#freddy fazbear x gn reader

[lefteagleblizzard]

𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔰s

Mike schmidt x gn reader

Summary: Mike is determined to propose to the love of his life, but his attempts are constantly interrupted by nerves and unforeseen events. His younger sister Abby discovers his intentions and convinces him in a plan to make his proposal unforgettable.

Warnings: gender neutral pronouns for the reader so everyone can read. Marriage proposal. Abby acting like every little sibling would. Super fluff. Make-out session.

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Words count: almost 4000

Mike sat alone in the slimby lit break room of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, moving from one hand to the other the small, worn out box in his hand. He flicked it open and gazed at the cheap simple ring inside. It wasn't much, but it was all he could afford.

The ring's silver band reflected the harsh fluorescent lights, and Mike couldn't help but feel a pang of inadequacy. Could you truly want to marry someone like him, with a life as complicated and broken as his?

His mind raced filled with doubts and fears. The tragedies of his past, the constant struggle to make ends meet. The responsibility of taking care of Abby weighed heavily on him.

How could he ask you to share in his burdens as your own?

He sighed, rubbing his forehead with his free hand. Every time he thought he had mustered the courage, those nagging thoughts pulled him back down.

He thought about Garret, his little brother, who has been taken purely because of his mistakes. Mike had failed Garret, and he couldn't shake the fear that he would fail you too.

The sound of heavy and clunky footsteps echoed from the arcade, a stark contrast to the turmoil in his heart. He closed the box with a snap, shoving it back into his pocket. Maybe it was foolish, maybe you deserve someone better, someone who could give you more than just a cheap ring and a troubled life.

Hours passed, and soon Mike found himself back home. He slipped inside the bed where you were sleeping peacefully, observing how you would wake up instantly every time.

The mattress creaked under his weight.

The lines of fatigue etched on your face softened, and he marveled at the delicate curve of your cheekbone.

Your brows furrow, creating deep lines across your forehead. The corners of your mouth pull downward, forming a slight grimace and your nose wrinkled as if reacting to an unpleasant sensation. All this while your eyelids remain shut, shielding your eyes from the morning light.

“Hey,” You murmured, your voice a raspy whisper. “You’re back.”

“Missed you,” he confessed, his fingers brushing against your hips.

You shifted closer towards him, snuggling with him and putting your face on his neck. The stubble on his jaw scratched against your skin, but you didn’t seem to mind.

“Just a minute and I’ll take Abby to school” You mumbled against his skin, the gesture and your closeness deleting all the negative thoughts that haunted him the whole night.

“Take all the time that you need” he mumbled, your fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest, and he closed his eyes, savoring the moment. The scent of your hair, the gentle rise and fall of your chest: it all felt like a lifeline.

‘Today,’ he thought as he was falling asleep with the warmth you provided to his body and heart.

‘Today, I’ll do it.’

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Mike had been on edge all day, the weight of his thoughts pressing heavily on him. You noticed the slight tremor in his hands and the distant look in his eyes as he tried to make conversation. It wasn't like him to be this distracted, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Despite his tough exterior, you knew Mike well enough to see the vulnerability hidden underneath.

That evening, you both found a rare moment of quiet in the living room. Mike had been fiddling with something in his pocket. The air was thick with unspoken words, and your curiosity grew with each passing second.

Mike took a deep breath and walked over to where you were sitting, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Hey," Mike finally broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can we talk?"

"Of course," you replied, your concern deepening as you saw the anxiety etched on his face.

You tried to catch his eye, but he wouldn't meet your gaze. Instead, he stared at the floor.

"Mike, what's wrong?" you asked softly leaning closer. You reached out, touching his arm lightly.

His eyes darted around, avoiding your gaze.

"I've been thinking a lot about us. About our future." He paused, struggling to find the right words. "You know, my life has been one hell of a ride. It's been tough, messy, and full of mistakes. I never imagined it would turn out like this, taking care of Abby on my own, working night shifts just to keep us afloat. But then you came into my life."

He swallowed hard, his eyes meeting yours briefly before looking away.

"I know I don't have much to offer. But...I can't imagine my future without you.”

Mike's voice wavered as he tried to continue, but his anxiety got the best of him.

He’d spent years building walls, keeping people at arm’s length. You have chipped away at those walls, brick by brick, until there was nothing left but vulnerability. And now, he feared losing it all.

He reached into his pocket, taking hold of the small box. His hands trembled, and he found himself unable to continue. The weight of his fears and insecurities bore down on him, making it impossible to speak. He felt the familiar grip of panic tightening around his chest. His breath quickened, and he stared at the floor, defeated. The memories of his past failures, especially with Garret, loomed large in his mind. He felt like he was trapped in a cycle of disappointment, unable to break free.

As Mike sat there, unable to find the words, a flood of memories washed over him. He recalled the first time he met you, the way your smile had lit up the room. He remembered the late night conversations where you both shared your dreams and fears, the quiet moments of comfort you provided when he felt like the world was falling apart. He thought about the times you had been there for Abby, treating her with kindness and love, making her laugh when she was down

He remembered the look in your eyes when you told him you believed in him, that you saw the good in him even when he couldn't see it himself. Those memories were a lifeline, pulling him out of the depths of his despair. They reminded him of the strength and resilience he had found through your support.

Just as he seemed completely overwhelmed. Abby burst into the room, her timing impeccable as always, "Hey, can I get some new papers to draw on?" she asked, her eyes wide and innocent

You looked at Mike, secing the desperation in his eves. "I'll go get them," you said softly.

As you left the room, Mike slumped back into the couch, the open box now in his hand as he stared up at the ceiling. In a swift motion, Abby snatched the box and dashed away from him.

"Abby!" Mike shouted, scrambling to his feet. He chased her through the hallway, his heart pounding not just from the chase but from the fear of losing the ring.

"Abby come on, give it back!" Mike pleaded as he cornered her in her room, trying to keep his voice calm.

Abby giggled, holding the box behind her back. "Why do you want it so bad?"

Mike knelt down to her level, his eyes softening. "It's important. Really important. It's for-" He paused, unsure of how much to reveal.

Abby's expression changed, curiosity turning to concern. "YOU WANNA MARRY-" her scream of pure joy was interrupted by Mike’s hand on her mouth. He shushed her after taking a quick glance in your direction. Mike nodded, swallowing hard "Yes, please don’t say a word."

Abby's face lit up with excitement, she nodded eagerly and Mike decided to trust his little sister and softly moved his head away. "Really? We’ll be a family now!"

Mike's heart ached at her words. He hugged her tightly drawing strength from her innocent faith in him.

Abby pulled back and gave him a stern look. "I want to help you, pleaseeee! I want to see too!" Mike laughed, a genuine, relieved laugh that seemed to lift some of the weight off his shoulders, "Deal. Tomorrow morning"

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The house was draped in the peaceful silence of the night, the kind that wraps around you like a comforting blanket. You were already tucked into bed, a worn novel in your hands, its pages illuminated by the soft, amber light of the bedside lamp. The quiet creaking of the old house was the only sound until you heard the faint, muffled whispers from down the hall.

Mike was putting Abby to bed, and their voices floated through the hallway, indistinct but filled with a warmth that made you smile. You turned your head slightly, straining to catch snippets of their conversation. You couldn't make out the words, but the gentle tones of their exchange and the occasional giggles of Abby made your heart swell with affection for both of them.

As you lay there, your eyes drifted upwards to the ceiling. The torn poster of Nebraska, which Mike had tried to remove some time ago, caught your attention. Its ragged edges and the remnants of adhesive clinging to the plaster served as a poignant reminder of the past struggles and unresolved pain he carried with him.

This evening they are talking much more than usual, their voices reduced to a barely perceptible murmur.

You strained your ears, trying to catch every single word. You squint your eyes, as if you could trade your sight for superhuman hearing ability. Every muscle in your body was tense in the effort to grasp those whispered secrets.

You sighed softly, contemplating whether to get up and use the excuse of needing the bathroom to sneak a peek at their conversation.

You debated the idea, curiosity gnawing at you, but ultimately, the warmth of the bed and the soothing comfort of the blankets won out.

Laziness, or perhaps a desire to give them their privacy, kept you nestled where you were. You turned back to your book, though your mind was no longer on the story.

The door creaked open, and Mike stepped into the room, his expression softening as he saw you lying there. He closed the door quietly, moving with the careful, deliberate grace of someone who had long since learned to tread lightly in the presence of those he loved. He crossed the room and slipped under the covers beside you.

Without a word, he reached out and gently pulled you closer by the waist, his strong arms encircling you and causing you to abandon your book. Your head came to rest on his pillow, just inches away from his face.

Mike's gaze was intense, almost as if he were trying to memorize every detail of your face. His eyes roamed over your features, taking in the curve of your lips, the line of your jaw, the way your hair frames your face. His eyes locked onto yours, filled with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

"Is everything okay, Mike?" you asked softly, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He nodded, but his gaze never wavered. The silence between you was charged with unspoken words and emotions.

You reached up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead, your fingers lingering on his skin. "You know you can talk to me about anything," you murmured.

Mike simply nodded again, his eyes never leaving yours. And then, without another word, he leaned in and kissed you. It started gently, almost tentatively, but quickly deepened into something more fervent and passionate. His hand found its way into your hair, pulling you even closer as his lips moved against yours with a desperate intensity.

Time seemed to blur as you lost yourself in the sensation of his kiss. The world outside your bedroom ceased to exist and all that mattered was the feel of his body against yours, the warmth of his touch, the way his kiss spoke volumes where words failed him. You felt a shiver run down your spine as his other hand roamed over your back, holding you tightly as if he were afraid to let go.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours, and you could feel your resolve melting away under the onslaught of his affection. His kiss was filled with everything he couldn't say-his fears, his hopes, his unwavering love for you. It was a silent promise, a plead for a future together that he desperately wanted but was afraid to believe he deserved.

Eventually, the need for air forced you to break apart, but Mike's hold on you never loosened. He rested his forehead against yours, his breath coming in soft, ragged gasps. His eyes were closed, as if he were savoring the moment, committing every detail to memory.

You opened your mouth to speak, to ask him again if everything was alright, but the look on his face stopped you. His expression was one of pure contentment, his features relaxed in a way you rarely saw.

As exhaustion finally caught up with you both, you snuggled closer into his embrace, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The warmth of his body and the protective circle of his arms around you lulled you into a peaceful sleep.

Mike lay awake for a while longer, watching you sleep, his mind filled with thoughts of the life you could have together. He thought about the ring hidden in his pocket and the promise it held.

‘Tomorrow,’ he thought.

‘Tomorrow, I’ll do it.’

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You wake up to the faint sound of whispering drifting in from the kitchen. Groggy, you blink against the morning light filtering through the curtains. The whispers grow a little louder interspersed with occasional giggles, you strain to make out the words.

“...what if they choke on it?” Abby’s voice, barely suppressed by her laughter, reaches your ears.

“Shh, keep your voice down” Mike’s urgent whisper follows. You hear the clink of plates being set on the table.

Curiosity gets the better of you. You slide out of bed and quietly pad towards the kitchen, peeking around the corner. There, you see Mike and Abby huddled together, their heads bent in front of the pots.

Abby is already dressed, an unusual sight this early in the morning. Today she has no school. You can’t help but smile at the sibling duo.

They seem to be plotting something.

As you step into the room, they both straighten up abruptly, their faces a picture of innocence.

“Good morning!” Abby chirps, her tone overly cheerful. She flashes you a broad smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Mike, caught mid-turn at the stove, gives you a nervous grin. “Morning,” he says, his voice slightly strained. There’s an edge to his movements, as if he’s trying too hard to appear casual.

You raise an eyebrow, taking in the scene. “What’s going on here? Abby, you’re up early.”

Abby just giggles, glancing at Mike, who is now meticulously flipping pancakes, his back rigid with tension. You can’t shake the feeling that something is definitely up. The more you observe their behavior, the more suspicious you become. Why are they acting so strangely?

“Nothing, just thought I’d help Mike with breakfast” Abby says, her voice a tad too innocent. You sit down at the table, still watching them closely. “Okay,” you say slowly, “this is a nice change of pace.”

Mike brings over a plate stacked with pancakes and sets it in front of you. “Dig in,” he says, his voice wavering slightly. He sits down, but you notice he barely touches his own plate, his eyes darting between you and Abby.

You cut into the fluffy pancake, your suspicion mounting. Mike’s anxiety is almost palpable now, and Abby’s wide-eyed gaze is fixed on you, barely blinking as she watches you chew.

They both seem way too invested in your breakfast experience.

“So, did you two plan this breakfast together?” you ask, trying to sound casual while you scrutinize their reactions. Abby nods enthusiastically “Yep! We thought it would be a nice surprise for you.”

“That’s sweet,” you say taking another bite. “It’s just... you both are acting a bit strange.”

Mike looks down at his plate awkwardly “We’re just... happy to have breakfast together.”

Your eyes flicked back and forth between his face and the untouched food in his plate. “Mike, you’re not eating.”

“I’m just not that hungry,” he says quickly his eyes flicking nervously to Abby.

“Uh-huh,” you say eyeing him suspiciously “And Abby you’re unusually quiet.”

Abby stifles a giggle, her eyes darting to Mike. “I’m just excited! Aren’t you excited, Mike?”

Mike forces a smile. “Yeah, very excited.”

You can’t help but laugh inwardly at their antics. What on earth are they up to? Your mind begins to wander.

Did they put something in the food?

They didn’t poisoned your pancake...right??

It’s something stupid to think about but Mike’s tensed behavior and Abby’s incessant staring were way too strange for your taste. You navigated inside your thoughts, searching for any possible reason as to why the Schmidt siblings would possible want you dead.

Why are you even thinking about this option? It’s been minutes since your first bite. If your first hypothesis was correct, right now you would already be in a garbage bag ready to be hidden. You feel perfectly fine.

For now.

Your thoughts get increasingly outlandish. Maybe it’s a prank. Maybe they saw a funny video online about tricking someone with breakfast and decided to try it. You almost chuckle out loud at the absurdity of it all.

Mike keeps stealing glances at you while you eat, his face a mixture of hope and anxiety. Abby, on the other hand, is trying her best to maintain a straight face but failing miserably. Every time you look at her, she bursts into a fit of giggles.

“Alright, what’s going on?” you finally ask, unable to contain your curiosity any longer.

Mike’s eyes widen slightly. “Nothing’s going on.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Really? Because it seems like you’re both hiding something.”

Abby bites her lip, trying to suppress another giggle. “We’re not hiding anything. Just enjoy your pancakes.”

You take another bite, savoring the warm, fluffy texture and delicious taste, all the while wondering what on earth they could be hiding.

Then, you bite down on something hard. The yelp of surprise was muffled by your mouth closed but both Mike and Abby turned their head at 90 degrees to stare again at you. One had a pale face while the other was grinning from ear to ear.

Your heart skips a beat. You hide your mouth with one of your hands to discreetly remove the foreign object from your mouth with the other, your fingers trembling slightly.

It’s a ring. A simple, elegant ring.

Wait, what?

Before you can fully process what’s happening, Mike is out of his chair and kneeling beside you, his face a mix of terror and hope. “Will you marry me?” he blurts out, his voice cracking with emotion.

