#William Afton/Glitchtrap x Reader

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William Afton x Reader Oneshots

(Couldn't decide on the pics, but I chose this one. Maybe I will change it one day to a different one.)

DISCLAIMER !: I do NOT support rape, abuse and other bad behavior ! This is pure fanfiction and fantasy ONLY ! People who can get easily triggered by it, DON’T FUCKING READ IT ! Warnings are at the very top of the beginning smut shot, so READ THEM BEFORE you read the fic !

PURE ONESHOTS !!!

Dad…? – Dad!William x Son!Reader (Part 1)

How the whole Madness started… - Dad!William x Son!Reader (Part 2)

FLUFF !!!

Why do you call me bunny ? – William Afton x Male!Reader

SMUT !!!

My Bunny – Sub!Glitchtrap x Dom!Male!Reader (SMUT)

Masterlists to....

M/n's Pet~ - William Afton x Male!Reader

(Movie) William Afton x Reader Oneshots

How to turn a Killer into a Bunny – (FNaF Movie)William Afton x Male!Reader

Main Masterlist

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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ⌇WILLIAM AFTON

william afton x fem!reader || WC: 4,172

𖤐 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. as the new intern for fazbear’s entertainment, you seemed to have grabbed william’s attention. but when an innocent work crush becomes a dark and twisted obsession, the only way he can have you is by corrupting you...

𖤐 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. dubcon, mind control (glitchtrap virus), sadism, murder, psychological abuse, manipulation, predator/prey dynamic, implied age gap, degradation, eventual rough smut, mentions of vanny mask.

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Your innocence drives William Afton insane.

He remembered the first day he hired you. You were just a young woman in university looking forward to this internship with a good hourly wage. And as time progressed, you were always this sweet and tender being for him. He loves to watch you doing your own thing, his movements furtive and unnoticed as he easily blends in with the shadowy corners of the pizzeria. He was intrigued about the fascination you have for his animatronics and their quirky mechanics. Perhaps you were just as gullible as his other child victims who were too late to realize his creations were actually killer machines.

However, William’s thirsty murder drive wasn’t as insatiable for you compared to the mindless little children in his pizzeria. Your curiosity was just too adorable to him that it makes him sexually enraged sometimes. There was something about an alluring woman like you that crawled under his skin, riling him up to corrupt the dark depths of your mind. Make him own you, use you, and just ruin you as his precious little whore.

And that’s when he designed the Vanny mask. A special mask created with the augumented glitchtrap virus that mind controls and corrupts whoever wears it. Just thinking about you being completely under his control, your sharp-witted brain clouded with desire and devotion for him, and only him, made him lose his mind.

It was closing time and all the guests were gone for the night. You were powering off all the beloved animatronics in the parts and service room, ready to go home and finish your assignments. But it wasn’t until William’s shadow overtook your peripheral vision, noticing him leaning against the doorframe with a gentle, nurturing smile on his face.

“Working late again?” he coaxed, the husk in his voice sending a shiver coursing down your spine. You must admit, Mr. Afton is a very fine man for his age despite the huge age gap. Your eyes furtively glide up his arms from his rolled up purple dress shirt, taking in his firm biceps and his entire muscle structure almost visible. Attractive, veiny arms and elegant, clean hands with long, slender fingers— you had to quickly glance away before you got caught staring.

“Sorry. You know how much I love to spend time with the animatronics. Especially Foxy and Bonnie,” you beamed.

“And for that, you’ve been doing such a good job so far. Such a smart girl, aren’t you?”

“If you say so, Mr. Afton,” you chuckled nervously, feeling your heart race erratically from his enticing compliment.

William waits for you as you pack up your things for the night to clock out and close the pizzeria with him. But deep down, he couldn’t control himself around you, his gaze growing darker from the morbid thought of physically digging through that pretty brain of yours and rewiring it like how he designs his killer animatronics and their broken little souls to obey him and only him. He had this gripping addiction for you, surrounding him with this madness to fucking chain up your innocence and corrupt you.

He couldn’t wait to reveal the beautiful surprise he has for you in his office.

You finally have your stuff, ready to go home for the night. “Alright, Mr. Afton. I’ll be on my way now. You have a goodnight!”

“Oh, wait—!” he suddenly sputtered, catching up to you before opening the door and escaping him. “Sorry, I forgot to tell you. I have something cool I need to show you in my office, if you don’t mind. It’s a nice surprise just for being my favorite intern here.”

The way you raised your brows and widened your eyes was so oddly adorable to him. “A surprise? Aw, you didn’t have to!”

“No, no. For your wonderful service, I felt inclined to reward you with something cool. You go on right ahead into my office and take a peak. Apologies for, uh, making you stay a little longer just as you were about to leave.”

You couldn’t help but oblige, falling right into William’s trap just like that. An innocent surprise, just how could you resist that from your boss that you were secretly crushing on? As you sauntered down the dimly lit checkered hallway into his office, you slowly open the door and noticed a white rabbit mask laying right in the middle of his mahogany desk.

It all felt so odd at first. As it something was amiss. Usually his computer and paperwork would be disorganized right on this desk, but his office was entirely cleaned out. Were you in the right room? You were sure that this was his office, the same office where he conducted your interview and got you started with your onboarding when you got hired. The same office that he invited you in for coffee and discussing about your career and pursuing your major. Frazzled with confusion and slightly perplexed of the changes and the way the air felt ever so slightly thicker and ominous, you couldn’t help but feel drawn into the mask.

There was a purple glow coming from the eyes of the rabbit mask, prompted to reach out to it and run your finger down the mask. Something about it was reeling you in, luring you into a trance that you dropped your backpack onto the floor. No matter what, your gaze couldn’t leave the mask as you stared into its eyes, utterly hypnotizing you. Then you slowly picked it up and turned it around, suddenly wincing in pain when you see the wicked purple glowing code, the cryptic symbols, and foreign arcane patterns.

Ensnared by the hypnotic patterns, it feels as if you completely lost your sense of self and became increasingly disconnected from this reality, transpiring around you. You inch the rabbit mask closer to you, the hypnotic and corrupt coding overwriting your willpower and invading you tremendously like a virus. And once the mask settles into your face, you were no longer yourself.

New user detected.

Pairing occipital transponder.

Stay calm.

This won’t hurt a bit.

You let out a yelp from a dull throb as you were helplessly consumed by this malicious coding, this malware literally brainwashing you like cables and wires attaching to your occipital lobe. At first your visual perception and your visuospatial processing were completely altered until the malware spread into other regions of your brain, specifically your hypothalamus ansa lenticularis and pallidum; where your sexual desire is mediated. It was like a vise tightening around your temples, each squeeze sending waves of sharp, pulsing pain through your fragile skull. Your coherence became fragmented. Your agony was also amplified. But these invasive commands from the virus seared into your consciousness, suffocating you with this tremendous amount of lust pooling in your brain.

William was standing by the doorframe again, watching you with a wicked smirk as you tried to rip the Vanny mask off your face, stumbling on some thick wires on the floor and falling when your balance and coordination faltered. You started screaming in terror, begging for somebody to help get this device off of you. But William couldn’t help but get turned on, and watching you scream and cry for mercy as the glitchtrap virus, the malware he programmed and created himself, corrupted you so beautifully to become his precious possession and own you forever.

When you managed to get back on your feet, William roughly grabs you by the neck from behind and snatches the mask off of you, forcing you in place when you tried to run. You panted heavily, your fear provoking the man wis=th a rush of arousal shooting inside him. He loved hearing your squeals and your cries, muffled by his large hands. It was just too precious; you, an unsullied young woman, playing right into his hands.

“Where do you think you’re going, my sweet?” he taunted in your ears, having to hold onto you tighter and suffocate you the more you squirmed. “You know that you’re under my control now, right? You can’t think for yourself anymore. You only obey.”

Your head still throbbed in pain from the virus spreading into your brain, trying to grasp onto your coherence and the ability to get ahold of yourself before it was too late. Fear, misery, and agony kept flinching inside you. You were in no position to defend yourself even if you had the physical strength to fight for your life. But the betrayal— the utter betrayal of your boss, Mr. William Afton, a man you admired for so long as your mentor, shattered you completely.

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to have you like this,” his breathless voice fills your ears. “No one would ever take a smart woman like you seriously here. No one except me. Don’t you realize I was the only person that was fond of you? Nobody would even talk to you.”

With all your strength you tried to fight back and escape William’s grasp, but your struggle was to no avail. “Please— please,“ you choked out, “don’t do this— I swear, I won’t tell—“

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll kill you.” He slapped his hand over your mouth, subtly growling when he felt his cock grow harder from the fear and terror overtaking you that it brought you to tears. “You’re all mine to do with as I desire now, you understand? You’ll be my precious fucktoy from now on.”

How he loved hearing your muffled squeals, your pleads, and your cries for the first time, echoing off the walls of the pizzeria just like the rest of the kids he murdered right in this office not that long ago. But it was not his plan to kill you specifically tonight.

Because once that virus engraves in your brain permanently, you’ll belong to him forever.

There was still fear seizing within you that you started drowning in your own insanity. But soon it was invaded with an odd feeling of arousal— This painful grasp he had on you started to bloom an irresistible throbbing in your cunt, waking your body into a new sensation you’ve never endured in your life. As if the virus was rousing your soul, sedating you with pleasure, burning like acid. The way William was able to taunt you and torture you emotionally and physically had you succumbing to him, right at his command, taking every twisted thing he ever said and rewiring your brain to take it as a good thing.

“Aw, look at you. Did your sensitivity increase when I hold you like this?” The way he shamelessly cups your breasts, massaging them ever so gently had you trapped in this menacing ecstasy. A consuming, yet flagrant wrath that overflowed you. He violated your brain and you had no control of your coherence. You can’t decide what was right or wrong for you anymore; only William can do that.

Obsession. Obedience. Something so incessant, like this maddening hunger and desire, filled your body to the brim. You felt filthy. Nasty. Like a lost little rabbit caught in the woods by a big bad wolf, you were the prey. There was this erratic pounding in your cunt the more his hands roamed about your sensitive body— it was enough to make you limp like a toy for him to play with. He grabs your uniform and rips it open to expose your breasts, your nipples more tender as he plays with them.

“Look at you. It didn’t take long for the effects to kick in,” he chuckles. “Do you wanna know what’s happening to your body? My Glitchtrap virus not only brainwashed you, but rendered parts of your brain with aphrodisiac.”

Your eyes started to sulk, unable to speak properly but only whimper and moan softly from the way he toys with your body. “You’re gonna be my pretty, obedient little whore from now on,” the man continued. “Your memories will be wiped. You can’t make decisions for yourself anymore. You’re only useful to me when I fuck you in this office…”

“…and when I use you to kill more kids for me.”

He abruptly forces you down onto his desk, pressing your face against the wooden surface while taking your limp hands and bounding you behind your back with his belt so swiftly. Usually you’d be afraid. Usually you would be struck by terror from the way he handled you so aggressively in a helpless, futile state. But this virus, this aphrodisiac, rather, had you turned on so much that you couldn’t see straight. It felt like the inner whore in you awakened, and your poor aching cunt couldn’t stop furtively pounding and throbbing from how needy and slutty you really are for him.

His pants were undone while yours was pulled down just below your ass. William felt his cock stirring from the way you arched your back so perfectly for him, showing your ass off for him to toy with and slap. Your mind couldn’t stop screaming, internally begging for him to be inside your cunt already; and immediately he could tell how desperate you became kust from how you backed your ass up onto him to feel the tip of his cock. How you were so needy for friction, for the sensation, that a whine escapes your lips it urged him to slap your ass again.

“Use your words, pretty whore,” he snarked. “Before you were just my innocent little intern and now you’re my greedy little bitch who’s good for nothing but a fuck. Might have to fuck you extra hard just to see your limit with that virus.”

“Mm— please fuck me, Mr. Afton,” you slurred, almost drooling on his desk as he kept your head pinned down. “Please fuck me… like your pretty little whore.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming for you to say that, darling.”

This wild ecstasy was fulfilling William, like an insatiable hunger and frenzy slowly growing to its peak. He slides his cock deep into your soppy cunt, letting out a low grunt from the way your walls clenched so tight on him. You let out a loud cry; he was so big that it was too painful. But how merciful of him to let you adjust for awhile, right before he pulls out and slams into you again. It was so sloppy, so filthy, and so messy as he starts to pick up his speed, grunting with each thrust that your pain warred with pleasure.

No rational thought formed in your head; only unintelligent and pathetic moans from the way your boss was fucking you so hard and rough on his desk with your hands bound behind your back. Though you struggled to accommodate to his size, the virus was strong enough to make you succumb to the pleasure. His strokes were so rough, so savage, that you were already reduced to a wreck. You couldn’t get enough of this mind-numbing pleasure, it’s like you could see stars fly past your eyes. And not only did William bask in the beautiful sight of corrupting you like this— oh, he fucking loved the way your cunt felt. It was so perfect; molding it to the shape of his cock for him to use.

“Dripping all over my cock now, huh? Beg me to make you come. I need to hear you,” he taunts, his voice so terse it made your cunt throb involuntary.

“I— I wanna come all over your cock, sir,” you whined, eyes welling with blissful tears. “Please make me come. Use me all you want. I’m yours.”

“Fuck.” William threw his head back and gave a guttural groan, fucking into you much faster and that your body and mind spiked with pleasure. “I love when my pretty slut knows her place.”

