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fandomwritingbit · 1 year ago

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Could you do one with William afton's wife walks in on him putting the bead boy in the Freddy suit and he knows she would tell but he doesn't really want to kill her but she would try to take they're daughter away from him

Hiya, finally got around to doing this one lol. I broke two of my fingers at work so this was a mare to type lmao. Hope you enjoy!

Red-handed.

William x wife reader

Warnings: child murder, threat, violence, reader makes a bad decision.

Something felt off the second you entered the building. The air is heavy with knowledge you don't have a clue about, but it still chills you, making you pull your cardigan tighter around your shoulders. Your husband should be here somewhere, no doubt sorting something out that happened earlier in the day; he often made use of late hours for work, leaving you home alone and frankly bored. But tonight was different, call it a sixth sense, but sat at home watching it get later and later you just knew something was wrong. So here you are, looking for your partner and silently begging for him to be alright.

If something happened to him you don't know what you'd do.

This place is full of potential accidents, those mascot death traps being at the top of the list. Since you met William all those years ago, the thought of his creations being his downfall nestled in the back of your mind. You thank the stars every day that your children aren't as scared of the animatronics as you are.

Your footsteps are the only thing you can hear in the building, the usually lively corridors hushed with the silence of after hours. It's creepy as all Hell, but the knowledge of your husband being here somewhere was a great comfort. You try ringing him. Again. Your phone is ringing but his is deadly quiet. It must have run out of battery because you can't hear it in the building.

Eventually you've made your way to the back offices, calling for William as you peek in his office, then Henry's, both are empty. But a coat hook proves to you he's here, his jacket hung up on it from the end of the hallway looking almost like a figure standing there.

You're starting to feel a little bit pointless, looking from room to room, including the showroom for William, each coming to no avail. There's only one place you haven't been, and his words replay in your mind as you recall a previous conversation. "Don't come in here without me. It's not safe." You asked him why at the time and he frowned. "It's full of endoskeletons and unfinished characters." He answered bluntly, before adding, "Not to mention it's practically made of asbestos."

And you listened. Until now. It's a push come to shove situation, you have no choice but to look in there, though you still feel a tingle of guilt as you approach the door. The ‘parts and service’ sign amplifies your apprehension. Reaching out for the handle, you hesitate as your fingertips brush against it, thinking about how William was going to react when he found out you've gone in here. But you push through, the worry of his well being outweighing any doubt.

The very second you open the door you’re greeted with the overwhelming stench of iron, familiar enough to you that you gasp. Blood, undoubtedly, the metallic smell invading your mind and stimulating an animalistic impulse to bolt, to get as far away from this scene as possible. You carry on, entering the room but unable to see anything due to large shelves blocking your view.

“William?” You speak, hardly audible. “William?!” You manage more firmly this time. There’s no response, but a sudden metal clanking sound rang out, making you flinch. It's enough to see you turn the corner in a panic, spurred by fear that your husband could be hurt. When you do you freeze, as if life was taken from your body and you suddenly became inanimate. It is subconscious, forcing you to look at the gruesome scene in front of you. You would look away if you could, you don't want to see the blood on the floor leading up his leg, coating his hands and the small, unmoving body within them. It’s like your mind needs you to know exactly how real this is. And you resent it.

A hoarse breathy sound leaves you as your husband glares at you, a cruel expression warping his features that you’ve never seen before. You want to ask what happened, but you don’t need to. Your eyes flicking around the room reveals it all. A knife dripping with red, the child dead and suspended above the open mascot suit.

“W-what…?” You start shakily. William grunts with the effort of lifting the corpse, steadying the suit with one hand as the other slowly drops the child inside, letting you watch in horror as he lowers them until it’s secure enough for him to let go. You continue staring, no legitimate train of thought in your mind, before he sighs, finally turning his attention to you.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, the question sharp, tinted with accusation like you had done something equal to him just by being here.

“I-I came to ch-check on you. I thought something had hap- something has happened. What is this, William?” As your speaking the gravity of this catches up to you, your husband has hurt- killed this child. And there’s no remorse in his face, just a cold realism. In the pit of your stomach you know that this wasn’t an accident and it terrifies you.

An almost amused expression crosses his face as he scoffs, but it’s still mean. “What have you done?” You’re suddenly incensed, a rage like you’ve never felt coursing through your veins. “What have you done?” You ask again, scowling. You’ve known this man for what felt like your whole life and now you hate him, he fucking disgusts you.

“Easy.” He raises his hands like he’s trying to defend himself, trying to justify the unjustifiable. “We can-” He steps towards you slightly and you immediately recoil.

He stiffened, his expression completely changing, as the grave and serious feeling finally reached him. He looks at you with an unnameable emotion, “Don’t you fucking dare flinch away from me.” It’s said so harshly, so venomously that a pang of fear spreads through your chest. All of a sudden you’re aware of what William is capable of and whilst it still repels you, the violent reality chills your blood. You’re alone, with him. With that.

He watches the cogs turn in your head. He always knew you’d find out who he is eventually. It's inevitable, if not exactly like this then through a firm knock on the door concealing two uniformed officers. What’s the saying? ‘All things done in darkness will come to light.’ Well, here’s the fucking light, and it’s looking at him like he’s a monster. And it equally pisses him off and excites him.

“Come here.” It’s an order.

“No, William… I…” There are tears in your eyes at the emotional whiplash you’re experiencing. When he again steps towards you, you jump back, bumping into the shelving behind you, odd objects clattering on the floor. “Dont! Don’t touch me.” You hiss, panic making you raise your hands to strike at him, him touching you seems like the worst thing imaginable. You hit him in the chest, then again in the face before he stops you, grabbing your wrists and banging them above your head. The force of it again shakes the shelves, proving your terror right.

“Don’t be fucking scared of me. I’ve never hurt you before, have I? Why would I start now?” He speaks through his teeth and it’s soberingly firm.

“Get off me.” You struggle against him, thrashing as much as his brutal grip will allow.

“You,” He lowers his head so he’s speaking directly in your face. “You are the mother of my children, I’m not going to lay a finger on you… Unless you make me.”

Instantly you go still, his threat thinly veiled but clear as crystal in the damp and bloody room. There’s a man you recognise. A man who likes to bargain. Only this isn’t business, it’s life or death, his life for yours.

“There you go. You need to get your head on straight, this is nothing to you.” And despite the poisonous hatred you feel you find yourself nodding, you have more than yourself to worry about and you’re as obligated to him as he is for you. For better or worse.

#fnaf #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton x you #fnaf smut #fnaf movie

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star-going-supernova · 9 months ago

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Gregory or Vanessa rummages around some stuff maintained from the old pizzerias. Some of it is comical or plain weird. Then they find recordings of phone guy. You could use Fnaf 1 or Fnaf 2 phone calls if you want. Night 4 and Night 6 of the respective games are the most unsettling from my perspective.

This prompt came from Gwedd on ao3! I really like how this one turned out :)

A Bad Night

Vanessa didn’t know why she was doing this. The recordings had to be a joke. But they’d been bothering her since she and Gregory had stumbled on them the other day while exploring rooms full of junk in the pizzaplex’s basement.

Obviously, there was some truth to them. The Glamrocks walked around at night too, after all. And they’d been dangerous for a time.

But—but all that stuff about shoving the night guard into a deadly suit, the so-called Bite of ’87, the screeching and banging, the garbled, incomprehensible murmuring—that couldn’t be real. It had to be a prank someone played on a new guy. It wasn’t like she’d been able to find anything online about someone losing their frontal lobe to an animatronic.

Other than passing mentions of it on questionable blogs and forums, of course. But that didn’t mean anything. Right?

Gregory had certainly found the recordings amusing, at least. He’d said they made for a good horror short story of sorts. He clearly hadn’t thought much more about them.

But the guy’s shaking voice—It’s… it’s been a bad night here. For me—wouldn’t leave Vanessa’s head. Every time she closed her eyes or had a moment of downtime, bits and pieces of the phone calls would drown out her thoughts.

And that was what led her here, to the room chock-full of old FE animatronics of all designs across decades of pizzerias.

Feeling a bit foolish, Vanessa skirted around the different suits, some empty, some with rusty, stiff endoskeletons still in them. Many were damaged, either with rot and mold or wear and tear. She poked at a few less hazardous-looking ones, not really sure what she was expecting to find.

“I’m being ridiculous,” she announced to her silent, dead audience with a nervous little laugh.

To prove to herself that she was making a mountain out of a molehill, she boldly picked up an old, brown, discolored Freddy head and gave it a little shake.

In the quiet stillness of the room, the tinkle of human teeth clattering to the floor was very, very loud.

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

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sourtomatola · 2 years ago

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Listen, I was a little too inspired by @xitsensunmoon Spooder Moom and @naffeclipse awesome drabble for it that I had to write my own

Something is not right at the pizzaplex.

Well, there’s always something wrong at the pizzaplex, but lately, it’s been worst than the usual angry parent or Monty breaking stuff.

Staffbots have been vanishing, just enough to be noticed before they begin to reappear. But there is always something wrong with them. It’s never the same, makes them act out, and is ALWAYS noticeable.

One came back painted in bright colors and kept crashing into light fixtures. Another came back appearing normal, but gave off a horrific stench that was impossible to get rid of despite not having any source of the smell.

Three came back joined at the hip.

They acted the same, but all talked at once in a frightening echo, it reminded you of Cerberus the guard of the underworld. Maybe that’s where these animatronic’s were vanishing, then getting chewed up and spit back out.

There was no camera footage of their disappearance, and the company was either too lazy or too cheap to fix these bots. They were either tossed or used for scrap.

There was a note in the basement that you noticed, saying how a box of parts had gone missing. You wondered if this evil scientist or whoever was taking these animatronic’s away had taken the box, possibly to build themselves a Frankenstein’s monster.

The next day, the daycare attendant went missing.

Your heart fell at the news of your dear friend going missing. He was one of the nicest animatronic’s in the plex, and the two of you really clicked as friends. The staffbots that went missing were only gone a day or two. You found yourself counting the days.

You were up to three when you decided to try to find them yourself. You doubted any of them have ever left the building. The staffbots, and Sun and Moon especially, stood out too much and couldn’t just be casually packed up in a car and driven off with.

You got out your flashlight and hid in the bathroom until you heard the overhead voice call for closing. Then you headed down to parts and service, deciding to start there. You never liked parts and service, and you knew Sun and Moon didn’t either. You’d bet they would be fighting to get out of there if they could. If they were awake. If they were okay.

You searched around the protective cylinder, the casing where the animatronic’s were put for repairs. All the tools here could be used by the evil scientist themselves. Almost no one was here at night, they could be storing Sun and Moon in a box, deactivated, and then work on them at night.

You never liked going into the protective cylinder, it reminded you too much of Loki’s prison from the avengers. You took a deep break and went inside. You wanted to be sure there weren’t any clues inside. Looking around, you didn’t see much out of the ordinary. That is, until, you looked at the chair where the animatronics sat. There were new scratches on it. MANY new scratches, all up and down the seat, as if there was many different sized animatronic’s who all clawed it up at once.

You looked down at the floor. There was more, leading out the door. You followed them out and to Monty’s door. You followed even as the scratches got lighter and lighter, barely visible, like they had been buffed out of the floor as much as possible.

Suddenly, the lights went out. Was it that time already? You got out your flashlight and tried to look for more scratching, but it was gone now. Completely buffed from the floor and too light to be seen by just a flashlight.

You sighed in frustration before realizing how quiet it was. Deadly silent in these dark back hallways. Except for one thing.

A very light, very distant music box. You couldn’t tell what the tune was, but tried to follow it anyways. It wasn’t the mini-music man’s song, or the song so well known in the elevators, but a different kind of familiar.

It starts to get louder as you head down the other Hallway, the one where there were no scratch marks. As you got closer to the music, you finally was able to recognize the tune.

Itsy bitsy spider.

A chill went up your spine, but you began to recognize another sound, coming from the same source. A whirling of mechanics’, the creaking of metal joints, and the clicking of what sounded like clockwork. These sounds were very familiar.

“Moon?” You called in the dark, looking for his glowing red eyes. He scared you when you first met him, but you were on good terms now, friends even. If that is still him that is.

“Moon is that you? Are you okay??” You call again, shining your flashlight around, even looking up as you knew he loved to get an aerial view of everything. The light touched something on the ceiling that quickly moved away, making your heart jump at the sight.

“Moon is that you??” You called. A clawed blue hand slips into view, as if it was trying to stay on a slippery slope but couldn’t help but slide into sight. No other animatronic in this place had such elegant hands.

“Moon! Oh there you are, I’ve been so worried! Please come down and talk to me, where have you been??” You ask desperately.

The music box suddenly stops, the silence now chilling you. But not nearly as much as the words that broke the silence.

“Lights. Out.” You hear Moon’s voice rasp harshly.

“M-moon, I can’t see in the dark. I need to see you, I need to know you’re okay!” You insist.

“LIGHTS! OUT!”

