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❥ Teacher’s pet (William Afton x fem!reader)

author note: reader is 18 here. this one shot is pretty long but writing it was very fun and interesting for me, but please read tags carefully, I didn’t put one which may be a big spoiler, but this fic contains sexual and dark themes. I wrote it when movie wasn’t out yet, so description of appearance might look like game!william, but as always, you can imagine him as how you like ;)

tags: dark, angst, reader and William are fucked up, jealousy, big age gap, cheating, smut with a plot, pervert!William (he’s actually disgusting man here), oral sex, vaginal sex, Michael Afton mentioned, inspired by Melanie Martinez “teachers pet”

Going to school has always been part of your entertainment. If someone went there for the sake of study, then you went there to have fun with your friends. From a young age, you didn't know what word "no" was, your parents raised you like a little princess, giving you everything you want. You went to one of the best schools in the state, and despite your bad behavior and frequent dirty tricks, you were never expelled because of your high status.

Of course, such a reputation brought a lot of trouble, many students saw that you didn't do anything in class, but still got good grades. Rumors began to spread quickly, but as soon as you started high school, you immediately found friends who were similar to you in character. But in high school, you also got a new experience and not the most rosy one. Smoking right in the school yard, skipping classes, food throwing in the cafeteria and arguing with teachers forced you to visit the principal's office every week. Your parents didn't approve of this behavior, and you, as an adult girl, had to deal with problems on your own.

"Have you seen our new physics teacher? He's so handsome!" Mia exclaimed in awe, holding your school bag while you were trying to find something in the school locker.

"Um, if you're talking about that old prick who sleeps in his own lectures.…"

For a girl like you, it might have been a pleasant surprise to know about a new teacher, but now it's not like that. After so many jokes and pranks that you've done with all the teachers at school, you've come to the only conclusion. All teachers are old bores.

"What? No, no, no!" another girl, Sofia, who was standing to your right, joined the conversation. "Don't you know professor Afton?"

You shook your head, trying to show that this topic is not interesting to you. Finally, you found an apple that was lying in a dusty corner. The girls, seeing that you had already brought it to your mouth, frowned in disgust.

"Shouldn't you wash it first?"

Your conversation continued about the mysterious new teacher, to whom you were indifferent. But girls insisted on their own and convinced you to go to class, saying you wouldn't regret it. Judging by the way they described William Afton, you expected to see a handsome, sexy, pleasant, seductive, elegant, gorgeous man. And what was your shock when you entered the classroom and saw an exact copy of their words.

The man was standing near the teacher's desk, holding a book in his hands. At first glance, he was about forty years old. Kind of aristocratic, with pale skin and dark brown hair, sharp features and a thin build, so damn tall. But the most magnificent were his eyes, silvery blue, the color of crystal clear lake water. Everything your friends said about him was absolutely true. He was the most perfect teacher you've ever seen, and you couldn't wait to get to know him better.

"Good afternoon, class, glad to see you all." your heart stopped when you heard his voice, it was low, a little smoky and at the same time rude, which corresponded to his appearance. William looked around at the students, stopping at you for a second, noting to himself that this was the first time you had come to his lesson.

Your parents would be shocked to learn that their daughter can sit quietly in class like a good girl, listening to a lecture about neutrons and protons. But no. Coming back to reality, you didn't give a damn about physics, and you only sat still because you were hypnotized by his voice.

"Don't tell me you've already fallen in love with him." Sofia, who was sitting on your right, muttered with a smirk on her face.

"He looks good." you answered, winking at her.

"I bet he's married…" suggested Mia, who was sitting in the back. She didn't take her eyes off the notebook in which she was diligently writing down everything William said.

"I see you're trying to give the impression of an obedient schoolgirl, huh?" you turned your whole body towards her, teasing her in your usual bitchy manner. The girl had already opened her mouth, ready to answer, but was interrupted by a loud cough.

The whole class fell silent, and you turned to face professor William, whose eyes were staring at you intently. He didn't say a word, but his face showed that he was unhappy with such behavior. You were already preparing for the worst outcome, thinking that he would make a remark, but he continued his lecture as if nothing had happened.

Propping your head on your hand, you continued to openly stare at him. Your curious eyes ran over his entire figure, assessing his clothes and how perfectly his black trousers fit him.

"What's your name?" a familiar voice awakened from the fantasy world, but this time it was heard much better, because its owner was standing right next to your desk. When you looked up, you saw professor Afton himself. You introduced yourself. "Are you chewing something?" the man's tone didn't sound like a question. "Chewing gum is prohibited in my class, please be respectful to me and others."

Looks like luck was on your side today if this man pays you so much attention, you thought, and spitting out the gum, barely holding back a grin, you glued it right under the desk.

"Well, I'm going to have to ask you to clean this up after class."

You got what you wanted. Sofia and Mia were the last to leave the classroom, making perverted jokes about you. Getting to know each other better promised to be interesting. You sacrificed your precious plans for today just to get to know this man a little better. But, to your great regret, nothing interesting happened. And what your friends were joking about didn't happen either. William's face was set in stone.

"Why haven't I seen you in my classes before?" he asked calmly. His cold and impassive demeanor was annoying. What kind of teacher is that? There must be some way to get him emotional.

"Because they're boring." if to play the bitch, then play to the fullest, you thought.

"You are wrong, exact sciences can be very interesting if they are taught correctly." he sighed, considering what to say next. "I'll let it slide for the first time, but I don't want it to happen again, okay?"

"If your teaching skills impress me, I will attend all your lessons." you spoke, glaring at him.

"I hope so." the man replied. The corners of his mouth turned up, and he looked back at the book. "Now put that gum away, please."

Oh, how long you've been waiting for him to say that. You knew that this boring book wouldn't be the only thing his eyes would be glued to. Getting up from your desk, you straightened your slightly rumpled miniskirt and turned your back on William. You bent over, your skirt indecently pulled up, exposing the elastic band of your stockings. You tried to keep a satisfied smile on your face, but you couldn't as you felt his studying gaze all over your body. Afton ran a hand through his hair, as if trying to restrain himself, reminding himself that he was at work. Gritting his teeth, he continued to watch you.

The minutes have turned into an eternity for both of you. When you finally unhooked the gum, you put it in a napkin and turned to William. And you knew that he saw everything. And he knew you knew.

…

From the day it happened, you decided not to tell your friends. You've been waiting for the time to come when you can shock them with something bigger. Physics became your favorite lesson, and until your parents couldn't recognise their beloved daughter, you continued to play on Mr. Afton's nerves.

William was strict, but he never raised his voice at the students. His tests always had forty questions, and the time given was too short, but you still tried to write them perfectly (although you knew physics terribly) to impress him. But why did he never give an excellent grade? You used cheat sheets, but even they didn't help, the result was the same. Afton left you after school to sort out mistakes. And it was boring as fuck, and every time you hoped that something would happen.

It's been two weeks since William Afton came into your life. Staying after class was just so boring, you decided to attract his attention with something else if the revealing outfits didn't work.

When he gave you another test with a million questions, you frowned to pretend you were thinking. Your seat was at the end of the class, so no one really saw you, and that played into your hands. When the time of the test was coming to an end, you took the sheet and gently touched it with your painted lips, leaving a mark from your dark red lipstick. This won't leave him indifferent for sure.

At break, no matter how fearless and brave you were, your heart was pounding as your cheeks were flushed. The scariest thing was waiting for his reaction. What if you forgot to sign the sheet and he'll think it's some other girl? But William Afton got to know you well even in such a short time. He'd have known whose sheet it was just by looking at the lip print. He's never had a girl who seduced him the way you did.

"For what purpose was this… done?"

Anxiety quickly turned to intrigue and curiosity as soon as you were back in the classroom. The plan worked.

He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Do you think I don't notice your looks? The way you're acting is out of line. And this uniform you're wearing is definitely not a school one."

"Nevertheless, you like it."

William immediately shut up. His always serious face now shows another emotion that you haven't seen before. He furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes a little, as if he expected something else from you. You just stared at each other in silence.

Afton was standing very close. His body was tense. But despite the seriousness of the situation and what just came out of your mouth, you knew that this was your chance and you weren't going to miss it.

"Yeah. I like it." he had barely finished the sentence as you already reduced the distance between you to a minimum and rose on tiptoe to reach his lips and kissed him.

You felt his lips tremble in shock, but you continued. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he surrendered and deepened the kiss. At that moment, sanity was completely gone, leaving only the desire, the desire to touch him everywhere. You weren't sure if door was locked, which meant that at any moment someone could enter.

William Afton was a fucking sinner. He knew it would end like this. Any normal teacher would immediately send you to the principal or talk to your parents. Any, but not him. Animal desire ate him up from the inside when he imagined you on sleepless nights. From the day your eyes met, William knew who was going to be his favourite in class.

…

The wall clock showed 6 p.m., classes had long since ended. But not for you. Mr. Afton came into the class with a bottle of water, as soon as he saw you, the corners of his lips lifted.

"You're making progress in studying electromagnetic phenomena," he noted, putting the bottle on the table and sitting down on a chair. You smiled sweetly in response to the praise. "What can you say about electromagnetic induction? Who discovered it and when?" William knew you wouldn't answer, but he wanted to tease you a little anyway.

"Come on, you know that's not what we're both here for!" you said coquettishly, putting your elbows on the table and resting your head on your palms, you stared at him intently, batting your eyelashes.

"After all that has happened, it's worth dropping the formalities. Just call me William."

The pose in which you appeared in front of him gave the professor a full view of your cleavage. The first three buttons of the white shirt were undone. However, he didn't take any action, expecting you to do everything yourself. William was trying to keep his sanity because he knew how bad this game would turn out for you. Oh, how wrong he was.

"Would you like to take a closer look, Mr. Afton?" your voice is a little higher than usual. You knew where his eyes were looking. And he didn't hide it either.

"Just William." he repeated through his teeth.

"You're so fucking boring." a tired sigh from you. The click of heels was the only sound in the class. You stood between William and the table, maintaining eye contact the whole time. The atmosphere was heating up by the second. Warmth spread all over his body, and his cheeks turned little pinky. Your hand reached for the bottle, and the next second you started slowly spilling all liquid onto your chest. The wet shirt stuck to your body, exposing the contours of your nipples.

"Fuck, come here." William is tired of your cheap show. He could stand everything: perverted looks, short skirts, stupid coquetry, but seeing you so… so vulgar, doing whatever you want in his class, with a bottle that he bought, spilling his water on yourself, was damn infuriating. He lost the battle with himself, the desire took over, the need to fuck you right on this table, to teach you a real lesson. "You fucking want me, don't you? I can see how much you need my touch, how much you want me to fuck you. Little slut. You've been provoking me all this time, pretending to be an innocent angel, but here," William's hand reached for your already soaking wet shirt, roughly grabbing your breast. "that's who you are, that's your nature."

"Will you fuck me?" your question sounded more like a desperate plea.

"Show me what you're capable of, and then I'll think about it." now it was William's turn to smirk. When his hands left your breast, he majestically relaxed in the chair, legs apart. His open posture perfectly showed what was required of you.

Without wasting a minute, you fell to your knees with fire in your eyes, trying to please him. In response, a mocking laugh escaped his lips. When you felt his erection in your palm, you giggled. No matter what unflappable man he showed himself in class, he was different when he was alone with you. You felt special, because you were the only one of all the girls who turned him on. Or so you'd like to think.

You unbuckled his belt, jerkily pulling off his boxers down. His hard cock was dripping precum. To avoid distractions, you tucked your hair behind your ears, then wrapped your hand around his length, lazily moving it up and down.

"That's it, good girl, so eager." William murmured hoarsely, which made you raise your head to look at him. Wonderful. His brows were furrowed, eyes were closed, and his chest was rising and falling. Seeing him so weak was… unique, unusual, exciting even. But why, why William? No matter how many guys you've touched like that, none of them ever made you feel that way.

If he wanted to see what you're capable of, then it's time to demonstrate it. Brushing away unnecessary thoughts and at the same time mentally preparing yourself, you lightly licked his swollen tip, causing him to sigh deeply. It really boosted your ego, gave you even more confidence: to hear the sounds he makes, to feel his legs twitch. And you wanted more, so you tried to take him fully in your mouth, but you couldn't. He's a lot bigger than all your exes, so you started helping yourself with your hand, stroking the base of his dick.

