#And to anyone wondering about old Willy he is the designated Punching bag of this AU. Have fun

[kingtrash-fox]

Here’s the prologue to the C&C Spiritual Inc Au (Official name)

Enjoy I guess

Boredom.

The feeling was…New in a way? She knew what the emotion was and obviously remembers being bored while she was alive what with playing with the same few toys as a kid waiting for something to happen.

And to say something happened is the understatement of the century. Upon her death the last one at that damned restaurant locked away in a suit she couldn’t move in. And for many years she laid and rot. At the very least she wasn’t alone. The son of her killer, Mr. Afton, was a scared alone child seemingly alone in there far longer than she was. It wasn’t until an event that the others called “The Happiest Day” was he finally able to move on. She stayed behind of course to keep tabs on William who refused to die.

“I wonder how he’s doing up there?” she pondered to herself watching her killer be torn to pieces for the 7,846,230th time.

“Can they see the world down here? I feel like they should especially how high they are.” She shifted a bit. “But could they see what I’ve done? Especially to Afton? Maybe…”

Silence fell not including the “animatronics” shuffling around and the screams from Afton. She pondered this feeling more. Perhaps not boredom but rather a yearning need to be…More. More than the spirit that kept a great evil contained. More than a hidden savior of the Pizzaplex. More than the Princess of the Game tearing apart the glitch with her golden bla-

“CASSIDY CAN YOU PLEASE OUT A NOISE DAMPENER ON HIS ROOM IM TRYING TO FISH!” She froze before realizing it was her…

“Guardian? Roommate? Parental Figure? Landlord? What can I call this guy outside of Mr Consequences? Eh I’ll figure it out later, for now I better mute the bastard.” With a wave of her arm in her spiritual form William quieted before going silent still screaming for Mike, Henry, hell even the devil to come and relieve him of this prison. “I should see if the old man wants some company”, she said turning to the red woods, the domain of the crocodile, “we could honestly both use it”.

The red woods or more known as the 4th Layer laid the home and lake of the mysterious creature known as Old Man Consequences. She found this world while harnessed to the husk that was her killer, in a game that the greedy executives at Fazbear Industries made called FNAF World for honestly for the sake of money but also a gateway. A gateway for things beyond mortal reach to make a connection and that day she looked within the digital code and went deep.

Their conversation was short but simple. All he asked was for her to rest to end this hunt but he could not convince her. Instead simply waiting for another chance . And upon Afton’s death and the beginning of the torment he contacted her again saying she should rest her souls for there would be nothing else.

And that’s when the virus struck infecting minds made with bits and pieces of Aftons husk, forcing the pair to act putting themselves into the Princess quest Games to find the source and eliminate all traces of the glitch. After that the pair came to an understanding and a realization. Even in death the monster would find a way to torment the land of the living. For fear of unleashing this evil unto hell the old man stopped trying to make her rest her soul but chose to keep an eye on her as a guardian of sorts.

She approached him at the docks slightly confused. “I’ve been here for a few years now why are the fish fleeing up now?” She looked towards the glowing lake in fascination

“Well at first it was just 50 entities, a ghost girl, and a horrible man, and with one search on the internet you have at least a small army of robots tormenting him from now till eternity” -Applying new bait to his hook he continued- “So excuse the fish for having to panic.”

“Well at last he’s silent…I wanted to ask you something” Sitting down she popped the question “I’m happy that Afton gets to suffer and that he can’t hurt anyone-but i feel like I should be doing more.” she began, “Like I can feel so much torment and fear going around and I could easily be doing more…do you think I should? Like what Charlie did with us but even more?”

Moments passed, with Cassidy wondering if she overstepped. What the pair had was good keeping him all locked up in this limbo occasionally fishing together in this lake. Maybe she should forget about it and go back to the torment nexus she made for one of the worst fathers in history. It’s what she chose after all!

