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fandomwritingbit · 1 year ago

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I feel like if William found out that one of the cute, kind, unassuming girls that works for him was also serial killer he would definitely get horny about it. And of course when he implies to her she knows she's like "Take's one to one, Mr. Afton~" They would both just sooo messed up and fuck about it I think

Hello! Sorry this took so long, I wasn't planning to publish this 'til next month but a sudden urge to finish it struck me and here it is!

Serial killer William Afton x (afab)serial killer reader

warnings: murder, somewhat glorified, reader and William are both fucked up

It’s been 6 months since you started at the diner and by now you were more than well acquainted with your role. It came relatively naturally to you this whole customer service thing, your brightly coloured scrunchies bobbing as you kept patrons happy and balanced everything that needed doing by the end of your shift. To cut it short, you were absolutely thriving. Your bosses liked you, so much so that you’ve had your first raise already, it was all going just swimmingly. It’s just the perfect job, no one would ever think anything bad of you here, you’re just too damn cute, too damn charming. It’s really an excellent cover.

The diner gave you more than just cover though. You've learnt some very helpful skills over these months, like what the best chemicals for cleaning are, how to remove even the most stubborn of stains and how to dispose of the things that just couldn’t be cleaned.

At the back of the restaurant for example. Like most eateries has huge skips, always full of the week’s waste and secluded enough to offer a window of opportunity. It was very easy to get in as you had a key, that and the knowledge that your cheap-arsed employers didn’t install cctv there, and so of course you put the window of opportunity to use. Several nights of fun easily hidden from prying eyes in black bin-liners and blending in with the rest. How could it be that easy?

But, what you hadn’t considered was that perhaps you weren’t the only one using such a perfect place.

He stumbled through the door like a drunkard, the high of his activity so delicious, it made his fingers tingle and a cold electric colour tint his vision. He props the doors open with a brick, reaching into the diner to grab what he needed to get rid of, his shoes slipping in the red slick dripping from his form. God, it’s all over him, staining his shirt and leaving footprints on the floor, a nightmare to clean up, but he wasn’t worried. He had all night to sort it out, not like any of his lay-about employees would be in a hurry to chuck any rubbish out anytime soon.

He grabs the bag, moving it over to the bins and opening the one furthest from the door. Taking a bag off the top, he undoes the half-arsed knot and sets about getting rid of his evidence, a baseball cap, one of his branded teddies and a blunt statuette; each smeared in the blood on his hands. He packs them into the bag and again ties it up. But he’s too careful to leave it at that, and removes the bags closer to the bottom, intending to shove the incriminating one down where no one would find it. And it’s there at the very bottom of the skip that he sees it. It’s such a sobering sight that he freezes for a moment, confusion flooding his features.

A kitchen blade, a large one stained with crusted blood, he was sure of it. That browning red was so familiar, Hell it was all over him now, the smell very apparent. But that wasn’t his. The bins were emptied only two days before and whilst he is an efficient man, he wasn’t that good. He reaches down to touch it, but stops inches away. Right next to the knife was something else. As he plucks it from the rubbish, it all clicks into place.

At the end of a busy shift, you walk down the staff hallway more than relieved, absentmindedly taking off your apron a few paces before your locker. There was nothing special about to day, but it was fucking rushed, hardly a moment to breathe and right now nothing sounds better than going home and spending you day off in bed. When you’re done shoving your apron inside the locker and slinging your bag over your shoulder, your body instinctively tenses at an awareness of a presence behind you. So you shut and lock the door as quickly as you can, before facing your boss.

“Oh hi, Mr Afton. Just about to clock off.” You smile brightly, so sweetly that he almost doubts himself, almost reconsiders what he’s about to ask you. Almost.

“Don’t yet. Come into my office, I want to talk to you.” There was an amused tone to his voice, like there was a hidden joke you weren’t aware of and did not understand. But that was nearly always the case with Mr Afton, everyone said so, said that they dreaded when he was on shift because they couldn’t tell if he liked them or was a hair away from sacking them. And right now, you feel the same. But surely he liked you? How could he not?

“Yeah, okay.” You try to keep your voice obliging and happy, following the nod of his head for you to walk past him, down the hall and into his office. You’ve been in here before, using his stapler on some leaflets or asking for extra change in the till. It’s always a cold room, hardly decorated and a little imposing, very much in line with the man himself.

There’s a heaviness in the air that you don’t want to break, so you wait for Mr Afton to ask you to sit, watching him from your seat as he leans against his desk. He’s enjoying this too much, the slightly startled expression on your pretty face, like you have no idea what this is about, like you’re thinking about anything you could have possibly done wrong. He almost believed you.

He half smiles before breaking the silence with small talk. “Been busy today?” He wants this to be slow, but the temptation to just out you prickles at him.

You blink, a little surprised at his casualness, it was out of character but not exactly unwelcome. “Yeah, pretty crazy. We managed alright though.” You hope he’s asking for the sake of asking, not expecting you to recall anything too specific because the shift was a complete blur.

He hums, a handsome smirk spreading across his face, “Well I’m glad. Chris was supposed to be in today, he called in sick last minute. Which I’m sure had nothing to do with today’s footy match.” You giggle, yeah, Chris wasn’t the brightest for that one. His grin fades as he looks thoughtful for a second. “Some people are so good at lying, it’s insane. Don’t you think?��

Your eyes go wide in suspicion. “Yeah, I suppose so… We all do it sometimes.” You keep smiling in an effort to keep this conversation light.

“Not you though. You’re too honest, there’s hardly a sick day to be found on your record.” You nod, thinking that maybe this was a compliment, or commendation, maybe he was going to reward you for such good work? His posture then changes as he again grins. “If you were going to lie it must be about something very… serious.” He watches the way you subconsciously shake your head and it tickles him, you really have no clue where this is going to go and it’s just delightful.

Unable to reach his conclusion you just out right ask. “Uh… what’s this about, Mr Afton? Have I done something wrong?”

“Undoubtedly.” He continues teasing. ‘Something wrong’ doesn’t even begin to cover it, though it would be hypocritical for him to say so. The glee he’s getting from dragging this out is immense, but he’s just dying to see that cute little face of yours drop when he reveals your disgusting hobby. He sighs, “I found something the other night, you know. Something very interesting.”

Your eyes narrow as you look at him in disbelief, maybe a small part of you knows just from the malice in his eyes that he has you because a sudden dread seizes hold of you. “Sorry- I don’t follow…” You’re confused, he couldn’t know what you’d done, he just couldn’t but if he did…

“You’ll get there, sweetheart.” He speaks mockingly before slowly standing and walking to the other side of his desk and opening the top drawer, humming a tune as he does so. You watch him fingers tapping against each other in anxiety, you can’t help but notice the heavy looking paperweight on his desk, it’s a cube carved out of some polished stone, the corners sharp.

“This.” His words force your gaze from the object to him, and the small piece of fabric pinched between his finger and thumb. Just continuing to stare at it, it doesn’t trigger anything, until he tosses it down onto the desk right in front of you.

