#ch: vanny

[springtrappd]

marta svetek -- voice of gregory, vanny, roxanne wolf in fnaf: sb and its dlc, ruin -- has joined kellen goff in voicing her thoughts on ai reproductions of her voice. again: if you want voice actors to maintain a living wage (and their own mental health), please respect her wishes and ensure that this kind of behaviour is heavily discouraged in the future.

full text of thread below the cut for brevity:

Been getting tagged in all kinds of posts and popular TikToks of people using AI voice clones of my FNAF characters to have them sing or say all kinds of random stuff. You might think it's fun. But really it's contributing to the problem all VAs are facing in the wake of AI. The more these AI voice clones get used, the more they're normalized, and the more businesses see it as a viable alternative to real VAs when making content for you. Slowly but surely, most of your favourite VAs will be out of work. Not to mention what this will cost in terms of future generations of VAs. Incredible performances we'll never get to experience because most businesses will more often than not go for the cheapest, quickest option as soon as the technology is up to scratch. This is made even worse by the fact that we currently have very few legal protections against the unauthorized use of our voices using AI. And we're being pressured to waive those too, for a fraction of their worth. This is one of the big reasons the current strikes are a thing. If you enjoyed my work in FNAF and have any respect for the amount of time and effort VAs put into bringing characters to life, don't use AI voice clones in your fanart. I can't express how violated I feel every time I hear my voice say words that aren't my own. And just in case it wasn't clear - I have never consented to having my voice, likeness or any of my performances synthesized into AI voices/avatars etc.

[cardhamine]

So anyway, they're gay.

[omenobscura]

Vannie. She/they

[animatronicabundance-archived]

“Grreeegooorryy~”

“Shit shit shit shit-”

The night had been going rather well for the young boy, after many trial and error through the mall, but his lucky streak had to run out eventually. Did it have to run out with the rabbit though? Any animatronic he was confident he could out run and hide from but her…whatever she was he knew hiding was useless. He had to out run her, he just had to out run her and then he could call Fr-

Gregory lets out a small scream as something goes flying past his face, white hot pain and his hand shakily clutched to his cheek. The knife, she had thrown the-......An advantage is an advantage , Gregory knows she has to go back for it and that buys him time. Gregory’s lungs burn like his cheek as he quickly dives into a nearby open vent, not caring where it took him as long as it took him anywhere that wasn’t the atrium.

[reluctaunt]

tag drop / part one ( characters )

[francicide]

stuff i found from my very early 2023/late 2022 pronouny. uhh.

tags: @id-pack-archive

NAMES

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Howard, whistler, vincent, edward, bruce, samuel, joesph, prophet, neo, norman, romeo, kingston, henry, jerome, jeremiah, carnival, jack, artie, amnesia, vegas, harvey, julie, jim, jason, louis, max, winston, lucky, pluto, allison, clarice, lora, hector, apollo, valentino, alastar, laurence, veronica, rosemary, victor, rouge, addison, francisco, wilson, oswald, william, sparky, frankie, rocket, fang, cat, lyric, scarlet, benny, junk, hyde, sadie, eight, domino, chance, roulette, asrael, mustang, molly, cameron, anubis, clark, kent, jake, steven, wasp, chrome, fred, spring, haywire, sunny, bonnie, ashton, renard, voss, nathaniel, oscar, peter, junebug, wombat, indiana, mortie, noir, vannie, cabbie, newton, lloyd, cherry, goldie, miguel, dave, bill, horror, confetti, muse

PRONOUNS

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he/him, it/its, ink/inks, sh?/h?r, h?/h?m, th☆y/th☆m, fle/flesh, rit/ritual, haha/haha, invest/investigate, cri/crime, myst/mystery, ax/axe, bit/bite, bon/bone, brai/brain, bug/bug, bu/burn, carni/carnivore, ch/chaos, chor/chord, clow/clown, clu/clue, core/cores, co/coin, dia/dial, foe/foes, fun/funs, goo/goop, gui/tar, gut/guts, hope/hopes, joke/jokes, lie/lies, lo/loop, lord/lords, mask/masks, mob/mobs, mon/ster, note/notes, officer/officers, or/organ, rabi/rabid, ret/ro, ring/rings, save/savior, shee/sheep, sheri/sheriff, skull/skulls, song/songs, ma/smart, star/fish, sta/static, tru/truth, wor/ship, i/me, h*/h*m, [redacted]/[redacted], @/@s, #/#s, ☆/☆s, 🦇/🦇s, 🥩/🥩s, 🔪/🔪s, 🕊️/🕊️s/, 🐧/🐧s, dis/disease, abyss/abyssal, ae/aer, ang/angel, anim/animal, anti/antis, arcade/arcades, bari/baritones, a/aro, ay/am, bun/buns, bun/bunny, byte/bytes, cat/cats, choke/chokes, ci/cipher, cor/corpse, cor/corv, crea/create, creep/creeps, cry/cries, dae/dem, dead/deads, dea/death, doll/dolls, drop/drip, elec/tric, eu/euro, eye/strain, fa/faun, fla/flare, fi/fire, fix/fixs, fi/fizzy, fool/fools, four/fourth, fox/foxs, fluff/fluffs, fur/furs, gala/galas, gho/ghost, giggle/giggles, gli/glitch, gli/glitter, gi/grr, gore/gores, grime/grimes, hab/habit, heir/heirs, honk/honks, hy/hyena, hy/hym, hymn/hymns, hx/hxm, hum/hums, hu/hush, hyp/hyper, idol/idols, kin/kins, kni/knight, lol/lols, lost/sheep, lo/love, mad/mads, medi/medical, meow/meows, mim/mimicks, mir/miracle, moo/moos, moon/moons, mo/mourn, musi/music, ni/night, no/non, nov/nova, of/ofs, op/oprea, other/others, pain/pains, paw/paws, pos/sum, poison/poisons, polyb/polybius, rabbi/rabbit, racc/raccoon, rai/rains, ram/rams, rat/rats, rawr/rawrz, rep/tile, ribb/ribbit, rule/ruler, scene/scenes, sea/seas, se/ser, sly/slim, spark/sparks, star/stars, stim/stims, survivor/survivors, syn/synth, the/then, thou/thee, vamp/vamps, voi/voids, vi/rus, were/wolf, whisp/whisps, wing/wings, woo/wools, wol/wolf, wy/wire, wyv/wyvern, xe/xeno, xyz/xyz, you/your, ze/zer, kit/kits, thon/thons, eel/eels, pey/pen, pocket/pockets, chemic/chemical, moss/mosses, dem/demo, lin/linen, unknown/unknowns, hi/hiss, ith/iths, mal/ware, crow/crows, nor/mal, code/codes, cy/cyber, shark/sharks, woof/woofs, silly/sillys, .doc/.docs, .exe/.exes, k9/k9s, h3/h1m, sh3/h3r, 3rr0r/3rr0rs, 0/0s, 3/3s, 6/6/s, 7/7s, 9/9s, 𖤐/𖤐s, ███/███, 💤/💤s, 🐁/🐁s, 🎶/🎶s, 🐚/🐚s, 🕹️/🕹️s, 🪱/🪱s, 🩹/🩹s, 🐍/🐍s, 💉/💉s, 🧿/🧿s, ✒️/✒️s, ⛓️/⛓️s, 🃏/🃏s, 🦴/🦴s, 🎭/🎭s, ☎️/☎️s, 🎲/🎲s, 🌕/🌖s, 🦈/🦈s

and ̴̡͈̜̙̜̫͉͈̲̺̦͕̦̳̒͌͐̓̉̆̀͆̓͘/̴̼̹͑ ̸̛̝̩̫̫̲̱̎͌̇̑̇̑̀̕̕/̵̤̺̣̝͙̱̙͋̋̍̈́̓̽ ̶̛͇̙̺͔̬͓̼̭̭̞̗͖̙͗́̎̆͛͌͝ ̶̨̬̙̤͍̮̗̙̟͉̊͑ͅ/̴̧̧̲̟̏̎͒̍̕

TITLES

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The creature, prn who loves glitchcore, prn who embodies retrocore, prn who loves aesthetics, the creature, prn who is an angel, prn who loves obscure media/things, the loud one, the roleplayer, prn before who prn is now, prn who loves 2010 (games).

