#drabble funtime!

[ridearockox]

Daltwistle Drabble Thingie II

“You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?” John’s voice was like a low growl inside Roger’s ear, as he was thrusted against the wall by the lapels of his narrow-waisted suit with a loud thump. “You are just so irritating.”

John shoved his tongue inside Roger’s mouth as weak, trembling hands grabbed the fabric of his sleeves.

Roger moaned while John’s thigh pushed against his clothed cock. He feverishly tasted John’s lips, hips grinding against his leg.

The tension between them had been building up for months, both of them too stubborn and too prideful to do or say anything about it. Neither of them wanted to admit defeat, until it got to a point where even each other’s mere presence was enough to drive them mad.

Things had finally reached a fever pitch however, and neither of them was willing to stop the surge of emotions that overtook them when John finally crossed that last line keeping them away from each other. And he didn’t care that he was the first one to cross it. All he cared for was to savor everything Roger was eager to offer him.

And oh, was Roger eager. He was more than ready to let himself be taken over by John, let his long, strong fingers grab at his hair and his sharp teeth bite down on his lips. He more than deserved it after the endless wait he had to endure. If John had any idea how instant of an effect he had on him when they first met, he would be disgusted. In his defense though, the real tension between them took a couple months to really take root.

Their legs entangled with each other, hips grinding and thrusting roughly as ties got pulled and loosened.

“W-We can’t do this here…” Roger stuttered out, bright eyes darting around as he panted. Being in the hallway of a mostly empty studio after hours still made him feel exposed.

“Why? Scared someone will catch you moaning loud and good?” John bit the curve of Roger’s neck and was delighted to hear the gasp that escaped from his lips. Still, he moved a hand to cover Roger’s mouth. “Don’t worry. If you keep quiet no one will know we're here.”

John covered the pale skin of Roger’s neck in hickeys and bite marks, claiming every bit of his neck. The hand he still had on Roger’s lapel dropped down to his waist, undoing his belt and working on the buttons down the fly of his pants. His hand slid under the waistband of Roger’s briefs, taking a firm hold of his cock and giving it a hard stroke.

Roger groaned behind John’s hand, the sound muffled and wanton.

And my, how John couldn’t wait to have his ears filled by that deliciously filthy sound over and over.

[fandomfuntimem]

Im playing off the idea Clyde's deffinition of caring is different, but this time we got it genuinely not realising humans have a different form of caring and now it feels bad.

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Clyde sat in the nest. It was tired, so tired, but it couldn't sleep. Earlier in the day Clyde had said it didnt care about Alex, they had chuckled and said, "oh really?" To which Clyde replied, "I don't even know what caring means."

Then, Alex told it. "Caring is when you love someone so much, you never want them to get hurt. You never want them to be scared. You never want to let them go... but it's also realising that at some point, you'll have to let go. Wether you like it or not." They had glanced back at it, and in that moment it understood. Now it sat here, just thinking. The little ones... Clyde cares about them, but they didn't see it that way. Now it understood why. Humans care differently.

Clyde knew it ate Alex's brother, someone Alex cared for, someone Alex didn't want to let go of, someone Alex had to let go of because Clyde cared too much.

Now, glancing back at the sleeping figure beside it, Clyde had to make a choice. Does it care about Alex like a Veldigun, or does it care like a human?

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Super duper short. Just my sleepy brain thinking thoughts. Just Clyde having this mental Conflict. Could absolutely lead to both the good ending and the betrayal ending.

[my-makeshift-masquerade]

Hi! Could I request a reader insert for Funtime Freddy? Basically, readers had a harsh week and Funtime Freddy cheers them up? Readers personality is up to you! ❤️

P.S, Love your work!!

Oh. You know I have never written for this fella (fellas?) before. Let’s see how I do? You can’t have Funtime Fredboi without his trusty left hand man BawhnBawhn, so you’re getting a two for one package deal!

Battery Low

“Hello. Welcome back to your existential crisis repackaged as a promising career—“

“Oh fuck off…” You mumbled at nothing. Who programmed that annoying Hand Unit anyway…?

“We value the ideas and feedback of our employees here at Afton Robo—“ The audio glitched out, “—Circus Baby’s Entertainment and Rentals. So, we would like to let you decide which of our friendly cast you want to visit first today. Please enter your selection into the pinpad.”

You looked in the beady googly eyes of that horrible excuse for a pinpad, thinking for a moment. Do you want to get the easiest one out of the way first, or start with the more difficult animatronic? After a second more of deliberation, you begin to type.

B-A-L-7-0-R-4—

“It looks like you’re having trouble with the pinpad. I see what you were trying to type and will autocorrect it for you.” Hand Unit paused, “You entered: Funtime Freddy.”

“What?! No I didn’t, you dumbass computer—” You hissed, kicking the metal stand and wincing at how much it hurt.

