#fnaf a wound left bleeding au

[hyenasfnafaus]

Toothache + Headache (Heartache + Placate) Screw it, I like how these turned out, the Gregory one's going back in my online galleries, and I'm gonna draw the other 3 I wanted to do, got Vanessa done today, will try to draw the ones of Michael and Elizabeth next week.

[quantitative4rts]

I've been going insane based off of some implications from one of Monique's videos, which is this one.

your obligatory bad gore doodle you are welcome 🫡 but i needed to get this idea out so whatever

whole rant under here guh. Spoilers to one event (Abandoned Kerfur) in 0.8.1

Even if there's different lore related junk, this is mostly what I interpret it as so shrug.

I think that Dee definitely got snatched in some way and put into that one abandoned Kerfur robot that you can find buried. I THINK that the gore and guts inside of it are Dee and I have very limited evidence but I DONT CARE he's special to me.

(Text reads: Bloody robot. Even if there's a lore reason, I still think Dee got shoved into the robot and was trying to get help.)

No body found on the ENTIRE property, but his Kerfur was still trying to communicate with home base? What if Dee was shoved into that robot fucking FNAF style and was trying so hard to get help, but no one could understand him. Bleeding out, stuck inside of a machine with no chance at being saved... With how insane other topics in the game are, I think it's possible for Dee to have possessed that robot and that's why he attacks Kellin. I think that the robot attacking Kellin was just an unconscious response by the machine and Dee's anger at being abandoned.

Now I know that you can buy the orange Kerfur after defeating the abandoned one... But what if Kel decided to salvage this abandoned, bloody robot? I think Kel would be willing to go through hell to repair this thing, fix its broken paneling (from Kel beating the shit out of it with a crowbar,) and give it its own Kerfur-O body. Maybe he just wanted another robot, but he wanted to save it in some way. Eventually in some way it would be revealed that this robot has some aspect of Dr. Dee in it.. The guy who died with no care by the organizers of these experiments, the guy who was there at the base before Kel... And just imagine him seeing this early 20s enby guy just fucking thriving out in the mountains.

I've been thinking about these guys for a while and making my own characterization of Kel and shit so who cares if it's non-canon. Here's some fun facts about Dee from whatever this is. An AU maybe. Idk. Let's call this the Dr. Dee lives on AU. (DDLO.)

I'm fairly sure the abandoned Kerfur model might be thinner / slightly smaller than the one you can buy, so imagine a grown human skeleton being shoved into that thing.

With that in mind, Dee's Kerfur-O shell is missing its right arm, which shows off the internal gore and his right humerus bone. Super fun!

His eye also pops out of the fucking screen cause I wanted it to.

He used a cane for the first two weeks because he could not remember how to walk (It had been only two months but being half alive in a robot will do that to you.)

Once he got mobility back, he started to do tasks around the base for Kel. These included cleaning up trash that he left around before dying, collecting scrap for his shell or just for other projects Kel has in mind.

Kel gives him weekly journals to write in to document his experiences and to keep him half sane as crazy shit happens around them. Dee probably has insane panic attacks considering what happened to him while he was ALIVE THERE.

Kel ordered so many materials to make extra scrap (to make Dee another arm,) from the store that Ena had to send him a message asking what he was using it all for. Obviously he lied cause otherwise Kel and Dee would probably both be killed.

Dee is very appreciative of Kel and claims that "He does more for me than that company ever did."

After two weeks of being reanimated, Kel eventually just gave up on making another arm and just welded Dee's open wound shut with extra metal. He also started wrapping Dee's screen with bandages to cover the eye. Mainly so it wouldn't possibly get infected, but also because it was slightly freaking Kel out.

ok that's all I have developed for now, I will have more later maybe depends on how obsessed I get over them again. i have been playing votv nonstop i do not know how I have not gotten one of the forbiddens yet

[paigelts05]

Halloween of 97 [FNAF, Renegade AU]

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/1109609701

Published: Oct 13, 2024

I saw the HalloweenParty challenge over on the FNAF amino at the start of October, and decided that I just had to draw PT and Krasnyy showing off some pumpkins they carved in a Polaroid photo!

Krasnyy is one of the many Phone Guys within the Renegade AU, and he's also the protagonist of my FNAF Fangame, The Haunted Watch. PT is my main FNAF OC, and she also makes a cameo in THW in the true ending. This makes the two of them (plus the rest of the Renegade AU's Location C guards) officially fangame characters.

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1997 had been a rough year for Krasnyy.

Some time early-ish in the year, the ghost within Golden Freddy, Gerald Taylor, enacted the final stage of his plan to get a human on the animatronics team. Becoming the 'Voice of the animatronics' was one of the worst days of Krasnyy's life.

August had spelled Freddy's location C's final week of operation, and during that week, Gerald Taylor had pushed Krasnyy's sanity to its limits, only managing to remain sane thanks to the ghosts of other guards using an arcade machine to fake a game (via interactive puppet show) that'd show Krasnyy what his predicament looks like to an outsider and help him find a way to save himself from the kid's control.

September had spelled an anonymous tip about the CL4 incident - one of location 0's stranger mysteries - that one of the victims was alive and had been transferred to a lab somewhere in the woods, and in following the leads, Krasnyy helped get Charlie (who had already long left the lab by the time the two crossed paths) back to civilisation.

October offered a break and the chance to just have fun for once, decorating the house and carving pumpkins with PT.

PT carved her pumpkin into what was either a cat or a bunny, whilst Krasnyy made an intricate carving of the head of Shadow Freddy's robot form, though with both ears as the human form of Shadow Freddy, Philip Guy, tends to have both purple bear ears.

You can take the guy out of Freddy's, but you can't take the Freddy's out of the Guy. Literally. Krasnyy Guy is posessed by Shadow Freddy, and if Philip Guy was to un-possess his son, Krasnyy would actually bleed out and die.

Regardless, Krasnyy was able to finally catch a break during his favourite holliday.

Meanwhile, PT had an alright year. Aside from the fact that it was impossible to do anything to ease the pain that being the Voice of the animatronics caused Krasnyy, as Golden Freddy never showed his physical form when in her presence, likely because the kid knew that PT would destroy him if she had the chance because of what he had done to Krasnyy.

PT knew that her repair strategy of dismantling the animatronics to fix them safely was just about the only thing that gave her the edge at Freddy's and made the animatronics not attack her. In part out of fear from her pre-repair dismantlings, and in part out of respect for how she'd always put them back together so skillfully that they wound up good as new (it's just a shame that there weren't any spare outer shells for Foxy).

In August, after Freddy's closed, she found herself in need of a new job, so she found the niche of making animatronics that aren't designed as death traps and worked with Fritz to start a business where they'd make animatronics, and repair any and all mechanical objects and electronics.

By early October, PT and Fritz had managed to establish themselves as Smith&Tea robotics so they could finally take some of the financial burdens of living off of Krasnyy for PT and Jeremy for Fritz.