[disasterousduo]

Ch. 2 The New Sun

Moon’s view

As I leave the daycare, Vanny decides to start talking to me, ‘So… glad he’s gone, now you won’t get distracted with your miss-‘

‘SHUT UP!’

As I continue to argue with Vanny in my head, I bump into someone, when I look slightly up, I see it’s Monty.

“Moon! Buddy! So… how are you? I’m g-“

“What do you want?!” I growl out.

“Sheesh, you don’t have to be that rude.” Me and Vanny roll our eyes, “Anyways, I have a new business idea, ya interested?”

“No, I’m busy.”

“With what? That dumbass brother of yo-“

“SHUT UP!” I could feel the killcode take over slightly, with the help of Vanny.

“Ok! Ok… speaking of the du- champ, where is he? I have something for him.”

“You mean scam him?” I ask, with slight venom, in my voice.

“I mean… not really… ok ya… sooooooo, can I see him or?”

“No! I mean… he’s busy..”

‘Smooth.’ She replies sarcastically.

“Shut up.” I mutter.

“What?”

“Uhh.. nothing.” and with that, I leave Monty to himself.

I continue to walk, until I’m in the lobby of the pizzeria.

‘What’s that?’ Vanny asks.

“What’s what?” I ask, looking around.

“THAT!” As she slightly controls me, she moves me closer to this… blue glowing… portal?

“What is that?”

‘A portal you idiot.’

“I know, but why is it here?”

‘Idk! Why are you asking me?!’

“……. Ima get closer.”

As I walk closer, I can hear Vanny yell things like, ‘THATS A FUCKING STUPID IDEA’ ‘Moon!’ ‘Are you even listening?!’ Then she basically just gave up as I continue to walk towards the portal.

‘Fine, whatever! Go in there and possibly die for all I care! Your brother will be a better vessel for him anyways then you….’

“What did you just s-?!”

‘Fuck! Uhhhhhh…….’ I got interrupted when, somehow, she pushed me into the portal.

“VANNY YOU BITCH!” I yell as the portal sucks me in.

When I get dropped out, the portal disappears, and I can see, I’m back in the daycare.

“I’m back in the FUCKING building again?! My god!”

Sunny’s view

“Thank you for all your help Moon.”

“No problem, now, I have to get going, my Sun is probably worried sick about me.”

As he goes to leave, I ask, “Umm, would it be ok if I came with you? I have nothing left here.”

He turns around and looks at me, pity, just like her… mom Vanessa… Pity, that’s all people look at me with! I’m not something to pity!

I snap out of my thoughts as I hear him talk, “I think one Sun is enough, I don’t think I could handle two.” He jokes, but… I hear some seriousness in his voice… “I’ll visit though.”

My heart breaks, but it’s nothing new.

I then hear him whisper to himself as he gets into the ball pit portal, “I feel bad for him.”

My heart hurts more, “I’m not a boy…” I mutter as I mess with the computers by the security desk.

The computers started working properly again, but after an hour, one started having sparks come out of it, and exploded, then the rest. One by one, the computers were gone.

Moon was gone.

I would get dismantled…

Tears started to come down my eye.

“I’m back in the FUCKING building again?! My god!”

I perk up slightly, was Moon back? What if it’s not him… what if it’s the security guards? I don’t want to die…

“Who’s there?!” I yell, hoping my voice sounded threatening, getting all of the tears out of my eyes.

Moon’s view

I hear someone yell… wait.

It sounded like…

Sun!

I went to yell out something, but remembered……. Sun’s dead…

I go to hide behind one of the play structures, and look slightly over, and there I see… Sun, but, he looks different… more… cartoony looking, with ankles and feet that look like a Moon’s…..

Sun… no… he’s dead… HE’S DEAD! I SAW HIS BODY! HE’S DEAD! HE’S DEAD! HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!NONONONONONONONO NONONONONONONONO NONONONONONONON-

I can feel the killcode try to break free, but I do nothing as I continue to panic, I feel tears come down my eyes.

THIS ISN’T REAL!!HE’S DEAD!

I then feel someone grab my hands and take then away from… oh… was I clawing at my neck again…?

I look up and see……………

Sunny’s view

“Are you ok?” I ask worried, I look him up and down.

He looked like Moon, but I could tell this wasn’t him, Moon did talk a lot about dimension traveling… maybe this guy did that? The poor guy looked scared and confused.

I felt him put one of his hands on my face, all the while muttering, “This isn’t real… your not real…”

“I’m sorry to say, this is real.” I responded softly.

Immediately after that, he hugs me, which was… unexpected, but I… I liked it. I hug him back. We stayed like that for awhile, until he lets go slightly let’s go.

“If you’re fine with it, could you answer some questions?”

“Sure…” he says quietly and softly.

Moon Moonrise’s view

“What’s your name?”

“Moon-“ I was going to answer just Moon, but… I wanted a fresh start, to be someone completely new, so I answered with the first thing that came to mind, “rise. Moonrise.”

“Nice to meet you! I’m Sunny. Next question, what gender are you? I don’t want to assume you’re a guy. I’m female.”

Female? But Sun’s a- this isn’t my Sun….

“Male.”

“Um, could you tell me what happened to make you freak out like that? You don’t have to!”

I… I don’t want to, but maybe he- she could help me.

So, I tell him everything, well… not about the killcode, Vanny, or Glitchtrap.

I can see his her face looks sad and worried for me.

“I’m so sorry.”

I chuckle, “It’s not your fault.”

She was about to answer, but then started to yawn. She checks her battery, it shows %10 battery.

She again, was going to say something, but got interrupted by me picking her up, without any effort, and takes her to a charging station. When I put her down, I see she’s already asleep. I charge her myself, then charge myself.

As I cling to her, I mutter, “I couldn’t protect my Sun, but I’ll make sure I protect you, even if I have kill other people to do so.”

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[angelofrainfrogs]

Spend the Night: Ch. 32

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected. 

Rating: T

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Oh, what a shame that things turned out this way Forgive me But you really got to pay up for the suffering you're caused us Join into this children’s chorus

Crank those gears, the music is in me Been a real long day and we're dying to be free Don't stop now, 'cause I can guarantee When the silence drops we're the last thing that you'll see

~Showtime by Madame Macabre, MrCreepyPasta~

Out and into the unpredictable atrium they would go. Charlie planned on making a commotion with Gregory. They would do this outside Fazerblast, as it made more sense for William to be wandering near one of his lairs during the early portions of the night. With Charlie's skills in deception lacking, Gregory knew he'd have to bear the brunt of the acting work. All Charlie had to do was make sure no one untoward came close to him.

The walk there was somewhat tense, though Charlie tried to cut the air by reminding Gregory of all the fun things they’d get to do together once it was all over. It gave the kid the strength to keep moving. Everything had to go perfectly—it just had to. They couldn't afford to let William ruin anyone else's lives.

Turns out he wasn't so far away after all.

Tonight was the night. William refused to wait any longer—his family would be reunited or he’d let this whole place burn to the ground just like all the others. With Vanny missing and totally unreachable now just like the rest of those wretched, sorry excuses for animatronics, William was forced to wander the neon halls in search of Evan.

Michael was keeping them apart, which William found incomprehensible. Once again, his eldest son's reasons had eluded even his brilliant mind.

Michael had grown quite the rebellious streak that Will never had the chance to correct in him. Serves him right for spoiling the boy...

Then, he spotted them—alone and looking petrified were Charlie and Evan, standing hand in hand.

Charlie appeared... relatively the same as before she died. Taller, William noted. He walked quiet and slow from Bonnie Bowl as the two watched the doors of Fazerblast with dreadful gazes.