“Let’s go see how Funtime Freddy and his best pal Bonbon are doing tonight.”

“Hell no. I’m going to Ballor—“

“Let’s go see how Funtime Freddy and his best pal Bonbon are doing tonight.” Hand Unit repeated more firmly.

“Fuckin— Fine!”

———

You trudged into Funtime Freddy’s area, flashlight in hand. You did not want to deal with any of this shit today, especially not Freddy’s shit. He loved to toy with you and make your job that much more difficult than it already was. It felt like eternity and you were only a week into this purgatory of a job. You get paid at two weeks, if you don’t take the choice of a gift basket, which you weren’t.

Baby said on your third night that you must not value your life too much if you keep choosing to come back here, but frankly you have no choice. You need the money. You need to escape your house for at least some time. Sure you’d even make more doing dishes somewhere, but it wasn’t worth the trouble to keep applying to other places that would reject you for “lack of experience”.

“Ohoho! I hear something!” His shrill voice echoed in the darkness, “Someone’s here to play!”

“It’s only a mouse.” Bonbon’s slightly less annoying voice whispered, “Go back to sleep…”

You took advantage of that to try and sneak back into the vents, but of course, the giant metal deathtrap of a bear had found you before you could scramble in.

“Why hello again~!” Freddy cackled, “See, Bonbon? I told you our friend was here to see us!”

“Hello, night guard!” The periwinkle rabbit waved his mitten-like paw, but paused, “Oh my! You look like you’re running out of battery…”

“Silly Bon! Humans don’t run out of battery!”

“Actually, we very much do.” You snapped bitterly, instantly regretting it as you saw Freddy’s free hand grab a sparking wire nearby.

“Well then! Let us help y—“

“NO!” You dropped the flashlight and put your hands up, “That is NOT how we charge!”

“But when other humans touch it they jitter with excitement!” The bear’s ears wiggled, “They even leak a little on the floor!”

“Look, can you stop being a total fucking sadist for ten minutes?!” You ran your fingers over your scalp, “Please, just— just ten minutes—!”

You sat down on the grime covered floor, shaking as you tried to control your breathing. It was silent apart from the buzzing of machinery for a few seconds…until Bonbon spoke.

“Freddy, I think our friend is sad.” The rabbit spoke, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing you two can help with…”

“Sure we can!” Freddy stated proudly, “We are the best at making people smile!”

You paused. Actually… Why not just vent your problems to these two robots? It wasn’t like they could do anything worse than torture or kill you…

“It’s… just been a tough week.” The employee began, “Dealing with this new job and other things… I look happy on the outside, but on the inside I am so tired. It’s like my life is passing me by, but I can’t even enjoy it, you know?”

“Boy, we sure know how that feels!” Freddy laughed in an almost unstable manner, “Every day we perform show after show… Then we end up back here waiting to do it all again tomorrow! AHAHAHAHA—“

“Calm down…” Bonbon soothed, “What he means to say is it gets pretty lonely down here… It’s hard for us to keep being happy, too…”

The human looked up at the towering animatronic from their sitting position with a new spark in their eyes. Damn… You didn’t realize the robots would be having the same crisis as you. Now you were curious…

“So…What do you both do at night when I’m not here?”

“Well… We try to get some slee—“

“Wait for someone else to come play with us of course!” The bear cut off the rabbit, “As long as someone is here to distract me, I forget the pain for a little while!”

“That doesn’t always work, Freddy… It helps sometimes, but the best thing we can do is take care of ourselves and rest so we can keep going another day.” Bonbon looked to the guard, “Maybe you need to recharge and sleep too?”

“But that’s boringggg!” The larger funtime groaned, “Can’t we play a game instead?! I want to play chase! That will wake us all up!”

“Freddy, our guard friend isn’t in the mood for games tonight… Don’t you remember how it feels when you’re battery is low and you don’t want to play anymore?”

“…Yes…” The bear answered with the tone of a pouting child, before laughing, “It’s okay though! When that happens the silly voice in the walls says we aren’t performing at capacity and gives us zaps until I feel happy again!”

Wait, is that why he immediately went to try and shock you earlier?! You were surprised by how much his sadistic behavior suddenly made sense given that grim context…

“Sorry, guys… It’s only been a week and I am already slipping…” You growled in anger at yourself, “I didn’t mean to—“

“What are you apologizing for?!” Freddy blinked, becoming cheerful again in an unstable sort of way, “It’s okay to be out of battery! I mean… Everyone runs out eventually, right?!”

“Yeah, I-I guess…?”

“So, take a moment to recharge! Do something that zaps you with energy and makes you feel ALIVE—“

“Or take it slow.” Bonbon added tentatively.

“Slow sounds good…” You nodded, “Can I just sleep in here?”

