#ehehehehe *squishes*

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important

[vee-isaweirdartist]

hugs you

BEJGKWNCKWNEMIIIII SORRY FOR SEEING THIS LATE<3333

HERE HERE, HAVE A EPIC THE MUSICAL OC SKETCH IN COMPENSATION

[berrysquared]

trick or treat!!

i have something for u 2!!!!

A treat? For me?? Oh thank you so much!!!

Here, in return you can have this very normal looking, definitely not branded candy bucket! Don’t ask me where I got it from. Happy Halloween!!!

[miam0re]

Aftercare(2) | Side Characters

Warning: Implied sex? Implied rough sex, overstimulation;

Pairing: Diavolo, Solomon, Simeon, Barbatos X Fem!Reader (separate)

Summary: How he takes care of you after he's fucked you nice and hard 

Mia’s Notes: Back to writing after months wow this feels good!! Also what title should I use for Obey Me characters who are not the demon brothers? Is Side Characters fine or...is there another word for them. Also for anyone wanting to know if I’ll write anything for Mephisto or Raphael...I don’t know them?? Like they probably show up much MUCH later in the story (or in some events) But I don’t have much information to work on. So right now...not gonna write for them.

Hope you like this mwah mwah

(ALSO not proofread....eheheheh)

You can find the Demon Brothers version on my blog!!

Diavolo is always trying his best to be gentle with you, treating you like his sweet little princess

But can’t help it if he gets pussy drunk on how tight and warm you are. Next thing you know, he’s pounding into you like a demon in heat. Wowzie

Insides and outsides both covered in cum, you’re quivering in his hold as he’s rocking you from side to side, calming your little sobs

He makes it a point to communicate with you, asking you what all you enjoyed, what you didn’t enjoy and what he could do to make you feel good (no, not only in the bedroom sense)

Tell him all the places it hurts and he’ll rub the pain away, making note to be careful of the position that made you ache so much 

Most of all, he loves to hear you tell him that he was good to you, and he will reciprocate your words, praising you with words from all three realms 

“My Queen, I will do everything to see that gorgeous smile on your face. I love you…so please tell me, how you want me to show it.”

A cheeky sorcerer always finds the best ways to put his spells to use, and Solomon thinks the bedroom to be the best place to…play around 

Sense depriving spells, spells that would have you cumming again and again, after effects of magic are sure to follow the bedroom activities 

Sub-drop is sure to happen when he overstimulates you with magic, but magic also happens to be a good cure for head ache and body pains 

You’re in his hold, head on his shoulder as he murmurs a foreign language in your ear, rousing you to fall asleep as magic tingles over your bruised skin, colouring them its original blush 

His fingers caress the curve of your spine, the drag of his magical fingers relieving the pains you felt 

More than that, his spell chanting sounds like a lullaby with the little kisses he’s sure to dot around your face and neck after every verse, making you sleepy…so sleepy…

Perhaps that is one of the spells he used ;)

“Time for you to rest, my Darling. Tonight has been quite fun. Oh? Asleep already? You didn’t even hear me say I love you.”

His touch is truly angelic. Nothing short of the most soulful and affectionate moments spent with Simeon worshiping your body for the night 

He doesn’t know it, but he makes a mess of your insides. Ah but he only notices the mess he’s made of you outside :p

With your head resting on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeats, he busies himself with massaging your head and fixing your hair

He’s putting pressure on all the right spots on your scalp, blunt nails running through your hair making you sigh and hum in happiness

Your temples, the spot behind your ear, the nape of your neck- he’s giving all of it attention until you melt on top of him

His fingers curl in the tangled locks of your hair, combing your hair smooth and there’s something so oddly satisfying about having him separate your hair into parts and twist them into a braid 

When he’s done playing with your hair, he’s pressing multiple kisses to the top of your head and hugging your shoulders tight, squishing you closer to himself

“I love you, my Angel. Would you like me to massage your head some more? Anything to make you feel loved.”

His tail is slithering down your legs and by the way you moan in exhaustion, Barbatos realises that he may have overstimulated you a tad too much

Worry not, acts of service are this demon’s specialty and you are his top priority right now 

Once you’re all clean and robed in the silk blankets, thanks to him, he’s excusing himself to prepare something for you 

No later, in front of you is a tray with baked dessert and a tea blend from his private collection

While blowing the steaming liquid and holding the cup to your lips, he tell you that this tea will make you feel better and help with any form of fatigue, helping you take small sips while brushing your hair out of your eyes

And who can say no to desserts, especially when they’re being hand fed to you, your lips being lovingly wiped off crumbs after every bite, don’t mind him if he uses his lips for that a few time ;p

“Is it to your liking, my Lady? I love you quite a lot and wish for you to feel good, so please, don’t hold back and tell me what you want of me.”

[sinful-lanterns]

OML I JUST FINISHED THE YAO AND DU RUO EVENT. THAT WAS SO GOOD EHEHEHEH 🤭

SPOILERS FOR THE ODE TO SUN EVENT:

Teeheehee… Miss Du Ruo is so pretty. I can see why she was super popular in CN servers…she’s so sly and cunning, and her voice is so sexy.I want Du Ruo to finger me so badddd >:(

Also also! Yao is such a cutie! I did her interrogation and I find it cute how Chief is practically her adoptive parent. Big bird is adorable *kiss* I want to pepper her face in kisses and squish her cheeks. Clueless bird woman who means well but doesn’t know how to convey it 🥺

ALSO.

I DIDNT EXPECT DEREN AND OWO TO MAKE A CAMEO LMAO. I guess since they were the previous half anniversary sinners, they wanted to make a little guest appearance. AGHHHH THIS EVENT HAD ALL MY FAVES 😖

[flufffilleddonut]

Lieutenant’s Laughter

Summary - Tired of Lute’s bland responses to his attempts at humour, Adam takes it upon himself to make his Lieutenant laugh.

Word Count - 730

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Adam and Lute were in Heaven, walking through one of the realm’s lesser populated areas. The more casual nature of their stroll prompted Lute to leave her helmet behind, yet her typical, stoic demeanor remained.

“Can you believe that, Lute?! HAHA-” Adam laughed boisterously, having just recounted a time he humiliated another angel that had attempted to one-up him.

“They were quite foolish, sir.” Lute said flatly with a nod.

Adam stopped in his tracks and turned to Lute, who halted in response.

“Seriously, Lute? I have been nothing but hilarious all day, and the biggest reaction you've given me is a nod! What’s the deal?!” Adam questioned.

“I assure you that your comedy is top notch, sir.” Lute responded calmly. “I just personally don’t have major, gleeful reactions like you. As Lieutenant of the Angelic Army, I do my best to keep my composure.”

“Well that’s stupid.” Adam said, clearly annoyed. “You need to lighten up, girly. Stop taking yourself so seriously. You rarely even smile!”

“I am comfortable with my current displays of amusement, and do not intend on altering them. Trust me, I find you quite entertaining, sir, even if I do not show it.” Lute said with a weak smile.

Adam huffed in response.

Lute turned, ready to continue walking, when she felt a sharp jab in her side. It was followed by another, and another.