With a light tap in the vents as inconspicuous as mini-Music Man pattering around, Ennard signaled to Michael and Freddy that the game was on. The pair shared a resolute nod, then as one stomped towards Charlie and Gregory.

“EVAN!” Michael growled, hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Freddy walked inches behind him, acting the part of a robot who Mike had hotwired to do his bidding and his alone. The bear scanned the area with narrowed eyes, expression otherwise passive. He had no emotional stake in this event—he was simply here to follow Michael's orders, whatever those may be.

“Where the hell are you?!” Michael continued, emerging into the main atrium. He spotted Gregory and Charlie standing, freezing in his tracks as his eyes widened in rage. “Come here, Evan! Why don't you ever listen to me, you little shit?!”

As Michael ranted, Freddy caught sight of Bonnie stalking them from the shadows on the top level, peering through the glass-paneled railing with glowing purple eyes. Freddy blinked, tearing his gaze away to look back at the “terrified” Charlie and Gregory.

That isn't Bonnie anymore.

The thought echoed in Freddy's head as he shifted, articulating wires tensed as he prepared to move at Michael's command.

Gregory spun on his heel, with Charlie unable to even try to react before he grabbed onto her hand and yanked her forward into a slow jog. It looked as though he was trying to run faster, though appeared scared and uncoordinated.

“RUN!” he told Charlie, who was dragging her feet in an almost scared frozen position. She'd started to move voluntarily when she remembered the act they were putting on depending on her bolting towards the backrooms. In what was her most gripping performance yet, Charlie managed to scream in a scared and high-pitched tone.

“MICHAEL! Stop—stop chasing us!” she shouted as if trying to talk sense into her old friend.

“EVAN!”

The sound of a father in the throes of an adrenaline-fueled panic had caught Charlie off-guard. She wasn't sure if she’d ever heard William so worried. She could only remember that awful birthday party in ’83 as the only proof he had true, powerfully raw emotions.

William bolted down a flight of stairs, skidding in the oversized suit and having to place a firm hand on the floor to prevent himself from drifting too far off his own set track.

“Get away from him, Michael!” he snarled towards his eldest, in hot pursuit of the fleeing group.

Mike let out a growl of frustration, his head swiveling between the escaping duo and William desperately trying to right himself. After a split-second's hesitation Mike snapped his fingers and pointed towards Charlie and Gregory, calling to the animatronic at his shoulder without even bothering to look: “Freddy! Follow them!”

The bear took off, his pace quicker than a typical human's—though Charlie and Gregory were not typical in the slightest, nor were they entirely human anymore. Freddy didn't speak, eyes forward as he moved with the utmost confidence in his ability to nab his prey. Michael started to follow as well, though at a slower pace so he could address William.

Yes, they wanted to get him into the basement as soon as possible, but they also didn't want him to actually get ahold of Gregory—if Mike could stall just a bit to put some distance between them, that would be ideal. Despite the panic clouding William's brain, the Bonnie suit was still fast.

“Father, stay out of this!” Michael hissed, turning around so he was walking backwards whilst facing the purple rabbit. He glared hard, speaking through clenched teeth. “This is your fucking fault, as usual! I'm just trying to talk to my brother—honestly!”

The words were gnarled with a sickly sweet tone that set even Freddy's receding form on edge. It was clearly a blatant lie—the true intentions behind Michael's pursuit were obviously much darker than a simple conversation, and he wanted William to know it.

William was befuddled, both by Michael’s youthful appearance and his speed. The rabbit gave an almost worried expression as he jogged for his son.

“Talk? Michael, stop harassing your brother! You haven’t learned a thing at all, have you?!” he exclaimed, incredulous that Michael was acting this way after all this time.

What did he expect, really? Michael was completely psychotic. He never heard the end of it from other parents and kids his age—how he’d torment and mock for fun. Shoving his brother’s head into a pneumatic jaw for a “prank” was the icing on top of the cake. For all William knew, the boy probably meant to end his brother that day.

Now revived thanks to something Will didn’t yet know, but made immortal by the Remnant William did have a hand in, Evan likely came to his senses and escaped with Charlie. Still a bad choice, but the lesser of two evils.

“Stop! Before you hurt him worse than Remnant can repair,” William warned, paw outstretched as he attempted to grab Michael.

“Fuck off!” Michael snapped, slapping William's hand away and turning to run forward, picking up speed as he did so. “Evan pissed me off, and now I'm going to get him back—it's eye for an eye, Father.”

His tone was mocking and defiant, calling back to those days in the early eighties when Michael actually spoke like this. Though William still existed in a position of paternal trust and authority at the time, Mike was known to push the envelope with him every chance he got.

“Evan was always your favorite...,” Michael spat over his shoulder. This statement was the closest thing to truth he'd said so far; he always wondered if William favored Evan more, despite his claims of how proud he was that Michael seemed to be “just like him” in so many ways. Just more fodder to goad William into following them down the twisting pathways to the basement...

Such a claim had made William slow, a look of disbelief rounding over the rabbit’s face. That was before he sped up, growling once again.

His bastard of a son was mocking him. Michael had the nerve to break his father’s arm and gouge his chest the last time they saw each other, and blatantly disrespected him even now. Just as Mike reached the backrooms, a mechanical death grip grasped onto his shirt and pulled him back.

“Listen here, you shit!” The impact of William tossing Michael into the wall left a human-shaped indentation on the drywall. “You presume to know everything, don’t you?! You idiot; I don’t love your brother over you. Or your sister!”

William was never good at words. Everything came out wrong and calloused. His actions were cruel and imposing in order to get his children to listen to him—after all, they were like him in so many ways. Discipline was often the only thing they’d understand.

And still, he didn’t say it. William danced around the subject of loving his son, positive that even if he wanted to reiterate the truth, Michael would claim his hatred for him once more.

Michael wheezed, the wind knocked out of his mechanical lungs from the shocking impact. He hadn't planned on getting caught, but William was faster than him—always one step faster. Henry's androids were strong and sturdy, but they could still get damaged.

As Michael twisted painfully onto his hands and knees, an error flashed sheer white in the corner of his vision. A gyroscope in his skull needed recalibration, and he could feel a warm, wet trail down the back of his head from where it'd hit the wall. When Michael touched it his fingers came away red with sticky synthetic blood.

“You bastard,” Michael grunted, righting himself with shaky arms and legs as his body quickly readjusted to normalcy as best it could. He glared at the rabbit with nothing but fierce hatred, taking a wobbly step back in the direction of where the others had run and wiping the blood off on his pants as he did so.

William cocked his head, watching his son back up like a kicked puppy. It almost warmed his heart at the sight. Michael may have hated him, but William only saw his victory as a way of winning this argument. For every reversed step Michael took, William responded with an equal advance.

Seeing the blood run free, William blinked and looked down his nose at his son. “Watch your language—now, let’s find your brother before he gets scared.”

He spoke casually as if it was the old days. Like Michael had acted up and William employed some corporal punishment to get his point across. A rare tactic, and certainly nothing this extreme had ever been used… But desperate times called for desperate measures.

It almost made one wonder where William thought he was—or when.

Michael gently smacked the side of his head with the base of his palm, vainly hoping the gyroscope would realign on its own. This only made the notification blink faster and Michael suppressed a groan. Clearly, his injury wasn't pulling at his father's heartstrings. In fact, seeing a head wound that surely would have severely damaged a normal human seemed to make William a bit smug.

A shot of dark fear ran up Michael's spine. It was so familiar, the old feeling of horror at how cruel his father had become. Though Michael had searched for William in order to try and undo his wrongs, in the back of his mind there was always a tiny voice that hoped he wouldn't find him... He just knew this was no longer the man who used to be a parent, made abundantly clear when Michael saw the body melded to that golden Bonnie suit. Staring into those bright, silver eyes, Mike realized with striking finality that his father's humanity was well and truly gone. He was just a being driven mad by his own fantasies.