“A sleepover?! Of course you can!” Freddy beamed, “Baby can make the voice in the walls be quiet too! I can go ask her—“

“It seems my audio is malfunctioning—“ Hand Unit blurted, “I will be offline momentarily…”

“Oh, Baby! She’s always listening!” The bear giggled.

“Shhh. Our friend is already falling asleep…” Bonbon whispered.

You were made uneasy by that last statement about Baby, but you passed out before you could really process the implications of it… God were you really falling asleep in this dangerous place? Yes… Yes you were.

[kabra-malvada]

✨️🍕JACKES🍕✨️

Meet the "Make your own pizza" area attendant!

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• Re purposed funtime animatronic.

• DCA Prototype (the DCAs are based on this design, just roll with it lol).

• 7'5 tall, a little shorter than the DCAs, helpful for overseeing tables/kids. Their original purpose as a rental Animatronic was to help kids make their own pizza/entretain them.

• Possible Y/N incert (an idea for a fic I have hehe)

• First time experiencing autonmy/self awareness. They have really mixed feelings about it. (Instead of programing them they just got updated to have a personality like the others at the plex).

🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕

Might have a drabble for them already as a y/n ough-

[dianasaurusrex102]

Maybe it gets better (I could wait it would be my pleasure) Pt. 2.5

Authors Note and CW’s under the cut :D

Author’s note: Didn’t want to keep y’all waiting for too terribly long so here’s a little Drabble that takes place between chapter 1 and 2!! Actively working on the 3rd chapter so please stay tuned, and even though I may disappear I’ll always come back with updates/answers for questions lol

Content Warning(s): NSFW content, female reader and anatomy, the usually insane amount of pet names, this is basically just aftercare and character building

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You leaned against the communal kitchen counter via Ballora’s request, your eyes stuck on the dirty tile in front of you as you tried to quell your nerves. 

The distinct hum and fizzle of the electric kettle echoed off the walls- yet your mind was more focused on other things.

”Perfect, just perfect.” Ballora cooed with great enthusiasm from her position behind you, just out of sight. Despite this, her presence was never forgotten as she firmly massaged the backs of your thighs.

”And here I thought I was the pervert for offering to clean her up the first time.” Funtime Foxy said with a sharp smile, imposing his presence beside you with long nails scratching at your scalp.

”You are a pervert Foxy, I’m just helping calm her body down after you boys were too rough with her. And need I remind you that some of us can’t see? I need to be a little handsy to know what I’m doing.”

”A sound argument indeed, but I wouldn’t think you need to grope her ass for this long just to find her panties”

“Just goes to show us girls do everything better, you wouldn’t know proper foreplay if it hit you in the face.”

“Foreplay? I thought this was cleaning her up-“

”Guys?” Your weathered voice had a subliminal whine for them to stop their bickering. The strain of being bent over on your tippy toes after a night of unspeakable actions showing itself with the subtle spasm of your muscles.

”Right. Sorry Honey.” Ballora apologized smoothly. “Foxy, a towel please?” Her fingers dragged your underwear down to where your pants were already pooled uselessly with all the casualness in the world. 

The grossness of being half naked on the counter of a communal kitchen wasn’t lost on you, you were sober enough to experience a little shame over your indecent position yet too exhausted to deny your animatronic companions their offer to get their hands on you again.

Foxy hummed in response but didn’t make an outwardly effort to move, staying in his casual slouch for a couple seconds before exaggeratedly rolling his eyes.

”Foxy stop being sassy, get the towels or get out” Foxy managed to look even more unimpressed at Ballora’s ultimatum,

“Someone’s in a mood” He reached for one of the gray microfiber towels beside him, passing it to Ballora’s beckoning hand. 

“We’re in a time crunch, Freddy can’t keep Baby distracted forever.” Ballora huffed, “Not to mention that the morning technicians will be clocking in soon.” Foxy seemed to only be half listening to her monologue, slotting into his previous position; only now he gently herded your left arm to wrap around his torso in a loose half hug.

”45 minutes is enough time to sneak Y/N out, I promise no one will touch your precious princess” Foxy joked in an effort to lighten the mood, knowing exactly what to say to quell Ballora’s nerves. You let out a small squeak at the feeling of dry, bordering on rough towel gingerly touching your sensitive folds, subconsciously making you  slot your head as closer to Foxy and tightening your grip on him.

”I know it feels weird Y/N, just stay relaxed honey, it’ll be over soon.” Ballora soothed, scrunching the now damp towel in a scooping motion.

”I- can just do this myself-“ You gritted out as your cheeks warmed up with embarrassment. This seemed like an unnecessary job that Ballora didn’t really have to do, not to mention the fact that the act of getting cleaned up was considerably less smutty than what you imagined.

