#fnaf foxy fanfic

[m0ldyp0tat0]

After watching the Fnaf movie, I'm back obsessing about Foxy the pirate bc he's the best.

AND I feel like there isn't enough content of him 😩😩😩😩😩😩

I'm starving for content about him....

Like something

(If this post doesn't make sense, it's bc im tired, and it's like the middle of the night)

[theartlockerlocked]

I love this theory... also the story made me cry.

Go give their their fanfic some love at:

[choerypetal]

Together. / Mike Schimdt

Authors Note : So I just happened to watch the FNAF movie and my god it was so good, with a hint of good Lore in it. Also the cast was perfect and ever since watching it, I had a thought of writing a quick one shot for Mike and Y/N. Where Y/N suffers from hallucination and has the same symptoms but a different kind of illness than Abby's. Suggesting that they see also the kids but also the man who's being everything, not only controlling them and their life styles, resulting in a lack of sleep pattern and tons of trauma.

Enjoy!

Ps : Pls don't repost or copy and paste my works. Everything is written by me, and also note that English isn't my first mother language, so I apologize in advance if there is any grammar errors. I tried my very best.

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From one call to another, Mike encountered an unending stream of repetitive "nos" and polite rejections for the position he sought. It dawned on him that he might be the source of the issue, especially after the peculiar "incident" that may have left a stranger somewhat shaken. A few days post-dismissal, someone finally directed him to visit the office of Steve Raglan, a man he had never met before. Today presented the perfect opportunity. Mr. Raglan fit the mold of a man from a bygone era, with his distinctive round glasses and traditional attire. Michael's growing apprehension made him wonder if venturing into this place had been a poor decision all along.

A hushed pause enveloped the room as Mr. Raglan perused Mike's professional background with casual interest. "Well, Mike..." He paused in the midst of his sentence, stealing a quick, appraising glance in his direction. Mike responded nonchalantly. "Yes?" His voice, however, lacked the self-assuredness he longed to convey.

"Care for some coffee?" Steve's inquiry was succinct yet brimming with anticipation as he strolled toward his coffee machine. Mike hesitated, then replied, "Um... No, thank you. I'd rather get this done quick." Deep down, Mike yearned for a stable job, one that would enable him to look after his sister, Abby, and perhaps even sway their aunt to grant them custody.

Steve sensed the growing impatience in his client, who was eager to learn what the future had in store. "You know," Steve remarked, returning to his chair, his voice now tinged with excitement – a side effect, Mike presumed, of his coffee intake. "I recognize this place. It's a place where someone like you would give anything for the job..." A spark of curiosity ignited within Mike as he leaned closer to Mr. Reglan, raising an intrigued brow. "And," Mike inquired. "what makes this place so special?" Steve paused briefly, carefully choosing his words. "Well, you see..."

Mike found himself utterly perplexed by the revelation before him. The location had not only been abandoned since the '80s but also, the job requirements were far from aligning with his original intentions. The compensation was dismal, and he couldn't help but suspect that perhaps none of the previous security guards had been paid properly either. Or not paid at all. It involved a shift he had no expertise in and had no intention of pursuing, particularly after having to bail on his babysitter to bring Abby with him. It was an unequivocal "No." He declared firmly, convinced that this man was even more cynical than he was.

"Are you absolutely certain? Your resume suggests you're more than capable for the position." Mr. Raglan made one final attempt to persuade, his features softening subtly from their earlier rigidity. However, Mike shook his head once more, resolute in his decision. He muttered briefly about the job being the primary source of his conflict, preventing him from seeing Abby or ensuring she had a decent meal, not to mention avoiding losing custody to his aunt. With determination, he rose from his chair, ready to leave the office. Just as Mike was about to exit, Steve handed him his business card, his demeanor marked by a slight pout, swiftly followed by a confident smile. "Just in case, take this," he suggested. Mike, though hesitating for a moment, accepted the card out of politeness and left the office without a word.

After his meeting with Mr. Raglan, Mike's quest for the ideal job seemed to come to an unfortunate conclusion. None of the places he had contacted before his appointment with the advisor, and none since, had offered him any promising prospects. He was beginning to contemplate that maybe accepting the night shift at this particular place was the most feasible option for now. If nothing else, it would provide him with a source of income, and the busy night hours might keep his mind occupied. What enticed him even more was the prospect of being his own boss, with no co-workers to influence his ever-present paranoia. This thought made him more determined than ever to give it a try.

On that very same day, as Abby engrossed herself in her beloved TV shows, Mike settled in to tackle his usual paperwork. It was a task he wasn't particularly fond of, especially considering how the bills seemed to climb higher with each passing month. Even though they were essentially the same, being currently unemployed gave him the impression that each payment had somehow inflated. Just as he was wrapping up his tax payments, a business card slipped through the paperwork, piquing his curiosity and triggering an unexpected flashback.

He hesitated for a moment, contemplating the significance of the card, and then made an impulsive decision. Michael picked up the card and dialed Mr. Reglan's number.

Silence greeted Mike on the other end of the line, as if Mr. Raglan had anticipated the need to give him some space before speaking. "Hello, Mr. Raglan, it's Mike." He began, slightly perplexed. Oddly enough, he could almost sense the man's smile from the other end of the call. It was a whimsical, knowing smile, as if the company had despaired of finding anyone willing to take on the position. Advising Mr. Raglan to take anyone who had agreed upon the offer. "The man who doesn’t do night shifts..." 

“How may I help you?” 

He hesitated for a moment, taking a deep gulp. Ultimately, if he hoped to secure some much-needed income by the end of the month, Mike felt he had no choice but to go for it. With trepidation, he inquired about the availability of the job position. Mr. Raglan's response was swift and affirmative, exuding a sense of warmth toward the young man's inquiry. Encouraged by this, Mr. Raglan asked, "So, from the seemingly random question, can I assume you are accepting to be the Night Guard? Is that correct?"

“Yes.” Mike firmly agreed. 

“Well!” Mr. Raglan exclaimed with a beam smile written on his features. “Now let me explain you everything you need to know…” 

Mike's first night turned out to be anything but simple, despite his initial expectations. Although he had assumed it would be a straightforward affair, the reality hit him when he arrived at the Pizzeria. Mr. Raglan had painted an enticing picture, but the reality was far from appealing. The exterior of the place was drab, with a sign in disrepair, and an entrance that appeared older than Mike himself. The eerie atmosphere left him questioning the wisdom of his decision to accept the job. However, the need for money was a compelling motivator, so he soldiered on.

As he stepped into the building, he recalled being informed that the technology was outdated yet operational, suggesting that someone had been there before him to maintain it. Regardless, as long as their shifts didn't overlap, it was a situation he could live with. However, as he prepared to settle into his office, a profound sense of isolation crept over him. Or perhaps it was a feeling he had merely convinced himself of.