Abby beams at you, her excitement barely contained. She clasps her hands together, her eyes shining with delight as she watches the scene unfold.

You stare at Mike, your heart pounding, the room around you blurring as tears well up in your eyes. The realization of his nervousness, his stolen glances, and Abby’s strange behavior all click into place.

Mike reaches for your hand, his grip firm but gentle. “I know it’s been tough, and I haven’t always been the best at showing it, but I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”

His vulnerability, usually hidden beneath a tough exterior, is laid bare before you. You can see the fear in his eyes, the fear of rejection, but also the unwavering determination to make you happy.

Abby, unable to contain herself any longer, jumps up from her seat and hugs you both. “Say yes! Say yes!” she chants, her joy infectious.

You laugh through your tears, overwhelmed by the love and the absurdity of the moment. “Yes,” you say, your voice trembling with emotion. “Yes, of course, I’ll marry you.”

The room erupts in cheers. Abby bouncing around with glee, and Mike pulling you into a tight embrace. The weight of the world lifts off his shoulders as he kisses you, his relief and happiness evident.

As you sit back down, the ring now securely on your finger, Mike finally relaxes, and the three of you share the rest of the pancakes, laughter and love filling the room. The awkwardness and tension of the morning dissolve into a memory you’ll cherish forever.

You can’t help but chuckle at your earlier thoughts. Poison? Really? You mentally scold yourself for letting your imagination run wild, but you also appreciate how deeply this moment has etched itself into your heart.

Mike, still holding your hand, looks at you with a mixture of relief and adoration. “Sorry for the secrecy. I wanted it to be a surprise, and Abby was adamant about helping.”

Abby nods vigorously “I told him it would be perfect! And it was, right?”

You nod, smiling. “It was perfect. I totally didn’t suspected anything.” Mike chuckles, finally taking a bite of his now cold pancake. “Yeah, I probably should have kept my cool better. I was so nervous”

You squeeze his hand. “It was adorable. And perfect.”

The morning continues with laughter and joy. Mike’s initial anxiety melts away, replaced by a profound sense of contentment. He keeps his hand in yours, occasionally glancing at the ring on your finger with a smile that speaks volumes.

Abby chatters excitedly about the planning, her ideas for the wedding, and how she knew all along that you would say yes. Her enthusiasm is contagious, filling the room with warmth and laughter. Mike listens, his eyes filled with affection and gratitude, his usual stoic demeanor softened by the moment.

The ring on your finger feels both familiar and new, a promise of the future you and Mike will share. The morning, with all its quirks and surprises, will be a story you'll both tell for years to come, a perfect blend of love, laughter, and a touch of mischief, thanks to Abby's enthusiastic participation.

Mike stands up, pulling you into another hug. "I love you," he whispers, his voice steady and sure. "Thank you for saving yes.”

You smile, resting your head against his chest. "I love you too, Mike. Always."

Abby, unable to contain her excitement any longer, joins the hug, wrapping her arms around both of you. "We're going to be the best family ever!" she declares, her voice filled with the certainty only a child can have.

She was so right.

Note: I'll admit, I'm a bit skeptical about this one but I honestly couldn't stop thinking about this idea, so sorry if this was bad :)

[ihaznoclue]

Can I request headcanons for Security Breach Montgomery Gator, Sun, Moon, and Freddy Fazbear reacting to his shy gn s/o kissing him on the lips in hopes it would make him feel better because he had a bad day please?

Pairings -> Montgomery Gator, Sundrop, Moondrop, Glamrock Freddy x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> You kiss them to make them feel better after a bad day

Genre -> Fluff

Montgomery Gator

This gator boy is always having a bad day every time

Like he would be jealous that he wasn't as famous as the bear Freddy

He despisers Freddy of how much famous he is then Monty

But you were there to help

Monty loved to tease you since you were the kind to easily get flustered after his cheesy pick up lines

So you were sent to his room to help him calm down from one of his tantrums that he was pulling in his room

You could hear the crashes and thuds from his room as you stood in front of his door

You knew he wasn't going to hurt you

So you knocked on the door to let Monty know that you were here

The thuds suddenly stopped as you hear stomps coming to the door

The door opened quickly as Monty looked angry but then softened as he saw you

You gave him a small smile as he let you in

You wanted to help him so you gave him some chin scratches which made him grumble as his tail thumped on the floor below

He was adorable when he was relaxed

You were deep in thought as you leaned down to give him a little peak

Which caused him to stop as he looked up at you

You blushed as you were now tackled down by Monty

Looks like you can't escape now-

Sundrop

This poor guy got yelled out for being to loud in the daycare

By a parent (*cough* Karen *cough*)

So he would text you through your Fazwatch for you to come to the daycare as everyone and every kid was gone to go home

You were worried so you sped walked to the daycare

You opened the big doors to get in as you saw Sun nowhere

You called out to him and you heard jiggles from his wrist and leg bells

"Sunshine!" He whined as he looked sad

You were quite upset for him to be yelled at by a parent for being too loud

But at least you were here to help calm him down

Sun hugged you as he ranted about what happened

You gave his back some soft pats as you told him to calm down and that you will talk about it later

But for now you wanted to help him keep his mind of that for now

You pulled him back as you held his face in your hands as you leaned to give him a little kiss

You then smiled as Sun seemed to have cheered up by that one kiss you just did

Seems that Sunny completely forgot what happened earlier as he asks you for another one

Then cuddles later!

Moondrop

A kid got terrified of him for being so scary as he thought everyone loved him

He was gentle and quiet

How can anyone think he was scary, so that kind of lowed his mood

You came around for your night shift as you walked to the daycare to go see Moon

You opened the doors as you called out to Moon who was no where to be seen

You got a bit worried if something happened to him but you hear someone behind you

You yelped a bit as you felt Moon pick you up as he took you up to that one area where no one can reach

He then placed you down as he sat behind you, having his face buried in the back of your neck

He seemed that he was grumbling about something that you couldn't understand until he spoke

"Starlight.. Do you think I'm scary?"

That question set your heart to break as you turned around to look at him

"Now what makes you think that, your sweet, kind, Gentle" You then turned your whole body to face him as you cupped his face

"I would never think your scary Moon"

Then you gave him a little peak as he chuckled lowly

"Thank you starlight"

"How about we have some quiet time as we cuddle?"

"That sounds lovely"

Glamrock Freddy

He would think that he wasn't a good enough singer or something like that

He would doubt himself sometimes I feel like

Not everyone has to be perfect

So Freddy would think down on himself as he looks at himself in the mirror even though everyone likes him as the lead singer

But sometimes he thinks he isn't enough for that role

So you would make him think otherwise

You would try to comfort him as he usually does for you when you get anxious or stressed about something

He would tell you the thoughts he usually has

That causes you to worry if he thinks anything else of himself

So you want to change his mind by giving him some praise on how well he is doing as a singer and how famous he is and that you are his number #1 Support and always will be

His ears would wiggle which means you are getting there

Then you would give him a little nuzzle on the nose then a kiss

You would see his face brighten up as his ear wiggle some more

-A<3

[sleeplesswixard]

Bezel anon here! I was wondering if you could do a one-shot of us reacting to bearzel (romantic)? Not being used to one, his appearance, two, seeing his expressions, and three, having him at the same height as you. If not an inch taller. Just seeing him be both pouty and pissed off

Yipppee!!! Of course!

Bezel (Bearzel) x gn!Reader oneshot!

Type:Oneshot, fluff

Warning:None!(İf you don't count Reader quite literally bullying/j Bezel)

"Y/N..." Bezel muttered as you circled around his new form, your eyes we're wide and your mouth agape, a big grin appears on your face. "Don't you even dare."

But you couldn't keep your laugh for long, Bezel's ears dropped when he heard your cackle, which made him more angry and pissed of more than he is. He narrows his eyes at you and grumbles. İt was hilarious. But at least you don't have to be get lifted up or get carried by him like you're some sort of pet anymore.

"Oh my god,— i mean, WOW, Bezel. Chikn did THAT to YOU?" You asked than step closer to him, your hands reached to hold his paws, your thumb brushed against his fur. İt felt weird, but in a great way.

"Or should i say, Bearzel?" You couldn't keep it inside and spat out quickly. İt only fueled Bezel's anger, he yanked his hand away from yours and punched your arm. "Shut UP!!" He yelled, his face was red from anger, and embarrasment. He was embarrased by his apperance. "YOU DON'T KNOW HOW HUMİLİATİNG THİS İS FOR ME!"

You cracked a laugh again, his punch didn't even hurt, you wiped a tear from your eye as your laugh died down.

"Oh, man..." Your eyes turned to look at his pouty and pissed off face, "Maybe you shouldn't nag Chikn nuggit that long, hm? Not that i hate the new look though, look at you! All cutesy and wootsy! <3"

"Don't call me that." You held Bezel's face in your hands, your one hand reached to on top of his head and pet his head and ears softly. The bear's eyes widened at the affection you we're giving. İt was humiliating, but felt nice as well. "İ've never tought you can express emotions more than being smug. Oh- and you're still pouting?"

You, AGAİN, didn't kept your tongue and said while snickering; "Not gonna lie, you look like Freddy Fazbear."

Bezel's brows scowled again, he tried to pull your hands away from him but at the same time he didn't want to pull away. "Ugh...! Ooh, you think you're SOO funny... But you're NOT!!! So quit that!"

"Ah, lighten up, learn to take a joke, man." You we're pratically bullying him, but he did the same things to you before so you could call this a revenge. "İ'm just messing with you."

Bezel rolled his eyes at your response, he didn't even tried to defend himself at this point. He already missed his old form, he was even a little sad about it.

You than lifted him up to your height like he's some sort of teddy bear. (he's only like- 2 inches shorter than you) He was a bit surprized that you have that much strenght. And you we're surprized that he was so light.

"Excuse you??" Bezel said, "Put me down you moron! What do you think you're doing?! You think i'm some sort of toy?!"

"Well, i'm sorry i couldn't hear you down here!!" Bezel wanted to rip that smug grin off your face, but now he wasn't as powerful as before so he can't do anything but let you humiliate him. "And yes— you DO look like a teddy bear."

He grumbled things under his breath, probably not family friendly. His hands we're clenched to fists, his tail moving furiously behind. You just can't take him seriously like that. You just wanted to squish him, it wouldn't be so hard either.

You sighed and put the pouting bear to his feet, and than you sit down, you giggled when you saw him sit now as well, you giggled. "İ should thank Chikn for that, honestly."

You grabbed him by his shoulder and pulled him to a hug which he immediately tried to pull away from you, but you didn't let him go until he gave in. "İ mean, look at you!!! He was absolutely right for doing that!"

Bezel's face turned red from anger and embarrasment again, he tried to push you away from him, yet your grip was so strong that he couldn't get away. "Shut your mouth you MORTAL!!! BEGONE from me!!!" He hollered angrily, "Don't LAUGH! This is not funny...!".

Well, he just have to get used to this for now.

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Forced Proximity

In honour of the FnaF movie coming out, I wanted to write something. I was inspired by a cosplay video by astrocadet on TikTok and that video's comments section, so credit to them!

When does this happen in the timeline? Who knows. Which pizzeria is the reader working at? Why is Michael called Michael and not one of his (possible) aliases? What year is this happening in? Why does the timeline for this game make no sense? These aren't important questions right now. Also yes, I'm using Michael's in-game sprite for the picture; you can picture him however you want. Hope you like the fanfic!

Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's

Characters: Michael Afton x day shift! gn! Reader

Word count: 2.1k (2,122 words)

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When you realise you left your bag at work, you don't think much of it at first. But when you remember your keys are in said bag, you have no choice but to go back to Freddy Fazbear's. But your co-worker, the night guard is acting strange and when you get stuck in the office together, who knows what will happen?

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"Damn." You rested your head against the steering wheel. Of course you forgot your bag. And of course your house keys were in your bag.

Why you hadn't just put your car keys with your bag instead of in the key bowl at work, you had no idea. If you'd just done what you always do and put all of your stuff together, you wouldn't be sitting outside your house with no way of getting in.

You really needed to stop procrastinating and get that spare key made.

But, for now, there was nothing to do but drive twenty minutes back to Freddy Fazbear's and get your keys.

You turned the car back on and began driving back to your place of occupation. Why were you working at Freddy Fazbear's? After everything you'd read about it in the newspapers, you weren't really sure. The pay wasn't bad, but you knew you could get a better job. Maybe it was just morbid curiosity that held you there. Maybe if you hung around long enough, you'd find out what had happened to all those missing kids.

You'd never been in the pizzeria after hours. You knew there was a night guard but beyond talking a few times at staff meetings and the one Christmas party that had been held, you didn't really know much about him. Michael. You were pretty sure that was his name. He was sort of cute in a "crush on the guy on the bus" kind of way.

The drive passed faster than you thought, your mind filled with thoughts of work and your co-worker. Before you realized it, you were pulling into the parking lot of Freddy Fazbear's. The lights were off inside, and the doors were locked. You knew, you'd locked them yourself before leaving. Of course you had keys for the pizzeria and not your own house.

You locked your car and walked to the door. This place was way creepier at night-time. You'd have to try harder to remember your keys so you could avoid a repeat of this, no matter how cute your co-worker was.

The key turned with a loud clunk. you heard it echo off the concrete walls and linoleum floors. You pushed the door open. The room inside was dark, the only light reflecting off the security cameras in the corners of the room.

Thankfully, you knew your way around the place well enough that you could make your way around in the low lighting. But you could feel the hairs standing up on the back of your neck. Something felt off.

You stepped into the staff room and quickly found your bag where you had left it. You opened it and ran a hand through the contents. You’d be damned if your keys weren’t in there. But no, your keys were exactly where you thought they would be, in the inside pocket next to your staff id.

You closed your bag again and turned to leave. But halfway across the room you heard a loud thud from somewhere in the building. You jumped.

Could it be intruders? What was the security guard doing not patrolling the halls? You stood, locked in place. You knew you should just leave. You weren’t even supposed to be here. And it was already about 1 o’clock and you had the opening shift which started at 6. You were barely going to get 4 hours of sleep if you left right now.

But some strange duty of care made you stop. It wouldn’t hurt to just have a quick look around, or at least check in on the security guard. Maybe he was asleep? You sighed. Who needed sleep anyway?

You made your way through the halls, your shoes squeaking ever so slightly against the plastic lined floors. The noise seemed especially loud in the oppressive silence.

Suddenly a bright light flashed across your eyes from somewhere to your right. You stepped back, trying to shield your face.

“Oh my god, it’s just you.”

You lowered your hand as the light dropped to the floor. After the glare, the room in front of you seemed even darker than it should have. You could barely make out the figure inside, but you knew from the voice that it was your co-worker. Michael.

“Hey,” You tried for a calm greeting but the shake in your voice made it sound anything but, “Sorry, I left my bag here and-”

“Get in here.” You felt Michael grab your arm and pull you into the small security office. You began to protest at the rough treatment, but Michael shushed you before you could say anything. He pressed a button behind you and the door you’d just been pulled through closed with a metallic clank.

Your eyes now adjusted to the dim light, you shot Michael a questioning look. He ignored you, looking at the footage being shown on the television sitting on the table in front of him. Then, he pressed the button again and the door opened.