Now with finances relatively stable, PT could make sure that this first Halloween after Freddy's would be the best one ever.

[koko-doodle]

Another AU? I need to stop.

Modern Medieval Monster Mash Up

Okay, this has been stuck in my head for two weeks and I can’t get it out so if I write it down then maybe my brain won’t be obsessing over it when I’m trying to sleep!

General idea is basically FNAF x Undertale x Nimona x DND.

*cue dramatic lighting and curtains*

Cut to an opening scene where monsters and humans lived in the same land but segregated away from each other by preference. Monsters decide after being mistreated at every interaction that they are superior beings and begin enslaving humanity. Enter in the brave knights who rescue the enslaved and fight back to protect all humans. After years of war the humans create an powerful spell that casts all the monsters into a deep pit, not allowing any to escape the barrier around the top.

Fast forward a few centuries and the magic sealing the monsters in the pit is weak and when discovered by said monsters, they travel to the surface to wreak havoc, steal supplies/tech, and capture humans to bring them down to the pit as slaves. Although it is only a few groups of extremist/vengeful monsters that terrorize the humans, most have become accustomed to their life and don’t desire revenge for being locked away (monsters live twice as long as humans). The humans however, have been taught the gruesome history of the war and have done everything to have the upper hand should another war ensue. There is no such thing as good monsters.

And now you enter the story. A young knight who has fought many battles with monsters and often assist in supply deliveries between cities.

One night, an ambush happens on your route and you do everything you can to stop them from stealing the cargo but you are bitten by something venomous and decide to fight with all you have left while the others escape, knowing you are dead anyway. You defeat the monsters and sit peacefully as you bleed from wounds and take in what you believe to be your final breaths but as the world fades, a figure approaches.

Startled awake, you find yourself in modern but vintage style home, dressed in different clothing, and no signs of any wounds. After a confrontational discussion, you learn that a vampire decided to “save” you and make you his servant/pet, turning you into a vampire to do so. However, you won’t become a full vampire without drinking human blood first.

The vampire is Moon and he lives there with his demon brother Sun, (their parents were pure bloods, a demon x vampire hybrid). Moon is more vampire than demon, and Sun is more demon than vampire.

You struggle with your new life because you are trying to learn to cope with the fact that you are no longer human, that everything you were taught about monsters was wrong, and that you might actually be falling in love with your captors. Moon often tries to get you to drink human blood but you refuse and Sun is always there to protect you when Moon gets “impatient “, you feed on their blood to survive but it only lasts for so long.

What does the future hold for you?

[dorkwalf]

Fnaf sb ruin spiolers

Do not read if you haven’t watched/played it!!

I refuse to let in end how it did so instead imma continue it as headconnons becuase I can.

This starts at the very end when Gregory betrayed Cassie and the elevator drops.

Cassie is 11

The

Rebuilt AU

Part one

Cassie woke up in pain and confused.

Where was she

Then she looked over and saw a curation sign and it hit her

She felt tears pore out her eyes her only friend turn there back on her.

They had left her to rot cause she was trick.

She could believe it but she new it real.

She spent hours cry before the pain became to much

She looked her self over and saw she had a huge gash on her leg and shoulder. And several scraps but other than that she was ok.

And the fact that she was bleeding a lot. She quickly looked around for something to stop the bleeding.

She spotted a Chica t-shirt not right far

She army crawled over to the shirts and quickly tied them around the wound.

Once Cassie was sure she could stand she got up and shakily walk over to what looked like an exit

A small crack in the wall

Once she finally squeezed her way out she fell into the room where she was originally attack m by the ‘Gregory’

In the corner of the room she saw Roxy practically in shreds

As quickly as she could she crawled over to her.

She sat down looking at Roxy’s body or what was left of it

She was gone or as Cassie thought until

‘Cassie?’

[gigglealongshiney-shadow-watcher]

.* English and human versions are translated as best as possible, but the actual forms of speech and words used may not be completely accurate due to Alien and God forms of speech not being fully translatable. Due to this, some parts may feel strangely human or out of place, the translator apologizes in advance.

(OP: cheeky joke about translating media between countries aside, yeah I can't make you decipher fake languages, or write out all of the Hive's complexities in this post without seriously destroying the fun fast pacing of the fights, so I'm simplifying some things. At least for now, you can request deep dives at any time! Please... In particular the way Felicia uses bird calls and animal sounds. Her vocal chords are modified an extra amount and is layering different sounds over each other with a generally dominant animal sound. She is also creating brand new sounds nothing else has made which adds to her unsettling inhumanity. But to get a more accurate feeling, feel free to play a bunch of bird and animal sounds all at once to simulate it. Throw in some screaming while you're at it. You do you man idk. Enjoy!)

Trigger warnings for gore, war battling but more, child soldiers, blood and guts, bombs/bombing mentions, limb loss and regrowth, and possibly upsetting imagery.

If a reader does not think they can continue to read, ask me for a summary. Author is not an expert in military combat, despite her brief stint obsessively researching the US military system for a fnaf war au. Author has forgotten most of that info. Author isn't sure all the triggers are needed but wants to cover bases. Author is sorry for so much preamble when only 1 or 2 people care about this. Author does not expect this much returned.

Does not contain (just some specifics not everything not included here will show up): SA, Torture, animal death, details of how the weapons work because I don't know that, poison.

Opal landed in the barricade Phillip made and they hugged, passing anything they needed to instantly and directly. Maybe that wasn't strictly needed, it also gave a flicker of comfort. No one else needed to know that.

Whispers of small scale bombs on the way in the skies. They're preparing to kamikaze with the drones once they run out of explosives, until they've called in reinforcements to replace their lost soldiers. They'll have more firepower if our soldier converts are right. It's time to bring it down.

The human sneak teams have entered our inner city-side, we need to make examples soon, I've called the cameras into their location for the next film. Running low on syringes and pill capsules.

Hive eyes are in positions to snipe any incoming high officers if possible. Do we call on the reserve hive forces now?

They have their entrance planned, we'll have to take the blast route.

They smiled. Out loud Phillip quietly said, "I fire you drive?"

"Do you really have to ask?"

"Does it make you feel powerful to answer?"

"I drive, you'll fire." They let go of each other and looked around the stockpile of throwables. A shrieking eagle call paired with an elephant trumpet brought them to Felicia. She had a language all her own on top of the hive's connections. She barked the duo's orders over the hive. "Supplies on the way! Praise Pokotho and run! Run! Move everyone! Destruction over conversion from now until the fall! All wounded hold, drag, and lure as many humans within the radius as possible! Prepare the reserves!"*

Felicia dove to the left and tore an arm right off the human trying to sneak attack her. Using it as a club she knocked it into his knees and bit through his left carotid artery, leaving him to bleed out. Opal and Phillip restocked their belts with guns and anything nearby, got the location of the tank, and sent out the waves to get everyone into the right places. Delaying the sending of some for the mid traveling points.

