inside this metal and fabric suit full of springs and metal barbs. These are called springlocks, and they line the entire interior of this suit to hold the actual robot inside for when a person can’t pilot it. And yes, they’re a death trap. Think the Iron Maiden torture method except the spikes actually go all the way through.

This man springs those locks on Steven when they’re alone in the back room by undoing the safety clamp on the back of the neck, and it’s a bloodbath from there. There’s YouTube videos demonstrating a springlock failure if you wanna see that but yeah, it’s a rough way to go out.

Thankfully, the gem wasn’t shattered and magic was just enough to keep him from kicking the bucket all the way over. But he is stuck inside the building, which quickly got shutdown as the blood stench and all the criminal investigation caused business problems. The process for Steven to be able to walk inside that suit is long and agonizing, and his mind is on a downhill slope.

There are different ways this AU can go. Bad or Worse. The art made by the lovely @swordmahes was of the better of the two. In which Connie and the gems finally track him and bust him out before he goes insane. Scars are left from the springlocks, his vision is damaged, and his personality is definitely altered. But he gets better, gets physical therapy, and continues living. Probably eventually going after the guy who did it too.

The worse option is the opposite, he loses his mind, beyond saving, a killer machine with nothing but fight or flight instincts trying to stay alive.

Fnaf was the first thing I ever actually got invested in, so naturally I mixed it with my other big interest. It’s gruesome and awful but that’s my brand. Anyways, yeah, hope you enjoyed my AU rambling.

#su au #my aus #fox #steven universe #steven universe future #steven quartz universe #su #connie maheswaran #su future #the bastards #and yes there is a reason the name is bastards #this lore is a mess of stuff #think the fucking yarn bulletin boards #I’ve got strings for everything

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dangelqueentmnt16 · 7 months

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Hat box ghost x autistic reader 💕

Based a real story from my dear friend with autism!

My name is Y/N I'm 18 and I live in Louisiana, in an old mansion. I'm walking home after school, you see people are ignorant asshols! I was in class today talking to my bff. We were walking down the hall to lunch.I was talking about my favorite game plants vs zombies! The lore is actually very coated and detailed! But suddenly my stupid classmates intruded in our conversation! "Hey Y/N, how's it going!?" They taunted me, my bff scrunched her nose in annoyance. "Go away, I'm not dealing with your shit today Claire!" I snapped at her. But little did I notice the air horn Maggie had in her hand, suddenly she blaired it in my right ear! Scarring me shitless, my bff saw me collapse and cover my ears on the floor. She snarled at the tow twits, and began yelling at them, but all I could hear was ringing… my hands and body felt shaky…. My voice began to stutter in mumbles and sounds without illegible words. My bff saw this and knew that moving me would only over stimulate me more! But she sat with me for the whole hour, even though the teacher eventually made us go back to class…

You see, I have autism, and I'm very known for being overstimulated easily in school. Due to the one year I had an attack during a fire drill! You see, sudden loud noises tend to make me over-stimulate… and my classmates think I'm faking it or I'm just crazy! The only real friend I have is my bff, who has OCD! To say the least, the rest of the day was hell! I was fumbling over myself, and put myself into my drawing trying to keep calm. It didn't really help much, but my teachers were understanding. but mostly I just wanted to go home!