Adam was repeatedly poking at her torso from all directions. Lute began batting at his hands.

“Sir! What are you doing?!” Lute questioned, beginning to get a bit frantic.

“Stay still! I’m testing something.” Adam said, focused.

“Sir!” Lute called out, doing her best to hit away Adam’s hands before they reached her. “This is very unprofessional!”

“Fine…” Adam said, pulling his hands away and folding his arms against his chest.

Lute turned once again to begin walking. This time, she felt fingers wiggling up against her sides.

“Adam!” Lute called out, gripping his wrists. This time, however, Adam was persistent.

“Nuh-uh~” He sang out, keeping up his attack. “I’m done with this. I need a laugh, and I need it now.”

Lute, unable to remove Adam’s hands, began giggling.

“Okahahay! Okahahay! Stahahap nohow!” She pleaded.

“Mmm, I don’t think so! I’ve waited long enough for this. I’m not ready to give it up quite yet.” Adam responded with a grin.

Adam then grabbed hold of Lute’s wrists, raised her arms into the air, pulled her close, and began squishing her stomach with his free hand. Lute squealed.

“Ahahadadam! Nohohoho! Ehehehehe!” She giggled out madly.

“Who’s my giggly little Lute? You are! You are!” Adam cooed, grinning deviously.

Lute flushed. Adam knew just how to fluster her, and she hated it.

“Adahaham! Quihihit ihihit! Ehehe!” Lute protested.

“Music to my ears~” Adam said, ignoring Lute’s pleas as she continued to giggle. “Ooh! Idea!”

Suddenly, Adam released Lute’s arms and scooped her up bridal-style. He began raking his nails across Lute’s stomach, imitating the sounds of his guitar.

“Bow-now-now-nownow! N-now-n-now-nownow!” Adam sang enthusiastically.

Lute’s giggles turned into full-fledged laughter.

“NAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA!” She laughed, holding onto Adam’s arm.

“You make a sweet guitar, Lute. You hit aaaall the high notes~” Adam teased.

He continued for a few minutes before slowing his hand to a stop.

As Lute was catching her breath, she felt something soft being grazed underneath her chin. Adam’s wing’s agonizingly slow movements kept a smile plastered on her face, as soft snickers spilled from her lips.

“Wow, Lute. I never knew you were this ticklish! I should have tried this a long time ago.” Adam said, pulling his wing away and placing Lute down onto the ground.

“Plehease don’t, sir.” Lute said as she studied herself.

“Oh hush, Lute. I could tell how much you were loving every second of that. Now, come on. We have places to be.” Adam said, making his way down the street.

Lute followed behind, attempting to hide her blushing face.

Despite her protests, Adam wasn’t wrong. She would have slaughtered anyone else who launched such an attack, playful or not, but, since it was Adam, she didn’t mind. It was also nice to be able to let her guard down for a bit.

As Lute walked alongside the first man, one thought filled her mind that she was unable to shake.

She hoped that Adam would make her laugh more often.

-

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hiiii could you maybe do some TADC with a stress toy like reader? like a squeaky toy almost, who doesn't mind and actually kinda enjoys being squeezed cuz it's like a tight hug? If not the whole cast maybe just Gangle, Pomni, n Zooble pls I just really like your hcs

Gangle, Pomni, and Zooble with a stress/squeaky toy reader!

EHEHEHEH i made a mocha Frappuccino today its very yummy suck it starbucks you suck as a company and make mid as shit coffee anyways i hope you enjoy this anon!

POMNI:

honestly i can kind of see pomni making squeaky noises when she gets crushed or squeezed or otherwise squished. to imagine you guys just hugging one another and just. you both make a squeaking sound LMAO. anyways i think pomni subconsciously squishes you, like doesnt fully realize shes doing it.. kind of gets a little embarrassed when you bring it up to her in a teasing tone.. please reassure her you dont actually mind and she can go right ahead with clinging onto you... probably more likely to squeeze you more after another day of trying to find an exit (and obviously not finding one)

ZOOBLE:

honestly i dont think they would use the fact that youre like a toy for the most part. zooble doesnt strike me as the type to like physical affection all that much, actually i dont think they like touch in general.. maybe thats just me projecting me aversions onto them but you know. srhugs. but every now and then you guys DO hug and cuddle.. probably jumps a little when they squeeze you a little too hard and earn a soft squeak from you.. probably ask if you made the sound with your mouth or something. cue them learning something new about you, unless they saw you make the sound after like. getting crushed during an IHA/j

GANGLE:

shes not strong enough to make you squeak/j ...though now that i think about it; does gangle have the same strength as she did when she was in her real body? or is she limited by her ribbons + some pity strength so she can actually support herself and her mask.. makes me wonder about the physics and rules of the digital world.. but thats off topic. i think that she would give you full body hugs, oddly very stressed (gee i wonder why, definitely not because of some rabbit/s)... its nice having someone around to let her vent her stuff out, usually hangs around you during free time and IHAs.. very nice, me thinks... building off of the possibility of her not being able to make you squeak i think it would be funny and sweet if you made the noise with your mouth (badly intimidating it, obviously).. its the thought that counts you know?

[brownhairedbookworm]

@agooberscanons replied to your post “@agooberscanons replied to your post...”:

"Oh! I guess I did, ehehehehe~?" Big hugs and squishes! And maybe even smooches! "Picked up some from you and students I've helped, ehehehehe~." Blink, blink. "Wait, we are also getting distracted that easy together, /mi amor/~!"

"I can't help it, you're so cuuuuuuute~ Mi solllll~" She giggles. "Okay, okay, no distracting. Just take your time, I'll let you think."

[doorrobloxstuff]

Eheheheh..I'm a bit worried about writin about ambush thanks to Kin stuff (if GODS FORBID..I find my canonmate Ambush i'd promptly turn into bone dust if they read this blog)

but Ambush has more then two brain cells help

I’m just gonna do Rush for now if anyone has any Ambush personality hcs I can glue into Ambush so I don’t accidentally write it similar to kin memories pls send them.

Buuuuut..

---

Y/N watched frost grow on the edges of a window. From the window they saw fluffy snow gently falling down and settling in big white mounds and hills.

They smiled nervously, snow was both..well..a blessing and a curse. Don’t get them wrong, they liked snow.

Snow brought joy.

They cherished the memory of little Dupe, Screech, Snare and Sally burrowing in a snowy white courtyard. Cheerful laughter filled the air as they tossed snowballs and made snow angels all while their chuckling parents watched on drinking warm cups of hot cocoa that Y/N had brought.

Figure always did make the silliest snow angels with those long arms of its.~

That, and this particular patch of snow marked the one year anniversary of when they came to the hotel. The three year anniversary since they met these wonderful, strange and beautifully brutal creatures and fell in love with one of them.

Snow also brought hunger.

They remembered Seek’s tired eyes. How stiff and brittle it seemed. What a battle it was to even get it to go out the door and when did it would not stop staring at them. But the way it did, it seemed..off. Sure, Seek was never the most jovial of creatures but something was definitely off.

