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nemmet · 10 months ago
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autistic headcanons: mike schmidt (five nights at freddy’s) 🔦💤
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dragcnbreak · 1 year ago
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I just know Mike would be SO SWEET to an autistic little reader having a meltdown… I know that man would immediately turn off the lights and silence any noise and put u under a weighted blanket and he’d give u the best hug of ur LIFE,, I’m going feral
OH NONNIE YOU KNOW HE WOULD OMGS he’s autistic too so he knows exactly what to do and let me write a drabble about this
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Unfortunately, it wasn’t your day. Everything seemed to go as wrong as it could have. You woke up late for work, your shift was abysmal, and you hadn’t eaten a single thing. Your mood was horrible, a reflection of the day you were having.
So when you got home, which was where your two favorite people were, everything was just too much. Abby sat on the floor drawing while watching the television and Mike was cooking dinner. The cacophony of smells, sights, and sounds were so nauseating.
You began to tear up while also regressing, dropping your keys which made you flinch. The simple tears grew to sobs while you settled into a small age, catching the attention of the Schmidts.
Abby ran over to you and asked what was wrong, unknowingly making the meltdown even worse. Mike, on the other hand, knew exactly what was happening. “Hey Abs, why don’t you go draw quietly in your room?” He whispered to her, coming over to you. “But I want to help!” She reasoned, watching as you fell to the floor softly.
“I don’t think you can help right now. You know how sometimes you get overstimulated?” Abby nodded. “That’s what’s happening right now. There isn’t much you can do. So please, go shut off the television and go to your room.” She almost responded but looked at you and then instead nodded at her brother. The TV was eventually shut off and Mike then could hear his sister’s door close quietly.
He turned to you and then looked around the room, assessing what triggers there could potentially be. So, he closed all the blinds, turned off the lights and the stove, put the half-cooked food away in the fridge, and bent down next to you.
“Is it okay if I talk to you?” Mike asked softly, changing his position so he was sitting instead. You hesitated before you nodded, beginning to rock yourself back and forth slowly. “Is it okay if I touch you?” He then asked. You took longer to think about this question, unsure if you would like it. But eventually you nodded again.
Seeing your head move up and down, Mike put his arms around you. He squeezed, knowing you liked the pressure. You only sobbed more, enjoying the feeling while also getting used to the lack of things happening around you. “I’ve got you, baby, you’re okay.”
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mike is so gentle and kind and he’s definitely had meltdowns before and so has abby so he knows what to do and he just wants you to feel comfortable and safe and T_T
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angstea · 17 days ago
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i'll make a cup of coffee for your head
Fandom: FNAF Movie
Ship: SecurityWaiter
Series: Auctober 2024
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Summary: A morning with Mike and Ness
AN: Mike and Ness are both autistic, Mike uses a cane
Title is from Coffee by beabadoobee
Written for Auctober Day 22: Disabled
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Mike was shocked awake by a bolt of pain rattling from his calf up to his hip. He gasped sharply, going completely still and tense.
"Fuck." he hissed through gritted teeth.
Ness stirred, cuddling closer to Mike.
"Everything alright, sugar?" he mumbled, still sleepy.
"Hurts." Mike said, grabbing onto Ness's hand and squeezing it tightly in his.
"Alright. I'll make breakfast."
Mike went to protest that. It was his turn to make breakfast, Ness couldn't just take over because he didn't feel good, he-
Ness covered Mike's lips with his index finger, eyes narrowing.
"Don't you dare. I want to do this for you. Got it?"
"But-"
"Got it?
Mike stopped trying to argue but he didn't agree. He didn't like the idea whatsoever.
Ness sighed. "Okay, compromise. I make breakfast today and you can make it the next two times. Is that good?"
Mike turned it over in his head. He gently grabbed Ness' wrist and moved his hand away.
"That would be acceptable, yes." he agreed, a jokingly stern tone in his voice.
Ness giggled and kissed Mike on the tip of his nose before leaving for the kitchen. Mike reached for his cane sitting by the bed.
