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that-darn-clown · 3 months ago

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so, i now have a third Fnaf related thing. until i come up with a proper name for it, i like to call it "This Is The Closest Y'all Are Gonna Get To Me Doing Canon Fnaf"

this is mostly the result of me seeing some Fnaf designs and concepts and realizing "oh i can just. do what i want. with canon at this point."

so have some fun facts!

half because i think it's a cool concept, half because i want to make the designs different between this au and the Rewrite, Mike and Cassidy are both biracial. why is Liz the only completely white kid in the Afton family? well...we'll get there in a bit.

y'know Andrew from the books? Vengeful Spirit of the books? yeah he's here. he was one of Mike's friends prior to Getting Murdered. also close to Cassidy, but y'know.

i'm making Charlie more transmasc. specifically, she figured it out pre-Murder, but didn't get to explore gender stuff as much as he wanted :/ (still transmasc bigender, though. just more transmasc)

MCI kids are a bit different. Fritz is still here, though!

it's basically like a fusion of some of my own ideas and Dual Process Theory's timeline (Mike is (one of) the Vengeful Spirit(s), Cassidy is CC + got springlocked, stuff like that).

Cassidy, mayhaps, witnessed Andrew's murder. maybe. and Mayhaps William did some gaslighting. maybe.

Cassidy knew all of the MCI kids, especially Andrew.

Michael Definitely Took Charlie's Death And Andrew's "Disappearance" Very Well And Didn't Start Lashing Out By Bullying His Brother. Definitely Not.

the other Fnaf 4 bullies were some other kids who were "in the wrong crowd," as some might say.

Liz Gets To Live Because I Said So.

so...Willry happens in this universe. William had a Technically Affair ("technically" because Claire didn't care. if her husband wants to [REDACTED] his business partner, that's none of her business. she just wants to raise her children. similar situation to Anna; she's a lesbian and hadn't figured it out yet so she just went "huh. i'm weirdly more chill with this than i thought i'd be"). one day, William just. shows up with Elizabeth claiming "Oh I found this poor baby abandoned on my way home from work :( Guess I better take her in :(( Please ignore the fact that she's a redhead with freckles like my business partner that's just a coincidence"

then Liz got older...and it was kinda obvious that she inherited some traits from William (Bunny Teeth and the Bunny Ear Hair Things). so now it's a lot harder to just claim that it was a coincidence. the fact that Liz also had Henry's green eyes just made it ten times worse.

William ignored the rumors...and then a woman who worked at the Diner (Tammy Schmidt), who had ginger hair, green eyes, and freckles, claimed that she was the mother of Liz. so...Henry doesn't get outed as transmasc! yippee!

Claire divorced William (in 1981) because she did NOT like him roleplaying Icarus so hard and wasn't going to stick around to watch him inevitably fly too close to the sun. she was going to get her life together before deciding to take the kids (not Liz because. well, Liz isn't her biological daughter. this isn't to say that she doesn't consider Liz as effectively being her own child, but like. y'know. Not Her Kid Biologically Speaking), but uh. she ended up getting into a car accident only a few months later. RIP Claire 😔

William, being the "very reasonable" man he is, got drunk one night (because this man took the divorce Really well (sarcasm)), and because he internally blamed Henry for this mess (like he wasn't the guy who decided an affair was the greatest idea), and murdered Charlie. (which is partially why she's so pissed at him in this au; because he had the gall to take his anger towards Henry out on her. not that she would've liked it any better if he did take it out on Henry, but y'know).

the first four MCI kids (Bea, Fritz Jr., "Gabriel"/Gabi, and Isaac) were a mix of "William's on a minor power trip of sorts," "William unfortunately discovered the fact that he finds murder fun and now everyone's suffering," and "William isn't done hurting Henry. This time he's hurting Henry's business." Andrew's death was due to a minor argument that started between him and William over how Michael was doing that kinda. Escalated. William knocked Andrew out on accident, and then he went "okay guess i'll murder him now." so he springlocked Andrew. and Cassidy kinda witnessed it.

the Fredbear plush was a gift from Charlie and Andrew. Andrew partially possessed the plush to keep an eye on Cass and Mike (and it then led to him witnessing Mike being a dumbass for the next two years).

so...Mike, Andrew, Charlie, and Sammy were all around the same age (12-13) when the Murders happened in '81. so uh. Mike maybe had a crush on Andy that he never got to tell them about. he definitely doesn't have any regrets about that!! no siree!!

by the time Fnaf 2 was going on, Mike was kind of. spiraling. he recognized Jeremy as one of the few people who was nice to him after Things Went To Shit, so they started talking at work, crushes developed...and then almost half a year later, when Jeremy had started healing somewhat, they kinda went "hey we're adults. let's go to Nebraska." and then they did that. Mike had that sort of Mini Crisis that some traumatized young adults have where it's like. he has agency. he can do whatever. so he cut his hair a bit, dyed it bright red, got a tattoo on his chest, all that stuff. didn't call his dad at all during this. sort of started realizing how fucked up his childhood was. also met Tammy again, and she helped the two of them. Mike kinda changed his last name to hers, both because he viewed her as a mother figure and also because he did Not want to risk people finding out who he was.

Phone Guy survives. fuck it. he did kinda get maimed, though. unfortunately.

Mike found out about MCI stuff around the time of Fnaf 1. he was Not happy.

you now get: Charlie fun facts!

decided to give her both "weird girl" and "tomboy, but there's transness there" energy.

style vibes are sort of like. a mix of punk, "this looks like it's vaguely steampunk," and flannels. mostly because that's the kind of clothes he had readily available to him.

feral. extroverted introvert. she's even autistic. does the wildest shit and pulls Mike, Andrew, and Sammy along with him. sometimes even Cassidy (even though Cassidy was like a toddler at this point; three years old).

also just. really fucking petty and sassy. responded to a bully who was being homophobic and transphobic with, what effectively amounted to, the early '80s middle school equivalent of "You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid. 🙂"

still very protective over people, and a sweetheart. if it isn't obvious, i love this au version of Charlie. my beloved.

one time got some weed from a high schooler and went "hey guys wanna smoke this in the backroom at Freddy's on Friday night?" and then Mike and Andrew went "Fuck Yes." Sammy acted as the guard to the room. Henry and William were busy at Fredbear's, so they left one of the more reliable teen employees in charge for the evening. he walked in on those three smoking weed, was told "please don't tell our dads," shrugged, and just left. didn't say a word to Henry or William about it. Cassidy also walked in on it, but he wasn't going to snitch on them regardless. mostly 'cause he was three and didn't even know what they were doing to begin with. in Charlie's words, "8/10 experience, would do again."

just the most chaotic child imaginable. i've seen enough 80s movies to think that Charlie, a 6th grader, probably would've been believably this chaotic. like. you don't know how many movies where "kid in the age range of middle school to high school discovers weed and then proceeds to smoke some out of curiosity" was like. at least a minor plot point or scene. i also included this because I Can And It's Funny.

this song fits him perfectly. i'll let you listen to it to understand why, but. That's Just Her In This Au.

also, as for who the Vengeful Spirits/Ones William Should Not Have Killed are, here they are from Least Vengeful to Most Vengeful.

Charlie: doesn't hate William; just in UCN to do the ghost equivalent of kicking William in the balls repeatedly before leaving, hopefully with everyone else in tow.

Cassidy: Got Springlocked. also angry on behalf of his friends.

Andrew: also Got Springlocked. just pissed at William in general.

Mike: William killed him in the fire (neither he nor Henry planned for Mike to die this time. he tried to leave, but William didn't let him), William technically got him killed by sending him into the now-abandoned Freddy's, where the spirits (minus Andy, Cass, and Charlie, aka The Spirits Who Would've Recognized Him), confused, basically mauled Michael to death, where he then crawled out onto the streets and died. Charlie found him and brought him back, though. Mike's just pissed in general from where William basically ruined his fucking life. he'll probably be the last soul to leave.

also...if you're curious, i can tell you why the souls would see Mike and think he'd be William, when William would already be dead and springlocked at this point (something that they all witnessed, mind you). :]

Ough... like George I am a curious little monkey. Please tell me more ehehehe

#CHARLIE IS MY CHILD THAT IS MY KID NOW HOLY SHIT MY BELOVEDDD #the clown! it speaks!#the clown! it answers!

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fnaflucasverse · 6 months ago

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Assorted Fazband Thoughts

sort of a sequel to this ask from @mangleschmidt i got about the animatronics; sort of based on lore by @fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction

ORIGINAL FAZBAND

as i mentioned in the footnotes, the originals (the hardware anyway) were made specifically for the first location by a small robotics company that was later acquired by fazbear entertainment. the base shells were copied/modified from an old blueprint of the springlocks.

the software was provided by jeremy fitzgerald sr., who had taken an interest in the fazband's development. it was a little unusual when he asked to personally oversee the testing of his prototype "security mode", but given he was related to one of the higher-ups, nobody argued. (weird guy, though. didn't work well with others)

the originals don't actually have a programmed free-roam mode, at least not back in the '80s. any walking around they did (one at a time, in a very limited area, under supervision) was directed via remote control. after '87, people started noticing the fazband's movements became a little more... natural, less stiff. then one night they just started walking around on their own.

also in the other posts, the fazbands aren't really capable of independent, sentient thoughts or personalities. well, they're not supposed to be. but very occasionally, outside of showtimes, they would... talk... to themselves, using bits from their showtime voicelines. even when the ghost children would be resting.

i don't know if they're distinct enough from the ghosts to be their own persons, but i have a feeling they aren't completely unaware.