He leant back in his chair. “Sorry about that. You just needed to…uh…you being in the hallways would have messed with my check in on the rooms. Might have thought you were an intruder or something.”

His excuse seemed feeble and he looked like he knew it. He tried for what you assumed was meant to be a welcoming smile but instead came across as forced. “So, what are you doing here?”

“Like I was saying before I got pulled in here, I left my bag. And my keys. So I had to come back before I could get into my house.”

Michael’s eyes darted towards the screen, then to the clock. You followed his gaze. Already 2am. Time sure was passing quickly tonight. You were starting to give up on the idea of getting any sleep. Maybe you’d just have sleep in your car and then have a nap during your lunch break. You began backing towards the door.

“Well, I should go, let you get back to your work-”

“No! I mean…” Michael cleared his throat, “uh, you can’t leave right now. It’s not safe.”

You raised an eyebrow. “No safe?”

Michael nodded, eyes again darting to the screen.

“And why is it not safe? I made it here didn’t I?”

A pause. Then Michael sighed. “I don’t really know how to explain it without sounding like I’m crazy.”

You were pretty sure that ship had long since sailed. There was no way this guy was fit to be a night security guard. Or at the very least, being alone in this place every night was starting to get to him.

Michael beckoned you forward. You took a tentative step. He pressed the button again and the door closed once more. You were getting more and more concerned. Was this just a set up? Were you going to show up on the news tomorrow, the latest victim of a serial killer who was hiding as the security guard at Freddy Fazbear’s?

But then Michael pointed at the screen, you leant forward, trying to see the room clearly through the grainy footage. It was the hallway on the other side of the door. For a few seconds, there was nothing. Then a figure ran down the hallway. You could hear metal clanging as the figure passed the door, before the noise faded into the distance.

Michael pressed the button and the door opened.

“Why are you opening the door?” Your voice was shriller than you would have liked.

"We can’t use too much power."

"What do you mean we can’t use too much power?"

"This place only has a limited amount of power available each night. I have to be careful how I use it." Michael pointed to the green bar at the bottom of the screen. The words above it read “power remaining: 50%”.

“And what was that thing?” You could feel yourself beginning to shake. Shock was setting in fast that you’d expected.

“Foxy.”

You laughed. You couldn’t help it. “Foxy? You’re telling me that was Foxy? The animatronic from Pirate’s Cove? The one that gets shut down every night before we close up? The one that couldn’t be running down the hall because that’s not in its code?”

Michael nodded.

“Uh huh. And you want me to think you’re not crazy?”

Michael sighed. “It gets worse believe me.”

“Oh really?” You could hear the hysteria creeping into your voice. Because if that really was Foxy, you sure didn’t want to be in this building anymore. “Go on. Tell me how it gets worse.”

“The animatronics are possessed by the ghosts of the missing children.”

Silence.

“So the kids are dead?” You couldn’t believe that was what you were focusing on.

Michael nodded sombrely. You ran a hand over your face. Either this guy really was crazy, or he was telling the truth. No one in their right mind would joke about dead kids like this.

“And I can’t leave?”

Michael shook his head. “Not unless you want one of the animatronics to get you. We used to have more security guards you know.” From the haunted look in his eyes, you guessed he was telling the truth.

You took a shaky breath. “If I find out this was just an elaborate prank, I’m reporting you to management.”

Michael gave a weak smile. “I wish that was the case.”

You glanced at the clock. Just past 2am. Michael followed your gaze. “We only have to make it until 6. Then everything stops.”

“Only four more hours huh?” A question suddenly occurred to you, “Why do you still work here? You do this every night?”

“Let’s just say I have history with this place.” Michael’s expression was tight, “I can’t quit just yet.” You could tell he wouldn't say any more.

"I guess we just have to make it through the night then."

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The evening passed quickly, Michael focusing on keeping the animatronics out and you trying to keep your fear at bay.

The clock now displayed 5am. But it had only showed the hours, not minutes so you had no idea how close it was to 6am and freedom.

You glanced across to Michael. He seemed more frantic than earlier in the night.

"Sorry, I don't think we're getting through tonight."

Your stomach dropped at his words and your eyes flicked over the power bar: only 1% left.

"We might still make it."

But before Michael could reply, the lights turned off with a loud clunk and the whirring of some machine turning off.

You smothered a scream and felt around until you found Michael's shoulder. You wrapped your arms around him and felt him hug you back.

"I'm sorry." His voice was soft and you could hear it shaking.

You tried to calm your breathing, though it was getting increasingly hard. "You did your best."

A loud clanging noise echoed down the corridor outside.

"Just in case we die, I always thought you were cute."

You could hardly believe it. Now you were getting a confession? Just as you were about to die? "Really?"

"Yeah."

"I've had a crush on you since my first day here."

"Guess we were a little late with figuring out our feelings."

The clanging grew louder until it sounded like it was just outside the door. The percent of power ticked lower.

Michael hugged you closer, pressing his face into the top of your head. "I'm sorry."

Suddenly, a bell chimed, playing Westminster Quarters as the sound of children cheering played over the speakers. You jumped at the sudden noise, clinging closer to Michael, your eyes squeezing shut.

So you were surprised to hear him laugh, short and almost hysterical. "We did it. We did it!"

You opened your eyes cautiously and saw, on the camera monitor in large white letters "6 am", pixilated confetti floating down the screen.

"So we're alive?" You could barely believe it.

Michael nodded, smiling at you. "The animatronics stop after six so we're fine."

You began laughing. "Oh my god, I thought we were going to die." A thought suddenly occurred to you, "Did you really confess to me when you thought we were both about to die?"

Michael winced. "I was almost hoping you'd forget." Then he blinked, "But you said you liked me as well?"

You felt your face heat up. "Yeah, I guess I did..."

"Well I guess there's only one thing to do about that. Can I take you out this weekend? I'll be off and I know you're not working."

You smiled, nodding. "That sounds nice."

But you figured you'd better clarify one thing.

"As long as it's not a pizza date."

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Surprise ~

William Afton/Steve Raglan x gn!reader

Summary: Your older brother doesn’t return from his nightshift and, unbeknownst to you, your little sister Abby sneaks out, so you go to the one place you think they might be, Fazbears.

TW!

Dub-con, implied character death, violence, swearing, angst-ish, creepy old man in a fursuit.(tell me if I missed any)

(Just saying this is rlly long bc I’ve had this idea in my hollow head for a while now- one of those bedtime scenarios yk and ik it’s bad but just trust me🥲)

!Not proofread!

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Puddles of rain water seeping into your ragged shoes as you raced through the parking lot. The rain hit your coat with a thud as you rushed over to the main entrance which, to your dismay, was locked.

“Shit..”

Mumbling incoherent swears, you finally had an epiphany. You raced to the side of the building, lifting the heavy steel garage door with a grunt and forcing yourself under it before it slammed shut.

“Hello..?” You called out into the void in front of you. A shiver ran down your spine as a draft from the restaurant slid up your back. With heavy steps echoing as you walked across the glossy yet dirty floor, unsteadily braced and ready for action. “Abby? Mike?” You called out as you opened the doors ahead of you.

Heart racing, you wearily stepped forward. Your dad had always told you about Freddys, it wasn’t what you had pictured when he told those dramatised stories. He never showed you pictures, never allowed you to go to it despite it being not too far away from your home.

When your brother told you about the job offer he had been given your heart sunk- it only cracked the linoleum floor in your kitchen when you were told to come and keep an eye on Abby with him on duty because Max hadn’t shown up. That night you watched your brother and sister doze off, giving you the chance to finish your book. Your sister woke up around 3-4ish and needed the toilet so you walked her. On the way back you found what you believed to be the reason for your father’s secrecy on the topic of this hellscape. Watching the creatures jolt to life and race toward you and your sister was less than enlightening.

Someone shook you out of your daydream.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Oh for god’s sake, Mikey- don’t do that.”

“Y/N, it’s not safe here.”

A light scoff escaped you as your crossed your arms. “Mikey, if it’s dangerous why’re you here with Abbie?”

Mike fumbled for his words before you felt someone wrap their arms around your waist.

Abby’s soft sobbing, her tears staining your shirt. Pulling her close, you tried your best to console her. Her incoherent mumbling about the robots trying to hurt her made your head snap over Mike with a concerned look and Vanessa not too far away seeming guilty offered a small apologetic smile.

Before Mike could even try to fill you in on what’s happened in the last half hour, your heads all shot over as loud footsteps emerged from the darkness near the entrance.

A grossly low, robotic chuckle bellowed from the black sheet of night that covered the area in front of you. Two glowing eyes slunk their way forward, searching the room before settling on the four of you.

Your grip on Abby tightened as you backed away from the intimidating figure who trudged towards the four of you.

“Ah…so they were right.” The Golden Bunny spoke roughly, “The little ones told me you had a sister..but not another sibling, Mikey.” His voice like venom as he spat out the nickname, as if it were offensive.

Vanessa created a barrier between you, Abby and the furry, aiming her gun at it as well for safe measure.

Your breath hitched as Mike ran forward and shot at the thing with a taser, but to no avail. The monster hardly even flinched, a menacing breath slipped out as it swatted the taser away as if it were a worthless fly. Mike swiftly backed away, almost in line with you and Abby before the creature kicked him to the floor.

“Now, this is priceless.” The creature taunted as it’s attention swerved to Vanessa who stood her ground in front of you, “A bit too old to be playing with toys, eh, Vanessa?”

“Dad, stop this. Just let them leave, please.” Vanessa glanced over her shoulder to Abby and you, giving a small, reassuring smile as she did.

Abby leapt out your arms and over to Mike, wrapped her arms around him and squeezing tight. You felt hot tears roll down your cheeks as you followed her, watching your brother writhe in pain. The room was void of all sound except breathing as you and your baby sister attempted to wake your brother up so you could run together.

Abby smiled softly as Mike’s eyes opened. In a gentle voice Mike began telling you two to hide. While you were all for taking your brother’s advice, all Abby wanted to do was stay and help him get better.

Without hesitation, you grabbed Abby and began pulling her out the way. You yelped as you heard an argument break out between the Rabbit and Vanessa, ending in Vanessa’s gun being fired and a loud thud, which you hoped and prayed was the robot.

“Where do you two think you’re going.?” The Rabbit yelled out.

You spun around and glared at the robot before taking off down a hall, practically pulling Abby behind you.

A glimpse of metal on the wall caught your eye as you looked around. A vent. Rushing over, you tore the vent cover off the wall, letting the loose screws fly across the floor. As the vent cover hit the floor, you instinctively turned away. The vibrant smell of mildew and blood flowed through and filled the hallway.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Your heart raced as you heard the screws shake and swivel with each step that thing took. Making it’s tauntingly slow approach to you and Abby.

You hurried Abby into the vent and told her to get to the security office and lock the door, assuring her you’d be right behind her the whole way.

Thump, thump, thump.

Its pace quickened as it reached the corner.

Abby’s voice called out for you, bringing you out of your stunned state and causing you to get on your knees and start crawling.

“Not so fast~”

Abby shot around as she heard your scream. Fear was prominent in her watery eyes as she watched the robot pull you back out. She crawled quickly over to you and grabbed your hand, trying to pull you back in.

“Abby, I-I’ll be fine, get to the office and throw things against the door- do not let anyone in!”

“But-”

“Go to the security room now!”

Her eyes welled with tears as she watched her sibling let go of her hand and be dragged off by some golden suited freak. As worried as she was, she knew you had the right idea. Abby hurriedly scampered off to the office and left you to your fate.

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“You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” He growled into your ear. With his mask off, you could see him properly. Ocean blue eyes, messy greying hair, if it weren’t for the scenario you would’ve been mesmerised by this man.

The situation hit you as you felt his hand trail down your body, outlining your figure and pinning you down under his body. You felt the coarse fabric rub against your hips and thighs as he lifted your clothes to ‘feel’ your skin.

Your breathing constricted even more as he leaned down, his heavy suit adding pressure to your chest, with his lips hovering above yours.

It was difficult for you to even think of what was going through his mind as he pinned you there for what seemed like hours.

“Get the fuck off me!” You barked out in a small, wheezy voice.

“Ooh, feisty as well as pretty, I love that. I’ll have fun putting you in your place.”

A shiver ran up your spine as he spoke. Despite how absolutely mortified you are at the moment, pinned to the floor beneath a murderer who is set on ending you and your family, you noticed a warmth building inside your core.

“Y’know,” his lips slowly teased your own as he let them drag across your skin all the way down to your jaw. He slowly sat up and straddled you.

Suddenly, the lining of your jeans was lifted, two fingers slipped down to tug on the hem of your underwear. The bunny-man trailed his robotic fingers across your body, from your crotch to your chest only to rest on your chin. His grip tight around your jaw as he pulled you close enough to feel his breath on your face.

“I think I’ll keep you.”

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Five Nights Of Hell - Mike Schmidt X GN Reader

Title: Five Nights Of Hell

Mike Schmidt X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Abby, Vanessa (Mentioned), and William Afton (Mentioned)

WC: 1,685

Warnings: A tiny bit of lying, flirting, teasing, William Afton, FNAF canon violence, very minor cursing, blood, injuries, death mentioned, knives mentioned, stabs mentioned, hospitals, slight angst, and fluff

Mike's alarm boomed, signaling for the young man to wake up. You groaned softly as Mike shifted in bed, his arm that was wrapped around you tightening ever so slightly before it relaxed again. He yawned softly into your neck before pressing a kiss in the same spot and flipping over to slip out of bed. Turning onto your back, you quickly grabbed Mike's wrist, stopping him from leaving.

Mike sat on the bed, huffing as he looked down at you with a small smile, "Babe... I have to get ready for work."

You pouted, tugging lightly on his hand, "I want a real good morning kiss."

He chuckled lightly, “It’s not technically the morning, but okay,” Reaching over and placing his hand against the bed on the other side of your head, leaning over you, he pressed his lips to yours. You returned the affection with just as much vigor, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. He kissed you deeply, passionately, before slowly pulling away. "There..." He muttered, looking at you, and giving you another quick peck before moving off the bed and walking into the bathroom. "That should hold you over for the next couple of hours." He joked, making you huff and roll your eyes.

Shutting your eyes, you decided to go back to sleep. Right as you were about to drift off into dreamland once more, you felt Mike place a lingering kiss on your cheek before you felt the blanket being pulled over you, tucked under your chin.

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As the scent of hot chocolate filled the air, you sat at the kitchen table, sipping your cup; listening to the music that was softly playing on the radio. You hummed along to the song, occasionally biting into the leftover cake from a few days ago. It had been a year since you and Mike Schmidt started dating, and life seemed perfect. You adored Mike's little sister, Abby, who always brightened up your day with her infectious laughter and endless curiosity. She reminded you of yourself in those early years.

Though, at the moment, life was becoming a bit... Stressful, and odd to say the least. Mike had recently landed a job as the security guard at Freddy Fazbear's, a popular family restaurant known for its animatronic characters and family fun games. At first, you were excited for him, but a sense of worry settled in your heart. And when the policewoman, Vanessa came to your door, asking for Mike. Their hushed words, whispers, and their little walk only fueled your worries. You knew that Mike would never cheat on you, so you weren't worried about that. You were just worried about him, and Abby, in general.