On that very night, Mr. Raglan had called for a check-in, a practice that you found rather unsettling. It only served to worsen your already fragile sleep schedule as the weeks passed. What made it even more distressing were the persistent, haunting visions of them replaying in your mind – flashbacks of their appearances at the restaurant and even inside your own home. But what set your anxiety spiraling was the presence of an eerie figure intertwined with these visions. This haunting scenario ultimately drove you to seek medical attention at the hospital due to severe sleep deprivation. After that harrowing incident, it's safe to say that your eyes would seldom close.

You had also received a rather cryptic warning to keep an eye on the new night security guard, as if your job wasn't demanding enough on its own. Strangely enough, you had never laid eyes on the big boss, nor had any idea what he even looked like. All you knew was that he had a penchant for privacy and seemed to have great faith in Mr. Raglan's knack for providing these kinds of employment opportunities.

As you cruised through the town, dressed in your security guard uniform, you made a pit stop at the convenience store. There, you grabbed some instant coffee and a few snacks to keep yourself alert during your night shift. It wasn't as if you desperately needed them, but considering the unpredictable behavior of the animatronics, especially on the new security guard’s very first day, you opted to stay on high alert. After all, it had been who knew how long since you'd managed to keep your sanity intact while enduring the trials of this dismal place.

You had casually mentioned to Vanessa that you had a few errands to run. She appeared as exhausted as you, both of you affected by the recent ordeal involving the security guard. You couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor guy, always caught in the middle of chaos and associated with the color purple. It seemed absurd that something so innocuous could be the root of all these problems, but you quickly dismissed such thoughts. After paying the cashier and expressing your gratitude, you left the store behind.

Mike's night was surprisingly going well, and he mused, "It's not as bad as I thought." Despite his seemingly confident tone, he remained alert and cautious. While you had explicitly advised Vanessa not to come and check on you, yet she did precisely the opposite. Mike suddenly became aware that he was not alone. Could it be a burglar? He had been sternly warned against letting any strangers in, and he was determined to follow that advice. However, Vanessa's impressive familiarity with the Pizzeria allowed her to slip in through an alternate entrance, demonstrating her knowledge of the place. Leading Mike into desperate urgent major. Finding the burglar. 

Meeting Vanessa had caught him off guard, and he was momentarily taken aback by her unexpected presence. Vanessa, however, took the initiative to speak on his behalf. "You must be the new security guard," she observed. Mike, still trying to process who this woman was, offered a hesitant nod, prompting a chuckle from Vanessa at his reaction. "I'm Vanessa," she introduced herself, her tone light. "Security guard by day, and assistant by night."

"Assistant?" Mike scrutinized her, contemplating whether he should call the big boss to confirm her role. However, Vanessa reassured him, saying. "No need to. The big boss called Y/N to fix Foxy's lair."

"Y/N?" Mike inquired, skepticism evident in his voice. "And why should I take your word for it without any proof?" He stayed close to the camera footage and swiftly switched to the next camera, which was focused on Foxy's area. Everything appeared to be in pristine condition, suggesting the entire place had been left deserted. "And who is this... Y/N?"

Vanessa pointed at the screen displaying the main entrance, where you were standing, clearly aware of the camera above. You cheekily flipped your finger at the camera, leaving Mike torn between the belief that Vanessa was indeed present or that the security guard was merely doing his job, and she wasn't there at all.

"I informed them that I wouldn't be around, but they are rather fragile. They are being advised to be checked on during their shift." Vanessa explained. "While I focus on the animatronics to avoid raising any suspicion, I suggest you go and check on them.”

The instructions were unmistakable, and Mike had little choice but to comply. "But... what if the boss finds out I'm not at my station?" He voiced his concern. Vanessa couldn't help but chuckle softly, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. "Don't fret. He's already aware." She reassured him, her expression tinged with a hint of guilt.

"Great," Mike muttered with an eye roll as he returned to monitoring the main entrance. He couldn't help but steal a glance at your figure, noticing how cold you seemed on this early fall night. He could practically see you shouting on the other line, "Hey, jerk! Let me in, it's freezing out here!" Even though he couldn't hear your words, he could tell from the expression on your face. In response, he finally granted you access, and you muttered with relief. "About time..." just before stepping inside.

As you stepped inside, the interior of the place made you acutely aware of your luck, albeit in an eerie way. It was undeniably creepy, yet you had an inexplicable sense of safety and even felt oddly welcomed. Foxy, known to be the most terrifying and historically the meanest of them all, somehow found solace in your presence. You could have sworn that at times, his eyes seemed to lower, watching as you tended to him. It was as though he had a hidden identity, not quite ready to reveal his true nature, you suspected.

As you wandered through the Pizzeria, Mike couldn't help but notice your diminutive figure amidst all the towering animatronics. He found it difficult to fathom how someone so petite could be employed in this establishment. He murmured his thoughts to Vanessa, nudging her gently. "Maybe we—" He began, but she quickly interrupted, saying, "Not now."

As you finished repairing Bonnie, the big boss tasked you with fixing Foxy, who had been acting strangely. It struck you as odd because Foxy typically only reacted to potential intruders. He preferred targeting moving objects over those playing hide and seek until they got too close. You made your way up to his lair, pulled back the curtains, and revealed his silhouette. "Seems like someone's been naughty lately..." Your voice usually provided comfort, but today it had an odd tone. "Have you...met the new guard?" You found it rather absurd to be talking to a robotic entity, particularly one as poorly and cheaply programmed as you had discovered. If there was one thing you wanted to tell the big boss, assuming you ever met them, it was to consider upgrading the gear if they ever thought of opening another Pizzeria. 

On the other end, Mike observed you with a watchful eye. It didn't take long before you began repairing Foxy's arm and his body started to glitch unexpectedly. "Weird... I thought—" Your words were abruptly cut off by a loud and startling BANG. Foxy's eyes were now fixed on you, but they were different from what you were used to. They were red and filled with anger, just like in your recurring nightmares. In that harrowing moment, you froze in place, uncertain of what to do next. "Y/N!" Vanessa's voice came through the walkie-talkie, but you couldn't hear it. Everything around you felt vacant, as if you were about to become Foxy's last meal of the night... or so you feared.

An arm swiftly reached out and pulled you close to its owner. Mike clutched you tightly, and a sense of terror and dread washed over both of you. It was Mike who managed to break free from the grip and make a dash for the monitor room, but just as he got there, Bonnie arrived, blocking his path. "Damn it," he cursed, frantically scanning for an alternate route. You, from your vantage point, weakly directed him, "The first aid room...to the right."

Without uttering a word of thanks, which, given the gravity of the situation, seemed secondary to getting you to safety, Mike finally brought you to the emergency room. It was a room that had seen far too much use, but oddly enough, everything seemed to return to normal once you arrived. The animatronics had moved elsewhere, and for some reason, they couldn't access the area. This brought a sense of relief to Mike. He carefully placed your body on a rather shabby bunk bed and softly murmured, "Here..." You remained in a state of shock, your eyes wide as if your body had been frozen in place. "Hey," He attempted to reassure you, "you're safe now. Vanessa should... Great job, Mike, real smooth." He berated himself inwardly for his awkward choice of words.