It’s a scrunchie. A light pink scrunchie, patterned with crusted blood. And then it hits you like a freight train. You can see yourself wearing it, two low ponytails resting on your shoulders that night. People told you how cute they looked on you. How didn’t you notice it was missing… Well, your mind was on other things that night.

You move your eyes to him, goosebumps all over your skin as you mind races. And at seeing your strained expression he laughs, unexpectedly and meanly. “God, your pupils- that is really something.” You look crazed, frantic, maybe even terrified, it was like nothing he’d ever seen yet still achingly familiar, it's frightening in the most delicious way, making his trousers cling to his growing erection.

“I…” You start but instantly falter, gaze flicking between your boss and this paperweight. The darkest part of you is frightened into planning by this discovery. It’s far from you but you could reach it if you tried, just across the table, you just need to wait until he’s distracted but right now his attention is solely focused on you. You just need to wait-

“You’d never be quick enough.” He cuts through your train of thought like he could read your fucking mind. “I’m not completely stupid, though perhaps scaring you into a corner isn’t the best idea.” His tone is full of ridicule.

“What do you want?” You say hoarsely, too much emotion in your mind for you to think clearly. If he knew what you did -what you are- why are you here? Surely he’d have called the police and by now you’d be in an interview room surrounded by coppers. Surely, they’d have already found your pattern and linked as much to you as they could. But no. You’re here, in his office.

“I’m not here to bargain with you, love.” He chuckles, “I’ve seen where you live, there’s very little you could offer me.” Though he can certainly think of something very sweet you could offer him.

“-You’ve been to my house?” You say slowly, his mocking passing you by somewhat. This was too much to learn at once.

“I had to do some research. You know, a knife in a bin is one thing. A fella in a river put a name to the weapon. But then,” His eyes are wide with animation as he talks, “I remembered another man in the same river, a few weeks ago, stabbed to all hell. Then I found another… I must say, you’ve done well not to be caught.”

“A-re you gonna call the police?” Your voice cracks on the first syllable, making the rest of your question quiet.

He pauses in thought, the silence tortuous. “...No. I can’t have them poking around. I don’t want any other unsavoury acts coming to light.”

At those words you suddenly dawn to a realisation, that look in his eye, that devious glee that at first you thought was just teasing. Was something else. Something very dark. It makes you exhale, an odd and sinister calm settling over you, enough for you to relax your posture in this chair and glace around the room. You know what you’re looking for and find it easily, a missing persons poster pinned to a pinboard just on his left.

“That kid…” You speak lowly, utterly enthralling him. And he follows your eye-line to said poster, his eyebrows raising slightly. “He’s dead?” The question is pretty sure on your lips, a cruel confidence to them that showed the spark to you he’d been looking for.

“Probably.” It’s noncommittal, but amused and you can just see the disturbed actions in his eyes. It’s crazy, like a monster in human skin.

“You killed him, didn’t you?” The words are so weighted, they tear aggressively from your throat, an unintentional emphasis that cuts through the room like a razor. And the harshness of his grin is more than confirmation. “You’re a fucking murderer.” You laugh incredulously, disbelief melting away by the second.

“Takes one to know one.”

#fnaf #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf william afton #william afton x you #fnaf smut #five nights at freddy's

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bluecollarmcandtf · 2 years ago

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Hypnotized Help: Henry

"You sent for me, Master?" the actor's deeply masculine voice asks, rolling a cart of cleaning supplies into the sitting room.

"I just spilled my drink," I answer tersely, "Clean it up."

"Of course, master," the man quickly replies, swiftly grabbing the mop and bending over to wring out the dusty water.

"Wait?" my friend gasps beside me, "Superman is your janitor?"

"Yeah," I chuckle, "At least, the stud who plays him is."

My buddy is easily impressed. He doesn't realize that celebrities are people too, and they are just as easy to manipulate as anybody. That still doesn't stop him from being absolutely starstruck. This guy was my night janitor and he was still practically drooling over him.

"I ran into Mr. Cavill on his way to an interview," I explain, "You went under easily, didn't you, Henry?"

The guy pauses, casting a nervous glance.

"Oh, yes," he affirms, "You had me under in less than a minute, master."

"That's right," I add, "And you remember what you learned, right?"

"Oh yes, master," he reports, grabbing a towel to soak up the puddle of mop water, "I don't want to be idolized by fans all the time. I want a man like you to give me some humility."

"You feeling humbled yet?"

"Definitely," the actor sighs in exasperation, "Master, I've never done such menial work, and I've definitely never worked night shifts."

"Wait, so what all does he make you do?" my friend asks with a look of pity.

"Well, sir, I report here by nine to get started," Henry casts a nervous glance at me, "The master of the house insists on timeliness, so I've made a few excuses to get out of my old commitments. I, of course, arrive dressed and ready to go before coming in through the maintenance entrance. Once I'm here, I get right to work on the nightly cleaning routine."

The janitor finishes sopping up the remaining puddle from the floor. My friend and I can't help but stare while he works on his hands and knees. I doubt Henry realizes how on display his muscle butt is in that cheap jumpsuit. His body is even easier to study since the fabric sticks to his sweaty skin.

Unfortunately, he quickly rises from the floor.

"Is there any other way I can be of service, master?" he asks, waiting by his supplies cart.

"Wait, so you clean this place every night?" my friend jumps in, "That's a lot of work!"

"He likes it," I retort, "and I'm not letting him scrub the floors during the day. And Henry, there is something else. Go ahead and polish my guest's shoes while you're here."

"Yes, master," he responds, immediately fetching a rag and polish before dropping back to the ground.

My buddy flinches as the actor approaches, but he ultimately allows Henry to hold his foot up with a broad hand. The old sneakers have probably never been cleaned, but my janitor is already determined to wipe off all the years of dirt and grime.

"You know, I have a Superman costume I sometimes put him in," I smile nonchalantly.

My friend's eyes open wide.

"Dude," he says slowly, "I need to see the real Superman scrubbing some toilets."

I chuckle at his sudden enthusiasm. My friend is finally starting to loosen up around all my hypnotized celebrities.

While still polishing the shoe, Henry Cavill looks up to meet my friend's longing gaze, "Would you like me to go change, sir?"

"Don't forget the cape," I answer after a long pause of awestruck silence.

"Of course," he rises to his feet, obediently stepping out, "I'll be right back, master."

Me and my guest sip our drinks by the fire, silently anticipating Henry's return. I can tell my friend's cheesiest fantasies are all coming true. Soon, Superman will march back in, and ask to be of service. I'm going to leave it up to my guest to boss the Man of Steel around...

#hypnotized help #mind control #hypno story #servant

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merridelicious · 2 years ago

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I’m moving into college in 3 weeks have you got any tips :0

yes!! quite a few actually. :) *for mutuals outside of the u.s., this advice is based on a U.S. American university experience, so some of it may not apply to you.