They vaguely recalled its eyes seemingly growing veiny redness. How its cup was practically empty in only a few minutes and how uncomfortably close it had gotten to them.

How few and far between Its words had been..How Rush seemed to become more and more growly and intense.

Its massive hands firmly wrapping around their waist and pulling them closer to itself. “Don’t want that cute face of yours to gettin any frostbite!” It winked and gave them a little kiss that made them blush. Had it frowned a little? Why was it looking at Seek so hard..?

At the time, they just thought it was some weird joke but now..

As they pressed even further into their mind to recall how Halt getting in between them and Seek. How Seek profusely apologized later for seemingly no..reason?

They had always assumed it had just really liked the hot coca at the time..but now-..

They shook those memories away. It was winter again. Winter was here and it here it was robbing their partner and its children of potential food.. nobody comes in the middle of winter.

That…and that stupid fucking irritatingly blue light. What was it trying to prove? Its not like the entities have access to much else anyways!

They can’t make things worse by being selfish…even if that meant..

They sighed, turning their head away from the window. They plucked a small, glow in the dark band from off the table, secured it around their shoulder exiting the lobby to find Rush.

It wasn’t long before it found them. The dark hallways filled with distant, yet horrible screeches. To anyone else, these screams would’ve been absolutely frightening to hear. But to Y/N, those screams were absolute music to their ears.

Rush came to a screeching halt and advanced forward. For a few seconds, it seemed like the entity was about the attack with the soft glow of the armband driving it into even further excitement.

Its body wiggled and prepared to pounce.

WHOOMPH.

“Gotcha.~”

The next thing Y/N knew, they were pinned on the cold mahogany floor. Rush felt lighter then usual, and its eyes were wrinkled and tired but the mischievous twinkle in its eyes was still very much there.

"Hey there big guy..love squishing all the air out of me, huh?” They said with a smile, managing to pull a hand out from under themselves and reaching through it's fog to give it some scritches.

“Ah, sorry toots-” It carefully lifted its partner out from under its face.

“I’m doin fine, could be better with Dupe and Sally horking up the food like little vacuum cleanahs but eh, the lil rascals are hungry so I can’t blame em ya know?”

Rush set a hand on Y/N’s waist. “Soooo- honeybuns, I was thinkin-“ its eyes drifted over to a nearby window and narrowed. “Sally…quit eavesdropping!The adults are havin a private conversation!”

Y/N turned towards the window as child-like distorted giggles filled the air, but Sally was already gone with the wind.

Rush snickered. “Damn kids..speaking of em.. “

It’s voice grew nervous. “-Puddin..I wonderin if you’d uhhh..like to talk about somethin serious?

Y/N rubbed the back of their neck and took a sharp inhale through their nose.

“O-oh- yea it’s fine, is something wrong?”

“Nah, I just want to talk about..ya know, the big stuff? Like if ya want kiddos, or becomin spouses- or like..well..-“

Please mdon’t say it. Please don’t say it. Please. Don’t. Say it.

Y/N felt beads of sweat race down their nape. Rush’s eyes saddened a bit seeing their reaction. But it continued:

“Well, we’ve spent three years together.. that’s..that’s alota time..”

It pulled them even closer and looked down. Its smile wavering at the edges.

“Oh Rush..”

“And I have alot more time..while you only have so much to spend livin and then ya gone like you were ‘neva even there..I just..I’m not sayin now toots..but I’m just askin for an idea of a when or an if?”

Y/N took a moment, their nervous, sticky-sweaty palms reached for and were met with Rush’s large ones.

“I..I don’t want to be a leech..”

Rush’s eyes blinked in confusion, it’s best to remain serious. But it couldn’t help feeling stupid when the words slid out.

“…What’sa leech?”

Y/N smiled just the tiniest bit. It had forgotten how innocent the entities could be sometimes.

“It’s like- I- uh..I don’t want to be a drain on resources.”

“Y/N, why would ya think that..?”

“Rush, do you remember the winter we met..? When we had hot Coca and watched the kids make snow angels..?”

“Yea..I..I remember it.” It’s face fell further into a frown.

“Seek. Do you remember Seek as well? The way it looked at me Rush. That wasn’t..that wasn’t my friend standing there was it?”

Rush stood there silently, with a hand it pulled Y/N even closer to itself. The black fog emanating from it enclosing itself around Y/N.

“I was hoping you’d forget it.”

“I remember it..I don’t want you to become like that..I don’t want you to lose yourself and do something you’ll regret because you couldn’t even DO anything to stop it.”

Rush stayed silent. Its frown reaching the cold, wooden floor as it stared off into space. It felt as cold as the emptiness in its chest. Finally, it broke the silence as it it hissed and shook its head.

“Listen, that ain’t gonna happen. I’ll use a fuckin crucifix on myself if I have to.. just..it ain’t gonna happen. We’ll work something out okay?”

“You don’t know that..” Y/N murmured.

“Well, I uh..maybe I don’t. But having MY Y/N calling themself greedy? Nah. Not happening.”

Y/N sighed, burying their face into the entities fog. The comforting smell of charcoal dulled their senses. Tears stung at the edge of their eyes.

“I’m scared.” They whispered.

“Me too.”

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HURT COMFORT BUT ITS LESS HURT AND MORE COMFORT.

I had some difficulty ending this on a good note because during low food times the danger is very much real. So unfortunately the conflict here remains, that and the allergy meds are messing with me. I’ll make a part two of you guys want to.

Short of lying to Y/N (which would be unhealthy and I’m the fluff guy, not the angst guy!) there’s few things Rush can do to comfort them.

Rush Roblox doors isn’t the most emotionally intelligent creature either. Actually it’s a 50/50 on this lad, so..

[aweisz]

Me when ur Zephyr design ;

He just seems like a huggable person, I just wanna squish them man titties

-String

ehehehehe boobs

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[toxic-potions-productions]

Finally waking up, but at what cost?

Zoey: ...................

Dorky: *Exhales* Poor kid. *Looking around* Hmm.

Zoey: .............. *Pries eyes open*

Dorky: *Didn't notice*

Zoey: *Sits up* ...............Holy crap, I'm fucking starving.

Dorky: !!!!!!!!!!!!!! Zoey?!

Zoey: Uuugh. Yeah, that's my name. How long was I out?

Dorky: Uhh.......'bout a week. But, it's great to see you're okay, doll.

Zoey: Aheh. Thanks. But.......Do I know you?

Dorky: !!!!! (Ohh, right. I forgot about the amnesia she might get.) You don't remember me at all?

Zoey: Well, you look familiar. You sound familiar. *Squishes her cheeks* & you even feel familiar, so......maybe?? I don't know.

Dorky: Hmm. It's me, Dorky. Or, uhh, Octavia I guess.

Zoey: Awww, that's such a pretty name! & that nickname is adorable. It's nice to meet you, Octavia, I'm Zoey! ^^

Dorky: Uhh, that's not really what I mea-- y'know what, nevermind.

Zoey: Is something wrong?

Dorky: Uhh......not really? I mean, you remember everything that happened last month? & am I the only one you don't remember??