Upon hearing Vanessa's presence, you lifted your head abruptly, your eyes brimming with tears you were trying to hold back. Just when you thought of her, she appeared, precisely knowing where to find you. You felt a mixture of relief and concern as she leaned in to inspect you for any wounds or scratches, cupping your face and keeping her gaze locked on you. "Has they had any water?" Mike, who was present to assist, appeared increasingly nervous this time. Being new to this place, he didn't know everything either. "Where... Where is it?" He stammered, quickly searching the room. Vanessa pointed in the direction, her eyes never leaving you. "The first storage room to the left."

"Y/N, look at me." Vanessa implored, his voice filled with unease. "The man doesn't exist. He's not here... He's a fictional—"

Nervously, Mike handed the water bottle to Vanessa, who then offered it to you. This time, you shook your head vigorously, tears streaming down your face. "No! I saw him. Foxy spoke his name to me! It can't just be in my dreams!" You pleaded, desperate to convince them, despite your previous breakdowns being labeled as delusional by past doctors. As you shook your head, you realized that Mike was beside you. You clung to his arm, causing him to gulp nervously, just a little. "You have to believe me... Please..."

Mike found it hard to believe, even though you had clearly experienced a breakdown in that moment. While it was entirely understandable, he tried to do the same thing Vanessa did. "Perhaps you should just take a moment to breathe." He suggested. "Whenever I'm in a state of panic, my doctor advises me to take deep breaths." You observed him closely and countered. "And does your doctor say you're insane?"

Insane…

As undeniable as the truth was, it struck Mike that perhaps you were right. Everything seemed so peculiar when it came to Abby and Y/N's imaginary friends, especially with Vanessa working so hard to conceal her friend's breakdowns. "You know... now that you mention it..." Mike began, leaning in to discuss it further. Vanessa attempted to nudge him away, but you allowed him to continue. But he stopped. And by locking eyes with each other, you both knew something was wrong with this place. So in response, you leaned in and wrapped yourself in his arm. There was something about him that felt like home. You felt protected and, for once, someone truly understood you.

On the other hand, Mike comforted you with a few soothing rubs on your back. He glanced at Vanessa, who seemed to share the relief but carried a heavy load of guilt inside, which she wasn't ready to disclose to either Mike or you. “Shh… I got you.” He said, with a soothing voice that remembered it as your older brother. Not letting it go he continued. “We are going to get through all of this together… Y/N.” 

“Together…” 

In the distance, Abby observed the trio with Foxy's humanoid presence beside her. Foxy, who felt a deep sense of guilt for what he had done to them just hours ago, hesitated to intervene to bring Y/N back to him. However, as he watched Mike and you, he felt a strong urge to protect you, jealousy even you were a mother figure for everyone, but especially Foxy. Abby noticed his face changing into hatred until she halted him with a reassuring smile. "There's no need," Abby whispered. "They have found someone... Someone who truly cares for them. Someone who will love and protect them."

Foxy silently observed the scene unfolding before his eyes, and as he heard Abby's words, he felt a sense of relief welling up within him. Watching it all happen, Foxy came to realize that Abby was indeed right. Y/N had found someone they could genuinely rely on, someone with whom she could openly express their feelings..

Fin. 

[odd-g0ul]

Hi party peoplee!! I was looking back at the Pirate AU and I wanted to draw art for it again!

(I don't just forget AUs when I'm done with them dw)

One of my biggest regrets of the Pirate AU was that I didn't get creative enough with the outfits because I was trying to base them off the canon poster, so this time I had a little fun with them~

I'm sorry Daisy wasn't in the story, I made it before I made her, and I really tried but I couldn't fit her in

:(( but this is how she was going to look like ^

I've had a few people ask me what inspired this AU and I'll be honest, I got the idea when my family made me go to Disneyland and I went on the Pirates of the Carribean ride lol-

It's a cool ride ngl

https://youtu.be/xTjauPSqbgM?si=tFILzZm3taybHJSs

(I recommend u watch it on the actual YouTube app or the quality will suck)

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Could you please draw Willry making out

👉👈

@kurisposts I know it's you. But since I'm so nice...

I'm too lazy to color it, If you have a sketch you would like to be made, please do ask I am more than happy to make it :)

[definitely-a-clod]

Fan art for @theinsanefoxwriter 's fanfic a change in fate!!

They are so familyyy

(Click for better quality)

[unidentifiedseacreature]

Glamrock Foxy Headcanons

Links to other characters at bottom of post

General headcanons to know beforehand

- Classic animatronics are better with little kids since the original pizza chain was aimed more towards under 10 before sun/moon were introduced

- They all love Dance Dance Revolution but no one can prove who the best is

- Decommissioned animatronics (Bonnie & Foxy) only hang out in their respective attractions. They don't perform or do meet and greets, can't get hired for parties and are only allowed in their attractions and in staff only areas. Their rooms are removed from Rockstar Row

Foxy🦊

- His attraction is a pirate-themed playground with a dry section and a waterpark section

- Loves Monty and Roxy. Finds them very endearing and he loves their youthful enthusiasm

- Unfortunately he's kind of used to being the forgotten member. Though the other animatronics don't see him that way

- Chica chaos enabler (imagine foxy pushing chica around in a shopping cart)

- He's bad at fazerblast *gestures to hook and eyepatch*

- He's only allowed at Roxy Raceway after hours (he gets a little dangerous)

- He can get very camp

- Loves piratecore guests and will go out of his way to greet them

- Likes to sing to himself

- Good at puzzles

- Loves storytelling. Turns his advice into metaphors and stories

- Has a habit of glamourising real life events (can be very annoying when staff are trying to do incident reports)

- Was decommissioned before Bonnie. Him and Bonnie bond over it and often hang out together while the others are busy being popular

- Straight up cannot read

- Lowkey a health and safety hazard

- The most athletic but his limbs have a tendency to fall off when he moves a lot

- Likes telling teens darker pirate stories, usually real ones but he gets in trouble if he gets caught

FNAF Character Headcanons

Glamrock Freddy

Montgomery Gator

Glamrock Chica

Roxanne Wolf

Daycare Attendant

Glamrock Bonnie

DJ Music Man

[frost-queen]

To his liking // part 3 (Reader x Steve Raglan /W. Afton)

Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers @merlieve,  @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly,@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury, @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn, @formenis

Summary: The animatronics are alive and ready to hunt. Will you make it out alive on your first night or be devoured? [part 1 & part 2 & part 4]

You slowly turned your head to the side. Eyes widening when you looked over your shoulder. Eye to eye you stood with shiny eyes. Those of an animatronic.

The eyes darkened as you saw something sinister in them. Hearing the clicks of boults and mechanics Freddy’s face fell forwards to you. You screamed. Screamed your lungs out when his mouth opened revealing his murderous hunger for you.

