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sadesluvr · 6 months

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Guilty - William Afton x Reader

To be a lawyer is to adhere to a strict code of ethics.

A/N: Slight AU, but not really. This is kind of tame compared to other William fics I have planned, but I thought it’d be fun to make Reader more dominant and less innocent than usual! This has a bit of build up, but it pays off ofc ;) You can imagine William to be in his 40s/50s like he is in the movie, or 30s as he would’ve been during his killing spree.

Word count: 2.6K

Tags: SMUT / Age gaps (Reader is in her 20s) / Sexual tension / Hybristophilia / Power play (Kinda) / Fearplay (If you squint) / Clothed sex / Unprotected sex / Mutual consent / Dirty talk / Discussion of murder / Mentions of cheating

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza was in a mess. A bunch of children had just gone missing - presumed dead - and there were even rumblings of a lawsuit from the victims’ families. It certainly wasn’t the case an up-and-coming lawyer usually received, but had the potential to be the one that cemented your career.

“I must say, I’m rather surprised you chose me to help you out,” you said to the man who was sitting at the table as you closed the door behind you. Your office was by no means large, but it was sizable enough to make you feel important.

“Why’s that?” He asked, cocking his head, his brows raising above the rims of his glasses. You’d done your pre reading; the man’s name was William Afton, a humble businessman who’d started the pizzeria and had come to you for help. He seemed well meaning enough.

“Well,” you began, adjusting your skirt as you sat down, “I’m not the typical face you’d imagine when picturing a bloodthirsty lawyer. Especially someone like you…”You said carefully. It was no secret that men either overlooked you, or went out of their way to hire you for your ‘assets’. “I find they’re usually set in their ways about having a woman deal with their issues,”

The man shrugged, a small smirk creeping to the side of his face.

“Doesn’t bother me. I have a daughter of my own,”

“Oh,” you smiled, pushing your chair in as you fixed the paperwork around you. “Is she…?”

“She’s a little younger than you,” he said simply. “I make it a mission to practise what I preach at home,”

You smiled, and he smiled back, his skin wrinkling ever so slightly around his eyes and sides of his mouth. He was put together and certainly likeable; only driving you to want to help him out even more. you were quite comfortable, which was good as it was likely that the rest of the office, bar the receptionist and the interns, would file out over time, leaving you alone with him in your assigned wing.

“I suppose we should get started. First — Would you like a cup of coffee?”

“…In conclusion, I suggest you speak to this PR rep, he’s excellent,” you said, sliding a card across the table. “For now, our plan is to go ahead with the statement, and hold off on any retaliation,” you continued, making a few notes as you did. “Cooperate with the police, and let me handle things — But, if there’s anything I should know, it’s best you tell me…” you finished, looking up at him from across the table, your eyes meeting his own blue ones.

William smirked. His focus on the task had dwindled in and out over the past hour and a half, having watched the way you explained things with striking confidence, yet bit your pen childishly before writing things down. He couldn’t help but admire a woman with confidence, and it certainly helped that it wasn’t misplaced. You were good at your job. Perhaps too good.

He wondered how you’d ended up here. Young, attractive, yet closed off in a building with stuffy businessmen on a Friday night. You should’ve been at the club; dressed in your sluttiest attire, making out with random guys whilst you split Margaritas on yourself, eventually taking them back home and fucking their brains off. He wondered if you were the dominant or submissive type; if you liked to take charge and ride in cowgirl position, or into the classic missionary, arms above your head as you moan and whimper for more. You might’ve been good at your job, but it was impossible that you hadn’t fucked any of the seniors in the office during your time.

More importantly, he wondered if you’d ever slept with your clients. After all, it wasn’t as if they were in his calibre; likely some shady businessmen who’d moved a few pots of money around, or middle-aged men moaning about real estate - none notable enough to ruin your reputation.

This was much different. Far different.

You didn’t know it, but you were face to face with a killer.

“Such as?” he hummed. Of course he knew what you meant, but he just wanted to hear you say it.

“…Anything that could damage your validity should there be a trial,” you said, sitting back in your seat. “Forged bank documents, hoarding evidence, an admission of guilt…”

“You think I had something to do with it?”

You paused, somewhat taken aback by how abrupt he was. Usually people reacted dramatically to accusations (especially ones as callous as this), and yet he was eerily calm, barely even flinching at the mention. It intrigued you, but more disturbingly it made you horny.

“I never said that,” you shrugged, trying to compose yourself. “But, if you did, it could change this situation entirely. Your wife, your daughter - the public - will look at you very differently,”

William chuckled, his leg beginning to bounce in excitement. The mention of his family was quite the mood killer, and yet you acknowledging them turned him on. They weren’t really any more than tools to look like a convincing family-friendly businessman, and yet you seemingly bought into it. In terms of the public, well, he had a big ego for sure, but his libido was bigger. Throbbing, even.

“And what about you?” He said, leaning in and placing his hands under his chin, grinning at the way you shifted under his gaze. It was time to turn the tables.

“Excuse me?” you choked, an uncomfortable feeling beginning to churn in your stomach. There was something in the way that he smiled at you, like he was getting some kind of satisfaction from making you squirm. Perhaps you’d been wrong about him. Perhaps there was something deeper.

“Will you look at me any differently?” he insisted. You paused for a moment before shaking your head.

“Absolutely not, Mr Afton. It’s my duty to be impartial,”

So prim and proper. It was time to blur the boundaries.

“Tch,” he scoffed before bursting into laughter. “Come on! That’s what they all say. It’s human nature to judge,”

You rolled your eyes, tossing your leg over the other as you began to drum your fingertips on your desk impatiently. This was usually the part where whoever you were talking to stopped to talk down to you. William could tell you were agitated, and he loved the way your brows were beginning to furrow and lips scrunch into a pout. He wondered how they tasted. Much more how they felt.

“It’s also human nature to feel discomfort when running over time,” you snapped, closing your files with haste. “This session is over, Mr Afton,”

So feisty. Repression had clearly done a number on you.

It was a blatant sign for him to move on, and yet he remained firmly in his seat, watching as you got up to put your files away, skirt slightly crumpled around your legs from how long you’d been sitting. You noticed this and pulled it down, turning to face the man yet again and leaning over the table, palms flat as you rested your hands on either side.

You were rather close to him, and if anyone walked in it would seem sketchy. It didn’t help that he was quite handsome; with rugged yet refined features, a slowly greying goatee and bright eyes that were somewhat hidden by his large glasses. The longer that you stared at him, the more you felt weakened under his gaze.

“Can I help you, Mr Afton?”

“You can,” he said, and you raised a brow for him to continue. He felt his cock begin to harden and heart beat as he worked his way up to the moment. Yes, you were a lawyer, but the circumstances meant that you were game to react rather abruptly.

A killer and a lawyer in an empty wing, just after hours - doors shut with no one to hear a scream? It was the perfect scenario for a crime.

“I have something to declare…” he began, and he could barely contain his smile as you raised your brows, mouth slowly falling agape and body subtly recoiling. As if in a trance, you lowered your head further, the eye contact so intense that you could feel a tingle throughout each others’ bodies. You were 90% certain he could hear your heart pounding in your chest.

“…Go on,”

“I think you know what it is,”

With a slow blink, as you tried to ground yourself. You could’ve vomited. In your eyes, murder was a grey area in the realm of self defence, but children were always off limits.

He didn’t even seem to care. He seemed amused, actually.

“O-Okay,” you whispered, swallowing a lump in your throat. “Thank you for telling me. I’ll have to revisit this with fresh eyes in the morning —“

You were so painfully uncomfortable, and yet part of you was aroused. Perhaps it was because you’d never encountered an actual killer, or it was because you were incredibly aware of the blatant fantasy being played out from both sides. He was a wolf; a hunter, bigger and stronger than you and waiting to ravish you like prey.

You were dedicated to holding up the law, fighting for what was fair like a good girl, but sometimes good girls needed to be ravished.

“— What do you think, Miss L/N?” he teased, standing up to match you. “Am I a dead man?”

“No…” you whispered. “I’m going to do what I can…”

“Good,” he smiled, backing away from the desk, the outline of his bulge illuminated from the dimming lights. “That’s why I chose you,”

You gave an awkward nod, haphazardly rushing to hold the door open for him to leave. You held your head down as he passed, and squeezed your eyes shut as you realised he’d stopped in front of you.

Your bodies were painfully close in the tiny doorway. William grinned, and he knew he had you from the moment you looked up at him through your lashes.

“…Are you going to kill me?”

“Not unless you want me to,”

Your lips were on each other in a heartbeat, your hands immediately finding the door and slamming it shut before focusing your attention on the killer at your feet. He wasted no time in effortlessly hoisting you up around his waist, his large hands firm on your hips and thighs as he held you steady, stumbling to find your desk. You returned the favour by holding onto his neck and beginning to grind yourself against his cock, your skirt riding up in the process.

“I bet you’re real happy I walked through those doors, aren’t you?” He teased. “How long have you been waiting for a fucked up guy like me, hmm?” he said, crudely sticking his fingers inside your panties as he placed you on the desk. He grunted at the sensation of your wet heat, hungry as he stuck a third finger inside without warning or hesitation. They were lithe and calloused, and seemed to hit your core immediately upon penetration, causing you to let out a moan.

“I never –” you began, barely unable to form a sentence. “This is nothing —” you insisted, lips leaving his own as you began to fumble with his belt, cupping him through his pants. He was painfully hard. And big. Bigger than most guys your age. “— Just a formality,”

William scoffed, unable to hide his lascivious smile as he began pumping in and out of you, your lips swallowing him to just below his knuckles. Against the creaking of the desk and desperate pants you could hear the wet sound of your juices coating his fingers, sticky and copious as his motions continued; rough yet controlled.

To think, they were the same hands that had murdered all those kids…

You’d taken out his cock now and was massaging the organ in your hands, causing him to hollow out his cheeks, sighing at the contact. It was over five inches, and considerably thick, with a long blue vein running along its underside. As you stroked him, a healthy secretion of precum coated your fingers, indirectly lubing him up further. His thrusts were lazy but needy as he fucked your hand, and with every movement you worked together to guide his cock to your entrance, his bulging tip teasing your folds.

“Fuck,” he whispered, throwing his head back. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you? Naughty girl, you know this goes against your ‘ethics’...” he teased again, and you could barely formulate an answer as his body was now almost completely on top of yours, your back arching as you stabilised yourself with your free hand on the desk.

He chuckled, reaching down to grip the base of his cock as he lined himself at your entrance. For a moment your hands touched, and the excessive hairs and slight wrinkles reminded you of just how much older he was.

“Fuck ethics,” you moaned, and his grin deepened, to the point he was baring teeth. You couldn’t take it anymore, and you were beginning to lose your grip on your panties as you held them to the side.

Next time he should just rip them off.

“William…” you moaned. “Please…”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he laughed, and thrust himself into you, rutting into you like a rabbit. To him the sensation was euphoric, it had been a long time since he’d fucked a fresh pussy, and admittedly his wife was getting rather stale. You were so tight and melded perfectly around him, but most of all you were eager, even if your morals were blatantly backwards.

William’s cock filled you completely, repeatedly hitting the untouched crevices of your cunt that you hadn’t even known existed. He was big, skilled and oh-so painfully perfect - Perfectly bad for you. You could get disbarred, your public reputation ruined, much like the narrative of the man inside you - but with every thrust that drew deeper into your pussy and lustful kiss to your neck and lips none of it seemed to matter. His large hands cupped your sides, moving between your breasts and thighs as he groped and massaged; most importantly making sure that you remained spread wide and available for him as his clothed thighs hit against yours repeatedly. You were high; so high that you barely acknowledged the wedding ring on his left finger, even if you could feel it through the thin material of your blouse.

“You feel so fucking good,” he grunted. “I haven’t fucked a pussy like this in ages. You and I are gonna make such a good team — Ugh — I knew there was a reason I chose you…”

“Fuck…” you groaned. “W-William…”

“Does it bother you that I hurt those kids?” he snarled, beginning to feel his stomach knot up.

You were too lost in your ecstasy to answer.

Did it?

“…Tut, tut. You said you wouldn’t judge me, sweetheart,” he chided. “We were getting along so well…”

“We are. I’m gonna help you,” you said determinedly, eyes unable to shift from his own. You were close.

“I know you are,” he hummed, letting out an intermittent groan as he shut his eyes. “You have no choice. You’re just as guilty as me,”

There was something about those words that immediately sent you over the edge, squeezing your eyes shut and letting out a pornographic moan as you came, your body twinging as the man held your thighs apart, making sure you felt every inch of your shared ecstasy. William had barely found it in him to pull out on time, his heavy load painting a mess on your panties and thighs, but leaving a small trail of cum along the outer lips of your pussy, a subtle but telling reminder of what had happened.

Fixing your crumpled shirt and skirt, you adjusted yourself before hopping off of the desk, hands clasped in front of you.

“So,” you said, clearing your throat. You were surprised it wasn’t sore from your incessant moans. “I’d like to see you at the same time tomorrow. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.”

@yellowbunnydreams @lonelyaxolotl13

#florence writes!!#william afton x reader #william afton x reader smut #william afton smut #steve raglan x reader #florence_nomachine #steve raglan smut

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venbetta · 11 months

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I know today's a rest day (and I'm supposed be binging spiderman movies) but damnit I'm a rabid imp that needs to start shouting security breach headcanons and funny little thoughts out loud

Freddy Fazbear (Glamrock Freddy)

TW: implied abuse

My favorite interpretation for Freddy that I created is the idea that he suffers from the "golden child" syndrome. He's a sentient, functioning ai animatronic of one his iconic predecessors, he's the best in terms of how he's made.

I imagine Faz Ent wanted no mishaps or no incidents that involved Freddy, so that means they will always be hyper-vigilant of him, making sure he's runs "perfectly" (you get where I'm going with this). If he doesn't, then they correct him and make sure he doesn't leave his lane and keep him in place. That can involve controlled shocks, live repairs, shutting him down temporarily, or worse decommissioning him and rebuilding him (for very extreme cases).

So, poor Freddy, who's always in the spotlight and has so many eyes on him, is going to be very rigid and run on a routine. He doesn't want to break rules or any protocols if it means he or someone might get in trouble.

This applies to his bandmates as well, if they cause trouble- basically he gets reprimanded for their slip ups even if it wasn't directly HIS fault. Thus, gives Freddy a "perfectionist" trait, which is fine... until he becomes a real stick in the mud (especially when he gets in a bad mood).

Quick tidbits:

He doesn't like maintenance checks because most of them have resulted in him being uncomfortable/harmed

Despite being the lovable mascot, he's treated poorly by staff and techs, the higher ups only seeing him as a product more than an individual

Uhh... he's a mild pyromaniac (I'll get into that later)

He loves space, people watching, and entertaining (even if it causes him mild strife)

He has a lot of dad jokes, ready to fire them off when given the chance

Chica is his closest friend, Roxy is a mutual (he's always there to comfort her when SHE goes to him, which is often), and Monty is... complicated.