William's hands grabbed at your hair, causing pain, but you continued. Although your efforts weren't enough for him and he began to move his hips, already fucking your mouth. He forced you to take his whole cock, his shaft went right down your throat, which made tears come to your eyes. You hit him lightly on the leg so he'd let you go as you felt like you were going to throw up any second.

After a while, you finally got a little used to his steady fast pace. Breathing through your nose, you continued to let him greedily fuck your mouth, but you felt that you were also terribly aroused by it. Your hand reached down in hope of rubbing yourself through your panties, but suddenly Afton abruptly pulled you away by your hair.

"And what are you doing, hm?" he asked in a husky voice, looking at your fucked out face. Oh, what a wonderful sight William saw, a real work of art. You with watery eyes, ruined makeup and drops of his cum mixed with your saliva on your lips and chin. You don't look so cocky anymore. And William is so damn pleased to see what he's turned you into. If he could, he would have taken a thousand photos and hung them all over his house walls. But sadly, wife and kids will not approve of this.

You gave him a clouded look without even hearing his question. Your brain was turned off, there was only one goal set — to satisfy him, and you were going to achieve it, no matter what. After taking in enough air and still not reacting to him, you took his cock in your mouth again, diligently moving your head up and down.

"Yes, I knew it. You're just a whore, nothing more. That's how your parents raised you, right?" you knew that wasn't true, but you tried to agree with him anyway, making a moan, but all what came out was gagging sound.

William threw his head back, groaning, his hand was still on your hair, no longer grabbing, but pressing enough to keep your head in one position. Your jaw was starting to hurt, it was hard to keep mouth wide open, and William didn't even seem close. You felt the urge to vomit every time he jerked his hips, completely plunging his dick into your throat and staying like that for a few seconds as your saliva dribbled down your chin. The feeling of your sweet throat tightening around his cock made him clench his teeth to keep from making loud moans.

"Be ready to swallow, sweetie." Afton muttered, looking at you with half-closed eyes.

Finally, when you felt him twitching and his thrusts become more and more sloppy, you realized that he was close. William came with a muffled groan, holding you by the hair so you wouldn't pull away. It was so hot and sexy to feel his cum trickling down your throat. You've never had a man who dominated you like that. All your exes were nothing compared to William.

When his grip loosened, he let you go, straightening his shirt and breathing deeply. You gasped for air, head spinning, throat sore, cheeks red, roots of hair hurt, but a stupid happy smile on your face when you realized what you had just done. William, however, was just as pleased as you. It had been a long time since he had fun like this, his wife never done anything like this with him. But what he never thought about was that he would find a girl like you so quickly, who would try madly to satisfy all his needs. And wasn't it heaven? William didn't feel any guilt, because he was sure that it was you who provoked him to do this.

"No one should know about this, honey, do you understand me?"

You were about to answer when the phone rang. William, seeing how exhausted you were, reached for it and handed it to you. When you picked up the phone, you were greeted by mom's serious tone.

"Y/n, where are you? It's already 7 p.m. and you're not home. Don't you know that you have a tutor after school? Your father and I are paying for him!"

"Gosh, mom, I'm with Mia and Sofia," you said through gritted teeth, "and I don't need any tutor, tell him from me that he's a useless old asshole!" you hung up the phone, glowering at the phone screen, where were 5 missed calls from mom.

"How obstinate you are, you remind me of Michael." you looked at him questioningly, to which William only grinned because of how ridiculous your cute puzzled face looked. The man put on his pants and, taking napkins from the table, wiped the left of cum from your lips. "Michael is my son. He is in his first year of engineering college, very stubborn and short-tempered."

A strange smile appeared on William's face when he spoke about his family. A smile he never had for you.

After another long minute of conversation, which you wanted to end as soon as possible, because they were useless stories about his kids, Afton helped you clean yourself up. When you got home, you crawled onto the bed and blankly stared at the ceiling, your brain digesting everything that happened today. It didn't scare you that everything happened so fast. But it bothered you that you never thought about him being married. There wasn't even any hint he had a wife. He didn't wear a wedding ring, and when you kissed him, he never refused. There was always an answer to all your flirting, the way he looked at you during class was something more than just innocent glances from teacher to student. It was the look of a hungry man who desperately wanted you.

And what's worse is that now you seem to be very much in love with William. Guys have always been nothing more than entertainment for you, it was fun to play with their feelings. And you thought it would be the same with Afton. Your goal was just to seduce him, just to have fun. After all, guys your age were boring, and you thought it wouldn't be so bad to find someone older, because you're a huge fan of playing on nerves. And just in time, professor William showed up at school.

But everything went awry when William Afton began to completely take over your thoughts.

Stupid teenage crush, what could be worse? And the worse was that William started flirting back. In all images, only William seemed to be there, his face haunted you in your dreams, but along with the ardent love, bitter jealousy grew, which you tried to stifle. And for a while, this unpleasant desire to be the only one for William disappeared. Because he spent all his time on you, which couldn't not make you the happiest girl on earth.

Kissing right in the school hallway was wrong, but how could you resist when he was aggressively pinning you against the wall, his hands gripping your hips while you tried not to moan into his mouth. Neither of you cared that there was a lesson behind that wall. The chemistry your brain was creating because of William was driving you insane, you couldn't wait for the day you'd be in his bed. Oh, how much you wanted to show him that you're better than his wife.

It was all well and good, until one day William had to leave right after class ended, telling you he had things to do. However, that didn't stop you from following him all the way home to find out where he lives. His house stood next to a road, on the other side of which was a bus stop, where you stood timidly, watching William enter the house and greet a woman who happily hugs him.

With what love and care she takes the umbrella from him, kisses him on the cheek, and they both disappear into the house. And with what anger and resentment you stand, completely soaked in the rain, watching them.

…

The next day, after a long night full of thoughts, you met William on your way to school.

"I thought you drove to work." you smiled fake.

"Yes, but Michael borrowed car, he needs it more now," William's face brightened, he continued to gesticulate a lot, smiling from ear to ear, voice was full of delight. "And the weather is so good today, isn't it great to take a little walk?"

"Probably…" and again this Michael, again the mention of his family, his wife, his kids.

"The thunder was booming all night, my little Elizabeth was so scared. Poor little one couldn't sleep."

Are you sure you didn't sleep because of your daughter? Isn't it because of your fucking wife? I know there was something between you last night. Why are you so damn happy? What about me?

The morning has just begun and everything is already going to hell.

Afton's phone rang annoyingly loudly, and his fingers instantly pressed the receive button.

"Hello, Clara?" his tone is so cloying that you wanna puke. "Oh, no, damn… Looks like I'm going to walk around school blind today… Yeah, I was in such a hurry that I forgot them on the table… I don't think I'll be able to come back, I'll be late for work… Sure, bye, honey, see you this evening, love you!"

Listening to how kindly and lovely he talks to his wife, you felt everything tearing apart inside, tears of anger appeared in your eyes. You turned away to wipe them off, not wanting William to see you like this. You didn't want to see William either.

The school day dragged on for a long time, you had to skip one lesson, sitting in the bathroom and smoking a few cigarettes to calm your nerves. You felt that if you saw William, you wouldn't be able to resist saying everything you thought about his wife into his face. Everyone in the class seemed to have already got used to the new teacher, the feelings of many girls cooled down as they realized they had no chance of having an affair with this man. Everyone… except you. You couldn't make your heart stop loving him, you didn't even know if it was love or some kind of sick obsession.

Although you knew one thing for sure: you weren't going to share him with anyone else.

After class ended, you quickly jumped up from your desk to put your things in your bag and leave the classroom, unable to see your professor anymore. Sadness and anger grew. As you passed his desk, about to leave, William called your name and asked you to stay.

You stood motionless, with your back to him, feeling deeply offended. When it was just the two of you in class again, William came up to you, put his hands on your shoulders and slowly took off his backpack. You didn't move.

"Look at me." he began. "What upset you so much? You've been acting weird all day, avoiding me."

You knew that ignoring his question would do nothing, but you felt lost, not knowing whether to tell him truth or not. You felt a lump in your throat, as if something was holding you back from telling him the reason of your behavior. Maybe you just imagined all this nonsense? Maybe it really shouldn't affect you that much, after all, it looks like he cares about your state. What if he doesn't really love his wife?

"Y/n?"

"Ah, that's… nothing special." you turned to him, still not looking him in the eye. How can you explain yourself to him if you didn't understood it yourself. "It's just problems… with parents, it happens."

"Is it because of the tutor?" you just nodded in response. William was a selfish man, but certainly not dumb. He watched your expression and the way you behaved in front of him, avoiding eye contact, and came to the conclusion that you were lying. "Oh, then how about I spend the evening with you?"

Afton felt no remorse. He suggested it because he felt pity for you and nothing more. And he also needed to relieve stress after a long week at work. He didn't have strong feelings for you, he didn't love you more than his wife. William knew that these emotions you're experiencing right now are just teenage infatuation, and why wouldn't he take advantage of it?

William knew how to banish your sadness, so he booked a hotel room.

Despite the terrible morning and afternoon, the evening was a thousand times better. Your tears of resentment turned to tears of pleasure, your hands reached for William's neck to pull him even closer to you. With each strong thrust, you felt his cock penetrate deeper. William ran his lips down your neck to your collarbones, leaving purple hickeys. His hands gripped your hips as he moved inside you.

How much you wanted this, needed this.

Your clothes were lying on the floor somewhere, and your phone was on the bedside table, the screen was on. The last message to mom said that you'd stay the night with your girl friends.

You dissolved into pleasure, loud moans, more like screams, escaped from your lips as William drove into your body. He nuzzled your neck, biting you like a wild animal, trying to stifle his own groans. You forgot about everything that happened today, about his wife and kids, about your parents, your friends. Everything around you didn't make sense. All that mattered was the man above you, who fucked you so hard your toes were curling.

"Oh, fuck-fuck, don't stop!" you whimpered, feeling that you were approaching orgasm. However, that sweet sob from you made something click in William's brain as he grinned.

His eyes glittered before he kissed you, letting out a low throaty growl as he did so. You moaned, letting his tongue slide into your mouth. William pulled out. Goosebumps ran over your skin, and you impatiently rubbed your body against him, trying to hint to him to enter you again. Afton broke the kiss, his hands turned you over on your stomach and lifted your ass, your bodies merged back together.

"You're so fucking tight. Been a while since you've been fucked that good, right?"

You knew that your moans were loud, too loud, you knew the people in the other rooms heard everything. You tried to restrain yourself by biting the pillow. William didn't approve of this and slapped your ass sharply, leaving a red mark, and then pulled you by the hair to himself.

"Don't hide your fucking moans, I want… everyone to know what a whore you are, bunny." he was breathing heavily, feeling walls of your pussy clench around his cock. William wrapped your hair on his fist, lifting your head to the ceiling.

You gasped, already losing your mind, when you felt his tip pressing against your cervix. Your body was shaking in his arms, and William took his hand from your hair, releasing you. You started moaning his name nonstop, writhing with bliss, moving back and forth yourself. You didn't even notice that William stopped moving at all, watching with a grin as you fucked yourself stupid on his cock.

"Oh, you want to cum? Dont you worry, I'll help my sweet girl." his hips began to move again, and his calloused fingers caressed your aching clit in lazy circular movements.

You felt waves of pleasure spreading in your lower abdomen, your pussy began to throb around his shaft, your legs trembled as you came with a desperate moan. William himself was close to orgasm, he pulled out of you, not holding back in moans, and brought himself to orgasm with his hand, cumming on your ass.

His sweaty body fell next to yours as he was breathing deeply, recovering. After a few minutes, he got out of bed, went to the bathroom, but returned with napkins, wiping your body.

"I'm going to take a shower." he lay next to you for a short time, then got up and went again to the bathroom, leaving you tired on the bed. Your eyelids were slowly closing as you were falling asleep, you almost dozed off, but you were woken up by William saying something. Your eyes flew open and you saw him already dressed, the man was taking money out of his wallet. "It's for a taxi, you'd better get some sleep, and in the morning you'll go home."