Freddy’s hand grabbed for your wrist as you jumped back in time. Not lingering any moment further, you ran. Ran for your life for the animatronics had come to life. Freddy straightened his posture again, looking back at the stage. Chica and Bonnie narrowing their eyes. Chica lifted her hand up with the cupcake in it. It snapped its mouth a few times before being send off.

You had run off into another room. Coming to a stop when you suddenly heard music blasting through the old boxes. A song that send you back to the 80’s. It's down to the sound of a heartbeat. I can hear the things that you're dreamin' about. When you open up your heart and the truth comes out. The song began. Slowly backing away, it felt like they weren’t following you anymore.

Or perhaps they were just taunting with you. You kept backing away keeping your eyes on the entrance. Your eyes widened when you came to a stop, feeling a curtain behind you. The snap of a weight on your shoulder made you scream your lungs out. You slapped the weight off you, turning round.

From between the curtains came a fox pirate peeking. It raised his hook at you. Screaming again you took off again. Foxy set his foot down from the podium, coming out of his hiding spot. There is another one? You thought. How many more were hiding here? Huffing and puffing you made your way around the maze of rooms of the pizzaplex.

You ended up in a long corridor. Looking up with a gasp, the lights flickered above your head. Sucking in a breath, you turned your head. At the end of the hallway stood the pirate’s shadow. Still and stiff like a statue. His humming started to bounce off the walls. With each note it felt like he was breathing down your neck. Slapping your arms around, you started to run again. 

Making sure you didn’t trip on any rubbish littered in the corridor. Loud thumps on the ground made it aware that he was in pursuit. Adrenaline pumping in your veins as you panicked. Panted loud with the urge to outrun him. You had to get out of this corridor or he’d catch you. His thumping picked up as he was speeding up.

With a loud scream you grabbed a doorhandle on your left and jumped inside. You shut the door hard, locking it. Backing up you tripped over some video tapes stacked up on the ground. Hitting the ground hard gave you a reality check. A sudden snap back to reality out of the panic mode. Looking at your left you saw all sorts of security camera’s displayed.

One of the screens projected Bonnie slowly turning his head towards the camera. You wanted to scream but quickly covered up your mouth, knowing the pirate stood outside. Then your eyes fell upon the phone on the desk. Rushing up to your feet you grabbed frantically for the phone. In the corner of your eye you saw Foxy brush his hook down against the glass while he was peeking inside.

Your hands trembled, barely able to ring the right number. Eyes darting from the phone to the security camera’s. You thought you saw a glimpse of Chica on one of them, but where was Freddy. A loud thump against the other side made you jump and scream. So there was Freddy. He had pressed his face against the small glass space narrowing his eyes at you.

Now they were at both sides. The phone went over as you panted loud in the horn. – “Pick up, pick up, pick up.” – you whispered desperate to hear his voice. You were startled again when Freddy thumped his head gently against the glass. – “Pick up!” – you called out being scared to dead.

The phone rang. He turned his head curious at it, letting it ring a few times. Finally he picked up, holding the horn against his ear. – “Mr. Raglan!” – he heard in a panic being shouted in his ear. It made him move the horn away with an expression of almost going deaf. He brought the horn back to his ear with a smile. – “Bunny is that you?” – he responded. – “Mr. Raglan!” – you said again gripping tightly onto the horn.

“Help me! You have to help me!” – you shouted over the horn. You squealed loud when Foxy was bashing his hook against the door. – “With what bunny?” – Steve answered cluelessly. – “The puppets!” – you screamed at him. Steve cleared his throat. – “Animatronics Y/n!” – he corrected you.

“They are alive!” – you told him seeing that Bonnie had disappeared from the camera she was on before. – “They want to kill me!” – you shouted in utter panic. – “Have you been nice to them?” – Raglan asked. – “Mr. Raglan!” – you shouted back to protest against his stupid conversation. Why wasn’t he listening to you.

“I want to leave!” – you sounded desperate, getting all teary. – “I want to go home! Come and get me Mr. Raglan!” – you begged wanting it to end. You were truly regretting taking on the job. – “Now… now hold on Bunny.” – Steve said on the other end in an attempt to calm you. You spun around with a loud gasp, hearing sounds come from the vents.

The thumping sped up as it made you widen your eyes. The blockade got flung across the room, the cupcake jumping out. You screamed loud when it jumped at you. Mr. Raglan got up with a shocked expression on his face. He listened in hearing sounds he couldn’t quite place.

Then loud breathing in the horn. – “Steve! Steve!” – you cried out. Steve held the cord of the phone tight between his fingers. – “Help me!” – you screamed before the connection got broken off. Steve opened his hand letting the phone drop to the ground. He swallowed nervously for the first time not sure what to do.

You were on the floor, bleeding on your legs where the cupcake had taken a few bites off. The door opened as Freddy entered. You were too weak and worn out from fighting off the cupcake that you didn’t fight back. Freddy lowered his posture to reach down. He took a hold of your ankle pulling it up. He turned getting in motion again. Feeling lifeless you let the animatronic drag you out of the security’s room.

The pirate stomping happily after you. – “Where… where are you taking me?” – you asked breathlessly. Freddy looked briefly over his shoulder down to you. He dragged you back to the front room with the stage. Bonnie and Chica already waiting there. – “I’m… I’m sorry I shared your stage.” – you whimpered out feeling like a wreck. Freddy let go of your leg as it dropped down.

Chica went up to you before you’d get up, not that you had the strength anyways. She picked you up setting you down on a simple chair. Unsure what they would do to you. – “Are.. are you going to kill me?” – you asked already knowing the answer. Foxy raised his hook making you jump out of your skin. Freddy narrowed his eyes, giving Foxy a glare.

The pirate lowered his hook again. Bonnie lowered himself bringing his face up to yours. It scared you making you gasp loud. Your chair pulled back, standing on it’s two back legs. – “I’m sorry… I didn’t know…” – you called out thinking they might be angry at you for getting on their stage and join in. The animatronics started to close in on you, bumping against each other to lower them to you.

You ducked down feeling smothered by them. – “Stop!” – you heard making the animatronics freeze. They slowly rose again turning their posture away from you. You slowly straightened your posture once more, quickly checking yourself for any new bitemarks. – “Away!” – the voice spoke again sounding distorted. You tried to get a look but the animatronics were blocking your view.

Out of the shadows appeared a figure. The animatronics slowly departed letting you have a glimpse of what was appearing out of the shadows. First a pair of glowing eyes. You noticed the animatronics moved further away from you upon his arrival. Your eyes widened seeing a bunny… a yellow bunny appear in the light.

You quickly connected the dots. The reactions from the animatronics made it clear they obeyed him. – “No…no…no please…” – you begged when the yellow bunny animatronic came closer to you. His head tilted with a grim smile. – “Please…” – you cried out. He was going to finish you, you just knew it.

They let the big boss finish the job of killing you. He came nearer bending down to your height as his face neared yours. You looked away with fear, holding back a sob. The yellow bunny moved his face closer to your ear. – “Hello bunny.” – it spoke making you untense your clenched expression. Slowly your eyes widened for there was only one calling you bunny.