And... that's about it for now, let me know if you want me to give out more Freddy headcanons (or if you want other glamrock headcanons)!

#fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #fnaf headcanons #fnaf glamrocks #random #freddy fazbear #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf sb #this is just my interpretation

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foggystarrs · 9 months

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I loved your Glamrock headcanons! Do you by any chance have any for the DCA??

Oh most definitely!! I swear they’re some of my fav animatronics from SB & Ruin tbh

Sun:

☀︎ A sweetheart! He’s always excited to meet someone new. Especially if they’re a new friend!!

☀︎ He can never stay still ever, he always has to be doing something with his hands or feet, wether it’s swaying or flapping his hands in a happy stim!

☀︎ He tends to interrupt really easily, ESPECIALLY when he gets excited. Sometimes the adults get mad though, so he’s learned to hold himself back.

☀︎ He adores children, he always tries to find a way to make them feel comfy in the daycare. ESPECIALLY if the kid is scared of him at first. He knows he’s not for everyone though, so if his advances don’t work he watches from afar and places the kid’s favorite things near them strategically so that they’re still having a good time.

☀︎ ADHD

☀︎ Can a robot have Adhd?? I’m not sure but he’s got Adhd in my mind bc I have Adhd and I said so. He’s sooo ADHD coded.

☀︎ This man cannot sing for the life of him, he’s got a cute tune or two for clean up time when the kids have to clean their area but that’s it. If he tries to sing like the Glamrocks it sounds more like a parrot dying or something TwT

☀︎ Clean freak. The minute every kid has gone home this dude is running around yelling about cleaning up. Everything needs to be spotless and in the right spot or he will EXPLODE.

☀︎ Extrovert, he’s the type to adopt an introvert tbh. Like he can make almost anyone feel comfortable around him.

Moon:

☾ He’s actually a chill guy. Introvert, and super shy when meeting new ppl.

☾ He’s less shy around kids though, he adores kids too.

☾ Super gentle and soft spoken. I guess it’s the nap time programming in him.

☾ A great listener, will never interrupt anyone when speaking.

☾ He likes to be suspended in the air by his wire. It’s where he’s most comfortable rather than being on the ground like Sun. He’s great at moving around in the air and sometimes does cool acrobatic tricks when he’s got free time.

☾ A stickler to the rules, well, to be fair they both are but Moon is more strict about them. He is a rule enforcer after all.

Virus! Moon:

☽ This dude is a menace. He will scare the security guards and fazbear workers on purpose. Just because.

☽ Violent toward adults. Children are sometimes the exception but if you’re a rule breaker he’s putting you in… an eternal nap if you know what I mean….

☽ Anger issues. Which often lead to those violent outbursts. It started with nap time, when some kids would refuse to sleep, he would enforce the rules. After many complaints of kids getting nightmares and some even disappearing mysteriously, Fazbear entertainment decided to just stop nap time all together.

☽ Clean freak. Probably worse than Sun tbh. He HAS to clean up. Seriously, why are kids so messy? He’s still gotta put them in time out but he HAS to make sure to clean up that tower that kid just knocked down or he’ll go CRAZY.

☽ If he sees Monty it’s on sight. They’ve had beef ever since he got in the way during one of his security patrols.

☽ No seriously, like imagine two animatronics with anger issues. It will not end well.

Eclipse:

☾☼ Ambivert, can be super social sometimes and super quiet the next.

☾☼ Soft spoken and very polite, he never interrupts when someone is speaking.

☾☼ He’s very attentive to his surroundings and extremely perceptive. If something’s wrong he’ll be the first to figure it out.

☾☼ Loves singing and he can actually sing, but he prefers slower melodies than those that the Glamrocks sing. Something in between a lullaby and a ballad.

☾☼ Hopeless romantic, his guilty pleasure is watching sappy romcoms. But shhh! Don’t tell anyone!

☾☼ He, like his other counterparts, also adores children. He’s great at handling both playtime and nap time. The perfect combination of both.

☾☼ He gets lonely. Like really lonely. He tries to be optimistic but the reality always crashes in late at night. It gets even worse after RUIN. The kids will eventually come back… right?

☾☼ He also has security protocols and can be extremely protective of those he deeply cares for, especially children.

That’s it for them! The hyperfixation on FNAF is so real rn 😭

But I’m loving these requests!!

Thanks for reading~!

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yandereloversworld · 1 year

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Platonic Yandere sundrop x gn! Reader

Trigger Warning: infantilisation, mention of abusive family, panic attacks, kidnapping

English is my second language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes that you may find in this text.

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You were a staff member at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex and even though you were not working anywhere near the daycare you've had a very stressful week, which resulted in you having constant panic attacks, which would hit you at the most random of times. So, whenever you had one of those, you made it a habit to hide in the empty daycare until you calmed down enough to continue with your work.

Thankfully you were working at night where there were no children at the daycare. You didn't want to imagine the desaster, and embarrassment, it would cause if anyone would find you in your current state: impossibly red eyes with tears rolling down your face, while cradling yourself in a hidden corner of the daycare, trying to get your heavy breathing back under control, while trying at the same time to be as quiet as possible as to not allert any other staff that may decide to pass by.

While there wasn't much staff needed during the night, when the Pizzaplex was closed, there was an increase due to some technical problems with the animatronics. You were not sure what these technical problems were, but decided to ignore it for just now.

"Hello~? Are you okay little one? What are you doing here at this time?"

Wonderful. You wanted to sink in the ground. Why now? Now, when you still hadn't calmed down enough? You felt how your breathing started to increase again and knew that it just got worse. You slowly looked up, hoping that whoever found you would leave you be as soon as they knew what was going on with you, only to be surprised to find Sundrop, one of the two daycare attendants looming over you while looking at you with his signature smile, which slowly sunk and instead turned into a panicked Expression.

"Oh!! Are you crying?! DON'T CRY LITTLE ONE!! You wanna play Something? Playing makes everyone happy!! Or- maybe finger painting?!" You could now clearly hear the panic in his voice, and how desperately he tried to help you, sinking down to yor level, grabbing you and holding you safely against his cold, metallic chest.

While it wasn't really comfortable getting pressed against an animatronic's cold body, it felt surprisingly safe and calming to be held in a tight embrace by someone else. Before you knew it you had calmed yourself down enough to leave the embrace. Slowly trying to crawl out of his arms you realized, that his grip on you was slowly starting become a little too tight and that you couldn't get out. So instead you tried to convince the yellow animatronic to loose his hold on you. Reluctantly he did as you asked and let go of you, even though hesitant, as if he didn't really want to do so.

After a while of the two of you just sitting there, sundrop waiting for you to say Something, and you trying to think of a way of getting out of this awkward Situation, he asked you in a worried tone: "So little one... Why were you crying so much? Did you hurt yourself somewhere?" His words became faster towards the end, and he looked like he was ready to jump at you and run with you to the next available staff member any moment now.

You, on the other hand, were considering your options: On the one hand you could lie and tell him you were injured, which would probably result in him getting you out of the daycare, which would result in you leaving this awkward Situation faster as if you just told him what was bothering you. On the other hand you didn't want to let your coworkers see you with still very much red eyes, and a few drying tears, carried around the whole Pizzaplex by a panicked daycare animatronic. Plus, maybe talking with someone about your problems might help you with getting it off of your system.

Having made your decision you start venting your problems to him. How you had problems with your abusive family, how you left them only for them to find you and demand to live with you since you now had a good-paying job and how the money just wasn't enough for feeding your whole family AND you which resulted in you having not eaten in several days. How they still beated you up over every minor mistake you did and even if you weren't responsible and how you just couldn't leave them, since you couldn't stop working all of a sudden and they somehow befriended your landlord, resulting in him telling them whenever you tried something like leaving.

Sundrop listened unexpectedly calm during your whole monolog, especially for an animatronic that was known by the staff for acting hyperactive and unable to sit still for even a moment. When you finished, all he said was: "You're not going back to them! You're staying here where I know that You're safe!! If I had known how terrible it is outside the daycare I would have never let you leave all the times when you were here!! But everything is okay now, because papa sun and uncle moon are here now and we are going to take GOOD care of you!! Isn't that wonderful? You're here now with your true family!!! We are going to have so much FUN here together!!"

You just stared horrified and weirded out at the daycare attendant in whom you found comfort in only moments ago. With an awkward and bad feeling you tried to explain to him that you had to leave now, but he wasn't having any of that and instead just grabbed you and held you like a toddler while happily making his way to the main part of the daycare.

You just were confused and horriefied. What was HAPPENING to you? What would your life be like from now on?

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So, how was it? I hope you liked this small piece of yandere Sundrop and if your currious on how sun and moon are going to be like, just ask me for a part two or headcannons or anything really and I start writing.

#yandere sundrop #yandere fnaf #yandere fnaf security breach #platonic yandere #platonic #yandere #sundrop #gn!reader

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trickytripp1 · 10 months

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Theory on Glamrock Bonnie and M.X.E.S

Listen, hear me out.....

.....

What if Glamrock Bonnie is M.X.E.S......

WAIT, HEAR ME OUT!!!!

How many bunnies are really in fnaf? Peepaw Willy/Glitchtrap isn't M.X.E.S, I think we've all figured that out by now.

There is the possibility that M.X.E.S was just designed from scratch and made specifically to contain The Mimic. This brings up the question of who made M.X.E.S. Someone had to know about The Mimic, and they had to be capable of designing an advanced A.I. from scratch. Who would have that tech/programming knowledge? Who would design an A.I. to keep something locked in the basement?.......

My answer: Vanessa

Vanessa is The Tape Girl in FNAF Help Wanted. A woman who was hired to test out a new game and fix any errors she encountered playing it. She didn't start off as a security guard. She was a game developer. A woman capable of hiding code in game files. A woman who tried to trap a monster with said codes and erase it.....

In FNAF Security Breach, Vanessa is in and out of control of her own mind. The Vanny side of her is not always in control. Vanessa, who has limited control of her own body/mind, wouldn't have the ability to sit down and make a new A.I./program. That's time-consuming work. If she lost control in the middle of coding a trap for the very thing controlling her, you best believe, she's going to wake up to the code being completely erased.

So this had me thinking, how would Vanessa be able to make M.X.E.S?

Reuse existing A.I.

Why Bonnie? Why not Chica, Roxy, Monty, or Freddy?

Freddy is the face of the company.

Roxy would see Vanessa coming. She has the ability to see through walls. Roxy would not be easy to ambush.

Chica likes to eat, her A.I. isn't about to unlearn that. Generations of Chica animatronics that eat. Imagine how crazy Chica's A.I. would go if she no longer had the ability to consume food.

Monty isn't in the main band, he would seem like the best option...... right?

Wrong.

Vanessa needed a scapegoat. Pinning the blame on Monty would be easy. He is reclusive and spends a lot of his time on the catwalks in Monty Golf. All she has to do is snip, erase, and edit some security feeds to make it look like Bonnie was last seen in Monty Golf. Monty could even take Bonnie's place in the band! He is a One Man Band, after all. Monty can play string instruments, and he can sing. Fazbear entertainment loves saving money. They'll investigate a lot less on Bonnie's disappearance if they can replace him relatively quickly.

All Vanessa had to do now was decommission Bonnie in a place human workers wouldn't typically go and get that sweet, sweet animatronic brain. What better place than behind the Bonnie Bowling Alleys. A place only staff bots worked, cleaning up pins and bowling balls. Nobody would look for him so far from where he was suspected to be seen last.

Bonnie wouldn't remember who he was once his memory was wiped.

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Idk, Ruin has me cluched in its grippers right now. I want to know what happened to Glamrock Bonnie so bad and where the hell M.X.E.S came from. I wanna know if Monty decommissioned Bonnie or if he's innocent. I need other opinions.

#fnaf #theory #mxes #glamrock bonnie #monty gator #fnaf ruin #glamrock chica #roxanne wolf #vanny #vanessa #security breach #hear me out #gregory #cassie #glitchtrap

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deadpuppetboi · 6 months

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FNAF movie au/idea:

How would they(Mike, Abby, Vanessa, William, and missing kids; basically the main gang) react to Nightmarionette?? Like. Would they be scared or smth??

Or like. If not that, can we like. Talk bout some of our puppet theories n all???- sjbshsbsbhd I dunno. You seem cool💪, and like. I love your ideas for the puppet for the movie

I'm going to rant like nobody's business so forgive me if I start to go crazy-

I have so many theories about The Puppet in the movie that it’s driving me insane. I mean, I’ve thought about it a little bit more the more I’ve watched the movie to get a better insight into it. So let me propose a few theories I’ve made during/after I’ve watched the movie.

1. Garrett is The Marionette

Pretty obvious, that it's getting more popular as time goes on, and as someone who believed the Fnaf 4 crying child was The Marionette since the beginning it brings me great joy.

But let me propose to you an idea: Who has Mike been looking for throughout the entire movie? And I mean, who was he really looking for?

Apart from the man who kidnapped Garrett (William, obviously), it's very obvious he wanted to find Garrett by any means possible. And even at the end of the movie, I can tell he still wants to find Garrett with that slight possibility that he might find him if he searched through Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria a bit deeper.

But then the credits happened which details a single quote.

“Come find me.”

The voice format is the same one The Marionette used way back in the Fnaf 2 minigames, specifically the ‘Save Them Help Them’ minigame.

So, this is The Marionette and if my theory is true that Garrett is The Puppet then he wants to be found.

But where is he?

Which leads up to my second theory-

2. Garrett is hiding/has been hidden somewhere

As the credits said, Garrett wanted to be found.

But the real question is where is he?

Before the movie came out, I suspected that The Puppet was hidden within Golden Freddy so that maybe in a scene they’d come out scaring William away from Abbh to protect her.

And while that may hold up, I also considered that they may have been hidden somewhere where even the children (especially Cassidy) couldn't reach them for help. So I thought that it was a possibility that William may have hidden Garrett away in fear of his powers and growing influence on the children. And with him ‘gone’ William would have a better chance to influence the children to do his bidding as they think of him (as the Golden Rabbit) as their friend.

Obviously, The Marionette’s box wasn't enough to keep Garrett down, especially with the trouble of winding the music box.

So what other way to keep Garrett’s body but also the animatronic they possess all in one place?

It has two locks. One or two keys to open it yet only William has them and can set Garrett free from the confines of the box.

But he won't let that happen unless Mike or Abby find the box themselves and set their brother free.

3. Garrett is watching from the sidelines

Might as well be possible, the powers The Marionette has are like Golden Freddy’s, mysterious and unexplainable. Despite their absence, their power still holds strong enough to watch over the children, maybe over the Schmidt family as a whole.