One evening, as you and Mike were cuddling on the couch, the TV playing some movie you both were hardly paying attention to; he sensed your unease. "Hey, what's bothering you, babe?" He asked, his voice filled with concern, his hand coming up to brush your hair from your face.

You bit your lip, hesitant to voice your fears. "I- I don't know, Mike. It's just that Freddy Fazbear gives me the creeps. I worry about you working there, especially with Abby coming with you."

Mike embraced you warmly, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I understand, honey," He spoke, watching as he hesitated before speaking, "You have nothing to worry about. You know I'd do anything to make sure Abby is safe."

You pursed your lips, your eyes staring into his brown ones as you bite back telling him that you knew he was lying. He was a terrible liar, and you knew for sure that he was hiding something. Letting out a sigh, you let a smile crawl on your face, nodding, and turning back to the TV. "Alright."

Seeing that you seemed to believe him, Mike turned back to the TV, his smile faltering as he pulled you closer to his side, and let out a small shaky breath.

"But, Clara! The baby isn't mine!"

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One evening, unable to bear it any longer, you decided to go to his work. Having left your own home a couple of blocks from his, you noticed his car gone, so you knew that he had left for work then with Abby. You were able to babysit the young girl, but you also understood that she really wanted to spend more time with her older brother, and she really wanted to go to the restaurant to explore. You made your way to the restaurant, feeling a mix of excitement and fear. Pulling up to the restaurant, you sat in the car noticing Mike's car and a police car parked outside. Clearing your throat, you hopped out of your car and shut the door, walking up to the double doors.

As you entered the terribly lit building, you stalked the halls, feeling an eerie feeling of someone watching you; along with hearing voices coming from another room somewhere around the corner; you couldn’t understand what they were all saying. Only when you entered the main room, did you freeze, seeing a man in an old yellow rabbit suit kick Mike right in the head. Your eyes widened in fear.

A wave of terror washed over you as you realized Abby was trapped somewhere in this nightmare. With the courage you didn't know you even possessed, tried to move closer. The animatronics, once friendly and lovable, were now twisted, mind-controlled ghouls hell-bent on destroying everything in their path.

As you made your way deeper into the building. The love you had for Mike and Abby fueled your determination to rescue them from this living nightmare. As the man was distracted by Vanessa, you rushed over to Mike, who you found, battered and bruised. Tears streamed down your face as you took in his broken form.

"M- Mike," You choked out, your voice trembling. "Where's Abby?"

Mike's eyes met yours, blinking slowly as his battered form curled on the floor, blood dripping from his bottom lip and a small gash on his temple. He blinked and looked at you sluggishly, opening his mouth to answer, only for the girl in question to run up to the two of you. Her cries broke your heart, shattered it, as you tried to stop the bleeding in multiple places on his body with ripped pieces of your cotton shirt.

Your mind seemed to cloud, the adrenaline rushing through your veins, chilling your blood as everything happened all around you. One minute, you were trying to soothe and help Mike, and the next, you watched in awe, shock, and horror as the four animatronics dragged a dying William Afton to his final resting place. The restaurant was beginning to crumble, falling as the hold Afton had on the place began to fall apart. 

In the blink of an eye, your body moved for you, helping Mike up, his arm looping over your shoulder as you, him, and Abby helped a dying Vanessa up off the floor. Exiting the restaurant, you finally let out a huge breath, finally being able to breathe. The night air hits your face, clearing the fog in your head, and allowing clarity to return. 

You didn't remember much, you remember driving to the hospital, Vanessa laying in the back seat with Abby, Mike groaning in pain next to you. Once you entered the hospital, they took Vanessa for her stab wound, Abby for some minor cuts and bruises, and Mike for the cuts and his other wounds, leaving you alone to fill out whatever paperwork, and to sit alone in the waiting room. 

Finally, after over an hour, you were able to see Mike in his room, where Abby was already waiting. Immediately as you entered, you saw bandages wrapped around his arms, legs, and so on; in a blue hospital gown. Abby sat on an armchair, already passed out, a hospital notepad and pen lying on the bedside table beside her; she had already drawn on it. 

You sighed, shutting the door behind you as you walked over to the other chair by the bed, pulling it closer to Mike, you sat down. Taking his uninjured hand in yours, you sighed. "Mike." You whispered softly, "As I live and breathe, you’re never going to work somewhere cursed ever again." Your hands shook, as you felt your voice catch in your throat.

With a weak smile, Mike's hand tightened around yours, making you look up at him with wide teary eyes. "Hey, honey," He muttered softly, his voice sore as you quickly grabbed the water beside you, helping him take careful sips. 

Placing the cup back down, you let out a sigh, "Hi, Mikey." You took his hand once more, "Are you feeling alright?"

Smiling again, Mike gave your hand a tight squeeze, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired, that's all." His eyes drooped, "Why were you there?" 

"I was worried about you." You began, looking over at Abby briefly before looking back over at Mike, "I don't want to talk about this right now while you are injured and healing. So, when you're better, we'll talk - not in a bad way, I’m not going to leave you or anything because of this."

Mike nodded, letting out his own sigh, "I'm sorry... I didn't want you to worry. But I guess that didn't-"

Raising your other hand, you brushed the hair from his forehead, careful of the crisp white bandage. "Shush, you. No more talking. All you have to do now is rest."

Mike smiled faintly, nodding his head. Closing his eyes, he let out a small sigh before slowly falling back asleep. You smiled, leaning back on your chair for a moment, you got up, you grabbed the extra blanket that hung on the edge of Mike’s hospital bed. Walking over to Abby, you ruffled out the blanket before laying it over the young girl, making sure she was warm in the sort of chilly room. Sitting back into your chair, you leaned back again, trying to make yourself comfortable; you shut your eyes.

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Parting Gift

You love Mike, but he's jaded.

Mike Schmidt x GN! Reader

A/N: Something for my FNAF fans! I’ve been watching too much HBO and wanted to write angst, so this fic features a realistic Mike Schmidt. This features hints of Vanessa x Mike, but also his emotional problems in general. We love him, but I don’t think its controversial to say that being in a relationship with him would be difficult... 

Please read my other Mike works if this isn’t your kind of thing! 

Set post movie. 

Word count: 1.6K 

Tags: ANGST / SMUT / Gender Neutral Reader / Reader is human as has weird emotions / Breakups / Hints of jealousy + rage / Hints of fluff / Bittersweet stuff, really 

You never went inside. 

As a detective, you weren’t oblivious to the irony of it all. You’d been to hospitals thousands of times; speaking to suspects, injured colleagues or even to address the dreaded ‘call’, and yet the thought of watching Mike and Abby leave handmade cards at Vanessa “Shelly’s” bedside made you violently ill.  

You knew everything that had gone down at the defunct Freddy Fazbear’s, and it had plagued you to no end. Though Abby and Mike’s relationship had certainly turned for the better, you were angry, frustrated at the fact that he’d been hurt, not only from being physically punted across the room, but the fact he’d had to stare his brother’s killer in the eye, virtually powerless to it all. Even more so, you were pissed that Vanessa had become a factor in your lives. 

You’d only been dating Mike for just under a year, meeting him in a rather cliched manner at a donut stand in the mall. An exchange of numbers turned into casual check-ins, which soon evolved into a relationship – or at least parts of one. It was no secret that Mike was guarded; letting you in, but not too close enough to get overly attached. At first, it felt like you were made for each other – you felt a similar way about you line of work, and how you operated with people because of it – but closer towards those crucial few months of the new year it had begun to grow tedious. 

You weren’t expecting a whirlwind, all-consuming romance, but it certainly wasn’t supposed to feel like this; with days of missed calls, unexplained outbursts and erectile dysfunction making being with him feel like a chore. Some days, you wondered why you’d even bothered asking for his number. Most days, you wondered why he’d responded at all. 

Deep down, you knew none of this was his fault. He'd been fighting to survive since he was a teenager, and it was only inevitable that he’d develop issues. Being a detective meant you were all the more receptive to them, understanding the nuances of why people became the way that they were, and it was painfully clear to you why Mike had changed since the incident. 

He and Vanessa were both conjoined, victims of William Afton in their own ways, yet both bound by blood. You’d been there when he’d stopped on the way home to visit her, listening from the outside as you supervised Abby. Why couldn’t you all go in? It wasn’t as if it were a particularly gory scene; it merely looked like she was sleeping. Why had he made you all wait? 

“Vanessa, I don’t know if… you can hear any of this, but, um… I’m having a hard time just processing everything that happened. 

But you were there for me and Abby when it mattered the most. 

And I don’t think that either of us would be here today if it weren’t for you. 

So… So get better. And we’ll be here when you wake up.” 

The words were as clear as day. Hadn’t you been there for them? Tried to give Abby a sense of a stable life? Tried to help with bills? Offering to send him to counselling? Why had it taken a near fatal murder attempt for Mike to wake up? 

Now, with all the fallout, you were all left with far more questions than answers…and this time you didn’t have the energy to try and solve them. 

“Abby’s sleeping,” you announced, poking your head through the door. Mike was rummaging around his room, trying to prepare himself for work in the morning – a menial task for some, but strangely methodical to him in the moment. He didn’t answer. 

“Abby’s sleeping,” you repeated, and he perked up, a flustered smile tugging at the corner of his lips.  

“Oh...” he said, clearing his throat. “Thanks. I guess I lost track of time…” 

“Yeah.” you mumbled, leaning against the doorframe, clearly waiting for something…you just didn’t know what. 

“Thanks —“ he said after a moment of silence, his soft brown eyes gazing into your own. You could see him nervously gnawing on the inside of of his cheek. “—For helping. I really do appreciate it. I’m not trying to seem like a douche, there’s just been a lot on my mind recently.” 

“I’m not surprised,” you hummed, strolling into the room. “But it’s been bugging you for a while now. Don’t you want to…you know…talk to someone?” 

Mike paused and cocked his head. 

“Like a therapist?” 

“That would be a good option,” you hummed, trying not to dance around the subject. “Or you can speak to me. I won’t even psychoanalyse you, I could just listen, y’know?” 

He bit his lip again, this time glancing down at the floor before back at you. You couldn’t quite make out what he was thinking, but he was certainly showing signs of restraint. Restraint. It seemed to be the defining word in your relationship.  

“…I don’t think you’d understand.” 

“Oh, but Vanessa would, right?” 

He flinched at your raised voice, and glanced nervously down the hall. 

“That’s not what I meant —“ 

“Then what do you mean, Mike?” you huffed, crossing your arms. “You met her a month ago, whilst I’ve known you for a year! You’ve never once given me as much grace as you have her. Ever!” 

“I had a lot on my plate, okay? It wasn’t easy.” 

“I know that! But I was there for you. I watched you pick up those prescriptions, I tried to be a role model to Abby, to help take the load off all those payments, and I got nothing!” you yelled. “I wasn’t asking for a mile, but you didn’t even give me an inch.” 

Mike didn’t respond, instead he ran a hand through his hair, pushing the stray strands away from his face before he rubbed his eyes. 

“How is it that you can mend every relationship you have except the one you willingly chose to be in?” You said, voice wavering as you watched him sink into the bed. It was his natural response; life was crushing and had done so many times, but his lack of fight was extremely telling. He could stand off with a serial killer and haunted animatronics, but not muster a few words to  reassure his partner? 

He was just too complicated for you to understand. 

“I’m sorry…” he mumbled, shaking his head absentmindedly before looking up at you. “Maybe I didn’t think this through…” 

You knew what that meant, and even though you’d been anticipating it – even manifesting it yourself – it didn’t make the blow any easier. Sighing, you steadied your week knees by sitting on the bed next to Mike, grasping at the bedsheets as you stared blankly around the room. For once, it felt like you were both in the same page. 

“I love you,” he said, breaking the tension. You glanced at him, taking in the fact that his eyes were welling with tears and jaw clenched, and you could tell that he meant it. “I really did, y’know? I tried.” 

You nodded, rubbing at your cheeks anxiously before kissing him. His lips were slightly chapped, but you didn’t mind, losing yourself in the way he drew you into his body with you hands, clinging onto you as he made a desperate plea to attempt to reach out to you for a final time.  

Before you knew it, you back was against the mattress, and Mike was on-top of you, hurriedly pulling down his sweatpants before doing the same to you. As your lower torso lay exposed, he pressed a kiss to your stomach, making his way around your belly button and down towards your privates. Shutting your eyes, you wondered what your relationship could’ve been if every time felt like this; electric and passionate…with intent. 

Once he’d slipped his boxers to the side, you gave his erect cock a few languid strokes before inserting him into you, letting out a broken moan as he adjusted to being inside of you. Mike’s eyes fluttered shut as he sighed, and you remembered just how beautiful he looked in his (rare) moments of bliss.  

He stabilised himself on his forearms as he watched you, rolling his hips as he explored your hole, searching for that all-important sweet spot. The room may have been dimly lit; the darkness of night encroaching upon the walls, but he could see you all too clearly. It pained him that he hadn’t before – no, he had, but he didn’t know how to express it – and wondered just how much different things would’ve been had he not met Vanessa, hell, had he not attacked that man that fateful day. He knew some things had changed for the better, some for the worst, and some that only time would tell – and he had a sneaking suspicion that you fell into the latter. 

His mind was hell, but it felt like heaven to be inside you.  

Leaning down, he placed a sloppy kiss to your lips before moving to your neck, groaning as you ran your fingers through his hair and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. 

“Mike...” you moaned. “You’re so good to me...” 

‘For me’ was left unuttered.  

“Please...” you begged; your words almost inaudible over the creaking of his bedframe, and his heavy thighs slapping against your own as he rutted into you. “Cum for me. I need it...” 

Mike nodded, damp strands of his fringe glued to his forehead as he pushed into you a final time, his legs trembling as he came. It was unfathomable that in the heat of his pleasure – the best orgasm you’d had together – he wanted to cry. Breathlessly, you held him as he rode off his high, so tightly that you thought you might’ve pierced his skin, before you spoke your final words into the night. 

“I love you too...” you whispered. “I’m sorry...for everything.” 

You were gone before sunrise.  

[oriistar]

Best Friend

Platonic Sun x GN! Reader

Summary: You never expected that your best friend would turn out to be a seven foot tall robot but lifes full of surprises.

Warnings: None, just platonic fluff!

Working at the Freddy Fazbear Pizzaplex was.. A lot of things. For most it was annoying and stressful. Having to wrangle unruly children while their parents paid no attention wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, especially not when the vast majority of those children were on a perpetual sugar high. When kids were excited it was nearly impossible to get them to not be destructive and anytime you heard a maintenance call over the walkie talkie strapped to your hip you couldn't help but grimace at the thought of how hard the employees down in Parts and Services must be working. All those things considered, your job was almost too easy.

The Superstar Daycare never really got much foot traffic throughout the day. There was the typical morning rush of parents dropping their much younger kids off before they had to go to work, and of course the same rush from 6-7pm when the kids were picked up for the day but other than that there wasn’t much going on outside of the initial play area. Maybe you’d see the occasional staff of security bots doing a round or a kid running to the bathrooms across from the large doors of the play area but that was about it. Yup, life as the lone cashier in the Lucky Stars gift shop was nothing if not mundane and a little maddening with just how absolutely bored you were.