Zoey: Yeah, I do remember the puberty. & I also remember 39 & Plushie! I just don't remember you or anyone else that I might've known & only have a sense of familiarity to you. I'm sorry.

Dorky: No no, it's uh.....it's okay. Just some post-puberty amnesia, not a big deal. I'm sure I'll find a way to get those memories back. You even want them back, though??

Zoey: ........Hmm. I guess I could.

Dorky: Good enough for me. Let's get to it.

Zoey: Wait, I can't leave yet.

Dorky: Huh??

Zoey: I overheard that doctor lady say that I have to be on bedrest for a few days when I wake up.

Dorky: You mean Cindi?

Zoey: Yeah, her! Besides, my body hurts & I just don't feel like walking around right now.

Dorky: Hm. Alright, I get that.

Zoey: Heh. Thanks. .........I like your cheek heart, by the way. It looks really cool!

Dorky: Ehehe. Thanks, doll. You need anything?

Zoey: Something to eat, I'm hungry as fuck.

Dorky: Ehehehehe. Fair enough. I suppose anything would work, right?

Zoey: Just as long as it's edible, I don't care.

Dorky: Heh. You got it.

Zoey: Thank you! ^w^

Dorky: (Well, at least her personality & sense of humor didn't disappear like her memories.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Zoey Johnson is baaaaaaaaaaack!!

As she said, nothing can keep her down

@dorkygurl-89

[dazzlerazz]

HI HI HI RAZZ!!! i enjoy sooooo much i am the opposite of a hater.... god i love doodling and my friends love my doodles and ik you love my doodles ehehehehe

uh!! day has gone good and i have been called Cas a bunch irl and i feel happy about it!!

i hope you're doing okay!!!!! squishes you!!

FUCK YEAHHHHHH YOU GO DUDE I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!! LOVERS OF LIFE UNITE!!!!!!!!!!

[angelofrainfrogs]

Spend the Night: Ch. 4

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

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

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

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

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

Rating: T

Read on Ao3

One, two, three Beasts unleashed One, two, three Security breached

~Security Breached by j-gems~

They had been having fun. The good things never lasted, Charlie would come to find out. Gregory didn’t expect to be completely blindsided by the fast-moving plushie, letting out a grunt as he was scooped up and pulled tightly against her body.

“You and me gotta hide!” Charlie instructed, trying to peer into the dark for their new friend. Even as she said this, she couldn’t help but call out harshly: “Sun? Sun! C’mon, Sunny…”

She’d been warned, but there was truly no way to describe what the sweet attendant turned into as the darkness fell over the Daycare until she saw it: the foreboding red glow of an eye, staring at them from the craft corner. “Uh… M-Moon?”

Charlie hated this feeling—like something was beating inside her chest cavity, raging to be free. That fixed, dangerous gaze made her fear for a life she didn’t have anymore. As for Gregory? He was shaking in her grasp; the only thing that brought Charlie’s attention back was the involuntary tensing of his muscles from abject fear. What he didn’t know was that even though they’d been friends not even an hour, she’d protect him down to the very last bolt that held her together.

Another laugh, this one much eerier than the previous and much, much closer. The red eye turned into two, which rapidly approached the security desk. Moon was crouched low to the ground, and by the time he reached the patch of emergency lighting Gregory and Charlie stood in he was completely out of sight. That is until a set of thin, blue and white mechanical fingers slowly grasped the outer edge of the desk.

“Naughty boy... Naughty boy...,” Moon whispered, his voice distinctly lower than his sunny counterpart’s. He suddenly jumped on the high countertop, bouncing from foot to foot and revealing his full, night-themed design. “It's past your bedtime… You must be punished! Nighty-night~ Ehehehehe~” Then he dipped back down with a cackle, scurrying away to some random part of the play area.

“Oh no… Gregory!” Freddy called, banging on the door. He’d heard Moon’s speech and knew instantly that the Daycare attendant’s security protocol was going haywire as well. “You need to find the emergency backup generators and turn them on—they are in the play structures!” He desperately tried to jiggle the door open, to no avail. “Charlie, protect him while I try and find a way in! Use a flashlight, if you can find one—Moon will stay away from the light!”

Gregory’s worst fear was being helpless. And in this moment, being squished against the Puppet with one arm as she tore through the front desk in search of a flashlight, that’s what he felt. Drawers were wrenched open, office supplies tossed around until a bright red torch jumped out at the pair. This was hurriedly shoved into Gregory’s hand as Charlie peered into the darkness once more.

“Aim the light forward, Gregory,” she advised, sounding calmer now that they had some semblance of defense. After flicking the light on, Gregory aimed it at a massive and colorful pyramid. Behind the pyramid ran a wire, something they could follow back to a generator. Charlie leapt over the desk, barreling through the lightweight cans. The sound of them falling penetrated the tense silence of the Daycare now as Gregory lit the way to the first generator.

Moon growled as the cans were knocked over, rushing out from his hiding spot and instantly stacking them with twitching hands.

“Rrrrrggh... clean up! Clean up!” he murmured, completely focused on the task at hand. Why were children so messy?! He just wanted them to behave…

Once the last can was stacked, Moon’s attention instantly whirled to the play structure. The flashlight was a double-edged sword: Moon hated the light, but the beam allowed him to see exactly where Gregory and his current protector were running. With another low cackle, the Daycare attendant stalked after them.

There was a generator at ground level. After pulling a clear indicator lever to route the power back on, Gregory was disappointed to find the room still bathed mostly in darkness.

“There’s gotta be more. We should check the play castles—” Gregory began, interrupted by the sound of mechanical clicking. When he noticed it’d gotten closer, Gregory whipped around in Charlie’s grasp to point the light behind her. Catching a glimpse of the Moon following them, he nearly fumbled the flashlight out of fear.

“Run!” he shouted, spurring Charlie on as he jerked in her grip.

The Puppet couldn’t respond, but got the message. Her focus was less on communication and more about her vessel’s primary goal. At the sound of Gregory’s distress she’d taken off, making a beeline to hide away inside the play structure.

To their benefit, even though the generator didn’t restore power to the whole Daycare it turned on a floodlight that caused Moon to hiss and momentarily back out of his pursuit. He hid in a dark corner, muttering nonsense about naughty children as his sensitive eyes readjusted. Eventually he restarted the chase, though at a slower, more measured pace.

Meanwhile, Freddy was beside himself trying to get inside. Currently, he was going completely against protocol and, after using his animatronic strength to bust a hole through the glass window, was attempting to cut through the inner netting with his claws. Unfortunately the mesh was thick and Freddy’s child-safe nails weren’t meant for such a task, so he wasn’t making much progress. Monty’s claws might do the trick, sharp for both practical use when playing the bass and for his general aesthetic.

Of course, this was just a wayward thought—even if Freddy could call the gator over, he’d never intentionally expose Gregory to that sort of danger.