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[hotpinkboots]

I am absolutely *starved* for foxy content, like one thing I’m obsessed with is foxy with piercings specifically, and imagine one night he’s like. Chasing you but you escape bc it’s just as the time turns over to 6 a.m., and as you catch your breath you notice one of his gold hoop earrings on the floor, and foxy’s reaction to seeing you the next night with his earring in your ear, the shock and the slow, reluctant tail-wagging he’ll deny but damn does that jewel look pretty in your ear and I hnnnnng PLS FEED ME IM A STARVING FOXY SIMP 😭

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~𝔉𝔬𝔵𝔶 x Reader Headcanons (Wearing His Earring)~

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OH MY GOSHHH FOXY WITH PIERCINGS. I LOVE YOU FOR THIS REQUEST🙏🙏🙏

HAPPY TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY!

Summary: You looking pretty in Foxy's pirate booty (THAT BE TREASURE, YA KNOW) has softened his ol' sailin' heart.

~Enjoy~

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𝔉𝔬𝔵𝔶

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~He's a grumpy old pirate and cursed himself for not being fast enough to get to you.

~Didn't realize his earring fell out while he was chasing you.

~Until he saw you the next night, wearing it like it was yours in the first place.

~You considered putting it back on him, but these animatronics almost murdered you just the night before, so you decided not to get close to any of the animatronics unless you absolutely had to.

~Especially the one that was chasing you down the hall.

~He had been only a hair away from you.

~You could feel your heart racing against your ribs just recalling the horrific event that almost took place.

~Deciding to get a closer look, Foxy ran straight to your door when he got the chance, spotting the earring just for a moment before you slammed the door right on his snout.

~He was grumbling for a long time after that, and you noticed that the curtains to Pirate Cove stayed shut for awhile.

~After thinking about how Bonnie, Chica and Freddy took action, he decided he'd do the same, rather than running up to your door just to be shut out.

~Foxy made his way towards your office, and stood in the darkness for a few minutes without you noticing.

~Ahh, you were a sight to see!

~How cute you looked sitting there all focused on the security cameras, your lips pressed together with anxiety and your eyes flicking quickly over the cameras to catch any sign of movement.

~And the earring in your ear that glinted when the dim office light above caught it.

~Foxy felt his shaggy tail reluctantly swishing from side to side, his eye patch flipping up to take you in with both eyes.

~You were able to hear the robotic sounds of his tail moving.

~When you saw him standing there, though, you immediately shut the door.

~He had been standing a bit too close, and because of this, his nose had been bonked by the slamming door. He moved just in time, but also let out a string of angry mumbles.

~You had never seen Foxy just stand there like the other animatronics did. He always raced in to catch you. While this was an unnerving new strategy of his, you wondered what changed-

~Oh, yes. The earring. Perhaps he wanted it back.

~Just before you left the building, you put the earring on the party table that was closest to his stage, so he could take it back.

~But when you returned, you found the earring on your desk, instead.

~It was yours now, and if you tried again to give it back, the same thing would happen. It would end up on your desk again.

~Something told you this old fox had a bit of a soft side.

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KJDHDLGH THIS IS PRECIOUS. I believe it's the most wholesome thing I've written in a long time! I LOOOOOVE the thought of Foxy with pirate jewelry!

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[greenandsorrow]

since u have the purple guy tagged in your master list can you write something with him? the first thing that comes to mind is smut, but can I request something with the prop 'I can fix him'? tysmm

"I can fix him."

MASTERPOST

I normally only write oneshots out of requests but I have a vision for this one, so bare with me.

PAIRING; William Afton x fem!reader

WARNINGS; age gap of twenty-ish years, schizophrenia, violence, stalking, sexual themes, daddy k1nk, trauma, death and loss, comfort, angst, me changing the canon lore (does it even exist???), game based and closer to the 2014-2016 fan base, it's a cliché, POV changes

SUMMARY; She was desperate for a job. Working in a pizzeria while also babysitting the boss's children isn't an easy task. Especially when the boss and his children are still grieving the loss of the youngest in the family. William Afton is an intelligent man, a dangerous one even. Will y/n be able to break down his walls before it's too late? Before he becomes a child murderer and before he gets stuck in the Spring Bonnie suit?

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[charmanderxerneas]

Art for chapters 6, 7 and 8 of Delicious in Fazbear’s

Now that each chapter has at least one drawing done for it, it means I’ve done the bare minimum amount of art that was needed to make the audiobook version of it (Not to say that I won’t make any more art for it, but that I can focus more on the rest of the audiobook). Really the biggest thing I need to do next is get people willing to voice act to help me

[piratec0ve]

(His Poison Lips) With The Metal Grip

The title makes it sound way angstier than it actually is, I promise this is almost pure fluff I just suck at coming up with titles. And I was listening to music and those lyrics just kinda made me think of the bit with the hook, and idk titles are hard man.

Word count: 3.4k

Summary: After losing power in the middle of your shift, you find yourself fleeing for your life as Foxy pursues you through the halls. But perhaps there's more to this encounter than you first realized.

Story under the cut! Also on AO3!

The posters on the walls were an incomprehensible blur as you raced through the halls, skidding on the checkered floor and nearly crashing into a wall as you slid down a corner.

You wanted to pause and catch your breath, but the faint click-clack of nails skittering not far behind had a thrill of fear skittering along your spine. Whimpering, you scrambled down the hall, turned around and unsure where you were going, just desperate to get away.

Usually when the power ran out in the middle of your shift, it was Freddy you had to worry about, the glowing eyes in the dim corridor to the side of your office eerie and haunting. You weren’t sure why tonight was different – but instead of the uncanny melody of Freddy’s familiar jingle, you heard running footsteps pattering down your hallway. Uneasy about the change, you stood from your office chair and faced the door the sound was coming from, heart racing and flashlight gripped in clammy hands.

Foxy appeared in the doorway with a screech and you yelped in alarm. You’d fumbled and almost dropped the flashlight in your panic when he lunged at you, but you just barely managed to shine the light in his eye sockets. The animatronic stumbled and seemed disoriented, joints whirring as it missed its lunge and landed a few steps short of you.

Panicked, unsure how much time that had bought you, you’d scrambled out the opposite door at your back and took off down the hallway. If you could just evade Foxy until 6 a.m., his free-roaming protocols would end and you just might survive the night.

Hearing his pattering steps rapidly gaining on you, the chances of that were looking slimmer by the second.

You skidded around another corner and froze.

A dead end.

Fuck!!

You whirled around and almost sobbed when you saw Foxy’s one glowing eye at the end of the hall, staring you down. The two of you stared at each other for a long moment, you panting and Foxy unnervingly silent. He glanced slowly down at the flashlight gripped in your trembling hand, then back to you.

Shivering with nerves, you kept eye contact with him as you slowly raised the flashlight.

Your movement seemed to shatter the spell of stillness that had come over him, and he sprinted down the hallway. You were used to seeing the action on your cameras, but it was so much more harrowing when there was no door to safely hide behind.