“Absolutely not, aftercare is a necessary step after sex.” Ballora said, “I’d be going against my programming if I just let you walk out like this. You’d be uncomfortable and leaking all over the place. Not that that would be your fault dear, I’m more inclined to blame Foxy for your current state”

”Hey! I followed through with aftercare programming, this is all Freddy’s doing.” Foxy protested, returning to his task of petting your head as you nuzzled impossibly closer to his warmth.

“Then why, pray tell, am I cleaning up strawberry and cola scented lubricant?”

”The supply closet only had so many rags, if I used them all then we’d raise some alarms.”

”Sounds like you just wanted to mark your territory.” Ballora huffed an annoyed breath, you were about to make another complaint for them to not start an argument before Ballora made a seemingly purposeful roll on your clit. 

Your body reacted immediately, curling away from her touch while your left foot kicked back involuntarily. 

“Sorry!” Your apology was immediate, internally cursing your body for acting without your input.

”It’s all right Y/N, I thought some stimulation would calm your body down but it seems you’re a bit more spent than I realized.” Ballora calmly explained while her free hand traced down to knead at your calf, staying there for a minute before raising up to your back. “Okay princess we’re almost done, I’m going to need you to bear down for me.”

Bear down? You were momentarily confused by her words before you remembered that the majority of the… mess was indeed inside of you.

“Guuuuh-“ Was the only response you could manage as most of you brain power was being used to fight the humiliation building up in your throat. You guessed that this was a part of your sexual education, the art of being comfortable with the less attractive parts of sex. 

Ballora’s hand on your back gave an encouraging push down to urge you to follow her orders, your muscles clenched in a desperate attempt to get this over with as soon as possible. 

“Hey it could be worse!” Foxy piped up, he playfully extended a foot to nudge at Ballora’s knee. “You could have an animatronic that can actually see, which was actually my first idea but emotional support suits me well.”

”Don’t go inflating your ego too much Foxy, then there’d be no space for the rest of us.” Came Ballora’s witty response, tone airing closer to teasing than actual annoyance.

”And- There-“ Ballora enunciated, punctuating each word with a firm wipe of the towel. “We- Go! Perfectly clean, no thanks to Funtime Foxy.”

”Let’s see you try to find the towels next time you blind bat.” Despite the biting tone of his comeback Foxy accepted the thoroughly soiled towel when Ballora  handed it to him. He gave your head one last pat with his free hand before going to dispose of the health hazard.

You eased yourself off your toes, giving a tired laugh when Ballora leaned in to press a warm kiss to your thigh. Standing up straighter, you picked up your discarded undergarments with as much grace as you could muster; And as if to sound the end of your hazing-but-not-hazing-ritual, the kettle gave a sharp beep to signify the water was done boiling.

”Water’s ready, shame this night couldn’t have stretched on just a little longer” Ballora murmured.

[chibysmiley]

ChibySmiley's Fic Update

Hello tumblr, long time no update!

I'm just gonna toss in the links to my fics that I haven't posted here yet in one go, so have at it! :D

First up: BkDk Fic about Katsuki's birthday being celebrated at the hospital because Izuku can't seem to keep himself out of trouble. It's a short drabble, but I still enjoyed writing it nonetheless :) (Rated G and SFW)

Hospital Birthday Celebrations - ChibySmiley - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

NEXT: For the BNHA Planet Exchange, have some EraserMic Cat Hybrid shenanigans. First time writing these two as the main couple and characters, but it was still fun to do ^_^ (Rated G and SFW)

The Cats In The Cradle - ChibySmiley - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

Now I got two fics for the Hidden Gems: BNHA Rare Pair Exchange! One is a DabiBaku (Rated E and NSFW) where they have some fun times in a locker room. The other is an IidaChako fluffy love confession story (Rated G and SFW)! Both were fun to do! :3

Spring Break Funtimes - ChibySmiley - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

Spring Showers Makes Love Bloom - ChibySmiley - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

NEXT: For the BNHA Daddy Reverse Bang, here's some BkDk Omegaverse fluff about them being new parents to their new pup~ ^_^ (Rated G and SFW)

Daddy's Little Pup - ChibySmiley - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

The next one: Straight out of a Hallmark movie lol, here's some BkDk meeting each other for the first time on a cruise ship. This was for the Risk it All: A BNHA Gambling Flash Bang! I had a fun time writing this one :D (Rated E and NSFW)

Lay Your Cards Down (Down, Down, Down) - ChibySmiley - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

LAST BUT NOT LEAST: For the Problematic Big Bang (Rated E, DDDNE AND FOR ALL THAT IS GOOD, READ. THE. TAGS. PEOPLE.), here's some BkDk and Katsuki's obsession with Izuku going into overdrive (in this one, Katsuki is 40 and Izuku is 18) :3

Unnatural Attraction - Chapter 1 - ChibySmiley - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

So that's it. And please note that I have put down what is SFW and what is not, so please keep that in mind when you click the links above.