Your turmoil has spiraled into shameless arousal, taking every harsh thrust of his cock hitting your g-spot so good that not only did it stimulate your cunt, but your brain. Electric sensations skyrocket through you before you could even register it all, your glossy eyes and face all ravished and wanton beyond comprehension. You loved it. You fucking enthralled in it. His rough hands on you, his savage strokes, his cruelty to you. How he managed to uncover your salacity, your forbidden desire of being bound and fucked this way like a nymphomaniac.

The thought of him brainwashing you as his free use fuckslut and his experiment, his prodigy just to kill innocent people for him… your brain became number and number, as if your orgasm completely sedated you. You let out a scream, clutching your fists for your dear life and squirming in his grip as you came so hard on his desk, your pussy erratically pounding and squeezing on his cock that it made William come inside you, pumping every load into you. You’ve lost the feeling in your thighs, trembling with every harsh smack of his hips against your ass as he fills you. Hard, deep thrusts that nudges right up against that spongey, sensitive spot inside. Your brain falls so foggy as you were at your limit, but you knew deep down that he wasn’t done with you.

William pulls out slow, eyes never leaving your pussy just to see it flexing over nothing like you were yearning for that feeling of fullness again, seeing ropes of his cum leaking out. This is all he wanted for so long— fucking you until you reach your limit and filling you with his cum all the way to the brim— all while brainwashing you to obey every command of his and doing most of his dirty work for him.

“I have been dreaming of having you like this the moment I hired you,” he spoke ominously, grabbing the mask just to abruptly shove it back onto your face as if he was downing you with a drug. “It was so fascinating to see; how I managed to control you by a virus I made. I can just taste the fear in you, and I turned that fear into pleasure…”

“…You belong to me now. I will never let you go.”

It’s a shame, how you’ll never be the same person you were before. How you’re reduced as nothing but William’s pet, having no control over your own life and using you for his entertainment, pleasure, and satisfaction. Sure, you’ll be able to live a normal life as if nothing happened; going back home to friends and family with no memory of what happened, until the corrupted emails with malware that William sends to you fucks with your brain, which was heavily prone to his psychological tortures and manipulations.

Some coworkers noticed. Some coworkers didn’t care. The difference in your personality, your attitude, your demeanor. How you’re exhibiting these vacant, yet glazed expressions at work, and the way how you spoke was either monotonous or overly compliant. But the moment William calls you into his office after hours, all that turmoil and agitation suddenly becomes your pleasure.

A few months later, missing children reports were spreading like wildfire. And though the police couldn’t find any evidence against William Afton or within every inch of the pizzeria, it was all you; hiding in your handmade white rabbit suit with patches and stitches all over, made of patterned fabrics of grey and black. How you easily lured kids into the parts and service room, murdering them either one by one or altogether in a group.

Vanny was now your new identity. Your new life.

A life you would not give anything else in the world for, as long as William rewards you.

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[cinnamonroll-anon]

Hello! If its okay to request, Could you do fnaf?

With Springtrap, Scraptrap (and Glitchtrap/Burntrap ) react to Reader as William Afton's daughter. With the reaction of them with ghost of Afton (or Afton's fatherly love or any alike) to his adult daughter, who's working in Fnaf location(s) and also the only living/surviving family member

Lost to Time: Springtrap x Daughter!Reader (Platonic)

A/n: Of course I'd do fnaf! It's literally like my favorite! I know you asked for different versions of Springtrap and to keep things from being confusing I'll spilt them into a timeline order. Sorry if this isn't what you requested have a nice day anon!

Warnings: Platonic Paring, Angst, Gendered Reader but i still used GN pronouns

You were the youngest of the Afton family, being around 3 when the incident at Fredbears Family Diner hospitalized and killed Evan. You were treasured in the family, but you couldn't understand what was happening around you. At first, Evan was gone, then your mother left, soon Elizabeth disappeared and last but not least your father was presumed dead. The remaining family member at the time was Michael, but he was barely a teen, he couldn't take care of you.

He had learned about everything that had happened, from the divorce of his parents, the tragic accident that killed Elizabeth and the eventual madness of his father. Michael was glad that you were left out of all this and felt both happy and heartbroken by how young you were, you wouldn't remember this. He gave you up for adoption and requested that your last name would be changed, hoping to spare you the burden of your real family, and to correct the sins of his father.

You grew up into a normal family, you had never once doubted the legitimacy of your relation, but you had odd dreams. Times of different faces and colorful birthdays, patterned walls and floors. In the end it all drifted away like a fever dream, one that felt so close and real. You eventually came across Fazbear's Fright, a horror attraction based on a long urban legend of the town you recently moved to. You had much fun reading through the documentaries, yet the mystery of the man behind the slaughter was still unsolved. He was presumed dead, and you hoped it stayed that way. You didn't want to end up on the victim list.

You remember the first day you came to work, how the man on the phone was ecstatic to have actually found one of the old animatronics. You flicked the cameras to look at it, or as much as you could in the dimly illuminated space it sat in. It was horrible to look at, it was rotten and was practically on the verge of decay, which made it perfect for the attraction. The room that you were in was stuffy, the constant need to check on the ventilation was tiresome throughout the night. You would check the camera's and look at the rabbit suit, you swore it wasn't looking at the camera when you got here. You brushed it off as a lack of oxygen or the animatronic glitching and moving. Yeah, it probably could do that.

The next night you knew you weren't crazy or delirious, that thing moved on it's own. The most uncanny part of it was it's movement, it was too fluid for a rusting robot. Eventually you figured out a way between handling your hallucinations of paranoia and redirecting the animatronic throughout the attraction. It was a frivolous task, and you weren't sure how long you'd make it, until eventually it was looking at you through the glass in front of you.

He wasn't sure how long he was stuck in that closet but he was sure glad he wasn't trapped again, that was until he realized he was in another building, one that imitated the old locations. It was like this place was taunting him, reminding him of his past, of the horrible choices that had sealed his fate. As he tried roaming around the building at night he realized he wasn't alone, someone was watching through the cameras. A twisted idea came to Springtrap's mind, if he couldn't get out of the building by his own means, he could hunt down the guard here for sport.

He continued with this plan, promising himself that he was only killing whoever was there for their keys, yet he knew that deep inside of him he just wanted to quench a crazed desire. On some night's, when he didn't turn to follow the taunting noises of children's laughter he would make it to the glass that separated you two. He would observe you, quick glances to intense stares. The glass was obviously dirty, it was hard to make out your face, bit something deep down told him you were familiar. Were you one of the old guards? Or perhaps someone he was aquatinted with? No. You looked too familiar, almost as if he could put a name to your face. As these nights continued he not only grew more reckless but also more desperate to figure out who you were. Who were you to remind him of the time he was alive?

One night you were falling behind on your tasks finding yourself, having to decide between running the chance of that thing getting inside of the office or having clean air. You survival instinct kicked in and you chose to run the ventilation, gasping for breath as you hungrily breathed in, trying to get rid of the lightheadedness that fogged your brain. It was his chance, he swiftly moved into the office, acquaintance or not he was done being trapped inside the forsaken place. That was until he got a good look at you.

It was as if his very heart felt a sudden pain, a newfound sense of dread washing over him as he froze in place, looming over you too closely. You were terrified of this thing in front of you and you both entered a long and painful stare down. You couldn't be, but you were. His child, his youngest. What he used to find the most precious in his life. It was complicated, he was used to being this, being Springtrap, but right now he could only feel the presence of William. He couldn't hurt you, old memories flooding his mind as he inspected you. He ended up retreating back into the furthest room and you were panicking at the close call of your certain demise.

He sat and contemplated, he would remember how gently he held you when you first came into the world. How your laughter would light up his heart, he would've done anything to make you smile. You were so young and now you were so much older. He couldn't believe it, how he had practically forgotten you, so driven by his bloodthirst. He wondered what became of you, of Michael. Michael? Where was he? Was he with you? Did you grow up without them? Had you cried when everyone had left? As he sat he could almost cry, he had abandoned you, he had acted so reckless that he had carelessly thrown away all of his life. All of your life. The life of his entire family.

It drove him insane thinking and spiraling in that room. He would dig his hands into the moldy and matted fur of his so called body. He wasn't that man anymore, he was something else. He had made peace with that, but a part of him, this old spirit of William Afton would come to haunt him. It brought a new sense of terror to his situation, a headache to deal with who he was. He was Springtrap not William, but there would always he a sliver of William in him.

The next nights were odd for you, he wasn't moving around much, neither did he appear hostile. He would go up to the window and stare at you before walking away mindlessly. In a sense you were still his beloved daughter, even if you were the last of what remained from the past. Then one night, things became more creepier to you because he'd begin to do something that normal animatronics could do... He began to talk. And not preprogrammed daiolgue, this thing was talking on it's own. You wondered what would've been more unerving, this thing spouting out jumbled speech or showing signs of actual sentience.

It had started once again where the glass separated the two of you, his voice came out pained and raspy, truly worthy of his appearance. "Who are you?"

He already knew the answer in his heart, but he felt this strange need to connect with you. Either that or the sheer isolation of god knows how long, he wanted to get to know you better. That's how you would spend the night, talking to this animatronic. As you got a better look at him you began to notice something alarming, he had organs, decaying organs.

"What about family? Any lost members or accidents?" He wanted to know if you remembered, if there was any hope you knew about him.

"No, just a normal family in the suburbs, well as normal as we can be. I've seen my sibling chug down a whole litter of soda in one sitting, though." He was amused by you, but he was quickly losing hope in you, about you actually knowing who he was.

"Really? No divorce or family issue?" You've had to remember his split with his wife, these things are what children tend to remember... right?

"No, my parents love each other to bits, the only time I've seen them fight was over who ate thier ice cream before movie night." You were beyond weirded out by his specific questions, but that morbid curiosity kept you answering them. Maybe it's because you also would've interrogated this thing, had you not been felt like a cornered animal. You were lucky that the night was coming to an end but you needed to figure out what this thing was before you left.

"What even are you?"

"You could say I'm what little remains of the man I used to be." He answered as he looked over his own body in contemplation.

"And who would that be?"

"I was once known as William, William Afton." You felt the way your fists tightened and the sense of terror that struck you. You were now in very real danger. Stuck in a building with a murder. A child murderer.

"Why? Why haven't you killed me yet then?" Possibly the worst thing to ask a six foot animatronic with a serial killer for a resident.

"You remind me of someone, my youngest child, but I'm afraid they were too young at the time." He mused to himself before leaning closer to the window, making eye contact with you. It was chilling, those glossy and clouded silver eyes, eyes of a decaying corpse.

"What utter nonsense, I'd never be related to a monster like you!"

"Is that so? Then have you ever bothered to ask if you're related to your so called parents?"

"Don't you dare bring them into this!" You practically barked out to the now smug animatronic.

"Upset much? Not that it matters, I know my own when I see them. You look so identical from when you did before." He responded almost fondly as his gaze softened for a fraction of a second. As soon as the clock hit six you bolted out of the building and into your car in disbelief.

He had left you with more questions than answers. He was William Afton, the infamous killer and co-creator of the Fazbear company. That and how much he was digging into your own past, like he knew something was off. You didn't want to believe him, that atrocity, but you had decided to confront your parents that night.

You felt as though your world came crashing down. What do you mean you were adopted?!

"Why didn't you tell me this before? Why did you keep this away from me? I'm old enough to know. It wouldn't have changed how I viewed you, but this has to do with my biological family!" You were beyond distressed, you felt mortified by these new findings.

"Trust us we wouldn't have kept this away from you had it not been by his wishes."

"Who's wishes?" Who else's say in the matter could be more important than you knowing the truth.

"Your brothers wishes. Listen, you came from a... complicated background, he wanted to save you from that burden. He requested to have your name changed so that you'd have a better chance at life than him." You could tell by their look in their eyes that it came from a place of sincerity, this wasn't done to cause you any strife.

"Please, I just want to know the truth... How was my life before the adoption? Please." Eventually they sat you down, before explaining to you your foreign past.

They first explained the death of your two middle siblings, Evan and Elizabeth, how your mother had divorced your father. And lastly that your father had died tragically as well. This story wouldn't have been so disturbing had they not explained why this happened. Because you were an Afton, the daughter of William Afton. They tried to explain to you all the sickening details of your past and how eventually it was just Micheal and you. You felt tears in your eyes as your parents comforted you. You couldn't believe you were related to William Afton, and it felt worse knowing that he was still alive in that bunny suit.

You had understood why your past was considered better buried, it was the connections to a tragic family and evidence to the murders. Your parents told you how Micheal had told them everything, it felt like a secret they needed to hide from you to give you the semblance of a normal life. You wondered if Michael was still out there somewhere. Was he alright? You couldn't really bother asking those what if's, especially because you'd have to return to work tomorrow. Back with him.

It was an awkward meeting but he felt delighted to see you again. You talked with him cautiously, I mean he was now a rotting corpse and a killer. You ended up learning that as much as this was your father he had also changed, like his spirit lived on but not who he used to be. He talked about how he lamented not taking care of you, ignoring everything for his ultimate goal and eventually giving into his sinister desire. But in a bittersweet way he way glad you never got involved, unlike Michael, he still remembers how terrified Micheal was of him. You granted him some grace to get to know you, and deep down in his un-beating heart he was greatful, for a part of him still recognized you as his beloved child. He was not only more gentle towards you, but even caring about your life outside of this attraction. You'd end up telling him that it made sense why this attraction was so distant and familiar to you, it used to remind you of the old diner and birthday parties you had seen. Glimpses of your old life.