"Lights..." Phillip bent into a running position.

"Camera..." Opal secured herself back to back with him, legs bending back around his waist and braced on the harness on their bents. She readied her guns.

"Action!!!!" Felicia screamed and took the lead.

They were off! Phillip running this way and that almost unpredictably through the thick of the fighting, Opal covering their back and sides with her shots to at least slow the humans down. He bent down while running to toss things from the ground perfectly into Opal's hands, which she shot, threw, or passed to the other hive members they passed by. The songs sang in their ears like a floating river of stars above their heads*!

Felicia cleared a path on the front, or cleared in general with how much everyone was changing direction. She was a distraction path forger combo. Ferocious and anti-human, she'd been outfitted with the tools to bring carnage.

Her hands were adorned with strong razor claw guards that wove around her fingers and gave her traction on all fours, and direct weapons to rip the emergency armor some of the soldiers wore, it cut through skin easily, but not smoothly. The longer they were in use, the more they roughened and the more they hurt. Her teeth, unlike the rest of the hive were sharp, a mix of needle points with serrated sharkish triangles*. She was the only one in full flexible armor, especially around her neck. Rather ridiculously, she had bright pink coquette shoes, bows on the top and all, with foot and calf straps holding them to her feet, with the thick shiny soles covered in dried blood, viscera, and dirt. They had grips on the toes and aggressive outsoles that clashed with the cutesy style of her footwear.

Phillip lost his balance when a civilian who ran into the fight's sawed off shotgun blew a good portion of his leg free. The two jumped and turned midair, Opal taking over the running half, and Phillip protecting her and leveling the rifle he'd picked up in the switch. He hit the civilian with a few shots and focused on the surrounding humans. Opal twisted and leapt and ate up the distance between them and the tank that would seal fates. Phil used the rifle to knock over a few people and tossed it in time to pick up a blade. He sliced the broken leg off and let it fall. The empty space was regrown and pumping with Blue blood in seconds. They had a God on their side.

The blade was embedded into someone's arm, he didn't see if it was hive or human and the next gun was steadied on his free arm to fire (Not how you should do it). Recoil was dealt with by Opal flutter hopping to keep her balance. He imitated a whistle and Felicia fell back to thin out the growing forces behind them.

She tackled humans and tore them apart with the wild animalistic fire of someone deeply hurt in her previous life. It was so different from how the rest of the Hive acted, so off beat and passionate about her delight in killing the humans. She'd perform enhanced acrobatics that led to her firmly crushing the head of one combatant, and jumping to claw at another before landing on someone else's head. The dead were her bullet sponges and her dead weights to shot put into people.

A ring formed around Opal and Phillip in front of them. These people who retreated near the tanks were smarter and better than most of the others, a smart choice, if heartless. Something the two sides had in common. It was also exactly what they wanted to happen. Opal waited until the flying drone camera was on them, and the two swapped places again, but this time Opal extended the long blades in her shoes. Otherwise normal combat boots, if adjusted to go farther up her leg, the blades were comfortably secured under the treads to keep her on balance. Phillip got ready and ran straight for the biggest one in the ring.

Predictably, oh so predictably the ring closed in on them and the guns went up. Phillip spun around and around at inhuman speeds, and Opal treated herself like a blender to cut them down. She held her legs out for the maximum distance, angled them to try and get under chest plates, and even swung her legs up enough to get at someone's collar. Phillip jumped and twirled and ran in elliptical motions to keep the majority of the bullets off his legs. The glamor shots were amazing.

They separated to finish off the soldiers who didn't run away fast enough or were still alive on the ground. Opal made it a point to pirouette and land with the blades stabbing straight down into one of the bodies. She grinned and tiptoed a step or two before she retracted her blades to hide in her shoes. Felicia was already taking care of the people in the tank while others were distracted. The go ahead was called, and they held hands and ran side by side to their goal.

Felicia tossed the remains over the side and ran off to get ready for the next entrance. The humans who noticed them freaked out and tried to stop them from taking control. Too late, Phillip and Opal reached into the memories and training of their converts to pilot the very, very special tank. The M1 Abram took its aim, and an AMP round blasted across the battlefield directly into a building.

Their battlefield was a mix of the largest park in the city and the surrounding streets. The building was an apartment complex that was mostly empty, except for the few who were trapped by the hive. down it toppled. Soldiers trapped in the debris zone screamed and clawed their ways against the hive holding them there, the unsaveables of the hive easily giving themselves to cripple the enemy. The vehicles parked near it were crushed, battered, and some exploded and damaged the surrounding transports.

The human's couldn't retreat anymore.

Part 1 of their plan was complete.

Continue from this the Opal vr John fight. Winner was John.

(This takes place after the grounded event. So the continuity is a bit out of order. )

Trigger warnings for child suffering, delusional rambling, bleeding out, and possible disturbing imagery.

Opal's body pushes blood to heal the open wound, but her arm can't heal around the knife's touch. It's killing her. Without any fallback systems in place for her biology made by a God, there's no way for her to recover. Her legs weaken, and some snap off to prioritize the major wound. They crash to the ground loudly. No one dares leave their homes.

Her eyes wander, but there's nothing worth focusing on down there. How long before he comes to drive the knife into the rest of her body? She dropped the lady, and he said he'd hurt her worse than anything she felt if the lady died. He couldn't be dead, because he said something after he fell.

(Cut for length) for the singing, tunes inspired by nowhere king, candy hearts and paper flowers, and some of my own tune.

Opal

Phillip

How long did he want her to wait for? Maybe she should try to...run? With what? Did she have legs? She looked for them, and it looked like she did, but they felt like nothing. They weren't real anymore. That's nice, she doesn't need to think about legs anymore.

The blue soaks into her body from the puddle and comes back out. She watches it grow. It's pretty, and it glows a little, like a melted star. Is she full of stars? They must've melted inside her. She laughs and tries to touch the stars with her fingers, but the hand isn't listening to her right now.

Everything is dizzy and spinny. She doesn't want to be on the merry-go-round anymore. It's making her sick. She turns, and more stars leave her mouth. It hurts, stars hurt when they leave like that. The star puddle is cold. It feels good, she's too melty inside. Maybe the stars can help her up into the sky when they leave.

This must be how stars are born. They die and turn into rain bits. She liked cold rain, colder than the water cups in the kitchen. Then they come back out and have to fly away again. They'll want to take their mama with them. She didn't want to be a mama, but her stars make the meltedness in her hurt less, so it's ok. She can be their mama. The star puddle isn't flying away yet, maybe they're too scared.

"Iss...ok...t' fly." She could fly. When did she fly? Flying was fun, right? She was small, small babies flew away to neverland, someone said that once. Was she small enough to go to neverland? The stars could come with her. The stars will take her there. "T'nk you stars."

