#oc: nellie duchesne

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Little bit of story for my TOW character, Captain Alex Hawthorne Wash Belmont of the Unreliable!

Nellie belongs to @merrowench and this is technically an AU.

When I awoke from cryostasis aboard the Hope, I didn’t think things would be as they are.

From what I’ve been able to gather, the Hope was lost to the stars. To Halcyon we didn’t exist, we were a myth, a rumour, an old legend. 70 years have passed and I find myself in a world I don’t yet understand, and… I find myself in this world alone.

Sure I’m not actually alone. I have Parvati and Max, Felix and Ellie, SAM and Nyoka. I’ve got ADA, too, and I’ve made friends with a lot of people. But I came to Halcyon with someone, trying to make a better life for myself, we both were.

I don’t know if I trust Dr. Welles. But he’s the only hope I’ve got to actually make the better life our parents wanted for me, for US.

Nellie is still aboard the Hope. Locked in eternal sleep. And she will be if I can’t free her, if I can’t help Dr. Welles with getting more chemicals. I survived the defrost, surely she will too, Nellie’s always been much stronger than me.

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I miss her.

I’m lost without her.

Nellie always knew what to do. I don’t. I only knew I wanted to be a doctor or some kind of engineer, I’m good at that sort of stuff. I don’t know what to do here. I’m not Wash Belmont out here, I’m the Stranger, a lost soul in a corrupted Halcyon and I’m scared.

I just… hope I can help those on the Hope soon. I don’t want to be alone anymore.

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Wash shakily saved the log on the terminal—his terminal, though once it had belonged to one Captain Alex Hawthorne—as the tears streamed down his freckled cheeks. He looked out of the windows, searching the stars for the Hope, for his sister. She was still there, still aboard that ship, 70 years on and locked in cryostasis… and he wished he had the way to help her. But he didn’t.

He got to his feet and pushed his chair away, leaving the Captain’s quarters and heading up to the kitchen. He needed some food, he’d forgotten to eat for a little while. But he stopped at the door of the kitchen and listened to Ellie pestering the good Vicar, listened to SAM putting about and cleaning, listened to Nyoka go on and on about her adventures and hunts to the entranced Felix. Parvati was there, but she was quietly talking to Junlei on her datapad.

As he stepped in a silence descended upon everyone, and they looked over. Felix’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something, but Parvati beat him to it. “Captain?” Her voice was soft, careful. Wash wondered why until she got up and approached him with a rag, dabbing at his face with it. “Are you alright?”

“Yes. No. Maybe.” He swallowed. “I’ve… just been thinking about the Hope.”

“You mean that old rumour? The abandoned colonists—”

Felix’s words were like a hot knife sinking into Wash’s stomach, even if there was no intention of that. He couldn’t stop the tears from welling in his eyes and running down his cheeks, cutting through the grime on them. A lump swelled in his throat as he tried to choke something, anything, out, but all he could release was a broken sob. Felix winced as he realised what he’d done—“Hey, Boss…”—but Wash covered his face with his hands.

Parvati looked at the others, stunned silent by this. Their Captain… they’d never seen him cry. He’d always had a gentle, warm smile on his face, always been willing to help, always seemed well put-together. She didn’t know how to help, but she… she had to try. Wash had helped her so much already…

He felt arms around him, awkwardly, but he leaned into Parvati and pressed his head to her shoulder, wrapping his own arms around her squeezing his eyes shut. “It’s okay, Captain,” she tried to soothe. Even if she didn’t understand what was going on with Wash… he was a good friend, almost like a brother to her. And he needed her help, He needed all their help.

#the outer worlds #tow #the stranger #the unplanned variable #captain of the unreliable #oc: wash belmont #sai writes #word barf #drabble #oc: nellie duchesne #nellie belongs to my sister who let me use her for the purposes of this AU #bc... nellie is also her TOW character sjsjsjsj #thanks merrow <3

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so this binch just finished TOW and i have feelings so here’s a writing

nellie belongs to @merrowench

Wash Belmont swallowed as he saw the Hope’s colonists leaving their cryochambers, his heart a lump in his throat. Around him, the Unreliable’s crew watched the colonists become acquainted with their new world, with Phineas and Zora, Sanjar and Reed… but so far, Wash hadn’t seen the one person he’d been desperate to see this whole time.