There was one thing to look forward to though. Everyonce in a while, a parent would be a little bit late picking up their kid. Sure it was a little sad but what made you look forward to it was the fact that Sun, the daytime attendant, would bring said kid into the gift shop so they could get a complimentary toy to make them feel better about being left behind. It was incredibly sweet and it really wasn't often that you got to spend any amount of time with the sunny caretaker. Sun was rather interesting to you. Each of the animatronics within the Pizzaplex had very realistic AI but Sun had always stood out to you the most of all. Maybe it was because you saw him more often than the others, even if it was just the little glimpses you got of him through the massive glass windows of the gift shop, but he always seemed more anxious and self aware than the others. Always tip-toeing around the kids and definitely more careful than the Glamrocks would be and that's not even to mention his obvious deep understanding and empathy for human emotions. He was just so much more suited for interpersonal activities which made him absolutely perfect for the kiddos. 

Today was just not one of your typical days though. The daycare was incredibly busy and buzzing with more activity than you had ever experienced while working here before. There were four different birthday parties going on and the daycare was far past its usual capacity. Children were running back and forth between the party rooms that lined the walls and were even more rowdy than usual since they were hopped up on soda, cake, and way too much candy from various pinatas that had been beaten to smithereens. You had been working your ass off inside the gift shop trying to prevent the mess from spreading here as well but it was in vain as plenty of kids ran through and spilled all sorts of things on the merchandise and the vinyl floors. As if the sheer amount of sugar wasn’t enough to set the kids off, it was only worsened by the presence of the Glamrocks visiting for birthday parties and you honestly wouldn't be shocked to find you had some degree of hearing loss from the shrill screeches of overly excited little kids.

When the end of the day had finally arrived, you were absolutely exhausted. Just a glance out of the shop window was enough to make you cringe at the sight of the absolute carnage that had taken place. The daycare had never been in this much disarray and you weren't even sure if you could properly process just how late you’d have to stay to get the gift shop back to pristine condition. As you stood behind the counter, you breathed out a heavy sigh of exhaustion and slumped over. You closed your eyes for a moment and let your cheek rest against the cool surface for a moment to at least attempt to pull yourself together before you needed to start cleaning up the shop. Your brow furrowed a bit as the fluorescent lights above you dimmed a bit, and you opened your eyes and glanced up to see a.. mostly yellow figure looming over you. You didn’t even have the energy in you to feel surprised by his quiet approach as you pushed yourself upright so you could get a good look at Sun. 

The poor guy looked just as ragged and run down as you did though you’d say he had it far worse. The bright yellow paint coating his metal plating was smeared and scribbled on with various colored marker ink and what seemed to be smears of cake frosting? His satin striped pants were covered in soda spills and more smeared cake and you frowned when you realized that some parts of him seemed almost sticky, as if he had been doused in the non-fda-approved Fizzy Faz. He even had all kinds of stickers stuck to him just about everywhere. A small surge of rage pulsed through you as you took in his fidgety and twitchy movements and you swore to the stars above that you’d find and knock out some little kids for the way they had treated him today. Sun took in what seemed like a shaky breath before he gave you a small and almost timid wave.

“Hello friend!” He greeted you although his voice lacked that cheerful lit you had become so accustomed to. You offered him a tired smile in response and cocked your head to the side as you continued to examine him. “Hey Sunshine, what a day huh? Looks like the kids really did a number on you today..” You said with a hum, your voice dripping with noticeable exhaustion. Sun seemed to deflate a little when he fully took in your state and you were sure that if he could move his face, he’d be frowning deeply. “Oh my, oh no, no no, friend you need rest!” He began swaying side to side anxiously as he spoke, his hands reaching towards you but just hovering as he fretted worriedly. You shook your head with a little laugh and raised a brow at him. Even when he was looking far worse for wear, he was still worrying about someone else's well being. Rationally you knew it was just his caretaker code but it was still sweet. 

“You don’t have to worry about me, Sunny. I’ll be just fine after a good night's rest.” You said reassuringly as you reached up and gave a comforting pat to one of his hands. “You’re in much worse shape than I am after all. Do you need help getting cleaned up?” You offered with a knowing smile. There was no way he’d be able to get all that gunk off of him alone and your hands were much better suited for getting into the crevices of his plating. It wouldn’t be the first time you had helped scrub him free of the residue of child care and it probably wouldn't be the last. In fact, you had a suspicion that’s exactly what he came here for as he happily nodded his head at your offer. “Oh, yes please! I-If you aren't too tired of course.” He said sheepishly, his tone lowering as he went back to nervously wringing his hands together. You didn’t respond, simply ducking under the counter to pull out your usual cleaning supplies that you used both for the shop counters and for scrubbing off markers or crayons from your animatronic friend.

While humming a lazy tune, you pulled out the stool you usually sat on from behind the counter and motioned for Sun to sit so you could reach him a little better. While you got to work scrubbing the sunny daycare attendant, he went on rambling about his day and how much fun he had even if it did stress him out quite a bit that the whole place was wrecked. You happily nodded along while you picked stickers off his rays and wiped cake out of his crevices and you couldn't help but smile as you listened to him ramble on and on. Finally you had completed your task and all that was left now was his stained pants but he reassured you that he had plenty of spare ones in his room and one ruined pair was no big deal. He seemed much happier now that he was cleaned up and you grinned happily as he sprang up from the seat when you gave the okay. 

Sun scooped you up into a tight hug and spun you from side to side while laughing happily. “Thank you so much friend! You always do such a good job helping me clean up. Oh oh, don’t even worry about the gift shop, I can take care of everything for you!” Sun said as he set you down and snatched the bottle of cleaner from your hands. “Oh Sun, you really don’t have to do that. You already have your hands full with the rest of the daycare. You really don’t need to do my work for me on top of that.” You said, reaching for the bottle of cleaner but he promptly held it up and out of your reach. Curse him and his damn height. Sun tsked and wagged his finger in your face before scooping up the stool you brought out for him. He placed the stool back behind the counter and before you could protest anymore, he grabbed you and set you down on top of it. “You still have to count out the register right? And I just cant let your kind deeds go unrewarded!” Sun said as he quickly moved around the shop with perfect efficiency. You gave a small huff to let him know you were displeased but you didn't argue anymore. Once Sun had his mind set on something it was hard to dissuade him. 

“I’m serious.” You said as you popped open the cash register and began counting through today’s earnings. “You don't have to give me a reward for helping out, that's just what best friends do.” You muttered nonchalantly as you sorted out the money and pulled out the log book of receipts to make sure you haven't made any mistakes throughout the day. Sun had stopped his cleaning, mid straightening out some plushies of his likeness on one of the shelves. He turned to look at you and he tilted his head unnaturally far to the right. “Best friends?” He asked, his voice full of utter disbelief as he quickly skipped over to you and leaned over the counter. “We’re best friends? Really?” You tilted your head upwards so you could look at him from your seated position and you nodded your head in confirmation. “Of course we’re best friends, silly.” You replied to his question with a soft smile. Sun seemed to melt a little bit but you could tell he was vibrating with excitement.

“Best friends.. I’ve never had a real best friend before..” He said, his voice full of a wistful sort of whimsy as he began to sway from side to side. You scoffed at his words as you returned to counting out the register. “You’ve never had a real best friend before? I recall you telling many kids that you’re their best friend. Are you a liar, Sunshine?” You asked, gasping in mock disbelief as you dramatically placed a hand to your chest. If Sun could properly emote you were certain his eyes would be bulging out of his head at your words and it took everything in you not to burst out into a fit of laughter as he scrambled to correct himself. “No, no, no! I’m not a liar, I would never lie!” Sun screeched, bounding around as he waved his hands in front of him to deny your accusations. “This is different! I meant I never had a uhm.. A grown up best friend! Yes! That's what I meant!” He declared with a nod of his head and you couldn’t help but laugh a little at his antics. “Well Sun, I’m more than honored to be your first real grown up best friend.” You said with a shake of your head and yet another laugh.

Sun still seemed a little upset that you had accused him of being a liar but he went back to cleaning up the gift shop for you and you joined him after you were done with the cash register even though he insisted that you should rest and leave it all to him. You protested however and he shut up about you taking a break once you gave him a simple reminder. 

“That's what best friends are for.”

All of my writing is original work created by me. Please do not repost, translate, or alter them in any way.

[enderfoxboy]

Older Guys

Fandom: Five Nights At Freddy’s (Movie)

Pair: Mike Schmidt x GN reader

Tw: Cursing, mentioned of Steve Raglan, mention of Steve Raglan being hot (let me simp), kissing, age gap (Mike is 25 and Reader is 18), Allusions to sex, and panicking (reader and Mike).

Quick Author note from Author~Kun: So I was doing research and according to it Mike is 25. Garret got kidnapped around when Mike was 12 and it’s been 13 years since he got kidnapped. So Mike is 25.

Key:

(Y/n) - Your name

(N/n) - Nickname

Reader’s POV

“Hey Mikey!” I spoke enthusiastically as I greeted him in my door way. “Hey (N/n).” He said my nickname and I flushed slightly. “So what did you want to talk about?” I asked and he looked very tired and I was beginning to get worried.

“Can watch Abby?” He asked and I was confused. “Why?” I asked as I stepped inside and he stepped in behind me. “Because I am working nights.” He mumbled.

“Mike, you said no nights.” I told him. “I know, but Mr.Raglan said it was all I had left.” He asked. “Hot Mr.Raglan?” I asked. “Who?” He asked panicking. “Nothing, where is it?” I asked and he looked to the side. “Freddy Fazbear’s.” He said with bored expression. It was my turn to panic. “Freddy’s!? Mike you know that place is cursed and haunted as fuck right?” I asked him as he looked away from me.

“Look I just need you to watch Abby.” He said and I looked to the side. “Fine.” I mumbled. “…But Mike, do me a favor.” I told him and he nodded. “Don’t get yourself killed, Abby couldn’t handle that.” I told him.

“Yeah thanks (Y/n).” He spoke as he was about to leave he turned back around. “Did you mean what you said about Mr.Raglan?” He asked me as I flushed and looked down. “I like Older guys.” I shrugged. “What about me?” He asked and I was more red.

“What do you mean?” I asked. “Well I’m 25 and you are 18, what about me?” He asked. “Well I don’t know Mike. What about you?” I asked he sighed then ran towards me, grabbed my face, and kissed me. His hands on my face making my pale skin extremely red. He pulled away and looked at me. “Well?” He asked. “We’ll be there at 8.” I told him. “We?” He asked and I smirked. “You didn’t think I would let you go after that stunt?” I asked as he blushed and I kissed him. I guess he’ll be late for dinner. Oh well.

[scarisd3ad]

Promptober ‘23 masterlist

Its almost October which means it’s Promptober season again! And here are the line of of prompts for Promptober this year!

Taglist

Main masterlist

☠︎︎ Prompts ☠︎︎

Day one (October 1st) - drunk after bonfire (request) glenn × fem!reader

Day two (October 2nd) - "it's cold" Daryl Dixon x reader

Day three (October 3rd) - taking them trick or treating mike afton × reader (romantic and cc and Elizabeth afton x reader (platonic)

Day four (October 4th) - decorating your apartment for Halloween Steve harrington x reader

Day five (October 5th) - shopping for a Halloween costume Tatum Riley × fem!reader

Day six (October 6th) - movie night Stu and billy × reader

Day seven (October 7th) - "do you think it'sHalloween yet?" S2 Carl grimes × reader (reader and Carl are both 12)

Day eight (October 8th) - "I don't dance" Vance hopper x reader

Day nine (October 9th) - getting lost in a corn maze lucas sinclair × reader

Day ten (October 10th) - "are you scared?" Billy & Stu x reader

Day eleven (October 11th) - stealing their sweaters Glenn Rhee × reader

Day twelve (October 12th) - dancing in the rain bruce yamada × reader

Day thirteen (October 13th) - "you can have them all" Vance hopper x reader

Day fourteen (October 14th) - going to a Halloween party mike afton × reader

Day fifteen (October 15th) - sneaking into a closed freddy fazbear pizzaria

Day sixteen (October 16th) - trick or treating with pre outbreak!joel and Sarah miller

Day seventeen (October 17th) - the power going out pre apocalypse!glenn Rhee x reader

Day eighteen (October 18th) - going to a pumpkin patch Steve harrington x reader

Day nineteen (October 19th) - "I don't do costumes" pre apocalypse! Daryl Dixon × reader

Day twenty (October 20th) - having an encounter with the hand Hayley (talk to me) x gn!reader

Day twenty one (October 21st) - injuries (request Glenn Rhee × reader

Day twenty two (October 22nd) - cuddles (request) Carl grimes × reader

Day twenty three (October 23rd) - "do you miss Halloween?" Glenn Rhee x reader

Day twenty four (October 24th) - going to a carnival with Bruce yamada

Day twenty five (October 25th) - telling scary stories with Carl grimes and Sophia Peletier

Day twenty six (October 26th) - comforting cc after mike scares him (platonic)

Day twenty seven (October 27th) - "I hate Halloween" Mike afton × reader

Day twenty eight (October 28th) - sneaking Monty gator out of the pizzaplex to trick or treat

Day twenty nine (October 29th) - handing out candy for the first time with Steve harrington

Day thirty (October 30th) - Halloween sleepover with Vance hopper

Day thirty one (Halloween!) - halloween party Stu macher × reader

[newtthetranswriter]

Mike schimt x reader but

as bodyguard!mike x shy!reader

I’m not the best at requesting things so I hope this helps

Word count: 2040

Paring: Mike Schmidt x Gn! Reader

Summary: After Freddy Fazbear’s, Mike takes a job as a local singer’s bodyguard.

A/n: Thank you for requesting, I enjoyed writing this for you. I hope this is what you were hoping for,but it’s the idea I got from seeing Bodyguard. Anyway keep requesting and have a good day. Just remember to Hydrate or Diedrate.

    Shortly after the events that happened at Freddy Fazbear’s, Mike desperately needed a new job. Sure he could still keep an eye on the place but after all that happened to him and the fact that he almost lost Abby, he decided finding a different job was for the best. Luckily while looking for work he saw a job posting for a bodyguard position. It wasn’t the best job but the details were simple in it was keeping any eye on a local singer who had a somewhat of a large fan base, and had recently started receiving some unsettling messages and just wanted some extra protection. Upon considering it he figured why not as the chance of animatronics being the culprit was pretty slim, so he applied and waited for a response.

    About a week later he received a call offering him the position and requesting he meet with his new boss at Sparky’s dinner. After taking Abby to school he went back home dressed in his best outfit and headed out to meet with the person he would now be protecting. When he entered the dinner and moved to the booth he was directed to by the nerd waiter, he was shocked to see a person wearing a beanie and sunglasses paired with a large coat covering their figure.

   “Excuse me, I’m looking for Y/n.” he said to the figure as they turned to him quickly and looked back at the table. They gave a small nod, motioning him to sit down with them. “So are you Y/n?” Mike received a nod in response. It didn’t take long to figure out that this person was extremely shy and it probably took a lot for them to have even agreed to hire a bodyguard, let alone become popular enough to need one. “Can I ask what it is you would like me to do as your bodyguard?”