Amongst the chaos, the sound of glass breaking only put Gregory further on edge. As they approached the final generator, the lost kid was fighting a battle to keep his hope alive. While Charlie was there to quietly reassure him, this whole ordeal was already nerve-wracking… especially because Moon made it so obvious that he'd been following them. Having to fend him off with the flashlight or standing among the floodlight while in search of the generators left Gregory antsy. Every time they ran without cover he’d either ask that Charlie knock over cans or “Run faster!” when he heard Moon catching up.

And then, suddenly, they stood in front of the last machine hidden inside the top floor of the play place.

“This has to be it!” Gregory said, hope returning as his outstretched hand grasped the cool metal lever.

The moment the switch was flipped, blissful light flooded the Daycare once again. Moon hissed a final time and ran off to a hidden corner, allowing Charlie and Gregory to crawl out of the jungle gym.

However, before they could celebrate their success Freddy perked up as he heard another sound. Over the faint music coming from the check-in area, the metal garage door was sliding open. Freddy turned with wide eyes but couldn’t see who had joined them in the Daycare… yet.

“You did it, superstar!” the bear praised, speaking through the opening in the glass. “Now please hurry and open the door—we need to get out of here now!”

Charlie gave Gregory a soft hug, squeezing him tightly as he breathed out with a shaky but reassuring: “Hey, I’m fine…”

Expelling a humorless chuckle, Charlie finally set him down.

“Sorry,” she excused herself, rubbing the side of her mask with her palm before grasping Gregory’s hand. “Just proud of you, and glad you’re safe.”

Charlie cast a cursory glance around, watching just to make sure that Moon character was gone. She felt somewhat sad for Sun—the Daycare attendant looked as if the transformation had caused him pain. Surely he’d be fine now as long as the lights stayed bright, though. If not, there’d be time to fix him later… hopefully.

At Freddy’s request Charlie and Gregory headed for the huge, faux-wooden doors, unlocking it with an easy swipe of the access card… and before anyone could blink, Gregory was snatched from behind by a very angry Sun.

“Rule-breaker, RULE-BREAKER! You are banned from the Daycare!” the animatronic shouted, literally tossing the boy through the doors. Before slamming them shut, Sun called: “Security alert, SECURITY ALERT! WOO-WOO!”

It was then Freddy realized who’d opened the garage doors: all three Glamrocks were converging on them, focused on one thing—Gregory.

Freddy didn’t know what to do. There were animatronics coming from every side, and they were mad. He and Charlie didn’t stand a chance in a physical fight—maybe they could overtake Chica if they teamed up, but Roxy and Monty were an entirely different story. The fastest way to make them stop was to get Gregory out of sight… But how would he—

“No.”

A voice spoke in Freddy’s mind. It was no longer just a vague thought, something the animatronic could pass off as an errant piece of code—this was an actual voice, soft and male, with a notable Brighton accent. And it seemed to know exactly what Freddy was planning.

“Gregory, quick—hide in my stomach hatch!” the bear exclaimed, crouching down and opening his chest plate. It revealed a little cavity, just big enough for Gregory’s tiny frame and thankfully free of any mangled children’s bodies—

“Freddy, do NOT put that kid in there!” the voice hissed, more insistent than before.

“You must get out of their view!” Freddy spoke over it, his AI still ultimately in control.

Was this a bad idea? Probably.

Was it also their only option right now? Yes.

“I will keep you safe—please trust me!” Freddy’s tone was desperate, hoping Gregory would go along with this last-ditch plan.

Gregory had been tossed out on his butt, sliding towards Freddy’s feet on the freshly waxed floors. At the sound of the approaching metal monsters and Freddy’s demands to jump inside his stomach hatch, he nervously hopped from foot to foot while fretting out loud. The bear’s final, desperate plea was enough to convince him.

With a high jump, Gregory shoved his frame inside the surprise compartment. The inside was dark with barely anything to hold as the robot moved, lest he wanted to risk his fingers getting pinched. When the hatch closed, Gregory covered his own mouth to stop any noises that might give away his position. As his hand tightened around the keycard, he remembered that Puppet had been stuck inside the Daycare still…

She’d be fine, surely. Gregory reasoned that Charlie could figure out an escape plan of her own, then meet up with them later. After all, the matter of the animatronics approaching Freddy was far more pressing than Charlie getting a little side-tracked.

They were just robots doing their jobs, Gregory tried to tell himself. Who cares where Charlie went to, in the end?

Stopping in front of Freddy, Chica scratched under her beak and squinted at his chest.

“Freddy? Did you… You didn’t see that kid anywhere, right?” she asked, suddenly confused as she glanced up to his face.

“Kid? What kid? There is no kid around, Chica.” Freddy muttered, already moving away. It was snappier than his usual answer, but the voice in his head was practically screaming at him to release the child, apparently terrified that Freddy’s endoskeleton would somehow clamp shut on the poor thing. That was ridiculous though—Freddy wasn’t capable of doing that... although, to be fair, he’d never had a child in there before, so he supposed he couldn’t be entirely sure.

“Huh, what was I… what am I doin’ in the Daycare?” Monty asked slowly, scratching his head as he looked around. Freddy didn’t even bother answering, already halfway up the stairs by this point. He vaguely thought about Charlie as well, trapped in the play area with a distressed Sun, but he knew that Gregory was top priority.

The Puppet could be salvaged again if anything happened to her; the human child could not.

“Are they gone…?” Gregory asked as the commotion around them settled, only the repetitive sound of Freddy’s inner workings around him now. He did his best to remain quiet, but anxiety drove Gregory to pose the question in a hushed yet urgent tone.

They were by the party rooms now, far away from the Glamrocks, and Freddy almost replied that yes they were perfectly safe—until the lights overhead went out again. To his surprise most of the Daycare was still lit up, but there was a clear path of near-darkness that Freddy was walking into. A sudden metallic clinking behind made him pick up the pace.

“Nighty-night~ Ehehehe~” Moon cackled, and Freddy broke into an all-out sprint. He didn’t know how, but Moon somehow escaped the play area and was hot on their tail, using the dim lighting as a guide.

“The charging station!” Freddy exclaimed, clutching his stomach protectively. “Moon should not be able to get in—there is one close by, if we can just make it…”

Unlike the others, Moon was apparently smart enough to know that Gregory was inside of the Glamrock bear. What he planned to do with that information was an unknown drop inside an ocean of unknowns to the terrified boy. Tiny hands pressed hard against the inside of Freddy’s metal casing, minimizing the amount of bouncing around as he tried to shut his eyes, to pretend he was anywhere else in the world. The perpetual darkness around him and Freddy allowed Moon to follow swiftly and undisturbed.

Then, behind the glitched-out Daycare attendant followed an even angrier entity. Slithering across the floors came Puppet in hot pursuit.

“Go, you big bear, GO!” the unseen voice in Freddy’s head shouted, urging him faster and faster.

Then, miraculously, the garage door was opening and the glowing charging pod appeared in their grasp. With one final sprint Freddy made it just in time to close the door in Moon’s face. The Daycare attendant smacked bodily against the pod, making a rather unpleasant cracking noise as he shrieked in frustration. Freddy and Gregory were locked in, safe for the time being—at least, the bear hoped.

Gregory had shouted at the impact, essentially blind while hidden inside Freddy’s chest cavity.