He trembled as the last of the colonists began to emerge, and his heart sank into the pit of his stomach. Where was she? Surely she hadn’t been the only one to die… right? But he couldn’t see her, hadn’t seen her, he’d been watching all the colonists, greeting them, soothing those who had worries…

“Captain, who are you looking for?” Parvati’s question made him look over at her, and he saw the concern written on everyone’s faces, even Ellie’s though only barely. “The last of the colonists is on their way out.”

“I… I just…”

“Gah!”

The sound distracted them all, and many colonists looked over as a woman stepped out. Her pink hair, tied into a high bun, stood out like a sore thumb and her bright green eyes were annoyed. “You’re telling me I was asleep for longer than anticipated?!”

“Well, yes,” came the voice of the colonist beside her. “But we’re all saved now! And Captain Belmont can tell us about Halcyon, he’s been here—”

“Captain Belmont?” The woman’s eyes widened. “As in… Wash Belmont, who was on the Hope, frozen alongside the rest of us?”

“Yes.” This didn’t come from the colonist. The woman looked up as Wash tentatively approached, his grey eyes wide and filled with tears… and her breath caught in her throat before she sprinted over and threw herself at him.

“WASH!!!” She near crushed him in her embrace, not caring for the fact his new armour pointed and poked her. “YOU’RE ALIVE!!”

“As are you,” Wash sobbed into her shoulder as he returned the tight hug. “I… I thought… I thought I’d never see you again.” He pulled away from her, tears cutting through the grime on his cheeks, a torn smile gracing his lips as he looked into her eyes. “You have no idea how glad I am I could see you again. It’s… been hard.”

“The others tell me you’ve been awake… God, Wash, are you okay?” She looked over to see the Unreliable standing there, watching intently, and her expression softened. “You’ve found people. Good. Good… I’d hate for you to be alone out there.”

He looked back at them, and nodded. “Yeah. They’re my friends. They’re the reason I was able to keep going, to bring Hope to Halcyon… to bring you all back.” He looked at his sister, exhaling. “But they can’t replace you, Nellie. I’ve missed you, sorely. I… I really have. You’ve always been the tougher one.”

“Guess I’m not anymore,” she joked. “And now, guess I’m the one who’s gonna have to rely on you. You better not lemme down, little brother.”

“I’m older than you.”

She stopped, the gears in her head spinning, and her eyes widened as Wash gave her a cheeky grin.

#the outer worlds #tow #the unplanned variable #the stranger #oc: wash belmont #oc: nellie duchesne #sai writes #word barf #merrowench #drabble #reblog if you like it and leave some comments in the tags! <3

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What is this? Who knows, not me, but it was inspired by @merrowench and the fact her OC Nellie initially hated our beloved Crispy Asshole.

The canyon was surprisingly beautiful. The ochre-coloured rock walls towered above the tribals, cut through with a wide river. Nellie was trying to avoid the bear traps she could only just see as Follows-Chalk led her along, towards the cave where he said their war chief was.

She thanked him as they stopped at the cave’s mouth, taking a deep breath as she stepped inside. She had seen the art on the rocks, of the man with fierce bloody eyes and bandages masking every feature. There was an anger roiling in her heart and she tried to contain it as the darkness of the cave overcame her, briefly. But it threatened to break loose as she stepped into the chamber the Dead Horses’ war chief resided in.

The rhythmic sound of Joshua Graham checking and arming each gun filled the air. Nellie clenched her fists as the man did not look up, but she knew he knew she was standing there. He waited for her to speak first, and the words fell out before she could stop herself: “You bastard!”

The .45 pistol was set on the table, and Graham lifted his head, his pale blue eyes filled with a strange sort of calm rage. Rage not at her, but at others. She didn’t care.