PLEASE SEND ASKS if you have specific questions, and I’ll either speak from my own experience or give information from other friends in university rn!!

packing:

You don’t need to bring ALL your stuff. (Really, it’s okay. Also, you have limited space.)

A quick Google search of “college packing list 2023” will yield many results. It’s up to you to decide what “essentials” are actually essential, but suffice it to say, think about the things you use on a daily basis and then think about what you don’t have at home that you’ll need in student housing.

Apartment or dorm, unless you’re really lucky—you’ll be sharing living space & appliances with other people. Yes, that includes showers. If you can get toiletries cheaper locally than in the location of your university, save yourself the time and money. Shower shoes are an absolute must, because those showers can get disgusting.

If you have a meal plan that lasts the entire year, you don’t really need to pack a bunch of food (or go grocery shopping a ton during the school year) but it can be nice to have dry goods & snacks on hand. (I keep rice, macaroni & cheese, crackers, & some type of dried fruit around, if nothing else. Whatever tastes strike your fancy, feel free to add/substitute.) If you’re cooking all your own food, you’re going to need at least a cooking pot, frying pan, spatula, dish sponges, and dish soap, as well as some resealable food storage containers and cheap cups and bowls (I got most of that at Target. They tend to have back-to-school sales and bowls & cups go for less than a dollar each.)

Laundry is going to be a pain in the ass, unless again, you luck out and have a washer and dryer in-unit. Ditto for dishes (unless your space comes with a dishwasher). Do yourself a favor & get a huge bin of Tide pods, pack of laundry sheets, & at least two paper towel rolls so you don’t have to run out every week to replenish cleaning supplies. (I personally despise having dish towels to wash, so if you don’t mind them take the paper towel advice with a grain of salt.)

My dorm was weird and had a sink in it. If you’re responsible for cleaning your own sink it will get nasty quickly. Either take turns with your roommate(s)/housemate(s), or figure out who the designated sink cleaner is.

friends/socializing:

Your first friend group in college will likely not be your last, nor will it last. This group is usually composed of people close in proximity to you aka convenience friends. You might realize three or four months in that these are not your people and you don’t like hanging out with them. This is perfectly normal and okay! You’ll find people who you do vibe with. I encourage you not to limit making friends to your specific university, although if you go to a small one like I do that can be tough.

Universities often have events with free stuff, including free food. Take advantage of these events if & when you can. They’re usually very laid back, and if you’re not in the mood to stick around, you can grab food and then dip.

Orientation events & icebreakers within your first week are to be expected. Try to remember a fun fact about yourself (which is what you usually get asked, along with your intended major, name, pronouns—sometimes, & hometown).

Your RA(s) aren’t cops, but they also aren’t your friends. They’re required to report sketchy shit that happens. My RAs had a rule that if they didn’t hear, see, or smell anything suspicious, it was like nothing happened, but try to get a feel for what yours look out for.

It is more than okay to need/want therapy. You’ve just gone through a massive change in your life and you did it mostly, if not all, by yourself. Your university counseling services (if applicable) are generally not the best place to go for therapy, though. This is especially true if you’re worried about your privacy. I don’t think I’ve heard of student discounts for therapy, but some therapists have this policy called sliding scale where you pay what you can. Find a person you can talk openly with and who is experienced with your mental health concerns/practices the right kind of therapy for you. (CBT, DBT, & EMDR are a few examples.)

dating, love, etc.

First and foremost, if this section doesn’t apply to you because you don’t participate or aren’t ready to in college, please feel free to skip!

If you’re still here, obviously I am not the expert on your love life—you are. That being said, without getting too personal, here are some things I’ve picked up through trial and error.

If you’re starting college, and haven’t yet dated anyone, it’s okay to feel behind. What isn’t okay is being patronized or taken advantage of for your lack of experience. I wish I could say it’s just common sense, but it’s crucial to figure out what your boundaries, limits, & standards are before getting into an intimate situation with somebody. (I myself learned this the hard way.)

simply put: It is okay to be picky! (Read that again.) Or not—what works for one person won’t work for everyone. Some people date & hook up just for fun, especially during college when a lot of changes are happening, and that suits them fine. Some people want stronger, longer connections, and that works for them. Some people focus on friends over partners and refrain from the entire dating & hookup scene. All are valid and healthy. (As long as you stay safe, sane, & consensual, and get tested.)

school stuff:

Please do yourself a favor and don’t schedule 8am classes five days a week. I don’t care if you could do it in high school—chances are you’re going to need to wake up way beforehand to get ready OR your roommate will do something ridiculous in the middle of the night that will wake you up. In this more than likely event, you won’t want to wake up and go straight to class. If you’re not a STEM major, this advice is easier than if you are (and if the first applies, my condolences and much love).

You need sleep no matter what—if that means midday naps, go for it. I don’t recommend skipping class to nap unless it’s an emergency though.

Re skipping class: some professors take attendance and your grade can suffer if you don’t attend. Aside from mental health days, skipping class for fun can be a slippery slope at some universities. (At some, Cs get degrees and grades don’t matter as much, especially if you aren’t looking to go down the postgrad path.)

#college #university #uni #universidad #college tips #college advice #general advice #asks #answered #school #studyblr #ref #host posts

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sen-thebootmutt · 6 days ago

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hi there! i'm very new to leather and boot care in general (only recently got some fiebing's and huberd's. have been cleaning my boots and those of my friends and I love it so. so much.) and am wondering how you'd recommend starting bootblacking? any equipment recommendations, online or print guides, places to meet folks / find a mentor, etiquette tips, common misconceptions / rookie mistakes, etc?

thanks so much!

Hey, friend! Thanks for your great question, and congrats on getting started!!!

So, first thing I recommend is checking out the literature!! Anyone Can Shine is a great starter resource, and has great info on products, technique, history, the works! A lot of bootblack history and technique is passed orally, so I’d join bootblack groups! The biggest ones I know of are on Facebook and Reddit, so start there!! You’ll also find people advertising events, like the upcoming Take A Stand, a weekend long leather event by bootblacks, for bootblacks, or Bootblack Roundup, a convention meant to share knowledge, skills, and discuss the history and future of bootblacking!!

For starting equipment, it’s pretty accessible and inexpensive. All you need is soap, conditioner, polish, and brushes!! You can get half decent horsehair brushes pretty cheap (one applicator brush, one larger polish/buffing brush) from Amazon or the shoe section of your local big box store like Target or WalMart. For soap, Fiebings is a great start, and most bootblacks use one or more Fiebing products. For conditioner, Huburds is the gold standard for oil tan boots, but when you start getting to garments like jackets and vests, I prefer Obenaufs Heavy LP (also relatively inexpensive and pretty widely available). For polish, use what you have access to! In the USA, Kiwi is the most widely sold, so start there (all the hate on Kiwi is misplaced, imo, it’s a perfectly good product to get you started)!