TOY FAZBAND

the toys are technically the third version of the fazband, after the '80s prototype originals and the rudimentary "rockstar" line that was in production from '85-'98 for other freddy's branch locations. the rockstars were cheap and easy to make (think chuck e cheese but worse) and are what the majority of people imagine when thinking "freddy fazbear's pizza". when mike schmidt became a utahn hero after protecting a young teenager from "burglars", fazbear entertainment was starting to roll out the toys and decided to revamp their first location to suit their new colorful image. (the kid might've put in a good word; wasn't he the grandson of one of the higher-ups?)

the toys are a lot simpler than the originals in a lot of ways: design, question of sentience, lack of jaw movement—but they're definitely more technologically advanced. better at walking, too. they also have a version of fitzgerald sr.'s security mode in their programming, after mike's heroism also raised parental worry about their local pizzeria getting robbed. (honestly, i don't think these animatronics actually have facial recognition.)

as for what other animatronic mangle got inextricably combined with... given fredbear doesn't actually have an endoskeleton, i think it may have been dee-dee, balloon boy's counterpart.

i don't exactly know where to put it, but the marionette is also an exclusive first-location "animatronic". the guy who designed the original fazband made it for his daughter, apparently. they visited freddy's a few times, always carrying that thing in tow; something bad happened, and he left it behind.

SPRINGLOCK SUITS

very few people still remember there were two of them. when you take off the ears, the accessories, they look identical. they were supposed to be thrown out, but fitzgerald sr. took a liking to them. too bad he wasn't much of an engineer though, or he maybe would've given the fazband springlocks, too.

#lucasverse lore #parlourverse au #fnafparlour #fazband: the originals #fazband: the toys #fazband: the springlocks #anim: the marionette #char: jonathan #well hes in there i guess

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darthpastry · 11 months ago

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Small (665 word) segment of one of the various fics I’m working on being put on tumblr in hopes of receiving concrit and predictions because I’m a pantser and have somewhat lost motivation on this and am just generally curious about some feedback? How about that?

Anyway, Vanessa Afton and Ness the Waiter are siblings. That’s it. That’s the fic. Enjoy and warning for brief mention of blood :D

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After a firm talk from their father about staying in the storage closet in the back of the pizzeria until he came back to get them, 'some of the animatronics may act odd while they're being taken care of, machinery is dangerous, don't touch anything that's made of metal and could possibly move on its own...' blah blah blah, the two twins were left alone on the storage room.

Vanessa frowned and side-eyed Ness. "Are you happy now?" she asked, clearly sour about being stuck where they were.

"Ecstatic!" Ness replied, not even looking at her as he examined every nook and cranny of the closet. He grabbed a broom and jabbed it into a springlock suit, looking with fascination as it snapped shut suddenly and violently.

"NESS! Dad said not to touch," she scolded.

"Did I touch it? I think not," he said as he leaned closer, still barely paying attention to her. "Dang... these things could kill someone. Easily. It's almost as though this was made to kill. Either a child or adult!"

"Then you probably shouldn't have your face less than two inches away from it," was her dry reply.

"I'm approximately three inches away. Besides, with the springlocks already activated, it's incredibly unlikely that I am in any danger at all. Even if I was, it's worth it!" Ness poked one of the springlocks with a look of glee.

"You should still step away..."

He glanced over, noticing the worry in her tone. He gave the suit a single, longing glance, before stepping away and glancing at the door. "I'm going to go check on something, stay here," Ness instructed.

"The curse of idiocy has hit you hard today, I see, you're breaking every that Dad put in place for us. Where are you even going?"

"I'm not an idiot, and I'll tell you later."

"You're stupid and I'm going with you."

"Absolutely not. Just because I'm breaking the rules doesn't mean you should. I'm older, therefore that makes me more responsible." Ness ignored Vanessa's scoff of disagreement. "I know exactly what I'm doing, besides, there's plenty of fun stuff in here!"

"You know what? It's not even worth arguing with you at this point, dummy. But either you stay here, I come with you, or I'll tell Dad later."

"You just always have to pull the 'I'll tell Dad' card, don't you?"

She shrugged. "It works. Why wouldn't I?"

"You're a little brat sometimes, you know that? But fine. You can come with me," he said with a resigned sigh. "Just stay behind and stay quiet."

Vanessa nodded, looking slightly anxious but also pleased with herself as Ness pulled open the door.

He crept through the pizzeria, all the way to the stage curtain, where he cautiously peeked through it to look out into the main room. Ness stifled a gasp as he shoved Vanessa back towards the storage closet.

"What is it? I want to see!" she whisper-yelled.

He shook his head, not seeming to be able to find words as his face contorted with a slight panic and he grabbed her hand, attempting to drag her away.

"Did the endoskeletons scare you? You can be a real baby sometimes," Vanessa taunted.

Ness shook his head again, motioning for her to hurry up.

She scoffed in annoyance and ripped her hand free from his grasp. "I'm going to go see."

"Don't!" he managed to whisper-yell as she peeked through the curtains.

Ness cringed as Vanessa let out a loud scream of terror, and then he bolted back to the storage room. Perhaps he should've gone to drag his sister back with him, but she had already been caught. It would only be worse if both of them were caught, right? He never should've let her come with him. He never should've asked that they come here. It was too late now, though, Vanessa had already seen her father holding a bloody knife over a mangled body.

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No idea if y’all remember this ( https://www.tumblr.com/carouselrabbit/734873562621657088 ) and I’m by no means finished but it is in progress…

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average-drawer · 1 year ago

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here. warning: springlock faliure aftermath, blood and 2 sad crayons. hope it sustains you...

The air felt wrong to his lungs, almost painful. His skin felt as though it was being pierced by knives.

The cotton sheets felt unnaturally hot, his duvet scratchy and uncomfortable.

He had to get out of there.

He ripped the blankets off, shivering so much he hardly noticed the stabbing pain all throughout his body.

How did I get home? Jack thought, unable to remember anything more recent than the show.

He stumbled towards the door and down the stairs, one hand gripping the rail so firm he could swear his blood pressure was cut off, and the other scratching his thigh anxiously.

A faint noise came from around the corner.

‘Hello?’ Jack rasped.

The noise cut off, followed promptly by heavy footsteps.

Jack felt something trickle down his leg.

Still dazed and confused by the whole situation, he wiped it off with his sleeve, and brought it to eye level.

‘Shit, ‘m I bleedin’?’ he mumbled.

The footsteps grew closer.

He looked down to see a whole trail of blood, coming al the way down the stairs, right to his feet.

He gripped on the handrail even harder, his vision fading.

The footsteps stopped, right in front of him.

A voice called out to him, through the darkness. He wished he could see who it was.

He fell, and the voice caught him.

He felt warm, familiar hands grab him, just as he passed out.

Dave carried him, oh so gently, over to the couch. He lay the man down, a cushion under his head.

Dave sat on the floor next to him, holding his hand, lightly circling round his palm.

He never knew he could feel so much at one time, and it scared him.

Jack’s eyes flickered open, his hand shaking slightly.

Dave stood, looking at the pitiful mess of a man that lay sprawled across the couch.

‘Who’s ‘at?’ Jack whispered.

‘It’s me, Dave. I-’

‘Dave. What’s gone on, don’t remember comin’ home…’ Jack rubbed his eyes and pulled himself up.

‘No, Jack, lie back down, please.’ Dave gently pushed him down, so that he lay on his back.

Jack coughed.

‘I got to redo your bandages. Just don’t move.’

Jack hadn’t even realised he had bandages on. They just blended in with the rest of the vast discomfort.

He lay there in silence for the half hour it took Dave to re-dress his wounds. It felt nice to rest his voice.

‘Sportsy?’ Dave looked up from the last bandage.

‘Dave. What happened?’

‘Springlocks. ‘spect you knew that.’

He had assumed as such, but hearing it said aloud only confirmed his fears. He shuddered.

Dave lifted his head, sitting under him.

Jack looked up to him. He’d never seen Dave look so distant.

‘Dave, how…’ he was almost afraid to ask. ‘How long ago did I-’

‘Three weeks. I thought you were gonna die, Sportsy.’

Jack had never heard Dave sound so genuinely upset.

He felt himself drift to sleep; he knew he was safe.

Dave looked down at the man asleep in his lap. He felt almost ill thinking about what had happened.

Nobody deserves that. Except Henry, I guess.

He was surprised he’d managed to hold himself together this long.

Every little twitch Jack made reminded him of the man he’d held, shaking, in a dark room. The rosy red of Jack’s cheeks made him think of the blood that had pooled around them, the blood that had remained on his hands long after he washed them clean.

How pitiful.

Jack had it worse, and he knew that. Yet he couldn’t help but shiver when he thought of the sleepless nights spent by Jack’s bed, staring at him, afraid to blink in case he ceased to breath.

He cared, maybe too much. He couldn’t help it.

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star-going-supernova · 2 years ago

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Vanessa gets springlocked by one of Henry's old suits (like the ones from TSE novel) before the events of the game and wakes up to Gregory hyperventilating, so Spring-Ness consoles him

This one actually came from TheGrimRead3r on ao3 and is tumblr generated prompt number 6! As you can see from the prompt, this one contains a character who is technically dead, in fnaf’s still-somewhat-alive way we all know and love.

Amongst the Dead

Gregory couldn’t help but feel like he’d just stumbled into a horror movie—which was really saying something, considering he was currently being hunted by a manic with a knife. He stood with his back pressed to the door he’d just slammed shut, petrified. The room was chilly and dark, only a dim, flickering bulb or two struggling to light it. The shadows here were deep and twisted.

Lining the walls and sprawled over tables, limp like corpses, were animatronics. Countless types and designs, all looking worn down and rotted. The fur of some was stained and matted. The plastic of others was cracked and scratched. An eye was hanging from the socket of a sky blue Bonnie; a fuzzy Foxy’s muzzle was exposed down to the metal and wires. More than one bot was missing a limb or three.

He hated it. His stomach turned just staring at the minefield of broken robots. Were they all dead? Or would some of them spring to life at any moment and attack him?

It was so quiet. He was scared to move, scared to blink. He tried to memorize all their positions, which heads were bowed forward and which were facing away.

He could leave. He could slip right back out into the hallway and run far, far away from this room. But something about this corner of the pizzaplex’s basement had seemed particularly abandoned. Gregory weighed the horror seeping through his veins with the chance to rest without worrying that his would-be murderer or any of the animatronics were about to stumble upon him.