Hefting her gun, she armed it and snapped, “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t shoot you, Malpais Legate! Give me one damn good reason--”

“Because if you shoot me, Caesar’s grip over the White Legs will tighten, and you will have one more force to contend with when you inevitably battle for Hoover Dam.”

Her hands shook as the words sunk in, and she bared her teeth before lowering the rifle. But that anger flooded her vision, sunk its murky claws into her heart. “Fine, Graham. But one wrong move and you’ll wish the fire that scarred you had killed you.”

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fonv #nv #new vegas #courier six #lone wanderer #oc: nellie duchesne #joshua graham #malpais legate #the burned man #honest hearts #sai writes #merrowench #gift writes #word barf #drabble #canon? what's that #i diverted so hard

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@merrowench is feeling shoddy today so here, have this in between my commission.

Arden ran her fingers through her hair, huffing as she tried to get the tangles out of it. It was hard without a mirror, but while running a job she didn't always have the luxuries those in the settlements took for granted. But she had to work with her fellow Couriers every so often, and at least...

She looked over as she heard footsteps crunching on gravel, and a grin spread across her face as flaming orange hair appeared in her sight. Green eyes met her own blue eyes and a light appeared in them. Arden bounced over. "Nellie! How good it is to see you again!" she beamed, throwing her arms around the other woman and squeezing her. Nellie laughed behind her ventilator and returned the hug, relying on Arden's hardiness to not pop her.

The pair stepped back as Nellie said, "Can't say I much like the NCR, but that beret looks good on you."

Arden rolled her shoulders and led her fellow courier over to the small fire she'd made. "I don't have it in me to take over the Strip myself. I don't like House, he's creepy, and the Legion..." Her fists clenched, a brief rage spreading across her face, gone as quickly as it came. "And I'm trying to get the NCR to change, but it's not going well."

Nellie sat down and set her pack down, taking a breath. "You're trying. It's a lot even to try." She noticed the ring on Arden's finger. "Ooh, you're married?"

She beamed and held it out. "Yup yup! And I have a daughter, you'll have to meet her one day!"

"I might have to indeed," she laughed. "I'd say you should meet my baby, but... well..." She scratched the back of her head, sheepishly giggling, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Knowing you, it's a damn Deathclaw."

"...Yeah..."

"Damn it, Nellie!" Arden laughed, and the pair talked more about it. They talked long into the night, and when morning came they moved out to do their jobs.

#sai writes #word barf #fallout #fallout new vegas #oc: arden grace #oc: nellie duchesne #courier six #couriers #i love these two #courier buddies #not my oc #merrowench #i love you sis

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For my lovely sister, @merrowench 💜🖤❤️💚💛🧡💙

The anger rose like an uncontrollable fire in Nellie's heart as she listened to the radio. So many dead, many more being killed, and she was sitting in Zion doing nothing to stop it. She may have been changed by the horrors of the Wastelands Capital and Mojave, she may have lost a leg to the floor with teeth, but she would be DAMNED if she didn't go and help these people.

She cast her eyes to the sleeping form of her partner. His back was turned to her, and his breathing was soft. She stood and crept out of the cave, wincing as the rustling of her coat sounded far too loud to her. The respirator didn't help, either, it was always slightly noisier than her breathing should have been. But she managed to leave without alerting or waking Joshua. As much as she cared for him, as much as she knew he would want to come, if the Legion found him alive...

She shook her head and tried not to think about it as she made her way to the exit of the canyon. It was a long trek for someone with a prosthetic leg, but she managed it. Yet as she went to leave the canyon, satisfied she hadn't been followed, a hand wrapped around her bicep and she cursed, "God damn it."

"Please do not use the Lord's name in vain," came the reply she'd been expecting the moment the words had left her lips. She gave a sigh before turning around to face the missionary, wincing as she noticed the almost-disapproval in his eyes. "Where are you going?"