I'm now on my way home walking down the dirt road, the air is crisp and cool. Autumn is in motion and the air feels free with lively energy! As I walk down the lane to the front of the house, i noticed my parents cars weren't in the driveway. Mom must be at work, and dad is probably getting groceries. I walk up the steps to meet the door, inserting the key and turning it with a click. I push the door open with a eary creek, and close it behind me trapping the cool air outside! "HELLO, IM HOOOOME!!!" I yell out to the house my voice, bouncing off the walls. There was no answer, so I sighed and turned to the kitchen tossing my coat off on the kitchen table. I go for the cabinet, and grab the hot coco mix. I then put some water in the electric kettle, and set it to warm up "tisk tissue tissue, young lady put your jacket away!" I smile softly, but not much. I didn't feel great today… I turn to the direction of the voice, "hi hatty!" Before my eyes he materialized. There stood my favorite ghost with a goofy grin and hatbox in hand. He looked up at me with a smile, but it fell quickly " my dear, why do your eyes seem so sad?" I sighed a beep echoed in the room, I grabbed a mug from the cupboard and poured the warm water in the mug. Mixing in the hot cocoa packet, I took my first sip and let the flavor take me away from my sorrows… "Y/N?" Hatty asked again and I sighed, placing my cup down on the counter. "Claire and Maggie blew a blow horn in my ear and I got over-stimulated at lunch time.." I silently confessed. His eyes widened, and his face grew with some anger. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry Y/N!" He came over to you scooping you in a cold embrace, you let the tears fall and cried into his chest. He held you like the moment he let go you'd disappear, little did I know he was plotting a great revenge! CLAIRE AND NAGGIE WILL PAY!!" The rest of the night you two spent your time in your room on your bed, cuddling watching markiplier get scared shitless from fnaf jump scares!

Part 2 eventually. I'm very busy with packing "my boyfriend & his fam r moving", and studying the G.E.D. so srry but I promise part 2 will come soon luv yall 🤗💕

#haunted mansion #hatbox ghost #hatbox ghost x reader #alistair crump #the haunted mansion #the hatbox ghost #disney #disney haunted mansion #fanfiction #fanfic

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demonicchicken1121 · 5 months

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I love imagining all the weird shit that happens to Michael after hes scooped. Like he and Henry are just starting to get a good routine, and then some crazy corpse shit happens. I just had the thought that the remnant would make his body just start producing blood again, and he just wakes up and is like, "Henry. hELP."

#fnaf #micheal afton #henry emily #scooped michael #fnaf au #fnaf road to hell #road to hell au

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riahlynn101 · 6 months

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Day Seventeen: "Leave Me Alone."

Trigger Warnings: Implied/referenced murder, kidnapping, Wiliam being delusional, childhood trauma, and severe abandonment issues.

Set in the FNAF movie universe.

William considered himself a fairly patient man. Co-owning a diner geared towards children and families tested it daily.

It had taken weeks of watching and waiting, but he’s sure now is the right time to move.

William gets out of his car. The house is dark, all the lights seem to be off. He opens the front door, slinking quietly into the house.

It’s a mess.

He spots his ex-wife slumped over at the kitchen table, head resting on a pile of papers. From here, William recognizes the familiar picture of the boy he kidnapped and murdered not four months previous.

Inwardly, he smiles.

Turning his head, William sees the person he’s here for.

Michael is asleep, curled up on the couch. He mutters in his sleep - a habit he’s had since early childhood. William’s heart aches suddenly. It’s been a long time since he’s been able to lay eyes on his son. Nearly a decade in fact.

Without thinking any further, William scoops his son up. He’s bigger now. No longer a tiny toddler, but still surprisingly light.

Michael murmurs in his sleep, shifting closer to his dad’s chest. Something like pride wells up in William’s chest. Even after all these years, his son still recognizes him.

He leaves the way he came, making sure to sneer at his ex-wife as he does so. Stupid bitch thought she could take what was his. The memory of coming home to an empty house still burns.

But….William got her back, ten-fold.

He places Michael in the passenger seat, buckling him in, and covering him with a blanket from the backseat.

William starts the drive back to Utah. He still has a business to run, and he’s sure his son would like being back home. Nebraska just doesn’t have the same feel as Hurricane.

-x-x-x-

Mike wakes up to the sound of the radio playing classic rock. Something his mom hates. Says it hurts her ears. Dad also isn’t fond of it, choosing to play softer sounding music instead. The only person who likes it even a little bit is him, and he only listens to it through his walkman.

Groggily, he reaches up towards his head, trying to feel for his headphones. Maybe he fell asleep with them on. It wouldn’t be the first time, but it is kind of amazing his walkman hasn’t shut off yet.

Next to him, someone snickers. A larger hand ruffles his hair. “Goodmorning, sleepy head,” a man says.

Mike tenses. Slowly, he looks at the man. He’s tall, taller than Mike’s mom or dad. Glasses sit perched on his nose, and he wears a button up-shirt and slacks.