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punkeropercyjackson · 2 months ago
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Mike Schmidt x Autistic!Little Sibling!Reader pls?
EXCELLENT ASK
Mike is also autistic,obviously???Watch the movie lmao
He's a great brother and like a best friend too
Saves up for special gifts of your spinterests
And does parallel play and infodump turns with ya!!
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glfry · 1 year ago
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Can we agree that the "Thats two things" line from Mike was autistic as shit
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scaryboy2409 · 1 year ago
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I'm so glad that the fnaf movie had not one, not two, but THREE autistic main characters
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fruffles-art · 5 months ago
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Happy gay month have some little gay boys bc im autistic 🫶💗
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i-give-u--art · 11 months ago
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theautisticjedi · 1 year ago
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crypticcowboys · 1 year ago
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mike schmidt just cannot stop looking at you. (no warnings, it's fluff.)
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mike was never one to hold eye contact with people— at-least, not until he learned that in adulthood his employers would very likely think he was an absolute fucking weirdo, or think he didn't care about the jobs he absolutely needed, so he had to learn to force himself to hold eye contact with his peers. he could hold eye contact with abby the easiest— considering that was his little sister. but with you, it's more than just holding your gaze. it's the fact that he can't look away from it.
it was harder when you two first met, obviously. but it was a little bit easier as you two got closer, step by step, until you two became inseparable. his avoided eye contact was no longer really intentional, only when he was deep in thought, before he'd turn his attention right back to you. and then he started holding your eye contact, not even looking away once you did. he had to pry his eyes off of you, most times. he stopped caring about his staring problem eventually.
mike woke up before you, always. it wasn't easy for him to sleep in the first place— the ambien not doing much to really keep him asleep— he always woke up with a start right after the reoccurring dream, before going right back to sleep and doing it all over again. but your face met his each time, and he'd drink in your sleeping form, his eyes absorbing every single detail on your face, like he was imprinting it into his mind. and if he was just too tired to keep his eyes open, or it was too dark in the room, he'd wander his hands over your cheeks, envisioning the face he memorized long ago. that's what'd lure him back to sleep, each time.
mike who starts to tear up every-time he looks at you for a bit too long. you just look so beautiful, he doesn't know what to do with it. close is never close enough with you— he can never hold you close enough. some days, he cups your cheeks and just stares at you, such longing in his eyes, it has you flustered as you turn your head away, before he's redirecting you with the softest "no, look a'me. please". you've ever heard.
some days, mike is so afraid that if he stops staring at you, you'll slip from his fingers just like garrett and everything else besides abby in his life has. so he drinks you in as much as he can, because if he ever loses you, he'd never forgive himself if he forgot what you looked like.
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dragcnbreak · 1 year ago
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for my people who headcanon mike schmidt as autistic, what do you think some of his special interests and/or hyperfixations are or have been? im having a hard time thinking of some :(
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angstea · 1 month ago
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i could barely speak (i could only hum a tune)
Fandom: FNAF Movie
Ship: SecurityWaiter
Series: Auctober 2024
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Summary: Mike visits the pizzeria. Ness is waiting (not that Mike knows it)
AN: Title is from My farewells to the fields by Yaelokre
Mike is autistic (so is Ness but it doesn't rlly come up)
This is an AU of my own creation, the Ness Cadet AU (I know Candy Cadet is not at Freddy's in the movie, let me have this)
Written for Auctober Day 5: Verbose
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"Hey. It's just me again.." Mike wasn't sure why he felt the need to announce his presence. The rusted robot in the corner didn't respond.
Mike slumped into the chair that now sat alongside Candy Cadet (he had reluctantly dragged it over from the main dining area after his third visit. It was better than sitting on the old carpet, he supposed).
"How you doing, buddy?" He asked the machine.
Candy Cadet said nothing, of course.
"Hang on, I think I've got something for you." Mike dug through the pockets of his coat, searching for something, dropping things into his lap to help locate what he was looking for. Scraps of paper with reminders written on them, a couple of pennies, a bit of string, a long forgotten raffle ticket, general odds and ends that got shoved into pockets before disappearing from memory.