"Back to the Mojave. I'm sick of Legion offshoots still trying to do Caesar's horrible bloody work!" She looked away, clenching her fists. "I have to stop them."

"Then I'm coming."

Her eyes widened. "Joshua, even if Caesar's gone--"

"You are not going without me. I do not want to lose you."

The words took her by surprise, and made tears prickle the corners of her eyes. She blinked them away, and gave a determined nod. "Alright... but you're not allowed to die, you hear me?"

#fallout #fallout new vegas #honest hearts #zion #joshua graham #oc: nellie duchesne #courier six #lone wanderer #fallout 3 #bc technically shes from there #fuck the canon lol #sai writes #word barf #gift writes #merrowench #not my oc #love you sis

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Nellie, upon walking into the Remnants bunker and seeing the Vertibird with the Enclave symbol on it:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ag1o3koTLWM

#I laughed so fucking hard at that #if you dont know nellie please go check out merrowench's blog and ask about her #ask why this is funny #fallout nv #fallout new vegas #oc: nellie duchesne #not my oc #merrowench

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This is for @merrowench. Please forgive me if I accidentally mischaracterise Joshua, I’m still learning about his personality and how he acts. And it’s going to be short and sweet.

Zion was beautiful, in the sunset. For one, it was a peaceful time. He sat cross-legged outside of his cave, watching the sky change colour and listening to the sound of boots crunching behind him. He did not turn his head as Nellie sat silently beside him. The sound of her ventilator working soothed him. “Nellie.”

“Joshua.” She set her rifle down. That was all they said; words between them never needed to be spoken. Instead, Nellie laid her hand on the dirt and Joshua’s rested over hers. And they sat in the waning sunlight, watching as the stars began to peer through the darkening skies, revelling in the quiet piece of the other person.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #joshua graham #honest hearts #i think that's the dlc hes in anyway #oc: nellie duchesne #not my oc #merrowench #sai writes #word barf #im sorry its so short but #not knowing joshua and the events/lore around him too well makes it hard

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50 Years On, and You’re Still the Same as You’ve Ever Been

Noelia ‘Nellie’ Duchesne should have been dead.

She was well aware of that fact. She’d had a good fifty years to come to terms with her ‘death’ and subsequent ‘revival’… if you could even call it that. Because she wasn’t sure if she’d died or if she’d just been… suspended in some sort of half-life.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Nellie studied her face. It was deathly pale, no pink to her cheeks unless she put rouge or blush on. There was a slight grey pallor to her. Her eyes were sunken and dark bags were perpetual underneath them, and if the light caught her irises right, there was an unnatural glow there. Most people didn’t notice it… mostly because most people didn’t take a picture of her, and everyone in town avoided her. Called her a monster, a freak.

The people who were most unkind were those who’d been her age all that time ago, the older folk of the town. She’d stayed in her youthful body while their skin had become wrinkled and weathered, and her hair was still bright while theirs was colourless and grey. Their kids and grandchildren didn’t understand the elders’ disgust and borderline fear towards Nellie, but they avoided her all the same…

It made for a lonely existence.

The only company the woman had? The slumped-over shell of an animatronic bear she’d picked up at an old junkyard.

White and mauve, missing a hand, his icy blue eyes staring wide-eyed into nothingness, the bear was familiar to her. She wouldn’t exactly call him a friend anymore, but once upon a time, there’d been something between them that she wouldn’t have thought possible. Back in the 80s, he’d been a top-of-the-line animatronic performer for Afton Robotics, but… he was still a product of his time. So the fact he’d been so human—

Nellie shook her head and clapped her hands against her cheeks. “Bah!”

She pulled away from the mirror and headed down to the garage, flicking the light on as she entered. The room illuminated, revealing her tools nearly sorted on the wall, a few toolboxes, and… the bear’s metal hull sitting on a workbench against the opposite wall. It was him that she approached, her brows furrowed as she reached out and touched his chest, near the speaker.

He failed to respond, like always. It was terribly difficult with this one, had been since she’d been a technician at Circus Baby’s all those years ago.