Mike’s heart starts to race. Memories come racing back to him. Things that he forgot following his brother’s kidnapping. Things that he needed to remember, but couldn’t while being interrogated by the police.

He screams….

…and screams…

…and-

The car is jerked roughly onto the side of the road. A hand slaps itself over his mouth, cutting him off.

Mike’s heart beats wildly against his ribcage.

“What the hell is your problem?” The man asks, sternly.

He makes a noise behind the hand, but it comes out muffled. The man lets his mouth go, but there’s a warning look in his eyes. As if he wants Mike to try something.

“You…you’re the man. The one that took….” he trails off, unable to say the words. In a tinier voice, Mike asks, “are you here to kill me?” In no way does he want to die, but if it means being with his brother again, then Mike would be okay with that. The last few months have been hell on all of them. And he misses his little brother terribly.

The man looks at him, an unreadable expression on his face. “Why would I kill my son,” he says simply.

His blood runs cold. “Your son…? No, sorry….I’m not-”

A fury flashes in the man’s eyes. He grabs Mike by the shoulder roughly. “Yes. You are.” He shakes him a little. “Don’t pretend you’re not.”

Mike shakes his head. “No, I have a dad.”

The man lets him go, settling back in his seat. He laughs. “You do, huh?”

A little freaked out, Mike nods. “Yeah.”

“Your dad,” the man starts, “isn’t going to save you now.”

The car starts up again, but Mike’s too shocked to say anything. Because the man sounds so sure of himself, like he’s planned everything out from start-to-end. And it makes sense. If he stole Garrett….then what hope does Mike have of being found?

He stares at the door. Maybe he can-

“Don’t even think about it,” the man says in a monotone voice, his eyes still firmly on the road.

Mike spends the rest of the drive, looking out the window. When they stop, he tells himself, he’ll escape then. Or if they pass by a police car, Mike can wave them down.

But both of those things never happen.

-x-x-x-

William pulls into the driveway. He parks the car, looking expectantly at his son. Maybe seeing the house will jog Michael’s memories. He doesn’t blame his son, of course, for not remembering him. His ex-wife probably did a great job of erasing him from their pasts. And the guy she ended up re-married to, likely replaced any remaining memories Michael had of him.

Still, the fact that he was replaced at all, hurts.

Michael looks at him, not a hint of recognition in his big brown eyes. Eyes that used to look up at him with nothing but unconditional love.

William sighs. “Guess not, “ he mutters under his breath. He gets out of the car, going over to Michael’s side. The minute the door opens, his son tries to make a break for it. But William catches him instantly.

He’s carted inside, screaming all the way.

Thankfully, no one’s outside. And even if they were, none of them were likely to help Michael. They would just chalk his screaming up to a kid having a tantrum.

He carries Michael, kicking and screaming, all the way to his old bedroom. Everything is still the same, minus the bed (which he recently bought in expectation that his son would be home soon), and the lack of windows (which he boarded up to stop his son from being able to escape).

As carefully as he can-given that his son is trying to bite him-William places Michael down on the floor. “There,” he says. “Home at last.”

Michael looks up at him-not with any form of fondness or love-but with anger and fear and….disgust.

“Leave me alone. This isn’t my home,” he snaps, getting to his feet. “I want to go home!”

Chuckling, William pats his son’s fluffy curls. “But you are home, and,” the expression on his face darkens, his hand tightens its hold on Michael’s hair, “no one is ever going to take you away from me again.”

#whumptober2023 #no.17 #leave me alone #tw kidnapping #tw referenced murder #tw delusion #fnaf mike schmidt #garrett schmidt #fnaf michael afton #fnaf movie #fnaf william afton

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Random Thoughts About Cornelius/Lewis I think about way too often

Title is self explanatory. Mostly headcanons under the cut.

I wonder what else he's picky about? Why would he make a PB&J gun? Because he's like me. Portions on certain foods need to be EXACTLY TO MY SPECIFICATIONS otherwise I'll break down. So if he's picky about a simple PB&J, what else is he picky over? I think he doesn't like a lot of spaghetti sauce on pasta, or he just orders butter pasta. He probably never has any kind of liquid/creamy based thing on subs, like mayo or dressings. Also can't stand coconut. Just a vibe.