It's obvious that even when they’re hidden, they will have the will to protect the innocent.

Also-

I know this isn't what you asked but I can imagine that Nightmarionne is a personification of William's fear of Garrett himself. He would have never expected a little boy to cause so much trouble for him, let alone to the point where he had to lock him away in hopes he'd never resurface.

Or maybe it’ll be Mike’s nightmare for not saving Garrett thus making him become The Marionette and a shell of what he once was.

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kairbun · 5 months

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2 Breathing Danger

vanessa shelly x fem reader

Description: Y/N, is a young coffee-loving woman who likes to work at a local coffee shop in the evenings. Y/N has struggled with asthma since she was a child, and breathing problems can be caused by stress, which certainly doesn't help when a mysterious man starts stalking her. She soon discovers that her best friend, Vanessa, is working with the police to investigate a series of murders at Freddy Fazbear's local pizzeria and believes that Y/N's stalker may be connected.

Warning: This chapter covers themes of anxiety, stress, and paranoia, adorable cats.

Chapter Two: Whispers in the Shadows

As the night draped the streets in a cloak of darkness, Y/N sauntered homeward, her steps accompanied by the rhythmic tap of her shoes against the pavement. The chill in the air nipped at her skin, but the warmth of the evening's interactions lingered within her.

Yet, a subtle unease pricked at her senses. It was an inexplicable feeling, a whisper of apprehension that nestled itself at the nape of her neck. She quickened her pace, the familiarity of her route offering a false sense of security against the inexplicable sensation of being watched.

In the silence of the night, every rustle seemed amplified, each shadow elongated and menacing. Y/N couldn't shake off the sensation that someone's eyes trailed her every move. She glanced around, her gaze flitting from one shadow to another, but the streets remained deserted.

"It's just your mind playing tricks," she muttered to herself, clutching the strap of her bag a tad tighter, seeking solace in the rational explanation.

Arriving home, she greeted Maylo, her fluffy feline companion who welcomed her with an affectionate purr. The cozy apartment offered a haven of comfort, and Y/N indulged in her nightly routine. She prepared a light meal, the rhythmic chopping of vegetables a soothing cadence amidst the quiet.

Settling into the living room, she nestled into the embrace of her favorite armchair, a cup of chamomile tea cradled in her hands. Maylo curled up beside her, a furry guardian offering silent companionship.

Despite the calming ambiance, Y/N's thoughts wandered, lingering on the elusive figure she couldn't shake off from her mind's eye. Was it merely her anxiety playing tricks, or was there a genuine cause for concern?

With a sigh, she tried to distract herself, diving into a novel she'd been meaning to finish. Words painted vivid scenes in her mind, momentarily diverting her attention from the lingering unease.

But as the night wore on and the city outside quietened, a soft creak from the hallway drew her attention. Y/N's breath hitched, her heart drumming an erratic beat against her ribs. She peered into the dimly lit corridor, the shadows dancing in the faint glow filtering from the living room.

"Hello?" Her voice quivered, swallowed by the silence that seemed to echo back at her. She dismissed it as an old building settling, her attempt to rationalize the inexplicable.

Shaking off the disquiet, Y/N rose from her seat, tucking the book under her arm. With a gentle pat on Maylo's head, she retreated to her bedroom, the soft click of the door closing a feeble barrier against the intangible fear that lingered.

Under the canopy of her bedcovers, sleep remained elusive, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. The events of the day intertwined with the unsettling sensation of being watched. She tossed and turned, the night slipping away in fitful bouts of restlessness.

Morning dawned with its golden hues peeking through the curtains, yet Y/N greeted it with bleary eyes and a sense of exhaustion weighing upon her. As she prepared for another day at the coffee shop, a nagging thought lingered—an unshakable feeling that the previous night's unease was more than a mere figment of her imagination.

Little did she know that this unsettling presence would weave itself into her life, leaving her grappling with a creeping sense of dread that would soon unfold into a chilling reality.

Y/N’s morning routine unfolded in its familiar rhythm, the bustling preparation for another day at the coffee shop a comforting distraction. The lingering unease from the previous night lingered at the periphery of her thoughts, but the bustle of her morning rituals managed to dampen its intensity.

Amidst the whirlwind of preparing breakfast and getting dressed, Maylo, with his characteristic curiosity, decided to explore the vicinity. Startled, Y/N glanced over her shoulder just in time to see her mischievous feline friend vaulting into her open bag.

"Maylo, no, not today!" she exclaimed with a mix of exasperation and amusement. But before she could intervene, the determined furball settled cozily amidst her belongings, his bright eyes seemingly declaring his intentions to join her on this day's adventure.

With a resigned chuckle, Y/N scooped up her bag, inadvertently taking her stealthy stowaway along. It wasn't until she reached the coffee shop and set her bag down by the counter that she realized her unwitting accomplice's presence.

The familiar sights and sounds of the cafe enveloped her as she prepared for the day's tasks. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans mingled with the soft hum of conversations and the gentle clinking of cups. It was in this comforting chaos that Y/N finally noticed a furry head peeking out from her bag.

Her eyes widened in realization as she spotted Maylo leisurely perched amidst her belongings, his fluffy form unmistakable against the backdrop of her essentials.

Before she could react, her boss, a seasoned man with a welcoming smile, approached the counter. His gaze fell upon the unexpected visitor, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Looks like you've brought a little friend today, Y/N."

Y/N's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and worry. "I'm so sorry! He must've snuck into my bag without me noticing. I'll take him back home right away."

To her surprise, her boss shook his head with an understanding grin. "Not to worry. He seems quite content. Besides, I'm a cat person myself. What's his name?"

"Maylo," she replied, relief flooding her as her boss's easy acceptance diffused her anxiety.

The day at the coffee shop continued as usual, Maylo finding an unlikely spot by the window where he basked in the sun, occasionally capturing the attention of customers with his playful antics.

Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at her furry companion throughout the day, relieved that her boss didn't mind the unexpected guest. As she tended to the customers, Maylo's presence added a touch of whimsy to the otherwise routine day, eliciting smiles and chuckles from the patrons.

Her boss's reassurance lingered in her mind, a weight lifted off her shoulders. She appreciated his understanding and found herself warmed by the camaraderie they shared over their mutual affection for feline company.

As the day drew to a close and the last customer bid farewell, Y/N approached her boss, gratitude evident in her expression. "Thank you for being so understanding about Maylo today. I'll make sure he doesn't pull off any stowaway acts again."

Her boss chuckled warmly. "No harm done. Besides, a cafe with a cat is never a bad thing. He brightened everyone's day."

With a grateful smile, Y/N bid her boss goodnight, the events of the day, from the morning's unexpected guest to the reassurance she received, leaving her with a sense of gratitude and contentment. And as she made her way home, she couldn't help but feel a touch lighter, the worries of the previous night momentarily eclipsed by the camaraderie and warmth of her workplace.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf movie #vanessa shelly #writing #vanessa shelly x fem reader

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angelofrainfrogs · 2 months

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Going Back: Ch. 18

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

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

Description: Things are looking up for Gregory. After putting the soul of a formerly-immortal killer to rest, he and his new family can finally begin their lives anew. Sure, Gregory might have been cursed with mysterious Remnant in exchange for being involved in this mess—not to mention his caretakers consist of sentient robots and ghosts… But there’s no doubt that the bond they share is unbreakable. They love him, and he in turn.

All in all, life is finally starting to go right for once.

…Unfortunately, true peace is a hard-won battle. There are other things to contend with besides William’s decrepit soul, and Gregory will learn that his role in the lives of the Aftons and Emilys is far greater than anyone could’ve imagined.

Rating: T

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Terry and Rita tried to keep silent in each other’s presence. The acts they were committing here were felonious and could get them into big trouble—but the risk was worth it against the stakes of not finding Gregory. While his presence at the house was unwanted, it got the family more money at the end of the year. And now that there were eyes from the foster organization on them, having a solid answer for what the hell happened to him would also kept the Smiths out of jail for child neglect. A lot rode on finding evidence that Gregory was kidnapped and taken to this place… even if that evidence wasn’t entirely true.

Whatever happened, happened.

Terry couldn’t say he felt entirely bad for the kid. Gregory was a troublemaker and an attention-seeker in his eyes. He couldn’t help but feel somewhat responsible for the kid’s disappearance, but honestly he’d be okay on a personal level if they didn’t end up finding Gregory; in that case, all he and his wife could do was pick up the pieces and learn to forget about the horrible kid that used to live with them.

“Do you see anything?” Terry asked impatiently, poking his head around a corner.

“Not yet—and keep your voice down!” Rita hissed, shooting a glare at Terry over her shoulder.

They were on the second floor now, having bypassed the lower attractions of Fazerblast and Monty Golf. From the map they'd studied before their tryst, these attractions had elevators leading down to the main areas, which the Smiths did not want to get stuck in. Their plan was to check all the rooms on one level first, then move onto those more complicated ones.

So, the pair found themselves outside Roxy's Raceway, quickly slipping under the first garage door and out of the main atrium. Taking a minute to gather their bearings, Rita tilted her head to the side.

“Hey, do you hear... engines?” she asked tentatively, unsure if her mind was playing tricks on her. Despite the neon lights, this place was weirdly freaky at night. She raised an eyebrow at Terry. “...You think someone's on the racetrack?”

Terry slipped his hand over her back, right in the middle of Rita’s shoulder blades as he bent to look around a corner. Those were for sure the distinct sounds of engines roaring along the track.

“They have dummies to drive; they’re probably just doing some after-hours testing,” Terry mentioned. Though not a second later, the famed holler of Roxanne Wolf broke the monotonous sound of engines and tires skidding on the track. As the humans cautiously approached, Terry could plainly see Chica waving a little flag in her hand with Roxy’s face on it from the sidelines.

“GO, ROXY! Show those kids how to redline it!” Chica laughed, watching as the group of girls competitively flew across the freshly paved blacktop.

“What the fuck?!” Terry pulled his wife back, pressing themselves flush against the wall. “There are other kids here! Is this actually where they’ve been going?”

“What the hell are they doing around this place?” Rita murmured, though she knew her husband wouldn’t have an answer. This Fazbear conspiracy might go deeper than either of them expected. With a little click of her tongue, she shifted back into the shadows. “I knew this franchise was still fucked up..."

She pursed her lips, thinking of their options. It was impossible to tell what the kids racing around the track looked like due to their high speed and helmets covering most identifiable features.

“Hmm… that little shit would probably enjoy a high-energy sport,” she mused aloud, then stuck her head around the corner again to take stock of the situation. “Ugh, that stupid chicken’s sitting right there. Do you see anywhere else we can hide that's closer?”

It was a good question. Peering past where Glamrock Chica was waving her rally flag in the air, Terry noticed how the pit area curved back towards what looked to be a storage space for parts and tools. Careful with Rita’s freshly manicured hands, Terry grasped her wrist and nodded his head for the wooden dividers.

“We can sneak past the bird,” he suggested. How hard could it be? It was a robot, likely without peripherals. Slow and clunky, just like the old ones.

Terry started them off, hunkering down when the whir of tires and engines grew closer. Didn’t need one of those snotty kids ratting them out.

As soon as the Smith’s ducked out of sight, Chica’s head snapped up. Suddenly, she didn’t feel like shouting. She felt very aware that there were background sounds happening that didn’t make sense to the old bird. Turning at the waist, she looked towards the pit, bewildered.

Could it be Michael, checking up on them? Perhaps Sammy woke up from his nap?

But why would they hide? It one of the worst places to plan a surprise…

Chica could no longer stave away the curiosity. She staggered forwards, her legs seeming to have a mind of their own.

As Chica stalked the sound, Terry helped his wife get into a canvas cart, its insides stuck with oily rags to hide under. He chose the lockers nearby as a place to hunker down. When Terry heard the sound of mechanical feet stomping closer, he shut the metal door fast. Unfortunately, it was far too cramped to look through the holes in the locker and see what was happening—but he sure heard the robot’s approach.

“Hello? Is someone there?” Chica asked, wandering through the backroom and looking for anything out of place.

Rita held her breath underneath the rags, the intense smell of oil and grease making her lightheaded. How the hell had the bird noticed them?! Terry said the last time he snuck in, the alligator was completely at the night guard's beck and call—the robots shouldn't have minds of their own, let alone enough wherewithal to look for people...

Maybe Chica thought there were more kids around? It was clear to Rita the robots were being used to keep the children in check for whatever weird games whoever was behind this whole thing had planned. However, all the woman could do was stay silent, slowly pressing a hand over her mouth to muffle the noise of her breath when she couldn't hold it anymore.

Out on the raceway, the girls had finished up their last round and decided to take a break. After Roxy ran down the row of cars and gave everyone a high-five for their effort, Hannah took off her helmet and shook out her now-frizzy ponytail. Glancing to the sidelines, she was surprised to see the excitable chicken no longer waiting for them.

“Hey, uh... does anyone know where Chica went?” Hannah questioned, her gaze sweeping over the empty arena.

Roxy was the first to jump into action and investigate where her friend might be, sniffing the air as if that would actually help. Cassidy held her helmet under an arm, pointing out the dividers past the pit stop.

“Guys, she wandered back there during the last lap,” she elucidated, sounding somewhat confused as she said it. The chicken seemed invested in the race and had specifically sat out this round to play lookout, and it was odd that she chose to miss the very last portion and wander off. Roxy seemed to scoff at that, crossing her arms disapprovingly.

“I swear, that girl’s attention span needs a little tweaking,” she joked after a short sigh. “I’ll go check on her—Bonnie’s probably around and trying to get the big party all set up.”

In the meantime, as Roxy went to look for her friend, Charlie decided to keep the girls’ attentions by making small talk about the aforementioned party. Everyone in their rag-tag group was invited and expected to attend, after all.

***

Terry begun to feel sweat tickle the back of his neck as the bird repeatedly stuck her beak far too close to his hiding spot for comfort. If Chica found him, they’d be ruined. Not just socially, but financially as well with all the lawsuits they’d have to pay out for trespassing after being banned.

Chica didn’t know exactly what she was looking for, but when a hand grasped her by the shoulder she whipped her head back up in surprise. Roxy was smiling at her, brows pinched together slightly in concern.

“Chica?” she asked, back turned from both the lockers and canvas cart. “What are you doing? Party’s back that way, missy…”

Chica let out a relieved sigh, thankful that Roxy broke the cycle of thinking she heard the minutest creak and trying to investigate it.

“It’s so weird. Totally thought I was hearing someone walk back here. If it was Mikey, I was gonna ask him to play with us!” she replied with an embarrassed laugh.

Oh my god, just GO! Rita screamed internally, listening to the conversation between two animatronics way too close for comfort. Although, it seemed like the wolf had only shown up to find Chica, so at least they had that in their favor...