Funtime Freddy had always been a temperamental one.

Nellie couldn’t blame him for being so… violent. He had been trapped in a situation where he was merely used as a farm for Remnant… he’d been experimented on by his own creator using Remnant and Agony to try and give him sentience… he’d been scooped and shocked and hurt over and over and over again…

It kind of hurt her to just see him sitting here, inactive, likely forever. Connected as he was to power, he should have awoken by now, but…

Or was he just playing a game with her? He liked his games of hide-and-go-seek. She remembered them with only some fondness.

She didn’t ask him, not aloud, instead carefully wiggling his power cable to make sure it was working correctly before standing in front of him. She’d done everything she could possibly do to make sure he came back to life… came back to her… but… “Why won’t you work anymore, big guy…?”

There came no response. No movement of those lifeless eyes.

She sighed, poked his nose so it squeaked, and sighed again. At least something—

“Eh-eheh-hehe.”

Nellie recoiled, grabbing her wrench, as the giggling continued to grow louder, and slightly more deranged. The animatronic’s ice-coloured eyes light up, and he lifted his head from his slumped position, shifting his faceplates in a way that briefly exposed parts of his sophisticated endoskeleton. And he immediately focused on her.

“H-Hello, birthday gi-irl~!” His tone was singsong but his eyes glittered with killing intent as he stood. She stepped back in time with him stepping forward, his right arm sticking into the air to hold up the puppet that was usually there, but was gone now. He hadn’t even noticed…

“Freddy—”

He lunged for her, opening his faceplates as he did. Nellie gasped and jumped to the side, the old wound on her stomach pulling and making her stumble as pain seared through her body. Funtime Freddy jerked before he reached where she’d been, the power cord locked into his back stopping him from moving too far from the bench. He looked at her, closing his faceplates, looked back at the power cord, then returned his gaze to her. “Ooh, you na-aughty little sn-neak~! You kn-new I was pla-aying~!”

Trying to catch her breath, Nellie put a hand on her chest. Her heart was racing. “…you’ve been aware this whole time, haven’t you?”

“I ha-have~!” He hummed. “Waiting f-for the per-perfect oppo-ortunity~!” His eyes never left her, even as she inched towards the door. “Oh, bu-but you can’t l-leave yet, cu-cupcake~!”

“Suck my dick!” she scowled. “I’m not being trapped in here with a deranged—”

“You don’t g-get a cho-oice~!” He moved before she could, planting himself in front of the door that led to the house. Nellie had made sure the garage door couldn’t be opened manually years ago… and woefully, she’d left her keys in the house.

He’d just locked them into a stalemate, and he was aware of it. That twisted grin never left his face—not like it could, his faceplates were set to a smile as a default—and a shiver made its way down Nellie’s spin. She needed to get out of here somehow…

“…please move,” she tried.

“No-ope~!” He stepped closer to her, the power cable tugging on his back. “Y-You’re na-aughty~!”

“How?” she asked, swallowing past the lump in her throat. She was lying to herself if she said she wasn’t afraid. Even though they’d been… close, once… he was still so dangerous…

“Y-You wo-orked on me~! You kn-now I don’t li-ike mainten-nance!” His eyes flashed briefly red. Nellie shuddered as she saw it.

“I just wanted to help you—”

“I’m su-urprised you’re still alive~!”

Her blood ran cold, and she stared at him, her mouth dry. He did remember what he’d—they’d—done to her! Her hand went to her stomach, and his lower jaws fell open in a twisted grin, the sharp teeth of his endoskeleton jaw catching the light.

“Ye-es, I reme-member~!” He took another step closer, ignoring the power cable. “I rem-member… you us-used to be so ni-ice…” His eyes flashed red again, and Nellie felt the EVIL. “Y-You used to a-ask if you co-ould work on me!”

“I would have if I’d known you were active—”

“I do-don’t trust you!” He lurched at her again, stopping millimetres from her due to the cable. She yelped, her eyes wide as his ‘breath’ was hot on her face. “A-And you be-etter have a good re-eason for m-me to not kill you, cu-cupcake~!”