I don't think Neil tolerates heat very well. I feel like on really hot Summer days, the last thing he wants to do is go outside... unless it's to a pool. Because he gets heat sick very easily, and he feels like he's gonna puke but he knows he's not but because he feels like he is he's just in an eternal cycle of suffering. I'm not speaking from experience what are you talking about...

Loud/sudden loud noises are probably a sensitive thing for Cornelius. I feel like when he was younger he'd hate the sound of blenders, mixers, rumble strips on roads, lightning, etc. As well as shrill/cringe inducing noises such as styrofoam rubbing against styrofoam, crinkling/ripping/rubbing plastic, squeaky markers on whiteboards, buzzing from flies and bees, and squeaky shoes on linoleum floors.

Do you think Neil ever goes into one of those little travel bubbles and just kinda floats through the air? Like to be in a calming environment.

I think besides dogs, he also wants a pet snake. It was like that when he was a kid, and as an adult, he still wants a pet snake.

Cornelius has a very specific way of doing things, and if you mess up that system by cleaning his mess for him, you're dead!

I think in general he has sleep issues. Especially when Neil is on business trips. He's only comfortable (and used to) sleeping in his own environment, so any other environment messes with his routine enough to make him toss and turn.

In case it wasn't already obvious, I think Cornelius is autistic. Self diagnosed later on down the line. I feel like the physical symptom he displays the most (aside from fidgeting) is toe walking.

Let's face it... Lewis in the movie is kind of an irritable jerk. But I think this is explained by his past. He always keeps his guard up and he never wants to get close to anybody because they always leave him. Hence why he scolds himself for letting himself think Wilbur was a friend, rather than scolding Wilbur for lying after he found out.

He didn't like frogs at first because "Ew, slimy."

He was definitely the type to always get picked last in gym class. Neil can't catch a ball to save his life... but he is a pretty fast runner.

Another vibe I get, but I feel like there were those times when he wished Mr. Willerstein could be his dad. He was essentially the only thing close to a father figure he had in his life before he got adopted. We don't see much screen time with them interacting, but it's clear Lewis and Mr. Willerstein had a pretty good teacher-student relationship. Hell, I even feel like Lewis would prefer to spend his lunch hour with his teacher instead of in the cafeteria with everybody being loud and annoying.

If Neil is gonna play any game, it's gotta have good puzzles. So what I'm saying is he probably played a lot of Professor Layton. But because he grew up during the DS, Wii, and Gamecube era, he's probably nostalgic for those Zelda games (Twilight Princess, Ocarina of Time, Skyward Sword), Mario games (New Bros. Wii, Mario Kart Wii, Galaxy 1 & 2, Mario Kart DS, Mario Party DS, Double Dash, Sunshine, Paper Mario), as well as the Metroid and Megaman games which would've been in circulation during that time period. For some reason, I don't think he was ever interested in Pokemon. I feel like that's more Franny's schtick.

Cornelius does NOT like horror games. Unless it's FNaF, because it's not actually scary most of the time.

He either sleeps in the softest blankets known to man or he ain't sleeping at all.

Neil may be one of the smartest men on Earth, yes, but he still has his dumb moments. Like when he's trying to find the syrup in the pantry for his pancakes, and he can't find it so he asks Wilbur for help. Then Wilbur proceeds to find the bottle of syrup that was right in front of Neil's face the whole time, and he somehow didn't register its existence.

Lewis prefers longer socks to normal length socks, because he blisters easily. But also because there are more fun varieties.

Frogs he can learn to love. But small, spindly spiders? NOPE NOPE NOPE. Tarantulas? He loves them because they're fuzzy and the perfect petting size! But the minute the spiders get smaller he is OUT. He hates bugs in general, really. The minute he finds a spider, ant, bee, or any bug in his house he will bomb the residence then move to Mars.

#rosey rambles #late night thoughts #random thoughts #meet the robinsons #lewis robinson #cornelius robinson

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mayonezroulette · 4 months

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I made a list of all the properties/things I'd want to cosplay from... it's a long list and not in any order. This is just a list of all the media and not who I'd cosplay. Might make a list of that later. Or if you really want to know a certain one go ahead and ask away.