Otherwise, I hope you all enjoy them :)

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

Instead of writing about taxes I wrote a drabble of Maurice getting mentally tormented by CTW Funtime Freddy for a free write in my finances class :D

[fazforce]

I love your Funfred headcanons so much

do you take requests?

thanks :') yes and no, depending on the request

I don't mind doing headcanons but it depends on the character. I'm doing better with Funtime Freddy and probably the Toys and Glamrocks than, for example, the Nightmare animatronics. not saying I won't give it a try but they most likely won't be as good bc I don't really think about certain characters that much if at all tbh

I won't do drabbles and most likely not anything reader related. it's just something I'm not good at. won't do anything nsfw either

also while I accept headcanon requests, this blog isn't made specifically for it. it's more for rbing fnaf content and posting my silly thoughts so I won't clutter my mutuals' dash by putting it all on my main. if I don't accept a certain request or taking longer with one I don't want anyone to get upset bc, again, that's not what the blog is for

[cloudbattrolls]

Drabble plans aside from plots:

Doroch piece (them retrieving Aralin's item (bracer?) that I forgot and cannot double check rn, love you discord)

Sazuud piece (she investigates Steve, realizes she does need her descendants' help)

Ria piece (doubles as their intro and a way to show how things are in Selatak/Bukit Berongga after But Never A Key)

Panzen piece (his intro + in part a reaction to the Ria piece)

Gliese/Crista piece (shadow blob funtimes)

[gamequeenanya]

29 w/ Funtime Foxy and A as well?

Funtime Foxy and A:

"Someone told me your little secret"

A froze at the fox who whispered that from behind him. "W-w-what do you m-mean?"

"You know what I mean…" Funtime Foxy purred. And he wiggled his claws next to his hips, to tease him.

"Eeep!" A couldn't move. His face turned red.

"Aww, does someone not want to get away…? Then you know what that means. It's showtime!" Funtime Foxy struck, getting his hips for real.

A's squeals and wild laughter erupted from within him, filling the whole room and alerting other animatronics of the noise.

Soon, A got his fill of the tickles, and the other animatronics got their show. Everybody wins!

[royaletiquette]

❛  are  you  doing  alright ?  ❜ [ for Hibiko ]

Questioning Minds / @nezumivc103221​

Despite the rush to leave much earlier than usual, the princess still seemed to arrive when the play that evening already ended. The last of the crowd was still either making their way down to the bar or leaving. Disappointed but not surprised, she assumed there was enough time to kill before Nezumi was done changing.

Hibiko had, frankly, felt she learned her lesson in rushing him after a performance. She was comfortable enough that, while the actors were still busy making their way to join the crowd, she was able to keep conversation with some of the more familiar faces, asking about the play and what she missed. Hibiko kept to herself, enjoying the rarity of watching the group of people trickle in, the bar slowly grow in volume and capacity. 

People watching.

Once the performers and Nezumi started coming out, it was clear the rush of the stage was still coursing through them. Hibiko kept her seating away from the chaos, a happily distant and observant eye. Her stare was bouncing between everyone, whoever managed to earn the attention, a couple times meeting Nezumi’s as he likely did the same. She would make sure to flash a smile as a quiet hello, though it seemed to only call him over.

Perhaps he assumed she was pouting for not having his attention. Maybe he wanted her to join in the loud fun. Or he assumed she was having a bad day and was pushing forward a smile to not ruin the mood, and didn't want to be at the center of it all. Perhaps she was making it all up and enjoyed the fake concern that Nezumi was actually pushing to mock the princess attempting to give in to the background.

"I'll be okay I think." Hibiko answered with a heavy sigh, faking her sad doe eyes. As typical, unable to keep back a smile at the mockery of herself, or the assumed perception of her. "I'll try not to wither away from starving for your attention. I could go for another drink if you’re feeling generous, but I assumed there was another sonnet or two you were gonna quote first."

[ridearockox]

Towntrey Drabble Thingie I

"Where do you think you're going?" Roger called out to Pete, his brow creased. "We're not fucking done here!"

"Yes, we are fucking done, Roger." Pete spat out, not bothering to turn to him as he spoke. However, his raging blue eyes were back on Roger when he felt short, firm fingers wrap around his wrist. "Roger, if you don't let go of my bloody arm…"

"Look at me while I'm talking to you and then I don't have to grab your arm like a bloody ki-" Roger's words were cut short when Pete slammed him against the wall. The movement was so sudden and rough it took the air out of Roger's lungs for a brief moment, his eyes going wide.

"Roger, I'm just so, sooo tired of you." Pete's voice sounded low and dangerous, the air between him and Roger becoming thick with tension. With a large hand splayed over Roger's chest, Pete kept him against the wall as he glared right into his eyes.