She's breathing for some reason. It rocks her head a little. It's nice, so she keeps doing that. There's a rocking chair in auntie's room that makes a little sound like a donkey. Auntie is dead now, like everyone else. She feels sad. Is anyone still alive, or is she all alone? They're waiting for her so the games can end and they can go home.

She tries to remember a name to give to auntie. It's not there. None of the names are there. Where did her name go? Someone lost their name in a forest. She lost her name there too and now she couldn't say her name or the forest girl's name. The only name that she could find was...

Phillip. That was a special name. It makes her head hurt less to think about. Phillip. Phillip is a special name that matters more than anything. Why is it so important? "Please...tell me..."

Phillip sat on the rocking chair with her. Phillip found crayons she could see. Phillip didn't laugh at her for not seeing anything but what the big people said was blue and yellow. Why wasn't everything blue now? Phillip was a special name. A forever name. He has her name and she has his. She hopes he brings her name back, she wants to see it again. He must miss his name too. He gave it to her, and now it's smudged and cracked. She got it all dirty when... when... She wasn't up here before, but where did she drop the name for it to get so messy?

Phillip would be mad she got his name dirty. He says it's ok when she drops her drawing in her food. Names are like drawings too. You make one and it's yours but you can give it to other people. Phillip drew lots of pictures with her. He doesn't draw anymore. Would he be mad?

She closes her eyes. The star puddle hasn't left yet... Phillip is a good name, it's an important name. Phillip said they'd get old together and go to Florida, his mom said that's where the old people go. Florida had alligators, those were cool. Maybe Phillip is in Florida waiting for her.

It feels good to close her eyes. It's good so she does it. The meltedness in her isn't as bad anymore, the stars are taking it out of her. They're so nice to her, it was too melty inside for her. It's good on her...what? Skin, that's what it is.

Phillip. It's important. He's important so important, where is he? She's shaking, and now the star puddle is too cold. It hurts! She tries to get away from the star puddle, they're mad at her because she didn't give them attention. That's what bad mamas get, pain for being bad. She's bad at being a mama, she doesn't want to be one at all.

"Help me..." She starts to cry. Why does it hurt? Her face is cold, and it's a bad feeling. It's so confusing, it's so dark, where did everything go? It hurts so much, he's back. He's come back and stabbed the knife in her eyes and it's dark forever he's going to stab her forever and she's in the dark now-

Something touches her arm. "You need to open those to get out of the dark." It's Phillip... he taps her eyes. She tries to open them, and it's hard to see anything. Her eyes hurt so much.

"Hi there." He's laying next to her on his chest, frowning at her. Phillip looks just like he does on the rocking chair.

"H-hi." She tries to focus on him.

"You got beat up again. I'm sorry I wasn't able to fight off Glen this time, I thought he was grounded." Phillip looks over her at something far away. "...that's not true, is it? That happened a long time ago, Opal. That's not why you're crying. You got hurt really badly today." Opal...that was her name...right?

Opal, the name still didn't feel right, reaches for him. He was important, but something was still missing. Why was Phillip so important? "It hurts..."

Phillip takes her hand and pulls her up to lean on the entrance to the roof. "It's all done now, no more make believe. Now we can go home and play something else."

"What do you mean?" Opal pulls away from him and falls back on the floor. Something is wrong. Something is bad. "What’s make believe?" The words feel familiar but they don't belong. "No, no it's wrong."

Phillip stares at her with disappointment. "Why can't you just play along? Why can't you just accept this? Look at me. I'm here! I'm perfect looking, isn't that enough for you? Why isn't this good enough to just go along with?"

Opal chokes and coughs, more blood pouring out of her mouth before she could ask him what's going on. Phillip growls and hits his open palm into her chest and makes her cough even harder. "Stop!"

"All you had to do was say ok! That's why you always got hurt! You can't just accept it, can you? You always need to know more, and it hurts everyone else! You couldn't just be happy with your eyes. You couldn't just be happy being Pokotho's special girl. You couldn't just be happy with your body and you made a mess of everything! It's all your fault! You know it is!"

Opal sobs and curls away from him. "I don't understand, what are you saying?"

Phillip rolls his eyes and stomps on her knife broken arm. "You're the worst friend in the world, Opal. Why do you get to fade away in a friendly happy little daze and I had to die that day in the battle? Why did you get to live? Why did you get to leave and do all those wonderful things when you don't even care enough to stay put? It's stupid! I hate you, I hate you because you got everything you wanted and I didn't get anything. You're the worst."

Phillip turns and stomps away. "What did I- why- wait..." Opal cries and curls into a ball. Her arms are too big, and her legs are too big and she's all alone. Opal is alone and Opal will always be alone. Opal doesn't deserve Phillip. Opal is useless.

The time ticks by, Opal and she wishes it would tick away and take her already. Opal is tired and in pain and hates all of this. Opal hates John for doing this to her. Opal hates everyone who left her like this and never stopped to ask her what Opal wanted. No one cared about her enough to think about her as anything but a servant. Or a cute pet to play mommy with. Opal hates life and every last bit of it because it only ever led her to more and more pain until she finally got here, and now Opal could finally lay down and die and leave this awful world behind. Opal can see it all and curse it for being there. Opal is tired. Opal gives up on it all and closes herself off from anything and everything forever. Opal is dying. Opal is dead.

............................

She opens her eyes and tries to find warmth. She watches her tears fall onto the floor and they sparkle at her kindly. She's sad to see them fade.

Through her arms, she sees something move in a stuttery, slow crawl. It pushes and wiggles itself into view. He tilts his head towards her and a sleepy eye meets hers. "I'm...late, but I'm here."

It's the voice, the good voice that makes her think of nice things like the flower around his neck. A flower she knows. "Are you..."

"I think so." He doesn't have much of a mouth to smile with, but he uses what there is to try. He rolls closer to her. "You are too."

She looks at him. "Do you want them?"

He nods. "Can I?"

She shakily opens her bag. Inside, in a shaped lining are his arms.

One is cleanly cut by Pokey without her permission, the other ripped and torn free. She pulls out the clean one first and he pushes himself up on the arm. Holding the second, she threads her hand through its fingers and he takes it back and squeezes her hand back.

Most of his face is gone, and the metal shards in the exposed bones of his skull poke out like spikes. "I missed you." He says. "You haven't visited in a while, but that's ok."

She leans on his arm. "I...broke it." Something broke that meant everything to her. What was it? Something tumbled out of her chest and lay between them. It was shattered. She had broken his candy heart. "I-I'm so sorry..." She starts to cry harder, shoulders shaking.

He hugs her close, and his flower brushes her neck. "You kept it, and that's what matters. I kept your flower, and now we're back together again." He doesn't breathe, but he's warm. "We can make new ones."

She leans against him and he helps her rest against the door downstairs. He curls up with her and looks at the stars in the sky. He's stained with the same thing she is. He's warm, and she's not, so she pulls him closer. He tries to smile again and holds her hand. "Where?"

