#fnaf typical though

[fanficfactory333]

FNAF X Gravity Falls: Ch. 5

Michael had almost gotten out of the conversation.

Almost.

But then Ford tilted his head thoughtfully, “Wait a moment…”

Michael’s stomach (or lack thereof) sank.

“You say you’re something like a zombie,” Ford continued, “but that still doesn’t explain why you don’t eat.”

Michael froze.

Dipper’s eyes widened, “Ohhh. Yeah! That’s weird! Even zombies still eat!”

Michael inwardly cursed.

They weren’t supposed to notice that.

He exhaled sharply, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “Look. I’m…not physically able to. That’s all there is to it.”

Dipper squinted, “Not able to?”

Ford’s expression sharpened, “How do you mean?”

Michael clenched his jaw.

There was no getting out of this one.

He inhaled slowly.

Then, flatly:

“I don’t have a stomach.”

Silence.

Dipper and Ford both froze.

Michael refused to look at them.

Dipper blinked hard, “…You what?”

Michael sighed, “You heard me.”

Dipper stared at him like he had just sprouted a second head, “How—”

“Nope,” Michael cut him off immediately, “Not explaining that one.”

Dipper floundered, “But—but how?! What does that even mean?!”

Michael groaned, “Exactly what it sounds like.”

Ford adjusted his glasses, suddenly even more intrigued, “Are you saying your digestive system is completely missing?”

Michael muttered something under his breath, “More like completely destroyed.”

Dipper’s jaw dropped, “DESTROYED?!”

“Not explaining that, either,” Michael said quickly.

“But—but how do you even—how are you ALIVE?!” Dipper gestured wildly, “You can’t eat, you can’t drink—”

“Welcome to my life,” Michael muttered.

Ford nodded slowly, “Fascinating…”

Dipper, meanwhile, was spiraling, “Okay, hold on. If you don’t have a stomach, then what happened to it?!”

Michael visibly tensed.

Dipper immediately noticed.

“Oh,” Dipper leaned forward, “That’s a sore subject.”

Michael didn’t answer.

Dipper grinned, “That means it’s important!”

Michael sighed sharply, “Not telling you.”

“Oh, come on!”

“No.”

“Why not?!”

Michael exhaled slowly. Then, pointedly:

“Because it’s not a story for a kid like you.”

Instant regret.

Dipper’s entire face twitched.

His grip on his notepad tightened, “Excuse me?”

Michael resisted the urge to groan, “You heard me.”

Dipper’s eye twitched harder, “I am not a kid.”

Michael tilted his head, “You’re, what, twelve?”

“I’M SIXTEEN.”

Michael blinked, “You’re short.”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT.”

Michael shrugged, “Still not telling you.”

Dipper seethed, “Ford, tell him I’m not a kid.”

Ford barely glanced up from his notes, “You’re a minor, Dipper.”

“NOT HELPING!”

Michael leaned back against the couch, “Look, kid—”

“DON’T CALL ME KID.”

“—There are things you just don’t need to know.”

“I need to know EVERYTHING.”

“You really don’t.”

Dipper crossed his arms, “I can handle it.”

Michael let out a dry laugh, “Yeah, sure you can.”

Dipper scowled, “I can! I’ve seen so much messed-up stuff! Time-traveling dystopias, demon mindscapes, interdimensional horrors—”

“Good for you,” Michael muttered, “Still not telling you.”

Dipper let out a frustrated groan, “WHY NOT?!”

Michael’s voice dropped.

Flat. Serious.

“Because you don’t wanna hear it, kid.”

Dipper stopped.

Michael wasn’t being condescending anymore.

He was being honest.

Dipper frowned, “Try me.”

Michael stared at him for a long moment.

Then, finally:

“You ever had your guts ripped out, kid?”

Dipper’s face paled.

Michael’s voice stayed flat.

“Ever had something crawl inside you? Wear you like a puppet? Live inside your corpse for a week?”

Dipper’s mouth opened.

No words came out.

Ford’s brows furrowed.

Michael exhaled sharply, “Yeah. Didn’t think so.”

Dipper closed his mouth.

Michael leaned back, rubbing his temple, “Now drop it.”

Dipper slowly sat back in his chair.

For once, he had no response.

Ford was the one who broke the silence.

“Well,” he muttered, “That certainly rules out vampires.”

Michael groaned, “Oh my God, I hate you people.”

—

Dipper practically slammed the bedroom door behind him.

His mind was racing.

Michael had just admitted he was undead.

Not just implied it. Straight-up admitted it.

And what was even weirder?

He didn’t even know why.

Dipper flopped onto his bed, flipped open his notebook, and immediately started scribbling.

New notes. New theories.

Michael Schmitt(?)

• NOT HUMAN.

• Claims to be “something like” a zombie.

• Does not eat or drink.

• No stomach. (????)

• “Destroyed”?? What does that mean?!?

• Hiding something BIG.

Dipper chewed his pencil as he thought, tapping the eraser against the page.

There was still so much that didn’t add up.

Michael hadn’t acted like a monster. If anything, he’d acted like he didn’t even want to talk about it.

And that moment—

That split second where Dipper had demanded answers—

“You don’t wanna hear it, kid.”

“You ever had your guts ripped out?”

Dipper grimaced at the memory.

Michael had looked tired when he’d said it. Not angry. Not smug.

Just… tired.

Dipper exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.

His instincts told him that Michael was still hiding something.

But now, for the first time, there was a different question nagging at him.

Was Michael hiding something because he was dangerous?

…Or was he hiding something because he was scared?

Dipper shook his head. Focus.

He leaned back down to keep writing—

And then the notebook was gone.

“HEY!”

Dipper shot up just in time to see Mabel grinning mischievously from across the room, his notebook now firmly in her hands.

“MABEL!” Dipper scrambled off the bed, “Give that back!”

Mabel hopped onto her mattress, flipping through the pages, “Dipper, you’ve been scribbling in this thing all day. I gotta see what’s so important—”

Then she snorted.

“Pfft—oh my gosh. Dipper. You thought Mike was a vampire?!”

Dipper scowled, “MABEL, I SWEAR—”

“This is hilarious,” Mabel cackled, dodging as Dipper lunged for the notebook, “What were you gonna do, stab him with a wooden stake? Hang up garlic in his room?!”

“Mabel—”

“Ooh, did you try to get him to drink holy water?”

“MABEL, GIVE IT BACK—”

“Oh, oh, what about inviting him in—wait, no, you met him in town, so that wouldn’t even—”

And then—

She flipped the page.

And her grin vanished.

Dipper, still mid-lunge, immediately noticed the change.

Mabel had stopped moving.

She was staring at the page, frozen.

Dipper’s stomach dropped.

Mabel’s eyes scanned the words—her expression shifting from amusement to shock.

Then, quietly:

“Dipper… what is this?”

Dipper swallowed. “Mabel, give it back.”

Mabel’s grip on the notebook tightened, “He… admitted this?”

Dipper exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah.”

Mabel shook her head slightly, “But—but this part—” She looked back at him, eyes wide, “He said he got his—”

She couldn’t even say it.

Dipper sighed, “Yeah.”

Mabel lowered the notebook.

She suddenly didn’t feel like teasing anymore.

She just felt bad.

“I didn’t think he was, like…” She swallowed, “Dipper, what if he’s not dangerous? What if he’s just…”

She didn’t finish the sentence.

She didn’t have to.

Because Dipper knew what she was asking.

“What if he’s just another lost soul?”

Dipper hesitated.

Then, quietly:

“I don’t know.”

Mabel looked back down at the page.

Her stomach twisted.

Mike had never acted scary. Never acted aggressive.

If anything, he’d looked more afraid than anything.

And now—this.

Slowly, she closed the notebook and handed it back.

Dipper took it without a word.

Mabel sat down on her bed, her hands folded in her lap.

“I think we should be nice to him,” she muttered, “Like, extra nice.”

Dipper sighed, tucking the notebook away, “Yeah. Maybe.”

Mabel frowned, “No maybe. Definitely.”

Dipper glanced at her.

Her face was serious.

He sighed again, “Alright. Definitely.”

Mabel nodded, satisfied.

But still—she didn’t feel satisfied.