There’d be no point in staying here, though, if these broken ones were as big a threat.

Long minutes dragged by. None of them moved. Gregory felt like he was suffocating; his entire body was trembling uncontrollably. His knees nearly buckled.

With his heart in his throat, Gregory peeled himself away from the door and inched into the room. He felt out of place, a living person amongst the dead. The silence aside from the faintest of buzzing from the lightbulbs was so much worse than the irritating music playing in the pizzaplex.

This place was a whole other world from the rest of the building.

Gregory shied away from the plastic bots and the ones who were really badly broken. In the end, he slid down the wall, somewhat hidden behind the bulk of a fuzzy white bunny. Ironically. But it was more intact than most, so it felt a bit less like sitting next to a corpse.

A shaky breath left him. Adrenaline evaporated, leaving a heavy exhaustion in its wake. Six hours—hopefully closer to five now—had never seemed so much like a daunting eternity. How was he supposed to last until morning?

Bringing his knees up to hug his legs, Gregory pressed his face against them as his breathing grew unsteady. He didn’t try to stop the tears from coming, hiccuping quietly as he began to cry. His fear was a choking, clawing thing.

So lost in his distress, so consumed by the terror of what was slinking around somewhere beyond the door, Gregory didn’t see the animatronic he’d sat beside begin moving. Its eyes lit up, glowing a pretty green. The head turned toward the crying child less than a foot away.

Gregory nearly shrieked in surprise when a soft arm came to lay over his shoulders. He gasped and tensed up, and before he could even think of lunging away, a fuzzy hand curled around him and dragged him closer to the bot it belonged to. Confusion dulled his shock as the animatronic bunny did nothing more than gently hug him to its side.

His racing, jumping pulse gradually calmed, and he found himself slumping against the surprisingly comfortable body as his tears slowed and stopped. The fur suit wasn’t in awful condition, though the animatronic didn’t smell too great.

As tired as he was, and as friendly as this one seemed to be, Gregory couldn’t help but distrustfully eye the rest. When he leaned forward to peek past the animatronic, it seemed to realize what he was doing.

It hummed, oddly un-mechanical. Then, quiet and stuttery, it said, “Y-you don’t have to, have to worry. They cannot wake up. They ha-have no, no power.” It had been programmed with a woman’s voice, a young one.

“You’re awake,” he pointed out.

It jerkily shook its head. “I do not need pow-power.”

He frowned, but before he could ask how it was even running in that case, it continued, “You are, you’re safe here, kid.”

“My name’s Gregory,” he offered.

“I am… Vanessa.” She hugged him a little tighter as she sighed. “I am sorry you’re here, in danger.”

Her voice was cracking less the more she talked. It sounded weirdly natural, nothing at all like the band.

“How’d you know I’m in danger?” Twisting around so he was facing her, leaning his head on what would have been her ribs, he blearily blinked up at her. He was so tired, and she wasn’t a half bad pillow.

“Nothing good comes from being here after hours,” she told him. Her eyes flicked over him. “You’re tired. Sleep, kid. I’ll keep watch.”

“I shouldn’t…” He yawned, eyelids heavy.

But she tucked him closer, her warming hand laying like a pleasantly weighted blanket on his back. “You need a nap if you’re going to keep your wits about you. Don’t worry, Gregory,” and he could almost hear a wry sort of smile in her tone, “anyone who wants to hurt you will have to go through my dead body.”

It was just a little off, some part of him lingering on the phrasing, but the promise of a guardian watching over him was all it took for his exhaustion to win, and Gregory drifted off with a hum of thanks before he could think too long on it.

#fnaf fic #fnaf security breach #star's stories #life and times of star

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lockedtowers · 7 months ago

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repost and rate your muse's traits out of 10 in each category !

COMPASSION: 2/10

so william… does not care. not a lot, anyways. when he first saw michael his brain had the tiniest flint of a spark of ‘i did that’ he didnt do shit but raw it and he definitely showed michael affection and love at first, fuck man he was teaching michael engineering, plushtrap was the first animatronic that they worked on together, in my main verse he did not care about his wife at the time at all especially when she caught him with henry but thats a different story but he did, in his fucked up way, love michael, but he also definitely favored evan by a lot when evan happened. of course i have verses where he did love his wife to a degree, but he doesnt really love anyone more than he loves himself. lizzie was very very close to getting there, but even her his love is more or less an extension of himself rather than as their own individual selves. lizzie has his cruelty and villainous streak, and his refusal to listen to no. michael has some of his aggression and recklessness. evan he favored in a way as the version of himself he lost due to his own parents, which is also why he kind of babied evan a lot. he made voice boxes for evans plushies so evan had someone to talk to, because him and michael didnt get along, and he never wanted michael and him to hate each other. in all though williams most compassionate moment, the one moment he was truly a decent guy, and the moment that ultimately destroyed any semblance of normalcy he could have attained, was evan getting springlocked. william tried to get him out, and his own suit springlocked on him causing the initial scars, and all in all sort of retriggered certain thoughts and issues he thought he grew out of. he any semblance of affection he had died when those locks went into his skin, and left him in a much worse state of mind and being.

BITTERNESS: 9/10

this man has stacks upon stacks upon stacks of journals about henry, how much he loves henry, how much he worships henry, how much he thinks henry should worship him. he still treats michael like shit when michaels an adult for what happened to evan when michael was a child himself when it happened. lizzie dying was entirely williams own damn fault and he still blamed michael for it because, in his mind, if michael didnt kill evan, charlotte wouldnt have had to die, henry wouldnt have had to be framed, and now lizzie wouldnt have had to die. this man takes bitter ex to a whole new level too considering even turned into his creation, he was still mad obsessing over henry.

HAPPINESS: 5/10

depends on when in the timeline. he did actually enjoy being married (the second time in main verses, dependable on mrs afton rpers otherwise) even though he.. wasnt exactly a faithful husband at all given his obsession with henry. honestly if he just learned what poly was and it wasnt the 70s/80s so he couldnt openly be poly and with a man, he’d have been much happier. he loves killing people tho.

POLITENESS: 3/10

…. he’ll fake it

MORALITY: 2/10

he murdered kids and thinks cheating on his wife with henry was perfectly fine because ‘he could love both of them’ when that doesnt make it fine, u big dickbag. also he wants complete control over his kids, he literally built the fu/ntime animatronics with the intentions of trapping his families souls in them so they could live forever with or without remnant. (yes this is a personal headcanon no i dont give a fuck about canon, canon had a lot of stupid moments, shush) he, hes not moral, hes one of those people who would just go off on like ‘oh morality isnt real its a social construct designed by the government to make you behave a certain way, the only true way to be moral is to believe in yourself as a god’ and all that stuff, dont trust the tall man

PRIDE: 9/10

he’s actually insufferable with how much he loved himself im ngl. he takes great pride in his subpar performances canonly. he thinks hes the greatest liar, engineer, and shopowner of all time. all the things he hated his parents for he ironically manages to do even worse than they did. he might struggle to love others but he definitely fucking loves himself, which is kind of funny when u think abt it, bc he also hates himself.

HONESTY: 2/10

he cannot even be honest with himself he’s not honest with anyone. he looked his wife in the eyes and claimed he would never betray her as he was cheating on her with henry. he kidnapped his own son after evan died with the intentions of completely breaking his brain in the same setup he built to ‘cure’ evan (which would likely have traumatized and made him worse) and fully intended on charlie being in that set up with him until she made the fatal error of fighting back, michael got the worst of the treatment for sure though.

BRAVERY: 0/10

one of the main things i think about this man is, he pretends what hes doing is brave and amazing, like im a great serial killer im great at everything im massively prolific in the public eye and people love and adore me, people flock towards me and think im charming and amazing, and they do. but he isn’t brave. he isnt anywhere close to that, he’s a fucking coward. he intimidates people, he hurts people, but when faced with the punishment for his crimes he was terrified. he isn’t brave. he doesnt know what brave is.

RECKLESSNESS: 2/10

his most reckless situation was what happened with charlie (and main verse wise, his first wife). it wasnt planned like that, he only intended to kidnap her. She thought back and he got angry enough to not only kill her, but abandon her body on that street in the storm. He hasn’t been exactly reckless since then and everythings been very carefully thought out, but he isnt in the right mindframe anymore, he hasnt been since evan died, he does make mistakes, and unfortunately it usually ends up being henry who pays for them since henry is who he framed.

AMBITION: 8/10

He’s definitely very ambitious, like he worked his ass off to get to where he is even though hes not really great at performing like he thinks he is. His main issue is his current goal is just Henry, not even anything specific really, he wants to be henry. The springlock incident made his obsession with henry a million times worse, and i can speak on that personally as someone whos had a head injury and who has OCD, it can intensify obsessions very very badly. So ambitious, yes, thoughtful on what they are, not anymore. though he did drain the lifeforce out of the kids he killed so.

LOYALTY: 1/10

that one isnt even for his fucking family its for henry and he betrayed that man too and framed him for his own daughters murder. his loyalty is to himself and maybe, MAYBE, on RARE occasions, and specifically as an extension of himself, his family.

SENSE OF FAMILY: 3/10

his childhood was fucked up. but while he was being a mostly present father, he showed promise. did he only love his kids as extensions of himself? still yes. did he at least love them? yeah. its a.. shitty situation all in all.

ATTRACTIVENESS: 6/10

evidently a lot more people wanna ride the serial killer than i gave him credit for.

AGILITY: 7/10

he’s surprisingly agile for his… everything. man in the movie version that man was rly pushing sixty and still bodied mike to hell and back what the hell dude.