"Up in the sky, we were gonna go together." He rests his head on top of hers. "We can always whether the weather~." He sings a bit of the tune she knows deep in her core.

"That's what keeps us together..." She sings it back. It's right. It's the song she wants and it's the song that is him. It's the song that is her.

His voice is the good one that she sings with all the time. Everyday they sing together. Everyday is better with him. "Candy hearts and paper flowers, sunset skies, with hundred' hues."

Rhymes and songs we sang, for hours. Words to say I'll love you true.

Times get bad, and then I worry! How I'll ever see it through... but our candy hearts and paper flowers, will always keep me close to you.

Will always keep me close to you!

He sings softer now, and his hands are in hers the way she wishes they were more. He hugs her arm the way that she hugs his when they aren't in the bag.

I'm sorry for breaking your promise, can you even still look at me?

I told you once and now again friend, we'll make a new one so let it be.

But is it hurtful to be with me? When I was so bad to you.

Hey, now, this candy heart is still a-loving, and that love is forever true.

She cries and changes the song, trying to meet him in the connection and joy of sharing music together.

I, missed you and I love you so much, I, wanted to grow you a bunch...of paper flowers so you could be joyful and such, I love you too.

Long days in a rut that was us, happy campers but the reasons turned to mush, so now on the edge of the pain ending rush! I'll hold you close.

They sing together, whatever things they want to say, all coming through in rhyme and lyric until she...starts to lose track of her words. They aren't making sense anymore. He finishes the song, and she tries her best to keep up.

We can, do anything now just come and, hold me close and then, we'll fly! Fly up in the beyond! You and me! Joyful and finally free, as the sunrise, blinds both of our eyes!

Candy, papers will wrap up the candy, flowers and hearts go side by side, and they're bound all their lives.

All their lives...

So now we, paper and candy go swiftly, hurry and run for the starlight! Run to the ground, below~.

For now that we can be eternally,

reunited, let's go live our lives!

We're united...let's go live our lives~

He smiles and takes her by the hand, the other rest on her cheek over the cut in her mouth. "It's time to go."

She closes her eyes and a small spark lights in her mind. Those words meant something a long time ago...

"Mmaaaamaaaaaaaa gooooo!"

A lady in white puts away her phone and looks at her lovingly. "Ok baby! Are you ready for the super duper tough workout?"

"Ya!!"

She gets on the lady's shoulders and she buckles and dramatically wobbles around. "Wooahhhhh I can't stay up! It's too tough a workout! Nooo, I'm gonna fall!"

"No! No no fall!"

The lady makes effort noises and puts her down on the table. "Phewwww, maybe we should just stay home today, I'm pooped." She grins.

"Noooooo! Candy!"

"Hmmm? What's wrong? Ohh I said we would go get some candy after going to the big gym! WelI I guess I have to then!" She laughs and takes her hand. "Alright. Time to go, kiddo!"

He waits for her and looks at the sky. "Are you ready?"

She shakes her head. "There's...more...need the lady first..."

He nods. "Ok, how do I get her?"

"Gotta...be alone looking..."

"I'll be right here waiting, ok? We're gonna make a new candy heart for you, and a new paper flower for me! Right?"

"Mmmmmmm...yeah, wait for me."

He kisses her forehead and hugs her arm tightly. "I did before, and I always will. Cuz I love you." His only leg is bent to go over some of her legs.

"Love you too...friends in...in..." She's so dizzy, and the stars are twinkling around her like little fairies.

"Friends in every weather, friends always together, friends until the very end of time!" He recites it better than she can. He drags himself out of her sight and she lays on her arms. She can't see anything anymore and her head is quiet.

It's a nice quiet. She can't go without the lady and tries really really hard to be loud. It takes all her power to do it. "Lady in white! I'm- I'm ready to go! I'm...ready to go White lady...go...up..." She smiles and closes her eyes.

It's time to go.

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Super lovely design from FNaF AU created by @insomnia-hyena (and drawn by me as commission) <3

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Heartache + Placate. (Toothache + Headache) And that's all 4 of them done.

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Toothache, Headache, Heartache, Placate. All 4, both shaded and flat color versions all together. Some "Spooky" (I guess?) Portraits of the main 4 human characters in my currently running FNaF AU fanfic: A Wound Left Bleeding. Sporting their designs for part 2 of the fic that, I'm still working on, slowly but surely.

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I planned to turn this into another fic teaser, but idk when I'll have the time to go through the fic chapters to find a few quotes to slap on here, so! In the meantime, enjoy this textless version. AWLB AU's version of Shadow Freddy

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Finally got around to designing AWLB AU's version of Shadow Freddy. Drew this completely on the small tablet I got for Christmas, so it may look a bit different. Hoping the file transferred from the tablet well.

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Small "thank you for donation" dance for @insomnia-hyena <3

My salary (i'm a seller in art-supply shop) is delayed in this month, and commissions and donations really saving me T_T

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[GORE] The wound she leaves [FNAF, Renegade AU]

Link: https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/GORE-The-wound-she-leaves-FNAF-Renegade-AU-913304297

Renegade File Server Location: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38432908

Published: Apr 17, 2022

I'm making a bunch of side stories to go alongside my masterpiece: Arcade Conspiracy. These side stories cover what Luis Cabrera didn't see and follow other characters surviving the riot at the Pizzaplex.

Taking place after Luis passes out at the foot of the Princess Quest 3 arcade, we switch to the blurred perspective of Vanessa Diego.

Almost killing Luis earlier in the night had granted her some control back then, but Glitchtrap always regains control. She was banking on Luis being able to free her, but he couldn't, and Glitchtrap used this as an opportunity to kill the interloper once and for all.

Ness comes back to her senses after stabbing Luis. She sees him bleeding out, and wants to save him, but Glitchtrap won't let her. He gives her a choice: finish him off herself or watch him slowly bleed out.

Knowing that William is a business man, she knows what she has to do and is willing to sacrifice anything to keep Luis alive. She has been forced to extract remnant from herself before, so knows too well that remnant can be extracted from still living humans, so she proposes a deal: She is to extract remnant from Luis, sacrificing a portion of his memories, in exchange for letting her beloved interloper to live.

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Ness stared at her hands, then at the ground before her. Luis lay bearly breathing, a knife had been plunged into his abdomen but he was still alive for now. Blood soaked the floor and the fabric of the feet of her rabbit costume.

She was still wearing the rabbit costume. But why did she expect any different; she only had this costume and a pair of more pedestrian clothes, and that was all.

She took a second look at her hands, and sure enough, they were covered in fabric, one hand red, the other a blueish off-white. Both were stained with blood.

"No no no, this can't be happening!"

She stepped backwards as she tried to wake herself from this nightmare, only to quickly discover that she was already awake.

So if she was awake, Luis was really bleeding out before her again.