Because deep down, she knew—

Whatever happened to Michael… it was bad.

And for once, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the details.

—

Stan sat at the kitchen table, sipping his usual post-dinner coffee.

It had been a long day.

Michael—or whatever his name actually was—had been a complete mess upstairs. And after that whole disaster, Stan had figured that was the end of the night’s weirdness.

But now?

Now Ford was sitting across from him, hunched over his journal, scribbling furiously with that manic scientist look in his eyes.

Stan raised an eyebrow, “You gonna tell me what’s got you all giddy, or am I supposed to guess?”

Ford didn’t even look up, “Stanley, do you have any idea what we’ve discovered tonight?”

Stan snorted, “Lemme guess. The kid glows in the dark?”

“No,” Ford said, far too eagerly, “He’s undead.”

Stan paused mid-sip.

Slowly, he lowered his mug, “Come again?”

“He admitted it himself!” Ford flipped a page, tapping a set of notes, “He doesn’t eat or drink, doesn’t have a stomach anymore, and is functionally dead but still aware! Stanley, this could be a completely new classification of undead entities—”

“Okay, hold up—” Stan waved a hand, “You’re tellin’ me this kid just casually admitted to bein’ some kinda zombie?”

“Not exactly a zombie,” Ford corrected, adjusting his glasses, “Something like a zombie. But still fully conscious! Think about the implications, Stanley—an undead being that retains its mind, that isn’t driven by hunger or mindless aggression—”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s all real interesting,” Stan muttered, taking another sip, “What I wanna know is, how does a kid end up like that?”

Ford hummed thoughtfully, “He refused to give details, but he did confirm that his digestive system was ‘destroyed.’”

Stan grimaced, “Destroyed?”

“Mhm,” Ford turned the page, excitedly sketching something, “And he made an extremely interesting comment about being—”

He hesitated.

Then, as if realizing how absurd it sounded:

“—worn like a puppet.”

Stan froze.

Ford kept talking, completely unbothered, “Now, he didn’t clarify what he meant, but if I had to hypothesize, I’d guess that—”

“Hold on—” Stan cut him off, setting down his mug hard, “What the hell do you mean, ‘worn like a puppet’?”

Ford blinked, “I mean exactly what I said, Stanley.”

“Like a costume?” Stan frowned, “Or like…”

He trailed off.

Ford shrugged, “It’s unclear. But he implied that whatever happened to him, he was still aware while it occurred.”

Stan’s stomach turned.

Ford was still rambling, “If I had to guess, I’d say it was some kind of supernatural parasitic entity, possibly one that requires a human vessel—”

“Ford.”

Ford finally looked up.

Stan’s expression was serious.

Ford raised an eyebrow, “What?”

Stan exhaled sharply, “You’re talkin’ like this is just another science experiment, but have you actually stopped to think about how—” He gestured vaguely at Ford’s notes, “—messed up this actually is?”

Ford frowned, “Of course I have, Stanley. That’s why it’s fascinating.”

Stan gave him a flat look, “That’s not the part you’re supposed to focus on.”

Ford huffed, “Then what should I be focusing on, in your expert opinion?”

“The fact that it happened to a person.”

Ford opened his mouth.

Paused.

Slowly, he set his pen down.

Stan crossed his arms, “Look, I get it. You like weird stuff. But this ain’t just some thing to analyze, Ford. This is a kid.”

Ford frowned slightly, “And?”

Stan scowled, “And what kind of life do you think he’s had if this is his normal?”

Ford was quiet.

Stan leaned forward, voice lower, “He barely flinched talkin’ about it, Ford. You don’t get that kinda attitude unless you’ve been through so much crap, it just stops phasin’ you.”

Ford tapped a finger against his journal, “He didn’t seem particularly distressed.”

“No, but you know what he did seem?” Stan pointed at him, “Like someone who’s given up even tryin’ to act normal. Like someone who expects people to look at him like a freak.”

Ford hesitated, “Stanley—”

“Like someone who’s had to run from something.”

Ford stopped.

Because for the first time, he saw where Stan was going with this.

Stan exhaled, rubbing his temple, “You can study him all you want. But I’m tellin’ you now—you push him too hard, he’s just gonna shut down. Or run. And if the kid is in trouble? The last thing he needs is you makin’ him feel like a damn specimen.”

Ford stared.

Then, begrudgingly, he muttered, “I… see your point.”

Stan sighed, “Good. Took ya long enough.”

Ford frowned, “I still think the implications are scientifically fascinating.”

“Yeah, yeah, go write your thesis, professor,” Stan grumbled, “I’ll be over here makin’ sure we don’t accidentally traumatize him.”

Ford rolled his eyes, “I highly doubt we could make things worse for him.”

Stan gave him a look.

Ford blinked.

Then, slowly:

“…Alright. Fair point.”

Stan shook his head, standing up, “I’m goin’ to bed. Try not to dissect the kid in his sleep, will ya?”

“Oh, please, Stanley. I’m not that tactless.”

“Uh-huh.”

And with that, Stan left the kitchen.

Ford sighed, looking back at his notes.

For the first time, he wondered—

Had he been too eager about this?

Michael was fascinating.

But Stan was right.

He was still a person.

And Ford didn’t know what pushing too hard would do.

He sighed, closing the journal.

He’d just have to be careful.

[roseofhybrids]

Had a dream that someone made a FNAF style murder drones game (I feel like someone's actually done that, but I digress)

the mechanics were a little different, rather than having to close two separate doors, there was a set of double doors. They were barred like some old prison cell. There was a slight gap between the two though, and whenever a drone made it to your room they'd slide their claws through the gap and try to pry the doors open.

So rather than use up power, every time you failed to direct them away from your room the doors would get pried open a little bit more till one of them could slip through and get you. The quicker you could act, the quicker you could draw them back into the other parts of the facility. If you let them, they could just stand there and slowly open the thing fully in one go.

It was N, V, and Uzi going after you, of course They acted how you'd expect a FNAF animatronic to act

cept that Khan was there too, but he didn't attack you or try to open the doors. He'd drag himself to the room and just stare at you through the bars of one of the doors. He's also the only one who looked different, with flesh growing on his face. More like growing in his face and seeping through the seams and creating melted bubbles of plastic as it expanded

sir, what the hell happened to you, and what are you staring at?

[passionmaterial]

Some of my Hyperfixations will never go away..

Currently the list is Portal,Power Rangers, and Transformers.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 28

Mike Schmidt + Desperation

I watched the fnaf movie and my love for Josh Hutcherson is revived.

A shorty, as I have about three times more homework this week than normal, expected to be finished in the same amount of time as normal.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist.

Mikes grip was shaky and clammy as he grasped at your shoulders, his brown eyes begging as you pressed your palm against his mouth to keep him quiet. Even as his eyes rolled back and he shuddered as he ground his hips down into you, muffled shaky moans leaving him as his breathing grew even more uneven.

He always got like this when he hadn’t been able to sleep for a while, when his medication had run out and they wouldn’t give him a new prescription until the next month. He needed something to put him to sleep, he had tried anything from different teas to workouts or meditation, but nothing seemed to work as great as your cock.

Mike had a hard time accepting it though, always trying out many other things to put him to sleep before he finally couldn’t take it anymore. He would always hesitate, before throwing his leg over your hips and grab at your chest with a shuddering grasp, exhaustion hanging in his movements and the desperation in his eyes almost unbearable.

He would kiss at your neck, carefully scraping his teeth against the flesh before soothing the area with his tongue, tiny needy huffs and whimpers leaving him as he would start rolling his hips down into you, already hard and aching and so very needy.

If that didn’t wake you up, Mike always found himself leaning over and shuffling through the bedside table for whatever bottle of lube you guys had laying around, kicking off his boxers in the process. His needy noises would only gain a newer level of desperation as he would start opening himself up, his mouth open as he struggled to stay at a manageable level.

This was typically when you would wake up, eyes blinking open to Mike above you, hair ruffled and eyes shiny with tears of desperation as he would move his fingers in and out of himself, his bottom lip red from how much he had been biting at it. Mike would almost keen as you grab his hips of thighs to roll them down into yours once more, so you made sure to shush him in an almost teasing manner.