"What? You'll leave me.. just like this?" you immediately raised yourself up, leaning on your elbows, covering your naked body with a blanket.

"I have to be home in an hour, Y/n, don't make a drama out of it." Afton replied with restraint. His face was tense, there was no desire to discuss this jealous nonsense, and moreover, he wasn't in the mood to calm your hysterics. He knew that if he was late for his wife, she would bombard him with questions (because he always arrived on time), and this was the last thing he wanted.

"What do you mean, "don't make a drama"?! You think you can just—"

"You knew I had a family, and you knew what you were signing up for by having an affair with a married man." William felt his anger rising, he frowned. He slammed his palm loudly on the table, throwing money.

"No, no, wait, William!" your voice trembled, you tried to hold back the tears that gushed. "Don't leave me here!" William wasn't going to stand and listen to your screams, he didn't book a room for that. But your crying was exhausting his patience. Afton knew that this moment would come someday, however, wasting time on it wasn't in his plans. You'll calm down somehow, without his help. The professor took one last look at himself in the mirror and headed for the door. "How am i worse than her? How am i worse than fucking her?!"

It was impossible to understand what you were feeling, because it was an explosive mixture of all negative emotions. There was fear in your eyes, the fear of being abandoned, of losing William. But at the same time, cold anger was building up inside, and your knuckles were turning pale from how hard you were clutching the blanket. Throwing it off, you ran up to the man and grabbed his clothes.

William slapped you. Your cheek was burning as there was a large reddish mark on it from his palm.

"Leave me alone! I'm sorry i even damn know you!" William barked. He got angry, because your behavior went beyond all bounds, his hands pushed you hard, causing you to fall to the floor, but this didn't stop your hysteria. Clutching his leg tightly, you looked up at him, continuing to sob and beg him to stay. "This is our last meeting."

Escaping from your grasp, William left room, slamming the door, the sound of which painfully echoed in your ears. Your eyes widened in panic as soon as you realized that he was gone, that he left you. You cried until you lost your voice. A lump in your throat. You were left alone, humiliated, broken, abandoned, used.

Was it over?

You didn't show up at school for two weeks because you "caught a cold." Friends pmed you every day, asking how you were and when you would finally come to school, but you hardly answered, not knowing the answer yourself. You avoided communicating with your parents, spending whole days in your room, which alerted them, but they didn't dare to disturb your peace, thinking that you sleep all day because of the high temperature.

William Afton was no longer your teacher. After that terrible situation at the hotel, you felt something break in you. Every time you look at yourself in the mirror, the scene of how he hit you repeats itself in your head, and you relive all the resentment and anger, even rage. Nobody. No one in the world has ever raised a hand at you. Instead, you began to notice how his face causes unbearable irritation, to the point of gnashing your teeth. From his name alone, you want to break all furniture in your house. The memory of how you looked at him with loving eyes makes you want to erase your memory first, and then shoot your head off. How could you be so blind not to notice that he was just using you?

Jealousy turned into a desire for revenge, you wanted him to suffer for playing with your feelings, that he saw you as nothing more than a sex toy, and then innocently returned home to his wife's arms, as if nothing had happened. It shouldn't be like this.

Every night you woke up sweating from nightmares in which you did terrible things to him.

But at one point, the nightmares turned into fantasies.

….

While smoking a cigarette, you take out of your jeans pocket a photo of William that you took with him at a time when everything was still good. Undoubtedly, the photo turned out well, William's smile is great, he really is one of the most handsome men you've ever seen. Admiring the photo a little more, you hold a cigarette to it and watch as the photo turns to ashes.

It was over.

You knew all about William. You knew how many kids he had, how old his wife was, and what she cooked for him in the morning. Listening to him talk nonstop about his family life was excruciating, but fortunately, everything comes to an end. You knew where his eldest son went to study, and it didn't take you much effort to catch him on his way out of college.

"Hey there! Michael, right?" you call out to him as you approach him. Your mouth twists in a fake smile when you look at him closer, a real copy of his father. Michael is a little confused, he nods uncertainly and hopes that there is no blush on his cheeks. He finds you very attractive. "Oh, so… I'm Y/n! I study at the school where your father works, and he said he would help me prepare for my final exams."

"Oh, hello! I can actually give you a ride, dad gave me his car."

I know, silly, I know everything about you.

You gave the guy a radiant smile and nodded your head happily. How did a bastard like William raise a wonderful son like Michael? When you got into the car, you couldn't help but notice how Michael sometimes glances at you. It's pretty sweet, but he's clearly not your type. And Michael's not the problem. He tries his best to start a conversation with you, but you answer him without any enthusiasm. His chatter makes it difficult to concentrate.

The road takes little time, but you feel a fiery surge of anger every time the car stops at a traffic light. You're burning with the desire to rip the steering wheel out of Michael's hands and drive car yourself. You snort nervously, casting a discontented glance at the window. Patience is running out.

Michael parks the car, and you both get out, he leads you to the house, along the way telling some bullshit you ignore. You can barely restrain yourself from letting out a sarcastic laugh, knowing full well that you don't need his help. You know this place better than he does.

"Hey, dad, open! Your son has arrived!" Michael says loudly in a joking manner, knocking on the door. You hear heavy footsteps coming from the house, the door opens and William is standing behind it. His face doesn't express much emotion yet. But as soon as the door swings open fully, revealing you standing next to Michael, his eyes widen.

Your lips curve into a wide smile, and you twist your hair around your finger, fluttering your eyelashes innocently. William noticed you haven't been at school for a long time, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He ended everything at the hotel and didn't plan on coming back to you. He's almost forgotten what your voice sounds like. And how lucky he is that you showed up on his threshold to remind him of your existence. Afton didn't have much choice when Michael explained to him why you came. William sighs wearily, he should have changed his job just when you started making jealous scenes for him. But who the hell were you for him to risk his huge salary anyway?

You walk into his house, feeling William's eyes devour you. Without any shyness, you look appraisingly at everything around you. There are kid's drawings and a portrait of his wife on the walls, but the sweetest thing is the wedding photos in which William holds her in his arms, they both look so happy and deeply in love, perfect for each other. Why did William cheat on her? To some extent, you even feel regret for his wife.

"I have to go to work, so you can study as much as you want. See you later!" Michael exclaims, almost leaving the house. "Oh, and… dad, give her cookies, which, by the way, I baked!" William rolls his eyes, making it clear that Michael should really leave. You giggle, flattered that his son is trying so hard to impress you. "Please?"

"Sure, Michael."

Michael quickly leaves the house, no longer daring to bother you. As he walks to the car, an enthusiastic smile doesn't leave his face, he wipes small tears of sweat from his forehead. The poor guy feels a little awkward, but he sincerely hopes that he has left a good impression. He'll be so glad to meet you again, maybe you will even become friends? He's looking forward to your opinion on his baking skills.

As soon as the door closes behind Michael, William follows you into the living room. He's outraged, dissatisfied, how the fuck did you get to his house in the first place? Michael's college was very far from your school, it was hard to find him, impossible to catch him after classes. Who knows what's on your mind?

"Now tell me, why are you even here? Why are you doing this?" William gives you a contemptuous look, raising his eyebrows. He still can't believe that all this is happening to him, hoping that it's just a figment of his imagination, but no, you're in front of his eyes, sitting possessively on his expensive couch.

"But I love—"

"Now, dont start with this." William snaps, pointing his index finger at you to shut up. If William doubted his decision before, now he is convinced that he should have left you a long time ago.

"William, listen to me." you pout, crossing one leg over the other. "I'll never cross your threshold again, I just came to see you and…" plaintive tone. "to drink with you to our last meeting." your fingers slowly unzip the bag and you proudly show William a bottle of red wine. How did you even know that he likes this brand?

"I'm not going to do that."

"I swear I won't get in your way again. I realized that it was my fault, because you have a wife and…" you beg him, your lips tremble slightly as tears gather on your eyelashes, and all this is thanks to your incredible acting skills. How easy it is to manipulate people.

William narrows his eyes and sinks into his thoughts. You look so pathetic that he wants to hug you even though he doesn't have any feelings for you. He's thinking. On the one hand, his wife is outside with the kids and will return home in the late afternoon, and Michael is at work and will also come late. No one will bother you for the next few hours, and you two are alone, free to do whatever you want.

"The glasses are in the kitchen."

Alcohol fills the crystal glasses that William took out from the cupboard. He's not the least bit embarrassed that he once used these with his wife during their honeymoon.

The conversation starts about nothing. You playfully touch his feet with yours under the table, pretending it's an accident. But William knows those shiny eyes of yours. Your look with vulgar hints brings back memories of how you seduced him at school. After emptying the second glass of red, William gets up from the table and goes to the refrigerator for ice cubes, the kitchen is getting too hot. Or maybe he's already drunk.

You approach him, using the moment when the man is standing with his back to you, and press your chest against him. His body is hot and relaxed.

"I missed you…" you whisper excitedly. So disgusting.

Afton turns around and stares into your eyes, then at your revealing cleavage. Again. His pupils are dilating. He remembers the clothes you always wore at school, barely covering your breasts and ass, and how hard he tried to control himself in lectures.

Afton's head is spinning, everything but you is blurred in his eyes. And he gives up, greedily kissing you. Wet and rough, as always. His hands grab you by the neck, squeezing you slightly. And yours slide down his body, to his pants, and then to his belt.

"We better do it fast." William whispers hoarsely into your lips as you caress his hard-on with your palm through his clothes. How cute, he thinks you're just going to blow him like last time.

Now it has become difficult to hide aggression, alcohol has helped to feel everything in double size. You just wish he'd shut up, his voice is annoying, so you kiss him again. You want to vent all the anger and stuff it into his smoky lungs so that he can't take a breath. You bite his lips hard, causing blood to run down his chin, and William is so drunk that he thinks it's just such a foreplay. His hands are no longer unbuckling his belt, but William doesn't notice it, he's busy trying to take off your dress.

He's so weak, so seductive, just begging you to kill him.

"Come on, bunny, don't tease me." you roll your eyes, but you pull away, take off your dress, and it falls to the floor, you stand in front of a man in beautiful lace underwear. "Oh, so shameless, huh…" William drunkenly draws out his speech. Pisses you off, pisses you off, pisses you off. You kiss him again, the man's lips are so disgustingly wet because of the blood. He has no idea that this is the last kiss. Thanks to William's drunken state, your deft hands managed to get a knife out of the kitchen cupboard unnoticed.

You stab a man in the chest, his eyes widen in horror, he jumps away from you.

"What the fuck?!"

Stupid jerk. He doesn't even know that if he moves with a knife in his body, it'll only hurt more. A cruel smile appears on your face, and you come closer to him, putting your finger to his lips.

"Don't call me your bunny, asshole." with a clanking sound, you pull the bloody knife out of him, and William falls to the floor, screaming in searing pain. Everything about him pisses you off, how dare he cry when you've just started?

"Stop it, bitch! Stop it!" William presses his palm to the wound, from which blood is gushing, opens his mouth and breathes raggedly. Your eyes widened with rage pulsing through your veins, it engulfed you from head to toe. You kick William in the groin and he screams in agony. And then you kick him again and again and again until you hear a crunch, his dick is literally bursting. Afton cannot get up because of his drunken state, his hands slide across the floor, covered in blood, he kicks and screams in acute pain. You switched places, and now he's lying on the cold tile, choking on tears.

You fall on your knees next to him and stab him a couple more times in the stomach, chest, blood splashes on you and stains your white underwear. His body convulses, he tries to crawl away from you, his screams become hoarse.

Your frantic gaze runs all over the kitchen, trying to find something else besides a knife.

"Crazy bitch!" William shouts, sputtering. "I'm going to put—"

Hit. Another hit. And another one.

You're sitting on the floor in dead silence, holding a cast-iron frying pan in your hands and looking down at a lifeless body. Or a mess, that's more suitable word. A bloody mess. You wince at the disgusting sight. The end. His heart stopped forever, his skin seemed to stretch, become dense and acquired a light ashen color. A sharp metallic smell fills your nostrils, you throw your head back and roll your eyes. It's not known what killed him, a knife or a strong hit with a frying pan, but you are in utter ecstasy.