SEX DRIVE: 7/10

he’s a f/urry. he had/has a whole ass wife, a ton of kids, and still canoodles with henry wtf do you think

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Tagging: @orangeshinigami @auburniivenus @mechanicaldance @faultyconscience @riiese and if u see it, you

#if i tagged u twixe its bc i assumed it didnt tag u in the first one #i wanna kill him | headcanons #out.#williams the worst pass it on

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runelocked · 1 year ago

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A PLAYLIST FOR JAMES @bolides & WILLIAM.

holy branches - radical face

When you were young, you’d bite your tongue, / Calm, always did what you were told, / Never ran your mouth, lived life on tiptoes / Only felt peace if by yourself / When mistakes don’t count […] Now I live alone, / Work in the belly of machines, wring my soot-black hands / And I don’t sleep much / Days don’t feel much different from the nights

before the incident!!! when their relationship was good and william honestly thought of him as a pseudo-son!!!! he’s always been shrewd and james reminded him a LOT of his own childhood (except much worse), and this song gives the vibes of an older man trying to pass on wisdom about life to his son or smthn. it’s bittersweet in this context :’)

you’re a mirror i cannot avoid - bad books

But you’re a mirror I cannot void / Strung out and jittery and paranoid, / A leaky battery that can’t keep charged / Get in the car and say what you mean, / Explain yourself to me and I’ll try not to judge you more than you would, / Let me help, I promise not to tell

wails over this song and these two in particular. the tragic events at the diner messed them BOTH up good and i imagine this is from james’s perspective, grieving and trying his very best to cling to a man that is spiralling away from him. the beginning of the end for their dynamic :’) there’s nothing more painful than watching someone else become a shadow of their former self while you’re going through the same thing after all!!!

you’re somebody else - flora cash

Well you look like yourself / But you’re somebody else / Only it ain’t on the surface, / Well you talk like yourself, / No, I hear something else though / Now you’re making me nervous

one of my fav sad songs hands down and fits james and william after the incident TM. from james’ perspective and the part of him that’s devastated (presumably) that someone he’d admired and cared about did this to him… and the grief that comes with meeting the dark side of your heroes :’)

dead things - emilíana torrini

Sad things have to happen sometimes, / Let the snow melt in my mouth / Until my head hurts, until I’m out, / Makes me laugh a bit, makes me cry / Same way you confuse me all the time

this is a jump in time but in my head this song like. perfectly encapsulates how william feels about james as he’s spiralling further and further towards the springlock incident. james is a presence that constantly weighs on him and william is incredibly unstable at the end: he’s just as likely to laugh at james as he is to beg for his forgiveness (though mostly he’ll try to ignore him) — in fact! james is one of the main reasons he returns to try and destroy the animatronics, in the hopes he will pass on too ^_^ and we all know how that worked out ^_^

for the departed - shayfer james

I’ll write a symphony for the departed, / And I have no time for second chances / So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances / And so, the scene begins, / Your cries become the wind / A desperate plea best left unheard / Then my contrived goodbye / A poet’s pantomime, / A drunken jester’s final words

wow look! it’s william having a complete paranoid breakdown over james the night before he returns to destroy the animatronics in 1994!!!! yeah this song captures his feelings towards james (and the others but honestly? it’s always been the boy that unsettles him the most) — i can picture a scenario where william thinks he sees james out of the corner of his eye in the middle of his own house and so, furious and frightened and full of bitter feelings, decides once and for all to put the kid out of his misery by destroying the things holding him here. sets out with an ax to destroy the machinery and end everything […] and is promptly surprised, scared, and springlocked forever !

( i had more for pre-incident dynamics but i didn’t want to bombard you with songs so have these !!!!!!! )

#(m) william’s records #(oxo) mirror image: william & james.

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valleyfthdolls · 2 years ago

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talk to me about fnaf. tell me your headcanons

Okay, let’s see.

I do and will continue to until explicitly disproven believe that Cassidy was the victim of the bite of ‘83. This theory isn’t one I like to debate because people are SO awful about me not taking MatPat’s word as law but if you’re curious about why I believe the tag where I keep my fnaf interpretations is #story interpretation. I briefly went over the theory in that post, though certain parts of it are outdated nowadays as it’s been confirmed by the character guide that it was the crying child having nightmares, not the older brother/Michael Afton as I’d theorized. I guess I’ll have to file that away under theories that I can’t really believe anymore but still like to think and talk about along with my 2021 “Gregory and Vanny will be revealed to be brother and sister” theory which I still use for canon divergent AU fics. Also, if you’re interested in the Cassidy theory I could talk a little bit more about it, or if you’d like to share your interpretation of the crying child’s fate and identity I would be free to listen.

I imagine that the trauma the crying child witnessed was likely Elizabeth’s death. I think I touched on this in my fnaf 4 interpretation post, but it makes a lot about the family dynamic fall into place. Seeing Baby brutally kill his sister would be enough to traumatize him severely enough that he spends his days in mourning, emotionally overwhelmed and hurt enough to be reduced to tears at the slightest provocation. It explains the constant fear he holds as well, especially of the animatronics- again, he watched one of them violently grab his sister, pull her inside it, and crush her to death. He wouldn’t then be scared of the characters, but just the robots, which is a perfect 1:1 for his behavior in game. At the same time, Michael has just lost his sister, and his brother has become an emotional wreck. Having learned shitty behaviors from their abusive father, Michael projects his grief into frustration with his brother, and channels that frustration into bullying him. It’s absolutely not okay, but at the same time there’s a clear way to track how he became so mean. It went completely unchecked as well because their dad literally does not pay attention to them (????? What is his deal) so it just kept getting worse.

I imagine Elizabeth died in 1983, and this is relevant because I think that if she died in ‘83 and was reported missing, Sister Location could then be 1990. Seven years after Elizabeth went missing without any trace she would be declared dead, and that would be the perfect way to lead into Michael being sent to find her.

As for simpler headcanons:

I believe that the pigtail girl from FNaF 4 was one of the missing children. Does this make a lot of sense? Not really, no. But I somehow ended up thinking of her as the spirit of Foxy. (Again, doesn’t make sense. I don’t understand how this happened.) I suppose given she makes up rumors about the animatronics being haunted killers and deaths being covered up, rumors which would eventually turn out to be far more real than she could have imagined, I feel like that foreshadowing her eventual death at the restaurant would work really well.

I don’t think the animatronics were ever actually capable of walking. If you look at animatronics like the Rock-afire Explosion, Chuck E. Cheese and Mr. Munch’s Make-Believe Band or the Circus World Jamboree, really any of those types of bands (forgive me for being a fucking dweeb with a special interest in these things)? They… well, they can’t walk. Mobility ends at the waist. So here’s what I propose. The full bodied animatronics never had functional legs, and only could “walk” when worn as springlock suits. However, after the missing children disappeared, the animatronics became more mobile, specifically in the legs. The company just lied about it, the same way it’s been theorized since FNaF 2 that they lied about the animatronics having facial recognition software.

Vanny isn’t actually possessed or mind controlled. Glitchtrap isn’t in her head, rather an outside force manipulating her. The suit is a cover up, a mask that simply distances her from what she’s doing. It’s not me, it’s Vanny. It’s Glitchtrap. I am not myself. She absolutely is. She just does it to protect her mental state from her own actions.

But y’know who is possessed? Glamrock Freddy.

By Michael Afton specifically.

I imagine that each animatronic character has a different personality. Usually the shows and songs hinge on the characters interacting with each other, so I figure each character has their own personality. Freddy is kind but very easily driven to annoyance by his band’s absurdity, Chica is always energetic and coming up with some new idea, Bonnie is just happy to be there and goes along with all of Chica’s bad ideas while Freddy tries to reel them in, and Foxy is elusive, arrogant, brash and outlandish.

Although, these core personalities are switched around during different eras of the band. In 1987, Toy Foxy was kinder, taking on the role of a pirate captain who was always looking for more recruits. She encouraged her bandmates’ antics on account of it being what a true pirate would do, and Toy Freddy would have to talk sense into everyone, but was much more sarcastic about it- think 1970s-early 80s Chuck E. Cheese. Over time, the edge was softened on each character, leading to the Glamrocks. Glamrock Freddy is friendly and kind, looking out for his bandmates and having to remind them what’s important every time they start something new and ultimately stupid. Roxy, derived from Foxy’s personality, is competitive, brash and loud, but a good sport and always cheering her friends on. Glamrock Chica is really only interested in food, and tends to laugh off her friends’ antics. Monty is excitable and loves to compete and work with Roxy, but just like Bonnie, is just happy to be there.

The Puppet is a Jack-in-the-box, and stays dormant until she is manually turned on by turning a hand crank on her gift box that plays pop goes the weasel until she comes out. Then a child can select a prize and she gives it to them. Originally, the music box was a “warning” of sorts for her security checks, and she was designed to be scary enough to deter kids from trying to leave before they were supposed to, but not necessarily disturbing.

Golden Freddy doesn’t physically exist. I don’t know how to elaborate on this headcanon.

Elizabeth Afton has what would best be described as developing BPD. This is a headcanon I can’t really explain aside from that I have BPD and she reminds me of my young self. In the fan comic BlueyCapsules, which I haven’t checked in on in a while now, it’s actually a common headcanon to my knowledge that she (age 13) has BPD as she shows very realistic symptoms of it as a result of her trauma. Which is generally how BPD forms, especially through childhood abuse or neglect, which is also, kinda perfect for Lizzie who grew up emotionally neglected and abused by her dad.

Charlie being initially referred to as male (the minigame telling you to “S A V E H I M”) and then being switched to female (Henry calling her “my daughter”) is likely a retcon and probably the retcon that Scott Cawthon was talking about when he said he’s only ever retconned one thing in FNaF lore. I doubt that’s true, but this is probably the only one he’ll acknowledge. However, I think Charlie is a trans girl.

Shadow Freddy has been said to have been born out of William’s malice. In that case, I think Shadow Bonnie was probably born from the children’s agony. This is why Shadow Freddy leads the children to William and Shadow Bonnie helps save their souls. William wants them to confront him, and the kids want to move on.