For mentoring/skillsharing, find your local leather group! Bootblacks are highly sought after by leather clubs, so if you announce a desire to learn, people will pour out of the woodwork to teach you lol. Don’t have a local leather club? Start with the groups I mentioned! You’ll find someone super close to you who would love to talk boot love with you! Additionally, get in the stand! Get your boots done! There’s no better way to learn than by doing, or in this case, being done lmao

Commons misconceptions and beginner mistakes! Bootblacks do more than just boots, and many bootblacks do more than leather! You’ll find bootblacks that love doing neoprene, latex, sneakers, and more! Jackets, caps/hats, chaps, pants, skirts. The list is (near) endless!! For your first time working a stand, take your time! You’re gonna feel the rush of the atmosphere, and maybe even pressure from your client. Be patient, work your technique, and be honest about your skill level. Bootblacking can be erotic and sexy!! If you want to do a scene in your stand, ask your client! What are they interested in doing, or being done to them? Are you feeling submissive or dominant in your stand? Have some sexy fun in your stand!!

One last tip: most bootblacks don’t charge for their services, but never turn down a tip! Even if it’s a swap (I exchanged blacking a pair of leather pants for a guy for a vest he was selling, for example), never doubt your worth. Put your digital payment platforms on a sign, set out a tip jar. Most people know at this point that it’s just good practice to tip your bootblack, so plan accordingly!!

#asks answered #transsextual #bootblack #leatherdyke

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niiwa-angel · 4 months ago

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Any frugal living tips? Know any affordable frocery stores?

Shop at grocery stores like Food Basics and No Frills. Those are Canadian Bargain stores, idk what they have in other parts of the world.

Live by what's on sale to the best of your abilities; meat, produce, dairy, canned goods, and household supplies like cleaners, toilet paper, and laundry detergent.

Learn to recognize a good deal. If you have a 6 pack of toilet paper for $5 and a ten pack of toilet paper for $7, the ten pack is actually cheaper in the long run because it has 4 more rolls for only $2 more. This goes for things like shoes and winter coats too, a more expensive pair of shoes or a more expensive coat is more likely to last you longer and keep you more protected than the cheap ones you can get at Walmart.

Speaking of coats, check your local thrift stores, they usually have some good deals on outerwear that will keep you warm without breaking your bank. If you live in a cold area DO NOT skip out on buying protective gear unless it's absolutely necessary. Like "I will end up homeless if I don't spend put this money towards rent" necessary. Giving yourself hypothermia or frostbite is not going to help you.

Gloves and hats at the dollar store are cheap, buy a few pairs and wear them in layers. The quality is shit but it's better than nothing.

Never walk by change on the ground. Nickles, dimes, and quarters add up more quickly than you realize, put them in your pocket, keep them in a jar, and once a week, count them and take them to the back to be traded for bigger bills or deposited.

Never underestimate the same convenience of a slow cooker or insta pot. They can cook delicious meals for you all day while you're at work and then you can have leftovers and very few dishes to clean. Check Facebook Marketplace, Kijiji, EBay, and thrift shops for second hand ones, those are typically cheaper.

If you are on medication like antidepressants, insulin, or any other medication to manage a chronic condition, and you're having financial struggles that make it hard to afford, call your doctor and tell them, or talk to your pharmacist. They may have a No Name brand that's cheaper or they can point you in the direction of a service that will get you your medication free or for much cheaper. DO NOT stop taking your medication against doctors orders.

Do not buy cans that are dented, popped, cracked, or otherwise damaged. That's how you get botulism. Same goes for jars that have bloated lids. You aren't saving anything but making yourself sick on bad food.

#frugal living #poverty #saving money #tips and tricks #thrifting #thrift shopping #slow cooker #ask

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alternativegirl23 · 2 months ago

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A Cap-tivating Christmas Eve

I just wanted to write a cozy, fluffy thing for Christmas Eve. Flirting between friends, but nothing explicit.

Word Count: 1,145

The snow was falling softly on the ground outside of your apartment window. The past few years the weather had never been much to be excited about, and this year was more of the same. Snow that barely stuck to the grass and melted as quickly as it came. Your phone buzzed with a text from Steve Rogers, and another message from Bucky Barnes, both good friends of yours. You were so grateful to have both of them in your life.

Both men are always putting smiles on your face or making you laugh with a lame joke after a hard day. None of you had any plans for Christmas Eve, so Steve insisted you all get together and have a cozy night in. We’ll be over in about half an hour, Steve’s text read. You put the finishing touches on your simple but festive makeup, checking one last time in the mirror. Fixing your sweater and hair and enjoying how you looked.

Walking quickly to your kitchen, checking your smartwatch to keep an eye for when all the food you made would be done. Everything was turning out how it should be, and you smiled to yourself with pride. You never put on this much of a spread. Ham and all the sides of a Christmas dinner carefully laid out on your circular dining table. Christmas songs by Laufey drifting out your phone speaker, setting the mood perfectly for your old fashioned guests.

A short while later, you heard knocks at your front door in quick succession. Smiling and racing to the door with glee, you opened the door to find Steve and Bucky beaming at you, gifts in hand.

“Looking beautiful, as always”, Steve said with a warm smile. You blushed, looking down at the floor. “Very pretty:, Bucky conceded, making you blush even more. It felt really nice knowing there were no ulterior motive for their compliments.

Beckoning them in, they took off their coats and shoes before setting the gifts for you under your small tree. The gifts for them already wrapped. You all sat down at the table and dug into the food, Steve and Bucky giving you compliments on how good everything tasted. After talking for a little while, you and Steve headed towards the living room. Bucky insisting he stay behind to clean up dishes and to make hot chocolate for everyone. Steve and you sat down on the couch, the fake fireplace putting out a nice warmth while Steve flicked through the streaming services you had.

You looked at Steve a little guilty, knowing the outcome of your small confession. “So um…I’ve never seen White Christmas…”, you trailed off. It had been on your watchlist for at least a year, but you never got around to it. Steve turned his head to look at you incredulously. “You’ve never seen it? Come on, really?” You shook your head in response. Steve sighed, almost like he was a disappointed father. He called out to Bucky still in the kitchen.

“Hey Buck, she’s never seen it”, his voice louder than his usual soft rumble. You found it amusing that he didn't even have to refer to the movie for Bucky to know what he meant. The plate clattered dramatically in the sink. Thank god it was a cheap set. “What,” Bucky yelled dramatically. Like he couldn’t believe you lived all thirty-one years of life without seeing it.

He appeared in the living room moments later, arms crossed over his broad chest. You couldn’t help but stare a few seconds longer than normal. Steve cleared his throat next to you, raising an eyebrow at you expectantly. “You know, if you find us handsome, just say so,” he playfully teased. You smacked him a little more forcefully, trying to hide the way it made you blush.

“Look, I can admire a hunk of a man, or men, and still keep it platonic”, you stated. Steve nodded, “Sure, sweetheart”, he said with a small laugh. You took the remote from him and pressed play on White Christmas. His hand patting your knee softly as the opening credits started to play. Bucky left the room then, bringing back mugs of hot chocolate, the aroma making you smile with nostalgia.