   Y/n nodded their head before seemingly realizing they would need to speak to this new person. “I just need you to come with me to my shows on the weekends and keep the creeps away. Nothing has happened yet, but I’d rather be safe. Plus some guy has been sending me mail that says some messed up shit, and I think that if I have someone with me when I go to shows he might stop.” They explained quietly. If Mike hadn’t spent so long with Abby who spoke rather quietly for a while he probably wouldn't have been able to understand what was said, but he understood.

    “Not to sound ungrateful for the job, but why get a bodyguard instead of going to the police?” He asked genuinely confused, if some guy was making threats shouldn’t the police do something.

    Y/n turned away and mumbled a response before looking at the confused man in front of them. “They won’t do anything. I’ve tried but because there is no proof they are real threats they say there’s nothing they can do.” They spoke a little louder this time.

    Mike continued to ask questions about the job, and about Y/n. He learned quickly that they were the lead singer of a local cover band who played at clubs and stuff around. It seemed many people truly enjoyed their music and they apparently had a larger following on the internet as well. Mike also learned that Y/n was always pretty shy and it was their bandmates who pushed them to get a bodyguard. With some sound knowledge of his new job he bid his boss farewell, agreeing to meet them two hours before their next show that friday.

    Friday came quicker than he thought it would. But as the time to meet with his boss came closer he realized he had no one to watch Abby while he was working. Everyone he tried was busy and he cursed himself for waiting until the last minute to find a babysitter for his sister. Running out of time he decided she would have to go with him and hopefully beagle to wait backstage during the show. “Abby come on grab your bag and a blanket, you’re coming to work with me tonight.” Mike shouted as he scrambled to find his keys.

   The young girl quickly grabbed her backpack and blanket excited to see what fun job her brother had now. “What is your job now?” She asked as she got in the car.

    “Just keeping someone safe while they sing for some people. While we are there, either color or sleep, don't go running around, I won't be able to watch you.” he said looking at Abby in the rearview mirror. Receiving a nod he smiled and then headed to the location he was meeting with Y/n at.

    When they arrived they went around the back of the club to the employee entrance Mike had been told to go through. He texted Y/n, informing them that he was there and needed to be let in. After only a few minutes, he was greeted by a familiar face opening the door. Y/n greeted him and motioned for him to come inside quickly, noticing the young girl following behind. 

    “And who is this?” They questioned after greeting Mike. Y/n reached their hand out for Abby to shack.

    Before Mike could respond Abby spoke up. “I’m Abby, my brother forgot to find a babysitter before today and didn’t want to leave me home alone.” She said, shaking the kind stranger's hand.

   “Sorry about this, I hope it’s okay. I totally forgot to find a sitter and it wasn’t a good idea to leave her home, if it’s okay she can just sit in the back and draw or sleep, she won’t be a problem.” Mike went on explaining why he brought his sister to his first day on the job.

   Y/n placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, I understand she can sit in the dressing room, I’ll have some of the kitchen staff bring in some food for her as well.” Y/n explained before guiding the pair to the fitting room.

   After getting Abby settled in the dressing room, Mike sat and watched as Y/n and their band practiced, enjoying the music and completely amazed at how well the different genres of music flowed and worked together. The band played anything from My Chemical Romance to Bon Jovi, even some older country music. It wasn’t necessarily the kind of music you would think would fit a club but after rehearsal Y/n had explained that all kinds of people visited the club and over time requested most of the songs they played in their sets now, and so it evolved into this crazy mixture of music from every genre.

   A few hours later Y/n’s band had finished their performance and decided to enjoy the rest of the night while a different group performed. Mike decided that since he noticed Y/n head to the bathroom he would quickly go in the back to check on Abby. When he got to the dressing room he saw Abby asleep on one of the chairs and headed back out to keep an eye on Y/n. Reaching the busy club he spotted Y/n trying to get a drink from the bar. Keyword there being trying, there was an older man who kept talking to them, completely ignoring the fact they were trying desperately to ignore him.

   Seeing this as one of the things he was hired to help stop he approached the pair. “Excuse me Sir, but I’m gonna have to ask you to leave them alone. They're not interested and I would hate to cause a scene.” Hearing his voice Y/n moved to stand behind Mike. 

   The man that had been bugging Y/n turned to Mike. “And why do you think such a pretty thing isn’t interested in me? What are you their boytoy coming to protect them?” The man sneered at Mike. He then reached his hand out to grab Y/n’s arm. “I think we were having a pleasant chat.”

    Spotting the hand reaching for Y/n, Mike quickly threw a powerful punch into the man’s face, receiving a resounding crack as his nose broke under the force. “They aren’t interested in you because you’re a creep. And I’m just here to keep creepy bags of trash from making them uncomfortable.” With that Mike quickly guided Y/n back to the dressing room apologizing for punching the guy even if he deserved it.

    Once in the safety of the dressing room, Y/n couldn’t help but cry. “Thank you for stopping that guy, he just kept on insisting that he buy me a drink when all I was trying to do was get some water.” They said quietly, having noticed Abby asleep when they came in. Even though they had barely known Mike for a week they couldn’t help but to fall into his chest hugging him thanks.

    Realizing how distressed Y/n was Mike made a decision. “How about you tell your bandmates that I’m gonna give you a ride home, that way you can get out of here and not deal with any more crazy people tonight.” He offered gently running a hand down their back in a comforting way.

    Y/n nodded in agreement accepting the offer and then quickly texted their friends explaining what happened and that Mike would be taking them home. After that Mike gently woke Abby, grabbing her bag and blanket. He guided a half asleep Abby, and Y/n out to his car. He got Y/n’s address from them and proceeded to take them home before going home to sleep himself.

    After a few months of working for Y/n, Mike grew closer to them and found himself hanging out with them even when it wasn’t for work. They had become great friends, and instances like the first night he worked for Y/n happened less and less. It also seemed their band’s fans ahad noticed him not only at the clubs they performed but the online fan base began to notice him in videos and were asking for answers. They all wanted to know who the guy always hanging around Y/n was and why he just suddenly appeared. Don’t even get them started on the theories, most of which were that Mike was Y/n’s boyfriend and they were trying to keep it quiet.

   With the growing speculation, Y/n decided (more like the band told them) that they need to address this with their fans, and asked Mike to join them for a quick Youtube video. Mike met up with Y/n at their apartment, ready to address the concerns. After setting up the cameras Y/n had Mike wait out of shot before starting the video.

   “S-sso we have seen your questions about the guy who can be seen near the stage in all of our videos over the past months, and have decided It’s time to tell you guys the truth. So without further ado this is Mike, My bodyguard.” Y/n motioned for Mike to sit next to them. He gave a small wave to the camera and a quiet hi. “He’s been working for me for a few months because someone was making threats and he’s been at all the shows to make sure nothing happens to me, and he has saved me from so many creeps in that time.” Y/n smiled. “And with the pressure from my Bandmates, and you guys of course I’ve decided to introduce him.”

   They recorded for probably twenty more minutes answering some questions that had been asked over the past few months before signing off and sending the video to be edited. Deciding to not let the day go to waste, Mike Invited Y/n out for lunch and a movie. Maybe he started as just their bodyguard but he was slowly becoming more. If the fans were right about him being Y/n’s boyfriend was unclear right now but it was starting to look like that would soon change. Though they wouldn’t tell them that yet.

[lefteagleblizzard]

𝔚𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰

Protective Mike Schmidt x gn reader

Summary: You met Mike on an overcast Wednesday afternoon. The rain pelted the windows of the small café where you worked, creating a rhythmic background to the dull hum of conversation and the clinking of cups and saucers. Your bond grew stronger the more you got the know each other's, like ivy clinging to an old stone wall.

Warnings: no pronouns used towards the reader. Protective Mike. If you squint we could even say obsessed Mike. Near death experience. Taking care of Abby with Mike. Stranger to friends to lovers. Smut.

Words count: almost 6000

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You met Mike on an overcast Wednesday afternoon. The rain pelted the windows of the small café where you worked, creating a rhythmic background to the dull hum of conversation and the clinking of cups and saucers.

He looked out of place when he walked in, his rugged demeanor contrasting sharply with the cozy, quaint atmosphere. He wore a heavy jacket, dark jeans, and an expression that spoke of burdens too heavy for one man to carry alone.

He ordered a black coffee and sat at a corner table, his eyes scanning the room but seeing nothing.

It wasn't long before you noticed that he came in every day at the same time, always sitting in the same spot. Curiosity got the better of you, and one day, you decided to strike up a conversation.

You found out that Mike was working nights as a security guard at a place called Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. The job, he admitted, wasn't glamorous, but it paid the bills, which was all that mattered since he was taking care of his younger sister, Abby, by himself.

There was something about Mike that drew you in maybe it was the way he seemed so protective of Abby, or perhaps it was the vulnerability he tried so hard to hide beneath his tough exterior. Either way, you found yourself looking forward to his visits, and soon, your conversations became the highlight of your day.

Mike's presence had a way of grounding you, his deep voice soothing even when he spoke of mundane things. You began to learn about his past, the weight of responsibility that came with raising Abby alone, and the tragedy that had carved deep lines into his handsome face. Each revelation was like peeling back a layer of armor, revealing the heart of a man who cared deeply, even if he tried to hide it.

You became closer over time. He would come to visit and you'd be there to keep him company while he, in exchange, would offer you a change of breath from the monotonous hours at work.

However, your meetings didn't just stop at your workplace.

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It was a chilly evening when you received Mike's call, his voice laced with evident worry "Abby's got a fever. I don't know what to do. She's burning up." he said

Mike was always so strong, but when it came to Abby, his protective nature made him vulnerable. "I'll be right over" you promised, already grabbing your coat and some medicine from your cabinet

When you arrived at Mike's modest apartment, he was waiting at the door, his expression filled with worry. "Thank you for coming," he said, his voice tense.

"Of course," you replied, stepping inside. The apartment was small but cozy, filled with signs of Abby's presence with her drawings on the fridge, toys scattered around the living room. You followed Mike to Abby's room, where the little girl lay in bed, her face flushed with fever.

"I brought you this Abby" you said softly, sitting beside her and brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.

Abby managed a weak smile. "Thank you" she whispered, her voice hoarse.

You handed her the medicine, helping her take it. "This will help bring your fever down," you assured her.

Mike watched, his expression a mix of gratitude and helplessness. "I've tried everything," he said quietly. "Cold compresses, keeping her hydrated... nothing seems to work."

"Sometimes it just takes a little time" you said gently. "But we'll take care of her together."

For the next few hours, you and Mike worked side by side to make Abby comfortable. You alternated between placing cool washcloths on her forehead and reading her favorite stories to keep her spirits up. Mike fetched water and checked her temperature regularly, his concern never wavering.

As the evening turned into night, Abby finally began to show signs of improvement. Her fever started and she drifted into You and Mike sat to break, in the living room, the tension casing slightly

"Thank you" Mike said, his voice breaking the silence. "I don't know what I'd do without you.

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. "You're doing a great job, Mike. Abby's lucky to have you."

He shook his head, his expression serious. "No, I'm lucky to have you."

You reached out, taking his hand. "We're in this together. Abby's like family to me now."

Mike's eyes softened, and for a moment, he seemed to let go of his usual guarded demeanor. You squeezed his hand, feeling a deep connection between you.

As the night went on, you stayed by Abby's side, keeping a watchful eye on her. Mike eventually fell asleep in the chair beside her bed, his exhaustion finally catching up with him. You couldn't help but admire his dedication and love for his sister.

In the quiet of the night, with Abby's fever subsiding and Mike resting peacefully, you felt a sense of contentment. This was what family was about: being there for each other in times of need, supporting one another through the challenges of life.

When morning came, Abby woke up feeling much better. She greeted you with a bright smile. "I feel a lot better," she said, her voice stronger.

You smiled back, relieved. "I'm glad to hear that, Abby."

Mike stirred, waking up to see Abby's improved condition, "How are you feeling, kiddo?" he asked, his voice filled with affection

"Much better" Abby replied, reaching out to hug him. "Thanks to you and your friend."

Mike glanced at you, his eyes conveying more than words ever could. "Thank you," he said softly, his gratitude overwhelming

As you left Mike's apartment that morning, a warm sensation spread through your chest. Your bond had grown stronger through the night, and you felt a deep sense of belonging with them.

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There was something that happened later on that brought the two of you even closer, his behavior shifted, showed mostly in his actions.

Mike had just finished his grueling night shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, and you were wrapping up your own unexpected night shift at the café. One of your coworkers had called in sick, and you'd offered to take their place, not knowing that the night would take such a turn. Exhausted but relieved to finally be done, you stepped out into the cool carly morning air, your phone buzzing in your pocket.

"Hey," Mike's voice came through the line, a comforting sound amidst the quiet street. "I'm done for the night. How about you?"

"Just finished," you replied, a smile tugging at your lips. "Want to meet up?"

"I'll be there in five," he said without hesitation.

True to his word, Mike arrived a few minutes later, his rugged appearance softened by the warmth in his eyes as he spotted you. "You look tired," he said, his tone gentle

"Long night" you admitted. "But seeing you makes it better."

The corner of his lips moved up, a rare and beautiful sight. "Come on, let's go for a walk. Clear our heads."

You fell into step beside him, the two of you wandering aimlessly through the quiet streets. The early morning light cast a soft glow over everything, and for a while, you simply talked about anything and everything that came to mind. It was a moment of peace, a chance to forget the night's horrors and just be together.

"I've never seen you so eager to stay awake like that" you remarked, glancing up at him.

"Maybe it's because of you" he said, his eyes meeting yours with a sincerity that made your heart skip a beat.

You decided to walk a little more, trying to shake off the lingering tension. The quiet streets were starting to come to life with carly risers and the first hints of morning activity. You and Mike chatted about everything and nothing, the fatigue making your thoughts more whimsical.

"What's the first thing you'll do when you get home?" you asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

Mike pondered for a moment. "Probably make breakfast for Abby. She loves pancakes."

You smiled, picturing the scene. "I bet she's going to love that."

Mike glanced at you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "What about you? Any plans for the day?"

"Sleep" you replied with a laugh. "Definitely sleep."

Mike chuckled, the sound warm and comforting. "Sounds like a good plan."

As you walked, you spotted a street lamp up ahead. A playful idea struck you, and you turned to Mike with a grin. "Race you to that pole" you challenged. "First one there wins."

Mike raised an eyebrow, his fatigue evident but his competitive spirit still alive. "You're on."

With a laugh, you took off, your legs carrying you forward as fast as they could. Mike was right behind you, his footsteps pounding against the pavement. The cool morning air rushed past your face, and for a moment, you felt completely free.

You reached the pole first, turning around triumphantly. "I win!" you called out, breathless and exhilarated.

Mike was a few steps behind, slowing down and eventually stopping a few yards away, panting heavily. He bent over, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. Despite his fatigue, he looked up at you, and for the first time, you saw him smile a genuine, heartfelt smile that lit up his entire face.

Seeing him smile like that made your heart swell with happiness. "I can't believe you gave up." you teased, walking back towards him. "Not as tough as you look, huh?"

Mike straightened up, still smiling. "I guess I underestimated you" he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Maybe next time you'll know better."

But as you shared this moment of joy, you noticed Mike's expression change, his smile fading into a look of horror.