ANIME:

Saint Seiya

One Piece

Inuyasha

Yu Yu Hakusho

Black Butler

Bungo Stray Dogs

Higurashi When They Cry

Trinity Blood

Witch Hunter Robin

Gunslinger Girls

Nightwalker: The Midnight Detective

Oh My Goddess

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Death Note

Beserk

Chainsaw Man

Monochrome Factor

Dark Gathering

Jojo Bizarre Adventure

Chimimo

Banana Fish

Zombieland Saga

Mob Psycho

Naruto

The Promised Neverland

Magi

Soul Eater

Osomatsu-San

Trigun

Assassination Classroom

Sailor Moon

Yugi-Oh

Digimon

Another

Cardcaptor Sakura

VIDEO GAMES:

Hades

Alice Maddness Returns

Dark Souls/Bloodbourne/Elden Ring

Mega Man

Sonic

Stardew Valley

Minecraft (MCYT)

Guilty Gear

Tekken

Mortal Kombat

Baldur's Gate Dark Alliance 2

Metro Last Light

Hollow Knight

Skyrim

Monster Prom

Dragon Age

Rusty Lake series

Bad Dream series

Silent Hill

Resident Evil

Left 4 Dead series

When They Cry series

Littlewood

Sun Haven

Story of Season/Harvest Moon

Animal Crossing

Mario series

Sally Face

Saints Row

Corpse Party

Gregory Horror Show

Bully

No Straight Roads

Don't Starve

FNAF

CARTOON MOVIES/SHOWS:

Coraline

Xiaolin Showdown

South Park

Metalocalypse

SuperJail

Hell and Back

Fairly Oddparents

Danny Phantom

Courage the Cowardly Dog

Hi Hi Puffy AmiYumi

My Life as a Teenage Robot

He-man

Ben 10

Generator Rex

Thunder Cats

Amazing World of Gumball

Star VS the Forces of Evil

Over the Garden Wall

Powerpuff Girls

The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy

Voltron

She-Ra

PODCASTS:

The Magnus Archives

Welcome to Nightvale

Malevolent

COMICS/MANGA:

X-Men

Batman

Flash

Scarlet Veronica

Jhonen Vasquez series (Invader Zim, JTHM, Squee, ect.)

Lenore the Dead Girl

Plastic Man

Deadpool

Moonknight

Sandman

Junji Ito Stories

Legal Drug/Drug & Drop

#cosplay idea #cosplay media list #I want to cosplay from so much #cosplay #future endeavors #too much to do #too little time #cosplay list

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rigelswrittingsquare · 6 months

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part 3 of many

jeff x reader SFW

word count: 1173

warnings: FNAF SPOILERS. jeff pov, talk about janes plan, sibling bickering, sibling comfort SLOOOOOWWWW BURN.

self indulgent fic :3

god works fast but I work FASTER. I may edit this one later.

A Spark

Jeff tapped his thumb on the steering wheel, as he drove through the quiet streets. It was a small town, and when you live in a small town, there isn't much stuffed up traffic. Which could be a blessing, if it wasn't for the quiet. Jeff reached over to turn on the radio, in which "Hard to Handle" by The Black Crowes blared through the cars walls, causing Jeff and Max to jump. Jeff immediately went to turn it down, knowing full well that Hank and Carl tampered with it during their joyrides through town when he was away. He should have never lent them his keys.

Max looked out the window, her eyes flickering back and forth as she watched the trees. Eventually, she turned to look at Jeff, before looking back down at her hands.

"So..Three weeks.." She clicked her tongue, looking back up at her brother. She was only met with a scoff.

"Three fuckin weeks.. Three weeks to bust into that joint, and all this for a kid?" He huffed, tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel rhythmically.

"..Yeah.. She's a good kid too, and.." She trailed off, crossing her arms to hug herself.

"Yeah, yeah I know, Mikes a sweet guy. You've told me."

"He doesn't deserve it!" Max speaks up, looking over at Jeff. She believed Abby deserved better, even if she and Mike had a rocky siblingship. But she desperately needed the money, Mike wasn't paying her, and it was getting harder to make a living.