Drinking in this feeling that you wished you could bottle up. Warm and lighthearted with your close friends, sharing a wholesome evening by a fire. At some point in the movie, Bucky and Steve stood up and started marching in place next to the TV to the song “The Old Man”. You started laughing and giggling, the men seeming to fall seamlessly back into their time. GIving you salutes and winks as they kept marching and started to sing along.

You couldn’t help but start clapping along with the melody, cheering them on while making you smile and blush. They gave each other pats on the shoulder and laughed as they came back to the couch. Finishing the movie, you liked it a lot better than you expected. Some of the songs still stuck in your mind. Bucky and Steve went to your tree, giving you your gift while you directed them to theirs.

On the count of three, all of you opened your gifts at the same time. The boys smiled wide and thanked you for the gifts you gave them, while you couldn’t help but smile at yours. “We hope you like it”, Bucky said with a small grin. You clutched it tight to your chest. “I love it”, your eyes getting a little misty at how lucky you were to have friends like them.

They gave you big, warm hugs and you gave an even bigger one. “Tonight was so nice, you guys. You’re the best friends a girl could hope for”, you said with a little lump in your throat. “We’re glad, sweetheart”, Steve said softly. “We’ll always be here for you”, Bucky said just as softly. Tucking a bit of hair behind your ear.

You worked up the courage to ask if they wanted to stay over since it was so late out. They both smiled. “We’d love to”, Steve said with a little pink to his cheeks. Bucky tried to hide a grin as he started to help you set up the spare camping cots you had for an occasion like this. Once they were settled, you did your nighttime routine and put on pajamas before calling out to them. “Goodnight Bucky. Goodnight Steve”, you said with a shy smile. “Goodnight gorgeous”, Bucky said with a wink. Steve gave a smile and wink in return, thanking you for letting them stay the night. They settled into their makeshift beds as you turned off the light to the living room. You turned off the light to your bedroom and closed the door. A nice ending to an even nicer day.

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #christmas #fluff #flirting #marvel

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artsynightowl · 1 year ago

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Plauge of Consequences

Description: You're a college student living on your own for the first time. Everything seems to be moving so fast yet so slow. Learning to adjust to adulting is taking it toll. Now you're new job is either going to be your savior or worst nightmare. Being a janitor wasn't at a Pizzaplex wasn't your first choose in jobs, but seemed the best option with your new schedule need to a slightly above average job. Maybe it was because the bots put off questionable emotions. Almost made them seem sentient. Nevertheless, a job was a job and here you are now.

Chapter One: Claws Out

Word count: 5,934

1/? Of chapters

Gender Neutral

Adulting was already going to be hard. The apartment smelled slightly musty, paint was a light tan and bare. Furniture was lacking, a crunchy bean bag, as well as a new mattress, sat on the floor. The kitchen had a pan, and pot that could both be bigger. The two plates and two bowls were nothing fancy. They came as a weirdly cheap bundle deal at the thrift store down the road.

Most of the stuff you got came from the thrift store or dumpster diving. The apartment deposit, rent, new mattress, and textbook costs a lot more than you had expected. It was a good thing I had gotten one of the many jobs you applied for. Anything was better than nothing right now even if your new workplace was across town and paid a little under what you were hoping for. Still, it was enough to get by plus some. How bad could it be?

***

"Well shit." You stare dumbstruck at the building. Had you thought of working at the PizzaPlex through? Well, yea, to some degree, but it didn't hit you till now that you are picking up and cleaning all day. In a place that has hundreds of thousands of children.

With a sigh, you made your way through the gigantic doors and into the front lobby. The place was popping. Families covered most of the floor. Most were parents following their kids around. Then there are the kids running around like chickens chasing each other.

You simply ignored them and scanned the sides of the room. The administration office was almost completely covered by the lost and found. It was pretty tiny. As you made your way over to the desk your thoughts were racing, 'Was this a good idea? Maybe you could find another job making the same with a flexible schedule like this one? Nope. This is it. Hopefully the cramped rank bus didn't affect my appearance too much.'

"H-hello, I'm supposed to be training for my new job as-" The bot you're speaking to stared at you blankly as you talked before turning around mid-sentence. When the bot whipped back around they shoved some clothes, a name tag/key card, a faz watch, and a mini faz tablet.

"Welcome to Freddy's Mega Pizzaplex! The Glamrock family is thrilled that you. Scott sends his regards for not being able to teach you. He has assigned you a glamrock staff tablet and faz watch with instructions for you." He then grabs a map from behind the booth and opens it. "Please make your way to the customer service area here. Thank you again for joining the Glamrock family, (Y/N)."

You grab the map and mumble thanks before following the map to customer service. Between you looking at the map making sure you're going the right way and fumbling to get faz watch to your wrist you almost walk into a kid and parent. In reality, the parent was dragging the kid in front of you not paying attention. How could you tell? The kid tripped over your shoe when you stopped and the mother paid no mind to what happened.

Parents were probably miserable here considering they can't do anything besides paying for overpriced food, and merch that was of okay quality. Oh, and the obvious, looking after their children but I'm sure some wouldn't. Hopefully working with the bots will be easier than working with all the customers.

You continue customer service. When there you approach the staff bot inside. They were the same model as any other staff bot just different colors. "Hi, new Janitor (Y/N)."

"Your second task is now complete. Please turn on your faz watch and tablet in the break room and continue with your training." He swung his left arm and motioned to a down behind him." With a nod of thank you do as told. Though this whole situation did seem off.

Once the tablet is turned on. It seemed you had to make a Faz Staff Account. You hastily fill out what you needed. Then the terms came up. It was over 400 pages long. You scrolled to the very end. Check mark what was needed. And just when you thought you were about to begin a video popped up. It showed a map of the groundfloor then a drawing of a bot popped up. "Here at the Mega Pizzaplex, your safety is our top priority. A safe worker is a happy worker and a happy worker is a hard worker. Here at Freddy's Mega Pizzaplex we only want the best for our best employees. That being said, please turn your attention to the red area on the map. That red area is the medbay." It flashes through the other floors showing all the medbays on each floor. One is on each floor.

The video removes the maps and slides the bot to the middle. "It is important you have a map for your tasks throughout the day. Please turn to your faz watch now." The bot slides back to the side of the screen and a picture of the faz watch appears. "Hold the button on the top of the faz watch till I tell you." You do so. "You have now connected your faz watch and faz tablet. You can now do the same thing on your faz watch as you do on the faz tablet. Thank you for joining our Glamrock family." With that, the video is over. That was quite a boring experience. Thank God that was over.

Looking down at the tablet revealed your first task. Change into work uniform if not done yet. It was a box at the bottom to check the mark when down. With a sigh, you turned to the clothes you had set on the scratched-up wooden table. Any and every work outfit looks horrible.

To your luck, there's a bathroom inside the break room. You go and change. Taking a look at the mirror you didn't know how to feel about the outfit. You can understand wearing black pants, a black leather glossy belt, and a white long-sleeved undershirt. Not the shirt though, black was the main color then followed by neon blue, orange, and green. It was like they wanted you to stand out.