And now, it was time to put those fantasies to an end. Michael turned with a sneer, a little unsteady at first when he tried to walk at a normal pace. Thankfully the rest of his inner parts were able to overcompensate well enough despite the misaligned gyroscope, and soon Mike was leading his father down the predetermined path. He made a point to look around corners and pause every so often to listen, pretending like he had no idea where they were actually headed and searching for Evan, too.

William did very much differ from the man from his childhood when it was just the two of them, Mom, and the Emilys.

Before the restaurant.

Before Freddy Fazbear.

Before the unfortunate chain of events that lead to what culminated as finally taking Michael’s father off of spiritual life support.

“Bonnie” shambled behind Michael, eyes darting around for Evan and calling him every so often the further they descended. It was only after a five minute stretch of unbearable silence that William mentioned:

“Oh… You’re bleeding, Michael…”

He spoke slowly, as if Mike couldn’t have possibly realized that himself by now. It was matted in his hair and half-smeared over his forehead and cheek. Maybe William assumed he had brain damage now and couldn’t think for himself. Ah, well.

“DAD! CHARLIE?!” shouted the panicked voice of a child, startling William from his train of thought.

“That's him!” William perked up, ears twitching at the sound—so much closer to his goal now more than ever.

As they rounded the corner, the final piece of their ruse came into view: Freddy was waiting in the middle of the hallway just outside Henry’s workshop. He stood at attention, and clutched tightly in his grasp was Gregory. The boy’s arms were cinched behind his back, held firmly at the wrists by one strong paw. Freddy’s other claw laced through Gregory’s hair, pulling the boy’s head back at an almost painful angle in an effort to make him immobile.

Mike had to give the kid credit: Gregory looked utterly terrified.

“I have caught Evan as you instructed, Michael,” Freddy said, his tone unnaturally flat. Mike’s sour expression slowly morphed into a grin. He glanced towards his father, then back to Freddy. If William hadn’t thought he was psychotic before, he surely would in a few seconds.

“Perfect,” Michael said, starting to walk fast now towards the bear and his brother. He pointed to the workshop, his grin practically devilish at this point. “Take him in there—I’ve got some things I want to tell him that Father won’t be pleased with overhearing...”

Gregory thrashed his legs uselessly. It was no use. No matter how hard he “tried,” there was no budging Freddy's paws. Their locking grip over his wrists and in his hair made him feel like a wild animal trapped and hauled by the scruff.

“LET ME GO!” Gregory managed to cry, all pent up and red in the face as he kicked the empty air. “I'm sorry! Okay?! I said I was sorry! He's hurting me!”

He could only protest in vain as Freddy quickly ran them into the darkness. With hands on his head in shock at the state of his child and the intentionally murderous grin Michael bore, William watched at the horror his eldest wrought.

“You're being a damn monster again, Michael!” he muttered, unknowing to his own hypocrisy as he stormed the room beyond the storage area.

…It was dark. An all-consuming darkness, with no focal point to speak of. Not even Bonnie’s animatronic eyes could make out anything in the smoke-scented depths.

“Evan!” shouted an increasingly distraught William, attempting to feel his way around the room. “... Kids?”

That was when it hit him. The next part of the plan was in play, a combination of Henry’s tinkering and William’s own man-made depravity come back to haunt him anew. The already delusional bunny stood no chance—not when he saw a feminine frame standing underneath a blinking, red EXIT sign, silhouetted with a demanding posture.

And then it was William's turn to feel true fear, if only for a second.

“Who...” he whispered, barely audible from his overworked voice box.

“Will? I missed you, Will…”

The voice was soft, slightly distorted in a dreamlike way as the silhouette moved gracefully towards the rabbit. It never got close though, fading in and out of view as it disappeared into pockets of darkness between tiny string lights hung on the wall that seemed to flicker on in time with the figure’s approach. Eventually it stopped, the light above its head revealing her faint outline once again. Tall, matronly, and graceful, the aura stretched her arms out to beckon William closer.

“Don’t you miss me, too, sweetheart?”

Freddy and Michael were waiting in the opposite corner of the room with baited breath as William slowly began walking towards his delusion. Gregory had been shuffled out into the hallway during the rabbit’s initial confusion, leaving the boys to lie in wait.

Of course, it wasn’t his long-deceased wife calling out. But it was arguably the next best thing: a being made in her image, crafted with love and care—and a sprinkling of murderous intent. Without Ballora’s outer shell to hide within, this had always been the shakiest part of the plan. Yet thanks to a refurbished mind-altering disc Ennard had found within their wires, Henry had been able to fiddle with it enough to produce a solid approximation of the ballerina’s likeness. The closer you looked the more cracks appeared in the illusion, hence the lowlights. In near-darkness, it was hard to lock onto how the figure's outline fizzled and glitched on occasion.

Really, the biggest miracle was Ennard tapping into only one of their voice boxes in time to keep up the ruse.

“Yes—” William’s response was instantaneous as he shambled forward. For as much as he’d cursed her name for dying and leaving him alone with a murderous son and only the fleeting memory of their other children, he was surprisingly soft-sounding.

It felt as if it took eons to cross the floor and make it to her. Her outstretched hand waiting for his—

“Cynthia, you have no idea how—”

CLUNK

William whipped around, the lights cutting out in a jolt as an electric fizzle of static cut through the air. Behind him, the door locked and he was confined to a space barely wider than he was.

It was a damned charging pod.

William raised his arms and beat on the door to no avail. He shouted as his hands impacted glass and metal with no use.

“You tricked me! MICHAEL, YOU HORRIBLE LITTLE MONSTER, YOU TRICKED ME AGAIN!” William shouted, beating on the door to no avail. “Where is she?! Where’s Evan?! Michael?!”

He caught sight of his wife again—only she was wrong now, twisting into a horrible, writhing mass that seemed move up, crawling along the wall like a horrific insect. How could he be fooled by such stupid lies?

“MICHAEL!” William groaned, commanding him to: “LET ME OUT!”

“Gosh, he’s gotten awfully whiny with old age. Hasn’t he, Evan?” wondered a particularly posh tone. The unmistakable candor of his daughter had frozen William solid.

“Yeah… he’s kind of annoying now,” a smaller voice spoke up bluntly.

“Oh, you guys have no fucking idea how much trouble it is to take care of a senile old man,” Michael lamented with a heavy sigh, moving into place between his siblings. It was then that the half-shot overhead lights flickered on, revealing a group just barely able to squeeze in enough so they could all be seen through the charging pod’s porthole.

Front and center were the Afton kids, standing strong and solid in their androids, reborn again from Charlie’s quick soul-transfer. Charlie herself made up the fourth member of their stalwart quartet and lingering slightly behind their shoulders was the ghost of Cassidy, her excited rage palpable to all those around her. Next to her were Glamrock Freddy and Gregory, both completely unharmed and holding hands in a very non-opposing, rather affectionate way.

And then, finally, striding up to the charging pod was an older man with a face hardened by years of anguish. His eyes, though? They remained bright with unquenchable hope.

“Hello, old friend,” Henry Emily said, pressing a hand to the glass porthole as he looked proudly upon their prize.

William’s confused and lost gaze only turned to that of rage and betrayal at being tricked. They all worked together now?

That kid on the arm of the Glamrock Freddy wasn’t Evan at all—just some look-alike that successfully lured him into their trap with what little sympathy Will had left. And he’d even used up precious Remnant on the little shit… With his wife nowhere to be seen, he inferred that she too must’ve been a trap. Henry took up most of the view now, forcing William’s sight to lock on in contempt to his former friend.

“You… You tricked me—Henry, I was going to make it all right again!” William claimed, as if that was his plan the whole time: to bring back everyone he’d wronged at the expense of these strangers’ lives.

And maybe that could’ve been accomplished if given some time. Though none of the ghosts desired more bloodshed unless the blood they let was William’s, and his alone.

“Please, you need to believe me…,” he claimed, and Henry sneered at that voice. The meek sounding one; the one William would use to repeatedly get his way with anyone who just never knew better.