He found it odd how he cared for you even going as far as holding you close in his embrace. It brought small tears to his eyes when he did, when was the last time he held you or anyone in the past thirty years. He allowed his parental love for you to shine through and you allowed it to reciprocate, when you felt comfortable enough.

One day this little routine of yours changed, you were swapped with another night guard and given the day shift. It was odd, it's not like you saw him as your father, you knew he couldn't be that to you anymore, not after what he did, but still you wanted to know him. Like the small bit of your past you could talk to, the closest thing to your old family. As semi disappointed as you were you continued the week working, hoping to maybe sneak around to talk to springtrap, but to your horror the attraction was burned down. When you had arrived in the morning, there were police and firefighters. The attraction was burned to the ground only ashes and some old structure remained, charred and on the verge of collapse.

You went home with a sense of dread and grief in the pit of your stomach. The man you could've called your father could now be gone forever. You waited restlessly for any news, hoping that he was still alive somehow. You got an email letting you know that you were let off, nothing was salvageable, only small objects and that the original fazbear suit was gone, presumably burnt to nothing. You felt yourself swallow a lump at your throat, it wasn't fair, you had just found out the truth only to have it stripped from you again, your family stripped from you again.

Time would go on until you found another job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place. You were honestly trying to cope with everything, the death of your father, the guilt of what he had done and not being able to find your brother Michael. You were hired as well as another man, he was a bit older than you and looked sickly, but you never commented on it. He would often wear a mask to hide his face, probably to hide whatever condition did that damage to him. You both would scavenge and build up the pizzeria, bringing old animatronics in. The one that caught your eye was a familiar bunny costume, a run down green one you never thought you were going to see again.

When you brought him in at first he wouldn't recognize you. It stung in your heart as he would become another one if the mindless animatronics thirsting for blood and vengeance. You stayed longer after your shift with your coworker, telling him that you just needed a couple of minutes before you left. You'd end up confronting him, or what he calls himself now, Scraptrap. It took some back and forth between you and this version of him.

"You can't just go ahead and ruin their lives, my life, and not possibly remember. Here I thought you actually changed, but you've showed me that the old William Afton didn't give up on his despicable goals!" That voice, he knew it, like a nagging feeling in his gut before he heard that name. William. William Afton. That's who he was. Nobody else knew, unless. He called you out by your name, too apologetically, stunned as he inspected you.

You turned and faced the estranged face of Scraptrap, he looked at you more softly, gently raising his hand before gently cupping your face. How could this be? Could fate really have been this cruel to merge your paths again? You couldn't help the tears, after all he's done he was still your father, and he wasn't dead.

You'd both would spend some time again with each other, making sure your coworker didn't catch the two of you talking. It would've been one really awkward conversation. You lamented Scraptrap, his mind was deteriorating, getting corrupted by his twisted impulses. You feared the little remnant of your father would fade into nothing and you'd be stuck with a deranged killer in his place. Scraptrap could feel that strange sense in his chest again, that desire to protect you, to show you compassion and care. Could he even be capable of that at this point? He felt like he was in too deep to back down now.

It was soon the end of the week, you were so proud of how far you and your coworker were able to get this place up and running. That was until the animatronics, or one of them began to talk, Scrap Baby. She carried an ominous and erie message, almost like the cards were in her favor until the communication cut off and another man began to talk, Henry. He had revealed in the message that Scrap Baby was Elizabeth, you swore you almost entered a breakdown again. Elizabeth? Elizabeth Afton? Your sister?

Both you and your coworker had collected all the possessed animatronics, with Henry wishing to set them free and to end William for once and for all. You could feel the way the building grew more hotter by the second and the escape route was mentioned and you began to panic. You tugged on the sleeve of your coworker, trying to get him to leave with you.

"We need to leave, now! I know this all seems crazy but we can still escape, come on!"

"I'm not going anywhere, I've made my peace with this."

"What are you even talking about?! We need to go now!" You could feel the way the fire was slowly approaching your office, you could hear the terrible noises those creatures made. It was agonizing, especially knowing that Scraptrap was one of them, but you couldn't afford to save him, not when you could barely save yourself.

"I want to stay here and let this whole tragedy end, I'm right where i need to be. There's nothing out there for me."

"You can't just say that!" You could practically taste the smoke, a sheer miracle you haven't started coughing.

"You don't understand! I'm William's son! I'm that monsters family, I've been working to undo the damage he's caused, to right his wrongs. I've been following his trail for all of my life and now... I just want to rest..." He said as he finally drew his face mask off. He looked horrible, his skin an unnatural color, down to his bones.

"Michael?" You felt the smoke begin to prick your eyes, this sudden revelation only adding fuel to your watering eyes. He looked at you in entire disbelief, he had used many different names, leaving this one behind, you couldn't have known.

"How? How do you know my name?" He asked hesitantly, looking you up and down, trying to see if he might recognize you from anywhere. Any hint to know how you knew his name.

"Micheal, I'm your sibling... An Afton." The way his eyes widened and tears began to spill from his eyes made your own cascade down your cheeks.

"No, no, this can't be you're not supposed to be here! You can't be here! You need to leave!" He urged as he looked around in fear, the fire was just outside the doors, illuminating the small room you were in.

"Hey! Wait! You need to get them out please! Show them the way out, please! I'm begging you!" Micheal cried out desperately, hugging you close, as he tried to protect you from the fire himself. There were too many emotions in this hug, from a ruinting hug to a comforting hug. He held you tightly, hand cradling the back of your head protectively. Guess big brother instincts always kick in.

"If you wish to get out... you need to get through the ventilation system, there will be a locked panel at the end of it, use the key in the desk to open it. Hurry, you don't have much time. I'm nearby." Henry's voice came in softly, and Micheal quickly rummage through the desk and handed you the key with shakey hands.

"You heard what he said, now go." He said through his tears, you couldn't help the sob that creeped through your throat.

"No please, Micheal I can't lose you too." He gently held your face in his hands, you could barely make him out through your watering eyes.

"Go now, I'll be okay... you were the only good thing that came out of all of this." He said with a somber smile, before leading you to a nearby vent. The fire had eaten up most of the building stability, you could hear the loud snapping and crashing throughout the building. You said your final goodbye to your brother before beginning to crawl through the tight space. It was too hot in here, the metal had heated up and the air was heavy. You were heaving as you made your way throughout the vents, you were on the verge of a coughing fit, being this high up where all the smoke was.

Your watery sight made it hard to distinguish turns, having to feel the burning metal to know where to go. Soon you were met with a vent that was locked, you could feel the cool night breeze from the outside and you fumbled with the keys and lock. You sighed desperately as you heard the lock click and fall before hastily shoving the damn thing open.

You fell down into some bushes, gasping heavily as clean air filtered through your lungs. Before you could process anything else you felt something pick you up by your arms, guiding you away from the blazing building. Henry walked you carefully until you reached a car and he sat you down inside the passenger seat. He did his best to comfort you through all of this, as you practically sobbed into his shoulder.

After a while sirens could be heard and as police arrived on the scene Henry began to talk to them. You were talked to by the police, looked at by paramedics and interviewed by a local news channel. It was obvious Henry was here only to put up a front that this was an accident and not planned. After a long while the police and emergency crew let you off by Henrys request. Now you were in your apartment looking at the interview that they did with Henry.

"This accident is an unfortunate one, everything in that building was reduced to nothing. I'm happy to say that one of our employees made it out safely and no other critical damage were sustained. Unfortunately, one employee remained stuck in that building. We have suffered a tragic loss at Fazbear Entertainment..." You watched apathetically having already been through your breakdown with Henry. You swore you told him everything yet it wouldn't be enough to calm that guilt and restlessness in your heart. He hopped that with everything gone, you'd eventually find peace and that the past could finally be put to rest.

It had been years, you just about made peace with what had happened. Yet like you always do, you always found yourself looking for things of the past. "Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex", your new job. You had worked here for a little over a year, having seen the development of animatronics. You were a security guard, you were quickly introduced to the animatronics, getting to know them. Their ai was convincing, they almost perfectly simulated being alive. This was a much better alternative than the horrible option of possession from the past.

You used to work the night shift, until she got more involved... Vanessa. She was the reason you were swapped from the night shift to the day shift. There were a handful of sketchy findings during the night shift and she had managed to pin the blame on you. Luckily you had the animatronics and fellow staff vouch for you, so instead your shift changed. Better than getting entirely fired, but your boss wanted to revoke your security acess. You had aready gotten a bad feeling about this place. The disapearances and strict security, you had managed to climb your way to the highest security access and you weren't about to let it go to waste. So instead of handing it over you made up an excuse, wether it was that you had accedienly left the card in your uniform as it was washing or having simply lost it, they seemed to have believed it, not prying anymore.

It was helpful to have it at hand, usually if you accidentally left something at work, you could always come back during the night shift to collect it. Vanessa hasn't caught you once, and the animatronics don't seem to question your access or the fact that you're there. You were grateful, until one night you had forgotten your storage keys while on your day shift. You had recently moved from your old apartment to your first house, had you been working the night shift you could easily get work out of the way while also having all day to unpacking. But seeing that this isn't how life was for you, you lost track of those keys to a rented storage unit. You had dressed up in you uniform before taking your security pass and shoving it into your pocket.

You slowly parked your car in the vacant parking lot of the Pizzaplex, god, it was so dark and eerie. The front doors had already been closed for a while, luckily there was always staff entries. You thank the heavens that they didn't confiscate your pass as the locked door unlocked with an audible click before you made your way inside the building. You could take a guess why Vanessa hasn't caught you, first off this place was huge, but you wondered if any staff actually looked over the security footage. You also had quite footsteps, years of experience from moving around your family home at night. What could you say, you needed those midnight snacks. It took a while before you had arrived at your office, sighing in relief as you aquired your keys, that was until you heard a noise approaching the office. You guessed it to be Moon, he'd always got a kick out of scaring you whenever you came in, even before the dayshift change.

"Okay okay, look I heard you from a mile away. So why don't you put your hands in the air mister?" You called out into the hallway seeing a figure... but that didn't look like moon. And correct you were, it was Roxy, but she was torn down. You were in such a state of shock as you saw her, that you almost didn't duck out of the way as she dashed at you. She sounded furious as she chased you, until you were able to baricade one of the doors. Taking in desperate breaths as you jogged away from the door, the sounds of her banging and crying muffleing with the noises of the Pizzaplex. The animatronics weren't supposed to be roaming around at all. What the hell was actually going on tonight?

This is how you'd spend the night, ducking away from the animatronics as you ran into them. They kept calling out for a kid, was there a boy stuck here? You had to get out, but more than anything, you wanted to figure out what was exactly going on. That was until you heard quick footsteps approach you, heavy ones. As you turned to look at the incoming animatronic, you gasped as Freddy came to a hault in front of you. He didn't look any better but he wasn't acting strange like the others.

"Officer! I didn't think I'd run into you tonight!"

"God! You scared me! And trust me when i say this wasn't planned at all. Anyway, can you mind explaining what the hell is going on? No ones supposed to be out of thier rooms, and whats all this I'm hearing about some kid?" You aksed as you looked up at the animatronic, hands on your hips as if you were interrogating a child.

"Officer, I'd love to tell you but... you're not working with Vanessa, are you?" He ased almost nervously before you heard what you believed was tapping in his chest. You brushed it off as something broken or any other logical explanation.

"No Freddy, I'm not. I don't like her, not since she got me booted off of the night shift, that and I'm not exactly supposed to be here either."

He seemed to be relaxed by your words before he had a sense of urgency. "Come with me to parts and service and I'll explain everything", he spoke as he already began to walk away, before starting to run.

You quickly followed after, making your way with him to the stage before descending to part's and service. As you both arrived there you looked over at him while catching your breath.

"So, why did we need to come down here for?"

"Just promise me you won't freak out..." You only blinked up at him before nodding hesitantly before his chest cavity opened, AND WAS THAT A CHILD IN THERE?! You've seen Freddy fit all kinds of cakes in there, but not a full kid. It took some coaching from Freddy for the kid to talk.

"Gregory, it's alright. You can trust this guard, I've known them for quiet some time. They'll help us!"

The kid introduced himself as Gregory, before he explained his situation and everything that's been happening throughout the night. How he was evading Vanessa and some strange white rabbit lady, that and that he's been upgrading Freddy. Oh, that explains the state of the others... and Freddy's purple hands....

You'd end up tagging along with the both of them until finally 6AM. God you were ready to just run out and get Gregory as far as you could from this place until he realized, Freddy couldn't come with. So you both stayed inside the Pizzaplex, trying to solve any other hidden mystery hidden in this place. After giving Freddy his final upgrade and much exploring you were all able to find an old elevator, with only one trip left in it. As you all descended, deeper down, with the music distorting, you couldn't help but feel that similar sense of dread building at the pit of your stomach.

You weren't sure what you'd run into while down there, but you most certainly didn't expect a wastland of inferstucture. As you and Gregory worked around trashed endos, you were finally able to get the generators up and running again, making your way over to what seemed to be a room with tables and a stage. Like a private showroom of shorts. Not only that but there was a gaping whole in the floor, that led to god knows where. Soon Gregory hopped inside of Freddy, a sight you were sure you'd never get used to, and began climbing your way down into this unknown. Freddy soon recalled that this place was familar to him, that she had brought him here, Vanessa. The more you heard of her, the more she left a horrible taste in your mouth.