Tiny breathless begs leave him as you kick off your boxers, slicking yourself up with the lube Mike had been using earlier, his grip returning to your shoulders as you pulled him down onto you. A loud groan almost leaves him, until you clamp a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, his eyes growing wide and even needier, if that is even possible.

Your hand stays over his mouth, even has he rides you quicker and harder, his pace seeming to grow the more desperate he becomes, his noises and whimpers muffled against your palm. Sometimes you’d even be able to feel drool against your palm as his mouth would crack open, or his tongue would lap at your hand.

It was only when he was like this that he got whiny like this, where his noises would become high pitched in a way you thought was impossible, but here he was, bouncing on your dick and sounding like it was the best feeling in his life.

You know he’s close when his movements start growing uneven, hips grinding down into your as you press against his prostate, before withdrawing maybe halfway before forcing himself down once again to feel the flares of pleasure again. His eyes would also roll back more than usual, at times you would worry he would go blind from how far back his eyes seemed roll.

Especially when he would cum, a flare of pain would flash through your arm as Mike digs his teeth into your palm to muffle his own noises, hips twitching and jolting as the tears that had been gathering in his eyes finally spill over. Mike would whimper and whine, and if you didn’t have to worry about volume, it wouldn’t surprise you if he would have howled.

After cumming, Mike would still keep riding you, though you could tell exhaustion was starting to catch up as his movements grow sluggish, but he would want you to finish inside him like always. So, with a few deep thrusts, you would fill him up with clenched teeth to keep yourself quiet. You can’t even find it in yourself to complain as Mike collapses against your chest, asleep before you can even pull out. You would do your best to clean the two of you up, but you had learned after the first time that you couldn’t get all of it until the next morning.

[evieelyzabethh]

Can I request modern au viktor dating headcanons (perhaps streamer au where viktor is dating streamer reader) 👉👈

streamerau!Viktor whose girlfriend starts out as a relatively small creator. Your streams don't get a lot of reach, but it's never bothered you much anyway. You did it more for the passion of gaming rather than making serious money off it. Your set up had been customized and built prior to the idea of even getting a twitch account, you already had countless hours logged into your Minecraft and Sims 4 worlds, as well as having a pretty lengthy collection of games all on your own

streamerau!Viktor who is the reason you even start. One day, he jokingly teased that with how many hours and how much money you had put into your hobby, you might as well try and make some money off it. He's very aware of what it takes to go viral, a pretty face, and you have the prettiest one he's ever seen. He is also quite confident in your skills to go viral. You have the personality, you have the skills, you have the knowledge. He's not even a gamer himself and he still enjoys watching you play and hearing all the interesting fun facts and history that you know about.

streamerau!Viktor who is such a visual opposite to his girlfriend. Part of the differences are played up for the camera, the comically pink and purple set up, the light-up headphones, even the type of content you create, spending less time in COD lobbies and more on cheap cozy games on Steam. He hardly ever steps into your recording office, fearing his tall, lanky, and dark demeanor may come off as some creepy ghost in the corner of your pastel-led room.

This isn't to say you only play those games, but that is simply what gets the views and is the least hostile space. When you do venture out of the typical cozy game aesthetic, it typically adventure puzzle games, like Tomb Raider or Uncharted, or maybe a story-based horror game like Mouthwashing or Until Dawn. In the very early days of your streaming adventure, you and Viktor would play vintage games from your collection, like Mario Kart or Mortal Kombat on your N64 or Sonic on your Sega Genesis. Once you start getting traction, he asks for them to be deleted. He's doesn't want his face all over the internet nor his reactions.

streamerau!Viktor who is quite aggressive when he plays games. He is the first to get loud, the first to blame the controller, the first to claim his screen was lagging and that's why he lost. He is a bit of a sore loser. He also just isn't a fan of games that don't require some sort of skill or technique. He hates luck-based games, or games that depend heavily on rng. Y'all played the first FNAF game ONCE and he lost it because Chica hung around the door so he couldn't open it to alleviate his battery usage and was incredibly pissed when he lost because of that.

streamerau!Viktor who is more into more card games (my personal headcanon is that he is a great Spades partner) but still tunes into every single one of your streams. He thinks it's funny to leave very obvious 'pro-tips' like "don't mine at night with nothing but a wood sword" or "maybe try killing the creepers" or "next time, you should do a back flip off the ledge". Though he doesn't play with you, he does get alluded to in passing, typically by Grim rather than his actual name. The nickname came from one of your Sims streams where you laughed about how much your boyfriend looked like the Grim Reaper and then everyone started calling him that until it eventually got shortened to just Grim. At some point, someone dug through the archives to try and find him. The old streams were long gone at this point, but Viktor had somehow snuck into the corner of a few videos.

Speaking of which, Shadow Man Viktor definitely became a meme on the internet after he was spotted, specifically to that one Berleezy audio (IT IS HOT AS HELL IN THIS FUNKY ASS, HOT ASS ROOM IM IN...IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER???). He doesn't find out about it until you tell him. Viktor is thoroughly not a social media guy; he often gets confused when you make internet references on the stream and asks about what they mean later. That or he quietly texts you "I'm employed, what does that mean?" He never moved over to shorter form content when Vine and TikTok got really popular, and he definitely brags about having a longer attention span because of it. He would be more annoyed with the whole ordeal if his face wasn't obscured, but you can't tell who he is by the low-quality stills. This being said, your followers anxiously await the heavily teased boyfriend reveal.

[oldwritingm]

FNAF Security Breach - Catching Their Eye

Freddy

He spotted you within the first few minutes of your working there

He keeps close tabs on the staff, so naturally he noticed a new face in the employee uniform

He introduced himself right away, but that wasn’t anything special; he does that for every new employee

What really makes him notice you is your brightness

Whether you’re interacting with guests or mopping the floor with your earbuds in, he’ll find the tiniest traces of happiness in you, and that’s what makes him interested

Even if you're not a typically "happy" person, he'll still find it

He’s so used to tired workers just trying to make it to the next paycheck, so seeing you with that light inside (even if it’s buried deep) enchants him

He finds himself staring, completely captivated

Your smile is the most precious thing in the world to him

He sees tens—even hundreds—of smiles every day, but yours is special somehow

He admires from afar, usually too busy to talk to you

But whenever he gets a free moment, you best believe he’s going to talk to you

Unfortunately he doesn’t know what to say though

So he just goes with the only thing that’s been on his mind:

“Hello, Y/n! Has anyone ever told you that you have the loveliest smile?”

“O-oh..! Uh… no?”

He scrambles to apologize for making you uncomfortable, but your laughter cuts him off

Your laugh. Mercy—if he wasn’t hooked before, he certainly was now

It’s then that he makes a personal goal to make you laugh every day

Gives him an excuse to be around you, at least

Roxanne

She did not know who you were

Like, at all

To her, everyone in the employee garb looks the same

It doesn't matter how long you've been working there; you could've been working for months, and your face would still be completely unfamiliar to her

So, when she sees you after hours in Roxy Raceway, she doesn't take much note of your presence

But you certainly take notice of hers

She catches you stealing glances, which makes her nervous

Naturally she jumps into defensive mode

"You got a staring problem?"

"No! I'm sorry. It's just... well, you're so much cooler up close."

That catches her off guard

She usually inwardly doubts people when they compliment her, but your tone is so genuine that there's no room for her insecurities

From then on, she's able to discern you from the other employees

If she can, she tries to get your help when she needs it

She trusts you more than the other employees, all because you were so genuine in your first interaction

Out of all the eyes that gaze adoringly at her all day, only yours matter to her

When she spots you looking at her, she gets a boost of confidence—real confidence

You're her little magic charm, and she makes sure to return the favor

She'll never give any hints that you make her feel like this, but she'll treat you better than every other employee

Which basically only means that she knows your name and she doesn't snap at you, but with her, that's pretty big

Chica

Much like Freddy, Chica likes to keep tabs on employees

She's not quite as good at it, though

She'll frequently mix up names and introduce herself to people she's already introduced herself to, but hey, she's trying her best

What makes her remember you though is your name (at first, anyway)

"Hello!! Welcome to the team!! My name is Chica, if you didn't already know."

"Hi, I'm Y/n."