“It’s over! You lose again, shithead!” Cassidy interrupted, unable to hold herself together as the cacophonous giggles erupted forth. She attempt to cover her mouth and stay quiet, though the sight of William about to be slowly tortured was simply too funny for her to resist. “Now you’re going to go fishing foreeeever, Willy!”

“SHUT UP!” William shrieked at the girl, fear betraying in his smooth way of talking. “No fishing! P-please…! And don’t you dare put me in that god damn office—”

It was so odd, Gregory noted, watching the creature he feared most beg for mercy. Odd, but not unwelcome.

“I haven’t believed a word you’ve said in decades, Will,” Henry remarked, ignoring the rabbit-man’s plaintive cries. His once-soft eyes held nothing but pure hatred for the being in front of him, and he spoke in a voice unbecoming of his usual nature—low and powerful, commanding authority with every syllable.

Henry was holding back the urge to phase through the glass and strangle William with his bare hands, just like the disgusting murderer did to Charlie all those years ago. It wouldn’t be enough to destroy him, but damn would it be satisfying. Even in his ghostly form, he was sure the raw emotion backing his actions could snap a few animatronic joints.

“How could you?” Henry continued, locking onto those glowing eyes without an ounce of fear. William’s gaze shifted away uncomfortably, causing Henry to smack the side of the pod so loudly everyone in the room jumped. “LOOK AT ME, YOU FUCKING COWARD!”

The rabbit’s wide eyes snapped to his and Henry relaxed ever-so-slightly. “Yes, that’s right—you’re a coward, William. You couldn’t accept that you ever did anything wrong, so you had to fuck things up even worse.”

There was a slight pause for Henry to suck in a deep breath, steeling himself for the answer his next query was about to receive. Whatever it was, he knew he wouldn’t be satisfied—but he just wanted to see William squirm in discomfort.

In a cold voice, face twisted in a mask of accusatory hatred, he asked: “Why did you kill my daughter, Will? She trusted you—we all did. And you betrayed that trust forever in one night. I just want to know why.”

The silence grew over them as William’s head slumped. As soon as he retook eye contact, the shame and guilt had forced William’s head to hang. He would take anything over this confrontation with his only friend. Or rather, his former friend. He’d take fishing, old man consequences—hell, he’d take Mr. Fucking Hippo over this trial of his peers.

After a pain-filled eternity waiting with baited breath, they’d finally know why. William couldn’t look at either Henry or Charlie, so he chose to look past them instead.

“It was an accident. I swear it was! I came to the dinner, I drove there drunk… I blacked out on the highway, Henry…,” the disgraced Afton admitted, for the first time in a long time being genuine with the way he spoke. Henry’s disappointment and rage had gutted the truth from deep inside him. “I came to when… W-When she was on the ground. She was covered in rain water… My hands around her throat—I was jealous, I think… I wanted what you had. And I was a bad friend for taking it from you…”

Charlie had long-since covered her ears, though her wobbling lip indicated she could still hear everything. Even if there was a smidgeon of truth in that explanation, Charlie couldn’t forgive him.

What if he’d called an ambulance, instead of hopping back in the car and leaving her to suck in her last breath of rainwater? Would Charlie have survived?

She supposed it didn’t matter all that much now.

Michael moved to Charlie’s side, wrapping an arm around her waist and letting her lean on his shoulder as she vainly blocked out her killer’s words. He couldn’t be there for his dear friend on that fateful day, but he could certainly stand with her now.

“I took your trust and I squandered it, Hen; I’m sorry,” William said with finality, now looking Henry in the eye. The truth did not set William free; it burned coming out instead.

Henry was silent as he listened to William’s explanation. His heart ached for all the family he’d lost, blood-related and otherwise. He and William used to be like brothers, practically inseparable after their first meeting in college so long ago.

“…‘A bad friend,’” Henry echoed hollowly after a moment. He laughed, the sound choked with pain and hurt. “A bad friend… you MURDERED my daughter! And you couldn’t even fucking own up to it, you absolute bastard!”

The ghost was shaking now, nails scraping against the glass where they pressed in, trying so hard not to reach through and destroy William just as he’d destroyed his sweet Charlie.

“I wouldn’t have forgiven you—nothing could make up for killing an innocent child—my sweet girl. But if you’d have just let me help you before you—”

Henry cut himself off, squeezing his eyes shut and taking a shuddering breath. That opportunity was long gone; he’d offered William his shoulder to cry on when Evan died, offered an ear for his friend to scream his confused frustration into… but William chose a different path. He went on a route of self-destruction, the loss of one child clouding his mind to the other two he still had, as well as all those willing to stand by his side through it all.

Eventually Henry looked up again, glaring daggers at the Bonnie suit that represented so much heartache and torment.

“I’ll never forgive you,” he said with a soft shake of his head, then locked onto those glowing eyes with pure, unadulterated loathing. “I just have one more thing to say, and then I’m going to leave you at the mercy of those you’ve wronged far worse than me: I hate you, William Afton. I hope you rot in the deepest pit of hell for all eternity.”

And with that Henry stepped back, dipping his head in deference to whichever spirit wanted to speak to the horrible rabbit next.

Charlie began to sob unabashed into the crook of Michael’s shoulder. Hearing that all of this might’ve been prevented if William just opened up?

It burned her inside.

Her whole life was taken from her in less than three minutes because William self-destructed, unwilling to let anyone in after the death of his youngest child. She tried to remind herself that she was fine now, that the battle long-fought was now closing to its end.

But she wasn’t okay.

Charlie was dead, and that would never change. She could play dress up in a robotic skin and pretend to be happy, but it wasn’t the same without a pulse. For the dozenth time this weekend, Charlie was glad that Michael was there to hold her up. Without him, she might’ve fallen to the floor in a pool of her own tears long ago.

As Henry backed away from the glass William began to pound on the door, desperate for them to release the locks.

“HENRY!” he gasped out, moving into an unbridled panic. “DON’T! Don’t leave me with them! Please—I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Charlie! I’m sorry, Michael! I-I’m sorry—”

To cease his meaningless rambles Cassidy popped up in front of the window, face bloody and distorted on her command into something nightmarish. She’d often manipulate her appearance to frighten the old man back to place, as it was one of the only joys she had left in this world. William jolted backwards, his head and back hitting the pod wall as he screamed in terror.

Freddy had picked Gregory up by this point, holding him close as they listened to William’s anguished shouting. He wasn’t trying to hide Gregory—after everything he’d been through, the boy deserved to stay with the rest of the spirits as long as he could stand—but Freddy reasoned they could both use the mutual comfort.

As Cassidy tormented William Henry fell back into line next to Charlie, rubbing soothing circles on her back as she cried into Michael’s shoulder. He and Mike gave each other a grim, understanding nod, and at that moment the youngest Afton moved forward. Clutching Lizzie’s hand, Evan pulled his sister to the charging pod with determined steps.

“Cas, can you let us have a turn?” Evan asked in a surprisingly confident tone. For a moment Cassidy would disregard her former suit-mate’s request, but upon seeing his and Lizzie’s expressions she backed away so they could stand directly in front of the glass.

“Dad?” Evan called, standing on tiptoe to see William as he cringed away from the souls of his dead children. Evan tried to be strong, he really did… but all it took was one deep, shuddering breath to break open the dam of fresh tears he’d been holding in for almost forty years. Hot lines tracked down his cheeks, the sensation both foreign and all too familiar to the boy whose defense mechanism had been sobbing loud enough for his father to come save him.

It was combination of things that led to Evan’s demise that day in ‘83. There was Michael, of course—the initiating factor, there was no denying that even if Evan had forgiven him. William had been distracted during the incident, working with those delicate spring lock suits and trying to ensure that no one got hurt when finagling themselves into the fuzzy death trap.

But even if by some miracle he could’ve heard Evan’s cries from the back room, they weren’t loud enough—in fact, Evan had been so scared the moment he was lifted up and shoved towards Golden Freddy’s gaping maw that his vocal cords had fizzled out into nothing more than a silent scream.