You carefully, like a graceful cat, put a frying pan on his broken head, covering his face and get up. You take one last look at what you've done. You're thinking. It's probably better to leave this dress as a gift to him. It's all covered in blood anyway.

Your legs carry you to the exit, you move slowly, and then out of the corner of your eye you notice cookies on a plate. Your brain remembers well how much Michael wanted you to try them. You smile sweetly, this boy is too kind and warm-hearted, he didn't deserve a father like William. You take a bite of a cookie, slowly, really slowly chewing it. There's no hurry anyway.

Ugh, it's disgusting. The cookies are too dry, almost not sweet, more like just breadcrumbs. It's better not to tell Michael, he'll be upset.

"You'll thank me later, Clara." you're talking to the beautiful woman in the photo that hangs on the wall in the living room. Her happy emerald eyes look into yours, she seems so lively and carefree, as if she is about to answer you.

You leave the house, finally finding yourself in the fresh cold night air. The light from the moon falls on your almost naked body, and the dried blood on it shimmers beautifully. Oh, how you wish you had a cigarette. The desire to smoke a pack hasn't left you since you entered this house.

Suddenly, the light from the headlights of the car blinds you and you squint. Michael arrived. And together with him, the rest of the family.

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whatdudtheysay · 1 year

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Michael Afton x F!reader ( PT. 2) + part 1 +

CW - semi public, oral (m receiving), fingering, use of toys, jealousy, smut,

Readers pronouns are - she/her (not much mention though but still a warning)

Context - You decided to be a bit bratty to Michael after seeing the way he got so much attention from his female fans and admirers.

Requested from - @ibishoax

Your jaw clenched slightly as you watched Michael with sharp eyes.

His last basketball game of the college year had just ended as of course, he won and was getting the most praise being one of the best attackers on the team. You were proud of him of course and wanted to congratulate him. But before you could get down the bleachers' stairs, hundreds of girls came squealing down too, bombarding Michael with praise and hugs, some daring to ask for a kiss.

Your brows raised when Michael finally allowed a girl to give him a light kiss on the cheek. You wanted to linger around a bit longer but your friend - Lorie, grabbed hold of your shoulder

"Hey, you okay?"

You nodded but noticed her gaze on Michael, a flat smile on her face.

"He'll be a while....I think.." she estimated, brows furrowing at the girls jumping around him. "But a guy on the team said they're having an after-party in one of the sorority houses."

Usually, you'd agree in a heartbeat. Parties were a destresser for you, letting you kick back and relax whilst getting drunk and possibly high if there was an underground provider. But after the events with David, you were reluctant.

Lorie noticed your hesitation, a slightly worried look coming over her features.

"Hey, don't worry about David. We took care of him remember? If he even sets foot on campus he'll be taken into custody. Plus, there's gonna be hundreds of people there. You have nothing to worry about."

Her words calmed your nerves and you found yourself relaxing.

"Alright....let's go then,"

♡

The place was crowded, as expected. Hundreds of different students dancing and obviously crowding the drink area whilst some others went out in the front to smoke, the music flooding your ears.

"Cmonn," Lorie pleaded, dragging you with her onto the dance floor.

You complied this time, only because you'd had a couple drinks that helped you relax.

You both ventured into the sea of different people dancing, Lorie's hand in yours as she danced against you coaxing you into singing along with the song playing from the speakers.

However, your fun was cut short by her boyfriend appearing, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to him.

You felt awkward at their PDA and and made a fake gag sound, making Lorie laugh.

Her boyfriend smirked.

"Mind if I steal her from you, y/n?"

You shook your head.

"Imma get another drink anyways."

Just before you could turn around, you bumped into someone.

You were about to apologize before you saw it was Michael.

"Oh."

"Hey, you." He cooed, ruffling the top of your head.

You made a humming sound in response, eyes focusing on what looked like a smudged lipstick stain at the side of his neck.

You looked behind you and to your disappointment, Lorie had indeed been taken somewhere by her boyfriend.

"What's wrong princess?" Michael questioned, his hand grabbing hold of your chin, making you look back at him.

"Nothing."

You turned and made your way towards the counter where the drinks were at. Before you could reach it, Michael grabbed your arm, dragging you back towards him before leading you in the opposite direction, pulling you upstairs with him.

"Hey- Michael! Let me go!" You complained, trying to fight against him once you'd both made it upstairs and out of sight of any big crowds.

After Michael dragged you into a bathroom, he finally listened to your complaints, letting you go before moving to lock the door.

"Why the hell did you drag me up here?" You questioned, not hiding your annoyance.

Michael gave you a warning look before folding his arms.

"Why're you acting like someone shoved something up your ass?"

You scoffed, trying to get past him. "I don't need to hear this."

He lightly pushed your shoulder back.

"You're not going anywhere unless you tell me what's up." He put it simply, walking towards you.

You instinctively backed up until you felt the porcelain sink press into your back, the coolness sending chills through your body.

"Nothing's up with me." You lied, locking eyes with him. "But I'm getting tired of being here and I wanna go."

There was a small silence before Michael hummed along.

"Didn't seem so bored when you were grinding against your friend earlier."

How much had he seen?

"First of all. That's my friend. Second of all, that was a while ago. Now can you move? Besides you have your little fan girls club to keep you company when I'm not here-"

You were cut off by Michael's deep chuckle, Michael covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Seriously, princess? That's what this is about?"

You felt your brow twitch.

"It's not." You defended. You wanted to add to your defence but you couldn't. It was because of that.

Michael laughed once more before sighing, his eyes locking with yours.

"listen, y/n." Michael huffed, the volume of his voice becoming slightly lower. "We're just fooling around, hm? You shouldn't be getting jealous so easily."

You stared at him for as long as you could, fighting off the sting that came from your eyes, your hands finding the edges of the sink, squeezing onto it.

"I know."

Thank fuck your voice came out less weaker than you thought.

Michael stared at you for a while longer, a weird feeling of guilt bubbling in the pit of his stomach.

Before he could say anything else, you had him pushed up against the bathroom wall, your mouth catching his.

You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or your horniness, but you needed him right now, bad. Your hands slipped under his jacket, pulling it off hurriedly, letting it fall to the floor before you attacked his belt. Michael groaned against you. You hardly ever rushed so much when being intimate with him so this was almost foreign to Michael.

You moved away from his lips, biting and sucking the flesh on his neck whilst Michael groaned, his hands holding your waist.

He continued to let you mark him, a small smirk on his lips. He knew you were jealous of those girls. He'd noticed the way you were glancing over at him and the unwanted attention that acted like he was a celebrity. He wanted to come over to you, scoop you up in his arms and kiss you in front of the audience. But you weren't together. Just two friends who occasionally fucked sometimes. It was only a matter of time before he got your timer to tick off and he finally had.

Michael's arms moved around to the back of your jeans, tugging them down along with your panties, making sure they were low enough before moving back to your front, his hand moving between your thighs, rubbing against your clit, causing you to bite down on his shoulder, hard .

"Fuck, Michael -" you sighed, grinding against his fingers needily. "I need you so bad, please."

Michael hummed in agreement. "Can see how badly you're dripping down here."

You let out a silent moan once Michael's thick fingers sunk into your wet heat, your hands digging into his exposed arms.

"Fuck, your pussy doesn't wanna let my fingers go.." Michael marvelled, feeling your walls suck him in deeper anytime he tried to pull them out. "Want me to give you what you want?"

You quickly nodded your head, small moans leaving your lips as his fingers scissored into you. Michael wouldn't let you off that easily.

"Beg for it. Tell me how bad you want me to fuck your needy pussy."

You whimpered, eyes almost rolling when he curled his digits.

"Need it soo bad Michael- pleasee! I need itt."

Michael grinned. "Promise me you won't get jealous whenever any other girl talks to me."

You mewled, shaking your head which resulted in Michael stopping his movements.

"Ok, ok! I'm sorry! Please- I won't get jealous anymore!" You whined, hands fisting into his shirt, whilst looking up at him pleadingly. "Please, Michael."

Michael grinned harder. "Well, how can I resist when you look this cute, hm? Just gonna have to fuck that jealousy out of you."

You gasped lightly when he manhandled you, his arms turning you around before pushing you over the sink, one of his arms moving to lay a hard slap against your ass, the other resting heavy on the nape of your neck.

"Gonna fuck you till you cry,"

That was the only warning Michael gave before pushing himself deep into you, his tip resting smugly against your cervix. Your eyes rolled back once more, nails digging into your palm whilst you groaned. Michael didn't give you any time to adjust, instead thrusting his hips against your ass roughly.

"Shit," he groaned, laying another harsh slap against your rear, massaging over it after.

You whined harder, legs buckling at the feeling of his tip hitting your g spot. You wouldn't last much longer.

"Dunno why you're so jealous of those random girls... you're so fucking perfect." He mumbled, hands moving to slip under the cropped sweatshirt top you wore, pulling your bra down before attacking your breasts, fingers tweaking against your nipples. "You're so beautiful, your cute fuckin' face, your hips, your legs, and this pussy that's suckin' me in so nice-" he rambled, practically losing himself in your heat.

"S' too muchhh, Michael -" you moaned, nails scratching against the sink. You could barely get words out with the way he was fucking you.

"Those other girls can't compare to you, ya hear?" He asked, forcing you to raise your front half up, your back meeting his chest. "You're such a good girl for me, hm?"

You nodded hurriedly, your head moving to look down whilst you squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on the heavy heat building in your stomach.

"Maybe I should just fuck you until your pussy moulds into my shape, huh? That'll make you feel better, huh?"

You groaned lightly, the coil in your stomach threatening to snap.

"Michael- m' gonna cum, please!"

"Go on, then- cum on my dick, princess"

You didn't let another second pass, letting the coil finally snap, gushing around Michael's cock.

"Shit, just like that, fuck!" Michael groaned, "Gonna cum inside this pussy, that'll make you mine won't it?"

"Yes, please! Want your cum, please-!" You whimpered, trying to overcome the tingling sensation of overstimulation.

Michael listened to your every command, giving you one last thrust before letting himself come undone, his seed spurting deep inside of you.

You both stayed against each other for a bit, both of you huffing deeply. Michael finally rubbed your hips before slowly pulling out, his cum spilling out of your hole, dripping down your thighs.

Michael grabbed tissue, dampening it before helping you clean up, cleaning himself up after. You tiredly pulled up your panties and jeans, resting against the sink, your eyes meeting Michael's.

"How about we go to the cinemas together tomorrow night?" Michael asked, finally breaking the silence.

You raised a brow. "Alright, who else is coming?"

"Just us. We could go....on an actual date this time?" Michael trailed off, his eyes moving to the small window that let in the moonlight.

You were surprised by the suddenness of it all but you weren't complaining, instead, moving to close the distance between you both, going on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

"Well, you can pick me up tomorrow, then. And you might wanna do something about those." You smiled, grazing a finger over the side of his neck, making Michael flinch slightly.

You left without another word, leaving Michael to move towards the mirror, noticing all the love bites you'd scattered across his neck.

He was definitely gonna get you back for this. ♡

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#michael afton smut #michael afton x reader #michael afton #fnaf smut #smut #mdni #Michael x black reader

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whencartoonsruletheworld · 5 months

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explanations under the cut

Elizabeth Afton is actually the Youngest Sibling - as @birdsareblooming pointed out, when we see her room in fnaf4, she has a torn-apart mangle toy. mangle was stated to be made to entertain toddlers. would also explain why she's not in the gameplay, she's at daycare/with her mom

The Vengeful Spirit is Michael Afton - another one where cori convinced me and I might have an entire essay that I will publish after I finally sit down and edit through the Security Logbook section but until then here's a bullet point post

Mimic = Burntrap - i dont think i have to explain this we're all talking about it i just know people are gonna be mad at me for it

The Girl in Drowning is representative of Charlie, not Cassidy - She's literally got gray skin, black hair, gray clothes, and neon green lighting, much like a certain gray-skinned black-haired pixel girl with a green bracelet who died in the rain (water motif). Her dragging Kara down because she doesn't want to be alone could be seen as a metaphor for Charlie trying to give life but instead kinda sticking them all in robots

FNAF AR had some BANGIN re-skins - come on. look at them. Clockwork Ballora? Bangin. Broiler Baby? Bangin. Catrina Toy Chica? BANGIN. Springtrap as an actual fucking clown???? BANGIN.