Unfortunately for Rita, it was becoming very stuffy in that cart. The fumes were getting to her, and the last thing she wanted to do was pass out. They would definitely be in trouble then—her husband wasn't adept enough to sneak in by himself, so there was no way he'd be able to maneuver the Pizzaplex and worry about her too. No, he needed her guidance to get through this whole fiasco.

And then, a rather unfortunate thing happened: unbeknownst to Rita, a rag that Terry had precariously shoved over her face had been slipping down by millimeters with each intake of breath. It finally shifted far enough that the end—stained black with gross oil—tickled the tip of her nose... and to Rita's horror, she let out a sneeze. It was a small, muffled sound, but by the sudden silence from the robots' chatter she knew she'd been found out.

Both girls tensed, Chica noticeably scooting closer to Roxy whose hair begun to stand on end at the sudden noise. Charlie didn’t sneeze, and the ghosts were incapable as far as they were aware. The bird’s eyes couldn’t see very well in this unfiltered darkness; Roxy on the other hand…

“Okay…,” she growled out with a frustrated huff. Whoever was sneaking around back here made Chica miss out on seeing her win the race! This had inherently enraged her. After making sure Chica could stand unassisted, Roxy dislodged from her and moved to the center of the room. With paws poised on her hips in an authoritative stance, she glared right at the canvas cart. “I want whoever is hiding to show their face. Now.”

When there was no answer or movement Roxy crouched lower, stalking towards the cart as she saw the heated mass hiding in plain sight. It was almost laughable how she’d missed it before.

“I’m going to start counting. You better be out here by the time I reach three,” she warned, coming closer.

Well, shit. This was probably the worst outcome Rita could've foreseen. Well, no—the worst would be if she let that wolf get her hands on her.

When Roxy's snuffling came just a bit too close for comfort, Rita acted. Jumping up with a scream for extra jarring effect, she threw a pile of dirty rags directly in Roxy's face. The woman barely had time to wonder why the hell a robot needs so many sharp teeth before she'd vaulted over the edge of the cart and made a beeline for the exit. She didn't doubt the robot would be able to catch up with her eventually, so rather than trying to run until Roxy lost her scent, Rita planned to slip out of sight as soon as the opportunity presented itself.

In her mad dash back through the raceway, she was able to sneak a quick glance at the people staring at her with mouths agape. They all had long hair, or short hair that wasn't the proper shade of her problem child—that immediately clocked them as not being Gregory.

Okay. One attraction down, a hundred more to go...

With a huff of determination Rita pushed herself forward, hoping Terry had enough sense to keep his big mouth shut so they didn't spot him, too.

Do not get up, Rita. Don’t fucking move—

Judging by the subsequent squawk of Chica and a low but frighteningly loud howl of the wolf, Rita had scared them both. Terry betted she was currently booking it and abandoning her husband for fear of those freak machines catching her.

“SECURITY ALERT!” Chica shouted, a domino effect taking hold of the entirety of the Pizzaplex’s new, updated security system.

First, any and all doors to the outside locked, their magnetized bolts latching and falling closed to keep the intruders inside. Next, the other robots were notified via their shared network. Now on high alert, they would act in accordance to their newest default settings: all banned civilians were to be held in the main security office—the same one where Michael received a bright flashing text on one of the flat-screen monitors.

TRESPASSER IN ATTRACTION: ROXY RACEWAY

With Roxy and Chica taking off in pursuit, Charlie knew what her duty was immediately.

“Girls, get to Monty Golf—you’ve got to find Gregory!” she ordered, standing in front of the gaggle of confused kids while Rita booked it to the door. “I’m going to help Roxy and Chica. If you see Mike, tell him the Smiths are back!”

There was no plan; no time to think. They just had to find Gregory before they did.

Elizabeth held onto Hannah’s hand, who in turn grasped Cassidy’s palm. Unquestioningly, Liz tugged them along and out of the attraction.

***

“Oh for—can I not have one calm night?!” Michael yelled, slamming his hands on the desk as he launched out of his chair like a rocket. His eyes had already been drawn to the movement of a very un-childlike figure dashing past multiple security cameras when the alert came seconds later. Bright red and flashing, it told Michael all he needed to know: there was a threat, and it was his job to help contain it.

Rita wasn't bothering with the whole “sneaking” aspect at the moment, so Mike was able to get a clear view of her face as she passed a camera directly outside the raceway. His jaw set in a hard line and he shoved away from the desk, slamming the release button on the security door.

“Those bastards...,” he snarled, moving as fast as he could towards the central atrium. Wherever the Smiths chose to go, Michael would be right behind.

***

Mini Golf just got weird��

Foxy, who’d been cracking wise with Monty and unabashedly cheating at golf to make the challenges harder for the kids, was now making sure the security gates to the attraction were pulled down and latched. Monty in turn was now circling the group of kids in an oddly defensive way, and it was clearer and ever to see that Sammy definitely took their animalistic into account when programming the Glamrocks.

“Oi—you lot ever play the quiet game?” Foxy remarked with a nervous laugh, teal coat swishing around his legs as he whirled to face them. “You win by being very quiet. We’re going to play that for a little bit…”

Gregory knew what that meant. That worrisome chiding sounded like something Freddy or Michael would tell him when they didn’t want to explicitly state the problem. Why did it feel as though something bad was about to happen?

“Evan?” Gregory whispered, his turn to hold onto his brother’s arm a bit too tightly now. “This is weird, right?”

He tried not to sound scared. Though Quinn and Cain looked equally puzzled and cautious, he'd rather they not make fun of him should this all be a false alarm.

Evan let Gregory cling as much as he wanted to, his focus on the suddenly hyper-aware animatronics. Monty in particular attracted his gaze, as the gator circled the boys with a menacing expression aimed at anyone who dared come near those currently under his protection.

“Someone bad is here,” Evan muttered, leaning in close to Gregory. He'd seen this reaction in animatronics many times before, although they'd usually been directed towards one man with a certain unfortunate face. “Their security protocols are activated... one of them probably sent out an alert and the others are reacting to it.” His eyes hardened into quite an unnatural expression for the usually good-natured boy. “I'm sure whatever it is, Mikey's on it.”

“Yeah, no need to worry a hair on your little heads,” Monty reassured, patting Gregory's shoulder as he passed during his rounds. “We'll get this all nice and sorted so ya can keep on playin' like before.”

With a high alert cranked to 10, it would be impossible for the Smiths to reach Gregory without facing off against at least two vicious animatronics. And while Gregory trusted in his new friends, he simply didn’t trust that things would be okay in general. The worst case scenario seemed to happen with every rough event at the Pizzaplex.

“Yeah! Captain Mike must’ve seen the alert; I’m sure once he’s done looking over the threat, he’ll swing on by to tell us it’s over,” Foxy assured the kids, standing like a stalwart statue by the entrance as he looked for any maniacs running down the halls.

The twins glanced at each other; fear of strangers just wasn’t in their brain chemistry, especially after they died. Not a moment later did the girls appear, Elizabeth leading the fray down the halls as their sudden appearance made Foxy jump a little.

“Girls—thank Neptune you’re all here!” He lifted the security gate, ushering them inside while counting heads. Concerned, he grasped Cassidy’s shoulder in passing. “Where’s Charlie?”

“She's chasing that lady who broke in; it’s awesome!” Cassidy replied, finding the chaos just a little bit enjoyable.

“It’s the Smiths! They’re back and looking for Gregory,” Lizzie revealed.

“Got it; come on in and join the party, girls,” Monty announced, trying to keep things light despite the way his jaw ground together. He was never programmed to maim anyone—unless a virus worked his way into his system, that is—but he was certainly able to rough people up, especially those on BANNED list. His claws flexed, itching for the chance to go at Terry’s weasel face.

Though the animatronics might not have the full picture of the depravity the Smiths put Gregory through, they knew these people had no business around children… and if their security protocols had been coordinated to amp up extra high for Freddy Fazbear’s kid, no one was going to comment on it.

Evan still kept his fingers laced through Gregory’s, though he was quick to slip an arm around Lizzie’s waist and hug her tightly. Hannah went to Gregory’s other side and held onto his forearm, a determined expression on her face.

“We’ve got a plan, remember?” the girl reassured, looking around to the other kids who nodded their agreement.

***

Mike had just entered the central atrium when he nearly ran headfirst into Freddy. As expected, the man was frantic with worry, wringing his hands together with nervous energy.

“Michael?! Bonnie suddenly announced a security threat and I heard the building go on lockdown!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with great concern. “He ran off to search for the intruders—is it the Smiths?!”

Not for the first time, Freddy wished he was still connected to the internal network. He felt strangely inept right now, unable to get a full picture of the issue without asking security for details. Bonnie had just started pacing the outside of Bonnie Bowl where he and Freddy had been speaking. No words, just a hyper-vigilance that he hadn’t seen before in the bunny. Once Bonnie explained the situation, the old rabbit wasn’t surprised to see Freddy bolt away to find his family.

“Yup,” Mike replied simply, jerking his head indicating for Freddy to follow him. “I saw Rita hightailing it out of the Raceway, though Roxy and Chica were hot on her tail so I’m going back to case the area—I have a feeling they’re both around tonight, and I’m thinking Terry might still be camping out somewhere…”

“Did you guys see where they went?!” Charlie shouted, racing down a powered-off escalator two steps at a time. “The kids are at Monty Golf now, but we need to get them downstairs if our plan's going to work.”

She tried to remain at least a little cryptic in case someone was listening in on them. For all they knew, Rita or Terry were hiding just out of sight trying to see if security would mention their sweet, lost boy.

“No, I just saw Rita run out of Roxy’s place,” Michael reiterated with a shake of his head. “I was on the way over to check if Terry’s still there.” He glanced around the atrium, spotting Bonnie pacing on the top floor. Thinking over all their options, the night guard quickly whipped up a plan.

“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do,” he said, gesturing for Freddy and Charlie to come in close. “You two help Monty and Foxy get the kids downstairs. I’ll grab Bon and see if we can track down Terry; Chica and Roxy are already on Rita’s tail, so they’re covered. If either of the Smith’s wander into the Daycare, well…” He let out a dark little chuckle. “I’m sure Moon and Mari can handle it.”

As per security protocol, when the alert sounded the Daycare had gone dark, thus allowing Moon free reign to stalk anyone who dared intrude on his domain.

“Keep in touch with your phones,” Michael added, already beginning to move towards the bowling alley. “We’ll lead the Smiths to the basement when everyone’s in position!”

Looking around the group, Charlie nodded her understanding.

“I'll text you when we've made it—only call if it's an emergency!” she said as they parted ways. Her and Freddy split, heading down to find the others and lead them to the safety of Henry's workshop.

In front of Bonnie Bowl, the former bassist spotted Michael right away. He looked as if he’d been chewing nervously on two of his fingers, waiting anxiously for anyone to show up and let him know what was happening.

Right now, unbeknownst to the others, Terry was attempting to move from his hiding spot at Roxy Raceway in search of his now missing wife. This plan of theirs was quickly turning sour, and Terry wanted nothing more than to bail and go back home before anyone else realized they were there.

It'd be impossible for them to sneak home now. The band knew this—yet there was still a worry in Bonnie's mind about what the horrible humans might do to Gregory if they saw him.

“Mike! Ol' sport, it's good to see a friendly face! What's going on?” Bonnie asked, running up to meet with the head of security.

“Hey, Bon—security threat, as you know,” Michael began, wanting to make the explanation as fast and concise as possible. They could go over the sordid details later; right now, Mike just needed to make sure his little brother was safe. Grasping Bonnie’s paw, he tugged him towards the escalators to get him moving.

“Terry and Rita Smith are running around,” the guard continued, releasing the rabbit once assured he was following close. “Check your watch list of suspicious individuals if you need visual references. Long story short, they’re after Gregory—but we have a plan to get rid of them.”

The night guard glanced over his shoulder to flash Bonnie a brief, confident grin. The rabbit was clearly stressed more than he should be thanks to that pesky human soul influence, so Michael didn’t want him to get even more riled up. “You and I are looking for Terry, last seen at Roxy’s attraction. We’re going to find him and guide him to the basement, ideally by scaring the shit out of him—although we’ll use force if necessary. Got it?”

Bonnie clenched his hand in Michael’s, trusting him and his judgement before letting go. He pulled up the customer profile, finding Terry Smith’s name and face in a banned list, along with an associated profile for his wife, Rita.

“Force if necessary,” Bonnie replied, a bit calmer now that he knew the main issue and could help out with escorting this Terry fella. “It's only a matter of time. Do you think he was smart enough to use the backrooms to get around?”

Turns out he wasn't. If all of them were going after Rita, then Terry should be fine taking the normal way, right? If they caught her, then he'd pay for it later when—if—she made it home.

Right now, Terry had to get out and tell the police what he saw. Kids, all of various ages just hanging around unsupervised and clearly unrelated to the owner. Something weird was going on in this franchise, and Terry knew for certain that Gregory was caught up in all of it. It was the perfect distractor to cover up their own neglect of the boy.

Finding the fire exit locked, Terry cursed and knew he'd have to try for the front doors.

Michael answered Bonnie’s question by throwing out an arm to stop the bunny in his tracks. There was the man in question, trying to sneak through the shadows in the main atrium towards the entrance lobby. He still had a ways to go before he reached the exit, as his options were to either cross the main stage and be completely exposed to any robot or camera watching, or stick to the outskirts of the room and hope no one caught sight of him.

“Bonnie, keep an eye on him,” Michael instructed in a whisper, pulling out his phone. He opened the texting app to a group message between himself, Charlie, and Freddy, quickly typing:

We got eyes on T. Let me know when ur in position & we’ll lead him to u

Before slipping the phone in his pocket he made sure to turn up the vibration so there was no chance he’d miss an incoming message. It was imperative that everything go according to plan now.

As Michael and Bonnie waited for a response, they stalked closer to Terry. If he got too close to the exit they’d act regardless of where the others were, but hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.

***

Freddy was in the process of leading the kids down the twisting hallways to the workshop. He felt his phone buzz but was far too preoccupied with holding Gregory as tight as comfortably possible in his arms as they sped down below to answer.

No one was going to take his son. That was simply a fact, and the Smiths were about to come to terms with that once and for all.

“Charlie, did you get a message from Michael?” the ursine man called, speaking over the kids’ heads as Charlie brought up the rear along with Monty and Foxy. “I believe he may have texted the group.”

This is what they used by default, so it’d make sense for Michael to text them all at once—especially in this case.

“Texting him back!” Charlie replied in a shout, making certain with Foxy that no one in the group was lagging behind. Everyone was to be involved in their master prank, and they couldn’t afford to leave anyone in the dust.

It sure was hard to text and jog through this largely unregulated part of the building. Charlie nearly ran into a few support beams in passing before managing to send out the short message.

bring him down in 5 mins

Gregory clung onto Freddy, watching the trail of missing child's posters being kicked up from their escape below. If this all went well, Gregory would never have to hide again. He would be dead to the world with a new life waiting for him afterwards...