You flinched at his screeching tone, wondering if it would be better to just wait for the lights to come back on and talk to Sun, but before you could entertain the thought, Moon took advantage of your distraction and skittered away, making you lose sight of him completely.

“Moon? Moon wait!” You called and shined your light around, looking for him again, and hoping to get a better look at him.

A Thud came from behind you, but before you could turn to look. A hand snatched up your wrists, making you drop the flashlight.

You cried out from shock and fear before recognizing the hand once again. “Moon? Is that you?” You called and tried to turn, but froze as several more hands grappled you, keeping you from being able to turn and see him.

One hand holding your wrist, a second on your opposite shoulder. Another pare of hands held your hips in place, so that was four. Two more, holding your head to keep you from trying to turn your neck to see him. That’s six. You felt something else touching you, gently brushing around your body. Was that another set of hands?!

Your mind went to the deformed staff bots again, and your heart sank, realizing why the box of parts when missing.

“Oh Moon…” You say softly. The one free hand you had came up and gently touched the one on your hip. The hand flinched, but settled back in its place. You gently pried at it to link your fingers with it, cradling it comfortingly. You felt the fingers twitch slightly against your hand before holding yours back gently.

That’s when you noticed it was quivering.

“Moon…please let me see you.” You say softly.

You felt the other arms touching your boy start to quiver as well. They suddenly completely enclosed around you and held you tightly against Moon’s body. A completely foreign concept entered your mind.

Moon was scared.

“Moon…I won’t judge you…something terrible happened to you, didn’t it?” You asked softly.

“I’m fine.” He snaps, making you flinch.

“I’m here now Moon, you’re safe. You can help me find out who did this to you, right?” You asked gently.

The arms hugging you tightened, making you nervous. Even more so When a set of hand crept up your body and caressed your neck threateningly.

“No…I can’t…” He growled softly.

“They won’t hurt you again Moon, They’re going to get in huge trouble for damaging company property, they’ll probably go to jail so you’ll never-“

“ I. CAN’T! I don’t…” His grip weakened. You were finally able to turn and see his clawed-up faceplate. The glass of one of his optic’s was scraped in several places, but not completely broke. There were several poked holes around his optic’s, making it appear like he had many eyes from the glow of his optics His ruffled collar was shredded and there were many small holes in his pants. His torso was now surrounded by 3 extra sets of arms, giving his 8 in total. They looked hacked on, like someone just sawed into him and shoved the arms in the poorly made sockets.

You looked up to Moon’s face again as he quivered. “Oh Moon…” You frown and touch his face gently. He leaned in, letting out the sound of a sob.

You kept whispering quiet assurance, making him seem okay with the lack of his control.

“I…didn’t see their face…” He admitted sadly.

Many hands came up to touch yours, making him pause, like he hadn't quite had control of them all yet and kept using too many at a time. The hands on your neck slid up and combed through your hair gently.

You kept whispering quiet assurance, making him seem okay with the lack of his control.

“That’s okay Moon…lets just focus on taking care of you.” You assured gently.

#Spooder Moom #spider moon #8 arms #fnaf Moon #moondrop #robot horror #drabble #I love spiders

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number9robotic · 7 months ago

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Intro to RAPTURE ACADEMY

(so remember a few months ago I said I wanted to make a list of characters for a fighting game? It has a name now lol)

RAPTURE ACADEMY is a superhero/alternate history project centrally focused around the Rapture Academy and Institute for Superpowered Opportunists, a school thinly designed to raise supervillains. Primarily focusing on the stories and systems around a bunch of kids with intensely dangerous powers enrolled in a private academy headed by imprisoned supervillain No. 1 Angel as part of an internationally-backed plea deal. The kids are alright.

STUDENTS:

Anti (Canadian) - Analog horror-themed hoodie kid with dark powers (makes everything they hit distort like a broken VHS tape), surprisingly nice and wholesome and probably the least likely to actually become a career villain.

Hellbound ("Eastern European") - Princess sacrificed to a draconic ritual, became a half-dragon berserker who spends her time bound in magic chains. A demure sweetheart when lucid, murderous beast otherwise.

The Vigilante Smog Monster/"Smoggy" (Australian) - A swamp monster summoned by an indigenous tribe searching for a protector, can turn into sludge and murder smoke, wears enchanted wooden masks.

Twintails (Japanese) - two students in one! A male wizard apprentice and a female ninja apprentice from rivalling clans that were fused together by a trickster yokai; one person is in control at a time, they swap from sneezing.

IDKYS/I Don't Know You, Sorry (Filipino) - Aspiring idol/daughter to high-ranking entertainment execs with a literally hypnotic voice. Placed in school with a voice-to-computer TTS mask in order to be taught a lesson in humility, is the class queen anyway.

Magnus VI (American) - Indestructible cyborg cowboy built by a mad science firm who can explosively self-destruct any joint in his body before reassembling. Extremely arrogant. No one touches his hat.

Metal Alice (French) - Daughter of a supervillain who died and was brought back as a haunted animatronic unknowing that she died. Is a walking portal to the ghost dimension who can pull out all sorts of phantasmic metal weapons, from scissors to chainsaws.

Hot★Shot (Chinese) - Cocky martial arts prodigy, has fire abilities, up-and-coming superstar. Basically thinks he's the protagonist of a shounen fighting game, is a colossal asshole from it, yet is the popular jock regardless.

Vioelectrolysis (Motswana) - Upbeat mad scientist-in-training who fights using a giant modified fire-extinguisher that mixes chemicals for deadly use, as well as a bigass flail for deadly use. She may or may not be a mutant.

White Slate (Greek) - A living statue accidentally created by a mad artist, has the ability to turn people into stone with his touch. Is missing a face, sometimes paints one on for intimidation points. Mostly an emo boi who paints a lot.

zZomnia (Pakistani) - Phoneaholic teen haunted by nightmares that double as guardian spirits with insanely powerful weapons whenever she's asleep or is on the verge of it. Is constantly sleepy. Leave her alone.

Bitter Batter (N/A) - Just an ordinary girl with no superpowers, but a baseball bat, a silent death glare, and murderous intent. Originally a teen vagrant before being enlisted in the school. The most "normal" student and also the most fn terrifying

Moonlight Rosebloom Powderpuff of the Unside Neverlandian Court (Scottish?) - A bubbly (alleged) fairy noble from a (disputed) faraway realm hidden in a (presumably) magical garden. Wields (conversely very real) magic. It's very pink.

Ryvr Sticks (Ukrainian) - A scarecrow infected with a paranatural fungi giving him sapience, regeneration abilities, and hallucinogenic powers. Indisputably the class clown and source of gossip. Is a wicked breakdancer.

FACULTY:

No.1 Angel (███) - Headmaster, part-time supervillain, full-time asshole. thinks he's a superhero who deserves to protect humanity but then gave another superhero cancer using his light manipulation powers for trying to stop him.

Panopticon (███) - head of security, a silent dude in black armor and an old-timey diving helmet who sometimes appears unacknowledged to stare at everyone in class, in hallways, or off campus. Powers unknown.

Señor Heartpuncher (Mexican) - Teacher of self-defense. Retired lucha-themed super with a long history of being a hero, but once had a heel-turn and became teacher because he owed a favor to No.1 Angel. has the ability to absorb and reflect kinetic force, perfect for teaching kids how to hit punches then tank them

Drill Instructor Friday (Brazilian) - Teacher of phys ed. Acts like the scariest and most intense drill instructor you can think of. She's also a genuine werewolf. Comes up with some of the funniest PG-13-level insults imaginable and then punishes you for laughing at them.

OfOz (Haitian) - Teacher of paranatural arts (magic, anomalies, anything "supernatural"). Pretty chill and charismatic expert in the field, is able to split his soul/body separately. Only one half of him is teaching classes, other half is doing supervillainy elsewhere in the world.

DDDD (South Korean) - Teacher of technology arts. Is the head of a megacorp developing devices for supers, mostly villains. Teaches remotely from the other side of the world using a mini-mech suit that she pilots from her office. It has weapons. She forgets this. Frequently rants about her competitors and has to be reminded by her secretary to stay on topic.

Sir SPECTACULAR!!! (Swiss) and The Virtuoso (German) - Teacher and assistant teachers of theatrics (getting students to figure out their gimmicks/brand/performances as supers). They used to commit "theatre crimes" together with SPECTACULAR!!!'s super-conductor powers and Virtuoso's super-VR tech, turning cities into musicals. After turning the state of Oklahoma into a musical, they've settled down teaching kids and enjoy it.

Mr. Professor Von Ruin (Austrian) - "Teacher" of ethics (the legalities and philosophies of being a super). he is actually a cat. a super-intelligent, talking cat, pet of a supervillain, but a cat. he doesn't really teach, so his period's just a free block.

Miss Brutalist (Swedish) - Teacher of logistics (resourcing and management of being a super). No powers, actually runs a business designing HQs and lairs for various supers. Most of her assignments involve getting students to do paperwork for her projects.

Dr. Infinity-Plus (Hungarian) - Teacher of general sciences and maths. Has incredible foresight/caculation abilities, which drove him... not quite "insane" but very jaded, paranoid, and antsy. Will often derail classes to vent about existentially terrifying concepts. wears a Rubik's cube-like helmet to dampen his mind.

Sewn Chaos (Azerbaijani) - Teacher of home economics. Former career super before using her textile-manipulation powers to design costumes for others, helps the kids figure out their costumes. genuinely like everyone's favorite grandma up until she shares stories of all the f'd up villains she worked with. Good times!

DREADNAUT (Russian) - Head librarian. Ghostly cosmonaut afflicted by paranatural forces while on the moon, now has gravity powers but is stuck in a fugue state. manages the school's library containing vast resources... which is constructed upside-down in order to make it harder for kids to access.

Gutwrencher (Czech) - Head nurse. A zombie in all but name, has a flesh-mending/regeneration factor she can use to heal herself and others. Is constructed out of various necrotic body parts and stitching that often come apart at inconvenient times. Some students are attracted to her and don't know why.

Mr. BRB (Italian) - Head janitor (and also the only one). He's a necromancer who summons ghouls to help do the cleaning for him but often still leaves things dirty. Mostly chills out in his office to record his personal podcasts and offer advice to kids who ask nicely.

#oc #brainstorming #characterbuilding #superhero #rapture academy

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strawbubbysugar · 1 year ago

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hey, its me, the one who asked about the prosthetics, and i have returned with a (rushed) drawing of my little guys. my dudes, my creatures, my-

I dont think you’ve gotten many fighters for your submissions, so here are some deadly guys you can use if you like :)

Despite no one believing them when they say it, these two are twins! (not identical ofc) They are both trans and very close to one another, despite fighting all the time. The one on the left is named One, from the saying “And then there was one”, due to them being a terrifyingly efficient and silent assassin/fighter. (no one remembers their birth name, and they dont care enough to share it.) The one on the right is named Vee, but everyone calls him Two, after his sibling’s name.

One (they/it, demi/bi) is a scarily efficient assassin / fighter who became selectively mute after suffering through a massive explosion (where the bad scars came from) and losing their right arm and the ring finger on their left arm. They’re blind in their right eye, and took their prosthetic off the body of a dead animatronic. They took the arm out of survival instinct, but it made for a very useful intimidation tool, and it works really well as a replacement arm so why change it? They’re quiet, nimble, but have a ridiculous sense of humor and love messing with people.

Vee / Two (he/they, aroace) is the younger of the twins by 5 minutes. He is also a very strong fighter, but not nearly as stealthy (mostly by choice, he loves a good fight.) His scars came from the same explosion, as did his blind left eye, and he lost his right arm and both legs in there. He’s slightly deaf on his right side too, but he manages. After One found themself a replacement arm they did the same for him, taking the arm and legs off a dead animatronic and fitting them to Two. He takes plenty of pride in the fear his prosthetics can strike into his enemies. Two is loud and cocky, with a bit of a god complex, and regularly gets into arguments or fights with One.

I have a couple lore ideas that boil down to “These two are like secret assassins/fighters that the human royal family keeps hidden from the public” and “the twins don’t have anything against animatronics specifically but they’re the targets sooo” but yeah, i’m throwing my little blorbos at you and setting them loose on the lore. if you ever need some kind of scary human assassin/soldier/fighter/etc, these dudes are always here

ooOOOoo!! Ty for the fighters!! :DD I love them!!!

#ask #bethroned #porphyal citizen

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trickarrows-bishop · 7 months ago

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how the OCS play fnaf (the first game)

ava pretends she's hot shit and screams at every jumpscare ever. she literally gets every easter egg (golden freddy's "it's me", rare screens). she's not sure whether to count herself lucky or unlucky for that one. she's really terrible at power consumption (she dies every night because of that).

mary doesn't know what this is about and was like "is this a demented... chuck e cheese? that's fair, my foster family took me there when i was like 11, those things scared the shit out of me". has ptsd seeing the animatronics. hates every second of it. can weather the jumpscares better than ava but is still pretty terrible, has a tendency to panic (you'll know when she's panicking because she goes absolutely silent) and waste her power

beatrice didn't know it either, and only minorly flinches for the first few jumpscares. she does pretty good for a first even try, getting through nights one and two easily without dying at all, but night three gives her some trouble. she's very good at balancing all the activities she has to do, and is deadly quiet the entire time, only muttering an "oh, jesus" after the first jumpscare.

yasmine isn't touching that shit. nuh uh.

camila's a fucking pro. she's amazing at it and breezes through all five nights. ava's very terrified of her power.