You followed his gaze, turning just in time to see the car barreling down the street, heading straight for the sidewalk where you stood. The driver, clearly drunk, seemed to lose control completely.

"Move!" Mike shouted, his voice filled with panic. He lunged forward, grabbing you and pulling you out of the way just in time. The car swerved onto the sidewalk, narrowly missing you both before crashing into a fence with a deafening crash.

You fell to the ground, Mike's arms still around you, protecting you from the impact. The world seemed to slow down, the sounds of the crash fading into the background as you tried to process what had just happened, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Are you okay?" Mike's voice broke through the haze, his hands frantically checking you for injuries.

"I'm fine," you managed to say, your voice shaking. "Just... a bit shaken."

Mike's face was pale, his eyes wide with fear. "I thought... I thought I lost you" he whispered, pulling you into a tight embrace. You clung to him, the reality of how close you'd come to being hit sinking in.

Before you knew it, an ambulance had arrived, the flashing lights casting an eerie glow over the scene. Paramedics ushered you into the vehicle, insisting on checking you for injuries. Mike climbed in right beside you, refusing to leave your side.

"Sir, you'll have to wait outside," one of the paramedics said, but Mike shook his head, his expression resolute

"I'm not leaving" he said firmly, his eyes never leaving you.

The paramedics exchanged a look but relented, allowing Mike to stay. He hovered over you, his concern palpable. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, his hands gently checking for any signs of injury.

"I'm fine" you reassured him, though your voice was still shaky. "Thanks to you."

Mike's jaw tightened, and you could see the fear lingering in his eyes.

"You could've died" he murmured, more to himself than to you.

He stayed close, his presence a comforting anchor as the paramedics finished their examination. "Just a few scrapes and bruises" they told you. "You're lucky.

Mike let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "Yeah," he said softly. "Very lucky."

As the ambulance pulled away, leaving the wreckage behind, you leaned into Mike, feeling the warmth of his embrace. Despite the scare, there was a sense of safety in his arms, a feeling that everything would be okay as long as he was there.

"Want to go home?" you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mike's grip tightened slightly, his gaze intense. "Just another second..." he replied. "Sure."

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He watched you from his car as you made your way to your own house, turning back to say goodbye to him one last time. The shadows of the evening wrapping around you like a cloak.

You had no idea how much you had come to mean to him.

What he saw today made him remember again how it takes a fraction of a second to lose someone forever.

It wasn't just affection that bound him to you; it was an almost primal urge, an instinct that had rooted itself deep within his soul.

The idea of anyone or anything hurting you or Abby was unbearable, a thought that clawed at his sanity.

He knew it wasn't entirely rational, this need to protect you and Abby at all costs, but it had become his purpose, his reason.

You were both his light in the darkness, and he would ensure that light never faded.

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︎The cafe was bustling with its usual morning crowd the steady hum of conversation mixing with the slinking of cups and the hiss of the espresso machine. You were behind the counter, trying to keep up with the increasing number of orders. It was a typical day, or so you thought, until a particularly rude customer walked in.

He was tall and imposing, his face set in a a scowl as he approached the counter and, his tone dripping with impatience "I need a large black coffee."

You forced a polite smile, despite the unease settling in your stomach. "Of course, sir. It will be ready in just a moment"

As you prepared the coffee, the customer tapped his fingers on the counter "Is it always this slow here?" He muttered loud enough for you to hear, his irritation growing

"I'm sorry for the wait" you replied, keeping your tone as calm and professional as possible. "We're a bit busy this morning"

The customer hufted, rolling his eyes. When you finally handed him his coffee, he reached out and grabbed your arm tightly, his grip painful "Maybe if you moved faster, people wouldn't have to wait so long" he snarled.

Before you could pour the hot coffee on the face of this asshole and potentially lose your job, you heard a familiar voice behind him, filled with barely restrained anger "Let go"

Mike stood there, his eyes blazing with fury. He had just come in to visit you, and seeing the man manhandle you had flipped a switch. His hand closed over the customer's wrist, his grip like iron.

"Let go" Mike said, his voice low and dangerous.

The customer looked at him, sneering, but the look in Mike's eyes made him think twice. He released your arm and backed away, muttering curses under their breath. Mike didn't let go until the man was out the door, and even then, he staved close by, making sure you were all right.

His presence was intimidating, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive

The entire café had fallen silent, all eyes on the scene that had just unfolded.

You took a shaky breath, trying to calm your racing heart. "Mike, you didn't have to"

He turned to you, his expression softening as he took your hands in his. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern

You nodded, feeling the tension slowly disappear. "I'm fine, really.

Mike sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly, "I just... I couldn't stand seeing him treat you like that."

You gave him a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Mike. He deserved it."

He still looked troubled, his protective instincts clearly warring with his concern for your well-being "I might have overreacted" he admitted, running a hand through his hair.

"You didn't." you assured him. "I appreciate what you did."

Mike nodded, though you could see the tension still lingering in his eyes. "I just don't want anything bad to happen to you."

You reached out, touching his arm gently. "And nothing did, thanks to you."

The café slowly returned to its usual bustle, the other customers resuming their conversations and the baristas getting back to their work. You and Mike moved to a corner table, needing a moment to decompress after the confrontation.

"How often does stuff like that happen?" Mike asked, his worry evident.

"Not often" you replied, taking a sip of water. "Most customers are really nice and every now and then, you get someone like that."

Mike's jaw tightened. "Next time, just call me. I'll be here in a heartbeat."

"I know you will. But I can handle it. I have to, for my job."

He sighed, nodding reluctantly.

As the day wore on, you found comfort in Mike's presence. He stayed with you for the rest of your shift, his protective gaze never starving far.

When things got busy, he even helped out, taking orders and delivering drinks with a natural ease that impressed your coworkers. They'd heard about the incident and were quietly thankful for his presence, giving you nods of approval and knowing smiles.

Once your shift finally ended. Mike was right there, waiting to walk you home. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the city. You both strolled along the sidewalk, the tension of the morning slowly dissipating.

"You really didn't have to stay the whole time," you said, glancing up at him.

"I wanted to," Mike replied simply. "I couldn't leave you after what happened."

You smiled, touched by his dedication. "You're pretty amazing, you know that?"

Mike chuckled, a sound that made you feel light inside. "I try."

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His protectiveness extended into the smallest aspects of your life. When you cut your finger while slicing fruits one evening, he was beside you with worry and carefully bandaged your finger in the back of the kitchen. You couldn't help but smile at his overreaction to such a minor injury.

"Mike, it's just a little cut," you teased gently.

"I know," he muttered, not meeting your eyes. "But I needs to be treated either way"

Another time, you got caught in a sudden storm. Mike had come to pick you up after your shift, and as you both hurried to his car, he used his jacket to shield you from the rain, despite your protests.

"Mike, you're going to get soaked!" you exclaimed

"Doesn't matter," he replied, his tone unwavering. "You could get sick"

His selfless actions spoke volumes about his feelings for you, even if he didn't realize it himself.

Mike's protectiveness was an intrinsic part of who he was. He couldn't turn it off, even in the most mundane situations.

You noticed it in the way he always walked on the outer side of the sidewalk, subtly placing himself

between you and the traffic.

Or the time when a simple grocery run turned into a mini adventure because he insisted on carrying all the heavy bags, not wanting you to strain yourself.

It was these little things that made you fall deeper in love with him. His actions, though often silent, spoke volumes about the depth of his care and concern for you. He might not have been the most eloquent with words, but his deeds left no doubt about his feelings.

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It was a few weeks later that Mike invited you to the pizzeria. He had picked up an extra shift and needed someone to keep him company during the long, lonely hours of the night. Despite the creepy reputation of the place, you agreed, intrigued by the stories Mike had told you and eager to spend more time with him.

When you arrived at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, the first thing you noticed was how different it looked from the outside compared to the cheerful advertisements. The building was old and worn, the paint peeling off the walls, and the sign flickering intermittently: Mike met you at the entrance, his expression softening when he saw you.

"Glad you made it," he said, his voice low but warm.

Inside, the pizzeria was dark and musty. The animatronics, which were the main attraction during the day, looked creepy in the dim light, their glassy eyes seeming to follow you as you walked past. Mike led you to his office, a small, cramped room filled with monitors and security equipment.

"This is where I spend most of my nights," he explained, gesturing to the screens. "It's not much, but it's got everything everything I need to keep an eye on things.

As the night wore on, you talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories and laughter amidst the unsettling surroundings. It was in those quiet moments, when the only sound was the hum of the monitors, that you felt a connection with Mike that went beyond friendship.

At Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, things took a darker turn. The animatronics had a sinister reputation, and the atmosphere of the place left you on edge.

The lights flickered, and strange noises echoed through the halls. Mike insisted you stay in the security office with him, away from the dangers lurking in the night . The tension in the air grew thick.

When the animatronics came too close for comfort, Mike stood his ground, making sure they couldn't reach you.

"Just stay close" he said, his eyes never leaving the monitors.

The power went out completely, the animatronics seemed to come alive, their eyes glowing ominously. You clung to Mike, your fear palpable, but he remained calm, guiding you through the darkness with a steady hand.

"We'll get through this," he whispered, his voice a beacon of hope.

Foxy managed to corner you in a narrow hallway. Panic surged through you as the animatronic's eyes locked onto yours. But then Mike was there, pulling you to safety with seconds to spare.

He led you through the darkened halls, using his knowledge of the pizzeria's layout to outmaneuver the mechanical threats. When Freddy himself blocked your path, Mike confronted the towering figure.

"Run!" he shouted, distracting Freddy long enough for you to escape. You hesitated when you saw that animatronic approaching him, fearing the worst. The lights flickered back on and a half-cut cable caught your gaze with the sparks that came out of it. Your heart raced as you grabbed the cable and sprinted towards the animatronic, 'stabbing' it with the cable and seeing it twitch from the electricity that spread through it's body before collapsing on the floor.

You made your way to the exit, the sounds of the animatronics fading behind you.

Outside, the cool morning air greeted you, a stark contrast to the stifling atmosphere inside. Mike emerged moments later, his clothes torn but his spirit unbroken. He pulled you into a tight embrace, relief washing over you both.

As the sun rose, casting a new day in warm light, you and Mike stood together, hand in hand.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice trembling with fear and relief.

You nodded, unable to speak, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Your eyes roamed over his body in search of any possible injury.

He was willing to sacrifice himself for you

Mike's arms around you were a fortress, shielding you from the horrors of the night.

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One weekend, you spent the afternoon at Mike's apartment, playing with Abby. Her laughter filled the room as you engaged in a lively game of hide and seek. Mike watched from the doorway, a rare smile spreading across his face. He was mesmerized by the sight of you and Abby together, feeling a warmth in his chest that he hadn't felt in years

"Mike, you're staring!" Abby's voice broke through his reverie, her eyes twinkling with mischief

Mike flushed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Just making sure you two are playing fair" he grumbled, his attempt at nonchalance not fooling anyone.

Watching her play, Mike's eyes softened, filled with a mixture of pride and happiness. You and Abby were snickering together, and Mike felt a surge of contentment.

He couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky to have you in his life.

The evening was now calm and quiet, with a soft breeze wafting through the open windows. Abby had fallen asleep in her room, her gentle breathing a soothing backdrop to the tranquil night.

You and Mike were sitting on the couch in the living room, the dim light of a lamp casting a warm glow around the room.

the sense of companionship between you felt stronger than ever.

"It's nice to just relax like this," Mike said, his voice low and content. He stretched his legs out, leaning back against the couch cushions.

"Yeah, it is," you agreed, smiling at him. "Today was perfect."

Mike's eyes met yours, and he returned your smile, a genuine warmth in his gaze. "I'm glad you think so. I really enjoyed spending the day with you."

You both fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that only close friends-or perhaps something more-could share. The flickering shadows on the walls and the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen added to the serene ambiance.

"You know" Mike began, his voice thoughtful, "I don't think I've ever felt this... at ease with someone before."

You looked at him, surprised but touched by his admission. "Really? Not even with anyone from your past?"

Mike shook his head, a shadow crossing his features for a moment. "No, not like this. It's different with you. I feel like I can be myself."

His words made your heart swell with emotion. "I feel the same way, Mike. Being with you just feels... right."

He smiled again, a soft, almost shy smile. "I'm glad to hear that."

You continued to talk, your voices low to avoid waking Abby. The conversation flowed easily, moving from light-hearted topics to deeper, more personal ones. You shared stories from your past, dreams for the future, and everything in between. The bond between you seemed to grow with every word, every shared laugh, and every silent moment of understanding.

The conversation turned to Abby and Mike's dedication to her. "You're such a great brother to Abby," you said sincerely. "She's lucky to have you."

Mike's expression softened. "I just want to make sure she has a good life, better than what I had. She's been through a lot, and I want to protect her from the world."

"And you're doing an amazing job" you assured him. "She's a happy, healthy kid because of you."

Mike looked down at his hands. "I couldn't have done it without you. You've been such a support for both of us."

"Anytime," you replied, feeling a deep sense of connection. "We're in this together, remember?"

He nodded, his eyes meeting yours again. "Yeah, we are."

As the night wore on, you found yourselves growing more comfortable, more relaxed. Mike leaned back on the couch, and you instinctively moved closer, resting your head on his shoulder. He didn't hesitate, wrapping an arm around you in a gentle, protective embrace.

The simple act of being close to him felt incredibly comforting. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, hear the quiet rhythm of his breathing. It was a moment of perfect peace, the world outside forgotten as you shared this intimate space.

Eventually, the exhaustion of the day began to catch up with you. You stifled a yawn, and Mike noticed, a tender smile playing on his lips. "You should get some rest" he said softly.

You nodded, reluctantly pulling away from his comforting embrace. "Yeah, I guess I should."

Mike stood up and offered you a hand, helping you to your feet. "Thank you for spending the day with me. It meant a lot."

A silent understanding passed between you and Mike, unspoken yet profoundly felt. You both moved closer, your bodies naturally gravitating towards one another. The space between you seemed to dissolve, replaced by an electric intimacy that neither of you could ignore.

Mike's hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in a gentle yet firm grasp. He looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and desire.

His other hand cupped your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with emotion, a merging of two souls who had found solace in each other's presence.

The kiss deepened, and you felt yourself melting into him, every barrier you had ever put up crumbling away. You moved closer, your bodies pressing together, the heat between you intensifying. Mike's arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight embrace as if he never wanted to let go.

You found yourselves moving towards his bedroom, the path familiar yet new in this context. Every step felt like a dance, a silent symphony of mutual need and affection. By the time you reached his room, there was no turning back. The door closed behind you with a soft click, sealing the moment in privacy

The room was bathed in a gentle glow from a bedside lamp, casting soft shadows on the walls. You both paused for a moment, taking in the gravity of what was about to happen. Mike's eyes met yours, and in that gaze, you saw everything-his love, his desire, his unwavering commitment.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice gentle, giving you one last chance to reconsider.

You nodded, feeling a profound sense of rightness. "I'm sure."

With that, the last of your reservations melted away. Mike's hands moved to your shoulders, slowly sliding down to your waist, pulling you closer. You responded in kind, your fingers tracing the contours of his back, feeling the strength and warmth of his body.