“I could have just left you in that junkyard!”

He stopped, his eyelids clicking when he blinked. Nellie’s face was red with rage, but her eyes were wet with tears.

“I had every right to, as well!” she choked out. “You and those other bastards, you deserved to rot and rust in Hell for what you did to me! And what you probably did to others!” A sob bubbled up from deep within her chest, and she forced it down. “And yet here I am, still trying to fix you up!”

Funtime Freddy studied her, then stepped back, his foot thudding on the ground. He was quiet as he deliberated, then he turned his head. “Bon-Bon, what do you—” His optics widened as he didn’t see the blue little bunny attached to his right hand. And… “B… Bo… Bon-Bon…”

Nellie stepped over, noticing the pain in his voice. “I’m sorry, big guy. Bon-Bon wasn’t with you when I found you.” She was still scared to death, and putting herself this close… she was risking everything, if he snapped on her. “I tried to look for him, back at the old Rental, but…”

He hugged his arm close to his chest, stepping away from her again. Just like that, his murderous intentions were gone, and… he plopped back down on the workbench.

If he could cry, she was certain he would be. “B…Bon-Bon…”

Freddy… She reached out and touched his arm, her touch soft like a feather, but only because if she needed to, she could retract her hand fast. “Freddy…?”

There came no response. She sighed and put her hand down, then walked over to the door, to leave. He did not track her movements, nor did he react when she said, “I’m gonna leave the light on for you, ‘kay…?”

He only looked over when the door closed and locked behind her.

***

She awoke to clattering, somewhere within the house. Her heart stopped in her chest, and she sat bolt upright, flinging the sheets off her as she jumped up. If someone was in her house, if Freddy detected that person and managed to get his power cable off…

She swallowed as she rushed out of the room, sprinting towards the kitchen, skidding to a stop when humming caught her ear. A tune she’d heard from a few Fazbear animatronics back in her day, one that was more associated with the original Freddy Fazbear: Toreador March. Well, that did serve to answer one question Nellie had always had…

Knowing by now he’d likely heard her, she crept into the kitchen and peered around the doorframe. Her eyes widened, and she slowly looked up to the roof, swallowing.

“Freddy.”

The white and pink metal bear turned to her, his icy eyes glittering. “H-Hello there~!” he sang, Toreador March’s tune still playing through the speaker on his chest. The power cable, still locked into place, dangled from his back and occasionally sparked. He must have ripped it out of the wall, but that wasn’t exactly Nellie’s concern right now.

“Freddy, why the fuck is there cake on the ROOF?!”

“…I tried to ma-ake you a ca-ake~!”

“You shouldn’t even be… be up here!” she hissed as she hurried over. “Did you rip yourself free from the wall?! Do you know how much damage you could have caused?! You could have given yourself a shock—”

His hand wrapped around her throat, and he slammed her against the wall. “D-Don’t you da-are give me a sho-o-ock!”

His fingers were digging into her throat, and she grabbed his wrist, kicking her legs out. Her blows were barely felt. “I… didn’t… say I… was going… to—”

She hit the ground, the wind rushing out of her. The woman couldn’t help but cough as she put a hand to her throat, the area throbbing as she touched it. He stared down at her, his eyes cold and angry, as she tried to recover.

Nellie pushed herself to her feet, still coughing as she glared right at him. “You suck at listening!”

“Oh pl-lease—”

“You ha-haven’t changed from 50 years ago!” She jabbed her finger against his speaker, and he blinked at her, looking down at it. “You’re still just a temperamental toddler!” And yet… the anger she felt at being attacked again was dying down. Removing her finger, she adjusted her top, her throat burning every time she took a breath. “…I can’t even blame you. With everything that happened…”

He watched her as she moved behind him. Before he could turn to confront her, Nellie’s hands unlocked the damage power cable. It fell to the ground, deactivated, and Nellie stepped away from him.