A crumpled bit of paper fell to the floor and he reached down to retrieve it. His hand trembled slightly when he realised it was a receipt from Sparky's. He felt sick to his stomach at the sight of Ness's handwriting at the bottom, a wave of grief crashing over him once again.
(Mike used to go to Sparky's with Abby to see Ness while he was stuck working a shift. They couldn't chat for long, but Ness would leave notes for him on the receipts. Mike had appreciated every single one but he had always thrown them away in the end. He didn't have space to keep every single one, no matter now precious each one was to him now. He hung onto this one like it was made of solid gold though)
He shoved the paper back into the pocket of his jeans, trying to push away the crushing weight of all that had happened.
"Sorry..." he mumbled, wiping away the couple of tears that fell from his eyes. "I don't even know why I talk to you, you know. You're not...you don't know I'm even talking to you. We can't have a conversation."
He finally found what he was looking for, a quarter buried at the bottom of his pocket. He slipped it into the coin slot and shoved all the miscellaneous junk back into his coat.
"Can...candy, candy." Candy Cadet's robotic voice flickered to life and his colourful lights flashed unsteadily. A light clatter signalled the arrival of an out of date piece of candy.
"Wow, two. Must be my lucky day." He gave a half-hearted smile and grabbed the two sweets. One cola flavoured, the other orange. Ness's favourites. Again.
"Are these the only ones you have left or something?" Mike asked. He didn't expect the machine to answer.
"Let me tell you a story."
"Huh. That's the first time you've done that." He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed and listening.
"A story about a boy and his friend. Once, there was a young boy who lived on the edge of a forest. Every night, he would wander through the dark forest, watching out for an evil wizard in order to protect the creatures of the forest from him."
Mike raised an eyebrow at the machine.
"One night, he met another boy in the forest. The other boy had heard about the wizard and wanted to see if the stories were true."
It doesn't know. It can't. It's just a coincidence.
"The two boys quickly became friends, running through the forest and laughing together every night. Soon, the boy completely forgot about the wizard or why he was in the forest at all. Until one night."
"Lemme guess, the evil wizard comes back and kills the friend." Mike aimed for sarcasm but his voice was cracking.
"The boys were playing in the woods, carefree and happy. But the wizard found them. Determined to show his power, he killed one of the boys. The other fled."
Mike felt the guilt hit him all over again. He should have tried harder to save Ness. There was so much he could've done.
"Days later, the boy returned to the forest to look for his friend's body. But it was nowhere to be found. He did not know that the wizard had hidden the corpse inside of a tree or that his soul was trapped inside."
His soul was trapped inside. Soul was trapped inside. Soul trapped inside. Soul trapped. Soul trapped.
"His friend cried out for him, trying his hardest to get him to listen. But the boy could not hear."
Then Candy Cadet powered down, leaving Mike in silence.
He couldn't breathe. Ness...Ness couldn't possibly still be here. He wasn't... his soul trapped inside.
"I have to go." His voice was tight as he leapt out the chair and ran for the exit.
He heard Candy Cadet's speaker crackle and croak about candy but he didn't even glance back.
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Mike!
"Candy."
Mike, please come back.
"Get your candy."
I'm right here, sugar.
"Let me tell you a story."
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dreamingamongthestars · 1 year ago
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depressed guy x autistic gal is one of my favourite dynamics of all time romantic platonic parental idc that shit slaps
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shelfperson · 1 year ago
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aight, look, if they make mike and vanessa a thing in the movie i won't be too mad. IF. AND ONLY IF. they inject those fuckers with so much collective mental illness the sun explodes. i want through-the-roof bisexuality. NAY, homosexuality. she has to be evil. btw. as a treat. to me.
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ratboiishere · 5 months ago
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Happy Pride with Headcanons
FNAF night Guards + ocs Headcanons (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)
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anylemontrees · 1 year ago
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i can already tell the new fnaf movie is going to be a comfort movie for me why ?? who can say but it exudes that energy
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