I do not believe Vanny and Vanessa are the same person. I don’t think Steel Wool and Scott Cawthon know what the fuck they’re doing with that, to be completely honest as they’ve backed themselves into a corner with contradicting evidence and any solution would either be absolutely awful or retconning something. I think the best way around it is that Vanny is committing identity theft and framing Vanessa, or to go deeper, Vanessa is directly tied to Glitchtrap’s plans and being manipulated by Vanny by his orders, but she herself has no malicious intent and doesn’t want to hurt anyone.

This is going to sound stupid to say but Michael Afton strikes me as goth. I stand by my post where I said he listens to gothic rock. It just fits him really well.

#long post #fnaf #onyx talks too much #five nights at freddy's #fnaf headcanons #l-art-stuff-l

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nevis-the-skeleton · 10 months ago

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2 Different Guys AU: A story where Purple Guy and William Afton are two different people that are partners-in-crime.

In 1983 at Fredbear's Family Diner, a random cruel teenage boy places his little brother aka the 'Bite Victim' in inside of Fredbear's mouth, where the little boy was killed when his head was accidentally crushed in the mouth of Fredbear, a golden animatronic bear. This tragic incident had a huge impact on the boy's family and ultimately led to the closing of the diner. Later on, William Afton, who was one of the animatronic builders at Fredbear's Diner, learned that the Bite Victim's spirit now possessed Fredbear. He also discovered that the animatronics came to life at night, which gave him the twisted idea to use the spirits of children to power his animatronics and make them more lifelike. With this plan, he and the other employees opened a new restaurant called Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria, which became popular due to the seemingly realistic and entertaining animatronics. A security guard at the pizzaria who has a dark past, was hired by William Afton to do his dirty work. Using the old Springbonnie suit, Purple Guy lured and killed children, stuffing their bodies into the other animatronic suits. These restless spirits then possessed the animatronics, eventually leading to the events of the security guard killer being tricked by the spirits into wearing the suit again, then triggering the springlocks that kill the guard. And thus Springtrap was born. Years later, after the closing of Fazbear's Pizzaria, William Afton created his own restaurant and added new animatronics known as the Circus Baby animatronics. These animatronics were designed to capture children and harvest their souls, which would serve as endless energy batteries for his robots.

Unfortunately William's only child Elizabeth was killed, and her soul was harvested then possessed by the star animatronic, Circus Baby. Circus Baby and the other Circus Animatronics merge to become Ennard, so they can empty, enter and control William's corpse as a form of revenge. William's spirit joins his daughter inside of Ennard. Eventually, the few night guards that ever survived the animatronics, all lead by Mike Schmidt, create a new pizzaria even better than all the previous ones. It lures the restless spirits of the killed kids, Springtrap, Ennard and the last of the living classic animatronics, the Puppet. But it was a trap the Survivors created to destroy what's left of the robots. The Survivors trap all the animatronics inside, sets the place on fire and they all barely manages to escape.

And just like that the nightmare was finally over... Mike vows to never work a job with robots ever again.

But alas, it was all for nothing... Springtrap was the only one that escaped... and some stupidly greedy people decide to reawaken the forbidden franchise.

Those people create the virtual reality game based on the Pizzaria Horror Stories, where William's spirit haunts as a virus that later possesses Vanessa, to help his child killing partner-in-crime finish what they both started.

Later, those same stupid greedy people create the Fazbear Pizzaplex, a mall with a combination of both entertainment and animatronics.

However, this ultimately leads to new terror as the spirits of the murdered children with William Afton, the melted corrupted past animatronics and the corpse-like Springtrap continue to haunt the Freddy Fazbear legacy... 😈

Damn... William is even more twisted that in the original version ^^; ... But now I'm curious about the past of this Purple Guy, and also, why does he kill ? Does he like doing it ? Is he a psychopath or something ?

*Sigh*... Like always, burning Springtrap is useless... Nice try Mike... That even worse than the real version, since there two murders... I think Gregory is going to have way more difficulties to get out of the Pizzaplex, if he chased by the glamerocks, Vanny and Springtrap (who can still go in the vent I guess).

#fnaf au #not mine #william afton #purple guy #they are not the same person #springtrap #mike schmidt

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dev-nxbody-h3re · 2 years ago

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got fluff on the mind today. take some fitzafton fluffy nonsense ft michael being a depressed idiot + jeremy being cool asf as usual

TW: mentions of death, mentions of lobotomies, there is a taser, so many OSHA violations and mentions of blood

Cringe culture is dead and I springlocked it

Word Count: 4,341

Manglefriend AU

(but it's really not that different from canon)

"Jeremy.. for once I think I need to be the voice of reason here." Michael looked exasperatedly up at his boyfriend Jeremy Fitzgerald, the only man in the world dumb enough to cram his entire body into a vent shaft on the ceiling.

"Mike I'm- eugh- fine! It's not gonna hurt me- FUCK!" Jeremy yelled, pulling his hand back from inside the vent. Michael lurched forward, getting ready to catch him if he fell. He probably wouldn't be able to do much seeing as he was literally a corpse.

"Please get down from there, this isn't a good id- Are you bleeding?!" Michael noticed the red staining Jeremy's injured hand. Jeremy was purposely looking away from him. "Jesus Christ Jeremy, I told you that you'd get hurt. We can always find another way past, okay? I don't want you getting hurt."

His dumb, stupid boyfriend wiped his hand on his jeans and gave Michael a toothy grin. "It looks worse than it is, trust me. This is the only way past the barrier anyway, and it's not like it'll kill me or anything."

The 'barrier' was a heap of fallen rubble blocking the way forward. They had been exploring one of Fazbear Entertainment's production factories and time had not been kind to the facility. Michael and Jeremy needed to find a way through, and fast. Who knew what kinds of animatronics were stored here?

"I know, but still. I'll do it if it's the only way but-"

Jeremy sighed, cutting him off. "Mike. I'm already up here. You've got the taser. I keep zapping myself with the taser. If you fall, you break all 206 of your bones. This is the best chance we got, alright?"

Michael's hand rested over said taser. It was one of the only things that would keep animatronics at bay, enough for Jeremy to get away.

"I'm not fragile." He huffed, looking down the hallway they came from to check for rogue animatronics.

"Babe, that's not what I meant. You're such a fucking badass but unfortunately your rotted bones and concrete floors probably don't mix well." His voice echoed through the room as Jeremy stuck his head in the vent shaft. "Fuck, it's so dusty in here."

"I hate that you have a point. Fine. Just... be careful, Jere." Michael stared down the dark hall, clutching the taser nervously. It may just be his paranoia, but Michael had a feeling they weren't alone.

Jeremy laughed. "I'm always careful! It's not everyday y- SON OF A BITCH!" A loud bang reverberated from the vent, and Michael saw Jeremy slip down a little from inside the vent. His metaphorical heart dropped to his gut as Jeremy fumbled for purchase. "I'm alright! Banged my head on the wall."

He let out a shaky breath. "You're gonna send me into cardiac arrest."

A noise down the hall caught Michael's attention.

"That's the plan, boss. If I-" Jeremy began, but Michael quickly shushed him.

"Jeremy, wait. Be quiet for a moment." Sensing the urgency in his voice, Jeremy stilled.

Michael brought the taser out, finger hovering over the trigger.

The darkness in the hall seemed to swirl and warp as Michael stared endlessly into it. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Come on.." Michael whispered.

"What's going on down there?" Jeremy said, trying his best to be quiet. The echoey vent negated his effort, but it was appreciated nonetheless.

He was beginning to see.. something.. in the hall. A faint glow. It was so faint he couldn't tell what color it was.

"I think we have company," He replied. The creature in the hall turned towards him as he spoke, seemingly just now hearing them. The glow was a warm yellow, similar to Fredbear's fur.

"Company? What do you mean company?"

The animatronic began lumbering towards him, unsteady on its feet. It was trying to run at him, but it didn't seem like it was working properly.

"Michael?"

He ignored Jeremy for the time being. As the animatronic got closer, he could see more of its shape. It was not a normal, bipedal shape. What kind of horrible monster did Fazbear's create? Did it put itself together? Was it infected with remnant? Agony?

"What the hell is that thing..?" Michael whispered in disbelief and confusion.

"What do you mean? Michael, what's going on?" Jeremy started to descend from the vent, but Michael stopped him.

"Stay up there. There's an animatronic in the hall. It's slow though, and it doesn't look like it's working correctly. It'll probably be out in one or two shocks if it isn't contaminated." Michael finally answered Jeremy's questions, tightening his grip on the taser as it fully came into the light.

It was..

"It's you..?" Michael breathed. He took a few steps back as it quickened its pace.

Mangle stood before him, shambling across the concrete. He couldn't tell what she was thinking, but to him Mangle looked like he was going to attack.

"Which one is it?" Jeremy sounded a bit panicked, which was understandable. Michael wasn't exactly being transparent with him about what was happening.

Michael couldn't tell him. He wasn't sure how he'd react to Mangle being here.

Mangle got low to the ground, wiggling her body. He then lunged for Michael, who activated the taser and shoved it against Mangle's exposed endoskeleton.

She went down with a pitiful whine and a thump as his body hit the concrete floor. Mangle spasmed, jerking every so often as his components were activated by the jolt.

"I'm coming down there!" Jeremy, fed up with his non-answers, made his way out of the vent before Michael could protest. He fell onto the crates they'd stacked up to get there, clambering down to the concrete floor.

Jeremy paused, seeing Mangle writhing on the ground.

"What's Mangle doing here..?" He asked, coming to stand beside Michael. Michael couldn't tell if Jeremy was scared, but grabbed his hand anyway, just in case. He gave it a squeeze.

"I don't know. She seems really broken up and rusted. I think Fazbear's finally scrapped him. But something's keeping her running and I don't know what. It's been almost a decade since and.." Michael gestured to the robot, Mangle gazing up at them with a single yellow eye. The glow seemed dimmer than it had before.

He watched Jeremy closely as he mulled over the new information. Michael ran his thumb over the back of Jeremy's hand, tracing circles around his knuckles.

"Yeah. Something's off about him.." Jeremy trailed off, a small frown decorating his lips.