The worst part was yet to come, you swore you could hear gushes of wind, but as you made your way down to the bottom, it wasn't just a broken vent. It was breathing. Large and monstrous inhales and exhales. Almost like a low rumble, on the verge of a growl. Like that thing was dormant. You weren't even sure what you were looking up at, it was nothing short of an atrocity. A mess of metal and wires, with the occasional Freddy Mask littered over its meshed body. And whatever Freddy was saying was definitely not helping. Soon the wooden planks underneath you began to tremble and crack, giving in to the additional weight as you all tumbled down into a different floor. As you got up from your rough landing, your ears ringing from the sudden noise and adrenaline, you shook yourself up and looked around... Another security office?

As you all apprached the desk, you say something moving throgh the cameras. Something getting out of a recharge station. As you took in its withered shape and remaining organs you gasped in horror at the sight before you. No, it couldn't be... He couldn't have survived. But he did, and the proof of that was his jagged movements on the cameras. William Afton had lived. You weren't wrong with your initial guess of his ever deteriorating mind, slowly slipping into madness. You could barely even recognize him as springtrap, less your father. No, this thing that stood before you wasn't your father, it was the furthest thing from him.

As you were frozen in place, just watching that thing move, Gregory made quick work of the other animatronics, shutting the doors on them or hiding from them. You noticed how Burntrap was rummaging through different rooms and different buttons were near their respective cameras. You preseed the button, and flames soon enveloped the room. You swore it was just out of curiosity the first time, but now you knew what you needed to do. You kept at it for as long as you could, that horrible creature from before slowly making its way into the room. Eventually the fires that were set off didn't go out, instead setting the Pizzaplex on fire. As Freddy and Gregory began to dash out of the Pizzaplex you couldn't help but look back one last time, seeing Burntrap reach out uselessly before getting taken away by that thing.

You could strangely still pitty him, before you turned on your heel and began to catch up to Freddy and Gregory, escaping the collapsing Pizzaplex. You had all made it out safely, albeit dirty. You managed to fit them both in your car, before speeding away from the location. The sky was slowly illuminating, signs that it was clearly morning.

"Hey... is it okay if we can stop to watch the sunrise?" Gregory asked after much of the drive being in silence. You looked over at him, after all you've been through, this was all he wanted? It was simple but endearing, you nodded before driving off to a park, it was huge, so there would be no problem bringing Freddy out woth you. Speaking of Freddy, he was beyond excited to see the world outside the Pizzaplex.

After a while of walking your little group made it to a hill with a single tree. You didn't realize how tired you were until you finally sat down on the grass. You heaved out a tried sigh, letting your hands feel the dewy grass. You looked over next to you, seeing Freddy and Gregory talking happily before they both quickly hushed as the first beams of the sun began to rise from the horizon.

It was breathtaking. It truly had been to long since you've appreciated such a small yet meaningful thing in your life. You finally allowed your mind to process what had happened, and you began to cry... had it been out of relief, happiness or grief was a mystery to you, but you felt odly at peace... maybe this could all finally be put to rest. Maybe this would be the end. You knew you'd still have to take care of Gregory and Freddy, that and look for a new job, but it all felt like it would be alright in the end.

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[kingxgarm]

So... I have some fic ideas and I wanna know which one would like the most

I'm so sleep deprived lol

Debating on making this poll last a week (I'm doing it)

(I will get around to all of these eventually, I just wanna know which ones the best idea to do)

Afton Death Swap

So basically, the story will start with a main prologue, then as the characters experience the tragedy of the prologue, they will get their own individual stories of their POVs, you get to pick which POV you want to follow, or read all of them (the main story will conclude at fnaf 6, but I do have a side story in mind for security breach and help wanted)

Agony

Chapter 1 will be about William waking up in this new agony infested purgatory, he must find some answers and survive, because everything wants him dead

Reach for the Stars

The "dating sim"

Similar to the death swap, there will be a main prologue and each route will be its own individual story, some characters will have romantic routes, some platonic, some both, you decide

There will be dialog options, but I'm not sure whether I should let comments vote which option to pick, or write all of them, and you read which one you pick (it'll be like, go to chapter x if you picked y, ya know)

I might need help with this since it's SUCH a big project, so if you have Notion and want to help write an x reader fic of your favorite tsams character, just shoot me a dm! It's first come, first serve for characters, but obviously, collabs are acceptable

I should also clarify that this is a FANFIC, not a game, don't want to confuse anyone

Yearning

I posted about this a while ago, this is one of my many rewrites for Disney's Wish, it has its own magic system, backstory, and religious components and I might even write songs for it if I decide to go that far

Bloodlust

My collab with @mossy-frog69

We're writing an infection au basically centered around bloodmoon (and polyamory lol)

The first chapter has been in development for a while, but I believe it will soon be at a point where we can post it for you guys!

I'm wondering if I don't come back, maybe then I'll know

An ethgoesboom fic about glitchtrap being the real afton and springtrap being a fake

This is technically a Prequel, but whatever

[furiousflirt]

☆ Welcome to my selfship blog! ☆

INTJ ✘ 22 yo ✘ brazilian ✘ she/her ✘ bisexual aro

This is a side blog, if you see interactions from @kimsnerdcave that's me!

My art blog is @kimberlygbart I also take selfship commissions there!!

I have an imagine/ x reader blog for Whitty and Ruv so feel free to read it if you like them too! @zavollistic-love

Feel free to scroll around or read some more about my F/Os and ships under the cut!

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F/Os list:

ROMANTIC

Whitty from Friday Night Funkin' Mod (by Sock.Clip) [main]

Ruv from Friday Night Funkin' Mod (by dokki.doodlez) [also sometimes in a poly with Whitty]

William Afton/Springtrap/Glitchtrap Five Nights at Freddy’s 3/Help Wanted/FNAF Movie [queerplatonic relationship]

I also have a bunch of AUs for them, either created by me or by others including a few like Shark AU, Mercenary AU, Swap AU, Human AU, Zombie AU, Hell AU, etc.

PLATONIC

Pico, Boyfriend, Carol, Hex, Girlfriend from Friday Night Funkin'

Parental/Dad figure: Garcello from Friday Night Funkin' Mod (by atsuover) and Hellboy from Hellboy [2004]/BPRD comics

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Notes:

I asked Sock.Clip on instagram directly about selfshipping with Whitty and it was stated that she was okay with it

I do not condone William's actions nor he is a victim, this is but a crackship for fun

You may find art of my old f/o Raphael from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but note that I don't ship myself with Raphael anymore, although he was a very important part for me in my teens years, and art from past years will not be deleted! (I have this blog since I was 16)

You’re more than welcome to draw my ship fanart or write fanfiction!

Sometimes I post nsfw text posts/imagines (nothing visual) during late night hours. Check tag below to block it if you're a minor or uncomfortable

I don't mind sharing f/os!

DM and asks are always open! Come chat!!

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Taglist:

Kitty (Kimberly + Whitty), Ruverly (Ruv + Kimberly) and Kittyzvat (Kim + Whitty + Ruv) tagged as Loud Love

Killiam (Kimberly + William) is tagged as Withered Love

Hellboy is tagged as Hell Uncle

Raphly (Raphael + Kimberly) is tagged as Tough Love

Art from me tagged as official art

Art from friends and gifts tagged as fan art

Anything from my mind and pointless texts tagged as rambles

Suggestive and horny posting tagged as Raging Asexual (rare content though!)

Whitty's tag is Whit-tea, Ruv's tag is Vick Vaporuv, Pico's tag is Prick-o, Springtrap's tag is Springles

Positivity for you! [×]

[sizzlingchaosprince]

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Hello! You can call me whatever you like, I just don't know how to call myself and not be cringy XD. Also, I don't speak English well since I'm Kazakh.

In this blog I'll sometimes draw(I'll maybe draw like a toddler, especially when it comes to shades but I'm still learning) and mostly write on my own if I have the energy and I don't have any requests. This is my first time doing such thing so I'm really excited and worried at the same time :')

I'll ask you to be specific on what you request, not just "____ x reader??". I'm just worried about writing/drawing something you won't like and I'm not full of ideas sometimes.

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What I WILL write and draw?

• SFW, fluff. It'll be one of the most common things I'll do in this blog

• Angst. I'm okay with depression and self-harm stuff, but DO NOT cross the line

• Yandere stuff, but I'll write/draw without g0re things except some bl00d spots in drawings(but be sure that I'm not good in drawing liquid, especially when it leaks down) and mentions of bl00d and dead c0rpses in writings

• Romantic and platonic writings and drawings, however for some characters I'll accept ONLY PLATONIC requests

• School crushes of child character x child!reader. It'll contain ABSOLUTELY INNOCENT THINGS like holding hands or hugging. I'll put warnings on the characters I'll write such thing

• Drawings and writings as birthday gifts. I can ignore some rules for a birthday gift(I'll write what exactly I'll ignore and which rules I'll still keep), but keep in mind that I'm a human who still has limits and feelings

• Oneshots. But please be specific on what you want

• Character x OC. Again, be specific: what your OC is like, their character, ect.

• The reader of ANY gender. I don't know some genders so I'll do some research on the internet. If you don't like the way I described them, don't be scared to mention it. Even though I write and draw for free, I still want everyone to be comfortable with what I do

• Write/draw 3 characters MAXIMUM. I find it difficult to write and draw multiple characters since I need imagination and energy to do it

What I WILL NOT write and draw?

• NSFW content. I read some of NSFW fanfics, but I'm not quite comfortable with writing it myself

• Character x Character. Exception for birthday kids BUT I don't wanna draw kissing scenes unless it's censored. For example, the scene is censored with a fan

• Any sensitive topics like r@pe and p£d0philia. It's just really one of the worst things I would never write or even think about. Aging up child characters counts as one of sensitive topics since it still means that you're attracted to a child

• Too much g0re. I'm okay with horror movies and games like Poppy Playtime, but I don't feel like writing/drawing it in details

• Change the character's original sexuality. It comes without any exceptions. I respect everyone and every sexuality, including fictional characters

• Poly relationship(Character x reader x character). I don't know how to write it and to be safe and not feel any guilt I won't take any requests relating to this topic

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WARNING: THE CHARACTERS MAY NOT HAVE THEIR CANONICAL PERSONALITY, BUT YOU STILL CAN WRITE COMMENTS ABOUT ANY OF MY ERRORS

• Villainous

5.0.5 is PLATONIC ONLY, everyone else can get ROMANTIC and PLATONIC requests

• FNaF: Security Breach/Security Breach: RUIN

Animatronics will be PLATONIC if the reader will be a human since I'm not pretty sure about robot x human thing. I don't mind writing ROMANTIC stuff if it'll be robot x robot

NO WILLIAM AFTON/SPRINGTRAP/GLITCHTRAP/ANY OTHER -TRAP! I haven't watched all FNaF chapters so the only thing I know surely about William is that he killed children

Gregory can have a school crush on child!reader. But mostly, I'll take only platonic requests

• Brawl Stars

I don't even know about "robot x robot" rule here since Rico has a crush on Piper and maybe other robots have something like that too. I think I'll take human x robot requests but still be thoughtful about what you're asking for. Children are PLATONIC ONLY, exception will be only for teenagers who are old enough to have a school crush

• Poppy Playtime(3 chapters)

I'll do PLATONIC ONLY for Poppy since she is a small doll for children: it's hard for me to see her as a romantic possibility.

As for Smiling Critters, Huggy Wuggy, Mommy Long Legs and ect I'll do ROMANTIC and PLATONIC but without shipping them with human!reader.

• Bendy and the Ink Machine/Dark Revival

Small Bendy will be PLATONIC ONLY since he literally acts and looks like a child. But I don't mind writing ROMANTIC stories for Ink Demon.

• Bendy and Boris: The Quest for The Ink Machine

Everyone can be ROMANTIC and PLATONIC since they've reached 18, but the exception will be Jackpot, any mentioned child and Boris: they're PLATONIC ONLY, but Boris can have a school crush since he's 12 . Felix is staying with his original sexuality: homosexual

• Better Half

I never saw any ____x reader works with this fandom so I wanted to start doing one! Everyone can be PLATONIC and ROMANTIC. I'll consider drawing poly relationship with Happy and Depressed Thiu.

|ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ|

I'll add characters and link for my works here. Be free to request me anything, but still following the rules. If I haven't answered your request for 3 weeks, consider it as a declare. But if I'll write a note that I'm going to disappear for ___ time your request being answered is still an option. Changes in what fandoms I'll write/draw for and change of rules are possible

Poppy Playtime:

The Toy's favorite Child: PLATONIC Cat Nap x child!reader

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴅᴀʏ/ɴɪɢʜᴛ!❤️✨

[sophieinwonderland]

Has anyone done the "X character from FNAF is plural simply because I want representation and I am plural and i said so" yet? If not, I'm here to deliver as a fan. If you (or any reader) don't watch FNaF, then this may sound like a jumble of words. I'm sorry! Also, a lot of these are reaching, but thats why I call this the "Because I Say So" theory list. Here goes nothing!

the Female Freddy fan theory: There was a period in time where the fandom believed that freddy was posessed by a female spirit whilst being a male animatronic, and there was a lot of fandom fuel that was VERY reminiscent of plural culture (I.E: Lots of talk of being multiple bodies in one, usually one male and one female)

The soul remnant: In the books and eventually the games, it's revealed that the animatronics are being powered by this "juice" called remnant, and it's a mixture of the agony and as i said, souls of murder victims. Their souls are injected into the robot, and a lot of the times, multiple souls are injected into one robot at once. you can see where you could find plural representation in this story line

Glitchtrap: In FNaF Help Wanted, VR, and Security Breach, it's revealed that William Afton has, somehow, transferred himself into the code of the game and is able to infect beta-testers who play the game. William is able to posess these people, and take control of their body. It's unclear what level of consciousness you have of your body, but it is revealed that you're locked away in a cage, inside of your own mind.