"Y/n? Y/n... I love that name!! Y/n!"

From that moment on, she always greets you by name

She loves saying your name—it's a very melodic sound to her

She even starts saying it to herself when she's bored

That's the first sign of you infesting her mind

She realizes that she doesn't just love your name; your personality is also very likable

She finds herself craving more of you, wanting to find more things to like

And even to dislike; she just wants more of you in general honestly

Okay so maybe she's a little obsessed

Whenever you're working near her, she makes an effort to interact with you

She won't go out of her way to ensure that you interact often though; she'll just treasure the moments she's been given

And she isn't really the type to watch from afar, either

If she can't interact with you, she doesn't want to look at you; the longing will get to her

That doesn't mean she doesn't think about you all the time, though

Because she totally does

Monty

He doesn't really make an effort to remember many faces

Just the ones he knows he doesn't like

This is especially true with employees; he never forgets a face he hates, and he always makes sure to let them know how he feels

This has led to many employees being banned from working around Monty, either by their request or for their own safety

It's a strange feeling for him to take note of someone positively

Or at least not negatively

He's struck at first by your appearance, but he reminds himself that you might be a total nuisance

He watches you from afar, trying to confirm his pessimism

He's very surprised to find your personality tolerable

When he ventures to actually interact with you for the first time, he's even more surprised to find that you don't change your personality around him

"Hi there. You're Monty, right? I'm Y/n. I'm new here."

"Yeah, I know. So when're you comin' down to work Gator Golf?"

Needless to say, he got a little ahead of himself

He's just excited to find an employee that he actually likes

Management is also excited to discover this; and in no time at all you're almost always stationed in Gator Golf

Monty takes advantage of this in full

Whenever he gets a free moment he's by your side, telling you a joke or a funny story

You guys are fast friends

This only amplifies his positive bias regarding you

And his negative bias towards other employees; he gets even more agitated than before when an employee he doesn't like works in his domain

I watched the fnaf movie and I've fallen back into a fnaf stupor,,, I hope you enjoy my babbling <33 Thanks for reading lovelies :)

(divider by saradika)

[umeoniii]

aot men beige flags

eren, jean, reiner , levi , armin , connie

!: sfw

（＾∇＾）

eren:

☆ makes weird voices.

high pitched, low pitched, shaky he doesn’t care.

like sometimes as a bit he just uses weird accents and stuff.

he’ll speak like a caveman for one day.

“me want ooga burga” he’ll scratch his head like one too

and you’ll just stare at him like, “this mfs crazy” bcs literally wtf is he on about?!

the next day he’s trying to sound french

“oui oui mon amour”

and he’s wiggling his brows and has his imaginary mustache in between his fingers.

☆ his next one is he’s kind of oblivious to a lot of things.

you can pull out the ugliest outfit known to man to test him and he’ll say “that looks so good baby”

not bcs he’s setting u up. no, because he doesn’t think that lime green ripped jeans and a orange cropped hoodie look bad together.

you’ll have to show him what fashion looks like and he’ll get better as time goes on.

jean:

the tickle monster.

☆ when you’re around him u have to watch your back. he’s serious about it.

u can have a super cute sentimental moment with him and he’ll pull it out.

“i really love you baby.” you’d say

“who else do you love, because i know you’re cheating on me with him.”

and you’re like WHAT.

“with who?!”

he’d pause and stare at you for a few seconds.

“THE TICKLE MONSTER!”

and he’d tickle you until you can’t breathe and almost pee yourself.

and after that you don’t trust him but then proceed to slip up multiple times.

u guys are gonna hate me for this next one…

☆ he does “the face” when he’s gonna kiss u

u guys know what i’m talking about

“the face guys make when they go in for a kiss”

his isn’t horrid, only because he’s attractive

sometimes he actually over exaggerates it to piss you off.

it’s not super horrible but it’s giggle worthy

reiner:

☆ he’s a cringe bf. unironically. it’s sweet but not all the time.

by cringe i mean “i just found out about periods, god it must suck to be a beautiful goddess :/.”

or he’s like

“hey! tell you’re period it can’t hurt you like that, it’s not cool!”

☆ he’s also a scaredy-cat.

behind all that muscle is a big baby.

he jumps at scary movies even when he knows what happens next.

cannot play something like fnaf with him

he will throw the phone and scream like he got stabbed in his chest.

he’s probably still scared of the dark but it’s kind of sweet idk. he literally cuddles with you at night like a mother and her baby. you’re practically holding him like a frail little princess, except he’s kind of the exact opposite.

this is actually kind of cute though..

levi:

☆ now his beige flag is that he can be SUPER sarcastic. ik he is.

he’s super snarky and sassy.

like he’s the type to tell what’s considered a ‘corny dad joke’ but instead he’d say it with a stoic face.

like if youre talking and couldn’t remember and say something like “remember when umm…” and you just sit there and think, he’d come back with “no i don’t remember when that happened”.

he wouldn’t laugh or anything.

i feel like that’s why it’s funny. he could make a childish poop or fart joke and it would only be funny bcs he looks like this 😐

he would own a stupid t-shirt that says something like, “find your patience before i lose mine”.

☆ he’s a karen as well. he’s not super bad but like at restaurants and stuff when his foods not right or the tables are not bussed…

i’d be in the bathroom crying my mascara off if i was his waitress

armin:

☆ he’s scared of animals.

this includes typical house pets like dogs or cats.

it’s bcs “they don’t speak , so you’ll never know what they’ll do next.”

his fear stems from one small thing that happened when he was younger.

a cat jumped onto his lap.

he thought it was trying to attack him and so he screamed and the cat got scared.

that’s it.

he can’t even visit the zoo because he’s scared the animals will break out. (he’s super serious about it, it’s not even something he jokes about)

he’s tried to like animals and it worked for a while.

until the dog started to play a little too much to his liking.

☆ also he just randomly informs you of random facts.

completely random.

you could be on the toilet and he’ll come in the bathroom like, “a shrimps heart is in its head…”

no “did you know?” or “isn’t it cool that?” he just says it.

if you ever go onto a game show you’ll probably win it with all the useless knowledge he’s given u.

connie:

☆ you could tell him the most god awful thing happened to you and he’ll be like

“wait, this reminds me of something that happened in something i just watched.”

he’ll proceed to whip out his phone and show you the tv show, news report, tiktok. whatever it was he saw.

this tends to happen to every experience that you have.

you could be held hostage and they’ll call him for ransom and somehow it reminds him of this one part of a tv show.

sometimes it’s funny sometimes it’s not.

☆ he sleeps like he hasn’t slept since the day he was born.

he hops into the bed and sits there for 1 minute before he starts snoring aggressively.

he looks dead, like actually…

sprawled out and snoring with his mouth open.

one time he slept with his eyes wide open and you shook him awake panicking.

he belittled you and was all smart and cocky saying “i would never sleep with my eyes wide open” even though he did.

he sleeps to the rain sounds with the thunder. but sometimes is so sleepy and forgets about it.

tagz!🐬: @hangesgirlypop , @yiugen , @heartshapedtearss

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a/n: heyooo! b4 u guys request it, im doing girls next ;). i just think this trend is the cutest thing ever, plus it feels good to write fluff. also im actually getting back to requests. like frl this time, i’ve been grinding non stop all night so i could be done by hopefully friday. feel free to request cute things u guys, i will absolutely write it! and also feel free to request other characters, i feel like u guys don’t request them bcs u guys don’t see them and so u think i won’t do them. trust i probs will!

[somewhatidealname]

im sick right now with a bad cough but your afton skrunglies make me feel better. i love those guys. :] /gen

on that note, can they get sick aswell? whether it be a digital or physical virus?

glad you enjoy them! hope you beat your cough

i don't think there's any physical maladies these bots can get. you know what can corrupt their processors though. HAYWIRE ATTACK💥💥💥💥💥

it's noticeable with scraptrap and the more conscious machines. this entails violent behavior, twitching and glitching out, and malfunctioning. though most animatronics are typically aggressive in nature, going haywire is pretty painful for them as it causes involuntary movement, sensory overload, and in worst cases re-living one's final moments as human.

while haywiring animatronics can be alleviated with time or proper care, some of them experience it chronically, or even exist in such a disposition at all times

(this is just fnaf ar moments. funny red eyes)

[mcytblrconfessions-but-badder]

Hey! You don't have to post this if you don't want to but I saw you were asking for tips on how kids talk for your fic. I work at a daycare and could give a bit of advice if you're interested.