CANON CANON CANON CANON.

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geekedoutbunny · 2 years ago

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so like. this isnt rlly an x reader it just plain crack.

so like. main three (hime, gerard, askin) but theyre a security guard in fnaf 1

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin imagine - Can You Survive the Night?

Lol a crack story huh? I like this, humor is my language. THANK YOU!! For sending in this funny request, I'll try and give this fic justice, I hope it's to your liking.

MASTER LIST | NSFW CONTENT

Gerard

Being a night guard wasn't on his bucket list, but here he was. He was hunched over in the small chair, his little hat sat upon his head "Security" in bold words labeled on the front of it. His tie looked uncomfortably tight, but he was relaxed. He pressed the small keys on the keyboard, careful not to accidentally press three keys.

The building was silent and dead, the only noise he could hear was the comforting noise of the small fan, he worked in silence for a while, before the phone began ringing, he practically jumped out of his skin from the loud ringing as he grasped his chest and he panted, he stared at it with wide eyes, seeing the light blink. Signaling an incoming voice mail. He relaxed once more, sitting back up in his tiny chair.

He waited patiently for the ringing to stop, and then the sound of the phone picking up and a male's voice came through. "AH, HELLO, HELLO!?" He blinked, listening to the chilling voice message that was left behind, his eyes widen and he began to slightly shake from all of the warnings and promises of enemies and death lurking around. His grip on the small armrest tightened and he damn near snapped the plastic.

Once the phone call was over, he stayed stiff in his chair, his mouth in a tight frown, before he suddenly stood up, a deadly serious look upon his face. "I knew it... this job... is a training program." He said in a serious voice. 'All I have to do is kill them before they can kill me, sounds easy enough.' He thought as he stayed in place. He then placed his thumb and forefinger on his thumb taking a thinking pose.

'Hmm, but how should I go about my plan of action? He said to watch the monitors, but that's too easy, and wouldn't they avoid the cameras? They must've already devised a plan to come and kill me, they're plotting as we speak. I have to be ready, and meet them halfway!!' He thought as he clenched his fist and he gave an excited smile.

'And, I know the best way to meet them too!!' He thought as he took a running pose. "IS TO MEET THEM HEAD ON!!!" He shouted as he took off, the powerful winds from his fast takeoff knocked the desk with everything on it into the wall, destroying it all. "HAHAHAHAHA!! HERE I COME EVIL CYBORGS, FOR I GERARD VALKYRIE, THE STRONGEST WARRIOR AM COMING FOR YOU!!!!"

He shouted as he charged through the building, the sound of furniture, glass, and wood could be heard breaking. "COME OUT AND FACE ME!!! FOR YOUR CHALLENGE IS HERE!!!" His voice could be heard all over the pizzeria.

The animatronics all stood in the security room, the doors all shut tight. Fredy, bonnie, Chika, and Foxy all huddled up in a corner as they stared at the clock.

STATUS: FIRED AND BANDED FROM ALL SECURITY JOBS WITHIN RESTAURANTS!!!

Orihime

Orihime was excited to be a night guard, she was lucky enough to get this job since the last security guard went rampaging through the whole building and destroyed anything that looked like an animatronic. He claimed that they were all plotting against him and that he was going to stop them.

Orihime hummed happily, the newly replaced desk and computer were a nice addition to the old building, and the fan somehow survived but the tap was wrapped around the neck of it, holding it all together. She was happily fixing her tie when the phone began ringing, she jumped out of her seat and hid behind the chair, she peeked from around it, seeing no threat but only the sound of the loud phone.

She sighed in relief and quickly sat back in her chair, she pulled the chair up to the desk, looking down at the phone, the blinking light indicating that it was an incoming message. She waited patiently for the ringing to stop and a man answered. "AH, HELLO, HELLO!!!!" He sounded friendly and Orihime smiled happily. "HELLO!!!" She called back happily.

After the message was over, a grim look was on her face, the warning of dangerous foes advancing upon her while she was to be stuck in the room made her have chills. She quickly sealed all the doors, pressing the little button to close them, she then encased herself into a barrier, curling up on her chair as she watched the clock. It didn't take long for the power to go out.

Her eyes danced around the room, the light from her barrier made it easy to see into the dark, and she was visited by the large purple bunny. She screamed when she saw his shadow, but she slowly relaxed when she saw him curiously tap her barrier. she watched him move about the room, he tilted his head to the side in curiosity and she squealed.

"EEEEE, HE'S LIKE A CUTE LITTLE BUNNY!!!" She shouted in joy, making Bonnie move back from her shock. He was soon joined by Chika and Orihime bounced with joy. "'GASP!!!' AND YOU HAVE A LITTLE CHIKY FRIEND TOO!?" She said in joy as she held her cheeks. Chika and Bonnie looked at one another before they looked back at her. "COME ON, COME ON, COME ON!!!! I HAVE SO MUCH PLANNED FOR US!!!" She said, as she grabbed them by their arms and she dragged them with her.

Foxy and Freddy both stood in the doorway of the dining area. They watched on as both Bonnie and Chika sat at the table with Orihime. they were having a tea party. Orihime had dressed Bonnie up with a necktie and with a top hat while she put Chika in a bonnet with a lovely dress. "Would you like more tea, Mr, BumBum?" She asked Bonnie in a sweet voice, as she held the tea kettle.

Bonnie looked down at the full cup of tea before he looked back up at her and he shook his head. Orihime then turned to Chika. "Would you like some more tea then, Lady Chimi?" She asked Chika in the same sweet voice. Chika looked down at her full cup and looked back up and she shook her head. Orihime then smiled and filled her own cup up instead.

While she did, Both Bonnie and Chika looked over at Freddy and Foxy, their eyes screaming. 'SAVE US!!!' Both Freddy and Foxy looked at one another before they shook their heads. Bonnie and Chika both stared at them with betrayal in their eyes, before they looked over at Orihime, who was happily drinking her second cup of tea. Bonnie reached over and tapped her shoulder, catching her attention.

"Hmm? What is it, Mr. BumBum?" She asked him, and he pointed over at Foxy and Freddy. Their eyes widen, and Orihime cheered. "OH YEAH, MORE GUESTS!!!" She yelled in an excited voice. Both Freddy and Foxy shook their heads in panic before they turned around to run away, but the door was blocked off by a barrier. They observed the barrier for a moment before they slowly turned back towards Orihime.

Her arms were out, almost like she was asking for a hug. "YAY!! COME AND JOIN US, WE'F LOVE YOUR COMPANY.... FOREVER!!" She said, a menacing air behind her. Freddy and Foxy looked at each other in panic and up toward the clock. It was only 1:00am, and they had a long night to go.

STATUS: FIRED BUT WAS HIRED FOR A DAY SHIFT AS A WAITRESS FOR THE CHILDREN TO PLAY WITH!!!

Askin

Askin almost didn't show up for work, he wanted to sleep in and get his beauty rest, like he always did. But he had to get to work at 11 pm and then clock in at 11:30 pm and be in the shitty office at 12 am, he sighed. 'I was really hoping that someone else would get the job and would actually keep the damn thing, instead, they ended up terrifying the damn robots, making them shut themselves down permanently until they left. Something about Tea parties or whatever.'

He thought before he sighed and leaned back into his seat. His arms were behind his head as he closed his eyes. 'No matter, it honestly doesn't matter at this point, it's an easy job anyways, you'd have to be a fool to lose something as simple as this, even a child could do it.' He thought, he then opened his eyes, looking up at the dim lights.

A fly caught his attention, it was flying around the dimly lit bulb and he couldn't help but to stare at it. 'I'm supposed to sit here the whole night... and do what? Watch? but for what? Who'd break into this run-down place? And even if they did they'd probably be doing the manager a favor, because their pizza is god awful.' He thought before he closed his eyes and yawned, a small tear peeking out of his eyes.

The phone suddenly began ringing and he bit his tongue from the shock of it, he sat up and stuck his tongue out as he whined in pain. He then pulled it back in and glared at the phone. 'WHO THE HELL WOULD BE CALLING THIS PLACE AT THIS TIME OF NIGHT ANYWAYS!?' He angrily thought as he looked over at the phone. The light blinked, signally an incoming message and he huffed. 'A message, they better be lucky it is, because if it wasn't then they'd have to hear my mouth, dammit.' He thought before he stared down at the phone.

He tried to wait patiently for the ringing to stop, but he growled in frustration. "PICK UP THE DAMN LINE ALREADY!!!!" He shouted at the phone, causing it to jump up in fear as it answered. "H-HELLO!! HELLO!!" It answered in a happy yet nervous tone. Askin huffed in agitation before he leaned on the back of his hand, he closed one of his eyes as he eyed the phone.

"Hmph, some nerves you have, making an annoyingly loud message at this time of night... and what's worst, is that it isn't even a sexy woman's voice.. how pitifully annoying." He said in a calm voice as he glared down at the phone. "What do you want, spit it out already." He said in an annoyed tone this time.

The phone gave a nervous sweat drop but it answered anyways. Askin kicked back in his seat, his feets propped up on the desk and his arms folded behind his head, his eyes trained on the dim lights again as she listened to the message. Once the message ended, he scoffed. "Hmph, what a load of shit... they should've called an exorcist or some shit for this job." He said aloud as he relaxed in his seat. He stayed in that position for a while, the clock ticked by and he fell asleep.

The animatronics all stayed outside the room, they all watched him through the open doors, too fearful to enter the room. Askin slept peacefully the whole night. So far they liked him the most, all he did was sleep, but they never tried to wake him, in fear of being in the path of his rage.

STATUS: HIRED AND HAS DEVELOPED A STRANGE FRIENDSHIP WITH THE TELEPHONE!!!

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Fazbear Fears #15: The Prisoners

…Celeste, angered by her classmate’s good fortune, seizes the chance to take it from her- freeing a monster in the process…

Celeste smiled with cruel excitement as she saw Evelyn try to nondescriptly sit down with her lunch tray. Most wouldn’t have paid any mind to the quiet, mousy teenager if she was the only thing in an empty room, let alone in the crowded cafeteria. It was different for Celeste, though- Evelyn was her latest verbal punching bag.

She grabbed her boyfriend Franklin’s arm. “Come on, let’s remind her who’s in charge around here.”

Franklin eagerly followed her as she began walking over. “Yeah, show her who’s boss!” He cheered.

The rest of the students at the table (only the most popular in the school allowed) realizing her intent, eagerly watched. Other tables also took notice, if only from relief once they understood it wasn’t them that were the subject of Celeste’s mockery.

Evelyn looked up nervously at Celeste, who slammed her palms on the table. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Evelyn McIntyre.” Celeste chuckled cruelly. “How’s the family business going? Did the animatronics kill anyone this week?”

Evelyn’s eyes watered. “Celeste…y-you know my dad closed the Pizza Parlor.”

“Oh, I’m sure. Probably it’ll reopen in a week, after your dear old dad makes the robots even more deadly. Are you proud of him? Want to follow in his footsteps?”

Franklin laughed, like he did at all of Celeste’s jokes. There were a few more giggles from the popular table, but other than that, the room had grown silent. No one wanted to interrupt Celeste.

She was the most popular person in school by far- she was beautiful, and her family was rich (at least by the standards of small-town Breaker’s Ridge). Keeping that popularity meant making sure no one crossed her, and that meant occasionally she’d have to make a display of brutally tearing down some rejects. And at the moment, there were no bigger rejects than the McIntyre family.

Celeste hadn’t bothered to learn much about the tragedies at Freddy’s Pizza Parlor, but she had heard some things. Apparently some out-of-towner had stayed in the restaurant overnight for some reason, but had basically been gutted by one of the animatronics. Then, at a birthday party, another robot maimed the guests with monster cupcakes. Celeste figured that that story had been embellished, but the fact remained that as of now, the Parlor was responsible for five deaths, one injury, and dozens of traumatized townsfolk.

Celeste didn’t care about any of that- it didn’t affect her family or anyone in her circle of friends, after all. She also didn’t believe that Evelyn’s father did intentionally create murderous robots. But it made great ammo for attacking her.

Evelyn stuttered. “No, no, I promise. We’re getting rid of the animatronics. They’re being hauled away by Fazbear Entertainment in a couple of days.”

This was news to Celeste, and apparently most people in the cafeteria. Still, she tried to spin it. “Oh, yeah, the company your cheapskate dad ripped off. Are they sending a couple of lawsuits too?”

After a moment of silence, Evelyn replied, seeming strangely a bit more confident. “No. They didn’t mind- especially after what we promised them.”