"Off?" Michael probed for more information. To him, Mangle seemed pretty normal, despite the wear and tear. Well, he did suppose that the whining coming from her voice box was a little strange.

"I can't explain it, but she feels weird to me. He wasn't like.. that before." Jeremy fumbled for the right words, his eyes never leaving the faintly convulsing animatronic at their feet. Mangle blinked up at them.

Before Michael could ask what he meant, Jeremy slipped his hand out of Michael's and crouched down to Mangle's level. He got ready to pull Jeremy back up, or at least taser the damn thing, but something in his gut told him not to.

He still got his taser ready, though.

Jeremy reached out to her, holding his hand to Mangle's nose like one does with a stray cat. Mangle's dandelion eye creaked softly as he locked onto Jeremy's hand. Her face moved closer to him, and Michael tensed, ready to tase him if she acted up.

Mangle bumped his nose into Jeremy curiously, twitching with electrical shocks. Every time Mangle spasmed, Michael's hand gripped the taser a little tighter.

Jeremy brought his hand up, running his palm over Mangle's smooth head. She leaned forward into his touch, closing his eye in what Michael could barely believe was bliss.

"Hey, Mangle. You're not so bad, are you?" Jeremy murmured, lightly scratching Mangle's plastic shell behind her ears. Mangle's voice box whirred, emitting a sharp static-y noise that didn't seem to bother Jeremy. "You like that, don't you?" He chuckled, positioning himself so that he was sitting on the floor.

It was like watching Jeremy playing with a cat. Mangle was eating up his affection like he'd been starving for it. Michael's grip on the taser loosened.

Mangle surged forward, surprising both Jeremy and Michael, knocking Jeremy onto his back. Michael instantly had his taser out and pointed at Mangle.

"Mike, Mike, chill, it's okay. She's not gonna hurt me." Jeremy reassured him from his place trapped under Mangle. The animatronic settled down on top of Jeremy, his snout buried in the crook of Jeremy's neck.

Michael didn't lower the taser.

He didn't trust anything William had gotten his hands on, especially not one that gave Jeremy an involuntary fucking lobotomy. Michael trusted Jeremy, truly he did, but that thing had been tainted by the Afton curse and was dangerous.

Michael would not let anybody else get hurt.

"Put down the taser," Jeremy said more forcefully.

"Not until that thing gets off you," Michael replied, his hand shaking. He kept his eyes trained on Mangle for any and all movements. But she didn't move.

"He's not going to hurt me," Jeremy argued, bringing his hands up to stroke Mangle again.

"It already did. You don't know that it won't."

"I do know that. She didn't mean to hurt me."

Michael wanted to just tase the thing and get it over with. "How the fuck do you know that, Jeremy!? How do you know that whatever the hell caused it to bite you won't suddenly happen again!? Tell me, seriously, how do you know?!" Why didn't Jeremy understand he was trying to keep him safe? Michael was already an irredeemable monster, he didn't want Jeremy to go down the same path he did.

Jeremy sat up, scaring the shit out of Michael as his movements jostled Mangle. His mind briefly flashed back to the moment he'd found Jeremy bleeding out in the Jr's Safe Room, the management too incompetent to bother calling an ambulance for him.

He remembered the moment he'd pried open the jaws of Fredbear to see his little brother's blood and brain matter sprayed all over the inside of the bear.

He wouldn't let Jeremy become another Evan. Not on his watch.

Mangle looked up at Jeremy curiously, adjusting his limbs to sit more comfortably on Jeremy's lap. Her eyes turned to Michael, and he noticed the glow was brighter. Much brighter.

"I don't know, okay?! I just.. I just know! I feel different with him. Everything feels brighter, like- like I can see better and think clearer, but not? I don't understand why I know but I know. Please, Mike, just trust me." Jeremy begged, his glowing baby blue eyes filled with tears.

Wait.

Glowing?

Jeremy's eyes didn't glow. He wasn't tainted by remnant like Michael was. He wasn't fueled by agony like the animatronics were.

Fueled by agony. Michael's eyes flicked to Mangle's. Jeremy's death was agonizing. It was slow. A piece of Jeremy fueling Mangle after all these years, still going. Whatever William had done to Mangle had been purified by Jeremy, and somehow he knew it.

A little piece of Jeremy. He wondered if Jeremy felt it when he shocked Mangle. God, he'd shocked Jeremy. He'd shocked a piece of Jeremy's pure soul.

Michael met eyes with Jeremy again. Slowly, he lowered the taser. "I trust you. More than anything." Michael put the taser back in his pocket. "I'm sorry for raising my voice. I- I shouldn't have."

Jeremy smiled. He had such a pretty smile; his eyes were always warm when he looked at Michael. Michael hated that he could never truly do the same for Jeremy. He deserved so much better than a broken, misshapen horror, deemed unworthy by even a deranged child-murdering psychopath.

"It's okay. I know you're just trying to keep me safe, and I really appreciate that, but Mangle's changed. I don't know why I know, or how she changed but I just do." Jeremy turned his head back to Mangle, who bumped his snout on Jeremy's jaw, begging for more petting.

Still eyeing Mangle a bit warily, Michael carefully sat down next to Jeremy. He looked surprised Michael had sat down next to Mangle moments after threatening him with a shock that may have destroyed her entire system.

Michael almost destroyed a part of Jeremy's soul.

What a fucking monster he was. He really was no better than his father.

"I think I... understand now." Michael said.

"Really? That was fast."

He elected to ignore that. "I think the reason why you feel like that is because Mangle's being powered by the agony from the bite."

"Wouldn't that just make him more volatile like everything else that's been infected?" Jeremy asked.

Michael shook his head. "Not in this case. Y-" He paused, unsure of how to word it without being too self deprecating. Jeremy had been trying to break him of that habit for a while now. "An Afton's agony corrupts. I don't think yours does."

Jeremy gave him a Look. Well, Michael had tried at least. "Mike..."

Michael held up his hands. "Okay, I tried to make it sound better! It might not even be agony, anyway. William did note that other emotions also had power, not just agony."

"So, basically, I fixed whatever William did to her at the cost of normal brain function," Jeremy summarized, giving Mangle the petting of a lifetime. If he was any more comfortable, she would be melting into a puddle. "Awesome."

"Pretty much. Well, that's my working theory. It would also explain why your eyes are glowing," Michael commented, watching as Jeremy paused in his ministrations.

"Pardon?"

"Your eyes are glowing," He repeated.

Jeremy brought a hand up to his eyes, looking at the blue glow reflected on his skin. "I guess that's why I can see better."

"And the reason you can think clearer is probably because both parts of your soul are together."

He hummed. "That explains a lot, actually..."

Michael rested his head on Jeremy's shoulder. "Like what?"

"Well.. before you start freaking out, it didn't hurt, but I felt Mangle get shocked." Jeremy admitted, bringing his hand up to card his fingers through Michael's hair.

"I'm sorry." He sighed, closing his eyes. Not that he'd ever admit it out loud, but he was very much enjoying the feeling of Jeremy's blunt nails on his scalp. Michael was beginning to understand why Mangle liked it so much.

It almost felt like a part of his own soul was in front of him too.

Wow. Fuck, that was sappy. Gross.

"You didn't know. I mean, the last time you saw Mangle was after the bite, so.. if I were in your shoes I probably would've shocked her too." Mangle's voice box shrieked at that. "No offense Mangle, but you did turn my frontal lobe into a slushy, so I think I have the right to say that."

"Still, though. I shocked you. Fuck, I really am just like him. I don't know why you still want me when I just destroy everything I touch."

He felt Jeremy breathe in sharply to reply, but was interrupted by the sound of something scraping against concrete.

Michael felt something cool press against his cheek and opened his eyes to find Mangle nudging his face with his nose. When Mangle noticed his eyes were open, she bonked his cheek into Michael's face, rubbing the length of her snout across it first.

She pressed his mouth into the side of Michael's face, giving him a few licks to try and cheer him up. Michael laughed quietly at the ticklish feeling.

He brought his hand up to rub the back of her head, his voice box crackling with delight.

"See? Neither of us are mad, and you're not like William, alright? You don't destroy anything, and I'll keep telling you that until you believe me."

Michael really didn't deserve Jeremy, and told him as such. The other just laughed.

"Well you're stuck with me now- doesn't matter if you deserve me or not," Jeremy said. Mangle chirruped happily, seeming to agree.

"We should probably continue searching the warehouse, shouldn't we?" Michael smiled lightly.

"We're taking Mangle with us, right?" Jeremy asked, but it seemed more like a demand. Michael wouldn't ever dream of separating Jeremy's soul. He wouldn't wish that on anybody.

Well, except for one person.

"Of course we are. She's growing on me." Mangle seemed very pleased at that, his voice box rumbling in something similar to a cat's purr but rougher.

"I think we have a solution to our conundrum," Jeremy commented, Michael humming in confusion.

"What conundrum?" He asked.

"We can just send Mangle through the vent. I'm sure she wouldn't get hurt."

Mangle perked up, scuttling off of Jeremy and eying the vent on the ceiling. He didn't look unsteady anymore, presumably having been energized simply by being around Jeremy.

That only raised the question of what exactly was powering her, because agony was the only emotion strong enough to animate the inanimate. But Jeremy was right, he wasn't volatile. As much as Michael hated to think it, Jeremy's agony probably would have at least made Mangle a little more aggressive.

But she just seemed like an excitable dog. He swayed on her feet, so happy that he couldn't stay still.

Michael decided to table that thought for another time. Jeremy always said he needed to appreciate the things he had instead of waiting for things to go wrong, so that's exactly what he'd do.

"She looks like he wants to, so I guess we can let her up there." Mangle galloped over to the crates and expertly scaled them, latching onto the vent eagerly. "Just come back if you find anything."

He slinked inside the vent, moving far quicker than either Michael or Jeremy could. Within minutes, she was back.

Mangle hung from the ceiling, head poking out of the vent. It reminded Michael of his one night at Jr's where Mangle would hang from the office ceiling, jaw open and ready to bite. Except this time Mangle's ears were pointed at attention with his head cocked to the side, an almost perfect imitation of a dog.