“What was that?! Freddy what’s going on?” he demanded to know, unaware of the ensuing scrap outside of the recharging pod. Charlie had pulled Moon back by the shoulders, white lights in her eyes burning through him like sharpened hot pins as she shook the malfunctioning attendant.

“YOU are supposed to be in the Daycare!” Charlie reminded as she tried her best to drag him away.

“Do not worry, Gregory; we are safe,” Freddy reassured, already calming down as his body automatically connected to the charging station and his battery began filling up.

“Rrrrgh… let me go, Charlie!” Moon hissed, struggling in the Puppet’s surprisingly strong grip. “Naughty children must be punished—”

“Oh, Moon, you silly thing!” That sing-song voice from earlier was back, though it was no longer disembodied. A figure was skipping towards Moon and the Puppet—a woman in a patchwork rabbit suit complete with a handmade bunny mask sporting glowing, red eyes. When she reached Moon she gripped him by the arm, yanking him out of Charlie’s grasp.

“We need to have a serious talk!” the rabbit said with a giggle. She paused right at the garage door to stare back at Puppet, head tilted ominously to the side as her cackling grew louder until abruptly cutting off. Then in a soft voice she whispered: “Your uncle says hi, Charlie~”

With that she pulled Moon into the Daycare, allowing the heavy garage door to shut behind her.

The Puppet’s thin hands curled to her chest as the fanciful rabbit skipped away. The words she uttered had trapped Charlie in her place.

Your uncle says hi.

All of a sudden, she was no longer in the Pizzaplex. She was floating in a dark, rainy alley, staring down at her dead body with a throat purpled from finger-shaped bruises. The experience was so jarring, Charlie felt something in her just… short out.

She twitched, sputtering as the sound of electrical cords sparking inside her vessel forced her to the ground in some painful hold. Then, all movement ceased. She couldn’t even let out a gasp as Puppet’s masked face met with the ground, darkness taking the limp body once more.

Freddy couldn’t see the rabbit, but he watched Moon retreat to the Daycare—and the Puppet collapse soon afterwards. Seconds later, his battery meter filled up to 100% and the charging pod door released.

“Charlie!” Freddy exclaimed, starting for the Puppet until he was literally stopped in his tracks by the yelling in his head.

"Charlie’s resilient—focus on the kid! Get him out, get him out, get him OUT!” the voice chanted, and the bear practically threw Gregory onto the floor in his haste to remove him from his chest cavity.

Freddy desperately tried to regain control of himself, tamping down on the voice until it devolved into unintelligible muttering. However, before silencing it actually managed to wrest control of the animatronic’s voice box just long enough to make Freddy exclaim:

“Oh god, Ev—”

The animatronic cut this off with a violent jerk of his head, then focused on the trembling boy at his feet. The voice was right: Charlie could wait. More pressing was—

“Gregory! Oh my goodness, are you alright?!” Freddy crouched and ran a health scan, but thankfully the child was physically unharmed except for his stress level being through the roof.

Something about the toss made Gregory feel shaken. It’s not like Freddy wasn’t being careful, but when the kid finally turned to glance at him he caught Freddy’s head and neck spasming. A clear refresh blanketed the bear’s expression before his scan began.

“Am I alright?!” Gregory asked, poking his finger into Freddy’s thigh, jabbing him to get his attention. “Are you?! You totally spazed!” He sucked in a trembling breath, face reddening with concern and residual fear. “You’re seriously freaking me out! Charlie’s broken and now you’re acting weird…”

Water built behind Gregory’s eyelashes, threatening to spill over his cheeks. He refused to cry, but with his quivering lip and tightly clenched fists it was obvious he wanted to.

His attention was now split to the Puppet. How strange she looked in a pile like that... It felt like he was staring at something dead—like something he shouldn’t be looking at. It made his stomach turn.

“You are fine, and so am I; there is no need for tears,” Freddy replied softly, instinctively pulling Gregory into a comforting hug. This was definitely his usual protocol kicking in, wanting to comfort distressed children as best he could. The bear looked over Gregory’s shoulder at the crumpled Puppet. “And Charlie will be fine, too. Come on, let us get out of here.”

He hoisted Gregory up with one arm, holding the boy securely on his hip as one might do with a very small child. Gregory would typically be too old for this, but with his light, tiny frame compared to Freddy’s animatronic strength there was no issue at all. Freddy then walked over to Charlie and hoisted her over his other shoulder, trying not to think of how unnerving her complete immobility was—she was well and truly shut down.

“Once we are in the security office, we can figure out what to do next,” Freddy explained as he began to walk. He tilted his head towards Gregory questioningly. “Do you still have the access card?”

Deep breaths in, hold it, and out. Gregory told himself this as Freddy returned to normalcy at last. Hugging an arm around the bear’s neck gave Gregory some sense of control over his situation. Once he registered that Freddy had asked him a question, he slipped the card out of his pocket and waved it in the air.

“Safe and sound,” he replied, much calmer now as they made it through towards the back-access hallways. He winced at the way Charlie dangled over Freddy’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “…What do you think happened to her?”

“I am not sure,” Freddy admitted, his face set in a determined expression as he used his internal map to get them to the security office. “She is currently shut down, which usually only happens manually by way of a technician, or when our systems are simply too overloaded to function. Although, it would take a lot of duress to make an animatronic react like this—we are designed to function even with parts missing, though of course this is not an ideal situation.”

Perhaps Charlie was more damaged than Freddy originally realized… maybe his repairs hadn’t been thorough enough after all. If it was an internal issue though, there wasn’t much he could do—that was a job for a technician, not a fellow animatronic.

Gregory was amazed how fast she’d crumpled. Perhaps she was simply too weak to fight Moon, and he’d overpowered her before leaving. Without being able to help himself, he felt a twinge of sympathy for the lanky, toy-looking robot.

It was a constant uphill battle to remind himself that these robots were just that: animatronics without souls. No point in getting attached; no matter how nice Freddy and Charlie were, someday they’d disappear on him like every good thing in his life.

They carried on together, Gregory attached to Freddy’s hip and the Puppet draped like a wet towel over the bear’s shoulder. Onwards and forwards…

Eventually, after traveling through numerous back tunnels the group made it to a tiny security office close to the main lobby. After using the access card to get in, Freddy quickly shut the doors and turned on the animatronic-proof locks. The power meter next to the door lit up with an ominous blue glow, but Freddy ignored this for now. They’d be safe for a while at least.

“Here, take a little rest, superstar,” Freddy said, gently setting Gregory in one of the two swivel office chairs. He deposited Charlie in the other one, trying to sit her up as best he could though she kept leaning over to one side.

There was a weak smile at the nickname. It looked to be growing on Gregory as he slumped in the wheeled chair.

“This place looks really high tech…,” he murmured, allowing the Charlie's passed-out husk to weigh on his shoulder so she didn’t fall to the floor. “You can see all over the Pizzaplex from here, huh?” Gregory carefully leaned forward, naturally flipping the camera’s perspective with the keyboard.