Vanessa/Vanny: In Security Breach, it's shown that Vanessa is going through "multiple personalities" (In the literal sense of, she is swapping from one character, to another character, but it is still her.) and seems to be unaware of her actions when she switches. One moment she's telling Gregory to leave, and the next second she's beckoning him to the stage as Vanny.

The Secret Patient: In the Security Breach secret night tapes, it's was believed by a lot of the fandom that the secret person on the therapy tapes was Vanessa's alter. One doesn't speak, and is shown to have an opposite personality to Vanessa. It's now CURRENTLY believed to be a person named Gregory, but let us have our plural fan theories!!

Vanessa "Twin" Situation: Also in Security Breach, but specifically the one comic ending. It's shown that Vanny struggles on the rooftop of the Pizzaplex, and falls down, what is suspected to be, her death. The entire game, we are lead to believe that Vanessa is Vanny, and everything we've shown says this is true. Despite this, this ending of the game shows Vanessa then appearing over the edge of the rooftop, peering down over Vanny's (allegedly) dead body. This can be seen as a metaphor for an alter if you twist it hard enough.

The Mediocre Melodies Whispering: In FNaF Ultimate Custom Night, it's shown that the Mediocre Melodies have the ability to become possessed by.... SOMEONE. "The one you should not have killed." In a game series about murdered children, I didn't think there was just ONE you shouldn't have killed.... but okay! I digress. During UCN, we see that the MM can become possessed, and we can hear different lines, one which says "I will never let you leave. I will never let you rest.". If you look at this with the right angle, we can see that the Mediocre Melodies are sharing a conciousness with The One You Should Not Have Killed, which can be viewed as a form of plurality.

The Stitchwrath: The stitchwrath is actually the closest thing we have to an actual alter in the FNaF. Similar to #1 AND #2, The stitchwrath is a character from the books which is revealed to be two souls controlling one body. One controls movements, and the other controls thoughts. The one controlling the body is murderous and just wants revenge for what happened to them. The other spirit doesn't want to cause harm, and wants to help the people they kill. it's revealed that both souls are children, and they get to know one another. they are co concious together.

The Mimic: This one is definietely a reach, but I still see it. The Mimic is a creature that does what it's name says: it mimics. The person it was mimicing left their child alone with the mimic, and their child was killed. The father takes it out on the mimic, and it learned aggression from there. It was trained off of this mans son, and now it remembers what it's like to be him. There's a moment in Ruined DLC where the mimic is pretending to be gregory, and we can see it takes him a moment to fully register that he's not actually gregory.

The MXES Unit/The Mask: The MXES Unit is this AI database set up to control the mimic. At one point in Ruined DLC, we see Cassie put the mask on, and it's heavily illuded that this is how Glitchtrap takes control of you. In essence, the MXES unit is an Alter Machine.

These are great! Thanks for sharing! 😁

[lily-pythonz]

- Requests -

What I WILL write:

Smut, Angst, Fluff.

male, female, trans, and gn!reader.

What I will NOT write:

adult x minor, minor x minor, weird kinks (like piss kinks, etc.), or anything I'm uncomfortable with. Please understand.

FNAF characters I'll write for:

Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie, Foxy, Chica, Golden Freddy, Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Withered Freddy, Springtrap, William Afton, Michael Afton, Nightmare, Nightmare Freddy, Nightmare Bonnie, Nightmare Foxy, Funtime Freddy, Funtime Foxy, Scraptrap, Lefty, Rockstar Freddy, Rockstar Bonnie, Glitchtrap, Vanny, Glamrock Freddy, Glamrock Chica, Montgomery Gator, Sundrop, Moondrop, Roxanne, FNAF Big Band animatronics, etc.

(basically most of the FNAF characters but none of the minors, I can do nsfw and sfw for the characters!! Just request it and I'll do it. I will also write nsfw and sfw for FNAF fan game characters as well. Will write for the super mario bros characters as well!! Like Bowser, Mario, Luigi. I also will write for helluva boss characters since the newer episodes came out! And I'll write for (Movie) Mike, William, and Vanessa!)

If you wanna request something, go ahead! Requests are open at this time 🤍

updated!

[pyrethorns]

Fnaf smut and general

I posted a bit of fnaf smut over on AO3, Vanny with a dick getting pounded specifically. If I made other Fnaf smut, what would I do it of? I kept thinking, well, there’s glitchtrap, there’s Vanny, there’s Roxy, but what else? I mean, there is the way that people show William Afton, but I don’t have a set dimension or idea of what the ol’ fella looks like, only that some people really wanna get railed by him.  Which Freddy Fleshlight and which Fazhole to tap into?  The other question is, I’ve seen a lot of X reader going around and it kind of interests me as it reminds me of quest format stuff. I wonder, should I give that a try? Santiago x reader, Vanny x reader? 

[dilophosauridae455]

I redrew that one that got too many likes

[symbi-eat-me]

Follow the Leader [Glitchtrap x female!Reader 18+ Smut]

[WARNINGS/TAGS?: Female coochie-owning reader, SMUT!!!! with plot, heavy mind control, dubious consent/non-con, pet names, reader being instructed, fucking a bunny furry virus???]

Summary: You've been working on the Fazbear Virtual Experience for a while now, and tired of being overworked you've finally decided to take the mysterious virus plaguing the game head-on. However, the virus may be a little more...technical to deal with than you originally thought, and it has bigger plans for you.

Uploaded this on AO3 months and months ago and somehow forgot to post it here lmao. I should probably be jailed for this, but I stand by the concept of Glitchtrap being hot. If u find that weird (valid) don’t read this, you’ll hate it. Also I headcanon Glitchtrap as being the fragmented soul of William Afton, its not super prevalent at all in this fic but probably important to know that Glitchtrap is HUMAN, the bunny suit is just the form he takes within the game.

PSA there's definitely a bunch of errors in the language I used regarding game design and whatnot, I tried my best !!!

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You slammed your car door a little harder than you had intended to. Sighing, you grasped your bag and made for the front of the building. Another day, another 8 hour shift.

Although it was something you'd never admit, you really did like your job. But fuck, was it tiring - especially at the minute with your current project. You worked in games development at a small studio in your nowhere town. To your initial excitement, Fazbear Entertainment (the company that had enlightened your entire childhood) had hired your company to develop their new game.

At first, everyone had been bouncing off the walls with excitement about the project. It was so much bigger than anything you'd ever done before, but you were all ecstatic to make it happen. Within a few weeks however, it was clear than they had hired your small company to maximise their profits - work you to the bone and pay you pennies since it got you 'exposure'. Despite this, your manager was confident that it would turn out well (and whatever they were paying was clearly good money). Sure. He didn't seem to be as happy when Fazbear Entertainment shipped you bucket loads of shitty old circuit boards with the vague instructions of 'use these to make it faster'. And he certainly wasn't happy when your team had spent the last 2 weeks scanning the boards for any scraps of usable code, only to find out that they were housing some kind of age old virus.

So that's where you were now. You weren't so sure anymore that this game was going to be the big break for Silver Parasol Games, not when you were spending every shift attempting to dig out some seemingly invisible trojan horse instead of working on the actual game.

You sighed again as you slipped in behind your desk, mumbling a greeting at Anna when you passed by her. While your computer loaded up, your eyes wandered around the room until you settled on staring at your coworker, Jeremy. His back was facing you, and he seemed to be rooting around for something in a drawer.

Jeremy was a nice guy, he really was. He worked as a part of the quality assurance team, so he mainly spent his time testing the game. He was the one who flagged up this mysterious virus that no one else had been able to catch properly. You knew Anna and Raha had both seen it, so it was definitely real, but the stress was clearly getting to Jeremy most of all. It was like he'd seen a ghost most of the time. He used to chat to you on your lunch break, quite often. But now he never seemed to be away from the game, muttering to himself and making notes, presumably on the bugs he came across. Made your job easier, you supposed.

It was strange, and you'd been so backed up working on the game with your insanely tight deadlines that you'd hardly had time to think about it. But now, seeing him hunched over whatever he was looking for...it was uncanny and made you a little nervous. Your superiors didn't care much for any of you, especially Jeremy. They treated him like he was crazy. Hell, the stress of these deadlines would make anyone crazy. You really didn't blame him for acting a little off every now and then.

Finally he grasped something and wandered off again, in the direction of the testing room.

You tried to push it to the back of your mind, which was more than easy as you checked your pile of emails and anticipated how much you had to do today...

-

The day had passed by at a snails pace, and you'd even volunteered to stay behind to finish scanning the last few circuit boards Fazbear Entertainment had shipped. You glanced outside as you finished up, it was almost completely dark already.

Exhausted, you began to pack up your things. Once again, you felt your eyes drift to the desk that Jeremy had been stood over earlier. You were suddenly reminded of everything that had been going on with him. As frustrating as it was proving to be, this game really was important to you at this point. If you wanted to cut down these late hours and sleepless nights, you had to see this virus for yourself.

Without giving yourself time to consider, you shoved your bag back under your desk and headed for the testing room.

You had played the game before, of course. It was part of the job, you couldn't program without seeing the final product as you went along. From Jeremy's mumbled description, the bug seemed to be a visual issue, something about it latching onto one of the character models. However, it only seemed to show itself in specific situations in the final version of the game. And it seemed to like Jeremy - he must have unknowingly found some way to trigger it or found a spot of weakness in the code. Something like that, anyway.

The room was dark, with the blinds all closed securely. You didn't want to bother with any of that, since you were going to leave in a few minutes anyway, so flipped on the weak overhead light.

You slipped on the VR headset that sat on the table in the middle of the room and prepared yourself. Every time you loaded up the game, a sense of pride swelled in your chest. It was nowhere near done yet, of course, but just seeing what your small team had managed to achieve so far was...nice.

You weren't so much of a horror fan yourself, and the sickening gaze of Freddy on the title screen was still enough to make you feel uneasy. As the music started up and you stood in the main hub of the game, you felt your heartbeat rise a little. You were suddenly very aware of how alone you were in the empty studio, and the thought of Jeremy made your palms clammy.

You took a deep breath, telling yourself not to be so stupid.

Glancing around, you focused on the task at hand. You were unsure of how to trigger the virus itself or where it even was. Jeremy was pretty clear in that it had just shown up out of thin air, after he'd played for hours. You hoped it wouldn't take you that long to find it.

After flipping through the few finished levels, you selected night 1 and got started. You knew this game like the back of your hand, so you powered through it like it was light work. Despite knowing the precise mechanics, the unpredictability of the AI still shook you a little. You flipped a light on to your left after hearing footsteps, and felt your heart race as Bonnie stared right at you.

Fuck, the design team did such a good job on these models. They were still terrifying no matter how many times you played.

After a few rounds, you tapped your heels irritably. You didn't even know what you were looking for, not really. You had stupidly thought it would be obvious. Viruses didn't work that way, you should know that more than anyone.

Back in the main hub now, you continually flipped through the available levels and sighed. You should probably leave, it was getting late.

You stepped away from the console and turned to your right slightly, readying yourself to remove the headset. That was, until you heard a light buzzing noise in your right ear. You glanced more over to the direction of the sound, and gasped.

That was it.

It must be.

At first it looked like a green blur, easily distinguished as an issue with the graphics. But within a few moments of staring, you could discern the shape of a rabbit. You'd never seen this character before, but seemed to recall Jeremy briefly mentioning a rabbit.

That was the virus alright.

It was almost...scary. It just stood in the far doorway, staring and staring and staring and waving its hand at you. It was hardly even visible without focusing your eyes on it. You couldn't tell if it was supposed to be an animatronic or something else. It was fucking weird, whatever it was.

"Y        o     u."

You nearly jumped out of your skin. The soft buzz that it was releasing had paused, only for a moment. In its place had been a whisper, of sorts. It was glitchy and hardly discernable but you could still make it out.

"a    r e      n o t      h i    m."

Your breathing was practically shallow gasps now. It hadn't moved, it still just stood there. But it was...talking?

"H-hello?" you tried.

"Y   o   u         a     r  e     n  e     w."

It was almost like it was struggling to talk. It separated syllables strangely as it spoke, and the crackling glitchy buzz that overlaid every word made it difficult to process.

You couldn't understand it - this character that you had no knowledge of had its own completely independent AI. You had a horrifying moment where you considered whether this was what Jeremy had been doing for the last few months. That's why he was so stressed? He'd been programming this character all on his own? But why?

"I-I'm not new, I made this game," you spoke. You couldn't help feeling embarrassed, you were shamefully aware of how you were just speaking into an empty room.

"Y o    u g  a v e  m  e l    i    f e."