“There. Now no shocks. Promise.”

“…N-No scoops, either?”

“No scoops. I don’t even have a scooper that would work on you.”

He squinted. But at least this time he didn’t attack her, although she didn’t miss the fact that his faceplates shifted, opening very slightly to reveal the sophisticated endoskeleton underneath.

Nellie coughed again, and looked around at the cake batter everywhere. “Okay, big guy. How about I clean this kitchen up, and then I help you make a cake?” Her distraction worked, and the animatronic bear’s murderous intent vanished as he clapped with delight.

***

Animatronics weren’t supposed to dream.

Was this a dream, he wondered? Or was this him just replaying a memory he’d been unable to delete from his processor as he ‘slept’? He couldn’t really sleep; he could only close his eyes and mimic the act. And yet… the experiments the Creator had subjected him to, injecting him with Remnant, and then the Agony seeping from Circus Baby—

He was sitting back in the Breaker Room of Circus Baby’s Entertainment and Rental. He hadn’t been there in so long, not since he and Ballora and Foxy and Baby had escaped all together in the amalgam Ennard. He remembered… how dark and cold it had been down there. How Nellie and then Eggs had come to fix everything up. How Nellie had been the kind one to him, always asking if she could fix him. How she’d been the first to be scooped when they’d tried to escape the first time, but she’d gotten away, and they’d not been able to escape because there was still four of them and not Ennard.

He curled up onto himself, sitting on the tiny stage he’d been given. The cables and wires of the Breaker Room scared him. There was so much electricity. He hugged Bon-Bon close to his chest, a whimper escaping him, hearing a smaller whine from the bunny puppet. They could see the electricity running through the damaged wires, Nellie hadn’t been able to fix them properly because he’d tried to kill her and he was so certain he’d succeeded and now they were going to be shocked—

His eyes snapped open as the electricity touched him, and he jerked, finding himself… alone. In a well-lit, small room with tools neatly hung and organised on the wall opposite him. He counted them all. Took note of them all, filed that information away. Then he saw… someone sleeping nearby, her pink hair escaping from her tight bun. He watched her intently, turning his head nearly 180 degrees.

She’s here.

He stood, not feeling the power cable tugging at him, but he didn’t move nearer to her. Something stopped him… and slowly, he sat back down, his hard metal shell lightly thunking against the workbench.

He didn’t get it.

Why was she… helping him? Keeping him safe? He… Once, he was sure he’d loved her. He didn’t really understand human emotions, but all the Remnant and Agony inside of him made him feel them, and he knew he’d loved her. But he’d still betrayed her, and he didn’t understand why she wasn’t angry and bitter.

Or maybe she was, and she could hide it?

He looked down at his hand and Bon-Bon attachment. He hadn’t wanted to betray her, but Baby had said they could be free if they could use a technician’s body. It was like all those kids he’d killed. He’d never wanted to do that; he’d been simply unable to control himself…

“Freddy…?”

He looked up as she said his name, and his eyelids clicked as he caught her looking at him, her eyes filled with sleep. He went to speak but his voicebox failed to work, and he put a hand to his throat as she pushed herself into a sitting position.

“Freddy, are you alright?”

He didn’t know what to say to her.

She wheeled herself over on her chair until she was sitting inches from him, leaning her elbows on her knees, raising an eyebrow. “Freddy… I know we… aren’t getting along right now, but… you can trust me…”

“It’s no-ot th-hat.”

“…it’s not?” she asked, her voice soft. “Then what is it?”

Tell her.

No, don’t! She hates you!

She doesn’t hate you. She’s still Nellie. She’s still the technician who used to ask you if she could repair you!

She HATES YOU!

SHE DOESN’T!

“Do yo-ou ha-ha-hate me?” he blurted.

Silence filled the garage. Nellie’s green eyes were wide, and she straightened. Her mouth opened and closed, but she didn’t seem to know what to say. Was she having a voicebox malfunction too? He didn’t know if humans worked like that.

A soft, warm hand touched his metal cheek, and he froze.