Staring up, Roger felt his fingers tighten around Pete's thin wrist. Despite his less than impressive build, Pete more than towered over him, and the hand on his chest made him seem even bigger. Roger swallowed dryly, the silence between them almost unbearable.

"Are you gonna punch me?" Roger squeezed Pete's arm, his tone defiant.

"Why? Do you fucking want it? Is that it?" Pete's voice got louder, as he pressed his hand harder against Roger. "Is that why you're always pissing me off?" Pete grabbed Roger by the collar in a brusque manner, his face and ears red from anger.

"You don't have the guts to do that." Roger's words were followed by a mocking half-smile and he watched Pete's eyes grow almost hazy with rage. His heart was thumping inside his chest the more Pete's grip tightened on the fabric of his shirt, his hands shaking. He knew he was pushing Pete past the limit, and he wouldn't be surprised if this was the breaking point for him. The moment he finally snapped and threw a punch back.

And Roger was maybe too young or too stupid to think of that as a bad thing.

The moment Pete's clenched fist made contact with his face, Roger almost immediately let go of his wrist in surprise. He moved his hand to the side of his face and his gaze snapped back to Pete. The mark of the punch was pretty visible in his face, and it stung. More than Roger anticipated from a guy with Pete's physique.

With his arm now free, Pete made a point of grabbing Roger's collar again, with both hands this time, shoving him against the wall once more.

"There. I got the guts. Now what?" It was Pete's turn to sound defiant, the imprint of his fist on Roger's face emboldening him. He held Roger up firmly, keeping his feet almost off the ground as he did so.

Another silence followed Pete's words, brief this time. The quietness between them was broken when Roger's laugh filled the empty studio.

"Didn't even fucking feel it." Roger saw Pete's eyes go wide for a moment before narrowing again, the crease in his brow almost splitting his forehead in half. The sight of Pete's face burning with rage caused Roger to feel something strange yet familiar on the bottom of his stomach.

So close to Roger's face, Pete could catch every detail of his expression, from the dimples framing his cocky grin to the short lashes around his bold blue eyes. And for a moment he gripped on Roger's shirt much tighter.

Pete's mind raced through a series of thoughts on how to wipe that arrogant smile off Roger's face. However he settled on giving him another punch, this time smack dab in the middle of Roger's stomach. The impact and surprise caused Roger to let out a sudden, strangled noise, body folding and hands covering his abdomen on reflex.

Roger's gaze snapped back to Pete's face and his knitted brows, his eyes icy and still seeping with anger. Pete stood there in front of him with a trembling, clenched fist, and Roger braced himself for a third punch that never came. Spouting something under his breath that Roger could barely understand, Pete turned once more to leave. Roger didn't stop him this time around.

With his eyes staring daggers at Pete's back, Roger watched him disappear out the door of the studio.

Roger let out a sigh that was stuck in the back of his throat as his back slid down the wall, his hand still covering the sore spot on his stomach. He sat on the floor and took a few deep breaths, running his fingers through his hair.

He had to calm himself down if he wanted to have any hope of leaving the studio without a very obvious bulge in his pants.

[hideawayintheimaginationworld]

Not so Silly Millie.

Un, Deux, Trois.

She couldn’t look at French things the same ever since, even hearing random words from the language made her skin crawl in a way she couldn’t really describe.

This was a stupid idea.

Millie had wanted time to herself to enjoy something and asked Lefty if she could watch the classic scary movie that was playing on TV late, Lefty nodded agreeing since it wasn’t a school night, telling her he wanted her to go to bed immediately after the movie was finished.

Lefty had officially gone to bed at 10:30 pm, with Fetch following behind him, Millie at one point did see Hazel go into Lefty's room, then she emerged shortly after with Lefty, Millie figured the ten year old had a nightmare and Lefty took her back to bed.

One part of Millie reasoned that Hazel's trauma wasn’t as bad as hers, but she remembered Lefty had scolded her for comparing her trauma to Alec, saying that he was “never in any danger unlike me”, she was unaware until later that when Alec left dinner at that point that he went to cry in his bed, because Millie's comment brought up bad memories.

She did apologise though.

It was hard to be more sensitive now because she never had to be. It wasn’t exactly walking on egg shells but still everyone needed to have a level of respect and couldn’t deliberately attack each other for the events of what happened to them, all of which varied but all had an encounter with an animatronic being centre to the event.

Un, Deux, Trois.

The movie was nearly over when she saw.... him.

It was scratching at the window, Millie had froze immediately, she only turned briefly to see blue glowing eyes.

She knew who it was.

He found her.

She sunk down on the sofa, not wanting it to see her, she was worried that would provoke him to break in.

He was rattling the door handle, trying to get in, unaware behind the front door was three locks and Lefty had talked about getting a keypad door lock that would require a passcode to unlock the door.