Before you could manage to flick the button on your flashlight, Foxy was on you, batting it out of your hand harshly with his hook. You heard the plastic hit the floor and slide across the linoleum, vanishing into the dark of the hallway as the pirate loomed over you. Your stomach twisted like it was full of writhing snakes as you met his eye, his frame towering over you easily.

You saw the flash of his hook coming at you and screamed, stumbling back a step and tripping over your own feet in your panic. You scrambled away on your hands and knees, elbows banging painfully against the hard linoleum floor, but you didn’t get far before Foxy was on you.

His 6’2” frame caged you in, legs locked over your hips and arms on either side of your torso. His gaping maw was right in front of your face, giving you a horrific close up of his ragged fur and the jagged teeth in his mouth. Choking out a sob, you tried to turn away but the cool metal of his hook caught under your chin, freezing you in place.

You saw his head leaning in, coming closer to your face. Unable to turn away with his hook holding you in place, you squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to watch your impending doom come closer.

“Yer not s’posed to be here~” the gruff, pirate-accented voice of the fox crooned in a menacing sing-song right by your ear. The curved top of his hook pressed against your throat, cutting off your air and forcing you back until you collapsed underneath him. Breath hitching on another sob, you felt a few tears squeeze out from beneath your shut lids, trickling down your temples into your hair. Still, the pressure of the hook didn’t abate, and you were struggling to gasp in breaths now.

“Please—” you wheezed desperately. Forcing your eyes open, the figure hovering over you was a blur through the hazy tears clouding your vision. “Foxy please, please d-don’t—” You weren’t sure if begging would have any effect on the animatronic, but you were officially out of options.

Slowly, Foxy’s head tilted to one side as he stared down at you. The gesture brought to mind a puppy, and would almost be endearing if he weren’t pinning you to the floor, choking off your air supply. You slowly blinked the tears from your eyes as you and Foxy stared at each other, you struggling to draw in ragged gasps and shivering beneath him, and Foxy just.

Looking. Watching you.

You had no idea what was going on in his processors, no idea if he was drawing this out just to torture you or if he was genuinely hesitating to hurt you.

“Please,” you whispered again, voice cracking. His ears twitched slightly but he didn’t otherwise acknowledge you.

Suddenly, you felt furry fingers sliding through your hair, sharp claws scraping over your scalp and making you gasp, before that hand came down to rest at the back of your neck, pulling your head up slightly, forcing you to arch up off the floor towards him. At the same time, Foxy’s body bore down on yours, rough raggedy fur pressing against your arms where your uniform shirt’s short sleeve left the skin exposed. The weight of his endoskeleton did you no favors as you struggled to breathe, and you thought he’d decided to finish you off after all.

Hiccupping out a weak sob, your eyes shot back to his one visible eye, wide and unsure. Foxy leaned in again and you winced, waiting for the agony of his hook slicing you open, the sharp pain of his teeth crushing your delicate bones. The lack of oxygen was making you dizzy, spots dancing across your vision and making you woozy.

It made you wonder if you were hallucinating when the first touch of his muzzle came.

Rather than the pain you’d braced for, it was a gentle brush of his cold metal nose against your cheek, skimming along the side of your face. The fur on his cheek brushed against your face, rough but not too uncomfortable; you shivered at the cold as his nose touched just under your ear.

He was……snuffling? Impossible, since he didn’t breathe, but that’s what it sounded like. Like he was sniffing you, taking in your scent and puffing softly.

You didn’t understand, and you were worrying that you were going to pass out when Foxy abruptly jerked back, hook leaving your throat and dropping the hand that had been supporting the back of your neck. Your head cracked against the floor as you gasped for air, half-sitting up as Foxy sat back on his haunches, glowing yellow eye never leaving you.

As you slowly caught your breath, you carefully eased away from him until your back hit the wall. You wondered what had stopped him, but the answer came in the beeping of your watch.

Salvation.

You glanced at your watch to confirm – it was 6 a.m.

Your shift was over. Somehow, miraculously, you were alive.

Slowly, you looked up at Foxy again. In the moments you’d been preoccupied, he’d gotten to his feet and was standing at the end of the hall, about to disappear around the corner. You watched him go, wondering what the hell all that had been about as your heart finally began to slow down and you caught your breath.

The lights in the hall flickered on overhead as the building came back online after losing power, and you caught sight of where your flashlight had rolled to. Shakily, you grabbed it and clambered slowly to your feet, not entirely trusting your legs to hold your weight after everything that had just happened. You carefully made your way through the halls to collect your belongings from your office, dazed and uneasy.

It was 6 a.m., so in theory you were safe, but after the night you’d had the silence of the building wasn’t very comforting. The sooner you could get out of here and be around people, the sooner you’d stop feeling like you were trapped in a dream.

As you picked your bag up from the floor where it sat against your desk, you noticed something glinting on the floor, standing out against the dirty carpet of the office.

A single silver hoop earring.

Didn’t Foxy wear silver hoops in his ears? You kept your distance from the animatronics as much as you could, but you felt sure you’d seen silver glinting in his ears through the cameras once or twice when he started to peek his head out of Pirate Cove’s curtains.

Slowly, unsure why you were doing so but unable to help yourself, you closed your fingers around the earring. The cool metal against your palm reminded you of his hook bearing down on your throat, and you shuddered, snatching your bag and shooting to your feet.

You made your way quickly out of the building, barely acknowledging the incoming day shift workers.

The silver earring tucked in your pocket seemed to carry extra weight as you made your way home, never allowing you to forget your encounter.

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As always, you were back the next night. You swore to yourself that this time you’d be more careful about your power usage, not wanting another incident.

Still, you couldn’t help quickly checking all the cameras first thing, checking where everyone was. The band was still on stage – not roaming around just yet. You breathed a silent sigh of relief.

You apprehensively clicked over to the camera that would show you Pirate Cove. Chills raced up your spine when you saw the curtains already open, Foxy absent from the stage.

Heart racing, you skipped to your hallway’s camera frantically muttering, “No no no, not again….come on, please,” but you barely got a glimpse of Foxy sprinting down the hall before he was at your door with that ear-piercing cry.

Yelping, you spun to face him so quickly your chair almost tipped over. Barely righting yourself before you got dumped on the floor again, you stared at Foxy with wide eyes.

His tall frame took up the entire doorway, furred fingers clutching the wall of the doorframe on one side, hook biting into the wall and tearing through the paint, leaving a gouge as he stood there. He stared at you, and even though his expression was fixed in place, you swear there was a deeper intensity in that glowing yellow eye as it fixated on you. His entire body leaned forward like he was caught mid-lunge, straining towards you.

You weren’t sure what was stopping him from completing that lunge, and like a bird caught in the gaze of a rattlesnake you found yourself unable to move as you and Foxy stared at each other, spellbound.

Slowly, his head tilted to one side again as he watched you, unblinking.