***

Terry himself wasn't confident at all in what he was doing. He knew the way, but there was no telling where those things were. Man, he swore he saw something, too. It made him hesitant to take the shortcut across the stage, though it’d afford him some valuable escape time. He eventually settled with his back against the wall, trying to maneuver around and keep his eyes on the room.

“I reckon I could catch him from here,” Bonnie murmured, low and slow for Michael to understand him.

Michael checked his phone, seeing it'd been just over a minute since Charlie texted him. With the time it'd take to actually get Terry down there, he figured this was as good an opportunity as any for action.

“Alright, buddy—I'm right behind you,” Michael said, giving Bonnie a nod. “Chase him down to the basement!”

***

“What's happening?! Is everyone okay?!” Henry asked, poking his head out of the door as he heard the cavalcade of footsteps approaching his workshop.

“The Smiths are in the building—we are putting our plan into action,” Freddy explained succinctly, and Henry's eyes widened.

“Oh! Okay, yes, go ahead! I'll wait in the wings in case you need back-up.” As Gregory passed in his father's arms, Henry was sure to brush his hand over his head in a reassuring gesture.

“Ooh, this is gonna be good...,” Monty growled with a wide grin, excited to see what these kids had in store.

***

Bonnie could act mean and vicious, even if he was a cuddly bunny rabbit by nature. The lumbering animatronic’s footsteps were suddenly audible when barreling towards Terry at a speed that made him freeze at the sight. In the middle of nearly pissing himself, Terry couldn’t even fathom which hulking creature approached and let out a shriek. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT—”

Like something out of the old cartoons, he ran in place for a moment due to the freshly waxed floors. He barely got five feet before Bonnie snatched him up painfully by the back of his shirt. There, Bonnie would hold Terry above the ground, the man listening to the hem of his shirt tear and stretch as he kicked his legs. There was no escaping, as Bonnie was quick to hold Terry across the chest.

“FUCKING LET GO!” the man cried desperately. “Give me back Rita and let us go!”

Bonnie thought it was pretty rude of Terry to try and boss him around. He shook him slightly, only serving to rattle the man further.

“Ill-mannered brat!” Bonnie scoffed, some form of strange ire peeking through his cheery façade that he refused to acknowledge. With Michael catching up, Bonnie begun their stride down to the basement. “We're gonna show you what happens when you don't behave around here.”

***

Roxy and Chica had been trailing the fairly clever Rita for some time now. Every now and then she made a noise that lured both of them ever closer to the Daycare entrance. Chica had been worried at first, as Moon and Mari were down there—though Roxy had to remind her there was a reason the Daycare attendant was in charge of the youngest kids here. No one really wanted to mess around with the hyperactive giant that liked to scuttle up the walls...

Moon was on hyper alert—even more so than the other animatronics due to his nature of caring for toddlers that could barely recite their name, let alone even fathom the concept of someone trying to hurt them. Right now, he'd clambered up one of the play structures and was clinging to the side, searching with glowing red eyes. Like Roxy, the Daycare attendant had special vision activated under certain circumstances—namely when a security breach had been announced. Whereas the wolf could detect body heat and movement, Moon was equipped with the most exceptional night vision technology this day and age could provide.

As he gazed around the Daycare, it looked to Moon as if he was seeing the room in the brightest overheads. Therefore, when Rita literally slid underneath the garage door Moon spotted her instantly.

“Well, well... Mari, we have an unwelcome visitor, ehehehehe...,” the attendant purred, his cackle no longer endearing. It had shifted to a tone of menace and he flexed his fingers in preparation to grab the intruder.

With Chica and Roxy in hot pursuit, Rita quickly took stock of the room and decided to throw herself face-first into the slide. Even if the play area was technically enclosed, at least there were many places to hide. Plus, she wasn’t too worried about that lanky Sun guy posing a legitimate threat. She fell into the ball pit with a heavy exhale, the remaining air in her tired lungs knocked out in a rush. Maybe she could just sink to the bottom and lay there for the rest of the night—

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!” she screeched, ironically echoing her husband in his simultaneous encounter with the no-longer-friendly Bonnie. Something was crawling along the jungle gym, eerie pinpricks of red locked on and staring into her very soul.

Mari could make out the shape at the slide entrance. A lady popped on through to their Daycare home! And not just any lady—she was Gregory's terrible foster mom. Mari may actually rip her apart before letting her get down to the basement, despite the plan. After all, there would be less chance in them finding Gregory if one was dead...

The little bot appeared behind Rita as if from thin air, having already been relaxed and lazing about the ball pit on her own when the security protocols were activated. Two arms latched around Rita’s shoulders and the unblinking Mari threw her whole weight onto the woman at once.

“Yay! Someone new to plan with me and Mr. Moon!” she giggled, pulling Rita down into the pit through sheer force of gravity. “You must want to stay with us real bad if you're here after hours!”

“What the fuck—huh?!” Rita was totally confused, her attention pulled away from Moon's stalking figure as a child wrapped herself around her shoulders.

Was this one of the kidnapped kids?! If so, she could totally use this girl to her advantage...

“H-Hey, are you... I mean, it's late for you to be here, too! Where are your parents, honey?” Rita asked, grasping the girl's forearms and trying to tug her off. She didn't use much effort at first but soon found herself legitimately struggling—why the hell did this kid have such a strong grip?

Rita thought she was real! Sophie had, too—as did any of the other staff she came across. Mari chalked this up as a testament to Henry Emily’s genius. She would answer Rita, honest to a fault and a bit proud as she revealed: “Oh~ I live here!”

There was no issue where she stayed, so long as she protected her target. Mari invaded Rita’s personal space, chin resting on her shoulder as she formulated a plan to lure Rita down to the depths below.

“O-Oh. Okay, uh, well—I'm looking for my son. I think he might've gotten lost in here some time ago,” Rita continued, voice straining from the effort of trying to rid herself of the sudden baggage. “I need to find him before he gets hurt, so it’s really important that you let me go—”

“Lying is against the rules, Mrs. Smith...”

The gravelly voice made Rita shriek and try to whip her head around, though she could only turn so far with the little parasite on her back. However, it was enough to notice that the tall, lanky figure had made it right to the edge of the ball pit and was staring down at her with an intense, terrifying grin.

“We don't take too kindly too rule-breakers, do we Mari?” Moon asked, glowing red eyes flickering to the little girl.

“What’dya say, Mr. Moon? Should we show her where the others are?” Mari giggled, like it was a little secret between them. Maybe this secret place would have Rita’s problematic son, living and breathing in a room waiting for their unwelcome rescue.

Or, his body could be stacked against the wall, cold and lifeless with other children just like him.

“Wait a sec!” Mari let out a sudden gasp, lips curling in a dark smile of faux innocence as her eyes grew dark. “I think I know where your son is~ Let me guess: fluffy brown hair? Hazel eyes? Covered in bruises and terrified of adults by default?”

For a moment, Rita felt like her heart legitimately stopped. The fucking kid was in on this, too? Although, pushing through the haze of panic Rita could see the resemblance between Mari and the CEO…

Shit. Somehow she’d ran right into a trap. All pretenses of being a concerned mother were gone. With a snarl of rage, Rita set her hand into a claw and reached behind her, aiming to grab the girl by her cute curly hair and throw her off. Pointed, manicured nails brushed the top of Mari’s head and—

She was stopped mid-action by thin fingers cinching around her wrist in a painful grip.

“How DARE you try and harm one of my friends?!” Moon hissed, giving her arm an experimental tug. It prompted a little moan of terrified discomfort from Rita, but otherwise she stayed intact. Excellent.

“Mari, my dear, please let go,” Moon instructed, and as soon as Rita was released he hoisted her in the air by the arm. The woman screamed as she felt the strain in her limb, sure that something was going to snap at any moment. However, William’s virus was gone—Moon wasn’t capable of seriously injuring a soul anymore.

Instead, he threw Rita over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, stalking his way to the exit where he could see Roxy and Chica watching the show. When he reached the girls, Moon shifted the kicking and screaming woman to hold her by the shoulders, staring deep into her eyes.

“You are BANNED from the Daycare—and the Pizzaplex! GET OUT!” he yelled, then casually tossed Rita at them knowing one would catch her.

As Mari fixed her immaculate curls, she enjoyed the show Moon made of tossing Rita to the wolves… And by extension, the chickens as well. Mari pulled down one of her bottom eyelids and stuck her tongue out at the neglectful mother to mock her. After watching Roxy grasp hold of her, Chica assisting her friend by holding up her legs, Mari shouted as the gates were closed.

“You get what you deserve~!”

“What now, Roxy?” Chica asked, none too bothered to help relocate the creep who snuck in here to begin with. She followed Roxy’s lead in keeping Rita restrained while she walked her backwards for one of the employee hallway doors.

“Charlie told me: take her down to the basement. We’ll hear them and know when to drop her off,” Roxy explained, grunting slightly when Rita struggled and treating the woman to a dramatic eye roll. “Hey, ma’am? Yeah—I’m trying to talk to my friend here, so can you please shut up? Rude…”

***

In the basement, the children were all in position. Henry had taken Freddy and Gregory into back room of the diner where they could hide—they might not be able to see the action, but they could sure listen in… and if they were careful, they could peek through the doorway and see the scared-shitless Smiths run past. The kids formed a gauntlet of terror, starting from Henry’s workshop leading all the way to the useless emergency exit of the burned-down restaurant

The basement was deathly silent, quiet enough to hear a pin drop… So it was abundantly clear when Bonnie and Michael appeared with the struggling Terry.

“Oh, will you stop screaming?!” Michael snapped, placing a hand on Bonnie’s arm to still his progress. They were just outside the workshop now, waiting for Rita’s arrival to release the horrendous foster parents into the worst haunted house of their lives. Rolling his eyes to settle on Terry with an eerie grin, Michael added: “Look, I’m not totally heartless… You wanted to find your son, right? He’s right around here! I’ll even give you and your wife the chance to look for him; isn’t that nice?”

Terry really wanted to stop screaming—god knows he didn’t want to die like this. A coward, even if that’s all he really was at the end of the day. Still, the animatronic gator and fox that’d started following them kept making scary faces over Bonnie and Mike’s shoulders.

Fuck! Terry felt like a scared kid and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

“I can’t—I can’t!” Terry shouted with a cracking voice, hyperventilating between words. “TELL HIM TO STOP MAKING THAT FACE!”

When Bonnie turned to see what the human was talking about, he saw the old pirate fox hanging his jaw open, eyes rolled completely back as he twitched unnaturally. Bonnie let out a chuckle before dropping Terry on his ass, watching as he scurried to press his back against the wall.

“Stop your fussin’, now,” Bonnie chided impatiently. “The real fun will start when your wife gets here.”

“No more—please, we’ll leave and never come back! I promise!” Terry bargained. It seemed to be too late for that now. Foxy moved aside in the doorway as he heard two more sets of clanking footsteps against the tight-packed earth.

“Captain Mike! Our friends are back with another prize!” he alerted with a dutiful salute.

“Fantastic!” Michael flashed Roxy and Chica a smile. With one hand on his hip, he gestured with the other to where Terry cowered against the wall. “Set her down right there, ladies; thanks for the help.”

“Fucking get off me!” Rita shrieked, still fighting after all this time. She managed a pretty good kick to Chica’s sternum as the bird set her down, which caused Monty to suddenly lash out in a surprising burst of speed and grab the woman by the wrist, preventing her from running when she was set upright.

“HEY!” the gator snarled, tightening his grip as Rita started babbling nonsense in the face of the huge reptile. “Don’t be damagin’ the equipment, lil’ lady!”

Chica attempted to furiously wipe away the grime of Rita's footprint from her chest as Roxy inspected her for dents, briefly swatting away Chica's panicked hand to investigate the damage for herself. There was no impression made, but there was certainly a small scrape.

“Yeah, watch the merchandise!” the wolf snipped.

“Guys, relax,” Michael soothed, giving him a pointed look. “It’s time for them to look for what they came for.”

Monty sneered at Rita once more then let go with a shove, upon which she ran to the wall Terry leaned against and slouched next to him, trembling with rage and fright as she laced her fingers in his.

“Well, this is where we leave you,” Michael announced, pointing to the workshop door with a menacing grin. “The only way out is forward—unless you’d like to try and make it through all my friends back here…”

Jerking a chin over his shoulder to the line of animatronics, Michael indicated that this would be a very bad idea.

“T-Through there?” Terry asked, clenching Rita's hand tightly in his own. Who knew what was going to happen to them the minute they got up? In his eyes, they were all but kidnapped right now. “Wait—you sick fucks keep the kids down here?!”

“Shh!” Chica harshly scolded. The twinkle in her eye was sharp, implying she enjoyed messing with these guys as much as the others did. “Yes—and they have sensitive ears. No cursing... They might not like it.”

“Go on,” Mike prompted, raising a brow at the couple. He was getting tired of their whining and just wanted this to be over with. “If you need help getting up, I'm sure one of these lovely animatronics would be happy to assist you.”

For a moment, neither of the Smiths moved. Then, slowly, Rita got to her feet. She kept her hand tight within Terry's, not willing to let him go now that they were together again. At least if they died here, they'd go down together.

“I-I don't know what the fuck you guys are up to, b-but—”

“Cool it with the threats, will ya?” Monty chimed in, making a show of cracking his knuckles as he glared at the humans. “And get a move on—ya interrupted my golf game with all this mess...”

It was ridiculous. This whole thing was ridiculous. Whoever was behind this fiasco couldn't hold Terry and Rita against their will... Although the woman didn't miss the irony that she and her husband had done quite a bit of technically illegal and harmful things behind closed doors. Setting her jaw tight, Rita turned on her heel with a determined set of her brow.

“Just move as fast as you can and keep an eye out for... whatever the hell might be down here,” she murmured, leaning her head to Terry's. Feeling the glares of many pissed off robots on their backs, the Smiths finally stepped through the doorway into Henry's workshop, trying to imagine what horrors awaited them in the bowels of the Pizzaplex.

***

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yanderes-galore · 10 months

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I finally got all the Fazbear Fright stories and i think my favorite one yet is "Bunny call".

Fandom: Fazbear Frights, specifically "Bunny Call*

Character: Ralpho (I must tell i really wasn't expecting this guy to be 6 feets and a half, i thought he was way smaller)

Fic type: short or concept (whatever is best for you)

It can be platonic or romantic. Also, reader can be a new counselor in Camp Etenia

Sure! I think my personal favorite was "Count The Ways". I'll see what I can do with Ralpho :) I struggled on how to tackle this so this is how if went-

"Yandere!" Ralpho The Bunny with Counselor!Darling

(Fazbear Frights: Bunny Call)

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Dubious companionship, Violence, Implied protective yandere, Implied murder, Blood, Implied kidnapping, Open-ended story.