The door handle also had a little spell casted on it to repel those animatronics.

Millie knew it was electrocuted when it howled in agony and stopped trying to open the door by the handle, she didn’t feel bad it was causing itself pain, it deserved to suffer.

Even though the curtains of the window were closed, Millie was too scared to move, she couldn’t help but shake, wondering the what if’s.

What if it broke in through the window? What if it kidnapped her? Would Lefty know she's missing? Would Lefty be able to rescue her for the second time? Would Lefty find her before she was killed? What if it comes in and kills everyone? What if Lefty doesn’t hear anything?

All these awful thoughts had paralysed her.

What if it kills her somewhere else? What if he leaves her for dead somewhere? It could kill her in any way it wished. It could shove her off a building, throw her in front of a train, bury her alive in dirt, it could suffocate her, choke her and leave her body, then Lefty would discover she's dead much later, and he'd be too late.

She knew he was waiting for a really long time, she lowered herself down on the sofa, laying down, looking around, terrified, she was scared if that thing saw her, it would break in and kill her immediately before Lefty got the chance to get downstairs.

“Please... just go away...” Her voice was barely a whisper, she didn’t know who she was talking to, she didn’t want “Funtime Freddy” as Lefty called him to know she lived here.

Tears began streaming down her face.

Un, Deux, Trois.

She gasped and clasped her hands on her neck in a blind panic, she swore that for a single moment she lost her head, that the blade took it off in a foul swoop, she was so relieved that she was still in one piece.

She shook her head, she kept crying, she didn’t want to seem like a pathetic child crying to Lefty because of a shadow at the window.

She pulled her knees to her chest and put her head down, wanting to just disappear so this monster would leave her alone.

She didn’t want to die.

She wasn’t even an adult yet.

She didn’t live a life she thought was great yet.

She just wanted to live freely.

Was that too much to ask?

Millie had felt an intruding presence, before she knew it, a cold nose pressed up against her forehead, she immediately pulled her head up, being face to face with none other than Fetch.

The dog belonged to Greg, Greg apparently had the dog before he was officially taken in by Lefty, and Lefty had already knew who Fetch was and realised later he technically had an “owner”.

When her face appeared, Fetch pressed his cold nose against her forehead again, she backed away in disgust.

“Quit it.”

Fetch sat in front of her, looking like a confused child, it was more like a real dog than anything, the thing even liked playing “Fetch” with a stick or a ball.

“Go away, shouldn’t you be asleep?” She asked him, he knew the dog understood her so they was no reason why it should be still here unless it was deliberately ignoring her, which the thought of it annoyed her.

Fetch took a step towards her like he was testing the waters, Millie's face soured at the dog, she didn’t hate the dog but she didn’t want to be seeing it right now. Fetch understood that because he backed away.

“Millie?”

She looked left to the stair case and saw Lefty, who looked very surprised, Fetch immediately ran to his side.

“What are you doing up so early?” He asked.

“Early??” Millie looked around, her sleep deprived brain failed to realise there was some obvious daylight in the room, it was either six or seven in the morning.

She had been here all night.

She had been awake all night because she was scared.

Funtime Freddy probably left hours ago and she was too scared to realise.

Silly Millie.

More like Stupid Millie.

Fetch let out a sound that sounded like an quiet inquisitive howl, he pushed Lefty's hand slightly with his snout.

“I'll feed you in a minute, Fetch,” Lefty told him, he briefly pet him, then Fetch walked into the kitchen and sat near where his food dish was, patiently waiting.

Lefty looked concerned about Millie, “Millie... did you even go to bed?”

Un, Deux, Trois.

“Millie?”

Millie realised he asked a question.

She couldn’t really lie.

“If you don’t tell me, then I’m gonna leave you alone, I can’t help you if you won’t talk to me,” Lefty said.

Millie had realised recently her life was almost like a series of choices.

This was yet another one.

Count the Ways of how stupid you are.

Un, Deux, Trois.

“I.... I think I saw Funtime Freddy last night.... and I was too scared to move because I thought it would see me...”

“What like outside?” Lefty turned his head to the window, the curtains were drawn shut but he saw daylight coming though, he couldn’t see any evidence that Funtime Freddy got inside, knowing if he did, he would have left something like a massive foot print or even damage on a window or door, then again Funtime Freddy was smart enough to not cause a loud racket as Lefty would immediately wake from a deep sleep, either hearing it or hearing Fetch barking madly in his ears to alert him.

“I might have imagined it,” Millie immediately said.

“But that doesn’t invalidate your fear,” Lefty argued, not wanting her to downplay it, he walked over to her and stood in front of her, she thought it was ironic that the one who looked gothic and would talk about death, was the one who promoted life.