Most kids actually just talk like normal adults would but with simple grammer depending on the age.

Kids 8-12 will probably love to info dump about things they know about, even if they don't actually know that much about a topic. They'll be curious but are past the typical "why?" phase and will want to know how things work ("How does the water stay in a lake?/Where does the river go?). Kids this age currently love roblox, FnaF, and minecraft.

Kids 5-7 A really good example would be to watch one or two episodes of bluey. The way they talk and act is a very good reference.

Kids 3-4 can range pretty heavily. Most kids are learning to potty train at this time and are pretty good at communicating. They can tell you what they want to eat, they can tell you what they want to do for fun and they can tell you what they don't like about something. It's when they really start developing personality.

Though they're good at communicating, there's a lot of pauses when they talk. Lots of "umm"s and "uhhhh"s. Definitely the 'why' phase. The words they choose to use aren't very long even if they understand longer words. A kid will know what the word "understand " will mean but they'll prefer words like "know". 3-4 are WAY smarter than most people give them credit for.

1-2 is a big range developmentally.

Some 2 year olds are talking and starting potty training. Other 2 year olds are barely talking and not using sentences yet and nowhere near ready to use a toilet.

Some 1 year olds are walking, saying words, and eating table foods. Other 1 year olds can only say mama and Dada, can only crawl, and might not be eating much more than baby food and mashed potatoes.

The range is so big for these ages but the general gist is that this is the generic toddler. They WILL get into things they aren't supposed to and they WILL repeat the one curse word you accidentally say around them. I've met a LOT of toddlers who say "oh shit" and it's hard to teach them that they aren't supposed to say certain words.

Anything younger than than can be summed up as a just. Baby. There's a lot I COULD say about babies developmentally (that's my specialty and what I have in my class) but this post is long enough.

Of course all kids are different and this is just a really rough overview, and I'd say the best way to get used to writing kids is to watch videos of kids having conversations and playing and try transcribing what they're saying.

this is amazing thank you so much!

[l0vem41l]

Forgive me if I disturb you, but if your requests are open can I have a romantic Glamrock Freddy x Animatronic Cat reader who's really shy and insecure about themselves?

skittish

「 tws + notes: no tws, SUPER unedited, animatronic cat reader, i love making stuff up thatz Not In Canon, writer is bad at animatronic reader writing (my bad), cat animatronic reader has cat-like behaviour becuz i Said So 」

「 gn!reader, romantic relationship <3 」

↳ ft. glamrock freddy (other glamrocks, the dca + vanessa mentioned)

author's note: no ur not disturbing me at all!!! ^_^ my fnaf reqs are were open!! :3 i don't typically write for animatronic reader so i hope i did this ok!! i'm so sorry if this was a little slow!! but tysm 4 ur patience! i hope u enjoy o(*￣▽￣*)ブ <3

▸ a new animatronic at the plex meant a new companion! a new opportunity for friendship! at least, that’s what freddy initially expected. every attempt to greet you was met with you fleeing, every friendly wave met with awkward silence as you quickly averted your eyes and pretended not to see— and conversations were nonstarters.

he started to get nervous that you didn’t like him. which was a very rare experience for freddy.

▸ he asks vanessa all abt you. what were you built for? were you a new glamrock? why did you not like him? :(

“officer vanessa! i was looking for you! if i may ask—” freddy’s sentence was cut off with an exasperated sigh from the overworked security officer, barely through her shift and already done with everything. she jus like me fr.

“if it’s about that cat you keep asking about, upper management barely gave me any information. i’ve told you what i know,” vanessa rubs the bridge of her nose, reciting the info she had already told freddy possibly a thousand times, “the new animatronic is under beta testing, currently coded to not be overly social in case people get attached, and probably not going to stay very long.”

his ear twitches at the last part.

“i… i see.” freddy nods thoughtfully, thanking vanessa politely, which she dismisses with a small shrug before walking off.

he doesn’t notice you around the corner, quick to leave the scene before your presence could be discovered.

▸ skittish. that is his first impression of you. your first interaction is nothing more than him grinning at you and greeting you with a “hello!”

this seems to startle you. he expects you to make your escape immediately, as per usual— but to his surprise, you manage to muster up the tiniest “hi” before leaving.

he’s giddy about the exchange all week. the others never hear him shut up about you, freddy always gushing about the progress he made with you.

monty considers decommissioning him over this /j

▸ while vanessa had informed him of the fact you were not particularly socially inclined for the sake of beta testing, freddy began to question if that was the truth. in a few weeks time, with plenty of attempts made to speak to you and the utmost amount of patient, you grow close to freddy.

one day, you express a distaste for the limelight. something about the amount of eyes being on you frightening you, he recalls. and he’s certainly never felt that way— made for the spotlight, made to perform— freddy has a hard time conceptualizing what that might be like. and while he may never understand, he’s determined to help 

▸ no, he won’t force you to be friends with everyone at the pizzaplex and frankly doesn’t think that’s a good idea— but he certainly tries to encourage you to talk to the others who are just as curious about you as he was

freddy can’t help but be worried though. what if chica overwhelms you with her chattiness? what if roxy intimidates you too much? what if monty scares you away? what if sun and moon— well… the daycare attendant is a whole other thing in itself.

so, yes, while wanting you to speak to others and interact, he can’t help but be just the tiniest bit protective. freddy really  doesn’t mean to hover. but yes, he looks out for you always. can’t have any of his hard work be undone! not after he spent so long trying to get you out of your shell.

▸ this ends up in you two developing a system when first meeting the others. freddy accompanies you, holding your paw in his. every so often in the conversation, he squeezes it gently to ask if you’re okay.

one squeeze back for yes, two for no.

this is especially helpful when you get overwhelmed or anxious midway through a conversation and have no idea how to end it. he’ll simply make an excuse and find a quiet place for the two of you to calm down. he’ll always tell you he’s proud of your progress at the end of meeting someone new. slowly but surely, freddy sees you grow into yourself more— and he’s just delighted :))

▸ he’s quick to reassure whenever you’re insecure, earnest as ever. when you grow comfortable enough around him, freddy likes to hold your hand when speaking to you. a very good listener, and an insanely good pep talker.

▸ freddy is busy almost constantly, but he chooses to spend his free time with you!!!!! you contemplate with him what you life will be like after your beta testing stage.

he tries not to think too hard about it. to him, you’re here to stay. you have to be! he’d miss the way you absentmindedly paw at things when your bored, the way your voice box emulates a purr when you’re content, the way your yawn was stupidly cute— annndd yes fine, whatever, he was getting attached.

your shyness may have been coded as a feature to keep people away, to deter any potential attachment before a finalization of your launch in the pizzaplex— but it never deterred freddy. It just drew him in closer. and how special he felt, getting to know you.

-

“i don’t think i’m built to be a glamrock,” you say suddenly, breaking the silence as freddy organizes his room. the gifts from fans are arranged purposefully by him, each one placed with utmost care. you're sitting at the edge of his couch, kneading into a throw pillow absentmindedly as he decorates.

“and what makes you say that?” he questions, gaze focused on putting up a drawing done by a young child, depicting him in an array of messy lines of marker. he straightens it out and places it on the wall, taping it down before giving it a little satisfied pat.

“i’m just not as good as you guys. you’re all total rockstars and i’m just… useless.” you trail off awkwardly, averting your eyes from him. “my consciousness could be programmed into a staff bot and i’d still manage to be lousy.”

he looks at you. a beat of silence before he speaks again.

freddy’s voice is soft. “you’re perfect, superstar. you could be a glamrock. you could be anything.”

you glance up and him. he knows you don’t believe him.

“you have a place here.” he reassures.

“yeah? where?” you challenge.

“with me!” freddy’s response is quick, ears wiggling happily as he declares it— it takes him a moment to process what words just came out of his mouth.

“...and chica, and roxy, and monty— the rest. you’re one of us, now.” he tacks the last part on quickly, feeling bashful.

still, you smile, feeling slightly flustered yourself. “you think so?”