As the dawn light casts a gentle glow across the room, you and Mike lie entwined, each movement deliberate and tender. The night had been a journey of exploration and connection, and now, in the quiet morning, the memory of your actions remains vivid and profound.

Your bodies had moved together with an unspoken understanding, each touch and kiss a communication of deep, unrestrained emotion. As the moments unfolded, your hands had traced the contours of each other's bodies, mapping out the planes and curves with a reverence born of newfound intimacy.

Mike's lips had traveled along the line of your jaw, trailing down the column of your neck, each kiss a promise of his affection and desire. His hands, strong yet gentle, had roamed over your body, learning every dip and rise, every sensitive spot that elicited a sigh or a gasp from you. His touch was both exploratory and worshipful, a blend of curiosity and deep-seated reverence.

You had mirrored his actions, your fingers gliding over the expanse of his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your touch. Your lips had found their way to his chest, your kisses soft and lingering as you explored the terrain of his skin. Every touch, every caress, had been a dance of mutual discovery, a testament to the deep connection growing between you.

He kisses down your chest, leaving little trails of red spots and taking your nipples into his mouth for a minute each causing you to arch off the bed a bit.

But he doesn't linger and is quick to trail down to your thighs, leaving little bites here and there.

As the night deepened, your bodies had come together in a union both physical and emotional.

He goes slow, deep long strokes that you can feel in your kidney with how deep he goes, but you can't find it in you to complain, not when Mike is looking at you like you hung up the stars in the sky.

Not when he can feel Mike's lips on you, kissing you like his life depends on it, like you are his salvation.

Not when all the sweet words Mike mutters along your skin, like prayers, are going straight to your spine.

Not when you feel Mike's arms around you, like he's afraid that any wrong move would break you, whispering your name urgently like he's afraid you would disappear.

Mike's movements had been guided by a combination of tenderness and fervent need, each thrust a blend of passion and care. Your bodies had moved in harmony, each responding to the other's cues, creating a rhythm that was both primal and deeply intimate.

The sensations had built to a crescendo, each touch, each kiss, driving you both closer to the edge. Mike's hands had held you close, his eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of his gaze, a silent testament to the depth of his feelings. Your breaths had mingled, your heartbeats synchronized, each moment a step closer to a shared climax.

When the final moment had arrived, it had been a release both physical and emotional. Your bodies had shuddered in unison, the culmination of your passion a powerful testament to the bond you had forged. In the aftermath, as your breaths slowed and your heartbeats steadied, you had remained entwined, the warmth of your connection a comforting blanket against the chill of the early morning.

Now, in the soft light of dawn, you lie together, your bodies still pressed close, a tangible reminder of the night's intimacy. The world outside may hold challenges and uncertainties, but here, in this moment, you find solace in each other's presence. Mike's arms wrap around you, his body fitting perfectly against yours, a symbol of the unity you have discovered.

As you drift towards a peaceful sleep, your last thoughts are of the profound connection you share, the promise of facing the future together, bound by love and mutual respect.

I really enjoyed writing this and love how it turned out, let me know if you also had fun reading this <3

[ihaznoclue]

Can I request headcanons for Security Breach Montgomery Gator, Sun, Moon, and Freddy Fazbear reacting to his human gn s/o buying a plushie of him please?

Pairings -> Montgomery Gator, Sun, Moon, Glamrock Freddy x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note-> Reader buying a plushie that represents them

Genre -> Fluff

Montgomery Gator

He a feisty gator but I feel like he just wants some love and attention you know

He would be roaming around the area where the prizes and the arcade games are, seeing many of the plushies of him and the others

The things is there is a lot of Monty plushies than the others

But once he saw someone buying one of the Monty plushies he felt a feeling

Like a feeling of happiness

That someone actually liked him for once

Then he noticed that it was a familiar face buying the plushie of him

It was you

His soulmate

His very own soulmate buying a plushie of him

He could clearly tell his tail was wagging a bit

"Thank you!" You shouted to the cashier as you looked at the plushie you just bought, it was a plushie of your favorite gator

But you didn't notice the actual gator walking up to you, you heard some footsteps coming closer to you so you turned around to meet with Monty

"Oh Hey Monty, what's up?" You greeted him, smiling up at him. He looked like he was in a good mood

"Nothing Cher, just wondering around until I saw you. Say is that a plushie of me?" He asked

"Mhm! Yep It sure is, I been waiting to get a plushie this cute" You spoke, as you looked at the gator plushie then you could heard some thumping

You look at Monty then behind him as you saw his tail thumping against the floor

"Looks like someone is in a good mood today" You smirked as you walked away

The gator then shook his head as he was now trying to catch up to you

Sundrop

This silly goober would be over the roof once he see s a plushie of him in your arms

He would be all around you saying how cute that plushie of him is

And where did you get it

and other stuff like that

"Sunshine! How are you today!?" Sunny asked while walking around you, hearing the jiggles of his wrist and leg bells

You giggled, "I'm doing okay Sun, I just got a plushie that represents you" then you showed the plushie of him, "Isn't it cute" You spoke as you gave a big smile proud to show off the plushie

Sunny felt loved as you got a plushie of him, he also asked where you got it from which of course your response was "the arcade, I decided to gather all my points and get a plushie of you"

"Aww that's so sweet Sunshine!"

Moondrop

This sweetheart would be confused but interested on why you got a plushie of himself

You would wait until nap time for moon to come out so you could show him

Being quiet as you open the door to the daycare as you spot moon

You tapped on moons shoulder to try and not startle him as he puts the last kid to sleep, he turns around as he is greeted by your presence

"Oh starlight, what are you doing here?" He used his soft whispered voice to not wake up the kids, Moon looked at your figure and tehn spotted a plushie that looked like him

He motioned his eyes to the plushie, you blinked as you showed him the plushie of him and smiled

"I got a plushie of you" You giggled quietly, then looked up at him. You could see he visible confusion on his face as he tilted his head

"I been wanting to get this plushie for ages now, but today was the day I got it, and it's cute so why not?"

If moon could blush he would be blushing right now, he then picked you up by hooking his hand under your legs and back as he carried you as he was hooked on

He was going to the area up top where no kids can go up, he placed you down

"You now need to go to sleep starlight, It past your bed time"

Glamrock Freddy

He would be so happy to have you as a soulmate

Buying a plushie of him made it feel loved as his ear would wiggle in pure happiness

He is already loved but you were the only person he loved more than his fans

Shhh don't tell them

"Oh superstar, what's this in your hand?" He asked as you just came through his door, he was already standing before you as his ears wiggled around as he tilted his head in confusion

He bright blue eyes widen a little as you showed him the Freddy plushie version of him even though he had some in his room that you could take with

"You got a plushie of me?" He asked, pointing at himself which you nodded

"Mhm, I wanted to get this plushie of you, I just couldn't resist" You smiled brightly

You could tell Freddy was happy as you could see his ear wiggle again, he does that when he expresses happiness towards someone

It was just so cute to see

-A<3

[babyyweebbitch]

How about any Mortal Kombat characters of your choice with s/o that really knowledgeable on certain things like they can tell you all about the Internet drama and how it started but when asked to do math or any other topic, they are head empty no thoughts sorry if I’m rambling 

BRO i do this 💀💀 i’m so knowledgeable about games, tattoos, piercings and a bunch of other stuff but if u ask me a math question i will literally sit there like 👁️👄👁️ this is super horrible i’m sorry 😭😭

content warning : GN reader ,

Hanzo H.

you know alot about video games, technology and everything in between, hanzo doesn’t. so there are times if you’re talking about technically to this literal dinosaur he will ask a lot of questions and you will answer them and any other questions he has.

your knowledge about this stuff is what makes you special in his eyes. he says you should make a career out of your knowledge or even help special forces since you also know alot about programming. but you always say no

but, he found out you weren’t math smart after he asked you what 5 x 50 was. you literally sat there head empty, no thoughts and then proceeded to say 55 with your whole chest, the biggest smile on your face too. he kinda looked at u like

THAT PICTURE IS SO FUCKING FUNNY IM CRYING RN

Kano

you know the entire lore of FNAF. ans when i said the ENTIRE lore i mean THE ENTIRE FUCKING LORE. you know everything, the side games, the main games, individual characters stories, the stories of each game EVERYTHING

you explained the entire lore to kano for three goddamn hours. you followed him every time he would move around and every time he would go “babe i-“ YOU WOULD GO “WAIT THERES MORE”

kano every time you say that:

then once you were done speaking he would say “i’m sorry, but i don’t fucking care, i just asked who this character was because i saw it on the internet” AND YOU WENT “oh, 😀 it’s freddy fazbear”

😭😭😭

[acidxinxwonderland]

Glamrock Freddy x GN!Reader SFW drabble

MINORS DNI!

Spending New Years with the bear boy ;3

In a party amongst coworkers there was only one person you sought out, Freddy Fazbear. As you navigated through the crowd, reminiscent of parting a sea, Freddy stood out, solitary and prominent, near a table. Your lips twitch up into a smile as you approached, instantly drawing Freddy's gaze. His ears perk up just from the sight of you, a warm look in his eyes that drew you in closer.

"Hello superstar!" "Hey big man!" You say in a cheerful tone. "Not like you to be a wallflower, what are you doing here all by yourself?"

Freddy lets out a simulated sigh, shrugging his broad shoulders. "I... I suppose I don't want a lot of company tonight."

Your brows knit together from his response, that was unlike him. There was nothing Freddy loved more than making everyone around him smile with his charming personality. You reach out, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"That's okay, nothing wrong with wanting to spend a holiday alone. I mean, if you want I could give you some space?" You suggest in a careful tone, feeling worried for your friend.

"No, no. If I wanted anyone here with me, it would be you superstar." Freddy's tone carried a warmth that could make you melt. If only he knew how much those words meant to you.

"Me too." You confess quietly, eyes scanning the people around you. "Parties suck anyway, same with New Years. I mean, what sucks more than everyone around you kissing and you're stood there, god, it is so incredibly awkward." Unbeknownst to you, your words became a blur in Freddy's audio receptors, every syllable merging into a soft hum as his focus shifted to your lips. The crowd's countdown began, the one thing he was able to focus on this very moment.

5

His fist clenched and unclenched, debating on what he was going to do.

4

You finally realize he wasn't paying much attention to you, "Freddy?"

3

The animatronic makes his decision, internal fans whirling so fast it hit your ears. His large hand finds it's way on your cheek, making your eyes widen in disbelief.

2

As he leaned in, realization finally dawned on you, your eyes flutter closed, your head tilting up in anticipation.

1

Cold metal brushes against your lips, and you didn't expect the hard shiver down your spine from the contact. Your hands find its place on broad shoulders, pressing back against his maw with gentle pressure.

Freddy was the first to withdraw, and you find yourself chasing after the contact. Your eyes slide open once his forehead rests against yours, heart skipping a beat at those bright blue eyes staring back at you.

"Happy New Years, Superstar."

[yandereloversworld]

Platonic Yandere sundrop x gn! Reader

Trigger Warning: infantilisation, mention of abusive family, panic attacks, kidnapping

English is my second language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes that you may find in this text.

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You were a staff member at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex and even though you were not working anywhere near the daycare you've had a very stressful week, which resulted in you having constant panic attacks, which would hit you at the most random of times. So, whenever you had one of those, you made it a habit to hide in the empty daycare until you calmed down enough to continue with your work.

Thankfully you were working at night where there were no children at the daycare. You didn't want to imagine the desaster, and embarrassment, it would cause if anyone would find you in your current state: impossibly red eyes with tears rolling down your face, while cradling yourself in a hidden corner of the daycare, trying to get your heavy breathing back under control, while trying at the same time to be as quiet as possible as to not allert any other staff that may decide to pass by.

While there wasn't much staff needed during the night, when the Pizzaplex was closed, there was an increase due to some technical problems with the animatronics. You were not sure what these technical problems were, but decided to ignore it for just now.

"Hello~? Are you okay little one? What are you doing here at this time?"

Wonderful. You wanted to sink in the ground. Why now? Now, when you still hadn't calmed down enough? You felt how your breathing started to increase again and knew that it just got worse. You slowly looked up, hoping that whoever found you would leave you be as soon as they knew what was going on with you, only to be surprised to find Sundrop, one of the two daycare attendants looming over you while looking at you with his signature smile, which slowly sunk and instead turned into a panicked Expression.

"Oh!! Are you crying?! DON'T CRY LITTLE ONE!! You wanna play Something? Playing makes everyone happy!! Or- maybe finger painting?!" You could now clearly hear the panic in his voice, and how desperately he tried to help you, sinking down to yor level, grabbing you and holding you safely against his cold, metallic chest.

While it wasn't really comfortable getting pressed against an animatronic's cold body, it felt surprisingly safe and calming to be held in a tight embrace by someone else. Before you knew it you had calmed yourself down enough to leave the embrace. Slowly trying to crawl out of his arms you realized, that his grip on you was slowly starting become a little too tight and that you couldn't get out. So instead you tried to convince the yellow animatronic to loose his hold on you. Reluctantly he did as you asked and let go of you, even though hesitant, as if he didn't really want to do so.

After a while of the two of you just sitting there, sundrop waiting for you to say Something, and you trying to think of a way of getting out of this awkward Situation, he asked you in a worried tone: "So little one... Why were you crying so much? Did you hurt yourself somewhere?" His words became faster towards the end, and he looked like he was ready to jump at you and run with you to the next available staff member any moment now.

You, on the other hand, were considering your options: On the one hand you could lie and tell him you were injured, which would probably result in him getting you out of the daycare, which would result in you leaving this awkward Situation faster as if you just told him what was bothering you. On the other hand you didn't want to let your coworkers see you with still very much red eyes, and a few drying tears, carried around the whole Pizzaplex by a panicked daycare animatronic. Plus, maybe talking with someone about your problems might help you with getting it off of your system.

Having made your decision you start venting your problems to him. How you had problems with your abusive family, how you left them only for them to find you and demand to live with you since you now had a good-paying job and how the money just wasn't enough for feeding your whole family AND you which resulted in you having not eaten in several days. How they still beated you up over every minor mistake you did and even if you weren't responsible and how you just couldn't leave them, since you couldn't stop working all of a sudden and they somehow befriended your landlord, resulting in him telling them whenever you tried something like leaving.

Sundrop listened unexpectedly calm during your whole monolog, especially for an animatronic that was known by the staff for acting hyperactive and unable to sit still for even a moment. When you finished, all he said was: "You're not going back to them! You're staying here where I know that You're safe!! If I had known how terrible it is outside the daycare I would have never let you leave all the times when you were here!! But everything is okay now, because papa sun and uncle moon are here now and we are going to take GOOD care of you!! Isn't that wonderful? You're here now with your true family!!! We are going to have so much FUN here together!!"

You just stared horrified and weirded out at the daycare attendant in whom you found comfort in only moments ago. With an awkward and bad feeling you tried to explain to him that you had to leave now, but he wasn't having any of that and instead just grabbed you and held you like a toddler while happily making his way to the main part of the daycare.

You just were confused and horriefied. What was HAPPENING to you? What would your life be like from now on?

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So, how was it? I hope you liked this small piece of yandere Sundrop and if your currious on how sun and moon are going to be like, just ask me for a part two or headcannons or anything really and I start writing.