Sat back down at the table in the flimsy chair and put your name tag on. You checked the task and an animation confetti blew up on the screen. The next task then popped up followed by the rest.

You put your clothes in the lockers and follow the instructions in the description of the first task. Leading you to a large red door. As soon as you open it a musty, chemically, greasy, whiff smacks your nostrils. Inside was cleaning supplies on sleeves with worn-down boxes at the bottom. In the middle was a dusty go-cart. It was clear this closet hadn't been used much.

You make your way to the side of the go golf-cart only to see a cart about the same size as the golf-cart. That'll make things easier to hall things around.

The go-cart had baskets instead of the back seat. Some half empty bottles of cleaning supplies, with rags, toilet paper, toilet brush in a holder, trash bags, and a bucket that held a mop inside were all in the basket. Honestly, it was pretty nifty.

Looking through the bottle you found the off brand lemon zest for multi use purposes. You douse both carts before taking multiple rags to dust them off. It took longer than expected with the dust being like a thick wrap you'd put on an actual vehicle.

Once done you step back and take in the carts to actually paint. Of course it was brown with red trim and a neon blue lightning bolt on the front. The typical Glamrock Freddy color scheme.

Confetti littered the tablet screen as you checked off this task. That was gonna get old and annoying fast. The next on the list in bold was LAUNDRY. In the description it explains the cleaning rags from last night were to be washed, dried, and placed in each janitor's closet for the staff bots tonight.

You followed your map to an elevator not too far away. The inside was bigger than most elevators. Definitely oversized, perfect for bringing the carts down here later.

The basement was dingy and smelled like the janitors closet, but without the burning chemicals burning your nose. That didn't last long through. Two carts in the corner were full of rags and towels. You get straight to work loading the washer. Loading all those crusty rags into the washer made you start to sweat. Good thing all you had to do was push start.

Since you had some time on your hands in-between loading, and switching, the washer and dryer you had decided you'd clean restock the supply closets for the staff bots upstairs. You made your way through the hall to the storage.

There you found a free cart and filled it with the supplies listed underneath its task. You then went back to the laundry to grab the bags. The cart was filled to the top once you throw the bags of rags in there. It took some effort to push but it was better than putting all those dirty rags in the washer. It was even going to be more of a hassle to take out the rags when they were wet.

The elevator creaked as it moved up with you and the cart. Clearly this elevator needed some fixing up but I'm sure staff don't use it often. At least not living staff. Which led to a question, why had you not seen any other human staff member? Surely you couldn't be the only one. They were handing those fliers out like free samples at the mall.

The elevator came to a jerking stop before the doors opened slower than before. Yep, differently not taking the golf-cart on this thing. You went to push the cart but it seemed to be stuck. The elevator door alarm started blaring after you pulled the cart back and rammed it into the door frame. Starting at the front wheels you pulled the cart all the way back till ramped it over the doors and frames. Thank goodness it stayed up right.

***

Stocking up the closets was easy and only took 40 minutes so by the time you were done the washer was too. Moving the rags from the washer to dry was horrible. They were three times as heavy as before. At least they didn't smell strongly of chemicals now. They did however soak your shirt by the amount you took out at one time. Filling the washer now felt like a blessing of sorts. Even more so now that one cart was empty. Now it was time to find another task to do.

You took the stairs back up to the ground floor. The thought of the amount of people you'd have to maneuver through didn't cross your mind at all. It was like trying to get through a maze. That golf cart is differently going to be around closing time. That was bullshit but you gotta take what you can get.

The stairs were like waiting in line at a waterpark when trying to get through the crowd. Many parents shot you dirty looks as you passed by. You however just shrugged as they probably have not seen a human employee before. Though it was rather rude.

At the janitors closet you detached the cart from the golf-cart after some fighting. You then took the basket off the golf cart and set it at the bottom of the cart as well as a wet floor sign. Then you head toward the restroom.

People were heading in and out. Just like the other tasks this one had a description. But this one had in bold letters NOT to let customers in the bathroom while cleaning. You didn't question it and parked your cart in front of the entryway so people couldn't get in. Of course you moved it for people coming out. Nasty looks and a couple grumbles were thrown your way.

You had just let the last person out and put up the out of service banner outside before heading back inside. Toilet paper littered the floor, trash can was overflowing, and soap was emptied onto the floor. This is what you signed up for working around kids and drained parents.

For starters gloves are your best friend. The bathroom was rank it was definitely gonna take a couple of washes to get the smell out of your shoes.

The trash can had paper towels rolling across the floor after some struggle to get the bag out. It was really packed in there. You set the first bag next to the entrance, put a new trash bag in, and started picking up the litter on the floor.

Saying it was nasty was an understatement. Some pieces were fine while others were damp or drenched in unknown liquid. The guessing made it worse as did the toilet paper breaking apart. The slush sound when it hit the floor was revolting.

As you go to put the other bag next to the cartsomething smacks right into your legs. It was a little boy with shaggy dirty-blonde hair. He takes a step back with a stunned expression on his face and shakes his head a bit.

"Watch where you're going! You could've really hurt my son!" There standing behind the boy, the mother of the spawn. She had the typical bulb shape hair cut with mostly blonde hair with brown roots shining through. Don't even get started on the outfit.

"Ma'am the restroom is closed for cleaning. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." You state, setting down the bag of trash in hand.

"Little Timmy just needs to pee." She buffs, pushing out her chest and grabbing her son's shoulder. He smiles at you brightly before running past you.

"Hey!" Before you could do anything the boy's feet flew out from under him and hit his back on the wet tile outside a stall. You cringe back at the sight while Karen rushes to his aid.

The boy didn't even make a peep while sitting up from the floor rubbing his head until mom wrapped her body around him. He wailed as the mom started raving at you. "My baby! My poor baby! How dare you do this! You should know better than to wet the floor at a children's facility!" She continues on getting more aggressive. You kind of just watched her not taking in anything she had to say.

A cold pressure suddenly is placed on your shoulder. Glancing back you see none other than Glamrock Freddy. He didn't look at you but at the two on the floor. A light shines over the two from his eye. "No injuries are detected. Katherine Yardow for breaking protocol 9.3, and 24.7 a you are to be escorted off the premises. This area is off limits at the moment and isn't a safe play place for your son or you."

Katherine dropped her child and stormed right up to us. Before she could reach us Freddy swiftly pushes you back as he moves in front of you. She screams profanities at him, jabbing her finger on his chest plate but that turned to hitting in a matter of seconds.

It didn't last long before three staff bots rolled into the restroom. Two hastily grab her by the arms and lift her up to keep her feet from touching the floor. They then wheel her out while the other goes, picks up the child, and follows after them.

"Are you alright y/n l/n?" Freddy asks, turning his attention to you.

"Yea, thanks. That was crazy." You chuckle nervously, rubbing the back of your neck looking over your shoulder. That's when you noticed the cart. It had been moved about a 90 degree angle. "Did you move that?"