“Yes—just like everything else in the Pizzaplex, its security system is state of the art,” Freddy replied with a nod, watching the camera feeds idly with another odd wave of of familiarity. Soon the bear managed to pull himself away and focus on Charlie, carefully looking her over in the hopes of figuring out what was wrong. As he examined the Puppet, he continued his explanation. “The offices are routed with their own power supply in case of emergencies. As long as those display meters are still lit up, the doors are locked down and will prevent anything from getting in.”

He spared a quick glance at the meter by the door in front of him. Somehow it’d already ticked down one bar, making Freddy grimace.

Gregory’s flipping through the feeds may not be helping their battery situation. The use of the cameras as well as doors was sucking down power at a rapid rate. Thankfully the kid soon grew bored looking at unmoving screens, settling the monitor’s vision right outside the security room. Gregory propped Charlie up, tilting her over to properly look at her back now that they had a second of down time.

“Does that key wind her up? Or does it just play music?” he wondered. Everything about Charlie was confusing. Her name, to start—her design a close second. Maybe the key was just cosmetic.

“Hmm...” Freddy blinked a few times, reaching into his database and the small amount of information he knew about The Puppet. True to Charlie's own explanation, she'd been stationed at the Prize Counter to hand out gifts. She had normal power functions just like the other animatronics at her pizzeria, but also—

“Oh, yes!” Freddy exclaimed with a smile. “According to the information I can gather, winding up the key will play an internal music box and should also make her move.”

Whether this would bring her full personality back was another thing, as this was a very simplistic mode and might only give the illusion of her working correctly until the key wound down again... but it was the best they had to go on for now. Freddy reached forward to turn the key a few times, then set Charlie back upright and waited for any reaction.

The slow winding of metal followed a soft chime inside Charlie’s chest, then a twitch in the Puppet’s fingers and the jerky movement of her limbs. Her body was winding up, building tension as the strings inside pulled her endoskeleton taught. Pinhole eyes that Gregory was weirdly sure didn’t start on Charlie's face stared ahead as she slowly came to life again, waving her arms up and down like a marionette on strings.

After a minute or so the music gently ended, and Charlie stilled with her blank gaze fixed forward. A pregnant pause went by before Gregory leaned forward to try and catch her attention by waving a hand in front of her mask.

“Earth to Charlie... Come in, Charlie!” he called. Maybe it was taking her a moment to load and reboot?

“Charlie?” Freddy asked as well, tilting his head in worry. She was mobile, but unresponsive—not the reaction he'd hoped for. Freddy looked her over again, even conducting a scan to see if he could detect any wires out of place.

“...Strange,” he said after a moment, frowning slightly. “Physically, she appears to be fine—she is not even dented from her impact with the floor earlier. Unfortunately, that means her issue is likely programming-related, which I am not able to repair. At this moment, I think we need to wait and see if she returns to herself on her own; otherwise...”

He left the sentence hanging; even he wasn't sure what they'd do if Charlie didn't come back. Sure, she could always be fixed up later, but she'd already been such a great help so far and Freddy hated to lose one of Gregory's new protectors—especially as the bear noticed another half bar of power tick down from the doors.

Gregory ceased trying to wake her on her own, staring ahead at the cameras for a minute or so. He was pulled from his hypnotic gaze when Charlie made a single, soft musical chime. It was followed by a dramatic shake of her head, as if she’d suddenly been woken from a nap.

“Wha—Where are we? What’s going on?” she sputtered before locking her eyes on Gregory. Instantly she reached out, grasping him and hugging him close.

“Woah! Yeah, uh, missed you too, Charlie…,” Gregory exclaimed as he bashfully accepted the hug. She was clearly worked up, so he returned the embrace before asking: “What happened out there? We found you powered down outside the charge station!”

Charlie shook her head, patting down his hair as she pulled away. “Nothing you need to worry about…”

“It is good to have you back,” Freddy added, giving the Puppet a relieved smile. That last comment meant that whatever went down outside the charging pod wasn't for children's ears—hopefully Charlie would be able to fill Freddy in if they ever got a second where Gregory was thoroughly distracted.

“I carried you both to the nearest security office,” Freddy continued, answering Charlie's earlier question. “We are safe in here for a little bit, although unfortunately it does not look like we can stay all night—at least, not with the doors shut.”

“They still haven't fixed the damn power issue in these offices?! Ugh, typical...”

There was that voice in his head again, muttering in annoyance but otherwise seeming docile. As long as it wasn't trying to take over Freddy's body or whatever it attempted to do back there, Freddy would do his best to accept that this was just A Thing now. Once this night was over, he'd definitely spend a good, long while in Parts & Service purging his system of any latent issues...

Charlie turned, her hands braced on the back of the office chair to listen to the bear. As he spoke, she beheld how little power they still had left for the night and sighed.

“They never did figure out the power issues in these buildings…,” she remarked, fondly remembering the many glaring design flaws that seemingly carried over to the new franchise. Gregory had copied the Puppet, spinning around in the chair to glance at the night’s electrical supply.

“We’re screwed if the power goes out, aren’t we?” he asked pessimistically, worry on his face as he took in the gravity of their rather dire circumstances.

“No, we are not,” Freddy responded, frowning slightly at the boy's language. “Since the Mega Pizzaplex is so large, there are multiple security offices throughout the building—if the power starts getting too low, we can simply move to another one!” His mouth flipped into a cheerful smile, then almost immediately returned to a frown as he remembered a detail that completely derailed this easy plan.

“Ah... the only thing is, now that the building is on lockdown most areas can only be accessed using security badges like the one we picked up.” He gestured to the badge in Gregory’s pocket before breathing out a simulated sigh. “And unfortunately, this badge is the lowest clearance level. In order to access the rest of the building, we need to find higher access cards.”

“I don’t think we should move Gregory around too much,” Charlie said, trying her best not to betray on overdose of worry in her voice. If they had to move and hide him away again they would, but she didn’t like that option one bit.

If what the bunny lady said was true, William had definitely come back. He was yet again an active threat, and based on how the animatronics seemed hell-bent on capturing Gregory, the murderer’s plans clearly involved him as well.

“See what happened last time we left for a clearance card? Gregory almost gotten snatched up by Moon…,” Charlie reminded them. She pointed this out not for the sake of arguing, but out of a concern that she didn’t want to reveal unless she absolutely had to.

“Yes, I—”

“I wholeheartedly agree,100%—keep the kid stationary as much as you can.”

Freddy simply closed his eyes for a moment, gritting his teeth. Now that the voice wasn't screaming in panic, it apparently had a lot of opinions. After a moment, Freddy looked back at Charlie and Gregory, trying his best to smile and hoping they'd ignore his pause.

“I agree,” the bear said. “We will likely have to move him at some point, though as little as possible would be best. Surely the doors will hold for a bit long—oh no...”

To Freddy's horror, as his eyes shifted to the computer monitor he caught the tip of a long tail moving out of one of the camera viewpoints. It was Monty, and he seemed to be heading right for their little office.

Gregory turned, tan skin going sheet-white as he saw the face of the gator after him a third time. Pushing off the desk, Gregory attempted to run and hide in a nearby locker before Charlie grasped him.