“You didn’t move because you thought Funtime would see you and break in to kill you, fear can do things to people, I've seen it, you've seen it... you saw Helpy went to go hide under the stairs once, you also saw Greg hiding from his father when he showed up, you would remember when Foxy appeared, Pete didn’t want to leave the house, he was worried about getting cursed again, he was worried about Foxy grabbing him when no one was looking. Even Ralpho got scared by the storm the other night, he wouldn’t admit it but he was showing the typical behaviour. Fear is a natural thing, when you fear something, you actually fear what could happen, what might happen, you were scared Funtime Freddy would go psychotic if he saw you...”

Lefty grabbed her shoulder, “Millie, your fear is rational, you fear what Funtime Freddy would do if given the chance, it is equivalent to fearing what a deranged person with a weapon might do, Funtime Freddy will always twist anything to suit his selfish urge to rob innocent people of their lives, it's sick and demented logic,” Lefty growled talking about the white and pink bear, he was thankful Helpy was only inspired with the colour palette and not a psychopath personality.

“I believe any fear is valid, if there is a reason to fear it. What I fear is that if I was not informed or accidentally missed a detail... something could happen.”

“Is that why there's three locks on the front door?” Millie asked.

“Two for good measure, the third buys time,” Lefty responded.

“I guess that's... good..”

“Hey Millie, listen, What defines us is how well we rise after falling, I believe in that, I remember you wrote poetry to express emotion, why don’t you keep doing that? You have a talent.”

“I actually still do write poetry,” Millie didn’t share what she was writing, but she kept her book in her room, she hasn’t exactly hidden it but it wasn’t in plain sight either, she trusted Lefty wasn’t looking through it whenever he was home alone while she was with friends like Hannah, Dylan and Brooke.

“Nothing about death or do I need to take you to a therapist again?” Lefty frowned.

“No...”

Lefty could tell she answered honestly, “Death shouldn’t be the self destruct button, life isn’t perfect, neither am I... but there is too much you would miss out on if you died young...” Lefty responded.

Millie nodded.

“Now Millie, you haven’t slept... how about you go to bed and I’ll let you sleep as long as you need, sleep is important.”

“I don’t think I would be able to sleep...” Millie muttered, she was still bothered, sometimes she was scared she'd wake up inside the bear again, trapped against her will, with no one hearing her screams for help.

“Oh... well...” Lefty looked like he was trying to brainstorm a solution, he then focused his attention back on the black haired girl, “I have some methods I can use... what interests you?”

Millie listened as he listed off some options, which included some magic methods, she preferred instead of listening to Funtime Freddy listing off ways to die, Lefty was listing ways for her to have a peaceful rest without nightmares.

Millie settled on the option of the “Sleepy Tea” as Ralpho once stupidly named it, she had seen the effects for herself as Alec, was an insomniac who was usually having it regularly and she had seen the steady transition, from the slight drowsiness, the amount of time it took to blink.

True to what she also heard, the tea didn’t really have a distinctive flavour, everyone said it tasted differently, Millie could taste a subtle vanilla flavour which didn’t overpower but it lingered.

She watched Lefty making coffee and he was deciding breakfast for the day when she noticed the moments she was blinking, everything would go dark, then it was normal, then dark.

“Go and have a nice sleep, when you wake up, I'll make you something nice to eat...” Lefty held out his hand, obviously for her to take it, so she did, she noticed how much bigger his paw... hand was.

He slowly guided her, trying to not trip her over the stairs, he turned the corner and brought her into her room, she immediately walked to bed, getting under her blanket and falling asleep quickly.

Lefty then turned and left saying;

“Life can be full of pain and tragedy...

But it is also magical and if you shall blink,

You might miss the greatest moments of your life,

I hope you will fall in love with being alive again Millie...”

[exxxceed]

He doesn’t know how long he’s been staring. He can’t remember exactly when it first appeared. But he recognizes it eventually. Those lost, blue eyes. That mop of unkempt white hair.

It’s him.

When he was a child. Maybe about ten or eleven. There’s a bruise around his eye and blood dripping from a cut on his swollen lip. And he’s lying on the ground, cheek pressed to the sidewalk, shoulders rising and falling slowly - matching him breath for breath.

He remembers - he thinks - being young, and feeling helpless. Hearing all the other children at school call him names. Trying to stand up for himself in the face of their taunting and abuse. He remembers - he thinks - watching his parents die at the hands of rogue demons, and not being able to do anything but scream. Not being able to do anything but cry and shake as Credo had pulled him and Kyrie from the carnage.

He remembers - he thinks - vowing to never be that helpless or useless again. To do what he could to stand up for himself, and for everyone who needed it. All those who couldn’t stand up for themselves.

.....

The air is still and windless, and the child lifts its gaze. They stare at each other in the darkened street....

... and Nero does nothing.

[springtrapsgf]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓...

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lolbit

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