Vanessa is an Afton in the Gameverse, too – Cori's workin on a whole explanation diagram for this but the most BASIC evidence is "her last name starts with 'a' and she's a nepo baby." I dont think she's William's DIRECT daughter cause man died in the 90s and she was 23 in the 2030s so. grandkid or smth

If Edwin/David is a metaphor for anything it's William/CC and not Henry/Charlie – listen i understand the whole "single dad building the robots and then breaking one in a rage" thing from TSE but also the mimic likes to mimic its creator and child before all else and who is it mimicking? afton and the little boy in sb who happens to look a shitton like cc. also game!charlie is never indicated as having a special plushie that followed her everywhere but cc very certainly did and hey if mimic can grow and shrink to fit in anything whos to say it didnt shrink into the fredbear to repeat stock phrases to cc such as "tomorrow is another day." also in the character encyclopedia art of cc he is holding his fredbear plush the same way burntrap positions his arm to imitate holding something. an

They're not gonna pull the Charliebot twist again. Nobody's a secret robot – first off from a writing perspective that's not the kinda twist you do twice. second off with the... less than stellar reception to the twist in the first place i dont think theyre gonna pull it again

"Cassidy" isn't the Golden Freddy Kid's name, it's Crying Child's – the logbook has Crying Child communicate through manipulating the text, while the spirit he's talking to speaks in faint writing; the second spirit never has a confirmed identity, but CC is most definite considering the stuff referenced around him. The "ITS ME CASSIDY" is revealed through.... manipulated text. The clues are in........ manipulated text. "It's Me" is CC calling out to Michael. The other spirit says "My name is..." a couple times BUT they also ask CC if he remembers his name just a few pages before. Granted this might just be us not understanding something but also if Cassidy is CC's name then who the fuck is Golden Freddy Kid. is Michael Brooks still canon

The nightmare gas didn't "ruin the lore" it's just kinda funny – look guys literally all of this lore is fucked, the fact they just threw in "also William Afton was doing nightmare gas experiments on kidnapped kids and then abandoned it for shits and giggles" in the eighth book of their second anthology series and then moving on like nothing happened while the fanbase collapses in on itself is like THE funniest thing they could've done

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #fnaf spoilers #fnaf 2023 #mine

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retirement-home-rumble · 11 months

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Your Elderly Representatives:

Gravity Falls - Stanley and Stanford Pines

Avatar: The Last Airbender - Uncle Iroh

Muppets - Statler and Waldorf

Lord of the Rings - Gandalf

Dream SMP - Philza Minecraft and Technoblade

Discworld - Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg

Ace Attorney - Wendy Oldbag

Doctor Who - Wilfred Mott

The Magnus Archives - Gertrude Robinson

Batman - Alfred Pennyworth

Star Wars - Yoda

Critical Role - Chetney Pock O'Pea

Up - Carl and Ellie Fredrickson

The Owl House - Principal Hieronymus Bump

Just Roll With It - Old Man Earl

Splatoon - Captain Craig Cuttlefish and DJ Octavio

Half Life VR but the AI is Self Aware - Dr Harold Coomer and Bubby

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure - Joseph Joestar

Transformers - Ratchet

Cats - Old Deuteronomy

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - Splinter

DuckTales - Scrooge McDuck

Ninjago - Sensei Wu

Undertale - Gerson

Amphibia - Hop Pop

Golden Kamuy - Hijikata Toshizou

The Good Place - Michael

Back to the Future - Doc Brown

X-Men - Magneto and Professor X

Zero Escape - Tenmyouji

Genshin Impact - Zhongli

Five Nights at Freddy's - William Afton

Welcome to Night Vale - The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in Your Home

Homestuck - Nanna Jane Egbert

Kingdom Hearts - Master Xehanort

The Adventure Zone - Merle Highchurch

RWBY - Maria Calavera

Hermitcraft - TinFoilChef

Full Metal Alchemist - Pinako Rockbell

Miss Marple - Miss Marple

Skullgirls - Black Dahlia

Yu Yu Hakusho - Genkai

Umbrella Academy - Five Hargreeves

Golden Girls - the Golden Girls

Breaking Bad - Mike Erhmantraut

Dimension 20 - Bishop Raphaniel Charlock

Final Fantasy - Emet-Selch

Warrior Cats - Yellowfang

One Piece - Dr Kureha

My Little Pony - Granny Smith

Spongebob Squarepants - Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy

Stardew Valley - Grandpa

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power - Madame Razz

Bloodborne - Gehrman the First Hunter

Courage the Cowardly Dog - Muriel Bagge

Dragon Ball - Master Roshi

The Emperor's New Groove - Yzma

Mulan - Grandmother Fa

Death Note - Watari

Kung Fu Panda - Master Oogway

Christmas - Santa Claus

Plainview Discord Server - Funky Old

Token Tumblr Real Person - @theangstking 's cat, Lilly

Real Life Old Person - Betty White

EDIT: Results from all preliminaries have been updated

#retirement home rumble

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peachymilkandcream · 3 months

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My Husband, My Monster|Part 10|William Afton x Wife!Reader

(A/N: Wow Part 10! Our silly little serial killer is clearly a big hit with you guys. This one is going to have a major major timeskip so woohoo. So glad you're enjoying it and please comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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The killings just escalated, he couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop. He had to do more and more. It started with just the girl and then it grew. More and more kids lured in to the back rooms which then disappeared without a trace, leaving their parents to worry what had become of their sweet children.

Police swarmed the restaurant, invading their privacy and ripping apart the place to find any trace of the children. Bags appeared under Henry's eyes as the stress mounted. Money was draining from the business fast as more and more people refused to come in after all the allegations of missing children and unsafe environments. At this rate the business would close, which normally would have frightened William half to death, but at this point he wanted that.

Freddy's was behind him now, he had his own plan in mind. Behind the scenes, spending years in Henry's shadow learning his craft and how to perfect it. He was going to make his own Freddy's, inspired by his newest child Elizabeth. She had been such a perfect child thus far he would make this one for her. When she was old enough to appreciate it then he would show it to her. This would be his new legacy void of Henry. He would come out on top.

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It was complete, his jewel, his baby. Finally it was open. People were still hesitant to visit an animatronic themed restaurant especially when Funtime Freddy had his name attached to the group of robots. But fortunately enough they slowly began to come, in small groups at first since it was just beginning.

When Freddy's closed and Henry kicked William out of the business he had taken to hiding away from the light of the day. They had completely parted ways, choosing to pretend the other one didn't exist. Although William had gotten some dirty looks when he saw his old partner in public after his new venture launched.

The new animatronics would help with his insatiable bloodlust, trapping children and holding them until he could find his perfect way of disposing of them. Everything was cleaner now, it wouldn't be shutting down like the way the others had because of his stupidity. This time things would go according to plan.

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It hadn't gone according to plan.

It was supposed to be different. Some random kid was supposed to be caught and killed, not his own daughter. His darling Elizabeth, deceased in the capsule of the that robot. The machine of his own making. The thing created by his own hands, destroyed his favorite child. How could he live with himself?

He shut it down, immediately. The entire place, he couldn't bear to look at it again. It had to all go, every wire and scraps. The animatronics coming to find a permanent home in that shut up workshop, surrounded by the other hollow shells of his creations. Doomed to rot like he did.

He couldn't face his wife. After all that he had done and put her through he couldn't face the grief on her face. When he told her he expected sobbing and agony, but was surprisingly met with slight sadness before she continued with her day caring for her remaining children. As if nothing had happened.

Michael had left in his later teens, vowing to never come back because of the memories of his brother tied with this house and his father's neglect. And Vanessa remained content hiding from the busy lives of her parents. Children were fleeting creatures.

All they did was die, and leave, a vicious cycle of pain inflicted on their parents. All this pain wasn't worth it to him. William came to realize that the only ones that mattered were him and his spouse, they were the only ones that would last at the end of the day. He had to put his wife first above his machines. Do everything for her benefit, make her whole again.

He was stewing on these thoughts until the slight green glow came from Circus Baby which he thought was out of power. Funny, he remembered putting purple eyes in the machine. Why were they that same green as his sweet daughter? Something wasn't right here. It was all too....familiar.

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honkygay · 8 months

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AAAUUUGHHHH LOOK AT MY BOOOYYYSSSS!!! LOOK AT THEM!!! SCREAMS AT YOU!!!

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fazgoo-connoiseur-1987 · 6 months

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he deserves the world and that includes playing dress up

#outfit ref #michael afton #fnaf #fazgoodles #five nights at freddy's #i love him #me giggling as i make michael dress like his dad #most of this ref doesnt even use mikey's colours thats probably a metaphor or smth #michael afton's final girl hair streak #ennards having fun #its not on the ref but mikey's pizza sim fit is glittery #hes got that nancy thompson hair

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golden-buddle · 6 months

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Here I am- making an entire AU for the Movie just so I can make some more SecurityWaiter content-

To keep from spamming, I’m dropping it under a Read More-

Anyway, in this AU, Vanessa doesn’t exist.

Instead, Evan, Elizabeth, and Michael are William’s kids.

Michael, when he was very young, was removed from the house. There was an, uh, accident, with his Mother, and the CPS took toddler Mike away.

Mike was then adopted out to the Schmidt’s, who changed his last name and raised him as their own.

Evan died young- though unlike in the games, he didn’t die because of the bullies. He was just fascinated by the spring locks, and as little kids are, he got into places he shouldn’t- specifically, the workshop.

He died to Golden Freddy.

William, having lost his wife, his oldest, and now his youngest, snapped.

Blaming Henry Emily, his business partner for his creation’s murder of his son, William got drunk one rainy night and went out.

There, he found his work partner’s daughter, Charlotte, who was locked out of the Pizzaria.

He brought her into the alleyway besides the Pizzaria, and he killed her.

The security puppet, specifically made to keep the children from getting out of the building, then finally got out of its box that the other kids trapped it into, it left the building, and as the rain continued to pour and thunder rolled in the distance, it wrapped itself around Charlotte’s body.

Charlotte was the first, and she went on to possess the Puppet.

Time then passed. After Charlotte died, William noticed that the Puppet’s face was now stained with purple tears, Charlotte’s favorite color, and he figured out that the little girl had possessed the animatronic.

He continued to murder, killing kids one by one. The missing kids incident happened- then another missing kids incident happened, another, another, another.

He got caught a few times, but he was always let go due to the lack of evidence. None the less, the Afton name was not seen highly.

Deciding to move onto higher rate of capturing the kiddies, William made the Funtimes- and subsequently lost his last remaining child to the deathjaws of his creations.

Baby, along with the other Funtimes were locked below William’s house.

Changing his name, William fled Utah and moved to Minnesota.

But, of course, he couldn’t leave his favorite creations behind.

The Puppet, the first, had to go with him.

Along with both of the Springlock suits. Bonnie was his favorite, after all, and he while Baby was vengeful and aggressive, Golden Freddy was nice and placid.

Of course, if he was going to lug all three animatronics with him, he might as well go all the way. He took the other four animatronics, the ones who held 4 of the first 5 children he murdered.

He made sure he still owned the branch of Freddy’s Pizzaria in Minnesota, got rid of the current rundown animatronics still there, and moved in his bunch.

The Puppet grew.. angry at the movement, and much to William’s chagrin, he moved her to the back of the building, in the storage shed, where she would be locked up and far away from the others.

At that, William noticed that the other haunted animatronics were so much more calmer- less aggressive.

Of course, they still murdered, but the killing attempts were no longer pointed towards him.

William was fascinated by that- and thought maybe the reason for that was because of the Puppet’s separation from the others- so he kept her locked there. Forgotten and alone.

Meanwhile, Mike had gained custody of his adopted Little Sister, and was now looking for a job after losing his last.

Meeting up with his Job Coach, Steve Raglin offered him a new job- and the movie began.