"Did you find anything?" Jeremy asked from their place at the bottom of the crate stack. Mangle's voice box whirred and static filled the room, which Jeremy seemed to understand perfectly.

Michael did not, though, so maybe he'd fix Mangle's voice box once they got out of here.

"Radical, dude." Jeremy turned to Michael. "She says that the vents lead to a room on the other side of the barricade and he can take us there."

"So we've gotta both go in there?"

Jeremy nodded. "Unfortunately, yes. But she's good with vents, so we'll be fine." He began climbing up, Mangle pulling him inside.

"Alrighty then," Michael murmured. He scaled the crates, taking Jeremy's hand as he pulled Michael up.

The vents were dusty, and half the time he was afraid they'd break under their weight, but Mangle guided them through safely.

They landed in what looked to be another storage room, with open boxes filled with rusty metal parts.

Mangle started sniffing around, toppling over boxes and spilling out their contents. Jeremy fumbled around in the dark, sticking his hands in unlabeled boxes for anything interesting.

Unimpressed, Michael turned on his flashlight.

The room was virtually empty. Every item that could've been useful was too rusty to restore. Everything that wasn't rusted was broken.

So, they moved on to the next room, and the one after that.

"Still nothing?" At this point Michael was beginning to be annoyed by how little was here.

"Nope," Jeremy affirmed. "Just this trapdoor."

Both Mangle and Michael gave each other a look.

"And you didn't think to mention it before?" Michael said in exasperation. Jeremy had the decency to look sheepish. God, if Michael didn't absolutely adore this man he'd take a crowbar to his face. "Whatever, let's just open it and see what's in there. If we're lucky, William had a secret camp in there like he did in Circus Baby's."

Mangle didn't need to be told twice, bouncing over to where Jeremy was and using his mouth to pry it open. They headed into the trapdoor, Michael taking the lead with his flashlight.

As luck would have it, a room lay under the door. It was almost empty, but the few things that were there were very intriguing to Michael.

A few jars lay on the metal table, with a blueprint and a syringe laying in front of them. In the other part of the room, a half-constructed animatronic stood.

"Well this is concerning," Jeremy remarked.

Michael walked over to the table and ran his fingers across it. They came back coated in a thick layer of dust. "I know William's been here, but certainly not recently. It's probably been a good couple of years."

"Is there anything in here we can use?" Mangle was sniffing at the animatronic and looked dismayed by its lack of movement. Jeremy glanced around the room, looking at mostly empty shelves.

Sighing, Michael picked up one of the jars. There was a substance inside it, a vaguely transparent, shimmering and purple-ish goop. He'd seen it before when he went back to Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental. It was stored in the Scooper, in a tank labeled 'Remnant Reservoir'. He'd collected as much as he could and done as much research on it as he could.

Michael had found some of William's notes and journals describing it. He called it the 'secret to everlasting life'.

Michael called it an abomination.

"Remnant," He answered. "And judging by the syringe, he'd either been injecting it into the animatronics like he did with the Funtimes... or himself."

Jeremy walked over to stand at his side, peering down at the contents of the table. "What's this blueprint for?"

Setting down the jar, Michael quickly scanned the blueprint. "Seems like it was for a scrapped Toy animatronic called 'Toy Sparky'. Looks like a dog one." He pointed to the dog's chest cavity. "And it seems like William was going to start his kid snatching at Jr's before it closed down."

Jeremy clicked his tongue. "He did start. That's why the bots were acting up the week I did nightshift. The place was closed for investigation, remember?"

"I do remember, yes." Michael nodded. "He must've been killing kids and collecting their remnant during dayshift to get this much of it."

"Well, I was only on dayshift one day to work the party, and I think by then he'd tampered with the animatronics and skipped town." Jeremy picked up the jar closest to himself. "Guess he forgot a few things before he left."

Michael furrowed his eyebrows. "He wouldn't just forget remnant. He's too clever to just leave it here. Which means he either left in such a hurry that he couldn't come back to every single location..." He shared a look with Jeremy. "...or he didn't get a chance to leave."

"So you think he's dead?" He asked.

Mangle came up beside them to rest her head on the table. "I think someone got to him first. He hasn't been arrested, it would've been all over the news, but I think something happened to him that prevented him from coming back. After all, he used a secret identity to work at Jr's right under the pigs' noses. He'd do it again if he got the chance."

Jeremy set the jar of remnant back next to the others. "At least we've got a general time he went missing. It must've been just after Jr's closed, or in the couple years after."

Michael slammed his fists on the table, making Jeremy jump in surprise. "Fantastic! We've been on a fucking wild goose chase for the past ten goddamn years! He isn't even in Hurricane anymore!" He hung his head, his shoulders hunched.

Jeremy placed a hand on his back, and Mangle nuzzled his arm. "It hasn't been for nothing. We freed the Missing Children, you destroyed the Toy animatronics, and we know that your sister is still in Hurricane. It's a setback, sure, but we know he hasn't been to any other Freddy's since no murders or missing children's incidents have happened. We're not giving up this easily."

Michael nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I'm not done yet. He's gonna die and I'm gonna fucking kill him."

"Yeahhh... That's the spirit.." Jeremy said, less enthused about Michael's plot to murder William than he was.

"Let's get this stuff and get out of here. I need to do some more research." Michael grabbed two of the three jars while Jeremy grabbed the third.

"Sounds good, Mike," Jeremy replied.

The three of them climbed out of the secret office and tried to navigate through the facility. They only got lost a few times before finding the exit.

They exited on the wrong side of the building, so they had to walk around to get to the car. Figuring out how to get Mangle in proved challenging for all of three seconds before Jeremy suggested putting the backseats down.

Mangle fit pretty snug in the car, resting his head on that stupid thing between the driver's seat and the passenger seat. Michael could never remember what it was called no matter how hard he tried to remember it.

Looking over at Jeremy, who was fiddling with the radio, he smiled. Even if they hadn't found anything groundbreaking, it was worth it to see Jeremy happy.

And if happy meant bringing home a killer animatronic, then so be it.

Maybe once William was dead they could be a real family. Maybe he could finally put his old life to rest. Maybe.. Maybe..

Oh, who was he kidding?

He was never going to be able to rest.

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that-darn-clown · 5 months ago

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i asked myself "should i make a self insert for myself in the Rewrite? like not even a canon lil dude, just for fun?"

the answer was "Yes," obviously.

so now, prepare yourself for:

Dahlia/Damian "Dandy" Meadows (< swapped to a more masc sounding name later in the timeline)

so. some basic facts:

27 in 1982, 28 in 1983, 30 in 1985. birthday is the same as mine: September 13th.

a bit younger than Henry and Will.

is effectively the third business partner, represented by....Sparky the Dog!! (yep, Sparky's here! he's not entirely canon in the actual Rewrite: he was an idea for an additional springlock suit, but was scrapped early on in the planning phase. Henry still has the blueprints, though)

goofy but anxious and awkward guy. doesn't mean he doesn't have a bite to him.

mayhaps has a slight crush on Henry...don't mind the fact she's married-

speaking of...well, it's a sad situation, their marriage to their husband at the time. had a child young, just when it was 17 years old. got married to the father of the child the next year. it was never a...happy marriage, however. it was clear that one (major) misstep was all that would be needed to end in either abandonment or divorce on the husband's end. (< not foreshadowing at all don't you worry :))

the child? well, she named them Fern at first, but they like going by Theo(dore) better :]

so y'know. everything's going well...

until-

1982:

when Liz died, Dandy was there for William as much as xe could've been. this pretty much got xeir husband accusing xem of cheating on him with Afton (xe was very much Not doing that).

then Charlie dies. process repeats with Henry. now her husband's accusing her of having an affair with two men. reminder that while Rewrite!Dandy does have feelings for Henry, for obvious reasons, she didn't act on those feelings for a while.

MCI happens, and even Dandy is suspected. listen, if Dandy ever commits a murder, for one, it'll most likely be because he was pushed into it/snapping. (< more Definitely Not foreshadowing :)) two, it'd be incredibly obvious.

all in all, not a good year :/ also for Theo, who lost his friend (Charlie).

1983:

shit gets worse.

Theo attempted to stop Alex from bullying Cassidy, but it didn't work. they still blame themself for it.

when Cassidy dies, Dandy is back trying to comfort William. funny, though, how there never seemed to be a confirmed cause of death for the kid, and how insistent William was on burying him in the woods...

and yes before you ask, their husband is back to accusing them of having an affair. (not like he ever really stopped, though-)

1985:

The Year Everything Goes Wrong For Dandy (and Theo) Specifically™

it's March, just a couple of months before the bodies will finally be found. Theo had turned 13 just a couple of weeks prior to this.

Dandy was keeping an eye on their child that Saturday. doing work at Freddy's. but, of course, Theo's not a little kid anymore. they can take care of themself. so when Theo wanders off, Dandy doesn't say anything.

Theo runs into William (who he's gotten bad feelings about ever since Charlie's murder), and William goes "hey kid uh wanna see something cool 🙂 just wanna show you something pinky promise🙂"

and...well, as shady as this motherfucker had gotten in Theo's eyes, he was a family friend. What Could Go Wrong??

turns out, William Wasn't Content With Just Killing The Kid Of One Of His Business Partners!

he had strangled Theo using some old wires, a few of which dug into his neck and caused a few cuts. William's not sure which killed him first: the asphyxiation, or potentially choking on his own blood.

he hid their body inside of the Sparky suit, just until he could move it without being noticed later that night.