As she saw his breathing get weaker, she tried to get closer, but it felt as though someone or something was holding her back. So she sunk to her knees instead and tried to remember what happened.

She recalled the east arcade. She had been taken over by 'Vanny'. She had stabbed him, slashed at him, and had almost killed him, the intention having been to stab a knife through his heart. Luis had managed to push the knife to a non-fatal area of his abdomen, but that didn't change the fact that he had been stabbed.

Ness knew that it was at that moment when she had regained control, to at least some degree. Enough to let go and give him a chance to get back up. Then, Vanny was back in power, right up until the critical moment. Ness remembered that when she was given a critical opportunity, she instead foolishly pulled out the knife and kissed Luis before forcing her body to retreat.

Whilst she felt a fool, she'd never trade those actions for the world.

And she had happened across him again when he was on his way to Fazerblast, when he was bearly conscious and she had bearly managed to ensure that Glitchtrap didn't hurt him by making the most out of what little control she had left.

And finally, she had watched him collapse at the foot of the Princess Quest 3 arcade.

And Glitchtrap had made her stab him.

A precision wound in the exact same place he had been stabbed last time.

Ness looked back up at Luis his eyes had opened, as was his mouth. He was still alive - she thanked the stars - and he was smiling at her.

His mouth then closed, so it was clear he was still alive, still able to move somewhat. And the reason his mouth had been open was because he had spoken.

"Nessie, I love you."

She felt as though she didn't deserve this kindness. Glitchtrap had turned her into Vanny again and made another attempt on Luis's life, only hours after the previous.

Luis had tried to save her, and had failed, and here he was, bleeding out in the Fazerblast control room. She reached for the knife, but knew she'd probably hurt him more.

Then, she turned to the first aid kit.

She had to save her Luis, weather Glitchtrap wanted her to or not, she'd do it.

With a deep breath, she gently removed the knife and begun to treat Luis's wound. This wound was in the exact same place where she had stabbed him back at the arcade. If she could patch him up well enough, nobody would notice that she had attacked him again, right?

Nodding in affirmation to herself, she begun to stitch up the wound with surgical precision, copying the exact same methods as the previous patch-up of this wound, as even though Glitchtrap's influence had forced her to be adept and killing, it had also made her more versed in surgery. The other of the two constants within the Afton's: murder and surgery.

As she was stitching up Luis's wound, replicating what she had gathered from the pinpricks around the wound so that nobody aside from herself and Luis would ever know that this wound had been stabbed twice, she felt a presence over her shoulder.

"Please, go away." Ness said, "let Luis and I have a moment together. It may be our last chance and-"

"It will be." The looming presence, Glitchtrap himself, replied.

Ness was too stunned to reply, trying her best not to shake as she continued to heal Luis. He had lost a lot of blood, but she knew that he was rather hardy, so she had hope that he'd survive. She'd even found an IV of that fluid stuff - she did not have time to know what it was called, only what it intrinsically was without words and that it'd help - that'd help Luis not go into shock.

"Isn't it beautiful, isn't it romantic?" Glitchtrap said, almost mockingly, "he will die, and even in death, he'll be yours. His last smile, his last words, his last kiss. All yours and he gave them to you himself. All you have to take is his life. Isn't that what you wanted? For this man to be yours?"

Ness felt Glitchtrap's hand on her shoulder and she felt a chil shoot down her spine, freezing all her limbs in an instant.

"That's ... Not right." She didn't know if those were the right words. She loved Luis, and he was hers already before all of this, but she would never take his life.

The segment of her mind that Glitchtrap had taken over wanted to see Luis bleed out before her. It tried to convince her that it would be beautiful. It tried to convince her that he would be hers forever as a corpse, but would leave her now he knows she's a killer, but only if she let him live. But the real her, the last remaining shred of her mind she had left within her control, wanted Luis to live. She knew that he would stay by her side, even through this.

She had to keep patching him up. He had to survive.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to keep stitching up his wound, but her body wouldn't cooperate. It was as if someone had pressed pause on her body. She knew this feeling all to well. Glitchtrap was not going to let her keep healing Luis.

"It wasn't a suggestion." Glitchtrap said, forcing Ness's free hand towards the knife she had set down. "Would you rather see him bleed out slowly, or let him die quickly."

'No!' she tried to shout, but her voice didn't escape her lips. Instead, the sickening sensation of claws scratched within her throat as her voice came out as a distorted perversion of her own. "Slowly."

Tears fell down her cheeks as she was forced to listen to the words that were not hers fall from her mouth, and even if they were not hers, they meant the same thing. She had been given a choice, and she simply had been made to say the option closest to what she wanted.

She looked at Luis, whose breathing was slow and shallow as his shining eyes started to look like they were glazing over. The side of her under Glitchtrap's direct command found the sight hauntingly beautiful, but the parts of herself she still had control over found it terrifying. She was losing him. Fast.

She had to think of something. Some way to keep him alive. She knew all too well the Afton's always disposed of things that they decided no longer had use, so she needed to trick the rabbit into believing that Luis had some use to him alive.

"Remnant can be extracted from a live host..." She mumbled. Remnant could be produced by the living, usually in trace amounts, but she knew of Henry, or more specifically the doll that became a replacement for his daughter. She knew Cecilia, a girl who uses remnant from her own body to keep herself alive. She knew Krasnyy, who William had tried to kill back in the mid 2000's. William had flayed the skin from the journalist's right arm to start the production of remnant. She remembered that Krasnyy had told everyone that he only realised that remnant had been extracted from him after looking through his camera footage and finding footage he didn't remember taking whilst escaping from William.

So she knew that she'd be sacrificing some of Luis's memories. The snippets would be short, if she had her way, but she had no way of knowing if or how Glitchtrap would intervene.

"I know. Tonight has been disappointing for production and that is our last option; taking scraps of agony grief and anger from what little blood was shed." Glitchtrap seemed deep in thought. Ness hoped he was considering what she was thinking. "Are you proposing we keep him alive to extract trace amounts of remnant from time to time?"

"If you want to keep that corpse of yours alive into next week, do you have a choice?" Ness spat in reply. Glitchtrap's human corpse component, Burntrap, was festering in a recharge station in the basement. Remnant was needed to reanimate it, and it was almost complete. But she hoped that even after it was complete that William still wouldn't have enough to persist.

"Deal. We only need a tad more, so I require a decent sided sample." Glitchtrap grinned, much to Ness's horrified suprise, "some remnant in exchange for keeping him alive. You don't even need to keep him as a pet; he can go free after the sample has been taken."

"Thank you."

Nausea built up in her head and stomach as she let the reality set in. She had just agreed to extract remnant from an alive Luis. She didn't know how many memories he'd lose, and didn't want to ask right now, but she'd made a deal. One that'd see Luis live.

She never wanted to have to thank Glitchtrap for anything ever again.