"You know we need the money.. I mean, 1000 bucks? Just to smash a place? Max, it's easy money. It's shitty and dirty, but it's easy money." He turned to look at Max, before sighing, and focusing on the road.

"Listen, sis.. I know you don't want to be involved, but I'm trying to help. I don't like seeing you struggling so hard just to make ends meet. And if that means we got to screw with some dude's job in an abandoned run down shit hole, I'm willing to do that for you. But..you have to work with me."

"...You are right.. It's just.." She trailed off, trying to find a different way to make her point come across, but before she could add anything, Jeff interrupted.

"You told me." He replied abruptly, taking a pause to continue. "He's a nice guy, he doesn't deserve it, yada yada. Max, just three more weeks, and it'll be over, okay? Hell, I'm sure you could lie about it and he wouldn't even find out."

"You think so?" Max looked over at him, wrapping her flannel around her.

"I know so." He told her, trying to build some confidence so that she wouldn't throw over their plan entirely.

Max started to speak, before deciding against it, and she turned back to face the passenger window. It was a quiet ride, for a few minutes, until she decided to bring something up that had been pinging around her mind.

"So.. I noticed something.. today.." She started, giving occasional glances to her brother. She hoped that some small talk would drive this awkward moment away.

"Hm."

"That.. waitress.. yeah?" She started, cautiously.

"....What about 'em?" Shit. Did she catch him staring? Those times he had to be snapped out of spacing out while looking in their direction? Why was she asking about them for?

Max watched his weary reaction, and raised a brow, cocking her head to the side. She noted his interesting reaction, and continued to press on. "Well.... At first I thought that you were trying to get back at Jane for just being annoying.. But I saw the way you looked at them.. Did you.." She paused for a moment, before deciding against saying what she was going to say. "Did you know them?"

Jeff's grip on the steering wheel relaxed, before he by an speaking, feeling more than relieved she hasn't seemingly caught on. He knew that it was just a hallway crush, but god did they longer in his mind. "I thought I did, just... Couldn't out my finger on it." He made an attempt to smoothly lie, but Max knew better of her brother. She decided against messing with him though.

"Ah.." Was all she replied with, before resting her face against the car window. She adjusted her flannel again, before relaxing against the cool of the window.

Jeff had a hand draped out his open window, pondering if he should visit that waitress sometime again, but he wouldn't quite figure out a way as to how he should do that.

Unless..

He thought really,

Really hard.

Now, he could drop by and wait for you to talk to him as he sits on the bar part of the diner, but Ness could get in the way. He just wants to get to know you better, and at the very least, be friends with you. He wanted to get to know the person who caught his eye, but he didn't want to push anything with you. He wanted to come off as confident, not desperate.

Turning a corner, Jeff pulled into Mike's driveway, to drop Max off so they could talk. Jeff thought it was more about discussing Mac's babysitting times, but he zoned out when she discussed that at the table.

After putting the car in park, he waited for Max to get out of the car, before turning off the car and sticking his head out of the window. "Hey max!" He called after her, waving a hand to get her attention.

"Yeah?" Max turned, facing Jeff as he stuck his head out the window. She had to admit her brother looks ridiculous right now.I

"Remember the deal, okay? But.. Have a good day, yeah?"

" ...Thanks, jeff. "

"Don't mention it." He then ducked his head in the car, and twisted the keys again, his engine roaring to life. He made sure Max got in the door, before driving off to his own home.

Approaching his driveway after several minutes of driving, he puts the car in park, sitting in his car for a few moments, mulling over how he's going to approach you. The only thing that could go wrong is if Ness decided to approach him, or if you somehow get sick, but the later outcome was him worrying too much. It wasn't that complex of a situation, but it's you we are stalking about here. He knows he does shady shit, but he doesn't want to scare you off before even getting a chance to be friends with you. To get to know you.

With these things in mind, he takes the keys out of his ignition, sitting in the silence of his car. In the 10 minutes total, that he sat in his car, he finally got out, with a decision that he had hoped would lead him somewhere good.

Tomorrow, he was going to try to get some conversation rolling with you. After all, the worst you could say was no, right?

TO BE CONTINUED BABYYY

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