Really, it wasn’t William’s fault he hadn’t got to Evan in time to prevent the bite. However, everything the man had done afterwards in the name of resurrecting his family was his responsibility and his alone.

“D-Dad, how… how c-could you hurt s-so m-many people?!” Evan sobbed, clutching Lizzie’s hand while his other squeezed into a tiny fist, free-flowing tears dripping onto his shirt to stain dark splotches in the fabric. “I-I trusted you… we l-loved you…”

The sound of William's heart breaking was nearly audible. He floundered for a reason—

Reasons? Or excuses? he thought bitterly to himself, realizing the weight of Evan's words.

Loved. Past tense.

Evan shared the same opinion as his brother now. No longer was Will his little boy's hero, but another monster that hid under his bed or lurked in the shadows.

“No—” William began, his voice coming out in a choking sound. “—No... Son, please don't say that...” His hand faltered slightly as it touched the glass, begging for a connection with the son he lost so long ago. “I did it for all of you... I just wanted you back so badly, Evan. I-I lost sight of what mattered...”

He realized it all too late. After the countless times he returned, rage inside his heart feeding his awful bloodlust… There was no turning back from it all; no need to deny it.

“Please, Evan? Y-You can't say you don't love me anymore...!” he fretted. William may not have had a proper throat, but it felt like he’d swallowed barbed wire. His actions meant nothing, as his children hated him now for what he had done.

Evan’s bottom lip quivered violently as he tried to hold in his crying while William spoke. He knew the man he called “Dad” out of habit wasn’t going to apologize—he couldn’t, not now—but Evan was still willing to hear him out. As expected, William was full of nothing but pleading excuses, and while the anguish in his voice twisted like a knife in Evan’s heart… he still couldn’t forgive him.

He opened his mouth to reply, but all that came out was a choked-off sob. Evan quickly shook his head, turning to bury his face in the comfort of his big sister that he’d been missing for so long. He cried openly into her shirt, clinging to the back of it with such force it was a wonder he didn’t rip holes into the fabric.

Michael couldn’t stand to hear his brother cry. He’d hated the sound as a kid too, though for entirely different reasons. Back then, it’d just been an annoying, almost constant noise—at least in Michael’s mind. It took him far too long to realize that Evan would cry far less if his big brother hadn’t turned so cruel over the years. Of course, Evan’s final birthday party quickly saw the end of Michael’s mean streak, and not a moment too soon—the worst thing would be for Michael to have turned out anything remotely similar to how his father was now, blindly indifferent towards others in order to achieve his own selfish goals.

Listening to Evan’s body-shaking sobs in this dim workshop spurred Michael into action. He carefully detached himself from Charlie, letting Henry hold onto his daughter as she recovered from her own emotional reaction. Within seconds he was at his siblings’ side, and at the gentle touch to his shoulder Evan looked up at him. He released his grip on Lizzie to cling to Michael’s waist instead, burying his face into the presence of the strong, safe big brother he used to have, finally returned after so many years of darkness.

“Liz, if you’ve got anything to say I’d suggest you say it now, because if we keep him around much longer I might very well do something that may go against our plan,” Michael murmured in a voice tense with poorly-controlled anger. He was keeping it together for his family, but if he had his way William would be slowly ripped apart limb by limb, and Michael would make sure he felt every second of it.

What could Elizabeth even say? She didn't want an apology from her father. It wouldn't do any good to her now. He had a chance to make things right when she found him years ago, and all he did was use her to further his plan—sending Mike in as a decoy and making them both suffer pain unimaginable both so close and so far apart.

She wanted to put that behind her. The fire that killed both Michael and Henry; those horrible years in the dank warehouse of Circus Baby's Pizza World; that one and only day the clown had been on stage... Elizabeth wanted nothing more than to forget as much as she could. Should she be unable to move on after all of this, Liz would want her memory to be wiped. All she wanted to remember were the Emilys and her brothers. Good and bad times, at least they wouldn't concern the man that asked her for ideas on a fun new character—only to have that same character churn her to bits inside its body.

Staring William in the eyes with the utmost calm, like she’d practiced for this very moment in her head, she murmured coldly: “I don't have anything to say to him. Come on, Evan.”

William watched as Elizabeth turned from him. It was like every good memory he had with his children played in his mind in rapid succession, only to be burned to ashes by Liz's indifferent words. She was the very last person he expected to snub him. And now, there was no one...

Gregory took in a deep breath. Now seemed as good a time as any... Letting go of Freddy's hand he approached the glass, staring up at the shaking rabbit inside with piercing silver eyes that seemed to mock William’s very existence.

“You awful, nasty... cruel man,” Gregory growled with furrowed brows. “You ruined my friends’ lives, and fucked over mine. I'm really gonna enjoy this.”

With that he walked towards a set of thick cables leading to a powered-down arcade box. He plugged them into the terminal, then typed in Henry’s special code to begin a direct download from the charging pod. In tandem, from a flush cavity in the pod emerged a two-pronged device which quickly snapped into place using the access points in the back of Bonnie’s skull before the rabbit-man had a chance to react.

“Do what?! Liz! Evan! What's the kid doing?!” William gasped, sounding as if he were hyperventilating. “Do you REALLY think that'll keep me trapped forever, you stupid boy? MICHAEL, MAKE HIM STOP!”

“Don't talk to him!” Michael snapped, stepping up to the porthole so William was forced to stare into his icy eyes. He let out a laugh, short and humorless as he looked upon the frail man who'd been so confident just hours before. “All that reincarnation made you stupid—do you honestly think I'd so much as lift a finger to help you? I've told you before, and I'll say it again: I fucking hate you. You've put me through so much hell I can't even begin to describe the depths of it.”

He paused, closing his eyes for a moment as he took a calming breath. Then he gazed upon William again, looking down his nose at the trembling creature in the charging pod who was losing just a little bit of himself every second.

“You know, I used to hate that I'd inherited your face,” Michael continued, touching his cheek as he recalled those long hours in front of the mirror regretting his very existence. “I cursed you and your damn genetics, and every time someone told me how much I resembled 'my dear father' I wanted to run into the nearest bathroom and just rip my fucking skin off.”

Michael's nails pressed into the false flesh, hard enough to leave faint indents. He shook his head, lips curled into a grinning sneer.

“But now... I'm glad I still look like you. I'm glad because now I can finally use this horrible face to do some good in the end. Even if I was too late for all the kids you selfishly took away, I can take you down in their stead—me and the one kid you just couldn't quite catch.”

He spared a side-long glance at Gregory, then pressed his palm up to the glass just as Henry had done. “And then, once you're wiped from existence, I'm going to be the nicest fucking person in this damn town and prove everything you could've been if you just got out of your own head and took a second to pay attention to your own fucking children.”

Mike needed to get it all out, Gregory thought, watching with intent as he slowed his furious typing.

William, who before had been frozen speechless... started to laugh. It was by no means confident. Nervous, certainly, and devoid of humor as he began to rant.

“You'll never be happy. I'll keep coming back as many times as I need to—”

Gregory wasn't going to sit idly and let William sow doubt in their minds. His fingers restarted their quick pace, the commands he entered poised and practiced, not missing a beat before smacking the enter key. A sudden flash of yellow sparked as the charging pod was redirected, taking energy from its subject and subsequently shutting William down with a loud spark. His download was quick, flying through ethernet cables and into the boxed arcade machine.

“Shut up, already. Old freak...,” Gregory griped, sounding bored as William's personality had finally drained into the little, half-burned game called Midnight Motorist.

What a weird choice, he thought. Though he supposed they’d only grabbed what was available. Gregory turned to look at the group of dead people, feeling their collective anxiety and animosity center solely on the game now.

Without prompting, Charlie stepped forward. She knew what she had to do, and made a beeline for the powered-down pod first. A pale hand was pressed to its stark red outer casing and Charlie closed her eyes, feeling with that special power lain deep in her being for any lingering piece of William’s soul. As expected, thankfully, she came up empty.