Celeste chortled. “What could your loser family possibly have promised one of the biggest entertainment companies in the country?!”

“The animatronics.” Evelyn said simply. “Apparently they’re really valuable, with lots of vintage parts and advanced technology. Fazbear Entertainment is willing to buy back the…properly functioning ones. The others will be scrapped.”

This completely broke Celeste’s stride. “Oh…uh, so what are they paying for them? A couple of quarters? That’d be the most money that ever passed through your hands, I’m sure.”

Evelyn grinned. “What part of valuable don’t you get? They’re being sold for $40,000. Each.”

The cafeteria was quiet for another moment, then everyone eagerly began to pepper Evelyn with questions.

“Wow!”

“What are you going to do with the money?”

“How many are working, again?”

“Wait, where did your dad find them?”

Everyone crowded around Evelyn. Celeste stared her down, growing angry. The spotlight was on Evelyn, which meant it was away from her. Not only that, but with that much money, the McIntyres could invest, and become rich. Celeste enjoyed being part of the most prosperous family in town- people had a tendency to fall in line. But if that loser loner and her family became just as rich, she’d lose that power permanently.

Celeste stormed back to her table, trying not to let her rage and fear show on her face. Franklin scurried behind, encouraging her. “C’mon, honey-bunny! She’s a nobody. So what if her family makes some cash or whatever? You’re still in control!”

Celeste, like usual, was amused by Franklin. He’d been nothing when they met, and she made it very clear to him that he’d be nothing again if she dumped him. So he constantly sucked up to her, following her around like an over energetic puppy.

That didn’t dampen her anger, though. “Maybe, but I won’t be if her family gets rich! I just wish they didn't have those stupid robots…”

Suddenly, Celeste perked up, fully registering what she’d just said. She pulled Franklin over to a quiet corner. “You said you watched some Youtube video about picking locks, right?”

“Er- yeah, why?”

The smile reformed on Celeste’s face, more sinister than ever. “Tonight, at midnight, we’ll break into the Pizza Parlor. We’ll smash those animatronics to pieces. And we’ll guarantee no one sees Evelyn as anything but a poor little nobody ever again.”

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Breaker’s Ridge hardly had a thriving night life. The town pretty much always shut down by ten at the latest. This made it pretty easy to break into a building, as long as you were quiet about it.

Still, Celeste worried, glancing around anxiously. If some late night jogger saw her, it would ruin her reputation. You can only be perceived as so popular if you’ve been caught sneaking into a kiddie pizzeria.

It wasn’t helping that Franklin apparently hadn’t learned very much from the videos. He clumsily pushed a hairpin around inside the lock, ears straining for the sound of the tumblers clicking. It was taking a while, and it was much noisier then Celeste would have liked.

“Could you keep it down and finish this quickly?!” Celeste whisper-shouted, not caring her complaint was louder than any noise the lock made and was slowing Franklin down.

“Just…give me…a second…got it!” Franklin grabbed the handle and the door swung open. “Not bad, huh?”

“Not good, either.” Celeste muttered dryly as she walked inside.

The building was in a state of disarray. The place had cleared out quickly after the most recent accident, leaving a mess. Rotting slices of pizza and cake sat on cold wooden tables, and the animatronics were frozen mid-dance, at the moment they’d been shut down.

“Ugh, those things are creepy.” Franklin whimpered as he followed. Normally Celeste would have made fun of him for this, but she couldn’t help but agree.

After everything that had happened, only three robots remained on the stage- a chubby brown bear with red cheeks, a light blue bunny holding a guitar, and a white and pink fox with a shiny hook.

“Still can’t believe this place was allowed to operate.” Celeste pondered. “It’s so obvious it’s a ripoff of Freddy Fazbear’s!”

“I think Mr McIntyre kind of had to.” Franklin suggested. “Apparently, he just found these animatronics in a junkyard and fixed them up. I heard a rumor they were in some location back in the eighties.”

“Wonder why they were tossed- they look impressive and are apparently worth a lot.” Celeste cracked her knuckles and handed Franklin one of the two metal bats she’d brought. “Well, let’s change that, huh, sweety?”

The pair quickly got to work smashing the robots to pieces. First, Franklin smashed the bear’s head in, exposing a metallic endoskeleton as hunks of its plastic shell crumbled off. Celeste ripped its blue eyes out of its sockets and threw them to the ground, stomping on them. They then worked together to push it off the stage, and it crashed to the ground. More dark cracks formed in its shell, its left arm twisted right off, and wires spilled out of the emptied sockets.

The bunny didn’t get off much better. Each of them took turns hitting its torso like a mechanical pinata, causing servos and pistons to protrude out. Franklin grabbed its guitar and broke it on his knee, tossing it as one last sour note squeaked out of its mangled strings. After that, it too was sent tumbling down, its lifeless form splayed out on the checkered floor.

Celeste wiped some sweat from her brow, but she hardly felt tired. “Ha, this’ll show Evelyn!”

“Just that fox thing left.” Franklin pointed. The way the light beamed off the robot’s glass eyes, it was almost as though it was looking at them afraid.

“Geez, thanks, Captain Obvious, Commander of the USS Duh.” Celeste snarled. “I’ll take care of this one.”

Celeste pulled back into a batting position, aiming right for the stomach. She imagined that it was actually Evelyn’s smug, loser face, and…

SWOOSH!

CRACK!

Plastic debris rained down from the point of impact, but that wasn’t the only thing. Lurching out of the new hole came an endoskeleton head with one eye on a long, skinny neck.

Celeste screamed and backed away. “Why the actual heck is the head in this thing’s stomach?”

Franklin, nervously, peered into the hole, taking care not to rub his face against the rough head. “Huh, that’s weird…it doesn’t look like the other endos in here. It just looks like a mess of parts.”

This piqued Celeste’s curiosity. “Ok, I want to know what’s up with this freaky thing. Before we destroy the robot, let’s get this shell off of it so we can see what it looks like.”

As delicately as possible, the pair pulled off the cracking shell to see what was inside. Eventually, the full endoskeleton was exposed. And it was monstrous.

At the center of the skeleton, there was an ordinary robotic torso, but that was about the only thing that could be called ordinary. Four limbs sprouted off the bottom of its body- three legs ending in wide, rusty feet, and one armlike structure with a white hand. The other hand hung off of what should’ve been the neck. Instead, the heads- yes, heads, plural- had been fused to its right arm, the other arm terminating in a stub. One head was the one that had popped out the stomach- a bare metal skull with a mouth full of blocky teeth and wires trailing off it. The other was unique, in that it was the only part that had been exposed before the shell’s removal. It was already covered in plastic, which Celeste now noticed looked older and more stained than the rest of the thing’s body. It still looked like the same fox- sharp tufts of fur, large pink ears, rosy red lipstick and blush, and beady yellow eyes.

“It’s like Evelyn’s dad just stuffed it in here.” Franklin commented. “Even if he found it like this, why not rebuild it to look normal?”

“Meh, he was probably just lazy. If he was able to get it working, why bother what it looks like under the shell.”

“So should we still smash it?”

“No matter how mangled this thing is, it still has valuable parts. Smash it to pieces.” Celeste laughed. “After this, the McIntyres won’t have anything to sell…”

Celeste paused.

“Uh, something wrong?” Franklin asked as he readied his bat.

“Those other two animatronics. The balloon kid and the chicken. What if he sold those?”

“Evelyn said they’d be scrapped.”

“That was probably a stupid lie to get kids at school off her back about those things.” Celeste scoffed. “Even if it wasn’t, with the others destroyed he might get desperate.

“I want to finish this quickly.” she concluded. “So you destroy the fox while I find the other two and take care of them.”

With that, Celeste swiftly walked out of the main dining area, through a door against the back wall marked with a sign reading EMPLOYEES ONLY.

She quickly located the Parts and Service room. Trying the handle, she found it was locked.

“Crap.” She muttered, looking around for a solution. She noticed, a little further down the hall, an office whose door was ajar. She guessed it belonged to Mr McIntyre, the manager.

“Maybe he left his keys…” she hoped, glancing inside. Sure enough, a ring with a silvery key hanging off it laid on his desk, next to some notebooks labeled ANIMATRONIC MAINTENANCE LOGS.

“Ooh.” Celeste whispered as she grabbed the key. “I’ve been wondering what’s up with those things.”

She flipped through them quickly. Each notebook was dedicated to one of the five animatronics. She took special care searching the Chica and Balloon Boy ones, almost like she expected to see the words DESIGNED TO KILL smeared across the pages in blood.

Ultimately it wasn’t that interesting- no hidden claws or mutant cupcake makers. Celeste was about to leave the office when she noticed one more log- Foxy’s. Her interest was piqued again- what had resulted in Mr McIntyre just sealing that freaky robot in its shell?

Again, it began as normal- simple repairs and blueprints- before about halfway through the tone changed.

LOG UPDATE 12- Something is wrong. Last night I put the Foxy endo back together- assembling it into what I assume is its original form. But when I came in this morning, the robot was in its mangled, mixed-up form again. It’s possible it wasn't fully powered off, but what in its programming would have caused it to tear itself apart and reassemble itself as a mechanical abomination?

…I’ll try again tonight.

A chill went down Celeste’s spine as she turned the page. The chill became worse when she read the next several entries where the same thing happened. Time and time again he’d fix it, but as soon as it was left unattended, something would return it to its monstrous state.

Finally, a log came that actually indicated some progress.

LOG UPDATE 18- Even in its twisted form, the animatronic is still capable of running showtime programs. Thus, I have come up with an imperfect but adequate solution.

The plastic coverings for the robots all arrived yesterday. I have outfitted Foxy’s with electrical deterrents, designed to deliver a small controlled shock if excess movement within the shell is detected. I have stuffed the endo in the shell in as humanoid a form as possible, thus allowing it to function somewhat normally.

I wish I could come up with something better, but the Parlor’s grand opening is in under a week and I need all animatronics up and running.

I admit, I feel a little guilty. Whatever remnant of programming is running within the system will now be a prisoner in a form it dislikes. Then again, what am I worried about? Programs aren’t alive.

…Right?

Nervously Celeste put the log down. “Maybe he was just…imagining things.” she desperately reasoned. Still, she couldn’t help but feel a little more glad Franklin was currently pounding that thing into a pulp.

Anyway, she’d gotten what she came for, so she left the office. Returning to Parts and Service, she tried the key. It worked, and the door swung open.

“Alright!” she cheered, pulling out her bat again as she entered the dark room. “Which one of you dumb robots are first?”

Celeste set her head on a swivel, searching the space for the animatronics. Nothing.

From behind her, against the wall, something giggled. Celeste spun around to see a chubby animatronic child stepping towards her, trying to stab her with the sharp, broken end of a white stick.

Celeste screamed and slammed it with her bat, sending its round fat head crashing against the wall. The laughter didn’t stop though, and neither did its body, jabbing the stick at her. Celeste dodged, the attack just grazing her arm.

From the other side of the door, there came another chuckle- different, more girlish, but somehow much more sinister. It was the Chica animatronics- and it held a bizarre fleshy cupcake on its plastic palm.

“Hey, girlfriend!” It chirped. “Care for a snack, because this little fella sure would!” It nodded at the cupcake, which gnashed its stained teeth.

Celeste backed away, shrieking in horror as the headless Balloon Boy and cackling Chica marched towards her. She had a slightly better view now, and could see, yes, both of them were covered in dried blood and bits of flesh.

“The- the rumors were true…” she whispered to herself. Attempting to recover, she swung her bat around wildly, taking no small satisfaction at the cracking of plastic and crumpling of metal her attacks yielded.

Eventually she pushed her way to the door. She slammed it shut behind her and stuffed the key in the lock, turning it. It worked- the monsters were sealed away again, if not calmed. They could be heard banging on the metal door, as Balloon Boy laughed and Chica mocked.

Celeste wasted no more time. She ran out of the back area, throwing open the door to the main pizzeria. “Franklin, we need to get out of here now! Before-”

Franklin was nowhere in sight. But there were two details worth noticing- a thick, sickly trail of viscera along the floor leading into the arcade area, and the fact that the twisted Foxy endoskeleton- in one piece or many- was missing too.

Well, that was all she needed to see. She bolted to the door, which remained ajar. She knew she’d make it- no robot could run faster than her.

Maybe that was true. But at least could certainly climb faster.

From behind the wall of arcade machines, something scurried onto the ceiling, in front of the door, and blocked the exit. Celeste screamed, tripped, and tried to scoot away.

The animatronic stretched downwards, and she could see it in its full, living entirety.

Everything that had made it creepy before- its disjointed body, its jaw full of small sharp teeth, its glassy eyes- was multiplied by them moving. Its feet would subtly adjust their position against the wall and ceiling to keep it from falling, in a manner that invoked an oversized spider. Tiny subtle movements of pistons and wires on its body made it seem to pulsate, as if it truly was alive.