It almost hurt to listen to, with every word you felt your head aching. It felt like it was drilling into your skull, but you knew it must be because of the sharp noises it was making.

"I-I think Jeremy made you," you said. It was stupid, you knew, to speak to an AI like this. But it must have some sort of question answering system within it, for it to be able to respond in the way it was.

A deep noise rumbled from it, sounding almost like a laugh, "h    e   c     o   u    l       d n    e v     e    r."

A sudden thought gripped you, out of nowhere. "If I play the game will it be easier for you?"

You weren't sure where the idea came from, but you figured it was worth a shot. It only showed up after you'd played a few rounds in the first place.

It didn't respond, only seemed to hold completely still for a few seconds before continuing to wave again. You took that as a go-ahead and loaded up a fnaf 3 game. Anxiously, you glanced around you when you'd loaded into the office. It wasn't there, of course. It must have been anchored to the lobby somehow.

Your hands were shaking a little as you flipped through the cameras. Springtrap stared intently at you wherever you seemed to look, and it reminded you of the virus rabbit in a strange way. It made you uncomfortable.

Fuck, video error.

As quickly as you could, you flipped open the console to your left and fixed the error. You were anxious to open the cameras for a brief moment and simply stared at the little Bonnie figure on the desk.

To your dismay, when you finally got yourself to flip through the cameras again, you'd lost Springtrap. You hurriedly checked the vents, but he was nowhere to be found. Your heart beat in your throat when a ventilation error message blared at you. You knew this game, why were you fucking up so much? You could hardly think straight, let alone process what you were doing.

As you flipped through the console, you heard footsteps and quickly pulled it down. Dragging a weak scream from your chest, Springtrap jumped at you and ended your game. Taking a moment with your eyes scrunched closed to compose yourself, you tried to steady your breathing. This game had never made you feel like that before, and you hoped it never would again.

Apprehensively you opened your eyes, to find yourself at the game over screen. The console in front of you blared, and you prepared to press the return to menu button. However, your eyes flipped over the console again, making your heart rate race again.

Follow the leader, the screen read.

You definitely hadn't programmed that in. And no one else had, to your knowledge. The words seemed to bounce around in your mind, never settling but making you feel foggy.

When you returned to the hub, it was like you could feel breathing down your neck. Tentatively, you turned around.

It was closer to you this time, much closer. It was only a few feet away, instead of being in the far doorway. Now, you could get a much clearer look at it. It wasn't an animatronic at all, instead some kind of costume. You could clearly see stitches on the fabric, and stains that covered its body. It was a rabbit, but had big human-like hands that made you uneasy. Its smile was uncanny and seemed to pull at its cheeks, exposing big white buck teeth and a deep black void behind them. Its glaring purple eyes weren't directly looking at you, instead they looked off into the distance, but you had a sudden vision of them coming to life and twisting to stare right at you.  For a character model, it was sickeningly detailed. You began to question if Jeremy was behind this after all.

You felt ill.

It continued waving, just like before, crouching over oddly, like it was trying to get down to your level considering it's tall stature. If it were real, it would have towered over you at at least six and a half feet. It still had a nasty green glare to it, but now it was closer it appeared less blurred, and you could see the purple waistcoat and bow tie it wore.

"G   o   o  d," it said.

You could've sworn it sounded clearer now, like the white noise it emitted was starting to clear to make room for its voice. Its movements paused for a moment, again appearing as though it was thinking. Like it was considering its options.

The silence was beginning to scare you. Visions of Jeremy clouded your mind - hiding in the storage cabinet, watching you sneak to the testing room, smiling wickedly as he snuck up behind you with a knife. You felt sick again, and shoved the thought deep down. Why would you even think that? Your mind was playing sick tricks on you.

Suddenly you wanted nothing more than to take the headset off and glance around you. It had been a while and you finally craved the stability of the real world.

“N   O."

Your attention snapped to the rabbit and your knees went weak. It didn’t exactly shout but it might as well have done, the voice was so strong and flung around your skull in a way that made you dizzy.

“N     A   M    E.”

It took a moment for you to process its words, but you complied. You told it your name in a barely audible whisper while unable to rip your eyes away from its own. The soft movement of its hand, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, mirrored your own heartbeat.

It didn’t respond, again just staring at you. You grappled with the idea of simply tugging the headset off and leaving it all behind. That was a bad idea, you decided. You didn’t know why.

Despite this, the silence was killing you. You needed to know how this thing worked. In some strange attempt to get answers, you began relaying facts about yourself. “I’ve been working here for 4 years, since I graduated. This game is the biggest project I’ve had to deal with so far.” You continued spewing out details of your background almost mechanically. You spoke of your work, how you lived alone, how you spent your time, and probably more - the words started to mangle together in your mind. Your body felt heavy and warm as you spoke. You could hardly think - you felt as though you were on autopilot. Everything came naturally, the words you spoke and even the position of your head while your eyes kept fixated on it. With every second that passed, you felt more and more of your mind slipping away. It didn't feel bad, in fact you welcomed it. It felt completely natural to let go.

What you were giving your consciousness to, you didn't know.

Your limbs felt fuzzy, in a complete state of relaxation. You had stopped speaking minutes ago, you managed to realise. How strange.

It only took a second after that. All you saw was the rabbit stop waving. It's eyes flickered back to your own with a low tilt of its head, it was finally looking directly at you. In one swift movement it stood to its full height in front of you, and seemed to breathe.

A crackling glitchy noise filled your ears as this happened, before everything went completely silent. The soft buzz of the console was all you could hear to fill the void as you looked up at it.

"G o o d l i t t l e b u n n y," it said.

You hardly had the energy to respond, simply staring blankly back at it. Its voice had changed again, becoming almost completely stable. You could hear it perfectly clearly now, vibrating in the back of your head as though it was your consciousness itself. Like it had replaced your thoughts with its own.

It sounded like a man's voice now, deep with a slight accent. Despite that, it was still not quite human. There was something about how the tone changed, how a static noise accompanied every word, how the vowels were drawn out for slightly too long. You couldn't put your finger on what it was, but you knew it wasn't human.

You managed to break from your trance enough to speak freely and gain feeling back in your body, but it still felt like it held a leash around you.

"What are you?" you asked as clearly as you could.

It laughed, "I a m  t h e  s h a d o w  o f  a  s i n n e r,  t h e  s o u l  o f  a  v e r y  b a d  m a n."

You held back a gasp as he bent down to your eye level again, and reached a gloved hand to your jaw before continuing, "s o  y o u  h a d  b e t t e r  b e h a v e."

The hand on your face wasn't solid, he was still a hologram within the game. But you felt a weak weight on your skin, like a shadow, just like he said.

You felt yourself nodding at him, open-mouthed.

He moved freely now in jolting movements. Rather than moving in a solid motion, it was like he was comprised of a slideshow of images.

"T h e  d e s k," he raised an arm to gesture behind you.

He didn't need to say more, his words were laced with subtext that you somehow understood on impulse. You remembered, there was a desk behind you in the real world. Carefully, you backed up until your thighs hit a solid wooden surface. It took some maneuvering since you were practically blind, but you managed to hoist yourself up onto the surface so you were sitting on the very edge.

"G o o d  b u n n y," he praised. There was more distance between you now, but the confounds of the game made it so you couldn't move significantly far away from him.

In a way, you were trapped.

Your head was buzzing and hazy, and your entire body was so warm. You'd never felt anything like it. If you could imagine what being a part of a video game would feel like - this would be it.

A particular warmth settled in your abdomen - strange but not unwelcome. Your mind was frazzled enough not to question it.

"I t s  b e e n  s o  l o n g," he murmured.

You didn't know what he was referring to, but didn't care much to find out. A wave of need overcame you and clouded any thoughts you might have. A need to submit. You noted his tall and intimidating stature, which had been terrifying to begin with, but seemed captivating to you now that you considered it.

“Y o u  a r e  g o i n g  t o  h e l p  s e t  m e  f r e e.”

Your hands were clammy against the cold wood of the desk. It was becoming much too warm in the room but you couldn't do anything about it, not daring (or wanting) to turn away from him.

“D o e s  t h a t  s c a r e  y o u?”

Freezing up, your voice caught in your throat. The incessant hammering of your heart in your chest was telling you that you were scared. But your mind was telling you something...different. You began to nod, but instead ended with confusedly shaking your head.

"S o  m i n d l e s s  a l r e a d y," his grin almost seemed to deepen.

His words rattled through your head, echoing and making you sleepy. As hard as you tried, you couldn't concentrate, couldn't process a single complete thought. It was nice, in some strange way. You didn't have the mind to question it, at that point. All your mind kept drifting back to was him, his words and his eyes that looked you up and down.

He chuckled, a low rumbling noise that felt as though it swallowed you whole.

"L e t  m e  h e l p."

Against any conscious decision of your own, your hand moved up underneath your shirt. The line was completely blurred between what you were making your body do and what he had control over. Either way, you welcomed it.

You grasped at your shirt more firmly and lifted it over your head, before hurriedly repeating the action with your bra. His chuckling repeated, the low echoing noise reverberating down your body. Your eyes were blurry as you struggled to keep them open, but you could still make out his large glassy eyes staring directly into your own from where he stood.

With you hardly noticing, your fingers tugged your trousers down. You let out an unintended sigh at the air hitting your clammy skin.

"G o o d b u n n y."

One hand grasped at your chest, while the other traced over your underwear. A passing thought made you aware of how wet you were, evidence of how intensely worked up he'd somehow managed to make you.

Your nerves felt as though they were burning. You'd never felt need or sensitivity like it in your life.

"P r o v e  y o u r  d e v o t i o n."

You hardly had a mind to nod as you yanked your underwear down your thighs. Your fingers thrust into your heat, not giving time to treat yourself delicately. Although your eyes were clenched shut, the feeling of his glowing eyes pierced into you. Again and again your fingers curled into you while your palm hit your clit with every movement. Your spare hand dug its nails into your chest, surely leaving rows of scratches as if you'd been mauled by a wild animal.

The buzzing static in your ears dazed you. The sensation in your cunt made you whine pathetically. The rabbit that watched you, controlled you, made your head tip back and your back arch.

A string of pleas left your throat as you felt your peak surfacing at a much quicker rate than you were used to.

"L o o k  a t  m e."

Your eyes shot open to see him standing over you. In your position, you were close enough to lying back on the desk, but still had to crane your neck to look him in the eyes as he towered above your compliant body. He did nothing but stand there, but the buzzing feeling of him so close to you made your skin itch and crave his approval.

"Y o u  h a v e  b e e n  s u c h  a  g o o d  b u n n y. J u s t  p r o v e  y o u r  l o y a l t y  t o  m e."

Yielding whimpers escaped your lips as your fingers curled to hit the spots that made your thighs clench together. "I'll be good, I'm yours, please," you repeated again and again.

The sound of him chuckling while watching your shaking body sent you over the edge. You whined and begged as your hands barely stopped digging into you despite your overstimulated state, like a possession had completely taken you over.

After minutes of you gasping for his mercy, you had finally relaxed. The gentle static of the room started to consume your ears again as the blood rushing to them calmed. Your mind remained blank, hardly remembering where you were, only thinking of him.

"W e l l  d o n e  m y  l i t t l e  b u n n y. W e  a r e  g o i n g  t o  h a v e  f u n."

[blackypanther9]

My Bunny – Sub!Glitchtrap x Dom!Male!Reader

WARNING!: Rape, Sexual teasing, Cocky Glitchtrap gets what he deserved, Anal Sex, Creampie, Mating season for rabbit William, breeding kink, perverted reader, degradation, multiple orgasms, impregnation, birthing, Master & Slave kink AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

Summary: Glitchtrap (William Afton) trapped M/n in the VR game with himself. M/n played the game and Glitch made M/n feel uncomfortable a lot and said sexual things to tease M/n. But…that day Glitch got what he deserved and neither he nor M/n regretted it in the end.

A/N: I know some of the stuff doesn't work that way, BUT, it is a FANFIC which means use some damn FANTASY. Not everything has to make sense. Now enjoy !

M/n was in the FNaF 1 location and the clock just hit 6AM, but the game didn’t let him out of the map. He came way too late to realize that this VR Game sucked him in.

You are actually with your whole body in the Game.

Suddenly the TV screen glitched and something tried to come out there. Keyword…TRIED. They were stuck and out looked just the ass with a cotton tail and a cock. They struggled around and tried to get out, without success. M/n chuckled.

“Aww~ Are you stuck, little bunny~?”, M/n teased.

He knew who it was. It was that annoying rabbit that was always in the main room where you select your next level. He just stalks you and tries to make a conversation.

“Am not stuck !”, the rabbit yelled and wiggled again.

M/n laughed and then had a devious plan. He very quietly unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers. He didn’t fuck anyone in a long time and this annoying rabbit finally gets a taste of his own medicine. Being stared at is creepy and him making sexual teasing wasn’t nice either.

“Let me help you out then.”, M/n said casually, but had a big smirk on his face.

The rabbit stopped wiggling, waiting for M/n’s help. Suddenly the rabbit yelped in shock and pain.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?!”, he yelled.

M/n shoved his head from his cock inside the rabbit’s very alluring, sexy asshole. He smirked darkly.

“What~? Did you think help is for free~?”, he asked chuckling.

“Get out of me !”

“Nah. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity~ I ain’t gonna pass that, little rabbit~”

The bunny tried to get away, but he couldn’t he was totally stuck in that damned TV ! And M/n also held him in place !