#FNAF Movie #SecurityWaiter #Theorist AU #PLEASE ask me questions about this #I’m going fuckin’ nuts and have a drawing in the works for this

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ynisreal · 4 months

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wires (8) - michael afton x reader

author´s note: helloooo tumblr! so, i've already uploaded these two chapters to ao3, because my main fan work consumption is on the site… sorry for the delay in posting them here :P summary: Michael tells you part of the truth. You and Michael clean up the establishment. Where is Ennard?

"You know what his goal is, right?" Henry's voice echoes in Michael's memories. Of course he knows, that same goal was hinging and hammering on Michael's memories all the way to your house. "Ennard must be looking for a new body to camouflage himself with again," Henry reminds the younger man of each metallic limb entering his stomach and wearing his skin like a coat. Michael wasn't going to forget the animatronic's purpose, having experienced first-hand what the big robot intended to do.

"I know, but he won't be able to find one so quickly. The person he chooses has to be injected by Remnant through the scooper before he dies or, anyway - during, as happened to me," Michael's answer to Henry's question pops into his memory, reminding him of the seriousness of the situation they were in, "I don't think Ennard knows about this, so until he finds out, there will be other bodies just like Noah's, failed attempts to find a puppet for this piece of shit."

That's Michael's fear. It's the same fear that makes him hold on a little tighter to the hands that are intertwined on his torso. You notice the change in his grip, finally understanding that you weren't the only one afraid of going back to the establishment. All along the way, Michael has been giving you these little indications that he was also afraid of what had happened, even though he didn't want to show it to you. The sudden grip on your hands, the slightly controlled breathing and the tension in the broad shoulders of the man in front of you. When there was a red light and Michael's motorcycle stopped, the man's hands brushed against your thigh, his anxious fingers tapping out a frantic rhythm on your skin. Honestly, you feel a little guilty for not comforting him, but you know how serious Michael is about his secrets and what he decides to share, so you don't want to force an opening and end up fighting with him again. You don't have the strength to get into a fight about who yells the loudest with Michael right now, with the vivid images of Noah's organs racing through your head.

"Thank you for coming to pick me up," you thank him, trying once again to distract yourself and Michael from the fear you were both feeling on your way back to the establishment. "Sure, I promised I'd help you carry the weight on your back, and I'm going to do just that," Michael replies, in a slightly happier tone than his demeanor showed. He was trying to reassure you and show confidence, which you could appreciate in him.

You smile under the large helmet that surrounds your face, "Is this the extra helmet you use when you offer girls a ride?" you joke, trying once again to ease the tension in his shoulders. However, this seems to have the opposite effect when you feel his shoulders tense up once again, perhaps even a little more. This makes you open your mouth in shock, "Wow, here I was just joking, and little did I know that I was another one of your victims," you imitate an angry tone, wanting to hear what Michael's response would be.

"Calm down, it was only two," Michael replies quickly, turning his helmeted head slightly in your direction, keeping his eyes on the road. "Apart from you, of course," the last comment being added in an obviously teasing tone, the man clearly amused by the little jealous tantrum you were throwing. "Hm, I see, should I assume that they also worked with you? Or that you also wrote them notes?" you add, continuing to dramatize the situation, amused by the lightness in which you and Michael were chatting, which completes its task in distracting both of you from the fear hanging over both your minds.

"No, that was just you," Michael says seriously, which surprises you a little, given the joking tone the subject was taking.

It's true. You feel it almost immediately.

"I didn't used to get too involved with the people I had sex with or talked to, that only started with you," Michael adds, not really caring what his words meant or what they suggested.

True. Again.

Your cheeks immediately blush. Shit, how Michael had the ability to dominate your thoughts and make the problems surrounding your head seem like ants next to his magnitude. "Well, what's in the past doesn't matter, I'm glad you've changed. You're the kind of person that everyone would love to meet," you replied awkwardly, not knowing how to react to Michael's sudden confession, letting the first words that came into your mind take over your facial muscles and spill out of your mouth.

Michael doesn't answer. After all, that clumsy little reply of yours brought a light into Michael's mind. He had changed, after meeting you, after so many months locked in the silence and darkness of the establishment, after dying and having to drag his own corpse out of a dark alley, Michael had changed. And this change was a good one, of course he still had certain reactions or behaviors that were already automatic in his brain, but even unconsciously, he had opened up to you, he wanted that opening. Michael was willing to open all his scars for you to look inside, through all the blood and pain.

"We're here," Michael says, seeing such the familiar establishment lurking on the sidewalk. You raise your head to look through the tinted window of the helmet, feeling your stomach rise in your throat and threaten to come out of your mouth. Days passed, Noah's case was still open, analyzing suspects, the sun still rose and fell the same way as before, but your fear was still there. Michael's company made you feel safer, knowing that neither you nor he would ever walk those same corridors alone, but it was inevitable that you would create various scenarios in your head about how the two of you would end up dead in the same way as Noah.

Michael noticed your hesitation, so he squeezed your hand that was still wrapped around his torso, signaling that he would be entering with you. He would help you carry the tiring weight of fear, even if his hands were growing calluses from having carried the same fear alone for several years.

The engine noise ceases and you look around the parking lot, unaccustomed to the scenery belonging to the establishment. You remove your helmet awkwardly, wrinkling your nose as you feel some of your hair being pulled along with the material. Your eyes meet the dark glass of Michael's helmet, and you wait a few seconds, a little confused by your companion's delay, when it finally hits you.

"Do you want me to go in first?" you ask, your voice soft and your head tilting slightly in sympathy. Michael's gentle laugh makes itself known and he lifts his hand to stroke your cheek.

"No need, just wait for me at the exit to the parking lot," he replies, knowing that you would feel uncomfortable entering the establishment alone, but you still wanted to make him comfortable. Michael still had no plans to show his face to you, that hadn't changed, so he appreciated your respect for his secret.

You nod and give him a small kiss on the hand that was hidden in a glove, which you assumed was part of the bike's equipment. Your footsteps echoed through the establishment as you walked up to the large red door that marked "Exit" in black letters. Michael waited until the footsteps were far enough for him to take off his helmet, wrinkling his nose when he felt bits of skin from his face getting stuck in the material. Shit, he would have to buy a wider helmet to avoid the cracks that were forming in his face, leading to some black patches from the necrotic muscles. He picks up the backpack he had brought, reaching for his hoodie and the black surgical mask he had brought. After lifting the hood from the hoodie, the upper part of his face was hidden, along with the lower part which was covered by the mask.

After a few minutes, you hear Michael's footsteps echoing through the garage, signaling to you that he was coming to meet you. "Is this the exit?" you ask, given that he's been working in the establishment longer than you. Michael saw the red door next to you and made a positive sign with his hands, showing you the new bandages that covered his fingers and hands. The famous mask and hood you were used to seeing every week are back, and you finally realize how much you had missed Michael. Honestly, you were grateful. A lot of feelings went through your head these last few days, especially with Noah's death and the story Henry told you, which helped you realize that: life is grey. It doesn't judge, it doesn't help or facilitate nor does it hinder or slow you down. Life gives what it can, and now, you were extremely grateful for what little Michael shared with you. Whether it was a blind kiss, a faceless figure or sweet words that were muffled by the mask. Life gave it to you, and you felt grateful for what seemed so little to other people, but was immense to you. And for Michael too.

"And the wage earners always come back to collect their wages," Michael said casually, letting out a theatrical sigh as he opened and held the large, eye-catching door for you to pass through. You let out a small laugh, "True, the chocolates my sister likes are very expensive these days," the same joking tone in the man's voice is heard in your own, enjoying the light mood you were starting the shift in. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's just your sister who eats them," Michael says sarcastically, calling the elevator as he pushes the button that instantly lights up. You let out another laugh, pushing the man's arm a little too hard, just to provoke him. But honestly, with the short contact of your hand on his toned arm, you realize that even if you had used one hundred percent of your strength, Michael might not have moved at all.

The elevator finally opens its doors, making a loud noise, as apparently all the doors in this establishment do. Michael lets you in first, extending his arm between the open space of the doors to prevent them from closing. As you enter that familiar environment, the reality of the place you're returning to makes itself present in your stomach again. Memories of you running through the corridors and praying to any entity that would listen to you so that you wouldn't be the next victim return to your mind, letting the discomfort begin to grow in your body. You are not alone is what you try to repeat to yourself, as an attempt to stabilize your anxiety. And it was the reality, you weren't alone, Michael was with you, the man who always tried to help you and ease your worries, why should this time be any different? It wouldn't.

The man next to you found your sudden silence strange, imagining that the memories and traumas of that night must be tormenting you. He still didn't know the details of what you had done or what you had thought on that day, only receiving the narrative through indirect sources—via Henry and the reports the older man had brought home. His imagination filled in some of the gaps, relying on the fact that Michael had been through similar experiences a few times to make accurate assumptions. "Close your eyes," Michael says impulsively, his voice coming out hoarse, surprising even himself as if his body had taken action before he realized what he was about to do.

You hardly needed time to react, immediately complying with Michael's request and allowing your sight to be stripped away. Your swift response exuded desperation, a realization that left you a little embarrassed. It became clear how effortlessly Michael could read your body language, especially in your most vulnerable moments. Your other senses took over, enabling you to listen to Michael's movements. You heard the elastic of the mask being stretched and the friction of the material against the man's skin, indicating that he had removed the object. Almost immediately afterward, your sense of touch allowed you to feel Michael's lips meeting yours. The kiss was slow and sweet, the small cuts on the man's mouth adding a subtle tickle, especially when you reached out to grab the material of his hoodie, bringing the two of you even closer. The affirmation you sought was present in the shared kiss—Michael was here. The same Michael who had promised to help you, no matter how challenging things became.

The sound of the elevator doors opening echoes through the closed room and you feel Michael's hand cover your eyes, even though you've kept them closed. The sweet taste of the man's lips disappears, replaced by the cold breeze that envelops the bare lower part of your face. "We're here," Michael whispers, his husky voice close to your ear. You nod positively, a little nervous about your prolonged lack of sight. The hand covering your eyes finally leaves, allowing your vision to return, the dim lighting of the establishment invading your eyesight again, irritating you slightly.

You glance at Michael, who already has his mask back on. The affirmation you were repeating was now firmly in your mind, so you didn't hesitate to take the first step, making your way towards the heavy, noisy doors of the main hall. This time, the loud sound didn't startle you, showing how determined your brain is to ignore any kind of fear, focusing solely on the mantra hammering away at the back of your mind. Michael follows you, satisfied that the little bit of encouragement he provided in the kiss worked, pleased with the image in front of him: you attempting to move forward. It won't be easy, but he can try to make it easier for you.

Michael follows you, noticing how you're walking a bit too fast through the main hall, searching for the cleaning utensils to organize the chaos that the police and investigators had left behind. Michael's strong arm appears in the corner of your vision as you reach for the mop bucket.

"Doll, slow down, I'm here to help you," his voice is once again close to your ear, "I'm glad you're determined, but don't forget that I also have my role in helping you," he continues, grabbing the bucket with ease and placing it on the floor in front of you.

"Okay, sorry, I'm just afraid this wave of motivation is gonna leave too soon," you express, rubbing your hands on your uniform, a sign of your sudden hyperactivity. "So don't use it all up within seconds, just take a deep breath and calmly use up your motivation battery, so you don't go into total denial about everything that happened," Michael says calmly, raising his arm to pick up the other utensils. "Honestly, denial would be a good way to deal with all this," you admit, watching as the man in front of you, once again, gathers up all the items and then leaves you empty-handed.

Michael turns his head towards you, letting the dim light illuminate the upper part of his face. With so many emotions over the last few days, you'd forgotten: Michael's eyes were completely dark. A dark black that consumed all the light in the room and didn't reflect a single glint. You remember the drawing you made that associated this feature, which at the time you thought was imaginary on your part, with the eyes of a powerful villain. It's true, it was a look that would make any villain envy the darkness and emptiness that his gaze conveys. But you couldn't possibly think that about his gaze, knowing that Michael wasn't a villain, at least not in your eyes. You looked away, not wanting Michael to find out that his eyes were uncovered. After all, if he kept secrets, you could keep yours.