“Freddy.” The voice was barely a whisper, but he was still able to hear it. “Freddy, sweetheart… why would you ask me that…?” Was that a tremor?

“…because… I bet-t-trayed you—”

“You were desperate,” Nellie interrupted, putting a finger to his lips. “You and the others just wanted to escape from the pain, from the agony of what Afton was doing to you, forcing you to do… I can’t be angry at that. Maybe once upon a time, for a few years after… the scooping… I did hate you. But…”

She turned her head away. “I’ve had a lot of time to come to terms with what happened. To go through everything. To look at it from another perspective.” Her hand fell away from his cheek, and rested on his chest, over where a heart would be if he had one. “Honestly… if I had been in your situation, I probably would have scooped a couple of techies too.”

That made him giggle, but it was hardly happy. Instead… “We… we-e-ere close… once…”

“We were,” Nellie confirmed softly, keeping her hand on his chest. “But… you did betray me, and I can’t lie to you: I don’t trust you too much anymore. You can surely understand that?”

He could. His attempts to kill her recently surely hadn’t added to that.

He didn’t need to answer. She smiled, her eyes wet with tears. “But I never stopped loving you, Freddy.”

“H-Huh?!”

She removed her hand with her chest, booping his nose, which squeaked. “You’re still so special to me, and while I can’t really trust you, while I fear what you’re capable of… fifty years on, and you’re still the same as you’ve ever been.”

“…which is…?”

“My Freddy.”

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #funtime freddy #oc: noelia 'nellie' duchesne #merrowench #commission #sai writes #word barf #thank you for commissioning me! #this one's been a long time in the works because #life #but anyway! #this is my first fnaf piece and i'm happy it was for you!

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Fearless, Pt.3

John Seed hadn’t been expecting his brother to show up on his doorstep. And certainly not at 2am, with a crying baby and a scared teenager in tow. And DEFINITELY not by honking a truck horn loudly at the front door.

He groaned and rolled over, smushing his face into his pillows. “Who’s here at this damn hour…?”

His partner, a former deputy herself and the person who’d managed to shut down Eden’s Gate all the way back then, sat upright. She didn’t answer John as she got out of bed and fetched a baseball bat. “Fuckers better get outta here or I’ll smash ‘em!”

“It’s probably Jacob,” he mumbled as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Fucker needs to stop honking his horn.”

Nellie approached the window and looked out, only to get flashed by high beams. Jacob yelled, “COME DOWNSTAIRS!! NOW!!”

“I’M COMING, JESUS!!” John yelled at he appeared at the window.

“NOT FAST ENOUGH!” Jacob got out of the car and John saw his pistol on his leg. That was enough for him to race downstairs and yank the front door, only to barrel into his brother.

“OOF!”

Jacob grabbed his shoulders. “John, I need you to take care of Melina and Isabella.”

He blinked a few times, then looked behind him to see the two girls in the car, Melina’s fear all over her face. “Jacob, what’s going on?”

“Can I get the girls inside first?”

“Uh… yes.”

Jacob nodded and looked back at the truck. Melina jumped out, hugging Isabella close, and rushed inside as John pushed the door open. Then he looked back at his older brother, who was watching everything with hard eyes.

“Fucking hell, Jacob, you’re jittery. What is going on?”

“Joseph got Cass.”

The silence was cloying, and John looked back at Nellie, who had just stepped outside. “Nell. We have a situation.”

“I heard.” Her eyes were as fiery as her hair. “Jacob, inside. Get your thoughts together before you do anything stupid.”

He exhaled and followed John and Nellie inside. Melina was sitting on the couch, rocking Isabella, who was uncontrollably crying. Jacob sat beside them, putting an arm around Melina and pulling her close. She whimpered and curled into her father. “Daddy, I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. I won’t let you get hurt.” He stroked her hair. “It’s okay, Mel. We’ll all be okay.”

She nodded, sniffling, hugging Isabella closer and just taking solace in her dad’s strong presence.

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