“Open wide for me, little bunny~ I ain’t the smallest~”, M/n teased.

M/n pushed deeper inside the rabbit’s ass and started to moan. The rabbit couldn’t deny that even though he hated the whole situation, a twisted, dark part of him wanted this.

“Fuck you are so tight, little bunny~ Did you ever had anyone in there and destroy you~?”

He didn’t reply. M/n chuckled. He pushed inside deeper and hit a soft, spongy spot.

“AH~!”, the rabbit moaned.

“Oooooohhh~? I hit your little G – spot, didn’t I~?”

“N-No ! AH~!”

Just to point out that the bunny was lying, he hit that spot again, making him moan loudly again.

“Why deny it, bunny~? Your body seems to love and need it~ I bet you are in mating season~ You smell alluring today~”

When William got into this Game, he didn’t think that he would get real rabbit traits. One of them was mating season and M/n was right…he was in mating season. Shit.

M/n pulled out and pushed back inside, hitting the rabbit’s prostate again and again, making the trapped guy moan loudly.

“You enjoying my fat cock and balls, hmm~?”

M/n wasn’t small. He was very long and thick. It was a wonder he even fit inside that rabbit’s tight ass. Not all of his length fit inside, but because of his thickness it was a surprise he even fit.

M/n went faster in the rabbit’s ass, hitting his prostate with more force and faster than before.

“Ah~! MNGH~! HAH~! HA~!”, the rabbit moaned.

M/n groaned from time to time, fucking the shape of his cock into the rabbit’s ass.

“P-PLEASE~! AH~! PLEASE STOP~!”

“Your ass tells me to continue and breed it~”

“NO~! AH~! HAH~! PLEASE DON’T~! I’LL LET YOU OUT OF THE GAME !”

“Nah~ This is way better than sitting at home and doing nothing~”

With that M/n gave his best and started to slam inside the rabbit and hit aggressively his prostate.

“AH~! HAH~! HNNGH~! PLEASE WAIT~! I CAN OFFER YOU MORE ! YOU WANT MONEY ?! I-I CAN GET IT ! NNGH~! AH~!”

“Nope~ All I want is right here, on my big, fat cock~ I’ll claim you as mine, mark you as mine and make you mine~ You naughty little bunny asked for it~”

M/n continued and ignored the rabbit’s pleas.

“Mmnnn~ I’m gonna cum~ Your Master is about to cum, bunny~ Make sure to take it all~ I’ll fill you up so well, you’ll crave for that feeling again~”, M/n purred.

His cock pulsated happily, signaling that it wants to claim territory. Even though the rabbit was in denial, his hole and walls twitched with excitement and begged to be claimed territory.

He felt M/n’s cock twitching harsher and panicked.

“NO ! PLEASE ! I CAN-AAAAAAHHHHHH~~!!!”, the bunny moaned as loud as never before.

“Ahhhh~ Take it all little bunny~ Take all my fucking cum~”, M/n purred, shoving himself inside as deep as possible and filling the rabbit’s ass.

“Aaaaahhhh~ Haaah~ Mmmnngh~”, the rabbit moaned, taking it all.

His body tried to get even closer to get more inside. M/n chuckled and found it adorable. His body screamed yes and was urging him on, yet the rabbit tried to deny himself this. And he may not have came, nor was hard, but his ass spoke volumes.

Just means that in mating season, this little rabbit, is a sub and doesn’t get hard. So he doesn’t dominate, but wants to be dominated.

M/n pulled out of the rabbit’s breed able ass and sat down in his office chair, huffing a few breaths.

“Fuck~ That felt good~”, M/n purred.

He looked at the ass he fucked and chuckled. The tail was down now and out of the bunny’s ass dripped his cum. The rabbit panted too and whimpered.

After a while M/n got back up, grabbed the rabbit’s ass and pulled with all his might and…

SLAM !

Out he was and leaning with his back against M/n’s chest. His ears were down and he panted a bit louder than before.

Then they got back to the main menu, sitting on the checkered floor. M/n picked the rabbit up and put him on a table, leaving him laying there.

He still panted and smelled breed able. M/n got hard quickly again, but refused to act. Then the rabbit whimpered submissively. And that undid M/n.

He made him bend over the table. All the rabbit did was whine submissively. M/n lined his cock back up with his ass and slammed back inside.

“AH~!”

M/n slammed in and out of him, pressing the bunny’s chest down flat on the table and continued to fuck him roughly.

“AAH~!! HAAH~!! MORE~!! PLEASE MORE~!!”

Who was M/n to deny him ?

“You little cum dumpster want my load again~?”

“YES~!! PLEASE~!!”

“A second ago you begged me not to~”

“I’M SORRY~! PLEASE FILL ME UP~!! BREED MEE~!”

M/n was close, soon shoved in deeply again and growled as he came deep inside the rabbit.

“AAAHHH~!!! Ahhh~! Haaah~ Nnngh~”

M/n’s cock pumped happily away and the rabbits greedy ass happily took it all.

“You better know how to summon and use a butt plug. If you lose one drop again I might do something about it~ And I hope you know that in mating season, you can also get pregnant in the ass.”

The bunny just moaned and summoned a big butt plug and handed it to M/n. He took it, then pulled out his soft cock and replaced it with the plug.

“NAAAGH~! HAH~! Ahhh~”

Then the rabbit sacked together and was passed out.

“Silly rabbit…”

-Time skip-

Glitchtrap aka. William woke up with a very hungry ass. He wanted more cum. He got up and looked around for M/n. He found him in the FNaF 2 games sitting on a chair by a table and masturbating. He halted the game and got in. As M/n saw him he stopped masturbating and shoved his chair away.

“Pull it out and sit down.”, M/n commanded.

The rabbit listened instantly and hurried to sit down. He faced M/n while he speared his ass on M/n’s cock. The rabbit whimpered in submission and M/n took his hips in his hands and then made him bounce up and down.

“Ah~! AH~! HAH~!”

M/n made him go faster and rougher, hitting his prostate harder and quicker. He was at his peak in a few minutes. M/n pressed the rabbit all the way down, fitting in all of his cock.

“MAAAAAHHHH~!!! AAAHHH~!!! HAAAH~!!”

M/n released all of his seed inside the rabbit, groaning. William lost his strength to sit straight and fell with his face against M/n’s chest. He panted way harsher than M/n.

When M/n finished he pulled out and stuffed the plug back inside.

-3 months later-

He was fucking pregnant… M/n made William pregnant and as it seemed it had to be at least three children he fucked into him. M/n was pretty happy about it, but with that stomach the rabbit was already showing, he was even more horny.

Like now. He had him bent over on all fours, hearts in the rabbit’s eyes and roughly slammed into his prostate.

“AH~! HA~! AH~! MMMMNNNGH~!”

“So round already~ Carrying all my children~ Oh bunny, that is fucking adorable and hot~ I did this~ I created this~ All MINE~ Now you truly belong to only me~”

“UGH~! HA~! AH~”

“What are you, hmm~?”

“YOUR~AH~! I’M YOUR BREED ABLE BUNNY~! I’M YOUR OFFSPRING MACHINE~! AH~! HAH~!”

“Good little slave~ Now cum for me~”

And on command the rabbit came, screaming in pleasure and his ass opened widely like a cunt, accepting its mate’s sperm.

“Good little rabbit~ As soon as you gave birth, I’ll fill you again with offspring, because that is all you are~ My child making object~”

William moaned whorishly at that. He wouldn’t want it any other way.

-2 weeks later- (BIRTH !!!)

William was laying in a bathtub and almost destroying M/n’s hand in agony. His water broke and now the children were coming. He was already ready to give birth and he screamed and squeezed M/n’s hand with all his might as he started pushing.

M/n got hard when he saw that the kids came out of the very hole he impregnated. Fuck now he wants to fuck his rabbit too. It had to wait until he could masturbate. Guess he had a birth kink…

As soon as the first one was out, the other two came out easily. William passed out after that and M/n took care of the babies. One of them had M/n’s hair and skin tone, but the tail and ears from his mate. The other had black hair and some purple in it and a pale skin tone. And the other had pale skin, M/n’s hair color with purple and the ears and tail from his rabbit. The first one was a girl the other two were boys. (END OF BIRTH)

After M/n took care of them, he brought his mate to bed.

William woke up and got up. He spotted M/n with the three kids on the sofa, sleeping. His nipples leaked milk and he scoffed softly. He went over and saw their eldest fuzzing around. He picked her up and led her head to one of his nipples. She instantly leeched onto it and sucked milk from him.

‘Fuck this feels so weird…’

Then the third born fuzzed around and he took him and let him leech onto his other nipple, he instantly was awake and sucked the milk. They were precious to him and M/n.

-3 months later-

M/n summoned his mate again through the TV they fucked the first time. His ass appeared and he wiggled it around, his tail excitedly swaying from side to side. M/n chuckled.

Yes, he was again in mating season and M/n promised to give him another load of children when he gets into heat. He opened his ass cheeks widely, licked his lips and then shoved his cock all the way inside his mate’s ass again, fucking him roughly and quickly.

You could hear his mate moaning whorishly at the rough treatment, but M/n didn’t expect anything else.

“You like my cock, hmm~?”

“YES~!”

“You want my cum deep inside you~?”

“YEEESSS~!”

“You want to carry another set of my babies~?”

“OH YES PLEASE~! MASTER~!”

M/n slammed against his mate’s prostate again and shoved himself all the way in, making his mate scream in bliss. His ass pulsated happily and welcoming in all the sperm it will get, while M/n’s cock was happy to provide and pulsated wildly.

“You will take every fucking drop of my cum and will not let it escape your ass.”

“I WON’T SIR~! AH~! HAAAAAAAAAAHHHH~!!!”

With that M/n came rope after rope inside his mate, filling his hungry man cunt. His mate twitched, but let it all flow in with hearts in his eyes.

After M/n was finished, he pulled out and plugged his hole shut, making him keep his cum in there and let it do its magic.

William’s tail dropped and covered the plug from sight, feeling too happy and content to not feel boneless. After that he came out of the screen and snuggled up with M/n.

“I love you, Master~”, the rabbit said.

“I love you too, slave~”

His mate snuggled deeper into him, smiling brightly.

Masterlist HERE !

[spookiifi]

Yall Afton fans are insane and that’s why I love you guys so much

I’m not an Afton simp, but I love watching yall go haywire over a half dead scrimblo man and his rotting son.

You go you funky little rabbit people

Happy father’s day???

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere! Behavior For Springtrap(s)

A/N: Springbonnie was included because he fit the line up. Burntrap and Scraptrap was originally in this section but was removed as idk how he'd act different from FNAF 3. I had to be original with Springbonnie as there is not much known about him. If you wanted Scraptrap and/or Burntrap, let me know.

Animatronic or android, does not matter. Except Glitchtrap is code either way, so-

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Possessive behavior, Delusional behavior, Overprotective behavior, Sadistic behavior, Kidnapping, Blood mention, Manipulation, Implied death, Jealousy, Obsessive, Abuse of emotions, Physical violence, Threats.

Spring Bonnie

- Springbonnie is extremely kind to you. Much unlike who he soon becomes, he enjoys the company of you and Fredbear.

- He's talented with playing songs on his banjo for you and does it often. Springbonnie comes off as super friendly and affectionate rather than sadistic and cruel.

- At this time night shifts were uncommon, even if there were shifts, Springbonnie most likely would have acted the same. He finds no pleasure in harming you on purpose. Although the rabbit can be petty and jealous.

- While he can tolerate you around others for a little while he would rather have all of your attention. He and Fredbear are the only bots here so he's more concerned about other humans.

- Especially William Afton, despite the man being part of his creation. Springbonnie may even get protective about you after the bite....

- He knows his friend didn't mean it! His creator's son made a mistake.... Yet he starts to feel like you'll lose interest in him out of fear.

- Which may or may not lead to you being locked in one of the backrooms with him... He has to protect you somehow-!

- "Don't be scared! I promise I'm as gentle as a rabbit... let's sing a song together, alright?"

- General Yandere Behavior: Caring, Clingy, Obsessive, Overprotective, Slightly possessive.

Springtrap

- Springtrap acts rather sadistic, manipulative, and cryptic towards you. He likes to make sadistic games for you and him to play in this attraction. Perhaps if you please him he'll keep you alive longer.

- Like Funtime Freddy he loves to see you bleed at his hands. He finds it fun to inflict pain on you and wants you to fear yet respect him. He could care less what you think of him.

- He isn't much different from his older self, William Afton, except for maybe being a little more cocky. That's why he's sadistic compared to Spring Bonnie despite technically being the same bot.

- Springtrap is another of those Yanderes that has a high chance to kill you. Yet, being William, he calculates what would happen if he did. He'd be rather bored....

- He loves the fact it's just you and him in this attraction. No one to disturb the game he's playing with you.... Let's see how long you keep him entertained!

- Springtrap treats you cruelly, playing with your emotions and harming you physically. All while affectionately calling you names and expressing the fact he likes you. Harming you yet telling you he adores everything about you.

- He just loves the way you struggle against him...! Reminds him of the good ol' days....

- "It's just you and me in this building, dear! Don't worry, I'll try not to have you bleed too much~!"

- General Yandere Behavior: Possessive, Sadistic, Demanding, Controlling, Ruthless, Manipulative.