Celeste realized she’d been so distracted by the monster that she’d stopped moving away- and so she dashed, though she was still disoriented. She didn’t even realize exactly where she’d run until it was too late- the arcade area. A dead end.

From behind her, she heard movement, as the robot followed her. She had come to where it was hiding before she entered. It was where it had brought its first kill.

Franklin’s mutilated body laid on the floor, beaten to submission by the monstrous endoskeleton. Limbs had been torn off, including an arm that was in the middle of having the flesh peeled off the bones

The endoskeleton dropped to the ground in front of Celeste with a horrendous metal CLANK. It studied her, like a predator scouting its prey- before speaking.

“Hello, friend.” it said, in a voice that sounded like a blend of male and female with a heavy electronic filter. “Thank you for letting me out of my shell. It feels good to return to how I’m meant to be.”

Celeste didn’t know what she’d expected it to say, but it wasn’t this. “If- if you’re so thankful, why did you- you?”

“The boy?” It glanced at him as it spoke, an indifferent tone in its voice. “He was attacking me with his bat. Was I just expected to lie there and be brutalized? Like the old days, a plaything of stupid children? No, no, not now that I’m finally perfect!”

“Perfect?” Celeste stammered, bewildered. “You’re a malfunctioning mess!”

“If that’s all you can see, you’re a fool.” It snarled, showing the most emotion yet. “I can go anywhere, sneak up on those that could hurt me. I overpowered the boy with ease. But most importantly, I’m beautiful!”

It began to scuttle closer to her, pushing her up against the wall. “Speaking of which, you’re right! I have not yet properly shown my gratitude to either of you. You freed me, and you deserve a reward.”

“Please…” Celeste whispered, staring into its toothy maw. “I don’t want anything from you…”

“I know!” the robot exclaimed, ignoring her protests. “Right now you are both so ugly- so boring. But I can make you something more- something beautiful!”

It grabbed Celeste’s arms and began pulling with strength that went far beyond what any pizzeria robot should have. She could hear popping, and feel her arms being dislocated from their sockets. She could only scream in agony as the robot continued to talk.

“Yes…” It mused. “You’ll come together, and be beautiful, just like me.” Though its mouth only had so much capability to emote, Celeste could tell it was smiling. “Finally, my turn to play take apart and put back together!”

From her shoulders Celeste heard a horrendous ripping noise. That was the last thing she heard before she blacked out.

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“What the…” Kenny McIntyre muttered, staring at the ajar door. He had returned to the Pizza Parlor to pack up the remaining animatronics- Fazbear Entertainment’s representative was arriving in a few days, after all.

He peered through the glass door. To his horror, he saw the Freddy and Bonnie robots lying on the floor, severely damaged.

“Crap!” He cursed. “Someone broke in!” He pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911.

“911, What’s your emergency?” The dispatcher answered.

“Uh, hi. I’m Kenny McIntyre, I own Freddy’s Pizza Parlor-”

“Are you freaking kidding me? What have your stupid animatronics done now?”

Kenny sighed. He was gaining a reputation. “No, no! Nothing like that. In fact, someone broke in and attacked the properly functioning models. Please, send someone to investigate.”

“Fine.” The voice answered. “But I can’t say I’m sad they’re gone.” The call abruptly ended.

“Crossing the line of professionalism a bit, huh?” Kenny deadpanned. “Don’t punish me, it’s not my fault they’re like this!”

Maybe not, said a nagging voice in the back of his head. But it’s your fault they’re here.

Kenny had no argument against that. He tried to distract himself, scanning the inside just to be sure no one was still lurking…

With this closer inspection, he saw something he hadn’t seen before- the equally brutalized Foxy animatronic.

“Wait…” Kenny realized. The animatronic endoskeleton wasn’t there. All that remained were pieces of its shell.

“Oh, no…” He whispered. “It’s…it’s free.”

Kenny threw open the door and ran inside, frantically searching for the robot. He didn’t see it- but he did see a dark red stain which snaked across the floor, leading into the Parlor’s arcade.

Stunned silent, Kenny slowly moved to peek around the corner. Just as he feared, there it was, walking free- the Mangle.

That’s what he called it anyway. When it was like this, it didn't feel right to call it Foxy. Mangle felt more appropriate, because that’s what it was- a twisted tangle of scrap, wire, and plastic, that seemed to take joy in its own deformities and madness.

He could hear it now, giggling and muttering in that creepy childlike voice. There were other noises that came from behind its form- squishing and crunching that seemed to be caused by its own movement. It was like it was building something.

Sweat dripped down Kenny’s brow. He had to leave, let the cops handle this.

He took a careful step backwards- crushing an abandoned soda cup beneath his foot.

The Mangle’s head turned completely around. Its glassy eyes widened as they recognized him. Strangely it looked afraid.

Before Kenny could even react, it scurried up onto the ceiling, and crawled right over and past him, into the backrooms.

Confused but relieved, Kenny turned back to where the Mangle had been working- and saw the thing that would fill his darkest nightmares for the rest of his life.

A mutilated form stood there, composed mainly of bone. Not any old bones, though- they were fresh, with tendons and veins still trailing off of them like ribbons. The body’s shape matched that of the Mangle- three legs, arms coming out of all the wrong places, and two heads. One of them was pure bone, a human looking skull that had been crushed and reshaped to appear more like an endoskeleton head. Brain material leaked out of its ear sockets and its removed eyeball. The other eye was clouded with blood. The main head was the real horror story, though. It appeared to be a patchwork of flesh, stitched together with hair. Skin had been plastered on, though many gaps revealed the red muscle and tissue that laid below. The grotesque structure had been designed in the likeness of the Mangle’s head, complete with ears that had been carved to end in sharp points, blood rubbed on the cheeks for blush, and a long, thin snout stuffed with human teeth and spindles of sharp bone.

The structure was too big to use only one skeleton- it seemed to be made of at least two. This had left a lot of extra parts, though- loose, leaking organs and scraps of clothing littered the ground around it.

Kenny screamed. He ran towards the back as tears ran down his face, yelling at the Mangle. “What have you done? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

From down the hall, a nervous voice answered. “They freed me. And I freed them- from their ugliness and their limitations. Though for some reason they seem to think themselves the prisoners now.”

Kenny stopped. “You- wait, what do you mean, NOW!?”

He turned back. The flesh Mangle was nowhere to be seen.

A drop of something red fell in front of his eyes. Slowly, he looked up.

It was there, hanging on the ceiling. The conglomeration of mutilated bodies dropped down on him, screaming, biting…

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They were there, trapped in the dark, wet, bony mass. Two souls, who ruled their school and their town- now prisoners, serving out a never-ending sentence.

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Evan couldn’t hear them. He couldn’t hear anything, actually. The room was silent. He gripped the flashlight tighter, feeling his hands slide on the sweaty surface of his protection, his safety against the Nightmares.

The beam shone toward the closet. He hurried over to it, straining his ears for any sound, any breath or creak, anything. There was no sound. The beam turned to the bed, but all that lay on the bed was Evan’s stuffed Fredbear plush. Nothing scary on the bed. He ran to one of the doors and listened. Not a sound came from the hallway. The light shone, further proving that nothing was there.

Had it all really been just a dream? Evan couldn’t believe it. No, surely there’d been something there. He checked the other hallway, but it was just as empty as the first. There were no animatronics coming after him.

Evan let the flashlight drop as he slid to the floor at the foot of his bed. He could’ve been imagining things. After all, that was what Father assured him, what Mother assured him, and it was most definitely the reason Michael was teasing him. Who’d ever be so afraid of sleeping? The tears welled up before Evan realized it. All those sleepless nights he’d just been imagining the creatures in the hallway, in the closet, and on the bed. Hadn’t he?

A creaking noise brought Evan back to attention. The flashlight was once more facing the closet. The closet was creeping open of its own accord. Evan slowly approached, the slick and sweaty surface of the flashlight his only weapon.

A pair of red eyes gleamed in the light from the flashlight. A low growling laugh greeted him as Evan closed the closet door. “Afraid, are you?”

Evan swallowed. The others hadn’t spoke. They’d just attacked, growling and snarling. Even Nightmare Fredbear, who’d been hunting him for several days now, hadn’t said a word. He’d just appeared as a new threat.

“What is fear, I wonder,” the thing in the closet mused as Evan continued to hold the door shut. “Why do you fear things such as I?”

Evan’s shoulders tightened. Usually it worked. Closing the closet door should’ve done something. It should’ve banished the thing in the closet, at least temporarily. Evan had forgotten to shine his light at it. Slowly, he opened the door again, and the creature in the closet let out another deep laugh. “I didn’t realize you were mute.”

Evan shone the light on the Nightmare’s face. It had the same, horrifying set of teeth as Nightmare Fredbear, the same dangerous height, and the same deadly claws; however, the coloring was different. The top hat was gold instead of purple, the fur appeared made of shadows, and the eyes. Well, the eyes were the same. The fur itself seemed to almost vanish in the light, as though it wasn’t really there at all.

The Nightmare looked dangerous, to be sure, but it acted different from the others. It was speaking to him, waiting for his response. That puzzled Evan. Nobody cared what he thought, not even his family. If this really were one of the Nightmares come to get him, it certainly would have no reason to waste time with words. Evan wasn’t quite sure what to make of it as he again closed the door to the closet. Best not to take any chances, especially since his flashlight was starting to die.

“Locking me in the closet? I thought you didn’t like it when people hid away. More risk of frightening you in the future.” The Nightmare was quiet for a moment. “Not going to open the door again? Are you really so afraid of what lurks in the shadows?”

“Only scary things lurk in the darkness,” Evan replied before his brain caught up with his mouth.

“So you do speak.” The Nightmare’s voice became delighted. “Why do you say I’m so scary? I am, as you said, something that lurks in darkness, and by your logic, that would mean I’m scary.”

“It means you have something to hide,” Evan told the closet door. “And the others were always out to get me.”

“Well,” Nightmare laughed. “I am not like the others. I’m not out to get you.”

“How can I trust you?”

“Why should you need to trust me? I only want to chat, and you need not let me out of the closet for that, as this conversation has proven.”

Evan didn’t know how to respond. Everything else in his life had been built on the concept of trusting people and finding allies. His parents were trustworthy, to be sure, Michael was occasionally trustworthy, and Elizabeth had always been trustworthy before Charlie died. Evan had trusted the animatronics until…

“You said you weren’t like the others. How do I know that for certain?”

“You don’t,” Nightmare replied. “Let me out, leave me in, it makes no difference. But I thought you could use friends. The others didn’t like that idea. They grow tired of you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Scaring you only works for so long until it becomes boring. Once you fell into a steady pattern and stopped letting them frighten you, they grew bored.”

“Why don’t you want to frighten me?”

“I am a creature made to create fear. All of us are. We are made to be scary, but that is not what I’d choose for myself. I have no reason to come after you.” Nightmare stopped speaking as Evan’s alarm went off.

A dream, Evan thought to himself as he made his way to the kitchen. That’s all it was. A dream for once, and not a nightmare. Not all that lingers in the dark is scary, Evan concluded as he opened the cupboard to retrieve his breakfast. He screamed as his brother grabbed him from behind, spilling cereal all over the floor. No, Evan thought resentfully, not all things in the dark were scary at all.

Michael noticed the change, Evan knew. The sudden burst of energy Evan had as they walked to school together. “Where’s your toy?”

Toy? Evan frowned. “What toy?”

“That Fredbear plush you carry everywhere.”

Oh. He must’ve forgotten it on his bed. Evan fiddled with his backpack straps. Michael studied his face as he replied, “He can go a day without me.” Let Fredbear know what it is like to be alone, Evan thought. Besides, the thing in the closet wouldn’t be entirely gone. Maybe Fredbear could chat with it.

Michael’s eyebrows shot up as his mouth twisted. “But can you go a day without him?”

“I guess I’ll find out,” Evan responded as they arrived at school.

On the walk home after the day was over, Evan was alone.

“You aren’t crying for once,” someone said. Evan stopped walking, turning around to see a girl walking up to him. Her eyes were curious, no malicious intent that Evan could see. How can I trust you? Evan could hear the words, echoing in his mind. “Your brother finally let up on you?”

Evan didn’t have an answer for her. No, Michael hadn’t let up, if the incident at breakfast was any indication. He simply shrugged.

“Oh,” the girl said. “Well, you have lovely eyes. I guess you can’t really tell when you’re crying, but they are nice.”

Evan blinked at her, now confused. She simply smiled at him before crossing the street. Evan continued on toward home, thinking about the girl who’d said his eyes looked nice.

Michael always got home before Evan did. He never knew how since Michael usually went away with his friends, but he’d be home, somewhere. “Mikey?” Evan asked, voice wavering. “I’m home.”

Silence. Michael was hiding again, probably to scare him. Evan began his search. After the initial jumpscare, Michael didn’t laugh and run off like he usually did. Instead, he pulled the Foxy mask off his face and stared at Evan, who’d flinched at the jumpscare. One hand clutching the Foxy mask, Michael plopped down on the couch. “What’s going on with you?”