"Yes, I had seen the child and parent walk through the front of the golf-cart to enter. I was going to wait outside the bathroom when I detected shouting that wasn't an opinion. I'll move it back now. You have a good rest of the day." He moves the cart back then bends done on the other side so that his face is viable through the cart. "Let any of us know if you need anything or have questions." With that he left. Leaving you alone to your thoughts and job.

You didn't want to be in that bathroom any longer then you had to and quickly finished. Somehow getting completely disregarded made cleaning less miserable.

An hour was all it took to clean all the public bathrooms in the building. It was nice to know that the cleaning and restocking wouldn't take long at closing time.

The next task was to drop off wipes and soft chemical streaming supplies to the daycare as well as taking the trash out. As you drive up to the daycare door you see a child probably around ages 3 to 5 yelling and running around. They all seemed to be having a blast. The cart outside is parked next to the large glass window in front of a cloud, shoving the roll of trash bags liners into your back pocket and picking up the box of supplies the daycare required.

Before you can open the door it slams right into you, knocking you and all of the soupy to the floor. You blink a couple times and rub your forehead, trying to get your bearings on what just happened. A repeated tapping was all you hear. Looking towards the sound you find the sun animatronic.

Once your eyes meet his white ones he does a little wave before pointing toward the door. You follow where he was pointing to see a muscular middle aged fellow with a bushy beard, a black band tshirt, with a blue jean vest over top, and a black jean pants with a chain dangling on the loopholes.

"Shit, you okay there kid?" He offers you a hand which you accept gladly.

"I'll be alr-"

"Here let me help you with this." He begins picking up the supplies.

"Sir, it's really no big deal." You examine, wanting the awkwardness to just end already.

"Nonsense, don't be so modest." He waved you off, picked on another thing of wipes before putting them in the box. You quickly reached done to help since he was insisting.

It didn't take but 3 seconds to pick everything up and put them back in the box. He hands you a box and dusts off his hands before reaching for the door. "Again I'm terribly sorry."

This is a completely different interaction from Karen in the bathroom this morning. It had you taken a back a bit. "Oh, it really is okay, thank you " With that you walked into the daycare. He smiled and with a nod let go of the door.

You watch as the door closes behind you. Damn, how embarrassing to get hit by a door. Thank goodness it was a nice customer though. Inhaling deeply helps the embarrassment wash away, and body relaxes before turning around on your heels. White. That was all you saw making you freak out and jump back a bit. There in front was the daycare attendant bending down to your level.

"Hello new friend! Are you feeling okay!? That was an awful hard hit to your noggin!" He talked rather quickly and bobbly. He needed that much energy to keep up with the little ones though. You didn't even have time to respond back he really was quick "Oh you brought the cleaning supplies! Thank you friend!" He takes the box and stands up. Man was he tall.

"Just doing my job." Just then out of the corn of your eye you see a little boy squeezing a bottle of pink glitter glue into a girl's hair. "Ah," you went to say something but then you realize you didn't know what the animatronic's name was tell him what was happening. Though it seemed he got the hit from the sound you made as well as you looking back and forth in a panic.

"Chase! Glitter glue is for paper! Never anything else!" He scolds the little boy, holding the box of supplies on his hip, arm around it. With his free hand he swipes away the glitter glue from the boy. .

Meanwhile, Sally is grabbing at her long red hair with big watery eyes. When she felt the glob of glue she immediately became the great falls. Tears flooded down her little rosy freckled cheeks and her mouth gaps like a catfish as she whales.

Something in you just seemed to snap. It could easily have been instinct but if it wasn't you maybe just didn't wanna hear her crying. It could break glass if any higher. You swiftly pick up the little girl. "Where's the bathroom? I'll try and get out the glitter."

The animatronic's expression widens, "Right over there!" He points, giving you a nod as thanks before dealing with Chase, who ran off as soon as the daycare attendant was distracted by you.

In the bathroom you were quick about getting Sally's hair soaking in the sink. The hot water seemed to make the glue dissolve. You ran your fingers through her hair a couple of times. When the glitter made a thin lining on the out rim of the light pink water to float up you unplugged the sink and ran water through her hair for good measure. It was surprisingly easy to get out after that with paper towels. Just a couple of stray sparkles left.

"There we go." Through her sniffles she looks in the mirror and run a hair through her hair. Her emerald green eyes widen, she whipped her hair back and without warning leaps into your arms.

"Oh thank you!"

"It was no problem." Squeeze out. You could feel your shirt get wetter by the second. Should probably do something about the wet hair. You could dry it off with a shit ton of paper towel, but the smudged up hand dryer next to the door would do a better job.

"Would you like to dry your hair?" Sally nods and you're quick to guide her over to the hand dryer. She appeared puzzled till you hit on. Her eyes lit up and practically danced under it followed by giggles. You rolled your eyes at the scene. Kids we're really something else.

Little Sally skipped out of the bathroom, her dry wavy hair flowing behind her, with you following suit. It wasn't long before Sally spotted her friends and was climbing up the play structure.

"New friend!" Your whole body spun around at the sudden voice. It's going to take some getting used to that amount of energy. " Ah! I didn't mean to scare you! I just wanted to say thank you! Chase has been picking on Sally for the last two days!"

"Sounds like Chase is having a hard time adjusting." You state lean back on the desk

"It's not that! He plays great with the other kids! Oh that reminds me!" He reaches around you, "Could you bring these down to the glam rocks." He beams, dropping a stack of drawing into your arms. With a stare at the papers for a good second then back at the bubbly yellow guy. His smile has widened and eyes now in the form of triangles.

One of the tasks on your list was to clean out the trash in the glamrocks rooms anyways. "Sure thing. Let me know if you need anything else." You wave over your shoulder. Before you can open the door it swings open. Higher up on the door, yellow hand pressed.

"I'll make sure to let you know if anything comes up."

You put the stack of drawings in a cardboard box, don't want them falling over, or ever worse off the golf cart. The golf cart was coming in handy not trailing back and forth to each janitor's closet for supplies but the swarm of but with it getting closer to noon more people were rolling into the place making it hard drive through the crowd. Maybe that's why it had been covered in dust.

You put the golf cart up in the end. It was just taking too long to get places and the customers didn't care that they're kids were climbing over it. This left you with a belt like a contraction work but instead of tools it held little bottles of chemicals and had a large Fanny pack like pocket with a couple of tools as well as a rag stored inside. If you needed a cart for hauling there was one in every closet.

With the cart in toe that held the box of drawings, you made your way down to the glamrocks rooms. A green blur caught the eye making you slow down. Next to the bathrooms was Monty Gator. If he wasn't a robot one would think he was trying to scratch his back but the spot was just out of reach. He most have felt a presence in the force or some shit because his gaze spotted on you and he went straightened up. "What are ya looking at?"

"I'm not sure." You lean against the cart. It was painful obvious he needed help with something. You had planned on asking but with the tone he used speaking to you it made you rethink that.