Glitchtrap

- Glitchtrap is rather playful with you once pulling you into the digital world. He's also rather cryptic and slightly sadistic. Surprisingly, not as much as his physical counterpart.

- You're treated like a toy within his virtual realm. The rabbit could do anything he wishes with you so it's recommended you behave.

- Glitchtrap likes to see you scared. He loves it when you fear him as it makes it easier for you to listen to his commands. You'll willingly crawl into his arms if he threatens to put you through a painful simulation, right?

- His end goal for you us to make you one of his most precious followers. Even if he didn't take you to the digital realm he dwells in, he will be sure he never leaves your mind. You'll feel as though your thoughts are not your own....

- Out of all of Afton's incarnations he may be the best to be stuck with. As in this realm he seems sadistically playful and doesn't wish to kill you, unlike the Springtraps where you're forced to bleed often.

- With a little fear, he's sure you'll follow him in whatever he wishes.

- "Follow me and you'll be happy for all eternity~"

- General Yandere Behavior: Obsessive, Possessive, Manipulative, Playful, Demanding, Slightly sadistic

[vermillionmars]

VIRUS — !!

glitchtrap / william afton x reader

cw/tw ; death / mentions of death, mentions of child murder / death, doesn't rly follow canon

a/n ; wrote this to spite my friend who called him disgusting and creepy!! which is fair but like. i like him sooo,, anyways ik this isn't rly how glitchtrap works, idgaf <3. also pls pretend i used british slang i'm not going to text my british friend, 'hey babe can you give me british slang?? i need it for my fnaf fic', and i'm too lazy to look it up

“ — I FULFILL MY DARKEST DESIRE ! ”

You hummed idly as you clicked around your computer. You opened the application with the icon of a piece of paper and a pen. The bright white interface burned your eyes, but you couldn't do much about it, seeing as there wasn't a dark mode.

Your fingers glided along your keyboard swiftly. Having memorized the keys and their positions years ago, you didn't have to look at them to type. You typed for a bit without stopping, except when your fingers began to feel sore.

You were a journalist for an online news site, and so it was your duty to research the topics you covered in depth, and make sure you didn't get any details wrong. Your deadline for this article was quickly approaching—you had been slacking off for a week straight. Luckily for you, though, this article didn't require much heavy research, as its topic was fairly simple.

You had already collected all of your details and key talking points and consolidated them into neat bullet points for you to have for reference. All that you needed to do now was put them in a comprehensive order and write the article itself. You were a professional, so this was no trouble for you.

'Much like the restaurants it's based off, the newest game shocking the nation has more to it than meets the eye. After the tragic death of a play tester, Fazbear Entertainment was struck with a lawsuit. Production of The Freddy Fazbear Virtual Experience was then handed from Silver Parasol Games to a new, unknown company.' You wrote.

The hottest game of the year, The Freddy Fazbear Virtual Experience, had a rocky development. As a journalist, you were inclined to document and present to the public its history. The company itself was shady, but was rather skilled at sweeping its controversies under the rug. You aimed to bring light to their horrific history.

You hadn't played the game yourself, but you already had a prejudice against it. The playtester mentioned in your article, Jeremy, was your friend before he passed. He was normal one moment, and then the next he was erratic and paranoid, complaining about nightmares and overall acting unwell. You were quick to pick up on the fact that this behavior began after he played that game.

Then, he died. And to your disgust, no one talked about it. It was covered up so well, zero traces left behind.

You didn't believe a game could cause someone to have a sudden change in behavior, but you believed Jeremy. You trusted him, like a good friend. You told him you'd help him out. He died before you could.

Jeremy's copy of the game was in your possession. He had left it with you before he passed, perhaps in an attempt to rid himself of the nightmares and trauma he was experiencing. You hadn't touched it once, too fearful that you'd meet the same fate.

You sighed, and continued writing. 'Sometime in the 80's, five or six (or possibly more) children went missing in a Fazbear Entertainment restaurant. They have been missing for decades, so it is safe to assume they're dead by now. Fazbear Entertainment has done their best to conceal this information from the public. On top of that, there have been many reported incidents of harm befalling people at their establishments. From robotic malfunctions to kidnappings, Fazbear's is chock full of gruesome controversies. With a franchise as large and old as Fazbear Entertainment, it's only natural a lawsuit or two will taint the place. But with their repeated imcompetence and love for denying every accusation, it baffles me how they are still in business.'

You relaxed against your chair, contemplating how to end the article. This was always the hardest part for you. You frowned, brows furrowing. What to do, what to do...

Despite your hand being off of the mouse entirely, your cursor began moving. You watched with eyes wide open. It clicked on an icon you hadn't noticed before. The Freddy Fazbear Virtual Experience, it read, with a creepy yellow rabbit's face on it. You had never...bought the game online...you had never installed it to your computer. Had Jeremy done it, then? Maybe, but wouldn't you have noticed?

Before you could stop it, the application opened. Instead of seeing a typical title screen or whatever the game was supposed to show, the only thing visible was a lanky, yellow rabbit, like the icon. It stated at you with its purple eyes, wide smile never leaving (if it could) as it slowly began to wave.

"What...?" You shook your head, and directed your cursor to the bright red X at the top of the screen. To your shock, it didn't close, no matter how many times you spammed the button.

"It's no use..." The rabbit drawled out. Its voice was surprisingly deep, and heavily accented. "I disabled it."

"How..." You were unsure if it could hear you, but it seemed to be able to, since it moved its hand to stifle a laugh at your cluelessness.

"Is that of importance?" It asked.

"I think so, yes," you glared at your screen. The rabbit fiddled with its bowtie nonchalantly.

"Let's disregard the issue of my control over your system and instead focus on what I came here for, okay?" He scoffed. Really, he had no right to act so rude, considering he just showed up out of the blue and expected you to obey him.

"Fine, then, what did you come here for?"

The rabbit laughed, and moved your cursor to minimize the game window. He was now in a tiny box on the right hand side of the screen, and he pointed to a part in your article. "You misspelled 'incompetence' here." It was right—you had used an M in place of an N.

"You—you seriously hacked my computer...somehow...just to inform me of a typo?"

"It was bugging me," it crossed his arms. An ear flopped down onto itself, and it rushed to fix it. "Would you rather I have let you publish that with such an egregious typo? It would undermine the whole point of your article."

You supposed he was right, but you would've caught the mistake later on when you proofread it. "Fine, thank you."

"You're welcome," it said haughtily.

"Well then, virus...or whatever you are, do you plan to leave anytime soon?"

"I'm not considering the idea all that much, no."

"Yeah, I figured," you 'tsked.' "If you're going to stick around, I'm going to need your name."

The rabbit hummed, thinking to itself. It seemed to be debating on what to reply with, before it came to its conclusion. "You...you may call me Glitchtrap, or whatever you prefer. My name doesn't matter that much."

Glitchtrap, as it was now called, jumped out of the game's minimized window and onto the window with your writing app. You wondered why it didn't just do that previously, instead of cramming itself into a tiny box. It scrutinized what you had written.

"Remove this sentence here. It's unnecessary, and is pointless filler. Here, reword this one and change the point of view. First person is generally considered improper in formal writing. This two sentences are stating the same thing, rephrase them or combine them into one."

It gave helpful pointers, surprisingly. It took note of what was usually deemed unprofessional and advised you to change it. While it hurt you to erase your article of the majority of your style, you knew people wouldn't take your company seriously if they're most prominent writer didn't try to write in a usual, 'proper' way.

You did as it advised, and you had to admit, it did look and read better now. Weirdly, Glitchtrap told you when you got your details on the cases wrong, or when you were forgetting a crucial detail. Did it know because it had access to the internet? "Glitchtrap, how do you know all of this? Most of what I wrote here is all of the information available online..."

Glitchtrap giggled ominously, not answering your question directly. It replied with a question of its own. "Say, you're the expert writer here. You've researched as deep as you possibly could into Fazbear Entertainment, right? Why don't you take a guess why I know?"

You gave it a confused look. You had only recently begun looking into this company, you weren't an expert like Glitchtrap snarkily claimed. But regardless, you tried to think of the answer. Considering Fazbear Entertainment liked to hide information from people, the only ones who'd know in excruciating detail the aspects of all these cases would be someone involved directly in the company. Someone higher up, like an owner.

But Glitchtrap couldn't be either of those. It was a virus, after all. It wasn't human. Still, it didn't make sense why it knew.

You doubted any employees would know the extent of these cases. So that just left the bosses. From the top of your head, they were...Henry Emily, the owner. And...William Afton, the other owner. But both were long dead, so...what did that mean? You remembered reading about the Springbonnie suit and Afton's demise—it was a topic you had planned to bring up in your article, but your virus bunny told you not to, and to focus and really hone in on the missing children to garner more sympathy and disgust from readers. The suit looked kind of similar to Glitchtrap, yeah, but there were enough differences that you couldn't be sure.

Maybe it was just some virus that had also invaded the company's private files?

"Wow, you're slow," Glitchtrap sneered. "Are you trying to bore me into exhaustion? So I'll go away? Jokes on you, I don't require sleep."

"I don't understand," the bunny's ears perked up at that. "How do you know? Seriously. Did you hack into Fazbear Entertainment's database or something? You're not human, so you can't have any ties to the company in any other way...and even if you did, say you owned the original places, the owners are dead and have been for a long time."

Glitchtrap blinked, and then fell over, clutching its stomach. It laughed and laughed, backside pressing against the X and closing the window of your writing app. It had an auto save function, luckily, so you didn't lose anything. "Haha! Oh, oh wow, that's gold."

"Stop laughing, bunny," you glowered. "I'll delete the Fazbear Experience app."

"Oh, try it! It won't work."

Of course it wouldn't, the thing would just stop you from uninstalling it. Man. "Agh, whatever, just tell me!"

"Afton," it said simply, after it has finished its laughing fit. "I'm William Afton."

"William Afton?" You repeated. "But he's dead, rabbit. Unless you're telling me necromancy exists?"

"Not necromancy, but...say, Mx. Journalist can we have this conversation at a later time? I fear your brain won't be able to comprehend what I have to say," he commented cruelly. "All you need to know is that it's me, no matter what form I take, it's always me. I always come back."

"That's...alright, I suppose," it suddenly struck you that you could interview the William Afton. Granted, in old articles during the early days of Freddy's, they had always described the man as temperamental, and quick to anger. So maybe it wasn't the best idea to do so right now.

"Oh, yes, your article..." Glitchtrap—or William?—stared at the pen and paper on the icon. He tapped it, and opened the app. "Your emails to your boss say it's due tomorrow...my my, how long have you been slacking off? If I were your boss, I'd have fired you by now."

"I was dealing with the death of my friend, Glitchtrap. I think a little slacking off is justified."

Glitchtrap tilted his head. "Friend? Who?"

"His name was Jeremy. He played that game, and then he started losing his sanity, and now he's...not here anymore..."

The virus was silent. You didn't know if it was in sympathy or out of a lack of understanding of emotions. "How unfortunate," he said, breaking his silence. You had already learned the man was rather insensitive, so you didn't care about his lack of empathy.

"Yeah, whatever, let's just move on..." William didn't complain.

For the rest of the night, you wrote while the bunny danced around the screen or yawned and groaned about you writing slow. He was a pain and kept interrupting your concentration, but whenever you finished a segment of your article, he'd look it over and check it for anything he deemed an error. He was a better spelling and grammar checker than any tool you could buy, so you were thankful in that regard. You just wished he wasn't so whiny and bratty when he wasn't helping you.

You were finally finished when the sun began to rise. You emailed it in a PDF to your boss, stretched your arms out, and got off your chair.

"Hey!" Glitchtrap yelled. "Are you not going to pay me back for helping?"

"I wasn't aware I needed to pay you..." You hissed. "What do you want?"

"Nothing, nothing~" he put his hands up in a dismissive stance. "Just allow me to access your other devices, and I'll be good."

"Why do you want that...it doesn't seem like much 'payment' to me..."

"Don't complain, and just be glad I didn't ask to merge with you and take over your body. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

"What—"

"Anyways."

"Sure...I don't know how this works, but you have my spoken permission to access my other devices..."

"Silly, silly, you have to take the USB out and insert it into the others."

USB? You looked towards your computer and, inserted without your knowledge, was a purplish USB. You took it out and turned off your computer.

Well, you couldn't fit this into your phone. That was until you saw the ever convenient text that read 'Bluetooth compatible!' You sighed, and connected the two after an annoyingly long process.

The Freddy Fazbear Virtual Experience appeared on your home screen, and you pressed it. Glitchtrap waved.

"There. Can I sleep now?"

"I don't care, I got what I wanted."

You threw your phone lightly onto the bed, plugged it onto the charger and into the nearby outlet, then turned it off. You snuggled yourself in your covers and thought about what you had done today. Well, you got your work done! But it was done with the help of a rabbit virus who happened to somehow be a man who died in the 20th century.

You missed Jeremy, as always. Hopefully when your article got published, the public would realize the truth of Fazbear Entertainment, and boycott them.

You hoped you could avenge him, even in the smallest of ways.

[alliddeart]

Smol Glitchtrap

(click the pics for better quality)

So I read this fic from @pyrohypernova , it was cute, I had to draw it.

/I'm not the artist friend mentioned in the post lol/

I also don't know what a drawing tablet interface looks like since I use a laptop, so I just took a screenshot and used that.