She hadn’t been able to sense his soul at all this weekend, in fact—at least, not in the traditional sense. Not like her father’s or the Aftons’; Cassidy’s or Hannah’s. William’s decrepit self was buried deep underneath something sharp and twisting. If Charlie had to describe it, she’d liken it to what she imagined reaching into the internet and grabbing a handful of code would feel like.

Cold. Digital. Like the man had been reduced to something that was more suited to the virtual world instead of reality.

The charging pod was empty of life. Charlie moved to the standing console, peering down at the dusty game. Now here she could sense… something. A tiny spark of blue fire that didn’t quite fit with the rest of the unassuming box. Breath shuddering, Charlie placed a palm flat against this and closed her eyes once more. She imagined a net encompassing the system, trapping anything and everything inside. She swore she heard the faintest, tinniest scream.

It made her smile.

“Alright, guys—we got him,” she announced, stepping back to join the others. There was a moment of silence as the weight of that statement fell upon the room.

“…Well?” Gregory asked, gesturing to the console now that there was no serial murderer to intimidate. “Anyone wanna take the first shot at busting this thing?”

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Grocery List Goals - Ch 13 Is Up

(It's only been two years)

Ao3

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"Morning, Vanny."

Klaus stands before her, wearing long sleeves despite the August heat already seeping into Vanya's apartment. Ah, an itchy day.

Yawning, Vanya opens the door and lets Klaus in. "Do you need to me hide my meds?"

"No," Ben says, appearing. "I'll watch him. He's just used to ignoring me. I'll let you know if he needs a distraction. Go back to bed, Vanya. You look tired."

Vanya holds out a hand to Klaus. "Wanna nap with me?"

He looks uncertain, and Vanya realizes sleeping wouldn't be a good distraction for the urge for a hit. "You can braid my hair while I sleep."

"Paint your nails too?"

She shrugs. She's not a fan of painted nails, but if it'll keep Klaus distracted until cravings pass he can paint eyeliner on her too.

Vanya shuffled into the bathroom, searching for her elusive bottle of nail polish. It's hard to find – her collection of pill bottles keeps growing. Grace continues to send them biweekly, but Vanya's current dosage is nowhere near as large as it used to be. They're not sure how to get rid of the pills though, or if they should. Some of the compounds in there are experimental – no telling the environmental impact or what strangers might learn from them.

Actually, she should have gotten a new bottle on Friday, but the mailbox had been empty. It'll probably be in with today's mail, and Vanya had no idea where to put it. Maybe a shoebox under her bed.

[matrim-cauthons-hat]

i think ch 59 should be renamed from Solo Battle to Vannie Gets Sicknasty

[phanthereal]

@dextraedei

[rinzay]

Bot boy Idea 5: Vanessa sees ghosts

I didn't think I'd be doing more of these, but here we are.

An idea that I've seen exceedingly few fics try and cover is Vanessa encountering the ghosts of the people whom she (as Vanny) murdered after the 3-star ending.

I am unsure as to how one would make this situation happen. Maybe it could be a dream. Maybe Vanessa would see them at their graves during her weekly trip to them and feel unending guilt. Or possibly some other situation that includes Gregory.

I really like it because there are a lot of things you could potentially cover, including:

How would the ghosts react to seeing the freed Vanessa? Would the children be enraged? If so, what would they do?

Or would they be able to see that the person in front of them is not really the same as the one who murdered them, not mentally, at least? Maybe (relating back to idea 2) the children who were taught by her would be able to convince the other children of this.

How about the therapists? They would likely be more willing to listen, being adults trained in understanding psychological conditions.

One could discuss how Vanessa has been dealing with having 2 sets of childhood memories, a fake abusive one (put there by Glitchtrap for reasons of being a dick) and her true, standard, evidently normal one.

And, of course, we can't forget Vanessa. What would she do? It is most likely that she would curl up into a ball and await the punishment that she thinks she deserves (she doesn’t). After all, it is HER fault, right? (No, it’s Vanny's.)

If you include Gregory in this encounter, he, being the "no fear" gremlin that he is, would probably try and start to defend his… uh… paternal guardian of unspecified rank in some way, either by trying to explain that Vanny is no more, or try and actually fight the ghosts.

As you can see, there are many ways that I think someone can make a mini story out of this concept.

OOO I wonder if that were the case then would it be before or after possession? Would Vanny see the ghosts aswell? Can Vanessa interact with the ghosts or can they interact with her? So   m u ch    p o ssi b il i ti es

[corelex]

We Don't Talk About Vanny

POV: You asked Gregory and the gang about Vanny.

Adult!Gregory:

We don't talk about Vanny, no, no, no

We don't talk about Vanny, but

It was a normal day

Glam!Freddy: It was a normal day

They were getting ready

And there weren't intruders in the mall

Glam!Freddy: No intruders in the mall!

Vanny walks in with a mischievous grin

Glam!Freddy: Thunder!

You telling this story or am I?

Glam!Freddy: I'm sorry, superstar, go on

Vanny says, "It will be fun"

Glam!Freddy: Why did she tell us?

In doing so, she made us run

Glam!Freddy: Gregory, get the passes

Hunted in a massive mall

Glam!Freddy: What a crazy night and overall,

Adult!Gregory and Glam!Freddy: We don't talk about Vanny, no, no, no

We don't talk about Vanny

DJ Music Man:

Hey, grew to live in fear of Vanny stuttering or stumbling

I can always hear her sort of muttering and mumbling

I associate her with the sound of falling sand, ch ch ch

It's a heavy task with a mask so humbling

Always left Freddy and the Glamrocks fumbling

Grappling with whisperings they couldn't understand

Do you understand?

Sunrise:

A seven-foot frame, rabbits on her back

When she calls your name it all fades to black

Yeah, she sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)

We don't talk about Vanny, no, no, no

We don't talk about Vanny

Glam!Chica: She told us the kids here are, the next day, dead (no, no)

Monty: She told us she’d control us and just like she said (no, no)

Roxanne: She said that her master does the same; now, I’m filled with dread (no, no)

Glam!Chica, Monty, Roxanne: Your fate is sealed when you saw her eyes glow red

Moondrop:

She told me that the life of their dreams

Would be promised, and someday be true

She told me that his power would grow

And his reign will thrive and endure

Glam!Freddy: Hey guys, our guests are on their way

DJ Music Man:

She told me that the man claiming king

Would be just out of reach

Confined underground

It's like I hear him, now

Adult!Gregory: Hey Mx...forget what we all said, don’t you?

Y/N:

Um, Vanny

Yeah, about that Vanny

I really need to know about Vanny

Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Vanny

Sunrise: Hey, everyone, our guests are here!

All: Time for a concert!

A seven-foot frame, rabbits on her back

When she calls your name it all fades to black

Yeah, she sees your dreams and feasts on your screams

You telling this story or am I?

Hey guys, our guests are on their way

Vanny says, "It will be fun"

In doing so, she made us run

Hunted in a massive mall, they’re here

All: Don't talk about Vanny, no

Y/N: Why did I talk about Vanny?

All: Not a word about Vanny

Y/N: I never shoulda brought up Vanny

[saltynsassy31]

Bot boy is back yall! My brain came up with another..idea? More of a ficlet/idea expansion combo

Idea 10/scenario: Expansion of a thought, Vanessa encounters a child 

I wanted to expand on a thought I brought up in idea 6. An encounter that Vanessa has during her last 2 weeks as a security guard. This is kinda a mashup of previous ideas as well.

Here's the set up:

It's been around a day or 2 since the 3 star ending.

Gregory now "lives" with Vanessa because she refuses to let him live in a box, he expresses fear at being sent to an orphanage and the pizzaplex is too much of a safety hazard for him to live there. She brings him to work with her and lets him just run around doing kid stuff. She also talks to her boss before he leaves and puts in her 2 week notice. Meanwhile Freddy is down in maintenance getting rebuilt after being destroyed by the staff bots, as well as all the other bots.