"Don't say that," the man's voice is serious, "Denial won't do any good, in fact, reality will only hit harder afterwards," Michael says. Truth, you feel it again. Damn, you wish you could tear your insides apart so you could stop feeling these intuitions. Feeling your body betraying you and agreeing with Michael.

"Yeah," you reply dryly, in denial about being able to stay in denial, basically. "I hate to be cliché, but time heals all wounds, and well, justice heals other wounds too," Michael looks back at the shelves, reaching for the cleaning cloths and gloves.

"Have you experienced this before?" your voice comes out hoarse, a little frustrated with Michael's advice, not wanting to accept the reality that you would have to cope with your emotions and fears. The man doesn't stop in his movements, continuing to throw the cloths he found into the bucket in front of you. He takes a few seconds to respond, as if he's thinking about what to say.

"Yes," Michael says, "Noah wasn't the first death in this establishment."

Well, what the fuck? Isn't this kind of information usually shared with new employees?

You don't answer, your body speaks for itself, your eyes going wide and your hands clenching your uniform. "What do you mean?" your voice comes out a little broken, your fear returning almost instantly. Michael realizes this, so he makes the decision to tell you this story in another manner. "I'm going to tell you, I just need you to close your eyes so I can comfort you," he says, his voice heavy with anxiety. Shit, it was hard having to be careful about the secrecy of his appearance and keeping you physically close at such times.

You sigh and close your eyes again. Michael brings you close, covering the top of your face once again with his hand and letting his other hand caress the fabric of your uniform that was covering your shoulder. "It's been a while since that body was found," Michael is careful with his words, not wanting to scare you or expose himself too much, "Henry, the man you met, was the one who found the body, but the killer was already identified in that case, so you don't have to-"

"Did this man come back to life, or did something happen to him after death?" you ask curiously, remembering the tale Henry had told you. You really didn't believe that the man had come back to life, so you assumed that it must be some kind of lesson or significance that the employees of this establishment shared. Well, you were partly right.

"What do you mean?", the hand on your shoulder stops abruptly, surprised by your question. "Henry told me that he knew a story about a man who had another chance in life after he died," you explain, your hand reaching for Michael's to return the caress on your shoulder that was helping you to calm down, "Well, I assumed that it was a well-known tale in the establishment, and since Henry found the body, he may have tried to pass it on to me," you conclude, a little confused by your own statement. "Forget it, I must look crazy," you add, finally finding Michael's hand as you feel the familiar bandages around your fingers.

Michael smiles beneath his mask, evidently Henry must have shared the story of his death with you. "Would you like the story to end like that?" Michael asks, resuming his caress on your shoulder, "For the corpse that Henry found to come back to life?". You think for a few seconds, not understanding Michael's question, but regardless, you decide to answer: "Yes, it would be less gruesome than ending up with Henry running around the corridors afraid of being the next one, just like me," you shrug, the sincerity in your voice making your speech seem a little too casual for the reality of your statement.

"Okay," Michael smiles, a smile so big that he's afraid the necrotic tissue on his cheek will tear deeply. "You mentioned that the killer was identified, is he under arrest?" you ask.

That's going to be impossible to explain, Michael thinks.

"No," the man replies sincerely, not wanting to delve into who, or rather what, the killer was. "That's why I'm here with you, it's safer for both of us, and believe me, I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that these same stories don't repeat themselves with you or your sister."

"My sister?" you vocalize, your hand that was stroking Michael's bandages quickly ceasing. "Michael, what does my sister have to do with this?", your voice sounds irritated, which makes Michael hesitate in his movements. Shit, he said too much.

"She has nothing to do with it, Y/n, calm down," Michael blurted out as he felt your hand grip his tightly. Not that it was actually hurting, but he could sense the desperation in your tone. "I only vocalized my concern for both of you, I know how much you love and care for her."

"Okay, but why should the murder in this establishment worry my sister?" you asked once again, the irritation you felt still not subsiding.

"There's a killer on the loose, Y/n, that's what I'm saying, we don't know where he is," Michael knows that what he's telling you is the opposite of comforting or calming you, but it's the truth. He didn't want you walking the streets carefree or letting your sister come home from school completely alone. Ennard was still on the loose, and he was testing bodies until he could find one that would hold up, which won't happen until Ennard realizes that the corpse needs Remnant.

You sigh, letting the depth of Michael's statement settle within you. He was presenting facts that were difficult to accept, the realization that your sister or other people could be in danger. You couldn't afford to let fear paralyze you, to be as openly vulnerable as you were being, you needed strength and courage in this moment, especially since your little sister depended on your protection and care.

While Michael could bring you comfort and motivation, this line of thinking brought you courage and determination. You had to control your emotions, after all, it wasn't just your life that depended on it.

It worried the man when he didn't hear any response from you, but soon after, he listened to your breathing become more controlled, as if you were trying to calm your thoughts and stabilize your heart. "I understand, thank you for clarifying that to me," you finally reply, your voice strangely calm, "I needed to hear that, thank you Michael," you add, raising your hand to caress his other hand, which was still positioned over your eyes.

Michael smiles, satisfied with the conclusion of the confusing and unexpected conversation you two shared. So he carefully lowers his mask, sealing the discussion you two had with a small kiss, just to bring you and him a sense of comfort and closeness after a sensitive conversation for both of you.

When you feel the hand being removed from your eyes, Michael is already wearing his mask and standing at the same distance he considers safe. Your gaze falls on the utensils already positioned in the bucket, apart from the mop and broom in Michael's hands. You crouch down to pick up the bucket with the cloths and cleaning products, but Michael's arm reaches for the item before you can grab it.

"Why do you still try?" Michael's voice is laced with teasing, totally different from the tone you two had been talking in a few minutes ago. You let out a hearty laugh when you saw that Michael was practically hugging the broom and mop with one arm, squeezing them tightly against his body so they wouldn't fall off, while his free arm was carrying the bucket. "If you'd rather contort yourself to carry the bucket than let me handle a broom, honestly, you're crazy," you smiled, holding out your arms, hoping that Michael would make an exception for today.

"Call me crazy all you want," he says, ignoring your offer and starts walking through the corridors in search of the mess made by the investigators. You roll your eyes, amused by Michael's extreme insistence on being a gentleman, but you still follow him down the corridors to start your day shift.

"Fuck, couldn't those jerks collect their damn tapes?", Michael's voice rings out through the corridors until you reach Ballora's gallery, where you were. Hearing him get angry about this makes you laugh as you organize some boxes that the cops had emptied during the investigation. "Damn it, just put that shit in the garbage can, did they have to leave it on the floor?", Michael finally makes his way to the door of the room you were in.

"Michael, it's our job to manage the establishment, their only job is to investigate," you explain, without taking your eyes off the task you were doing, sorting out the items that were for the decoration box that ended up on the floor due to the policemen's carelessness. "But it's also their job to have the minimum of human dignity and throw garbage in the garbage can," Michael replies, still frustrated by the mess that had established itself in the Funtime auditorium: badly cleaned blood, torn yellow tapes on the floor, empty coffee cups everywhere and, to complete the humiliation, the staff toilet near the auditorium was clogged. Not that Michael needed it, he no longer has a functioning digestive system, but you did, and the asshole cops apparently didn't think about your digestive system while they clogged up the only fucking toilet in this establishment.

"Are you going to unclog the toilet? I can finish the boxes quickly and get it done," you asked, turning your body towards the door. You saw Michael standing in the doorway, holding two transparent garbage bags, both visibly full. "No, I'll do it," Michael replied in frustration, not at you, but at the mess. As much as he found the months he spent alone in the establishment frustrating, he had created a sense of home for the place. For him, seeing this messy and untidy place that he'd practically lived in for months would burst a vein, well, if he had veins with blood pumping through them.

"You're already cleaning the auditorium, which I believe has been left in a mess of blood and other filth," you plead. Michael had immediately offered to clean the auditorium, knowing that it would be uncomfortable for you to relive your memories there, even more so with the blood barely cleaned up by the investigators who collected the body and the various tapes written "Crime Scene".

"No, I'll clean the auditorium and the bathroom, no problem," Michael put the bags down, sighing at the effort he'd been putting in all afternoon. It was strange, to spend the whole afternoon mopping the floor and walking back and forth through the corridors to carry bags of garbage, and not break a sweat. He felt hot and breathless from the hard work, but he couldn't sweat anymore. "I don't want to kiss you later and have you smell like stale coffee and bleach," Michael explained, putting one hand on his waist and the other to loosen the hoodie he was wearing, shaking the fabric of the collar so that a breeze of air would cool his dead body.

"Oh yeah, then I'll have to smell that on you later," you laugh, not at all convinced by Michael's explanation. "I don't want your sister to be traumatized by the stink she'll smell when you get home," Michael says, his voice carrying a provocative tone, which makes you smile once again.

Michael looked extremely attractive right now, even with his face covered. The fabric of the hoodie really helped with the masterpiece in front of you, making no effort to hide the man's physique, apart from the fact that, with the movement he was making with the fabric, you could see a bit of bandage around his abdomen. You had discovered yet another feature of your sexual preference with Michael, finding the bandages he wore on his hands extremely attractive, even if you didn't understand why he wore them. A good amount of time had passed since the episode in the control room, and honestly, all you wanted now was to have the opportunity to feel Michael like that again.

"Doll, I'm going to throw this shit away and finish the auditorium tomorrow, I need to sort out the fucking toilet by today," Michael announces, picking up the bags again. You nod positively, "I like it when you call me that," you say with a fond smile on your face, happy to have Michael working with you, it really managed to distract you from the fact that the two of you were cleaning up the mess of the policemen - policemen who had come to investigate a murder.

"Brings back good memories, right?" Michael's voice echoed through the corridors, the malice evident in his tone, but he missed the opportunity to see your cheeks blush and your eyes close in shyness. But your face bore a smile, good memories indeed.

You took the opportunity that Michael had taken on the task of cleaning and unclogging the toilet to check the Scooping Room. Over the last few days, you had called the company a few times, explaining the situation of the robot forgotten in the establishment. The secretary had been polite to you, but she repeated that there was no record of the animatronic you were describing, an animatronic with several exposed wires and white plates forming a face that held a hat on top. You were confused by the situation, which she tried to explain could be some robot from another establishment or an export error by the construction company. The secretary explained that they were swamped with demands from the redesign of this facility and the lawyers who were handling the lawsuit over Noah's death, so she couldn't give you a definite date of when someone would pick up the lost animatronic.

So, walking quickly through the Funtime auditorium, avoiding looking at any traces of blood or, frankly, anywhere other than the small door of the Scooping Room, you decide to check on the animatronic, even to see if the police had removed it or done anything to the robot. When you enter the dark room, the animatronic is no longer next to the door, which makes you think almost immediately that it must have been removed, but as soon as your eyes get used to the darkness of the room, you can see the animatronic standing next to the large scooper in the middle of the room.

The animatronic was positioned in a creepy way, its arms, which were tubes and tubes of wires, were next to its metallic body, with its eyes turned towards the door, where you were standing. Next to him was the large scooper, which you assumed was for rebuilding or destroying the robots. "Well, it looks like they left you right here," you vocalized in a low voice, making sure Michael didn't hear any noise coming from the auditorium. The animatronic was submerged in the darkness of the place, the open door with the low lighting of the auditorium didn't do your vision any justice, you could only see the white plates that formed the robot's face and the long tubes that escaped from the metal body. Some dark spots were on the animatronic's white face, which made you think that the policemen must have moved the robot and let some coffee drip onto the plates. You were still amazed at the lack of care the investigators had shown with the establishment.

When you hear footsteps in the corridor and Michael's voice calling your name accompanied by some complaints about the smell in the bathroom, you immediately close the door to the scooping room and practically run through the auditorium, taking care not to bump into anything and cause a loud sound that would attract Michael's attention. "Y/n, let's close up and leave, I can't stand that stink any longer, tomorrow I'll bring a gas mask to keep cleaning the bathroom," Michael says, as he walks towards Ballora's gallery, but quickly notices that you are no longer there. "Y/n?" Michael says louder, wanting to hear an answer from you before he turns this establishment upside down, creating more chaos than the policemen left behind.