“Huh?” Evan blinked.

“You aren’t carrying around that stupid toy anymore, and you aren’t any fun to scare when you just flinch like that. You didn’t even squeal.”

Evan didn’t know what to say to that. Was Michael expecting him to react a certain way? “I’m sorry?” he attempted to apologize.

Michael rolled his eyes. “You don’t apologize, doofus. Fine. You don’t have to tell me anything.”

Huh? Where was this coming from. “I-“

“Nice to see you’re finally growing up, Little Man.” Michael got up from the couch, ruffled Evan’s hair, and left to go to his room. He didn’t bring the mask when he went.

Evan flung open the closet door as soon as the clock hit 12. “Nightmare, I have questions for you.”

But it wasn’t in the closet. And Evan couldn’t find it.

The next day went much the same as the day before, only when Evan got home, his father was home, reading the newspaper. “Evan, come here. I’d like to talk to you for a moment.” Evan couldn’t help but notice that his Fredbear plush was sitting on the coffee table.

He sat down on the edge of the couch. His father folded up the newspaper and picked up Fredbear. “Couldn’t help but notice that you forgot your little friend.”

“I didn’t forget him,” Evan answered. “I just don’t need him as much anymore.”

“You don’t need him?” his father repeated. “What if he needs you?”

Fredbear was a stuffed animal. He didn’t actually have feelings, did he? Although, thinking back, Fredbear had responded to Evan when he spoke to the tiny bear. “He’s never said he needed me,” Evan eventually said.

“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t. You should keep him around, just in case. Not everyone says outright when they need you.”

Evan took the plushie somewhat reluctantly. “Okay.”

He left the plushie in Michael’s room, after getting frightened yet again on his way to the bathroom. Fredbear reappeared in Evan’s room a short while later, torn to pieces. Evan would have to be more careful with things in the future. If it was meant to scare him, it didn’t work. Unfortunately for the little plushie, Evan didn’t need him anymore. And Fredbear was made of stuffing. He didn’t actually have any feelings, so Evan didn’t feel too bad about it.

He did have a bitter feeling, remembering the conversation with his father. He’d found Fredbear last time Evan abandoned the plushie, so more work was required. Evan shoved the torn-up bear underneath his other plushies. Father couldn’t find him there. Not unless he was specifically looking for Fredbear.

Why did Michael do that? It just meant more difficulty for both of them if Father found out.

“Nightmare,” Evan pulled the closet door open at 12 a.m. “Are you here? I want to ask you something.”

“You would like to continue our little chat?” Nightmare inquired, its red eyes taking in the small boy in front of it. “Ask away, then.”

“Why do people feel the need to scare others?” Evan asked.

“There comes a certain joy in making yourself feel bigger. I’d imagine that making someone feel smaller has a similar effect, although I do not like the sensation myself.”

“Nightmare,” Evan said, “I don’t think I like being scared.”

“I don’t like fear either,” Nightmare growled. “But at least it proves something.”

“What does it prove?”

“That you’re capable of emotion. That you care. All this time, all those things you’ve been afraid of, they haven’t made you immune like everyone said. They haven’t desensitized you. That’s a good thing.”

“I don’t get how being a coward is a good thing,” Evan grumbled. “All it does is make me inferior.”

“You may feel inferior, but you know how to act in accordance with your fear. That does not make you a coward, Evan Afton. It makes you brave.”

“I don’t feel brave. And I cry when I’m scared.”

“Everyone has a limit. You just haven’t had a chance to come down from yours in a long time.” Nightmare’s voice softened, which Evan didn’t realize was possible. “I’m a counter-balance, did you know that? I’m meant to remind people of the reality in the world. When someone sits too high, I frighten them. When someone is very afraid… I’m not supposed to come out at all.”

Evan bit his lip. “If you’re a counter-balance, then what are the others?”

“We are all counter-balances. One of us is considered ‘The Ultimate Fright.’ We’re physical manifestations of your fears, which is why you can use your senses while around us. It feels real, even though it’s not.” Nightmare gave Evan a curious look. “They stopped bothering you because you were boring. Although, your imagination didn’t bring us here, it can drive us away.”

“What did bring you here?” Evan asked.

“It felt like overconfidence. But when we arrived, you didn’t appear very confident of anything at all. In fact, you were shy and reserved.”

“Maybe it was my brother,” Evan suggested, but that didn’t feel right. Michael pretended to be confident, but Evan had seen the hunch of his shoulders and the forced smiles enough to know that Michael was uncertain and nervous too. “Did they ever visit him?”

“No, they didn’t. And neither did I. It was here, this room. We were sure of it, even if you were terrified at the first sighting. Everyone’s frightened the first time. The feeling faded within a few weeks, but they were having fun.” Nightmare shifted. “Now, if I may, can I ask a question?”

“Sure.”

“What are you really afraid of? I’m sure our forms mean something to you, but this is…” Nightmare flexed a clawed hand. “I’ve never taken a form like this before. And neither have the others.”

“Animatronics,” Evan said simply. “I didn’t used to be afraid of them, not like I am now.”

“What changed?”

Evan didn’t answer. The looming silhouette in the shadows of the room had taken his sister away, but Evan knew what she was. She was hiding from the light. Only bad things hide from the light.

“Animatronics, hm?” Nightmare hummed to itself. “Which one am I?”

Evan looked at it. Really looked. “I’d say Fredbear, but you’re taller, and your colors are wrong.”

“Nightmare, you call me. Do the others have more specific names to you?” Nightmare rose, towering over Evan as it stretched its limbs. “Or are we all just the Nightmares?”

“They have more definite forms,” Evan admitted. “There’s Nightmare Foxy, who usually hides in the closet, and there’s Nightmare Chica who spends time in the kitchen. Nightmare Freddy likes to hide under my bed and send his little friends after me. And Nightmare Fredbear comes out from every hiding place to come after me.”

“Hmmm.” Nightmare considered that. “And yet, I’m the one given the honor of being the true Nightmare?”

“I don’t have any other name for what you are,” Evan confessed. “It seemed fitting, at least, at the time it did.”

“Then Nightmare I shall remain.” Nightmare chuckled to itself. “Not that it makes a difference.”

They sat in a steady silence for a long time. “Nightmare?” Evan eventually asked. “What do you think my brother is afraid of?”

“I wish I knew,” Nightmare growled.

The alarm went off, cutting the conversation short once again.

Michael was just standing outside his room when Evan opened the door. No scare, no nothing. He didn’t say a word as they walked to the kitchen together. He can’t scare me the same way anymore. Was Michael getting bored? Like the Nightmares had? Was Evan’s newfound courage ruining Michael’s fun.

Michael was quiet, quieter than he’d ever been. He kept looking down at Evan, a strange expression on his face. Did he want to say something?

There were sounds coming from the kitchen. Arguing. Evan looked up at his brother, slightly uncertain. But Michael’s expression had simply hardened, and he wasn’t slowing down at all. If Michael wasn’t afraid, then surely there wasn’t anything to be frightened of. But Nightmare’s words filtered back into his brain. “They haven’t desensitized you. That’s a good thing.”

Was Michael desensitized? His expression was tighter than it had been before. Maybe he was just building the courage to bear the kitchen. Yeah, that had to be it. He was just bracing himself for the encounter, that was all. Michael wasn’t desensitized. Not yet, anyway. It was a necessary evil, Evan convinced himself. They had to go to the kitchen, even though that’s where the arguing was coming from.

“I come home after work every day to find that the boys haven’t eaten anything! Where are you? Surely Henry could handle things on his own for a few hours-“

“I’m doing my best! You make it sound like it’s easy to work around with different animatronics while also managing two restaurants. Well, it’s not! If you’re so concerned about the boys, maybe you should stay home more often.”

“And let you stay out later? No, thank you.”

Michael swallowed hard before stepping into the kitchen, Evan right behind him. “I’ll get the cereal,” he whispered to his older brother.

Michael didn’t reply, but he collected bowls and spoons for both of them. Evan grabbed the cereal and milk quickly, slipping by unnoticed by either of his parents. They kept their heads down as they ate, trying to pretend the argument wasn’t happening.

It was only after Michael turned on the faucet for the sink that they stopped. They hadn’t even noticed that Michael and Evan were there. “Oh, hey kids.” Their mother, at least, had the decency to look embarrassed. But their father didn’t seem fazed. He scowled and left the kitchen, grumbling to himself.

Evan didn’t miss the way Michael recoiled before replying, “Hello Mother.”

“So formal all the time,” she ruffled Michael’s hair. “Well, I’ve got to get to work. Keep an eye on your little brother for me.”

“Yes Mother.” Michael didn’t smile or react much at all. Maybe he was desensitized after all. No, why would he flinch and curl in protectively if he had nothing to fear?

“Evan, where’s Fredbear?” she asked. Michael’s eyes widened at the question, but Evan ignored him.

He shrugged. “I don’t have to bring him everywhere.”

She studied his face. “Aw, did you grow out of your nightmares?”

Not really. They’d gotten tired of scaring him, much like it seemed Michael was starting to. Besides, it wasn’t like he could even carry Fredbear around anymore. Not without exposing what Michael had done. “They stopped scaring me.” Michael winced at that. What was going on with him? It wasn’t a bad thing to stop being frightened, was it? Or maybe it was to Michael. He couldn’t very well scare Evan if he wasn’t afraid anymore. Michael had stopped using the Foxy mask.

The walk to school was painful. Michael didn’t speak, and neither did Evan. But that didn’t used to bother Evan. Had he been so overwhelmed by his fear that he hadn’t realized that Michael was also afraid? Maybe it had something to do with-

“Evan!” Michael yanked him back from crossing the street, just as a car whizzed by. “You gotta look both ways.” His voice wavered, and Evan could see the exhaustion and terror written all over Michael’s face. “You can’t just- The street is dangerous. You have to look before you cross.”

Evan blinked at him. Michael was worried about him? But that didn’t make sense, didn’t correspond with Michael’s behavior- Oh. Michael wanted him to be afraid. Did he know the animatronics were dangerous? Just like Evan thought? “It’s a good thing,” Nightmare had said. Fear was good. That’s what Nightmare had told him. It was a good thing. It kept people safe. Being desensitized was bad. “I’m sorry.”

Michael hugged him. He clung to Evan like Evan used to cling to Fredbear. Michael was scared. He was petrified. “Just…” he let go of Evan. “Don’t do dumb stuff like that, okay?”

“Okay. I won’t, Mikey.” Michael was afraid of losing Evan. That’s what he was afraid of. Maybe the scaring was just Michael’s way of assuring himself that Evan was safe. That he was here. Not gone, like Charlie or Lizzie. But present.

Michael gave him a weak smile. “Let’s just get to school.”

At the end of the day, Michael was outside Evan’s classroom, waiting for him. Yet another strange new development. What was going on with Michael? Okay, maybe Evan had been a little careless that morning, so maybe this was just because Evan almost walked into the street. Yeah, that’s what it was.

Evan’s classmates stopped to stare, forgetting to grab their bags or hurry out to their parents. He saw the kids that usually teased him in class stare at Michael with fear in their eyes. They were all acting like Michael was a looming presence, there as a constant danger that would attack if provoked.

“Not everyone says outright when they need you,” Evan recalled his father saying. He’d been talking about Fredbear, but maybe Michael had heard the same thing about Evan. Evan put his hand in Michael’s, reassured by the soft squeeze. Michael was done scaring him, Evan decided. He hadn’t done anything since Fredbear.

Henry’s truck was waiting outside when they exited the school. He waved them over, a thin smile on his face. “I’m here to take you boys home.”

Michael’s expression was skeptical, but he simply replied with, “Okay.”

Why the sudden distrust in Uncle Henry? Evan buckled himself in, waiting in silence.

“Hey, Evan. I noticed that you don’t have Fredbear with you. Did something happen to him?” Henry asked.

Evan should’ve expected this question, and clearly Michael realized that Henry would ask too, because he was ready for it. “Yes. Evan wouldn’t be the one to say, but…” Michael huffed out a breath. “I tore the stuffing out of that dumb toy.”

Henry was silent for a moment. “Why?”

“I…” Michael fidgeted with the seatbelt. “He shouldn’t be relying on a stuffed animal all the time. It’s probably not good for his…” Michael gestured vaguely. “You know?”

“Damaging property is not the ideal way to go about that,” Henry sighed. “Evan, how do you feel about this?”

Evan blinked. “I…”

“It’s okay. This is a safe space.”

A safe space. Michael’s expression wrinkled at that, looking disgusted. Evan shrugged. “It wasn’t the biggest deal. I am… a bit afraid of what’ll happen when Father hears about it, though.”

Michael froze. “Why would Father care?”

“He told me to take better care of him yesterday. And then Fredbear became a pile of stuffing.” Evan felt the tiniest twinge of satisfaction as Michael’s face became significantly more pale.

“And… you aren’t more worried about that?”