Bunny Call stays pretty vague from what I remember when it comes to what exactly Ralpho is.

He isn't an animatronic and acts like a haunted/sentient suit.

Plus, he actually "bleeds" in the story.

Based on how he pursues Bob in the story, we can also assume Ralpho is persistent in pursuing a goal.

I have a feeling that if you're a counselor, Ralpho may be more docile.

I'm just guessing, however.

As said before, we don't know much about this orange rabbit.

For the most part, even as a counselor, you'd probably have no clue about Ralpho's sentience.

Far as you know Ralpho is a costume worn by employees for the Bunny Call event campers can sign up for.

You probably haven't seen the costume move until you leave the area.

When you leave the area I imagine Ralpho would stalk you in the surrounding woods.

Maybe you're on night shift and wander the paths of the camp to check for any strange behavior.

It's a job someone has to do.

While you do your job in the camp, Ralpho no doubt watches you.

In this concept his intentions are dubious.

He probably doesn't even have a set reason as to why he's drawn to you.

It could be a supernatural force for all you know.

For this I'd say Ralpho comes off as "platonic" if you can call it that with his actions.

Ralpho is primarily an observing yandere, he just likes to watch.

You may never even know he moves around at night, not unless you're perceptive.

Even then... you have to know what to look for.

Ralpho acts similar to an animal at times with the way he follows you.

Ralpho didn't actually kill anyone in his story so it's unknown if he actually could.

Although in this story I feel he could.

With how intensely the rabbit watches you, he'd no doubt act as a guardian in the shadows.

Being a counselor you'll have to deal with some unruly campers...

Be it ungrateful adults or misbehaving kids.

It's a handful...

But Ralpho can help.

The next day, the kids are behaving quite well towards you.

That and some of the adults have left early or went missing.

It's a... strange change yet you'll take it.

Then there's if you're struggling to keep up with little jobs around the camp.

Turns it someone helped you when you weren't looking.

Ralpho is a helpful rabbit.

When you ignore the possible trauma and murder he's caused to campers.

He'd make it a goal to help his obsession whenever they need it.

At first, help is appreciated.

Until you start asking just how it's happening.

When you start getting suspicious, that's when things proceed to intensify.

When you actively start looking for how you're getting all this help and why campers are disappearing... you may see signs.

Blood in the woods, orange fur darting from the corner of your eye, wide vibrant purple-ish eyes staring from the darkness before scampering away...

If you pay attention, you'll notice the supernatural nature of your predicament.

This help wasn't your coworkers...

It's something else.

Ralpho will realize you're catching on.

For the most part I imagine Ralpho to work out of your sight.

He's "caring" for you even when you don't know it.

If you actively tried to hunt him down to search for who's helping you, Ralpho may act rashly.

He can't hide from you anymore...

When you realize the one who's been helping you is a sentient costume/supernatural force... it's too late.

Panic all you want... it won't change your fate.

Ralpho has you right where he wants you.

Sure, you can lock yourself in a cabin and hope you can repel him...

But soon you'll make a mistake.

The moment Ralpho gets inside... he'll run for you.

Like an animal, he'll pounce on you and tower over you.

A hand will clamp itself over your mouth and you'll be dragged out of the cabin.

You'll most likely never be heard from again after you're dragged deep into the woods by him... just like those campers.

#yandere five nights at freddy's #yandere fazbear frights #yandere fazbear frights ralpho

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lynaferns · 9 months

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I was thinking about my BIOMáquina AU, and it's a DCA centric story, the others animatronics exist in the AU but won't be present (probably).

But I thought about how would be a story about the main band and how would I add Bonnie with the new lore dropped by the dlc and I got some funny ideas if you want to read them

VVV

Ok so, biomáquinas (máquina = machine, I just like more how it sounds in Spanish :P) are these robots with hyper realistic look and feeling, they are machines with real functioning organs made out of actual metal components, converted into organic. They can bleed, eat, but also can modify and replace their parts.

Fazbear Entertainment was looking for the most real feeling they could give to their animatronics and started experimenting with biotechnology.

Well their experiments made the animatronics be TOO real. One day they found a BIOMáquina Bonnie prototype being brutally ripped apart by a BIOMáquina Monty and someone said:

"Who the fuck decided that it was a good idea to experiment with all the animatronics in the same place when we are using real animals DNA?! We literally have predators next to preys! For God's sake-!"

And so they separated the animatronics in different facilities. I imagine a conversation where two employees discuss how to make them meet each other because they are supposed to be a group and friends. Something like:

"Ok- so... Monty needs A LOT of training yet so we can't introduce him to the rest. Roxanne and Freddy are a maybe but- still- we can't be so trustful that another incident won't happen"

"I think Freddy would be good to go and meet Chica and the next Bonnie"

"Why Freddy?"

"I mean... You know that we are using actual animal DNA... And that bears are extinct, well- the specie Freddy is based on is, so... The lab guys discussed about- if using a mix or so of other bear species... And they ended up giving him a mix with dog DNA"

"...What?"

"Yup"

"Really?"

"He barks sometimes, but it turned out great for training! They tryin' to do the same with Roxy... but eeeeehh... she's having an attitude towards it"

This was funny in my head, I'm also sleep deprived (sorry if my English here is bad)

Take this as an explanation of why in the main story there's no glamrocks appearances, haha.

#maybe one day I'll design them as biomáquinas who knows #lyna rambles #fnaf au #biomáquina au #fnaf dca #fnaf glamrock chica #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf roxy #fnaf monty #fnaf glamrock bonnie

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ntls-24722 · 1 year

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ok so i feel like it's about time i've talked about the weird, convoluted headcanon lore i've made for DJMM. everything i leave in my head for too long gets distorted and unrecognizable from.the source

ok so i think a lot of DJMM enjoyers have seen this tweet and while it's fake, because there's like 5 sentences alluding to DJMM in the entire game i've accepted it as fact and I went so overboard with the detail that it says home language. Not like, "original language" or nothing like that, home language

So, alongside the fact that DJMM has a couple things implying that he wasn't originally from Fazbear Entertainment (why would fazbear entertainment issue a warranty... to themselves?...), and that there also just happens to be a wedding dj company called The Music Man IRL that I found by accident, I kind of just made this whole weird thing that before he was bought by Fazbear Entertainment he was a Wedding DJ in Japan.

Alongside being able to set up practically everything, clean up afterwards, and cater to guests in all sorts of ways, he was also made to be able to just... hit the town and stroll down to his destination instead of being directly shipped to or brought there. Imagine being some little kid watching this giant spider thing stroll down the street.

Hold on to that visual, actually, because that brings me to why he considers Japan his home rather than just his... place of origin.

So his bouncer mode. It actually wasn't experimental but rather a very often-used mode of his since I imagine he's attended many weddings were someone has had to be... forcibly escorted out. But what the problem is with it is that during that mode, he is essentially given no restrictions on what he can do and has just been activating it so he can go against orders.

He's big, but he's travelling on hand, hulking around a big bag of supplies on the way, it may take a while for him to get from headquarters to his destination, maybe even days. But what his creators don't know is that he's been taking detours and entire days off to bond with civilians that have been fascinated by him, originally just children marvelling him, but he grew closer to them and becoming much more like a weird uncle to them, growing a bond with a rural community to the point even their families know of him and see him as a friend, and it's this bond that starts to bring problems.

DJMM starts to demand things that robots don't really get to demand, like days off and privacy, which concerns the company as for why he'd even need that. He starts committing outright fraud to insert legally insert himself into society and starts taking tips or some of the profit to spend for himself. He starts tearing out/ sabotaging GPS systems, or disabling microphones so they can't figure out where he's been going or what he's saying. It gets to the point where he outright threatens employees' lives and keeps some hostage to force them into allowing him to do what he wants.

The arms race between DJMM and his creators comes to a close when his creators decide to sell him off to Fazbear entertainment, sieging him and choking him of his battery life before doing a factory reset and sending him off, finally getting rid of him (also voiding Fazbear's warranty on him if his bouncer mode is ever activated again)

While he was able to secretly save his memories, it's not much use now that he's in a whole new country. He's still figuring out how to reconnect with the kids he practically watched grow up but he's also still getting up to trouble in America. we stan a dude who commits... all of this

His design is, now that i realize it, very much inspired by Moguro from the Laughing Salesman. Also he's got the fun eye liquid swirlies from DJMM's Beta design

which, speaking of DJMM's weird design elements. ✨weird things i've noticed about DJMM's design✨

Weird long hole things in the sides of him??? I've seen NO-ONE talk about this

Those aren't speakers. I thought they were, too, for the longest time, but while staring at his ass for a particularly long time I realized that A. They don't have the texture of his other speakers and B. They go in?

Second, he has a gummy smile. It's not shown a lot since i guess his default position is just an agape mouth but in the rare occassion he clicks his teethplates together, or this one Particular render, he's got gums for days

also what the freak, anytime i try to look up a specific facial feature for reference im always finding procedures for removing it!! i'm sick of it!! it popped up when i was looking up cleft chins for Music Man and it popped up for gummy smiles! we can't have SHIT in his household!! goddamn!!!

#djmm #dj music man #(almost) daily music man #ntls-24722 #also im not shaming anyone who does get plastic surgery for that. your body is yours do what u want #i just think its disheartening that when i look up a specific feature what pops up is procedures getting rid of it #its just like #“damn. we cant have anything now can we”

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Hell's coming with me [FNAF Renegade AU: Raid]

Deviantart Link: https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/Hell-s-coming-with-me-FNAF-Renegade-AU-Raid-985555310

Renegade File Server Lcoation: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36911932

Published: Oct 1, 2023

Oh boy this story's been in the works for a while.

And what a way to show off the start off the Raid on the Megaplex.

Because this happens before 'Misremembering the past' and 'Sylvia's investigation reports'.

This fic was inspired by the song "Hell's coming with me" by Poor Man's Poison, if you can't tell from the title. I was on a PMP binge when I started this fic, and another that I've had in the works for way too long.

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Almost everyone who Faz Ent has ever scorned have made it to a special event.

The Raid.

Those fired in the mass layoffs, almost killed by the robots at the resulting Riot, are all coming back. Faz Ent doesn't recognize many of their faces or the weapons they chose to wield, but that doesn't change the facts and their intent.

The wrath of those wronged will lead the investigation.

And it'd be nice to see the megaplex burn, don't' cha think?

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Re-entering the Pizzaplex seemed to be a daunting task, yet, it felt like nothing when they had an army behind them.

Sylvia Blake, Vanessa Diego, and Gregory.

The trio knew they'd step foot in here again from the moment they first left. Gregory's uncanny ability to predict showed him as much about what Vanessa had been forced to revive during her time as Vanny.

They had come back here with an army of law enforcement, jaded ex employees, and individuals negatively impacted by 'big bear' for this very reason.

Even if William would just latch onto someone and revive himself again, Henry's arson had forced William to only operate through a digital form for over sixteen years, effectively killing the main body during that time, and it was only the digital form hijacking the unfortunate beta tester and forcing her to collect remnant that brought what was left of William's physical form back onto a new endoskeleton.

If that would stop him for that long, this should set him back about as much at least, and that doesn't even begin to cover the PR damage that this would do. The 'Help Wanted' VR game project Fazbear Entertainment had tried to use to cover up its wrongdoings already turned into a PR disaster for big bear, less denouncing the rumors and more confirming them, as former staff and conspiracy board regulars alike spoke up in its wake.

Building plans and locations between the Pizzaplex and the restaurant Henry burned down many years ago had already been compared, and the conclusion was that this Pizzaplex was built over the ruins of the sinkhole left in its wake.

Both Sylvia and Vanessa already knew that they'd find the Fazbear restaurant that William burned in underneath this Pizzaplex, Sylvia having been the first to compare building plans after a group of electricians went missing in the raceway, and Ness from having spent long nights down there, tending to a reanimation that she did not want a part in.

Sylvia already saw the Journalist preparing various versions of the same article to to give to all of the different types of newspapers, from scathing hitpieces to academic style reports. She knew that he'd not leave anywhere for Fazbear Entertainment to turn. She also saw the Photographer, a former colleague of hers, snapping more photos than she could imagine, and despite the Fazcam hooked to his belt, he was using a using a Polaroid, which she was thankful for as she didn't want her retinas burning out quite yet.

As she noticed the Photographer still in his old guard uniform, she felt less awkward about wearing hers.

She noticed that tailing the journalist was his wife, the Mechanic, the muscle of that trio. The Mechanic was strong enough to restrain an animatronic and dismantle it with her bear hands, and smart enough to repair it to her own design. Sylvia was glad that she had been available to come along.

She looked to the side and saw the chief of the Chicago police department and her husband, the head of the CPD paranormal department. The former chief was with them, in surprisingly good heath for her age. Thier persistence in uncovering the truth of Freddy's in thier home city lead them all the way out here, and they were ready to finally close this case.

She looked back at Ness, and saw that she was practically hanging off Luis's arm. The duo held a stern demeanour, cold and vengeful. The pain this place had inflicted upon them was great, and she knew they'd not hesitate to burn this place to the ground given the chance. They deserved this chance to dish out thier just deserts.

Nearby, she saw the Private Investigator and his husband, a Software Engineer. The PI's face bore a large scar across the bridge of his nose that reached to the edges of his face, a scar from a fight against a physical manifestation of Glitchtrap. Both the PI and software engineer were skilled and both prepared for all out war.

Cassey and Jeremy were also here. Her having lost her eye and him his face, the two of them wouldn't miss this chance to turn torment back on to William for the world.

Beyond them, on the other side of the room, she saw the gas mask guard, green hair and olive skin. His face was obscured but vengeance burned through the eyeholes as he pressed onwards. He had lost his dad - an electrician - to the building in the basement of this place, and he was here to burn this hellhole down no matter the cost.

She was both surprised and not surprised to see Rachel and her grandpa. They knew this place well, and as now the offensive belonged to the side of the guards, she knew they had some trick up thier sleeve to aid in the investigation.

Patty and her mom were also here, the daughter off her own volition and the mother a mix of her own choice and being a paranormal responder. She would not be surprised if patty played the pied piper and whisked all the wet floor bots away.

A musician and her office clerk wife danced onwards, thier light-hearted attitudes a contrast to the calculations that were going on beneath the surface. The office clerk knew what William was capable of, being posessed by one of his adult victims and almost being a victim of his machines herself. The duo had learned the rythm of the machines of the past and could dance thier way around unseen. Such knowledge and skill was well placed in this crowd.

To thier side, she saw a rather normal looking husband and wife, yet she knew that the woman was a living machine whose killer was the same entity that lived in the burned remains of the restaurant below them, the same restaurant the woman's father had burned to the ground. The woman had killed him once herself, and she'd do it again. Alongside the duo stood the current chief of the hurricane police department and his father, the former chief; a little worse for wear but a vengeful obsession goes a long way.