Dandy Has The Exact Reaction To Discovering Its Child Was Missing You'd Think It Would.

to make matters worse, upon finally getting home that evening (after having multiple breakdowns and panic attacks over all of this mind you), xeir husband pretty much blames all of this on xem. because xe wasn't watching Theo. if xe had been watching, maybe Theo would still be here. if xe had been a good parent, Theo would still be here. after a lengthy argument about this (which was mostly xeir husband yelling at xem and blaming xem for this all happening), xeir husband storms out. xe gets mailed divorce papers the next morning.

oh but you wanna know the fucked up thing William did while hiding Theo's body?? you wanna know??? well i'll tell you! since this all happens during William's Very Fucked Up Era (1985-1993), William does, as you can guess, a Fucked Up Thing! he buries Theo's body in Dandy's backyard. specifically in the empty flowerbed back there. Dandy's baby has been laying in their backyard this whole time. (well...the body, at least...)

The Rest of the Story/The Aftermath:

Hello William. Henry's Extra Suspicious Of You Now.

both William and Henry go to comfort Dandy but. y'know. Henry's Comfort Is Obviously More Genuine.

after Henry leaves post-Body Discovery (do you think Dandy waited, with a glimmer of hope, that their baby would be found. that they'd get closure with the other parents. do you think that hope disappears. do you think they envy the families that get to bury their children), Dandy still stays behind with William to run the business. Dandy's not where the Questionable Business Decisions come from, though: that's still Will and the guy that he gets to take Henry's place specifically.

Dandy sorta changes his legal first name to Damian at around this time, as well as started getting more masc at around this point in general (good for him).

Dandy to William in 1987: You think a depressed/grieving person could make this?! (very detailed sketchbook pages of "Toy Sparky," as well as doodles of Theo that state "My very alive child that isn't dead enjoying the restaurant 😊")

so...here's the thing about me and shipping characters is that my reasoning for it falls into one of three categories: 1) I Ship It 'Cause It's Canon, 2) I Ship It For Personal Enjoyment Reasons (i think it'd be fun to explore, crackship, i think they fit rather well together, etc.), and 3) I Ship It For Psychological Horror Reasons (listen. sometimes i see ships where either one or both parties won't be happy in the relationship to me, and i decide Y'know What. I'm Gonna Put These Two Together For Angst Reasons)

all of this to say, I Ship Rewrite!William And Rewrite!Dandy Together For Psychological Horror Reasons :)

i don't think i need to explain the Psychological Horror part. like. i think it's pretty obvious.

the thing is that Dandy and Henry are also...A Thing. William's aware of that but doesn't give too much of a fuck. it's like a weird love triangle but Not.

Henry doesn't get mad about it either, surprisingly. why would he get mad at someone when they don't know?

of course the relationships are...very different. William and Dandy are more like...it's clear that this was a relationship where, in any other circumstance, it shouldn't last this long because the foundation's as stable as a house of cards. were this not a relationship born out of Dandy's Pure Mental Instability and William desperately trying to keep the Jenga Block tower from collapsing on top of him specifically, it probably would've lasted like a week. with Henry, however...that foundation was there. he and Dandy have more genuine feels for each other. you get what i'm saying??

Dandy also [REDACTED] with both Will and Henry, just at different points in the timeline.

this goes on, William gets springlocked, you get the gist.

It Is 2005. Henry Decides Now Is A Good Time To Tell Dandy About The Bullshit.

Dandy Takes This As Well As You'd Imagine.

now...how Dandy's story ends, i haven't thought it through yet. in a better path, Henry decides to let Dandy beat the fuck out of Scraptrap with a pipe, but doesn't tell her about the fire, she continues living. maybe adopts a kid later on too once she starts putting her life back together. bad ending is she isn't really told about a lot but finds out anyway, and then dies in the fire while beating the fuck out of Scraptrap (after Will killed Henry) with a pipe. bonus thing after the bad ending: he becomes the antithesis of Malhare, being a protector of sorts.

now...as for Theo: VENGEFUL SPIRIT 2, BABYYY!!!

yeah...Theo's not too happy about the whole...Being Murdered Thing. but i'll discuss Theo more in another ask. poor kid :( all you need to know for now is that they're sort of the more...terrifying Vengeful Spirit.

and finally, have a meme:

Theo to William as a ghost: DID YOU FUCK MY MOM, AFTON?!

I don't think polyamory will help this situation, in fact I think it will make it worse. That being said I think they should give it a shot anyways

#the clown! it speaks!#dandy i am so incredibly normal about this. im gonna vomit this is my favorite thing ever

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yandere--stuck · 4 years ago

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Yandere!Springtrap x Reader Headcanons

💛 You had always been interested in animatronics, ever since you were young. Ironically, it had started with your visits to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria as a child. In spite of all the urban legends and rumors attached to the franchise, you only had fond memories of the place, especially the animatronics. You couldn't recall what your original favorite of the bunch were, but as you got older, your interest turned more toward the original animatronics from the older establishments. And that's why you had been so excited about the new Fazbear Frights attraction! If the forums were right, the people running it had actually gotten their hands on one of the originals! Either Fredbear or SpringBonnie for sure! You couldn't wait to see it…!

🐇 … But, then the attraction burned down before it had even opened. And now here you were, sneaking under police lines to see if there was still a chance you could see it, to capture at least one piece of your childhood again - hell, maybe you could even salvage some merch, or maybe even a part of the animatronic!... If it hadn't been completely lost in the fire. You skilled around the building, brushing against the charred remains of the building, suddenly regretting all of your life choices, when you spot it - nearly making you jump as you spotted a slumped over figure just out of periphery. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears as your vision adjusts. Your mouth drops open - you can't believe it. It's him! It's him!!! SpringBonnie! God, maybe even the original SpringBonnie! You immediately rush over to the animatronic, smile beaming, kneeling down to look over the bot. He's busted up, broken, burnt (and, God, it reeked, too), but was still somehow all in one piece, and in pretty good condition for something that survived a fire! Glancing to the side of the building, it looked as though there was once a window there - as though something had pushed the SpringBonnie out. Perhaps to save it? Recovering from the adrenaline pumping through you, you shrugged and began dragging the bot back to your car. You'd always wanted one of them, but never had enough money to buy one off one of those auction sites! And… You swear you hear breathing besides your own as you drag the poor bot, but try your best to write it off as your imagination.

💛 And you certainly had not expected to wake up face-to-face with a large rabbit animatronic that was practically falling apart at the scenes. Because it shouldn't be able to stand or walk or - or stare into you with big, sad eyes and croak out, "Help…" You screamed and shot out of bed, trying to press yourself against the wall opposite to it, too afraid to consider running for the door or taking your eyes off the machine. The SpringBonnie turned slowly, seemingly groaning in pain, reaching out for you, but didn't move from his spot. Slowly, he managed to calm you, promising he wouldn't hurt you, soothing you enough to hear his story. Apparently, he had been someone who had worked at one of the Fazbear Establishments. The poor dear had almost been killed - beaten and stabbed and forcibly stuffed into one of the SpringBonnie suits, with the springlocks having gone off, sealing him inside the suit. It was a miracle the poor thing was even alive. You immediately started to pull out your phone, but he stopped you - he had spent so long inside the suit that he had forgotten so much of who he was before, and a bit of his mind had picked up some of the AI within the robot. He was no longer the man he used to be, so there wasn't much any hospital or authorities could do for him.

🐇 Even as you tried to care for "Springtrap" (as he called himself), you still asked if he was sure he didn't want to see a hospital or somewhere that could help him, but he refused. Springtrap admitted, trembling (probably out of both pain and fear) that he'd be thought a monster, or killed, or even worse, his would-be killer would find out and return to finish the job. Of course, he was terrified - you would be, too, in his situation. So, you figured if he couldn't be convinced to go now, you could somehow manage to change his mind later. For now, you chose to focus on cleaning him up and making him comfortable. Apparently, he couldn't expose the suit to water, so you made the best of the limitations you had and made sure to be careful of the springlocks, cleaning him carefully (and trying not to gag as you saw the exposed muscle and flesh beneath). The final product was a big improvement, and it must have made Springtrap happy to be some semblance of clean. You helped him to the couch and made sure he was comfortable - and together, you talked for hours, about what had happened to Springtrap, who you were and what you had been doing upon finding him, everything Springtrap had missed over the years…

💛 You had originally considered eventually convincing Springtrap to go somewhere for professional help, but… God, he just got so scared whenever something like that came up in conversation… But, it was also out of selfishness. You couldn't help but kick yourself for it, but you had grown attached to Springtrap. You didn't want him to leave. It had been so lonely before you found him, but now you had someone who genuinely appreciated you and your company, who liked being around you, loved it actually, who you found you could talk to about anything. It made you feel so guilty, especially as you felt your feelings becoming more and more… Romantic. So you tried your best to make up for it, making him a special meal (turns out he somehow doesn't need to, or can't, eat), getting him the softest and fluffiest pillows to rest on, being there for him, practically coming at his beck and call, buying him painkillers so that he can feel something besides pain. You just felt like you needed to make it up somehow, even if Springtrap said you had done more than enough.

🐇 One night, you had finally confessed to him. William - though, he had gotten used to being called "Springtrap", he loved the way it rolled off your tongue - had been laying against you, head resting against your stomach. Oh, poor darling, you had been so guilty and conflicted - and Springtrap relished in it, grinning darkly under his mask. And he confesses back, of course. How could he not fall for you? His little hero, his savior. So sweet, so kind, so trusting. So loving. He had learned to love from you… But, he was still William Afton. He could not share, and he loved being in control. He hadn't even felt this way with his own wife. You were special. You were his. All his! So, he lies. He says he was a poor victim of some serial killer (Ha! If you had any idea just how wrong that was…), matching up with the rumors surrounding Fazbear Entertainment. Saying that he had lost his memory had added additional pity, and part of him thought he had gone too far with the whole "part of me has become one with animatronic" thing, but you were just so adorably naive and ate it right up! It was truly precious. You were lucky you had found him, he'd take care of anyone who tried to manipulate you… Well, besides himself, of course. It was so easy to make you feel obligated to help him, to feel like you were inherently selfish… To make you love him, to love him like he loved you. And he does, and he told you as such. He struggled to pick himself up and press the snout of his mask against your lips, nuzzling against you. Oh, how he loved you so… Underneath his mask, William chuckles as he thinks to himself, That was easier than I thought it would be.

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