“No. If he gets inside, go to Freddy,” she corrected firmly, soothing him by petting the top of his head with those long, thin fingers. She'd rather Gregory stick with the bear, as the odds of Monty attacking him while inside Freddy’s surprise hatch were slim based on the Glamrock’s earlier reaction.

Besides… were anything to happen to Gregory, him being left inside of the animatronic would make the routine of giving life a little easier. Surely whatever ghost already lingered inside the Glamrock bear would be apt to sharing; it wouldn’t be the first Freddy Charlie blessed with her Gift that cohabitated.

“He can’t get through until the power goes out, anyway,” she assured the anxious child, though her attempts to calm didn’t seem like they were working very well.

“Have you seen how strong that dude is? Because I have!” Gregory argued, fretting yet mesmerized at the reassuring hug Charlie gave him. How the hell was a robot so soft?

“We will protect you, Gregory; do not worry,” Freddy comforted, reaching down to gently ruffle his hair as well.

The animatronic moved to the door, watching through one of the tiny glass windows as Monty approached. The gator's expression seemed distant like before, as if unsure what exactly he was doing. Monty stopped outside the office, just sort of staring for a few seconds before his gaze slowly shifted to the window.

“Oh, heeeey, Freddy!” the gator remarked, pulling down his glasses to look at the bear. There was definitely confusion in his eyes, though by the way his tail slowly swung back and forth, Freddy had the feeling he was not as docile as he seemed. “Um... what are you doin' here?”

“What are you doing here?” Freddy countered, trying to block as much of the view into the office as he could with his body. “You are supposed to be in your room on lockdown, are you not?”

“Uh, you're one to talk—look where you're hangin' out!” Monty shook his head, returning his glasses to their proper position. “Listen, Fredbear, have you—”

Catching a flash of movement over Freddy's shoulder, the gator’s whole demeanor instantly changed. He slumped over, facial joints going lax for a few seconds before he perked up and a wicked grin spread across his face. He began pounding hard on the door, calling out to Gregory: “Hey, little guy! Come on out!”

“Keep him away from me!” Gregory pleaded, cowering next to the stalwart Puppet. Charlie glanced around for some kind of solution, though unfortunately this security office didn’t have any trick to use on the passing animatronics.

“Monty, you don’t really want him to come with you; go back to your room, please…,” Charlie begged, unsure of what else to do but comfort Gregory as Monty had beat his metal fists against the door.

The gator completely ignored Charlie's suggestions. In fact, if anything they seemed to make him pound the door harder as he realized there was another threat that could stop him from getting his prey. Freddy looked at the power meter, alarmed to see it going down at a startling rate. Apparently, the doors weren't nearly as resilient as he'd thought.

“Perhaps a higher security level office will have a better power supply!” the bear suggested, his tone a bit frantic. The voice in his head was muttering again as if trying to think aloud, but it only seemed focused on its frustration at the lack of proper security measures and confusion on why they would make a strong, threatening alligator animatronic in the first place. “I know we just said it is best not to move unless there are dire circumstances, but I feel as though this may be one such occasion!”

“But—” Gregory was going to interject, but Charlie grasped him under the armpits and lifted him.

“No arguing. Let’s go.” Her tone was calm but firm. They’d get out. She looked to the cameras outside the hall. The door to the left may have Monty pounding at the magnetically locked gate, but the right exit was clear.

“Freddy, can you get the right door? I’ve got Gregory,” Charlie said, arms snaking around the boy in a protective hold.

“I can run, too!” He pouted in protest, though Charlie had outright refused to let him go while Monty was around.

Freddy obeyed Charlie's instructions without question, moving to unlock the right door and usher the two out. Monty started to growl when he saw this, his gnashing jaw and whipping tail completely animalistic. He was really using his claws now, the screeching of metal against metal making Freddy wince.

“We must get to the elevators; follow me,” Freddy instructed, shifting to be ahead so he could lead the way. He trusted Charlie to keep a tight hold on Gregory behind him. Despite having no real basis for this, he knew deep, deep down that she would do anything to save this child—even at the cost of her own self-sacrifice.

“Don’t worry, kiddo,” Charlie began, fairly in control of her emotions since her last reboot. “I know you’d rather be in the driver’s seat, but we know what the best call is—and right now I’d rather make sure no one’s going to grab you.” 

“I get that. Does it have to be so tight, though?” Gregory countered. Not that he didn’t feel safe, but the blood was sort of being trapped in his head with how tightly she held on.

The Puppet simply replied with a fairly blunt: “Yes.”

“We are almost there,” Freddy reassured, his voice as calm and measured as Charlie’s. He was still in control, the voice silent for now after clearly sensing it was best to let Freddy use his mental map of the Pizzaplex to guide them. After a few more twists and turns, the group made it out into the welcome, bright lights of the entrance lobby. Freddy quickly ushered them towards one of the elevators, pushing the button as soon as they were inside. As the doors closed, he heaved a sigh of relief.

“Alright, Charlie, you can let him go for now,” Freddy said, looking down at the pair. Thankfully, with Charlie's thin body and Gregory's small one there was a comfortable amount of room to move around. ��These elevator rides are notoriously long, so we have a moment to catch our breath.”

Gregory was finally given the gift of proper blood circulation as Charlie gently touched his feet to the floor.

“See? That wasn’t so bad.” There was an unseen smile in her voice. Act cool and collected despite the circumstances—she’d quickly found this regularly calmed an already flighty kid.

“Yeah. I mean, I totally knew we would get away,” Gregory replied, pretending to be nonchalant as he plopped and sat in the back of the lift. He sounded less scared and more inconvenienced now by having to relocate, though obviously it was neither of his friend’s faults. “So where to next, Freddy?”

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Jackie-

This last chapter- omg I'm on my knees

😭 first off Miyeon smart asf but I don't like it cuz like- noo I just want mc to be happy with her 8 demon kings but dis BISH in the way 😭😭😭

Omg so goood- and always it flows so well. I started off giggling and just absolutely adoring the shenanigans of the boys in bed and then we Stan Mina, you go girl, only sane one in your fam bestie-

But like- my God the twists, the build up, the emotional roller-coaster you took me on yet again

Ngl I still wanna be sandwiched between those 3 it sounds like heaven 😭😭😭 dammit Miyeon- take your thotness elsewhere bish

Yes!!! Mina is the true MVP of the story!! I have more planned with her, so stay tuned!

And omg, thank you so much, I'm so glad to hear that you enjoyed the chapter!! I definitely had too much fun writing out that bickering scene at the beginning. I also want to be squished between the three of them lmaoo

Just wait until I reveal all of what Miyeon has planned ehehehehe ;)

[biographydivider]

ehehehehe

ehehehe lil squish heads 🍉

not even gonna lie, I totally thought of you with this poster

[the-haunted-office]

HEYYY I FORGOT TO DO SOMETHING.

I SQUISH YOUR FACE THURSDAY. SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH.

goodbye~

"AUGH, what- why?! Ehehehehe, I guess you can squish my cheeks if you want."