As her mind whirled around with nerves the old man spoke up. “Well I don’t see anything wrong with that idea. No one has came for us holding Afton here yet and Charlie did keep the souls alive for years in the suits. You going around doing the same, hell we could even possibly classify this as “Guardian Angel” buisness. At the moment sky’s the limit” He reeled in a large tuna still wriggling. “Ooh rare fellow gonna eat well for a bit.” He got up taking the oversized fish with him. Cassidy followed hoping to continue this discussion with a sense of relief that he was onboard with this decision.

Upon reaching his cabin Cassidy was ready to explain this course of action. Her plan is she would search for locations with souls in pain or just general agony and she would find the person responsible or at least leave it better than when she found it. And the old man agreed…all except for one part.

“your gonna charge them?!” ,The croc exclaimed as he was chopping up the tuna, “You’re a ghost what would you need money for!?”

“Firstly I’m not gonna charge them money. I’m gonna request I siphon away some of the agony of the location to enhance the William Torture Nexus and give him no chance of escape.” She said it as if it was a completely normal sentence. As the ole croc kept staring she continued to explain. “And second I can’t really call myself a “Guardian Angel” cause I sure as hell ain’t getting into heaven cause of..” she waved her arm and the sound of William screaming filled the air, “That. Plus I feel like if I’m clearing the fury of other damned souls I better get some damn compensation!” She waved her arm again and William went silent again. After a pause she asked, “On a related note has William been getting louder?” ,she wasn’t particularly concerned for William’s sanity but concerned that Consequences would struggle to fish after the other conversation.

“Eh I’m used to it getting louder but he is really giving his lungs the works.” He threw a bit of tuna in his mouth as he spoke. “Heesh mosht likely ish starting to louse it”

Cassidy got a bit annoyed. “Can you maybe swallow please?” *gulp* “Thanks. Btw you’re still drooling a bit” she pointed to his scarlet maw and the small waterfall of spittle on it

Wiping off the drool (It was very good tuna even raw) he continued the original point at hand. “Still it feels selfish asking people to hand over anything for clearing out spiritual problems.”

“There are Tv shows dedicated to people hunting ‘ghosts’.” ,she replied rolling her eyes, “at least I’d be solving it for cheap, and hey sometimes agony can come from just a soul crushing work place. 2 in 1 Stress relief spiritual aid service! It’s brilliant!”

The crocodile could see a change in mood. Clearly she was thinking about this for much longer than he thought. However he was glad that Cassidy seemed passionate about this absurd plan. But hey anything to keep Afton locked up could be useful. In fact…

Making up his mind he asked his own question,“Why don’t I help? You have the Power to contain them and I have knowledge of many ghosts and such we could make spiritual bank. That is if you want help of course? I mean you are such a powerful spirit you might not even need my-“

“Heck yea!” Cassidy said with a gleam in her eye

The lizard smiled glad that he could help with this ambition of hers. There was one more question to ask.

Thankfully Cassidy brought it up, “If you’re wondering no this little ‘business’ doesn’t have a name yet though I got a few ideas” she said pulling out a list.

“Lay them on me”

The pair spent an hour sorting through names, Cassidy wanted some more comedic names as they weren’t exactly gonna be an actual business at least the kind that makes money, while Consequences kept arguing they should at least seem professional otherwise they might be found out of being ghosts (or a Spirit in the case of Consequences) themselves.

“So what you’re saying is we need something catchy yet professional?” Cassidy said peeling through the list for a name she thinks is perfect, “Cause if sooooooo,ah here we are”.

She pointed to a name towards the very bottom of this list above Bear and Croc spirit fighters and below The Spirit Men.

“What about this one?”

The old gator looked it over debating with himself. “This…will do.”, He nodded “I think we are gonna have a lot of fun with this Cass.”

“…same. Well we should make a few things to make ourselves look professional at least…”

They walked away from the table leaving the list…light shone on the chosen name u seen by the pair almost like a change in humanity was made.

C&C Spiritual Inc. is now open for buisness!

Huh better than usual

I’m gonna assume this is the permission to continue the AU I was Talking about.

at a later date maybe in like a few days I’ll write a story and start posting it here.

I’m kinda excited.

I’ll just start with the idea I mentioned with the Smiling Critters Cartoon thing. If anyone wants to help feel free to Message me on here