The gator grumbles his way to you. Ah the tone matches the body language how interesting. "Listen here runt, ya didn't see anything-" You kind of just started tuning him out as your curiosity got the better of you. You took one large side step and bam the mystery was solved. On the center of his back was a piece of hard candy. "Hey! What do-"

"I can get that for you." You hold up a rag and a bottle of clearer. He's joints lower and with a huff he exposes his back to you. The candy didn't budge till it was moist. When the sucker finally popped off you threw it into a nearby trash can.

"I can't believe they hired another human after so long?" If we wouldn't have been so close to the gator while cleaning off the residue of candy you might of night heard him grumble that. You didn't think too much after all this place was run by mostly boys.

"They're good as new." Monotony straightened up, crossed his arms, huff, and turned his head. His red eyes glanced at you through the side of his glass. They seemed too soft at the sight of you beaming up at him.

"Thanks Runt." He finally says something normally, but his eyes left your gaze before he did. Weird.

"No problem." You wave to him to continue on the mission at hand. Freddy was in his room messing with an amp. You didn't even get a chance to knock before you were greeted. "Afternoon Y/N."

"Hello again, I'm here for any trash you have." He nods steps out of the doorway, motioning towards the trash can. The trash can was filled to the rim unlike most of the over trash cans, easy. "Thank you."

"Wait one second," You drop the trash bag, and grab the drawings. Can't forget those bad boys. Freddy's eyes widened as you handed over the box. "The daycare attendant asked me to give you these."

"Sundrop is such a nice fellow, I wish they'd come see us like they used too." He seemed to dent the box ever so slightly. What was that supposed to mean? They work together. Kind of.

"Here." He hands you a stack of sticker sheets. "Have him give these to the kids." You agreed with a nod before heading over to chica's room. There was a tiny bag of trash outside her door. Guess she didn't want to be disturbed right now.

"Ah more fans- oh you must be the janitor." She headed back over to her make up stand and started spray painting her hair. As you're pulling out the trash you stop at the studden bomb of the gray wolf's voice. "You must be an amazing janitor for them to hire you." You didn't know if that was a normal complement or a back handed one. Either way Roxy seemed busy, so you were hasty was putting a new bag in and getting the fuck out of there. Maybe Monty would be more welcoming than her.

You weren't wrong but you weren't right either. Like Chica he had left the trash bag outside the door, but he was inside. His loud ranting and strumming of jagged notes was a clear indication of that. Hopefully he catches a break soon.

The rest of the tasks were simple and easy, but there were many. Not to mention all the messes you had to clean up after parties around the stage. Customers were messy and acted as if it was a normal thing to not clean up after themselves.

The last thing you had to do before clocking out for the day was bring the stickers to the daycare attendant. Darkness consumed the daycare with only the haze of the lights outside the daycare coming in through the window. All the little ones laid scattered on matts with tiny blankets that had glow in the dark stars on them. Swiftly you made your way over to the desk, set down the stickers, grabbed a sticky note, and wrote, "Freddy sent these as a thank you."

Just as you were finishing up the note you felt the hair on the back of your neck rise. You whipped around to find the same scene as before. The more your eyes adjusted though you spotted something. Okay it was more of someone. Honestly, Chase did a good job at hiding underneath the play structure. If his little leg wasn't sticking out you would've never seen him.

"Hey there," You greeted the blonde boy. He smacked his head back ahead of the pillar that was curled up behind. He quinces and with a sniffle rubs his snot on his arm. "Why're you crying?"

He sniffled and sobbed, "I left my Roxxe plush in the tent." He then chokes on his own sob for a second. "Mr. Moon won't let me in the Castle to get her." He hugged his blanket and curled up into his knees.

You scanned your surroundings looking for your target. The castle was next to the ball pit with about 20 kids inbetween you. Laying next to them are swords made out of pool noodles and shields made out of cardboard. "Come on," you nudge him. "Let's go get her back."

He perks up immediately and his brown eyes sparkle. "Really!?"

You shush him by putting a finger up to your lips. He slaps his hands over his mouth then opens them. "Really?" He whispers.

"Yep we just gotta be quiet and sneak past the castle guards." You whisper, motioning him to follow you out from under the play structure. He scrambled out after you and quickly held onto your pants. His eyes search the room frantically.

"Come on." You take a step forward. He follows your soft steps around his sleeping companions. For a kid who was causing chaos earlier he was surprisingly good at keeping quiet.

When outside the castle you got this feeling like you were being watched and Chase wasn't helping calm your nerves with him now clinging to your leg. This was just a tent in a building that was freaking you out so badly. No wild animals were around unless you counted the kids as animals.

With a small sigh you take Chase's sweaty little hand and lead him inside. The feeling subsided a bit. "Where'd you last have her?"

"Oh she was on the pillows. Over here." He tugs on you to the back corner. Sure enough upon her throne of pillows sat a Roxy plush. She has a couple sock puppet at the bottom pillow. "She's their queen." He giggles, picking up the plush before holding your hand and smiling up brightly. "Thank you."

The smile on your face drop when you turn rn to exit the tent. You froze for a second before pushing Chase behind you. What greeted you at the entrance of the tent stood a tall shadow figure. One of its claws ripped the entrance of the tent with its grip while the other had them curl in and out at its side. Its hunched over torso and black eyes with a bead of electric red in the middle screamed not kid friendly.

The creature's head spun along with its starry night cap as it crept inside. Something about that last movement was a lot more jagged than others. It sent you into survival mode.

You grabbed the nearest objects in one scoop and chucked them swiftly at it. The animatronic wasn't fazed at all by the sock puppets. To make matters worse it is now inside, with its sharp smile widening. The lining of the teeth began to thicken. Desperate and backed into a corner like prey, you searched for anything in here to defend yourself again. That's when you saw it. A foam noodle sword.

You sprung at the creature's feet, grabbed the sword, and rolled to the side. Just in time too. The creature's claws dug into the floor where you landed. Its focus was on you and face inches away from your's.

A clank rang out throughout the tent and hit them in their faceplate. Its head spun around as its neck bent backward. You booked it out of the tent in a heart beat to the doors. They were locked and the jingles where getting closer. That's when you saw the light switch. The sign tapped above it that said lights on and the tape on the switch pulled down. Maybe just maybe.

You reach for the switch on to have a claw grab your arm and yank you up into the air. "Naught, naughty~" It sang into your face.

Its claws now dig into your arm. They twitched and loosen then tighten some more. Your eyes were glued to the free hand that's lifting up into the air. A blur and breezed passed your face.

You tumble to the floor clenching your wounded arm as the animatic screeches and claws at its now yellow faceplate. Its eyes shift between black, red and white before landing on the all white one. Seven triangles pop out the side of its head and the hat is now to be found. In Front of you stood the overly bubbly day care attendant you had met only hours ago.

He reached for you before but retracted his hand to his torso. "No! No! Not again!"

~A/N~

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This chapter as been edited my a sleep deprived, dyslexic fool. It will be edited again in time my apologies in the mean time.

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