So Vanessa would just be walking around trying to do a job she has no idea how to do, unable to use any of the various security devices. This is on account of the fact that Vanny left her with no memories of how to do "her" job and use most of the equipment (as talked about in idea 1)

So she's just wandering around and eventually winds up in the main atrium. Then she sees some movement in the distance. At first she thinks it's a staffbot just on patrol. Wait no, it's a person, she can tell by the way they are moving. Vanessa would be a bit concerned because she has no clue on how to deal with an intruder because "she" was never trained for this. Vanessa chances getting a bit closer to see if this person looks dangerous or is just lost. It is then she realizes that this isn't just a person, actually it's a…

child.

Everything goes still, suddenly Vanessa is no longer there. She's back in that…thing, that costume (no she left it back at her apartment, right?) Back in that state of being an observer in her own body, forced to watch as she…no, as VANNY lures a different child with false promises of wonder and joy, leading them down into a hidden room, locking the door, pulling out her knife, watching their joy filled expression turn to one of pure fear and… well, you know what happens next.

After the memory ends Vanessa would then find herself back, still watching the child, who hasn't noticed her yet. She would panic, terrified of the child getting closer to her or staying within eyesight for any longer. This is for multiple reasons, every child (except Gregory) that has come near her in the last 6 months has died at her (Vannys) hand, a trend she does not want to continue. 

She also doesn't know if Vanny can, just, come back. She doesn't know if there is some sort of trigger, such as being near children, and she doesn't want to find out now.

So she runs away as fast as she can into the nearest security room, locks the doors, gets into a corner and curls into a ball as the memories of all of her (VANNYS) victims' slow deaths come back in full force. In the midst of her panic attack she realizes that she is going to have to figure out a way to get this kid out of the pizzaplex before they get hurt. 

So she manages to calm herself down enough to contact Gregory on her fazwatch and asks him to take care of it. Gregory can tell that Vanessa is having a bad time by the fear in her voice. He knows it well, hearing it a lot in that…orphanage…

So he goes to her location using the fazwatch trackers, and opens the door using the security pass that Vanessa managed to get him. There he finds her taking in shuddering breaths in a corner of the room.

Gregory is unsure of what to do, he is still a bit wary around Vanessa for obvious reasons and doesn't want to get too close. However, he can see that she isn't faking her panic attack, and decides to settle on awkwardly patting Vanessa on her back until she eventually calms down. (Again, she is ok around Gregory because she knows he can defend himself. I mean the menace threw a go-kart at a robot)

After calming down, Gregory would suggest to Vanessa that they should go and get the child to safety together. Vanessa would object strongly to this, saying that she, "Doesn't want to have another child's death on her conscious ". But ya boi Greglin would look her in the eye and tell her with total conviction that he will "make sure that nothing bad happens". Vanessa would close her eyes, take a deep breath in, and agree.

They would walk together, Vanessa would be holding Gregory's hand for support (technically Gregory would be holding her hand, just in case something happens and he needs to make a quick getaway). Upon getting to the child, things get a lot better. They would contact the kid's parents with a phone number that the kid remembers.

Turns out the kid was accidentally left behind by a REALLY forgetful uncle or something idk. The parents would make a late night trip out, and retrieve their kid. They would thank Vanessa and Gregory (his presence is explained by some excuse about a "junior guard program") and give their sincere gratitude.

After they leave, Vanessa would then just kinda stand there in a combination of disbelief and pure joy that she was near a child, and nothing bad happened! The 2 of them have just taken a single step. For Vanessa it's getting over the time she spent under Vanny and GlitchTrap. For Gregory it's getting more comfortable around Vanessa.

Admittedly this one is kinda rougher than my other ideas, mostly because I tried to make some sort of story which I suck at :P. I hope y'all like it regardless!

Ah cut yourself some slack! This was really entertaining to read! Despite what you say I think you write pretty well XD

But this is a really interesting idea to work with haha, I don't usually work with Vanessa a lot cuz my focus is Gregory and how he is going to heal with his trauma cuz like- he's what? 11? As smart as he is he'd have some major trauma as well XD

But I think this is an interesting idea to work with.

[honey-hybrid]

Finally got the ability to read back and I’m using it to finish The Silver Eyes

Just gonna hobble together some headcanons real quick that you’re gonna have to pry from my cold dead hands unless the rest of the books prove me otherwise (because I 100% intend to binge-read whatever books I have until I run out of energy)

I’ll probably add to this once I start on the Fazbear Frights 👌

small spoilers for The Fourth Closet, tw for uncensored child unalive related words

— Ella is a repurposed Charlie. From what I know (without having read The Fourth Closet) Charlie’s “closets” housed each robot intended to be a life stage for her and I think it just makes sense. [ edit: I WAS RIGHT. ] Anyways along with this I like to imagine Ella wears one of those gingham black and red Christmas dresses, see below;

— Elizabeth uses the name “Elenor” in the [Fazbear Fright] books because she doesn’t remember her name. I think it’s widely accepted that Michael (or whoever is talking through the Survival Logbook) doesn’t remember his name, and I think it’d make sense for Elizabeth too. After possessing Circus Baby for so long and not having anyone to call her Elizabeth? (especially after TFC, moving from what I’m assuming is one “body” to another? Depending on how she got back into service after that ending) I’d probably forget my name too. Charlie knows she’s Charlie (or meant to be) because people were actively calling her Charlie. I don’t think Elizabeth had that.

— Idk if I’d call it a headcanon but I like to think that the Funtimes (including Baby and Ballora) are made of a leathery material, rather than just plastic or metal. Maybe leather over top? But I think this bc a) I think in one of the trailers or teaser images, Baby’s nose (and maybe her cheeks) is textured oddly and b) because I highkey think the “twisted” animatronics are the funtime animatronics, and they’re described as having an exterior “..like something between plastic and human skin: a strange, malleable substance that was a little too soft, a little too slick.” [TTO, Ch. 13 pg. 254] Could be silicone, or that stuff on those sticky stress balls, but I like the leathery idea (extra: not sure how to explain twisted Bonnie, but 🤷‍♀️ it’s a headcanon, I’m allowed to take liberties /hj) Subtheory; they could be the Nightmare animatronics, where it would explain twisted Bonnie & why they’re in a house.

— (just after starting TFC, more of a theory than a headcanon) The Luis in the final novel is the Luis from AR and nobody can change my mind [ edit: IT WOULD MAKE SENSE TOO. Because in The Fourth Closet, Luis is a construction worker with John, AR takes place just before or after VR (I’m assuming) and what can be seen through that secret hidey hole in VR? The Security Breach Mall (also just a theory? BUT IT MAKES SENSE.) We know that Luis has some sort of fascination with Vanny/Ness based on the AR emails, imagine him being a construction worker and working on this mall, and maybe that’s how Vanny/Ness gets involved with it too? 👀 ]

— William took Susie’s hair bow from her corpse and gave it to Elizabeth. Like?? I think they’re the only two characters with hair bows like the ones the have, and I can imagine he’d just be looking at this child he just killed and being like “Elizabeth would really like that ribbon” and just. Taking it. And “regifting” it.

[snzysimper]

HAPPY EASTER!!!

Have some bunny headcannons:

Gl/it/ch/Tr/ap is a photic sneezer. The sneeze itself cuts in and out and can be in a wide range of different pitches. Sensitive to feathers.

Sp/ri/ng/Tr/ap is allergic to pollen and dust. He is also allergic to smoke like from the Fazbear Frights Fire. Also sensitive to feathers, like Gl/it/ch

(Im talkin bout VR: Help Wanted Vanny, cos thats who I use in my fics and such. You know, the one with rainbow hair and shit. Mask Vanny, not suit Vanny. No one gives them any love these days.)

Va/nn/y doesn't sneeze. She....squeaks. Some small noises. Something along the lines of "hh'chii!!" or "ha'shIIS!!"