Tension was thick in the air as you waited to see what he’d do, his presence bringing back memories of last night and even without his hook restricting your airways you found yourself struggling to draw breath.

Jerkily, like he was fighting against his programming, he suddenly took a single step into the room, towards you.

Without thinking you flinched backwards, the wheels on your chair sliding across the carpet until the back slammed against your desk.

In the time it took you to blink, Foxy had closed the distance, his arms shooting to land on the desk on either side of you with a heavy-sounding clunk, once again caging you in. You stared up at him with wide eyes, nearly hyperventilating as he hovered above you, staring down at you with an intensity that made you tremble.

You could scarcely believe your eyes when Foxy slowly – jerkily and unevenly like each movement was a battle – sank to his knees in front of you. Given how big he was, it didn’t do much to lessen his height. But now instead of hovering above you, his snout was about level with your face, barely inches away. You could see the individual coarse hairs on the fur of his face, the thin scratches on the metal of his nose. You could see the slight variations of the lights in his eyes, lines of slightly darker gold in the gleaming yellow.

You were so caught up in staring at Foxy, you didn’t notice his paw coming up from where he’d planted it on the desk. You sucked in a breath, startled, when his claw slid through your hair, but he was careful. Gentle, tender almost, as he brushed the strands back, away from your ear.

You felt heat sear your cheeks as you realized what he was seeing.

His silver hoop earring, dangling from your ear. You cringed and looked away from his hypnotic gaze, pressing your lips together in embarrassment. Foxy’s hook came up under your ear, in a barely-there caress that caused goosebumps to prickle along your skin, gently touching the earring where it hooked into your ear.

thump, thump, thump, thump

Puzzled, you glanced at Foxy through your lashes despite your embarrassment, wondering what that sound was. Faint movement behind the pirate clued you in.

Was…..was his tail wagging?

No matter how nervous you felt with him so close, or how badly he’d scared you last night, you couldn’t help finding that adorable.

Nervous, but not as terrified now, you took a deep breath and straightened your spine before meeting his gaze head-on again. You lightly touched your ear, just above where his hook still hovered. “Do you want this back?” you asked him, voice coming out slightly hoarse. You chalked that up to anxiousness at his proximity, trying not to think too hard about your rapidly fluttering heart.

Foxy just stared at you, that quiet thump of his tail continuing. You felt your lips twitch in a hint of a smile and bit down on your lower lip, trying to contain it. Foxy’s head tilted the other way, reminding you again of a curious puppy, and you couldn’t help being endeared by the action.

Suddenly, Foxy leaned in and pressed his snout against you, cold nose nudging against your jaw and you shivered as he traced his way down. Slowly, carefully that muzzle went from your jaw down the column of your throat, pausing under your chin where his hook had pressed in.

His ears drooped slightly, the thump of his tail going still, as he took in the bruising he’d left on your skin. Facial expression or no, he looked positively dejected, clearly guilty about hurting you. It made your heart melt, wanting to soothe him; without thinking you reached out, resting your hands on either side of his head. Gently, you pulled him back up until he was looking at you again, though he seemed reluctant now to meet your gaze.

You ducked down and met his eye, a faint smile tugging your lips. “It’s okay, Foxy, I’m not mad at you,” you assured him. That bright yellow eye flitted back up to yours, ears pricking towards you, and your smile widened a bit. “That’s right,” you cooed, “no need to feel bad. It’s okay.” You emphasized the assurance with a couple of pets along his cheek, sliding your fingers through his fur.

The arrhythmic thumping of his tail started up again, and you couldn’t help laughing a bit as he leaned in and pressed his torso lightly against yours, rickety frame leaning into you and resting his muzzle on your shoulder. Without thinking about it, one of your hands came up behind his head and sank into his fur, lightly scratching behind his ears.

His tail began to wag faster, and he pressed harder into you, making you chuckle. So, he likes skritches. Good to know.

Charmed, you pulled back, sliding one hand down to his chest and lightly pushing. He was heavy, you had no chance of making him move on your own, but as soon as you pushed he sat back and looked at your face, tilting his head.

“I have to keep an eye on the rest of the building,” you told him. His ears drooped, head dipping slightly, and you would almost say he was pouting. Suppressing another smile, you stroked your fingers through the fur on the one of his cheeks again, giving a light skritch, and he pressed hard into the touch as he looked at you. Laughing, you dropped both hands. “Really, Foxy, I have to work,” you insisted, carefully sliding to the side so you could twist your chair around to face your desk. “But,” you added as he drooped again, “you can stay and keep me company tonight. If—if you want to, that is.” You faltered a bit on that last sentence, suddenly remembering this was an animatronic and feeling a bit silly.

But he perked right back up as soon as you said it, and you couldn’t bring yourself to regret or recant the offer.

Foxy made himself right at home in your space, staying knelt on the floor and dropping his head onto your lap. As you worked through the night, flipping cameras and closing the doors as needed, you would occasionally stroke the fur on top of his head or give light skritches behind his ears, which always made his tail swish wildly and press harder against you, like he couldn’t get close enough.

You found yourself smiling more than usual during your shifts, the company making the time pass easier, and before you knew it 6 a.m. was approaching.

Foxy was reluctant to part from you, that was obvious as he jerkily rose to his feet. Tentatively, he lifted his paw and lightly set it on top of your head, stroking in much the same manner you’d gently pet his fur over the course of the night. It made you feel warm all over, your cheeks flushing under his steady regard.

Clearing your throat, you reached up to your ear and pulled off the earring, holding it out in your palm and offering it back to him silently.

Foxy stared at the earring. Then at your face. His yellow eye flickered back and forth a few time before he dropped his paw from your head to take your hand and curl your fingers closed over your earring, giving a light squeeze before he let go and turned for the door right as your watch beeped, marking 6 a.m. and the end of another shift.

You stared at the doorway for a long minute, face red and wondering if it had all been a fever dream. Then you looked down at your hand, uncurling your fingers and studying the earring glinting in your palm. Pursing your lips, you put it back in your ear and stretched, groaning as your spine crackled and popped. Sitting in one position all night hadn’t done any favors for your back, but Foxy had seemed so content, you couldn’t bring yourself to make him move.

Maybe he’d come to visit you for your next shift again. Touching the silver at your ear with a faint smile, you found yourself really hoping you would.

Yes, it was strange, but Foxy seemed to just. Want affection, and it was cute. Sweet, even, and you didn’t mind his presence now that he was no longer chasing and scaring you. Shaking your head at yourself with a wry smile, you grabbed your bag and made your way out of the building. As you passed through the main area you couldn’t help glancing towards Pirate Cove – and saw a single yellow eye peeking at you through a crack in the curtains.

Breaking into a grin you just couldn’t help, you offered a wave before making your way out the main entrance, a slight bounce in your step.

Foxy didn’t need to worry. You’d be back before long.

[dovetart]

My FNAF AU, “Specimen,” where the animatronics are hybrids instead (Part 3)

Some of these will show up way later in the story, but here's their current designs.