"I'm here," you reply as you run down the corridors to meet Michael. "Where did you go? Finished with the boxes?" the man asks as soon as he sees you running towards him, his hood hiding the frown of concern that has formed on his eyebrows. "I went to have a look in the auditorium, but I came running when I heard your call," you explain, placing your hand on the old walls of the corridor, trying to calm your breathing. Well, it wasn't entirely a lie, but you still felt bad about lying in front of Michael, especially about a subject he clearly felt strongly about.

"Hm, you could have told me," Michael replied, crossing his arms, "It's okay, next time, just let me know before you go to the auditorium, I don't like the thought of you alone in that place," the man explained, his husky voice filling your ears with a tone of distress.

"It's okay, Michael," you responded, smiling awkwardly due to the shortness of breath you were still feeling. "Let's go, you need a shower," your attempts to calm your breathing allowed you to inhale deeply of the reek that covered the man at that moment. Honestly, you were relieved that he had offered to clean the bathroom, you wouldn't put up with that smell for a second before vomiting.

"Wow, look what a gentleman gets for cleaning the bathroom for a girl," Michael imitates a sad voice, "Get used to the smell, doll, you'll have to cling to me on the bike on the way home," the man adds, letting out a small laugh while your face contorts into a disgusted expression. "Honestly, I'd rather walk," you admit to the man in front of you, who, upon hearing your statement, lets out another laugh, this time more sincere and louder than the first.

"I'll walk with you then," Michael starts heading towards the auditorium, moving past you, while your figure is still leaning against the same wall, trying to rest your body from the effort you've exerted today. "I'm going to lock the rooms, wait for me here so we can head down together," he said, stroking your hair gently as he came across your clumsy figure, still leaning against the wall. Your gaze was on the floor, giving Michael free access to run his fingers through the strands of your hair, which were shiny with sweat and a little messy. For Michael, it was another reminder that your body was alive, your body was warm, sweating and flushed red, unlike the cold, purple fingers of the dead man.

You nod positively at him, feeling the touch of careful fingers in your hair go away, accompanied by the sound of Michael's footsteps once again echoing through the corridors. The wall was strangely comfortable for you, so as Michael had asked, you didn't move, letting your whole body lean against the wall as you waited for Michael to return and leave.

The man does his task quickly, locking all the rooms that had been opened in the investigation and checking if the ones that remained locked were properly closed. Arriving at the auditorium, Michael moves in hurried steps towards the door that was so familiar from his nightmares. Now he and Noah shared the same place of death. No matter how much his steps faltered or how much his dead heart screamed at him to get away from that door, he always checked to see if it was closed. It seemed that his soul recognized the place, as all the organs that were no longer active in his lifeless body twitched and writhed in pain. Michael unconsciously raised his hand to protect his abdomen, an unnecessary and useless action for his current situation. His stomach had already been ripped open, all his organs had already been expelled onto the floor, Michael's survival instinct had nothing left to protect.

Even though his hand was shaking, he reached out for the handle, which, to make matters worse for Michael, was open. At that moment, the fear ceased, the feeling of rage and revenge taking over Michael's entire body, already expecting to find Ennard behind that door. He couldn't risk leaving that door open, not with you here, not with your figure standing a few meters away from this room. The door swung open abruptly and violently, the dust that guarded the entrance flying everywhere given the room's lack of use.

There was no one there. Or rather, there was no animatronic. The room was dark, but Michael could draw this room with his eyes closed, he didn't need light, the memory that terrified him every night would help him navigate the room. The man wasn't stupid, he knew and had experience with the way animatronics hid, so he made a point of checking every corner or square meter of the small space. Michael felt his soul almost jump out of his body once again as he stood inside the Scooper Room, recognizing that it was here that he had lost his life, it was in this small space that Michael didn't see the light, Michael didn't hear, see or feel anything for the first time in his life. At least, he couldn't feel anything after he felt the large piece of metal puncture his stomach. He couldn't hear anything after his ear almost bled from his own screams. Ennard was the last vision he had.

Ennard wasn't here. Michael felt selfish for being relieved, at least, he didn't want to imagine how he would deal with knowing that Ennard was in the establishment at the same time as you were. However, that meant it was somewhere else, loose on the streets of this city in search of a corpse to dress, just as he had done with Michael.

The man quickly closes the door, locking it before going to meet you.

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☥ Bunny meat (William Afton x fem!reader x Michael Afton)

Summary: He was a likeable middle-aged man who had wonderful children, his dream job and a beautiful wife. He never blamed himself for his own actions, or to be more exact, he never thought about their consequences.

author notes: thank u so much guys for supporting my story, means a lot to me! <3 have some Michael in this chap, we get closer to some spicy things :)

tags: darkfic, unhealthy relationship, angst, smut with plot, p in v, dubcon, oral sex, rough and gentle sex, daddy kink, blood play, knife play, fear play, hurt/comfort, violence, gore/murders, child abuse, follows fnaf lore, moral and physical abuse, virginity kink, anxiety disorder, age gap, daddy issues, unreliable narrator, hallucinations, hidden pairing, William is sick, psychopathy, unhealthy narcissism

Chapter 4

Chapter 3. Carelessness

“But isn't Mrs. Afton waiting for you at home?” you asked awkwardly, swaying from one foot to the other.

“I warned her that I would be late,” he went into the kitchen of the house, looking around. “she's used to it.”

What's wrong with him? Why is he so cold towards his own wife?

“As i understand, after the death of your father, your mother still found a job?” he asked, brazenly sitting down at the table, as if it was his house. “I always knew she was a strong woman.”

You nodded nervously and smiled, still standing in the hallway. You wanted to show your hospitality, as your mother raised you, but for some reason you movements were hampered by annoying anxiety. In fact, you were also terribly tired after a such evening, but somehow you didn't want to leave Afton alone, and besides, that's not how your mother taught you, you need to show politeness.

“Maybe tea?” you blurted out.

William immediately turned his head at you, surprised at such cute initiative.

“I wouldn't mind.” overcoming fear, you went into the kitchen, pouring water into the kettle. You put it on the stove. Time passed agonizingly long, the silence between the two of you was horrible. “How are you doing with school? How are the exams?”

“Everything's fine, I passed the exams perfectly.” finally the kettle boiled. “What kind of tea will you have?”

“Green, please.” you nodded and put the tea to brew. When everything was ready, you served a hot drink on the table, sitting down opposite Afton. He continued to ask questions related to your studies and further plans for the future. To some extent, you were grateful to him, his voice, questions, moralizing about the future, all this helped to distract from unnecessary thoughts. “You know, Y/n… you are a very beautiful girl.”

“Thank you, Mr. Afton.” hot tea scalded your throat, just like his words.

“No need for such formalities. Just call me William.” Afton smiled slightly, getting up from the table, heading in your direction. You don't know what drove you, but all the fear and anxiety were replaced by curiosity about his next actions, maybe it was alcohol you drank at your bday? “It's so nice to see how you turned from a cute little girl into a beautiful young lady.” the kitchen became stuffy, unbearably hot. You felt dizzy, but not because of the high temperature of the air, no. Because of his compliments. “Such… Silky hair, delicate features…”

His words don't cause disgust or antipathy, on the contrary — you want him to continue praising you. You want to lose myself in this gentle flattery.

“I appreciate your words.” you answered timidly, getting up from the table and going to the sink. William was standing next to you all this time, leaning on the kitchen counter, watching you wash the mugs.

“Surprises don't end there.” he purred, already behind your back. His voice sent goosebumps all over your body. “I wanted to give you this one personally.” with these words, he put a cute necklace on your neck.

…

Around five in the morning, Mr. Afton returned to his house. Getting out of the car, he looked at the seat where you was sitting and smiled.

Mrs. Afton was in the living room, she was sitting on the couch watching TV, the woman's eyes were sleepy, and she herself was falling into a doze. From the sound of the open front door, she instantly cheered up and went out into the hallway to her husband.

“Hi, you're a little late this time.” Clara spoke.

“Sorry,” he muttered, not even looking at her. He walked into the living room, falling wearily onto the sofa. “just some problems with animatronics.”

The blonde woman sat down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Michael and Elizabeth are sleeping…” she whispered softly, looking up at her husband. William put his arm around her, his gaze going somewhere past the TV. The woman's arms wrapped around his neck and she reached out for a kiss. Afton behaved insensitively, doing almost nothing in response and showing no initiative. Clara pulled away, her lips going down to the man's chin and neck.

“Clara, not now.” he was off and rude, Afton removed his wife's hands from his neck and got up from the sofa. “I'm going to rest, I'm pretty exhausted, it's been a long day.” he said dryly and disappeared from her field of vision.

…

July 16.

Finally, you and Michael got to hang out. However, Elizabeth wanted to go with you too, she tearfully asked her brother to take her with him. Gritting his teeth, he did it, otherwise he would have received a scolding from his mother.

“Y/n, did you bring a swimsuit?” Michael asked, spreading a blanket on the bank of the river.

“Mmm… no, you didn't say we were going to swim.” you answered, taking out some fruits and a bottle of orange juice from your backpack.

“Well, that's even better.” Michael grinned, you only rolled your eyes at him. Yeah, now it's clear why they say that girls are smarter than boys.

You sat down next to the river, enjoying the beauty around. The singing of birds and buzzing of bees, boundless blue sky, bright sun and green forest nearby created an incredibly cozy atmosphere. You lay on your stomach, trying to finish reading your favorite book, while Michael was telling you about his adventures again. You and him are absolute opposites. He is a sunny, active, curious guy, who loves to skip school and cheat on school tests. And you're a quiet, shadow girl who always gets A's. But something about this guy interested you, no, it wasn't a crush, but he was always so lively, so positive that it couldn't help but cause a smile.

Elizabeth was somewhere nearby, playing in the water.

Michael called your name, but it looks like you were too immersed in the plot of the story.

“Hey!” he playfully took the book away from you, showing you his tongue in a teasing manner. “Give it back!”

“Catch me!” with a laugh, he rushed away to the river.

Michael had nothing to lose, because he wasn't interested in such a hobby as reading, and he was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, and it was so hot outside that his clothes would have dried in literally an hour.

“Michael, give me the book!”

“And where is the magic word?” he kept teasing you.

You got angry when you realized that you could play with him like that for an eternity, and it wouldn't do any good. Michael was already knee-deep in water, you took off your sneakers, throwing them and socks somewhere to the side. A little more, and you will take away your book, but at some point everything went wrong, the bottom of the river was slippery because of the clay, you couldn't stand on your feet as you fell into the water. The whole situation was so absurd that it didn't cause anger, but on the contrary — laughter and fun. You pulled Michael's leg, and he fell into the water after you. Elizabeth laughed watching you.

Teenage foolishness knows no bounds, you and Michael were carelessly splashing in warm water. You completely forgot about the raw book that was floating somewhere on the surface next to you.

“Mikey, it's getting dark, I'm cold.”

All wet, cold, but happy, you were sitting on a blanket, enjoying a bright summer sunset. The sun was sinking smoothly below the horizon, dusk was approaching.

“Take my hoodie,” Michael took clothes out of his backpack, handing them to Elizabeth. “Y/n, and what time do you need to be home?”

“I don't know, but definitely not by one o'clock in the morning.” you laughed, Michael jokingly pushed you in the shoulder. “What are your plans for the rest of the summer?”

“Spend it with you, of course.” he giggled, but when he saw your serious look, he froze. “Oh, well, actually none. Only to help father in the pizzeria…”

You sighed, watching the last warm rays of the sun. With the onset of darkness, the wind and cold came. You hugged your shoulders to keep warm.

Michael's gaze by accident fell on the halo of your nipples, which hardened from the cold air. He blushed, scolding himself for his own stupid thoughts, but his hormones are boiling like mad.

“Y/n, I …” Michael began, but immediately regretted, because of the embarrassment his voice sounded so ridiculous. He moved closer to you. Elizabeth was snoring sweetly, wrapped up in his hoodie. “I wanted to say that…”

“Michael? Henry told me you were at the pizzeria with him.”

Michael's eyes widened with fear, Elizabeth instantly woke up, turning her head to her father. Afton was standing right behind you with his hands on his hips. How could you not hear the sounds of his footsteps and car?

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