“i’m certain.”

▸ freddy loves you. in all your skittish, awkward, shy glory— he loves you.

naturally, he’s ecstatic to receive the announcement you’re there to stay! he can’t wait to see how you grow into yourself, and of course— he’ll always extend a helping paw when you need him.

— reblogs always appreciated!

[atthebell]

What is Sexta do Medo?

Cellbit is coming back from his streaming break, which means Sexta do medo will be back! Sexta do medo is a stream Cellbit does every Friday ("Sexta do medo" = "Friday of fear") where he watches horror short films and plays horror games. He usually streams for a little longer for sexta do medo, and he plays a lot of different games and shorts. Sometimes they're absolute garbage, so he makes fun of them and has some good insight on what makes a good game/narrative, and sometimes there's some hidden gems.

Sometimes he even does bingos, where he and chat come up with bingo spaces ahead of time for typical elements of (usually bad) horror shorts and games.

Sexta do medo is always super fun, and it's one of my favorite types of Cellbit streams, so I'm really looking forward to it being back. Cellbit did say he was planning to stream less once he's back and this is his first stream back after a long break, so I'm not sure if sexta do medo will run quite as long as it used to or even if it will happen, but the stream should still be a great time regardless.

Here are some great examples of fun sexta do medo streams:

💀 SEXTA DO MEDO 💀 JOGOS E VIDEOS DE TERROR A NOITE TODA 💀 TA CHEGANDO OUTUBRO 💀 NOVOS EMOTES AMANHÃ 💀

👻 SEXTA DO MEDO👻

LIVE LONGA (12H+) - SEXTA DO MEDO ULTIMATE

👻MEDO.👻SEXTA FEIRA 13.👻DO MEDO.👻SEXTA DO MEDO.👻ATEMORIZANTE.👻A MAIOR.👻A MELHOR.👻EXTREMAMENTE MEDO.👻

de volta aos velhos tempos. SEXTA DO MEDO.

REACTzinhos -> SEXTA DO MEDO -> FENIX VERISSIMO

CAMPEONATO MUNDIAL DE LETHAL COMPANY DA IRONMOUSE / FNAF VR, REDDIT e LAYON depois (warning: this one has the ass game so unless you want to spend two hours in misery don't watch the end of the stream. if you're a cellbit viewer you probably enjoy suffering just like he does though so this warning won't work on you)

[jupiterthesmart]

Overanalyzing the FNAF fandom's view on Fanon Henry - a result of Toxic Masculinity?

Just know if you like Fanon Henry I'm probably not referring to you. I'm referring to the people who make him a one dimensional OC who's happy and cheery all the time, the 'stereotype Henry' if you will. And no I don't care about his weight or anything like that, only how people viewed him to change him so much in Fanon. Disagree if you want but I'm not looking for hate or debates here! (Though Tumblr is the least toxic place to share this opinion XD)

TL;DR Fanon Henry is a caricature of what happens when a man reaches out about his emotions, he's seen as ""weak"", no matter what, and people will always insist he's weak because of his mental state. It happens to celebrities, to historical figures, and even to FNAF characters because toxic masculinity is and always will be in everything!

609 words, 3,336 characters ;-;

My reasoning/rant V

What's the appeal of Fanon Henry for people in the FNAF Fandom?

Let's think of the traits Fanon Henry has - He's a good father, depicted as weaker than William Afton, with softer colors, usually shorter, more emotional, and overall every "not manly" trait you can think of dialed up to 100.

I've noticed the same people who prefer Fanon Henry seem to love Canon William. It seems like an OC next to a FNAF character which is fine, but I'm looking for the reason why people feel the need to change Henry so much?

It could be passed off for some sort of ""understandable"" fandom reason for him being turned into an OC and all his canon personality ignored (like if he was POC or a woman) Because then the reason would be obvious and I wouldn't have to question it. But he's a conventionally attractive white man! He's a father with two kids and a blonde haired blue eyed wife! What did this character go through in this fandom to have so much change done to him for seemingly no underlying or discriminatory reasons?...

Well! My theory is people see him as 'weak' because of his depression, and so the fanon version represents that. Like, think of it. He lost his entire family, his business came crashing down, his friend turned out to be a child murderer, and Henry got so emotionally unstable that he killed himself. FNAF has some pretty one-dimensional characters but not Henry, in fact I think he's one of the more well written in early FNAF. But... why dumb him down to just 'William's friend' or 'Charlie's dad'? Why recognize his depression as the only thing that matters?

I don't hate the people who make him fat but this is one of my points too. Fat people in media are typically seen as weak and depicted as overly emotional, (especially fat men, because rounder features make them seem, you guessed it, less manly.)

Not to mention the way people on the 'Fanon Henry' side tend to describe him as pathetic or always point out how sad he is all the time, and every other character trait is perfect. It's weird! He has more character than that but people forget... I wonder why. This doesn't happen to William because he's the more 'stoic, smarter' one despite him being WAY more emotional than Henry. William wasn't infantilized because he abused his family, killed children, and gaslit his closest friend. Those are ""manly"" traits to the fans, and even seen as attractive. Henry, the one who has more written about his personal life and family in flashbacks than William has so far, the protagonist of this story, is babied because he's a depressed man. He killed himself to avoid help, and the fandom treats him exactly how he would've been treated if he reached out. He's 'weak' because of his emotions.

He never said how he felt out loud in the books, and in FNAF 6 if you listen to the tape where he is venting out his frustration and saying his plans, you get a game over and get falsely sent to a mental hospital. This man did not want help for his issues, he told no one, and would get whoever knew how he felt institutionalized or burned! But ultimately his verbal suicide note in FNAF 6 came back to bite him. Fans took this as a sign that he was extremely verbal about his emotions, thus making him "weak." Now that's all he ever will be in the eyes of about 80% of the fandom.

...And that's why I will ALWAYS prefer Canon Henry.

[purple-plum-petals]

—⊱Blog/Writing Update!

Hello everyone! Apologies for the inactivity as of late, but overall motivation has been somewhat low for me lately. This is probably due to a mixture of graduate school (which is starting this week 😭), my current job, mental health, and overall life stressors (RIP to my car battery...). Despite it all, though, I'm still hanging in there haha!

I am slowly progressing with all the remaining requests currently in the inbox and have been working on them in bits and pieces. This includes requests for both the Homicipher and Twisted Wonderland fandoms, and I am hoping my love for Security Breach will reignite briefly so I can finish writing the one remaining FNAF request currently in there. 😅

I'm also still working on the rewrite of chapter 8 for IT3GB (if anyone even follows that fic of mine on this blog haha), but progress on that is slowing down a bit, unfortunately... I have so many ideas planned for this particular fanfiction, but now the problem is actually getting around to writing them on paper – it is the curse of being a writer. 😔

I am hoping to finish the remaining Homicipher requests by the end of this month, and then I will tackle the requests I have for TWST and FNAF. Thank you all for your patience and continued support through this brief hiatus of mine!

So, in the meantime, I would like you all to have a little snippet of the beginning portion of a one-shot I'm currently working on for Homicipher (Mr. Crawling X Reader X Mr. Silvair) under the cut! I hope you enjoy the small treat. 😏

You and Mr. Crawling had been out and about all day instead of spending it curled up together in bed like you typically did. You were kneeling down on the ground, your hands moving large slabs of concrete to the side as you searched through the pile of rubble, eyes peeled for anything from your world that had managed to end up in this one. 

Right now, you were specifically looking for books to bring back to Mr. Silvair, certain he would appreciate it if you could manage to find any publications related to human anatomy or medical texts. Though, now that you thought about it, he would probably find anything interesting enough considering his curiosity about humans as a whole…

Sure, the likelihood of finding academic material in such a place was low, but it wasn’t completely impossible. After all, you did manage to find the cat-ear headband you ended up gifting to Mr. Chopped (who was happy to receive such a cute accessory from you). Plus, anything was possible if you believed hard enough. 

Mr. Crawling was nearby as he usually was, aiding you in your search for any type of literature you could get your hands on. You had explained to him what you were looking for, making gestures with your hands before saying, “Find papers together.”