I want to do something unique with Helpy. He might not show up in the story itself but he will show up in between once and awhile to answer questions and to help explain some lore in this AU. How does that sound? I think it’d be fun. (And yes… Helpy is, somehow, aware that him and everyone else is in an alternate universe.)

Anyways, I hope that this AU sounds interesting! If it does, feel free to stick around for more updates on this AU in the future! Also feel free to ask me questions, and I'll try my best to answer without spoiling anything lol Thanks for checking out this AU :3

[odd-g0ul]

Okay the final completed designs of the characters for the Mafia AU are done!! :D

You've seen art of them before, but I hope you enjoy their new and improved designs~

The first book and chapter(s)(?) Should be out tomorrow on Wattpad and AO3!!

Look forward to seeing you there! :)

(Original Designs):

[theglasshatstud10]

Hey guys! These are my designs for a key chain that I want to sell on etsy! It will be double sided with both designs on either side. Once they're manufactured, I'll show the product on my insta, tumblr, tik tok, and facebook! Comment below what yoy think of the design and how I may improve it

[shattered-glory]

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕄𝕪 𝔾𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕟 (Funtime Freddy x Reader) Preview!

"Yes sir, I will be there at 12 AM tomorrow morning. Yes. Thank you, I will and you too, goodbye," you placed your phone face-down on your desk and kicked your feet up, sighing in joy. You were just hired for another gig. You preferred to stay away from Fazbear Entertainment and Afton Robotics LLC., as you'd seen some messed up stuff in those companies. For example, weird assets such as genitalia in their machines, a dead body here and there, etcetera.

However, you couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. You were getting paid $40 by the hour for this, so you jumped on it faster than a whore on a man. You stuffed your phone back into your pocket and shuffled out of your room and into your workshop to gather the tools you were going to need later tonight. Wrench, Screwdriver, nuts and bolts, the usual stuff. You were lost in thought when your alarm went off.

"I better start getting sleep now before I have to get up early," you yawned and scuffled your hand through your pocket to find your car-keys so you could get home in time to eat and sleep. It was certainly going to be an interesting job this time around, Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rentals? That place gave you the creeps as a teenager. Especially the bear. Something about him felt wrong.

Once you managed to drive home with an order of McDonald's, scarfing your burger and fries down before you could even get home, you brushed your teeth and curled into bed. You were tired, but you couldn't help your nerves bouncing around like children at a playground.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!  You jumped at the sound of your alarm. It was 11:30PM, and you didn't even remember drifting off to sleep. You yawned and rolled out of bed to get ready. You turned on the coffee machine as you hopped into a shower, the warm water rolling down your sore muscles. It was going to be a LONG night.

Once you finished getting dressed, fed, and caffeinated, you loaded yourself up into your car and began to drive towards the building. It was a dark night, with stars blotting the sky and the moon casting light down upon the earth. It was chilly but peaceful.

As soon as you made it to the large, metal door, you noticed a note from Afton

'Sorry, couldn't make it. Go down the elevator and go through the Funtime Auditorium, the Maintenance Room and Parts & Service is straight across - Afton'

You grumbled a curse lightly before stepping inside and found what looked like an extremely well-built elevator with buttons galore. You gawked at the look, before squealing when it started to move down, down down.

It stopped with a loud beep and the doors opened. It was a tiny vent and you groaned, beginning to crawl. 'Just Wonderful' you thought, cramped and uncomfortable. 

At last, you finally made it through BOTH sets of vents and the large, dark auditorium, the door labeled "MAINTENANCE" in big, bold letters came into view.

You stepped silently into the Maintenance Repair room, clicking on your flashlight and looking around in the dark until finally, you saw the big, 6 foot white and purple bear sitting on the conveyor belt, powered down and ready for you to fix him. The clipboard from the owner sat beside him, explaining his issue. You felt your heart drop when you saw him.

You sighed and almost gagged in anxiety, stepping closer and setting down the toolbox on the conveyor next to him. You stared at him for a moment, his lifeless eyes staring out into the darkness. You shuddered "Yeah... no, I'm not getting paid enough for this" you grumbled, picking up and reading the clipboard.

It stated that the animatronic had suffered a malfunction of his power supply and also explained how his, quote, "Face Plates" would sometimes become stuck open, scaring the children, and his voice-box glitched out a lot, too. The name ''Funtime Freddy'' was written on the clipboard, along with a number to call in case any more problems would occur. His blueprints, manual, previous maintenance logs, and information were attached as well. 

"Funtime Freddy, huh" You repeated, setting down the clipboard and picking up a wrench. "Well, are you ready, Freddy?" You laughed at your own rhyme, and felt dumb about how you were talking to a broken machine who wasn't even sentient. You shook your head and continued to read in the attached manual about how to open him up.

You followed the manual on how to open him, pressing all the buttons in order and eventually opening him up. You saw that one of the face plates was stuck. It should have been open, but his face sat frozen, staring straight ahead, a creepy, wide grin across the bear's face, showing off his teeth.

You shuddered again, you hated working on these things; however, you never touched this one, though, nor even seen him this up-close. You figured that he wasn't that big, but his paperwork says otherwise. You were skimming over previous mechanic's jobs, and realized that there was a disclaimer where, Freddy beat up the previous maintenance repair team so bad, they were stuck in P.T for 6-8 weeks. You felt my heart drop to your stomach.

You realized that, if Funtime Freddy was capable of injuring the ENTIRE staff of their Maintenance team, he could easily do the same to you which gave you a nasty taste in your mouth. You took his face plate and attempted to force it open, however, even with all your force, it wouldn't budge.

You sighed and used screws to loosen the joint, pulling it open and tightening it back. Perfect! You could have sworn the bear looked at you, though. You felt your hair raise on your arms and neck but disregarded it as your mind playing tricks on you. You sighed, and thought the job was done; however, you forgot that his power module needed fixing, so you followed the steps to open his stomach plate to find it. It was definitely busted, so you went into the parts and service area to find a new one, leaving Freddy alone on the conveyor.

As you looked through the shelves and drawers to help a replacement power module, you felt a feeling of someone watching you. You looked around in the room but saw no one. You ignored it and continued, eventually finding a new power module in Funtime Freddy's model. It seemed to be brand new, the small, red light blinking on it rapidly. 

You sighed, clicking back on your flashlight to prepare to face the bear once again, and went to walk back to the conveyor. Your shoes clicked against the tile, making a satisfying echo but to your dismay, once you looked back up towards Freddy, he was gone. You dropped the module and froze. The hair on your arms and neck raised in terror as all you could muster to whisper was a measly; "Oh.. oh god"

You scanned the whole room, but could not find Funtime Freddy. All of the other animatronics or empty endos who were in the Parts and Service room were sitting dormant in their respective places, so you knew it couldn't be one of them. You tried to remain calm, until You heard a door open somewhere in the room, causing you to freeze and let out a slight whimper from your throat. You stood, absolutely still, listening for the next sound.

Your blood ran cold as a loud voice spoke from behind you.

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