She found that she could move again and immediately finished patching up Luis's wound. Whilst still shallow, his breathing had leveled out and she knew he'd be ok. Her fabric gloves were covered in blood to the point where they were heavy, but this time, it was from healing instead of hurting, so they didn't feel as heavy.

"Now," Glitchtrap said, "first you'll need to change. You can clean your suit later. Then, you need to make sure that he won't be able to see where he is or escape. Finally, decide on a remnant extraction facility."

"I'll use the one behind the daycare." Ness said as she changed out of her rabbit costume and into a grey t-shirt, black slacks, and a purple plaid shirt. Her hands were stained slightly red, but as much as she hated it, she was used to the stains by now.

"Strange choice, seeing as it's so small, but seeing as you've used it before and it's equip to be less ... Invasive." Glitchtrap mumbled, "but it'll do. I can't believe you're cooperating with me for a change. Perhaps I should have tried to kill him sooner. Oh wait, I did."

Ness ignored the remarks as she turned back to Luis, recalling Glitchtrap's second order: prevent Luis from seeing or escaping.

She hated herself to do it, but she had made this deal in order to keep him alive, so surely her beloved would understand, right?

She grabbed a length of rope from a storage crate and a scrap of cloth. As she tied the cloth over Luis's eyes, she realised that he was unconscious. Her heart skipped a beat in fear, but he was breathing and his heart was beating, so she released the breath she was holding and gave him a kiss of the forehead before slinging the rope over her shoulder like a stereotypical fictional tomb raider and picking him up in a bridal style carry.

There was no need for him to be restrained yet. That was only necessary for the remnant extraction procedure.

Before she left Fazerblast, she switched the backup EMP circuit in her flannel jacket on. It wouldn't be as effective as it didn't have the accompanying illusion circuit that the rabbit suit had, but with the riot, human staff were unlikely to bother her. With her pedestrian clothes she looked like a regular lady tending to the wounded; oh how it was both almost true and the opposite. Unless they knew her, they'd seldom suspect that the rabbit lady whose presence induced headaches was her, as no illusion circuit means no migraine inducing aura, which also ment that Luis wouldn't be uncomfortable during this transit.

As she navigated through the atrium, then to the main lobby/ enterance zone, and then to the daycare, she found herself rambling. First about how much she had missed being home and hated being trapped here. Then about how she was sorry that she couldn't do more to halt Glitchtrap, and how she knew that Luis would tell her to stop being so hard on herself if he could hear her. Then finally, she talked about the arcades. Why didn't they let Luis in? He had done everything right, right?

"Unless those other arcades the last technician looked into were a part of this. Poor guy managed to beat those arcades, only to get abducted and shot before he could beat the last one. It's like a conspiracy."

She looked down at Luis, and he looked so peaceful. His faded heartbeat and shallow breathing soothed her. His hair and clothes were soaked in blood, and he looked so fragile in her arms. He looked so beautiful and Ness wished that time would freeze so that she could stay with her beloved Luis forever, on her own terms.

Ness took a deep breath as the door hidden behind the pirate poster opened for herself and Luis, allowing her to walk inside. She walked through the dingy corridor, but couldn't shake the idea that she had been followed.

But she had work to do.

She carefully dragged Luis into the small offshoot room that was through a cylindrical hole in the wall and gently placed him on the floor. She then located the remnant extraction equipment that had been hidden in the room for her to use. Finally, she bound Luis's arms behind his back. The less he could move during the procedure the better.

Preparing the remnant extraction kit, Ness saw Luis beginning to wake up.

His shallow breathing became more rapid and she heard his heart beat faster but not louder.

"It's ok, you'll be ok," Ness tried to convince both herself and Luis that he would be ok as she placed her free hand on his face, "See, I'm here."

Luis's breathing seemed to slow down to a safe place for how shallow it was, and he seemed to be trying to speak, but his words were so quiet that even she couldn't understand him.

"It won't hurt, I promise, and I hope you forgive me - if you remember." Ness softly moved her hand down Luis's face until she was at his neck, then carefully, she tilted his head to the side as to expose his neck.

As she did so, she felt Luis struggle beneath her, weak and exhausted. His attempt to fight back was in vain, as he couldn't even shake off the light nudge of her hand against his face. "Nessie? What are you going to do to me?" He asked, his fear filled voice so weak it was almost silent. "Please, be honest."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she replied, "I'm... I have to extract remnant from you. It won't kill you, but as with all live extractions, you will forget a few things. It will sting a little, but only the same as getting a needle in your neck would normally. I should know."

"Nessie, you...?" Luis's voice was a mix of fear and concern. Ness knew that he was worried about her as much as he was himself.

"After a botched kill, I had to extract some from myself to meet quota. I lost almost a day." She counted herself lucky that she couldn't remember that day thanks to the memory being extracted as remnant, "This extractor can only hold a few hours at most, only minutes if there's enough agony. That's why I picked this one. It'll just be like getting struck with slight amnesia, ok?"

"Ok." Luis conceded as he let Ness finish tilting his head, "just be careful, ok? I'm counting on you."

Ness nodded, tears in her eyes, "I will."

She planted a kiss on Luis's forehead before aligning the needle of the extractor's syringe with Luis's neck.

Hesitation took hold. She didn't want to do this. But she had to. She had made a deal that would let Luis live. It wasn't the first, but she hoped it'd be the last.

After a deep breath, she plunged the syringe into Luis's neck and took a second syringe. This second one was what would cause remnant to be produced. She injected the compound next to where the extractor's syringe had pierced into Luis's neck and then watched as the extractor syringe begun to fill up with an iridescent black liquid.

Sometimes, she'd see hints of other colours, but most of it was a black that glistened like a rainbow.

At most, she knew Luis would forget this night, and at minimum, he'd forget the minutes before the extraction process. The likely gap would be between when she saw him collapse after the princess quest 3 arcade didn't let him in and now, but only Luis or William would be able to confirm if that were true. Luis because he'd be able to say the last thing he remembered, and William because the old man can 'read' remnant and tell what memories it holds.

She stopped watching the syringe and looked at Luis's face. Even though she couldn't see his eyes, she knew that he was falling asleep. She let herself smile and pretend for a moment that everything was OK, but her fantasy was interrupted by the rude beeping of the extractor. It was done.

She carefully removed the empty syringe from Luis's neck before placing it on the ground. Then, she grabbed a vial from the side of the extractor.

"Gently does it," she mumbled as she slipped the remnant filled syringe out of Luis's neck and transferred the substance to the vial she had grabbed. The iridescent black liquid filled the vial almost completely, and as she compared it to the previous extractions she had been forced to perform, she realised that this was bearly a tenth of a normal haul, yet the agony was so potent that the sheer potency alone more than made up for it.

With a smile, she slipped the vial into a holding pocket on her jacket where it would be safe.