As she ascended the stairs that lead to the elevators to the atrium, she took a moment to look out onto the floor below, bustling full of fellow vengeful folk who wanted this place gone just as much as she did.

She felt her heart beat in her chest; she hadn't felt comradeship like this since the mass layoffs.

She felt like the commander of an army, like a drifter returning alongside the wronged to raze hell, like a knight in shining armour.

As she gazed across the lobby, the once imposing building felt a lot smaller now.

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fnaf-imagines · 1 year

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Hi! It's time to harass you! May I please request some Yandere FNaF AR Freddy hcs? More specifically, on how protective and overbearing he is. Things such as how would he take it if you tried leaving him? Or if your douchebag ex tried to take you from him and may have kinda hurt you in the process?

I'm sorry if this ask feels condescending btw. I just want to make sure it's specific like you want. Please take your time and if you don't feel like writing it, it's fine. Thank you kindly either way! Remember to get sleep, drink plenty of water, eat, give yourself frequent pats on the back, and give an appropriate "fuck you" with the equivalent weight of Glamrock Freddy's footsteps in the game! ❤

The duality of man, Freddy being sweet and now he’s about to be yandere SKSJSKJSKSK

But in all seriousness I don’t mind!! ASKJDKJASJASK YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO ANON!!!! Omg, I hope you enjoy this!! <33

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Yandere Freddy Headcanons (FNAF AR Edition)

Going with the type of style FNAF AR has I imagine all the animatronics stay at a warehouse and wait to be “ordered” before going out in the real world to meet up with their customer.

You were just another customer curious about the idea of privately ordering an actual character from Fazbear Entertainment. It seemed like so much fun! What could possibly go wrong..?

Well...a lot apparently...

Looking at the list of characters Freddy was your personal and top favorite. He just seemed like such a lovable bear! So fluffy and kind! So he was the only one you really wanted to see

Freddy himself takes his job seriously. At first glance he wouldn’t think much about you since a lot of people usually ordered him and whatnot. But it was the way you were so happy to see him and how nice you were as well.

You didn’t see him as too threatening and he found that naïve but also...amusing...

From there he starts to show up more frequently, even without you having to open the app and asks for him personally. It’s what friends do! Right??

But at the same time he doesn’t want to be JUST friends, he wants more than that but Freddy is very very patient. He’ll like to take things slowly so he doesn’t scare you off and force you to tell the company, effectively keeping him away from you.

But as long as no one knows then that’s okay! Right..? Of course!

Freddy would never directly hurt you. He might threaten to, just to get you to listen, but he instead chooses to threaten those around you instead of yourself

If you refuse to be with him and want to leave then he might make a passive comment about your other friends and close family. He’s a smart bear so he could definitely figure out where they live and remove them completely. Of course, if you don’t want that then just stay with him! That’s all he wants!

Of course, if you accept him right from the beginning then he’ll see no need to threats. However, since he still has a job to do he makes it very clear that while he’s gone he doesn’t want you leaving your house or answering the door for anyone but him.

He hates being away from you and thus thinks that if you stay at home then he won’t have to worry about others trying to take you away from him in the first place!

He’s very protective and territorial over what he deems as his. He might even growl and threaten any of the other characters, like Foxy or Springtrap, to stay away from you. None of them are allowed near your house so I hope you didn’t want to order any other characters.

Hearing about your horrible ex only makes him more protective. He might refuse to leave the house altogether so that he’s always near you.

Knowing that someone out there hurt you has him so angry and frustrated. If it gets really bad then he might actually try to hunt down that specific person to remove them instantly.

Of course, if they show up themselves begging for you to get back together then I guess he doesn’t have to worry about searching at all, huh?

He’ll tell you to go hide in your room as he handles the situation. You never know what he did, but when he comes back he seems much more happy and relaxed, as he eagerly holds you and tries his best to help soothe you.

Don’t worry, they won’t be bothering you anymore...or ever again...

Just don’t question him where they went or what happened...and definitely don’t ask about the few spots of blood on him. He’ll wash that off later anyways then you two can watch a movie and cuddle! ;)

#asks #freddy #freddy fazbear #fnaf imagines #FNAF headcanons #yandere headcanons

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Sensation; Chapter 4

I Want You

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A Springtrap x OC fanfic

Word Count; 3,154

We’d been standing in my kitchen for a while now, embracing each other in silence as we both processed what this would mean for us going forward. It seems like my words stunned him, his usually twitching limbs now abnormally still. He probably couldn’t believe that I wanted him to stay. I couldn’t believe he’d stay with me, of all people.

Though I supposed dealing with me would be better than his previous situation. Anything would be better than rotting in a giant fire hazard just waiting to burn inside it, I’d imagine.

I didn’t want to pull away from him, he clearly didn’t want to leave my embrace either. The only sound in our home being that of his purring emanating loudly from his chest, I can hear it even clearer with my face pressed so close to his fur.

This man was no monster. He was adorably endearing, so kindly and genuine that it still boggles my mind that someone as tortured as he was could be so polite.

We both stiffen when my phone rings in my pocket, the ringtone so loud and jarring to both of us that I hear a small gasp from him.

I reluctantly pull myself away, my heart sinking when I see my superior’s phone number.

“I... I have to take this. Feel free to sit on the couch...”

Springtrap nods, clearly saddened by my absence. I felt terrible- but hopefully it would only take a minute. They couldn’t prove that it happened on my shift... I hoped. God, I hoped.

I retreat into my bedroom, softly shutting the door. I pick it up before it rings a third time, acting as if I’d just woken up to add a touch of credibility to the story I was about to bullshit.

“... Hello...?”

I greet them, forcing a sleepy tone to my voice. It was a phone call- I doubt they’d be able to pick up on it being disingenuous.

“Hawk! What happened? Fazbear’s Fright burned down- did something happen on your shift?”

It’s hard not to laugh. No concern for my well being, nor any thought spared for the man they would have let burn in that building. I feign surprise, trying my best to act like I didn’t already know that.

“What?! No- no, nothing happened... everything was the same as it was yesterday when I left this morning... was anyone hurt?”

There’s a moment of silence, followed by a heavy sigh.

“No. Nobody was in the building, luckily. Probably an electrical fire, then...”

I hear them sigh again, probably not looking forward to the legalities they’d have to go through, insurance and all that. If that fucking building was insured in the first place, at least...

“Well, Hawk... obviously you won’t need to be returning to work. Sorry it had to end like this. Good luck.”

Before I can even say anything- they’ve hung up. I stand there in silence, before just laughing. I’d gotten away with it. My hands had been shaking that entire time, but they seemed to barely even care that it had happened.

They seemed to expect it, anyway. Whatever. Wasn’t my problem to deal with any longer.

I stop. They didn’t care. He was free. We were free.

I feel my hands begin to tremble once more. We’d made it out of that situation without suspicion. Nobody knew I had him here. We were alone together.

I shakily open my bedroom door, a smile wide on my face. Who cares that I lost my job- I cared far more about my rabbit sitting patiently on my couch right now, looking at me expectantly.

“Is everything alright?”

I pause for a moment, realizing how I must look right now. Realizing that I’d just referred to him mentally as ‘mine.’ I regain my composure, clearing my throat as I shove my phone back into my pocket.

“Yeah- yeah... everything’s fine now.”

I stand there, unsure of what to do with myself at this moment. I wasn’t used to having someone else in my home- let alone somebody I was having such complex and mixed feelings about.

I liked him. Quite a bit- I could admit that to myself. We’d only known each other for four days now, if you wanted to count that first night we shared a passing glance.

I’d gotten attached quicker than that. I’ll admit it, I wasn’t very smart. But... I still couldn’t shake the feeling that this was not just a passing infatuation. No, the looks we shared- our embrace... how right it felt to call things ours rather than just mine.

Except one thing. It felt right to call him mine.

The thought makes my hands shake. I normally had trembling hands- but this was worse. I was in too deep, there was no way he’d ever feel this way about me. I couldn’t accept it- none of my relationships ever worked out.

It was usually due to the other party being... well. Not exactly the best for me- abusive was putting it lightly, really. My attachment issues had gotten me into trouble more times than I’d like to recount.

But he’s so different. And not like the other times I’d told myself that- no, a genuine kindheartedness in his eyes that just made my heart melt every time he looked at me.

Right. He’s still looking at me. I feel a blush creep across my cheeks as I try to laugh off the concerned look he’s giving me, looking away from him.

“Sorry. Just... have a lot to think about right now.”

Springtrap chuckles, nodding in agreement.

“Ah... I suppose I do, too. No need to apologize.”

Another bout of silence rolls in, both of us just sharing a wistful stare until I finally break eye contact to look at my clock.

It’s already noon. Christ, I didn’t realize how long we’d been sitting in this kitchen. As soon as I processed the time, my body began to yell at me as a cacophony of sensations and aches finally hit me.

I’d been on my feet since midnight- and I hadn’t eaten at all in that time, either. I can feel the pit in my stomach, my body begging for me to eat anything at this point.

He seems to pick up on my change in demeanor, tilting his head curiously. God- it looked so cute when his ears flopped over slightly, his eyes softening as he gazed back at me...

I barely even process that he’d just said something to me. In fact- I don’t process it at all.

“I’m sorry- what did you say?”

“Are you okay, Hawk?”

“Oh... yeah. I- I’m fine...”

I’d been wondering why my hands were shaking so badly, I needed to make something to eat- anything really, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. I feel my legs aching, feeling like I was standing on knives.

He stands from his spot on the couch, approaching me slowly. I can tell he’s making an effort to make himself visible to me, probably not wanting a repeat of what happened during our first hug.

He doesn’t have to try hard. He’s huge, and I’m lucky my ceiling is high enough to facilitate the height of his ears. Yeah- he has to bend over to enter doorways, but at least he can usually walk around unhindered.

“You’re shaking. What’s wrong?”

I can’t lie to him, letting out a little sigh as I avoid his worried stare. It hurts me to see him anxiously fret over me, I should be the one pampering him.

But I knew he wouldn’t drop it. He probably just wanted to make himself useful- but... I couldn’t tell him how important to me it is that he was just existing here. I can’t express how good it feels to have another person in my home again.

“Just... tired. I haven’t eaten in a while- but... well.”

I chuckle softly, shrugging my shoulders. I feel foolish even saying it.

“I just can’t force myself to eat.”

“Right... I’d forgotten about that. It’s been so long since I’ve even thought about it...”

Springtrap seems a bit sheepish now, awkwardly looking around our kitchen. He turns back to me, looking lost again.

“Well... may I help? What would you like?”

I immediately look up at him, shaking my head and waving off the notion of him making food for me.

“No- no, I can’t ask you to do that... I should be taking care of you.”

Springtrap pauses, his ears straightening up a little. His eyes soften, and I can feel my heart melting again.

“You’ve been taking care of me, Hawk. Let me help you, please.”

I can’t bear to look at that earnest face of his, my stomach aching so badly- and yet I can still feel butterflies as he begs me to let him show me kindness.

I just nod, holding my arm and rubbing it slowly. I feel so guilty for letting him do this for me, but he looks so genuinely happy.

“Okay... but... just something simple. A bowl of cereal is more than enough for me.”

“Hawk, you’re trembling. I hardly think that’s a wise choice.”

I purse my lips, knowing what he was saying was right. I needed to take better care of myself, but I just couldn’t force myself to. Hell, my cat ate better than I did. My self sacrificing nature always bit me in the ass, I just needed to let him in.

The thought was terrifying. He just wanted to make me lunch, for fuck’s sake- and here I was, beating myself up for it and making a mountain out of an anthill.

I look up at him, sighing quietly.

“You’re right... I... I have pancake mix. That’s easy to make...”

He nods, knowing I likely wouldn’t allow him to make anything more complex for me. I felt bad enough letting him do just this.

“It’s alright to ask for help, Hawk.”

My throat tightens. I feel like I’m being choked, immediately looking away from him. I let out a shaky breath I didn’t notice I was holding, my shoulders relaxing as I nodded slowly.

“Yeah...”

I open one of the lower cabinets and grab the mix, setting it on the counter next to the stove. I grab a bowl and a whisk as well, mixing the batter without measuring it.

I couldn’t let him do it by himself. I’d be beating myself up for days if I did, and though I could feel him staring at me- I had to help him help me. I had to.

He speaks up after a moment, now standing in front of the stove next to me.

“I... had forgotten how small everything is.”

I feel like I’m being targeted specifically in that statement, seeing as how I could barely reach his shoulders if I stood on my toes.

“Like... your cat. I felt so anxious with him in my lap- he seemed so tiny and fragile...”

I can’t help but smile at that statement.

“Don’t worry too much, Sunny’s not fragile. He’s a bit of a klutz, just you wait.” I pause for a moment. “And... he’s our cat. Everything in here is yours now, too.”

“... Everything? Are you sure...?”

I tilt my head at him, raising an eyebrow. He’s staring so intently at me... what’s he thinking?

“Well... of course. You live here now.”

He slowly smiles, turning his attention back to the pancake mix in my hands. He looks to the stove, then back to me. It’s a gas stove with a pancake griddle in the center of all of the burners, and I can’t help but chuckle at his lost expression.

“The middle knob is for the griddle.”

Springtrap nods, and reluctantly reaches for it. I notice his apprehension, watching as he flinches when the gas ignition clicks before lighting up.

“Don’t worry, it won’t burn you. It scared me when I first got it, too. Heh... just anxiety. You’ll get used to it.”

He seems comforted by my reassurance, watching my hands as I pour some chocolate chips into the batter.

He looks a bit melancholy, as if he was thinking deeply about something. I can’t tell what it is, but... it looked as if he’d remembered something.

“They always preferred chocolate chips in their pancakes, too...”

It’s so soft that I can barely hear his voice over my whisk scraping the bowl, looking over at him curiously.

“Who?”

“Oh... my apologies. Just thinking out loud.”

He smiles at me, though I can tell it’s forced. His expressiveness betrayed him this time, I can tell something’s eating away at him.

“You don’t have to tell me... but I’m always willing to listen.”

“Just... ghosts of the past, Hawk. It’s best if I let them rest.”

His words feel like a gunshot through my chest. He was obviously traumatized by something in his past- but he seems to have mostly made his peace with it.

Ghosts like that have a tendency to haunt us even when we’ve moved on, something I knew well.

I can’t respond to him, just nodding solemnly. Fuck, if I didn’t need to hear it right now too. Just... let it rest, Hawk. Move on.

I grab a spatula for him, cheered up a bit by how absolutely tiny it is in his giant paw. He can grip it just fine, it’s just so small comparatively.

“Ah... everything is... so small, Hawk. Even you, I... I feel so anxious that I might break something...”

I pout at him a little bit, tipping the batter out onto the warmed up griddle.

“Well, you’re not gonna break me, I’ve been through worse. Don’t let it worry you too much, you’re so gentle anyway...”