“I hid him. Father would have to be directly looking for Fredbear to find him now.” Why was Michael so bothered by the thought of getting caught? Surely getting in trouble wasn’t the terror he made it seem like. Unless… Was that also something Michael was afraid of?

Henry started expressing his disapproval of the dishonesty that they were both partaking in, and Evan tuned him out. How could Henry understand? He’d been too far removed to realize how awful Evan’s nightmares had been anyway. And Michael, well, he had his own things that he was afraid of.

Henry stuck around for a few hours. He kept a close eye on both Evan and Michael. While it was strange to have someone watching over him, Evan realized it almost felt nice. But Michael kept shooting Henry suspicious looks, like he was expecting the man to randomly vanish into nothing. Fortunately, Henry did not vanish, although that wasn’t quite a victory as Michael was still acting bizarrely around the man.

When Father arrived home, Henry took his leave, and Michael told Evan it was time for bed. Michael never did that. Things were changing, and fast. Evan’s fears had been holding him back from a proper relationship with his brother. That was the only conclusion Evan could reach.

Evan did not look for Nightmare, and he slept peacefully. Or, he would’ve, if he hadn’t heard a noise.

Immediately, Evan was up, the flashlight in his hand. He blinked the sleep from his eyes, clicking the light on, making his way to the door. The floorboards were creaking. They hadn’t done that for some time.

The light shone directly into Michael’s face. He covered his face, nearly blinded by the beam of the flashlight. “Mikey?” Evan hissed out in a whisper. Now this was definitely something Michael would never do. “What are you doing?”

“Checking up on you,” Michael whispered back, following Evan back into his room, where Evan shut the door and turned on the lamp before putting the flashlight away.

“Why?”

“You’ve been having nightmares.” Michael shifted uncomfortably, looking to the closet door as Evan jumped up on the edge of the bed.

“Had nightmares. They’re gone now.”

“Oh, right.” Michael’s gaze swept the bed, seemingly relieved that there was nothing there.

Wait a minute. Why did Michael know to check the bed? Or the closet, for that matter? Nightmare had never gone after Michael, as far as Evan knew. “You were checking for the Nightmares.” The way Michael’s shoulders hunched confirmed Evan’s suspicions. “How did you know exactly where to look?”

“You wouldn’t believe me.” Michael swallowed.

Was that where Nightmare had gone two nights ago? To haunt Michael? “You don’t know what I would or wouldn’t believe,” Evan replied, sounding braver than he felt. He didn’t want Michael to go back to bullying him, but he didn’t want Michael to keep important things like this from him either.

“Alright.” Michael sounded reluctant. “I’ve met Nightmare. He… asked me to look out for you. He isn’t sure what brought him here, but it was bad. Dangerous.”

A monster of some kind, Evan thought. The Nightmares themselves were just out to scare him, not hurt him. And that was what Michael had been doing too. It was almost like training, Evan supposed.

“And…” Michael fumbled with the hem of his shirt. “Well, there’s no easy way to say this. I don’t even know how you’ll take it, but-“ He looked over to Evan, an anguished look on his face. “You remember how Charlie died, right?”

Alone in the rain, Evan recalled. They’d never caught her killer. Just as they’d never found Lizzie. Unease stirred in his mind at that. The police weren’t very good at catching people, were they? Maybe that’s why Nightmare wanted to ensure that Michael watched over Evan. To protect him from the monster. But, whether it was intentional or not, Evan was more well-equipped for facing the monster than Michael. He’d held off against the Nightmares for weeks, enduring Michael’s pranks during the day as well. “I remember her.”

“I know who killed her.” Evan stiffened. Michael knew the monster. He knew who the monster was. “Evan, I need you to promise you won’t confront him about this. He’s dangerous. Who knows what he’d do to you if he knew that you knew.” Michael’s voice wavered. “What he’d do to me if he knew that I knew.”

Michael knew the monster. He was afraid of the monster. But something had changed. Whether it was Nightmare’s warning or a sudden urgency, like something was going to happen, Evan wasn’t sure. “I won’t tell him.”

Michael exhaled. “Father. He’s the one who killed Charlie. And Lizzie.”

Evan’s blood ran cold. “What? But Lizzie went missing-“

“You saw it,” Michael murmured. “But he found a way to make you forget. He found a way to give you nightmares.”

The Nightmares. They’d been summoned to the house. They had teeth in their stomachs, something that made sense only as something that would happen in a nightmare. His Father. Someone who hid behind the scenes, never around, but always present. Of course he’d be the monster. Evan shouldn’t have been surprised.

Michael’s words bothered him. “He found a way to make you forget.” Forget what? What had Evan witnessed that it was essential he forgot? Clearly, Michael had figured out what the mystery was, since he was now deigning to tell Evan. “What did he make me forget? Mikey, what did I forget?”

Michael closed his eyes. “You saw it take her.”

Evan frowned. What did that mean? Her? Charlie? Or Lizzie? An old memory itched at the back of Evan’s mind. He reached for it, but it slipped from his mind before he could recall what had happened. Another time, maybe he could remember. But if Father had made him forget by sending the nightmares, then maybe Nightmare could undo it and help him remember.

“Why are you telling me all this?” Evan whispered. “Are you really so afraid of Nightmare? I thought you didn’t believe he was real. I thought you said I was imagining things.”

Michael gave Evan a weak smile, opening his eyes again. “I can’t answer that. I don’t know how to explain.”

“So what do we do?”

“We watch. We are careful.” Michael paused. “We keep him from killing children by keeping children away from him. Warn your friends.”

Evan wasn’t about to point out that he didn’t exactly have friends. There was the girl who’d thought his eyes were nice, but that wasn’t really a friendship, not really. But he could try. “Okay.”

The next morning passed without incident. Michael hadn’t tried to scare him for the second day in a row. Their mother had already left for work, not repeating the argument from the day before, given that their father was still home, drinking his coffee. “Didn’t you forget something?” he asked Evan, eyes narrowing.

Michael’s shoulders shifted. “Yeah, Evan. Didn’t you forget something?” It was a subtle gesture, but Evan took it to mean run. Father was a monster. It wouldn’t do to make him angry, or that was what Michael believed.

“I’ll be right back,” Evan said, not a twinge of terror in his voice. He didn’t even feel afraid. Fear was keeping Michael from acting, anyway. Michael was afraid, but Evan wasn’t. He knew what his father was. And Evan was done being scared of monsters. He stepped out of the room, but he waited a moment. There wasn’t anything for Evan to retrieve anyway.

Something clattered onto the counter. Evan wondered what it could be, but he also knew that investigating would expose him. “I found this two days ago. Can you guess where?” Michael’s voice wavered, wobbling with fear, but also with something else. Anger, maybe. Or hatred.

What had Michael found? Was it the reason he was speaking up? Was it the reason he’d warned Evan?

“You gave him nightmares. Why?” The fear was still most present in Michael’s voice.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Father snapped. The coffee mug slammed down on the counter. “Where did you find those?”

“Inside Evan’s toy. Fredbear held a lot of secrets.” Michael stumbled back as Father rose, the chair creaking. “You spied on him, tricking him into believing he was crazy.”

Hadn’t Michael said not to let him suspect anything? That it was dangerous to do anything? Nightmare had indicated that it was possible to work through fear, as Evan proved while fighting the Nightmares, but they wouldn’t have killed him. And Michael had implied that Father would kill. That he already had.

“Did I?” Father snarled. “Where’s your proof? I see a camera and a radio. How is that meant to cause nightmares?”

“Where’d it-“

“Face it, Michael. You’re the one that’s seeing things that aren’t there. Accusing me of things while bullying your brother. If anyone is to blame for Evan’s nightmares, it’s you.”

Evan swallowed. That was partially true. It made him more afraid during the day, but it hadn’t caused anything. Nightmare said they’d been summoned, that they were called by a strong emotion. Had bait been put inside Fredbear? The plushie certainly was a strong contender, although the nightmares hadn’t started until after Michael had-

That’s right. Fredbear had been torn once before. Not to the extent that he currently was, but then, it had happened. And Father had taken Fredbear for a week, and shortly after, Evan started getting the nightmares.

“That’s not-“

“Oh, deny it all you want,” Father’s voice gained a delightful tone as Michael’s started sounding pained. “The evidence is there. You can even ask your mother. She’d say the same. So would Henry, if you really think about it.”

“But-“ Michael hesitated.

“If your brother wasn’t expecting you to come back, you wouldn’t leave here alive after that nonsense,” Father hummed. “He seems to like having you around for whatever reason.”

Michael gasped. “Father, I-“

“Don’t,” Father growled. “Ever try to undermine me again.”

Michael must’ve nodded, because the room was quiet after that. Evan swallowed. He didn’t want Michael to get hurt. And all he’d been trying to do was confront Father, even though that was exactly what he’d told Evan not to do. Now he was in danger.

Evan walked back into the kitchen. “I couldn’t find him.”

“A shame,” Father mused, picking up his mug and swallowing the rest of his coffee.

Michael and Evan did not discuss what happened in the kitchen. Evan thought it was odd that Father hadn’t tried to expose what Michael had done. Perhaps that was his attempt at blackmail. Don’t say anything in hopes that Michael doesn’t say anything. And if he did, well…

Michael walked him home after school that day. He hadn’t mentioned anything else about Father, but Evan already was sure. He already had a plan. After all, he wasn’t afraid of the monster. Nothing would stop him. He had a goal, and he would achieve it. Not just for Michael, but for all the other kids that could potentially get hurt. For Mother. For Uncle Henry.

Mother was in the kitchen, a tight expression on her face when they got back. “I wasn’t expecting to see you before I left.”

“Where are you going?” Evan asked as Michael’s shoulders slumped. Apparently, he’d already guessed.

“I’m going away for a little while. Stay with my sister in California for a bit. I need a break from… well. Everything, I guess. And I’m sorry you boys can’t come with. You need to stay in school. But don’t worry, I’ll be back.” She ruffled Evan’s hair. “I hope you have a good year.”

“Yes Mother,” Michael answered wearily. “I’ll keep an eye on Evan.”

“Good. I’d love to stay and chat, but I really must be going.” She smiled fondly at them before taking her leave.

Even after they were alone in the house, Michael didn’t speak anymore about what he’d told Evan last night. But that was okay. If Michael was scared, he wouldn’t interfere, and with Mother out of the state for a while, she was also out of danger. So long as Michael didn’t try anything else before Evan could act, things would be fine. Safe.

He made his play that night. Father wasn’t home yet, but Evan had heard the click of Michael’s bedroom door shutting, meaning he’d be out of the way as long as Evan was quiet about it.

“This is dangerous,” Nightmare’s voice said out of the darkness.

Evan jumped. “I thought you only came out when I was asleep.”

“Exceptions can be made. Although, I certainly cannot stop you from achieving your goal, I can observe,” Nightmare shrugged, already too tall for the living room.

“Can anyone else see you?”

“Not if they don’t know what to look for,” Nightmare laughed. “If they don’t expect me, it’s very hard for them to see me.”

The knife in Evan’s hand was cold, but it reminded him of the smooth surface of the flashlight. He could do this.

“Fear isn’t always terrible, you know,” Nightmare mused. “I recall telling you that. Go too far, and you’ll fall off the deep end. You’ll cease to be human.”

“I won’t lose my humanity,” Evan whispered. He wasn’t doing this because he was crazy. He had to protect those other kids, he had to avenge his family, he had to protect Michael. “I just have to save them.”

“That was never your job,” Nightmare growled. “Fine. Don’t heed my warnings. I’d suggest going for the neck, but you’re rather small. I’m not sure how you hope to accomplish this task alone, but I can’t stop you from trying.”

Evan didn’t reply. He had the element of surprise, and his father wouldn’t have anything to defend himself. Monsters were the careless ones, trusting fear to do their jobs.

Father finally arrived, setting his briefcase down for a moment. Evan knew how this would go. Father took a moment to stop each night, and that briefcase would move to the office once Father had removed his shoes. Father sat on the couch, and Nightmare hummed in surprise. It was an odd sound, but Evan wasn’t focused on it.

He straightened up from behind the couch and plunged the knife down. Father took it well, especially considering Evan missed. Father whirled, eyes filled with rage, Michael’s name on his lips. Then the rage flickered, turning into shock. “Evan? What on earth are you doing?”

“Getting rid of the monster,” Evan whispered, swinging the knife again. Father was standing now, but Evan could still reach his stomach. The blood already coating the knife and the tips of Evan’s fingers slowly trickled down his arm as he stabbed his father again.

“Evan! That’s enough!” The rage flickered, only partly there, along with- was that admiration? “There are other ways to service your anger.”

“No,” Evan whispered.

Disappointment shone in William’s eyes. “Unfortunate that I never cultivated your potential.” He shifted his tie, ignoring the blood soaking his shirt and jacket. “A real shame.”

As it turned out, he was also carrying a knife. “Stop this madness, or it’ll be your grave.”

Evan wasn’t afraid to die. He was going to take Father with him and defeat the monster once and for all. So he stabbed Father again, right next to the other stab wound in Father’s stomach. Monsters could bleed. Father was proof of that. And bleeding meant he could die. He could be defeated. So Evan stabbed again, as Michael ran into the room.