Looking back at Luis, she now knew for a fact that if he wasn't asleep before, he definitely was out cold now. She ran her hand down his neck over where the syringes had been inserted, and whilst the pinpricks were near-impossible to see, she knew they were there. She could also feel his pulse, and it was surprisingly stable. Knowing that there was a chance she'd never see him again, she planted a light kiss on Luis's neck over syringes pinpricks as a just-in-case goodbye.

Now, she had to hide Luis. If anyone did follow her, she didn't want them finding him unless they wanted to take him to safety. Safety being one of the many groups of staff that had formed and posted themselves in secure areas of the megaplex in order to ensure the best chances of survival. None of those locked behind had died yet, much to Williams distaste, which was probably why he was fine with keeping Luis alive provided some remnant was extracted.

Looking about the room, she opted to hide Luis at the side of the BB world arcade cabinet. Gently, she lifted him up and sat him down within the gap between the metal and the wall. It was a tight squeeze, but Luis's thin frame fit just fine as the walls propped him up in a sitting position. She hoped that he'd be safe here.

The more she looked at Luis's the more she wanted to stay. If Glitchtrap was simply a man holding her hostage,  she'd run away with Luis and never look back. Yet whilst she was a hostage, her captor was a spectral entity and had taken up residence inside her brain, latching on so that no matter where she ran, the monster would always be not even a step behind.

She had to leave her beloveds side for now to deliver the vial that should guarantee his safety.

Uncertainty crept over her as she lingered too long on the word 'should'. William was both the homicidal mascot, Glitchtrap, but also the refined businessman of the Afton family, so he should keep his end of the bargain and let Luis escape alive now she had fulfilled her end of the deal. After all, even if he looked like a stupid oversized plush toy, his business man habits still stood.

Even though she hated what she had to do to Luis, the fact remained that there were no other options. She was not going to subject Luis to the same torment she had to endure, she wasn't going to let him bleed out before her. She only hoped that he didn't forget too much. He was still her beacon of hope for escape, even now; his knowledge of the arcades would still be her key in escaping this hell.

As Ness crawled out of the hidden room, she saw an unfriendly pair of eyes staring her down. Instinctively, she knew that this person knew of her, and that she was now face-to-face with an 'exec', an executive of Fazbear Entertainment: with white hair and red eyes, this man was likely the son of the infamous C location manager, Daniel D., and the attitude must be heradatory too.

"Where is Luis Cabrera." The exec asked, his venom filled voice booming in the small room.

Ness's body didn't feel like her own anymore - as if it has ever been her own this past month, it had only been tonight after stabbing Luis the first time when she had recaptured any bastion of control, only to have it ripped away again. Her body was was moving on its own. 'I don't know', she wanted to lie, but the words "in there" came out instead in a sickly sweet and static drenched perversion of her real voice as her arm involuntarily moved and pointed to the hole in the wall from where she had just crawled from.

The exec simply nodded and crawled inside. By the 'there he is' that Ness heard, she knew that the exec had found Luis almost immediately. So much for the gap between the side of the arcade cabinet and the wall being a safe hiding spot.

She couldn't bring herself to move. She knew what execs were like, and she feared what the man would do to her beloved.

She didn't want her beloved to wind up like the poor technician before him. Why did she ever think that room was a safe hiding spot? That was the exact room the previous man who tried to glitch the arcades was shot! And Luis would be next.

Shaking, she sunk to her knees. Had her efforts had been for naught? A part of her wished that she did let Luis bleed out back in Fazerblast, calm and smiling in her arms. She did not know if the side with that thought was her, or the cage that she was normally trapped inside, but this time, she didn't care.

Reaching into her jacket, she grabbed the vial of remnant, ready to crush the vial the second a gunshot sounded, but there was no shot yet. Only yelling. But she didn't know how long it'd last.

She felt a presence over her shoulder, and a rough hand with purple nails with faded yellow and redish pink star transfers still adorning the surface.

She didn't need words to speak to her sister. Actions did just fine.

As Sylvia snuck into the secret room, moving quieter than even she could, Ness followed. Her movement were muffled by the yelling which was now a rather one-sided back-and-forth.

Ness wasn't surprised to see a gun in the execs hand, but she was surprised that he hadn't fired a single bullet yet. Not even a warning shot. But she counted herself and Luis lucky; Faz Ent' had sent someone bent on extracting a confession prior to putting the unlucky victim down, and fortunately, Luis wasn't cooperating.

But the exec's patience soon begun to wear thin.

Sylvia primed herself to attack as the exec raised his gun to Luis's head.

Ness found herself frozen to the spot, unable to move, even if she wanted to.

"MOVE!"

A deafening yell was followed by an even more deafening gunshot.

She would have swore that her heart would have stopped and shattered if she didn't hear Luis screaming in agony. Despite the blood soaking into his shirt, flowing from his shoulder, he was alive.

And Sylvia had pinned the exec to the ground and Ness helped her hold him down as Sylvia bound the bastard with cable ties. Ness wanted to make sure that he'd never lay a finger near Luis again, but she knew better when in her own mind to not add another body to the ever growing pile. At least her beloved was safe, and not only that, prevented an innocent from dying to her hands this night.

Sylvia went over to Luis to check on him, and then turned to Ness and nodded. "He's still alive. I'll take the exec, you take Luis."

As Sylvia grabbed the exec and dragged him out, no regard for the integrity of the man's body, Ness turned to Luis, who she noticed had passed out cold.

"I guess I get to have you in my arms one last time. Again." She smiled to herself as she carefully picked up Luis and gently dragged him out of the hidden room, before resuming a bridal style carry.

She followed behind her sister who was crudely dragging the exec behind her by the collar of the man's shirt, letting his broken body drag behind.

Turning her attention back to Luis, she noted that his breathing was shallow again. She knew he'd die if not given medical attention, but the full lobby gave her hope. Surely, one of the tens, no, probably at least a hundred members of staff that were locked behind would know how to treat her beloveds wounds.

The main lobby was a sea of people, and she could feel every stare that came her way. But she knew they weren't staring at her. The disassembled staffbots showed that thier only two concerns were 'is that a human' and 'is the man in her arms alive'. The answer to both was yes, she hoped.

She followed Sylvia to a small group of survivors who she recognised, one guard being the son of a friendly acquaintance, and another, a child, the girl that William had tried so hard to make her kill.

William wasn't dumb enough to try to attack someone in effective broad daylight, so the girl was safe.

After setting Luis down, the red haired guard immediately begun to tend to Luis's wounds with the precision of a forest ranger, but she knew she couldn't stay to see him wake.

Stealing one last glance at Luis, She walked back up the stairs, feeling no eyes on her, and entered the elevator.

Luis was alive. Therefore, she had a vial of remnant to deliver.

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[hyenasfnafaus]

And done! :3 I may go back one day and try and add a few more details, but for now, I'm content with it :3 Definitely gonna do something simpler next week though, I'm thinking maybe a matching Mangle to go with the Foxy piece I did before this one :3