He was most certainly looking around, rummaging through the rubble while investigating every nook and cranny he could find, intently focused on the task you had given him. Mr. Crawling seemed to be having more luck than you in the searching department, too, if the ragged-looking books and loose papers in his arms were anything to go by. 

Eventually, after realizing the two of you probably wouldn’t be able to find anything else in this particular room, you stand up with a sigh and brush the dirt that littered the floor off of your pants. You did manage to find a silken ribbon amongst the rubble, though, and you thought that Mr. Chopped would appreciate it for decorating his hair before you pocket the delicate piece of fabric. 

“Done?” You hear Mr. Crawling ask, and your gaze falls to his hunched-over form sitting on the uneven surface of the ground, his arms filled to the brim with papers and books as they practically spilled from his grasp. You quickly make your way over to him and take the large variety of papers and books from his hands with a muttered apology. 

After all, you didn’t want to make him carry anything since his arms were his only means of getting around, his legs typically causing him a lot of pain if used for extended periods of time. Despite never having done it yourself, it would probably be quite difficult to crawl if you couldn’t use your arms. 

You give him a gentle smile when he looks up at you, heart throbbing with affection for the long-haired man, before you lean down and place a kiss on the top of his head. Mr. Crawling makes a noise, almost like a squeak of delight when you press your lips to his scalp, whispering to him, “Yes, we done. Thank you.”

“You happy?” Mr. Crawling immediately asks, and you can’t help but let out a small huff of amusement. He had the habit of asking if you were happy, and your answer to his question usually never differed. Whenever you were with Mr. Crawling, you were always happy, and that hadn’t changed since the first moment you two met.

“Yes, me lot happy.” You reply with a nod, gathering all the papers and book in one arm before you gesture for him to come, “Follow. Home, rest.”

[divine-knight-hand]

Um hi! Would it be ok if I could request FNAF Michael Afton relationship sfw and nsfw headcanons with a Introvert female reader? Please and thank you!

OMG! Hi, Anon!!! That's way more than okay! As an introverted female myself, I would love nothing more than to give my headcanons on this! 😆

You're also my first request, so congratulations! I may or may not have jumped on starting this faster than a cat jumps on the light from a lazer pointer. I also may or may not have stayed up later than I should have while writing this... 😅

Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy, Anon! I went pretty in-depth (maybe more than I should have, but I regret nothing! 😼).

Link to photo: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/564568503297849129

Michael Masterlist || Full Masterlist

Pairing: Michael Afton x Introverted!Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff and smut, undertones of anxiety (you kind of have to squint), soft dom!Michael, sub!reader, missionary, praise, cunnilingus

SFW

At work, he typically keeps to himself, but not because he's painfully shy like you are. He's okay with talking to others when he has to. In fact, he's pretty charismatic when he does talk to others, which is what drew you to him in the first place.

A lot of your time together was spent in silence. He didn't consider it awkward, though. It was a comfortable silence to him.

He even thought your shyness was cute at times. The way you twiddled your thumbs or bit your lip drove him wild.

Michael confessed his feelings to you first, of course, but he was blushing and nervously scratching the back of his neck the whole time. He instantly let out a breath of relief when you reciprocated his feelings before pulling you into a hug.

He's extremely considerate of your boundaries, always checking with you before doing something he thinks might even remotely bother you.

Right before your first kiss, he softly whispered, "Can I kiss you?" You eagerly nodded, cupping his face in your hands as he closed the gap between your mouths.

Since then, you've immediately grown a lot more comfortable with him, opening up to him a lot more. Knowing that he could put someone like you at ease filled him with a huge sense of pride.

He's grown a sense of protectiveness over you. He gets furious when other men start flirting with you, because he knows it makes you feel uncomfortable. He's threatened to send many a man to the hospital on your behalf. He once almost followed through…

He tries to inspire you to speak up for yourself more. He knows he can only help so much with your strong avoidance of confrontation, and the thought of you just lowering your head and dealing with things you know you're not okay with makes him a little sick.

"Tell me what's on your mind, love"

"Come on, love, I couldn’t possibly help you if I don’t know what’s troubling you.”

Much much MUCH physical contact. He’ll hold your hand, wrap his arm around your shoulders, let you rest your head on his shoulder. All of it! Even when you’re not talking, he doesn’t want you to doubt for a second that he’s absolutely in love with you.

He’ll also hug you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder a lot, especially when you’re doing something and can’t turn around to hug him back right away.

He loves feeling your hands in his hair when you’re kissing. Just had to throw that out there.

Will he shower you with compliments? Absolutely! He never expects you to respond, either, especially since you almost never know how. He just wants you to know.

“You’re beautiful. Absolutely stunning.”

Once your social battery runs out, he’ll immediately take you home. It doesn’t matter where you are. He won’t hesitate. Your comfort is top priority for him.

NSFW

In this relationship dynamic, I could see him as a soft dom.

His favorite position with you is missionary. He loves whispering praise in your ear as he’s slowly thrusting into you.

“That’s it, love. Just like that…”

“You feel so good. I can’t get enough of you.”

He also loves holding your hand the whole time. From start to finish. He’ll even give your hand a small squeeze as a warning that he’s close.

He’s very big on kissing. He’ll kiss any part of you that he can reach in the moment.

He accidentally marks you up from time to time. He just can’t help himself.

When he eats you out, he eats like he’s been starving. He’ll still hold your hand, too.

He loves having your legs draped over his shoulders, and the taste of you is intoxicating to him.

Regardless of the position, he loves every little sound you make, from breaths to moans to whimpers. He wants to hear it all. They only serve to spur him on, after all~

Even in the bedroom, he’ll make sure to keep trying to get you to speak your mind.

“What do you want me to do, love? Use your words…”

“Tell me, how’s that feel? Good? Good…”

He’s open to a lot. Anything you ask him to try, he’ll do it at least once.

He takes your comfort very seriously. If you seem apprehensive, even in the slightest, he’ll stop everything to ask if you’re okay.

“The moment I do anything you don’t like, please let me know.”

A dirty little secret of his is that he loves when you rake your nails down his back.

[bludpudding]

on some wine right now and thinking of Donnie. do share some random Donnie HCs if you have them

contrary to popular belief his favorite artist is ashnikko and not johnny cash. they're both up there though

his prosthetic arm doubles as a vibrator

consistently violates OSHA because he's "not exactly known to ask for protection." typically he wouldn't be able to keep a job but he's simply too good at what he does to be let go. hazard in everything he does

can't go swimming because he'll short circuit. genuinely hard thing for him to give up.

his shower routine includes a lot of plastic bags to protect his augmented areas

has to have his faceplate on for blowjobs because otherwise the dick will fall out and/or be damaged permanently

reminds me of nightmare fredbear from fnaf

designs and welds his own jewelry !!

[eyenaku]

*sliiiiiides in* good evening

ooooo you wanna ramble about your pantomime au so bad ooo

I DO I DO I REALLY DO- here's a Very Long Ramble!!

let us meet our cast:

columbine (or columbina, as they're referred to in plays and promotional material)

harlequin (harlequin sun) and pierrot (pierrot moon)

Now these bad boys are the star actors (?) puppets! in a world renowned theatre specializing in Harlequinades, Melodramas, and other Pantomime-character-centric theatre.

(More accurately they're Commedia'dell arte characters, but people only know what pantomime is so. I'm calling it pantomime AU I guess LMAO)

The parent company (not quite a troupe due to their nature) also puts on other plays in other locations (with different characters and "tropes"/genres- like ballets, operas, etc. perhaps diff. fnaf characters in all of these).

The theatre is built like an opera house. The music is played by mechanical instruments- mainly a massive orchestrion housed in the back of the stage.

Now these puppets are entirely not sentient, manned by strings and puppeteered by a very advanced mechanical system of rails and the like in the ceilings (think similar to Moon's line thing in security breach- they move freely about a space, just with more lines to control each limb like a typical marionette). They're tall! Taller than the average human, Columbine included- they are very much life sized.

The characters are utilized much like human actors. They're used for meet and greets! They sign autographs! They gain fanbases and followings!

Columbine is marketed as Columbina the stock character. Female, with heavy make-up and vaguely promiscuous. Columbina is the target of affections. How attractive is she, in the eyes of the audience. How seductive. A soubrette- coy and cocky and conceited and saucy and a great deal of other descriptions.