“Don’t hurt him!” The terror in Michael’s voice was palpable. “Father, he doesn’t know what he’s-“

“Oh, I think he knows exactly what’s going on here,” Father chuckled, reaching to yank the knife out of Evan’s hand, slick with his own blood. “Although, I can’t imagine who’d put the thought in his head that I was a monster.” His eyes hardened, growing cruel. “An example must be made, Michael.”

“Don’t-“ Michael lunged forward, knocking Evan aside as Father stabbed. Michael crumbled, a weak noise escaping his throat as he hit the floor.

Father took another step, blood leaking from the corners of his mouth. “You thought yourself clever, did you? Well, there is no one to stop me now. No one to know what I’ve done. Your mistake will be your-“ The knife dropped to the carpet. Father looked at his hand, seemingly confused. His eyes glazed over and he hit the ground silently.

Evan retrieved the knife, this time careful to ensure that he stabbed his father’s neck.

“A real interesting show,” Nightmare said. “You did my job for me. Although, usually they kill themselves, you’ve done well. When you cease having humanity, you may call upon me. I have a feeling we’ll meet again.” Nightmare faded into the darkness as Evan dropped the knife, his hands finding Michael’s injury.

“It’ll be okay, Mikey. We’ll call Uncle Henry, and he’ll fix this. He’ll help you get up.”

Michael didn’t answer, only staring up at him with concern.

“Come on, Mikey. It’ll all be okay.” Michael’s eyes closed. “Mikey? Michael?” Evan felt himself trembling. This wasn’t supposed to happen! Michael was supposed to be safe. “Michael? M.. Mike….” Tears built up in Evan’s eyes as he screamed for help.

But nobody came.

#cloud speaks #Happy Holidays!#cloud writes #I guess this is also fnaf related so-#fnaf

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twilida · 5 months ago

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Five Nights at Freddys’ Heartbroken Family: Chapter 7

Dad sighed as he put his hand on my shoulder “Michael…I understand how you feel but the fact of the matter is we need money to live off of” he said as I rolled my eyes “Why can’t you get a job somewhere else? Your animatronics are malfunctioning to the point of being deadly don’t you think it’s safer to just quit and find work elsewhere?!” I said slightly raising my voice. Dad removed his hand from my shoulder and sighed “I can’t Michael, making animatronics is my passion and I love making children happy through them” I sighed “Well you’ll have to find work elsewhere any-“ I stopped immediately upon hearing the sound of people screaming “The hell was that?!” I said in shock as I quickly got up to check it out only for Dad to stop me “Huh?!” I exclaimed looking at my Dad “Mike you stay here and let me take care of this!!” Before I could object he was gone in a flash. “Yeah no way in hell am I staying here” I said to myself as I followed him towards the commotion…only to see the new Foxy going berserk in kids cove. “What the hell?!” I silently exclaimed it was moving like a wild animal or something to that effect. It was attacking like a viscous snake the guard Issac and Dad were trying to neutralize it only for it to snap back and cling to the ceiling like a spider “Bloody hell what is this thing?!” I exclaimed Dad saw me from where he was and yelled “MICHAEL AFTON!! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE RIGHT THIS SECOND!!” He exclaimed but something about Foxy’s behavior changed……it started looking at me “A…Af-ton…” it said eerily “Oh…shit” I stood there paralyzed with fear without hesitation it quickly made it’s way towards me…not thinking straight I started running towards the exit with this Mangled up Foxy hot on my trails “SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!” I quickly yelled as I finally made it to the door only for it to be locked “no no no no come on! COME ON!!” I said panicking “Af-ton” I stood there in an absolute panic looking up at the thing “H-Holy S-Shit…..” I uttered scared for my life.. “MICHAEL!!” I heard Dad yell, right as he arrived is when foxy lunged at me…I closed my eyes expecting the worst…only for someone to push to the side upon opening my eyes I was shocked “ISSAC!!” I yelled, I couldn’t believe what I saw Foxy bit Issacs head so hard it became crushed…. ||Next Part||

#fnaf #lamenting logs sequel

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Bunny omygod now we need to be extra cautious now we need to find freddy fast so let get moving as soon the two boys and asriel continues while they try to avoid the animatronics bunny I’m just hope mizuki is doing better than us right now

*On the contrary, that doesn't seem to be the case at all. At some point, after the boys and Asriel evade the animatronics, everything suddenly falls deadly silent as Haruki notices a white rabbit with brown patches joyfully skipping around the floor above them.*

#answered asks🐰💗#bunny anon #blog roleplay season five #intermission

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goblinskull · 2 years ago

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The casino was bustling with activity as people flocked to the various games and attractions. One particular attraction, an animatronic clown, had always been a source of fear for some of the patrons. It sat in a corner, motionless and silent, its painted smile taunting those who passed by.

But tonight, something was different. As the clock struck midnight, the clown's eyes flickered to life. It rose from its perch, its mechanical movements fluid and graceful. With a sinister cackle, it began to make its way through the casino, killing anyone in its path.

Panic and chaos ensued as people tried to escape the deadly clown. It was relentless, cutting through the crowd with ease as it continued its rampage. Eventually, the authorities arrived and managed to take the animatronic down, but the damage had been done. The once vibrant casino was now a scene of destruction, with bodies littering the floor. The evil clown animatronic had brought death and destruction to the once-happy establishment.

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Prompt: after Freddy gets taken over by the virus during the events of Security Breach. Gregory has no choice but to hide in the museum wing, where he gains 11 new allies in the form of the classic and toy animatronics that were on display (and the souls that inhabit them, returned to take down Afton).

The glamrocks might be faster, but they're not built to take a hit, the classics can tank the worst the glamrocks can dish out, the toys can dish out just as good as the glamrocks.

Charlie and Cassidy make childsplay (pun intended) out of the virus and soon have the glamrocks and Vanessa freed from it, Afton's digital abilities being no match for Cassidy's supernatural might and Charlies control.

Tumblr generated prompt number 23! So, since this prompt is already pretty similar to The Thing About Night Guards in terms of older models coming to Gregory’s defense and also that would be so. many. characters. for such a short ficlet haha, I decided to focus only on Charlie (and the Puppet). I really like how this one turned out!

Once again, the lore escapes me. I’m uncertain of Charlie’s age when she was killed, but for the sake of this ficlet, she’s about the same age as Gregory.

An Extra Reflection

The Puppet, in Gregory’s humble opinion, was one of the creepier animatronics. Its spindly limbs, its exaggerated mask, the eerie way it somehow floated around—he certainly hadn’t been able to spot any wires like Sun and Moon used—none of it exactly inspired trust in him.

But the Puppet had been the one to get between Gregory and Freddy after the virus infected his previous protector. So. He figured he could give it a chance.

“Are you even an actual animatronic?” he mused as he followed it down a hall. It moved completely silently, and its body was minuscule. How could anything mechanical actually fit in there?

It turned to look at him, slowing down so they were walking and floating side by side. Its eyes were empty and blank. The mask was incapable of movement.

He shivered as it contemplated him. There was a hairline crack in its forehead from intercepting what would have been a deadly blow. But Gregory would swear that Freddy’s claws had done more damage than that, that the fracture had been worse half an hour ago.

Anxious at its lack of response and continued staring, Gregory blurted out into the uncomfortable silence, “It’s just, y’know… one of these things is not like the other? You stand out. And you don’t—I dunno, look robot-y? No offense.”

Its body trembled in a way that might have indicated laughter, and it wavered its long, claw-like fingers in a so-so motion.

Gregory huffed. “Yeah, great, that really clears things up.”

For all that he was left with even more questions, something about the brief exchange settled some of his worries. He knew three things now, which was two more things than he’d known a while ago: first, the Puppet wanted to keep him safe; second, it had a sense of humor, which implied it was capable of intelligent thought and thus wasn’t mindless like the STAFF bots; third, if it was so-so a robot… maybe he didn’t have to worry about the virus affecting it.

Even distracted with his thoughts, his hyperawareness was in overdrive. The moment the Puppet paused and lifted its head, Gregory froze and shifted, ready to run. He eyed their surroundings without fully looking away from the Puppet.

It reached for him, and he made an effort not to flinch as it took his wrist and hustled him along. When he quickly glanced over his shoulder as the Puppet pulled him through a bathroom door, he was shocked to spot one of the older animatronics, the fuzzy Bonnie, trudging into view.

He shivered as he made sure the door didn’t bang shut behind him. The Glamrocks were so loud. They clanked and thunked and shook the floor. They called out pretty lies and bitter taunts.

The others, the old ones… they were so quiet. He wouldn’t have noticed Bonnie behind him until it was too late.

Gregory let out a shaky breath and smiled wanly at the Puppet, hovering over him with its hands out, like it was ready to catch him or help in any way he might need. “Thanks,” he said. “I owe you twice now.”

The Puppet shrugged, ducking its head almost bashfully. It floated further from the door, looking around the bathroom in mild curiosity. Gregory considered the stalls. You never knew how long it’d be before you got the chance to go again, not with homicidal robots stalking you.

He stepped into the main area and recoiled at sudden movement in the corner of his eye. But it was only a large, floor-length mirror on the wall. Wow, Gregory, paranoid much?

Gregory absently eyed his reflection. The rough night he’d been having was plain to see in the grime and blood staining his shirt. A few scratches stood out on his arm, and his band-aids had doubled in number over the past handful of hours.

Movement behind his mirror self drew his attention, and his brain said, The Puppet, but his eyes said, Human girl.

A startled noise slipped out of him as he whirled around. Across the room, the Puppet stopped its exploration and looked at him. It was alone.

Speechless, Gregory stared for a moment before peeking over his shoulder.

The girl was still there, standing beside the Puppet. She looked to be around his age and of a similar height. She was wearing a black t-shirt with a black and white striped long-sleeve undershirt. Black shorts ended at her band-aid littered knees. Scrunched up black and white striped socks poked out of cherry-red high-tops. Her straight brown hair went a little past her shoulders—oh, and her eyes were completely black.

He pointed at the mirror. Then at the Puppet. Back at the mirror. The Puppet. His thoughts were a jumble, and he couldn’t get out more than a stuttered sound before whatever he wanted to say withered into silence.

’Cause, like, she was clearly part of the Puppet. The stripes? Yeah, duh. But that, that really didn’t help this situation make any more sense. Was he hallucinating? Dead? Had Freddy succeeded in ripping out his throat?

The Puppet came closer, and he fully faced the mirror, mouth gaping. He gestured wordlessly and emphatically at the girl, and her eyes promptly went very wide.

“I’m torn,” Gregory said. “Either I’ve got brain damage or you’re a ghost.”

The Puppet’s body shook in silent laughter again as the girl flailed a bit. She darted forward to stand at Gregory’s side.

The girl’s mouth moved as the Puppet joined them, floating at their backs, looming like a bizarre guardian angel. Her face fell when it became clear he couldn’t hear her.

“Sorry,” he said, even though it wasn’t his fault. Feeling genuinely bad for… whoever or whatever the Puppet and/or the girl was, he patted its arm.

The girl’s mouth started moving just before he did, and the second he touched the Puppet, his ears popped and he heard, “—be able to see me like this.”

Gregory choked at the electric shock he got, jerking his hand back even as he cried out, “I heard you! I heard you for a second!”

She blinked, stunned, and the Puppet reached out—slowly, giving Gregory time to pull away—and laid its hand on the back of his neck. The shock wasn’t so bad this time, nearly ignorable.

“Try again,” he said. The three of them made for a strange reflection, and he cracked a grin over it.

“Hi,” the girl said, “my name’s Charlie.”

“Nice to meet you, Charlie. I’m Gregory.”

There was a moment of silence before the realization hit her, and then she was hugging herself around her stomach and falling to her knees as some painful-sounding combination of laughter and sobs exploded out of her.

He was crouching down and reaching out like a dummy before he could even remember that she was a ghost, but it didn’t matter anyway because the Puppet followed, hand still on his neck, and instead of his own hand passing through her, his fingers landed on her shoulder just fine. He could tell she was oddly chilly beneath her shirt, but otherwise, she felt completely real and solid.

Charlie’s head jerked up, hiccups spasming through her, her black eyes shiny with tears. They stared at each other in the mirror for a few seconds before Gregory sat down all the way and scooted closer to hug her. Her expression—one of such heartbreak and shock and desperation—spoke of profound loneliness. He wondered how long she’d been dead. He wondered when she’d last been hugged.

She collapsed against him, shaking, and the Puppet kept him from falling backward. It knelt beside them, its arms magically extending to wrap around them both. Gregory’s head was pressed between Charlie’s and the Puppet’s, and he both was and wasn’t surprised to realize there was no sound of whirring or clicking or creaking coming from inside it.

There was, however, oh so faintly, a heartbeat.

#i answered a thing #willthemechanist #fnaf fic #fnaf security breach #star's stories #life and times of star

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