Springtrap smiles at that, it seems to quell his anxieties a bit. Though... I can see a twinge of concern on his face. Never mind that, I didn’t want him to worry for me.

“Is... that why you pushed me away?”

I feel another knife twist in my heart.

“You... just startled me. Please don’t worry about me.”

“I can’t help it. I... I am worried for you, Hawk. I- I still don’t think I belong here. I feel like I’m going to make things harder for you...”

“Please don’t say that.”

I didn’t even mean to say it. It just kinda slipped from my mouth, making me try to double back.

“I... I just- I just mean that... I’m glad you’re here... you don’t need to do anything for me to... to belong here.”

I feel my composure slipping through my hands, but he’s just smiling sweetly at me. It seems like my words calmed his worries, just silently standing there staring at the pancakes as they cooked.

“Thank you...”

He breaks the silence, flipping the pancakes before they can burn. He turns his attention back to me, that earnest look on his face again.

“How do you prefer them, darling?”

He didn’t realize the Freudian slip he’d just had, staring at me with a puzzled face as my mouth opens wide and my face flushes. He’s even more confused when I begin to stutter out a response, thinking a bit harder about what he’d said.

He realizes. Smiling sweetly at me, with a bit of curiosity- he stays quiet about it, waiting to see if I’d say anything about it.

“I... uh- I-I prefer them... a bit lighter...”

He notices that I don’t call him out for it. That makes him even more curious, wanting to see how far he could push it before I said something. I obviously wasn’t taking it poorly- I was just flustered.

That intrigued him. What was Hawk feeling right now, he wondered?

“Is this done enough, dear?”

I’m trying not to lose my mind at the moment. His gravelly, slightly accented voice calling me those little pet names as if it was the most natural thing in the world... I felt like my knees were about to buckle.

“Um... uh- yeah. Yeah, that’s good enough... do... you want some?”

He’s a little taken aback by the offer. Sure, he didn’t need to eat, but... perhaps he’d enjoy it. Breakfast with someone he cared about- it had been so long since he’d had something so normal happen to him.

“... That sounds lovely, actually. Is there more batter?”

I just nod at him, pouring more onto the hot griddle when he pulls the first two pancakes off of it. I’m still flustered, my eyes staring down at the designs on the floor as I avoid his gaze.

Did he mean to do it? Was he mocking me? Oh, god- what if it was just an accident and I was reading too much into it? I start to shake, holding my arms as my anxiety eats away at me-

“Hawk? Do you enjoy when I use those names for you?”

He meant it.

“Yes!”

Oh god.

That word is blurted out of my mouth unintentionally, leaving me wide eyed and surprised at my own lack of self control. He just chuckles softly, reaching over and putting a gentle hand on my shoulder.

His paws feel so soft...

“It’s okay, Hawk. Relax. It... was a slip of the tongue at first, but... you seemed to like it.”

Internally, he’s so relieved that I enjoyed it. The way I was acting after the second one, he wasn’t sure if I was upset or not. But... that made him question why I enjoyed it.

He was still denying that I could feel any type of way about him, really- not wanting to accept that I cared about him. But what kind of care was it?

Neither of us were good at this. Intimacy was terrifying and uncertain for both of us.

But... we both wanted to make it work. It was so hard to vocalize it...

“I... I do like it. Please... keep using them.”

He smiles at me, tilting his head slowly.

“I’m going to touch your face... is that okay?”

“Please.”

I must look so pathetic, practically begging him to touch me. I had forgotten how badly I wanted to be touched, loved- I wanted to experience it with him. Oh, I wanted it so badly.

He cups my cheek, prompting me to lean into his soft, fuzzy paw. He cleaned up so well- he honestly looked handsome...

Both of us quickly realize that we’re still cooking, clearing my throat softly as he moves his paw and goes to flip the pancakes.

“Springtrap... do... do you have a real name? Or do you really want me to call you that?”

He tenses a bit, but... seems to relax slowly. He was scared that I’d judge him at first- now there was no doubt that I didn’t want to cast judgment on him.

“... You can call me William, dear.”

Next Chapter ->

#this ones named after a summer camp song abt INTENSE pining #this one is so long. god #but i want their dynamic to be clear #abuse mention cw #its not graphic its just mentioned very briefly and kinda hinted at by hawk's sad wet cat demeanor #g.txt #my fics #fnaf fanfic #fnaf au #fnaf springtrap #fnaf fandom #springtrap x oc #springtrap x self insert #springtrap fic #springtrap x hawk #springtrap

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FINALLY!! I haven’t posted a fic in AGES. Apologies for that. This is probably the longest thing I’ve ever written. I’m really proud of how this turned out. It took me a while, but I hope it was well worth the wait for everyone. This is the re-write of this fic. I tried to keep it loyal to the original, but also make it better.

Note: I had everything italicized and shit, but tumblr is stupid and doesn’t keep it when it gets copy pasted from a google doc so I’ll go back and fix it later. For now, you can just use your imagination because I am to lazy to do it rn.

Another note: not that this really matters, but Security Breach doesn’t exist in my AU, so first of all, no ‘Burntrap’ and also no SB Vanessa. I much prefer the fan made version from Help Wanted, so that is who I use in my fics and such, but feel free to portray it however you like. She just looks better. Feel free to look at some fan art else where.

A Warm Surprise

A Will/iam x Van/ny Snz Fic

Written by SnzySimper

Word Count: 1950

TW: Spray, Snz (ofc), mentions of deceased children (only briefly)

| I am allowed to write what I want and I would appreciate if you keep whatever rude comments you may have to yourself |

It is about 11 o’clock at night. The pizzeria was far past closing, which was 8 o’clock. One would generally expect for the place to be empty. Isn’t that how this works anyway? Starting in only one hour, the haunted robots spring to life and, well, you know the rest. But, no, not right now. We are far beyond that point. Long story short, after the closing and re-opening, new animatronics were made, and the Fazbear brand was re-started after someone bought the name. As of the current moment, a new man owns the name brand. Well, not quite. After escaping his presumably eternal hell, William Afton put his consciousness inside of a game, making himself nothing but a piece of computer code. With the help of an innocent bystander, he was set free into the world again and, under a new name, bought his company back. Who’s his partner in crime, you may ask? A young woman named Vanessa, or Vanny, as William usually calls her. His little reluctant follower, although she has become less reluctant as time has gone by. In fact, she had become much less of a follower and more of a friend. The two did most everything together. Were they themselves together? Well, no. Not right now, anyway.

Sitting down on a table, Vanny looked over towards the animatronics. They were powered off, as they should be. She and ‘Dave’ planned to keep it that way. No more vengeful ten year olds wanting to damn your soul. And hopefully not ever again. He didn’t have any reason to make it happen again. He had obtained his immortality, so why would he need to kill more children. It’s not like he needs the remnant. She glances around the pizzeria, not used to it being so empty and quiet. No sounds of children giggling and screaming. No music. Only the hum from the air conditioner. A bit creepy and unsettling to most, but she had come quite accustomed to it. She found it almost peaceful. It was silent, and peaceful, and not a single sound to-

“-gGGes’SSHHhss!!”

Slightly startled at the broken silence, Vanny looks up. She was alone in the pizzeria, minus her ‘boss’. It had to have been him. Come to think of it, had she ever heard him sneeze before? Being a computer code, she didn’t really think he could sneeze. Oh well. Who cares? A sneeze is a sneeze. No skin off her teeth. She pulls out her phone, not paying it anymore mind. “Hh’gGG’shhh!!..’Ggsshh!” Well, this was certainly interesting. It was strange enough for this to happen once, granted that it had never happened before. But three times? Curious to what could possibly be happening, Vanny hops off of the table to go and find him. It was getting to be time to head home, so she should go and get him anyway.

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“Hhhh…”

Sitting at his desk, William breathes heavily. He was happy that the day was finally over. He could just go home and fall asleep on the sofa. He crosses his arms and lowers his head, about to fall asleep in the chair. In front of him are blueprints for trying to fix SpringBonnie. Trying. Although he may as well just start from scratch. The suit itself is beyond repair, but the internal parts, or at least the springlocks, could possibly be salvaged. It would take a good bit of effort though. As the AC turns on, he shivers, wrapping his arms tightly around his chest. Was it usually this cold in the pizzeria? Or maybe someone had just messed with the thermostat. Who knows. Giving William the benefit of the doubt, he is a TWIG. The average weight for someone who is 7’2 is around 230. William is 190. One could say that this is due to him not eating much. He doesn’t see a reason why he should. As we have previously established, he’s already immortal. It isn’t like he can starve. Although, the occasional meal is nice. He slowly raises and tilts his head back, his breath hitching slightly. “hhHh’GGschh!!” Damn. Why is he so cold? Wiping his nose on the back of his hand, he sighs. Was it possible he could- no. No, no. He’s a piece of computer code for crying out loud; barely even able to be classified as a human being at this point. Being sick is completely out of the question.

Right?

It had been a long day of listening to the same 6 songs on repeat, children's laughter, and, worst of all, the smell of shitty cheap pizza. He was more than ready to go home by now. Vanny walks in the room, softly knocking on the door. “Mr. Afton?” She walks up behind him, and gently places her hand on his shoulder. Having completely zoned out, he jumps at the touch of her hand. She jerks her hand back. “M-Mr. Afton-! I’m so sorry, did I wake you?” While they were ‘friends’, Vanny’s voice still trembled whenever addressing him. She knew all that he had done in the past, and was terrified of what he would be capable of doing now that he was immortal and essentially invincible. William, however, didn’t respond in his usual manner. “Vanessa,” he gives her a small weak smile. He doesn’t face her directly. He simply looks back at her using only his eyes. His piercing, icy blue eyes. “It’s nearly midnight.” She wrung her hands. “Shouldn’t we be leaving soon?”

“Yes. Worry not, we will be heading out soo-”

He abruptly stops speaking. He looks a bit dazed for a moment before quickly bringing his hand to his face, pinching his nose. “Ht’nnt-!” It is almost silent. “Ht’nxxt!! ‘nxxT -nnt!” And again. “hhHt’nkkt!!”

“Bless you,” Vanny says softly. He lets go of his nose, which is now a warm pink, and sniffles as he wipes his nose on the back of his hand. “Hhh, thank…thank you.” At last, he turns in his chair to face her. Vanny is worried by the sight of him. His cheeks are a touch of pink, and so does his nose, although his nose is a brighter shade. The parts of his face that aren’t flushed somehow look even more pale than they usually do. The dark circles under his eyes are more noticeable than normal. Tiny droplets of sweat are present on his forehead. Almost by instinct, she reaches up and gently presses the back of her hand against his forehead. “Mr Afton, you look awful. Are you feeling alright?” Realizing that she literally just reached up and touched his face without any sort of warning, she panics and quickly tries to jerk her hand away. Before she can fully pull her hand away, William reaches up and presses the palm of her hand against his cheek, sighing happily. Vanny blushes, shocked by the intimate gesture. He closes his eyes and lowers his head. He looks very happy to say the least. “Your hand,” he says quietly. “It feels really warm. It feels nice.”

“Your face is very warm, too. And not in a good way.” She lets him hold her hand and uses her other hand to feel his forehead again, now assuming that he doesn’t mind her touching his face. “You have a fever. I’m sure of it.” She removes her hand from his forehead and moves his hair so it isn’t covering his eyes. “Mmhm,” he hums in agreement, although she is quite sure that he isn’t paying all that much attention to what she is saying. She laughs softly. “Come on, let's go home.”

Vanny helps walk him into the house. Leaving her side, William walks away and flops face first onto the couch. He looks pretty comfortable. Vanny giggles. She isn’t used to seeing him so relaxed. Usually when he interacts with others, he lacks much emotion and is very curt. Any time someone tries to care for him or assist him with something non-work related, he snaps at them to leave him alone. With her he is usually a bit more friendly, but not much. Tonight, he had been everything but that. He even smiled at her. Vanny walks over to the couch and sits down next to him. William helps himself and rests his head on her lap. She lets out a small squeak, shocked at the fact that he is being so affectionate. She sighs and begins gently scratching his head. He smiles. “We should probably get some medicine for you.” William hums softly. “I’m fiiine.” He closes his eyes, sighing softly. Vanny sighs. “Alright. If you say so.” She didn’t want to challenge him on anything, so as not to take his gentle and chill attitude for granted.

They are silent for a good ten minutes before William starts sniffling. Vanny looks down at him. He is rubbing his face with the back of his hand, his nose clearly irritated. William eventually gives up, deciding that his efforts to relieve the itchy tickling sensation in his nose are fruitless. He looks adorable, Vanny thinks. She gently presses the tip of his nose with her index finger. “h’EHshhSS!” Vanny jumps slightly. “Oh. Bless you.”

“Mmm..what was thah for?” He grumbles sleepily. “Sorry. You just looked so cute. Your nose was twitching like a little bunny.” Vanny giggles. William rolls over to face up at her, his eyes still closed. “Could you..do it again?” She is a bit surprised, and pretty confused. “What, why would you want-”

“My nose..it’s still itchy. I need to sneeze. Please…” He opens his eyes looking up at her, his eyes practically begging for her to do something. Vanny can’t help but feel bad for him. “Alright.” She takes her thumb and index finger and begins gently rubbing the sides of his nose.He sniffles a few times as she continues to gently touch his nose. “I-is this helping? Is it working?” He sniffles once again. “Y-yeah, snff, sorta.” Vanny moves from the sides of his nose to the base, just below his nostrils. “Oh- hihh right sndff there..” She continues rubbing his nose, a bit harder this time. William’s breath is hitching. He tilts his head back, before inhaling sharply. “Hh’Gggshhs!! HGg’essh!! EH-shhiis! Ht’chh ‘chtt!!” He tries his best to avoid spraying Vanny, although he still gets her a little. Vanny lifts his head off of her lap. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go find some tissues.” She quickly rushes out of the living room to go and search for tissues.

William sits up, holding his nose shut as he continues to sneeze wetly. “hMP’tchh! Ht’CHH!! T’chh k‘chh -gSHH!!” Vanny comes back with a box of tissues and sits back down on the couch. She hugs William, leaning him back in her arms. She holds the box of tissues out in front of him. He quickly grabs one and holds it up to his face. “H’ppshh!! Hh’IISHH!!” He sighs, having been able to finally catch his breath. He rubs his nose with the tissue. His nose is revealed to be much more pink than it was before. He sniffles, draping his arms on Vanny’s shoulders, holding on to her like a sloth. He rests his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes. “ I’mb sorry sndDF for..snff sneezigg on you.” Vanny chuckles softly. “It’s alright. I don’t mind.” She rubs his head and begins playing with his hair. Laying down, she holds onto William and hugs him close. “Try and get some sleep, alright?” William hums in response. It isn’t long before she hears him softly snoring. She smiles, kissing the top of his head. “Sleep well, Mr. Afton.”

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