However, just as the stock character was often the only Functionally Intellectual character in these plays despite all the not very demure connotations, Columbine, too, is multifaceted. Or perhaps single faceted, yet presented in a way that clouds the audience's perspective. Columbine is a puppet. Columbine is not female. People treat them as though they're female. People do not treat them well, especially in contrast to the followings of Harlequin and Pierrot

Columbine is pissed off.

Feeling a very strong emotion for the first time grants these puppets sentience. Why you may ask? Does it really matter? Its fiction.

Columbine's trigger so to speak was the issue of being perceived as female (and being treated in gross ways, thanks to the nature of theatre) when that isn't you. You are a puppet. Why is this happening? It's not so much being pissed off as being unbelievably frustrated. Columbine is frustrated!

So, in a huff, they carefully remove all their strings and just. Leave. Leave the theatre behind.

On the way to the exit they have to pass through a hallway with massive posters of the three of them illuminated. They see themself there and grimace.

So Columbine is gone now. And the theatre's management is sort of freaking out, after all this is one of the main three characters- arguably *The* main character. But they just try to cover it up, albeit poorly. Columbina is just under maintenance! Do not worry, audience! Harlequin Sun and Pierrot Moon are still here! Plays are still ongoing! They substitute in very basic clearly thrown together quickly "Columbine" stand ins for plays that are just. kinda sad. Blank dummies in an almost mockery of their costuming.

Speaking of sad, something is brewing within Pierrot Moon! Columbine leaving is kind of destroying him. He's sad, like really sad. Like... depressed. This is so strong that Pierrot, you guessed it, becomes sentient. Columbine being replaced is the final straw.

Moon becomes the kind of sad that drains everyone around him. He is not the only one suffering. It's not an uncontrollable thing either, he's just decided to not even attempt to manage his emotions, and everyone else has to deal with it. Anyone who is kind to him suffers for it. Moon's behaviour is not just disturbing to everyone, but is actively ruining plays.

Guess who this pisses off? Guess who else is sentient now? Harlequin Sun! He loves the theatre- a stickler for the rules and so very passionate about his plays. About his skills as an actor. Sun is incredibly unbelievably pissed off- Columbine is gone and Moon isn't doing anything right, and this stand-in dummy is godawful, and everything Was perfect, and now it isn't. and how incompetent! And so on and so forth. Sun is unabashedly pissed off. He is violent. When a play ends, he just about dismantles the stand-in dummies (more like rips them apart with his bare hands). A pile of "corpses" builds up, Everything is awful.

Moon decides it's all too much. He's going to leave. Maybe he'll find Columbine. He's desperate. He makes it to the exit hall, rips off his strings roughly with no care, and then!

Sees the same poster of Columbina from before.

Moon is just. stuck there looking up at it. Transfixed, he falls to the floor sobbing. He can't move. Sun finds him and *physically drags him* back. Hooray more violence 👍🏼

More plays, more Sun scrapping dummies, rinse and repeat. It just. Sucks. Human staff are quitting, it's too much for them. Dealing with either of them is just so horrible. Stage hands come and go and come and go and never stay.

Sun gets a turn to have a breakdown at the poster too!

He's not happy about everything sucking. Obviously he's not the issue, he loves the theatre, it's the other two. Why did you have to leave? It's not just anger but grief- he really truly misses Columbine, though he shows much differently than Moon. It's all too much.

(re)enter the new stage hand: totally not Columbine

ahaha what a nice welcome back! Columbine came back because they missed the two only to come back to. whatever tf this is that's going on. Violence from Sun, Moon's whole deal, The matter of the poster and littered approximations of their past self mangled about the backstage area. Yk how it is

Now at this point both Columbine and Moon don't have their strings (though Moon has stray bits still half tied to him). But Sun? Sun has his. They're Extremely Frayed though. His aggressive tendencies serve to have him work against the strings, even though he doesn't want to intentionally. Perhaps a lash at Moon mid-play, or pantomimed motions played out too rough. He's a touch too aggressive to be any kind of restrained. They're very close to just snapping- quite a feat considering they were made to support giant marionettes!

Anyhow, Columbine is back! They expect any sort of welcome but.. neither Harlequin nor Pierrot recognize them (and their dumbass didn't fkn think to... y'know... tell them? oh hey it's me?). They sorta assumed the two would recognize their face, or perhaps their oddly tall stature, or the remaining recognizable details (face paint, hairstyle (even with hoodie) eyelashes, etc) but nope! They're both blinded by their own selfish bitterness and can't see Columbine literally in front of them.

So the two are horrible to them, of course, since. Y'know! New stagehand! Ripe for Sun to be so passive aggressive to that it might as well just be aggressive to, and for Moon to be difficult and taxing towards.

Columbine is abhorred by this since, y'know. They missed them. And they take this as a sort of more messed up version of the silent treatment- surely they know it's them and are just acting like this out of spite! Fine, two can play at that game. Columbine can pretend they're strangers too.

They pretend they don't think Sun demolishing the faux-columbinas isn't a direct threat towards them. They pretend it doesn't affect them. They pretend Moon acting horrid and a type of sad so selfish it makes them want to leave all over again doesn't hurt. They, again, think Moon sobbing over heartbreak and abandonment is him rubbing their actions in their face. That him comparing them bitterly to themself is the same thing. They just do their job backstage. The two directly antagonizing them all of the time is hardly tolerable, but tolerable nonetheless since they do still care!

So it's horrible. At least it can't get any worse- WRONG! It can!

Sun went through too many stand-ins. The theatre can't just...get more. These are carved. They may have been simpler, and worse that Columbine, but they're still massive. You can't just get more like that. Management is freaking out- the public is getting even more upset. Where is Columbina? They need Columbina! A play is about to be put on, and the crowd is chanting for her. They're getting upset. They're demanding. But what can they do? There's nobody to put in the role- no human tall enough, no mannequins unscathed.

And then Management notices something- or someone. Columbine. Columbine is weirdly tall. Columbine would fit in the costume.

Before they know it, they're back on stage- stringless. In the same costume, the very thing they tried to escape.

The crowd goes absolutely wild- there she is! There's Columbina! The *real* Columbina! Columbine is distraught, they look around the stage for any semblance of help- Sun and Moon may be mad at them but they trust them! They know them!

And they make eye-contact with Sun. He's absolutely seething. He looks ready to rip them limb from limb. Does he recognize them? Nope! But this Stranger, this impostor is taking their place. A simple stagehand is taking Columbine's role, their spotlight, their fame, their cheering, their fans- He looks at them, who are identical in all but expression, and can't see Columbine. He's completely blind in his rage.

The bells begin to toll. The music starts to play. A final dance.

Columbine is passed between the two- spun in dizzying circles by Pierrot before being seized in Harlequin's crushing grip, and so on, and so on, and so on, again and again and again.

But then they see something change in Moon's eyes- recognition. It's actually them. He has no time to celebrate, to talk, to convey the overwhelming feelings bubbling in his chest. The dance becomes more fervor-ed- a true battle between Harlequin and Pierrot, one for Columbine's literal hand, for their safety.

The audience is oblivious to the ramifications, to the plight. They're mesmerized by the passion, the emotions so thick they can be felt in the air. There's tension, there's drama- it's a masterpiece of story and vehemence spinning and pushing and pulling and twirling about the stage.

Columbine can't tell if the snapping noises are from Sun's strings or from where his hands grip them in a stranglehold and splinter their limbs.

It's a struggle as entrancing as it is violent. The audience watches with bated breath- what will happen next? The three weave and lunge and with each forceful effort, Sun's strings making awful creaking snaps. The very system he's so desperate to maintain is working to subdue him, the two have a chance!

But just as Columbine manages to weasel their way out of his grasp-

SNAP

Nobody can do anything but watch in horror as Sun's strings feather limply at his sides, frayed like a violin bow gone sour. There's nothing stopping him now.

He's deaf to Columbine's pleas, to Moon's, to anything but the pure rage rolling through him. He lunges towards Columbine in a frenzied attack- a sickening crack ringing through the opera house.

And the audience erupts in applause as he realizes what he's done.