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[farceurcole]

[divinit3a]

oneshot: out of character -> ao3 link reader x mer animatronic!moon 🌊 word count: 3,403

Working at a Fazbear animatronic theme park hadn't really been your dream, but it is your current reality.

At first, you were starry-eyed. Clocking in each day at a place that brings out the magic of imagination. Revamped from its first attempt that mysteriously burnt down after a rigorous police investigation, inexplicably refurbished into a half VR game center, half water-park. You’d bet the money that fuels such an over-the-top offshoot for the franchise pumps in from the Pizzaplex the next city over.

The ambition of the two owners who picked up the business manifested into a massive aquarium at the center, home to mechanized sea life. Animatronics of all shapes and sizes, perfect replicas of their real life counterparts. Plus or minus a more vivid, appealing, toy-selling color palette. 

The multi-level aquarium showcases beautiful spectacles of engineering that allow all creatures of the deep to intermingle without the limitations of reality. You’ve stood in the tunnels that wind throughout the first floor on the slow moving tracks before, looking around with awe and wonder at the flittering sharks and jumping dolphins. A whale would float by now and then, casting a great shadow across the tunnels as everyone hurried to snap a photo.

Ferry rides are offered at an exuberant price to float atop the largest of the decorative tanks, where a stationary mermaid animatronic waves with a pleasant smile. You stopped going to the ferry rides after they replaced the human staff with the admittedly rather creepy, blank-staring bots and their pre-recorded voice lines. 

Despite all the splendor surrounding you, the position of 'general maintenance' tends to become lackluster after cleaning up one too many barf piles near the food courts. Or being tasked with fishing cellphones out of the tops of tanks, enduring the hellish fury of whichever parent you had the misfortune of relaying the lost or damaged items policy to. Rattling off of a lengthy speech of ‘we wont pay for this,’ in corporate, smiley, customer-service-y terms. 

You sigh, pushing a heavy mop forward as music thrums through your ear buds. You take a moment to rest your head against your curled up hands at the top of the handle, listening to the last few seconds of the track, before popping the ear buds out one by one and shoving them into your jacket pockets. 

The slow drip of a faucet welcomes you back to cold, harsh reality. The last hour or more of your life was spent sopping up the ick that countless shoes tracked in and out the restroom facility throughout the day. 

By now, the sun is setting over the horizon line. You always pick up the latest shifts in the day. The overnight security staff are your regular acquaintances. You’ve bribed the main desk guy into being your ride-or-die with sugary, outdated donuts.  

There's a ding on your pager. You lean the broom handle on the brick wall, which is plastered with Chica and Roxanne themed posters that encourage handwashing. As you rest the mop, you falter to catch it from falling over, as the damn thing could never just stay put. Once you’ve prevented the disaster of the mop tipping over, you check the pager again, missing the glitching and rearranging of the letters on screen. 

Honestly, the technology is considerably retro compared to what's out on the market; looking more like a terminal you’d see in a sci-fi movie, or perhaps a calculator that would be chucked at a classmate in second grade. 

What greets you is an open-ended service ticket for the Haunted Shipwreck. You quirk an eyebrow. The exhibit was usually cleaned diligently by daytime staff in preparation for opening in the evening. Spruced up by the folks who worked at the bar, and the poor teenage saps who had to stand in the queue lines scanning tickets. The ‘ride’ was part of the finale of the virtual reality storyline that guests could pay a premium price to experience, connecting all the dots of the theme park’s attractions together. 

Plus, it was the only place that served alcohol after five pm. The specialty drinks are so neon and vivid that the sugar content has to be astronomical. 

Parents flock there like it is truly an oasis in a kiddy-park desert. 

Scratching at your head, you walk in a circle as you read the details, or lack thereof. The ticket reads, 'Exhibition needs spot cleaning.' Spot cleaning? A whole exhibit? Your thumb hovers over the button to accept the task. It beats mopping bathroom tiles any day.

You wring out the mop into its bucket, and begin the tedious task of ferrying cleaning supplies from one area to the next. On your way out, you sling the heft of a tool bag over your shoulder. 

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The scent of lemony freshness follows you in hot pursuit. You shove open the doors to the exhibit with a “Hello?”, expecting another person or two from the maintenance crew to have accepted the job. Cleaning a whole attraction on your lonesome did not bode well for the ‘no overtime’ policy. 

The response you get is absolute silence.

You feel along the wall for a light switch, and then remember that this is an amusement park, not a hotel. The controls for the area’s lights are all in the breaker room out back. Locked away with a key that is not in your possession. With a sigh, you fish out a flashlight from your tool bag and continue to wheel your cart in.

Without music blaring through the hidden speakers, or patrons milling through the bar onto the dance floor, the main atrium of the ride feels as haunted as its namesake. Grumbling, you pull out your pager and look down. The screen is blank, as if the task had never existed at all. 

Before you can question the disappearing act, spotlights turn on. A deafening click causes you to jolt and nearly drop the device.  

You look up, and are face to face with the animatronic who prowls the exhibit. Your lungs temporary pause all function as your heart works in overdrive. 

Above you is an elaborate trick of puppetry. A skeletal siren with a face as white as bone is frozen in place, with its arms outstretched as if it had been reaching towards you in the darkness to swipe you up. Thin, transparent plastic that shimmers like true fish scales acts as webbing between its sharp claws.

A billowing tail snakes like a serpent atop most of the area’s ceiling, weaving around the lighting system. The tip of its tailfin is curled around the rafters, as if supporting its weight. But that couldn’t be true; as a large cord connects into its back. Following the tubing leads to the pulley system which keeps it on predictable tracks. 

One eye is cyan. The other eye is entirely a deep crimson, casting an eerie glow across your face. The eye with the cyan pupil trembles. 

“Jeez, you scared me!” You say, too shocked to catch yourself before talking with an inanimate puppet.

The robotic siren, Moon, stares at you, not budging from its post. The lack of movement makes it feel more and more like a statue. You feel silly for speaking to it directly. 

But you remember: there's a person whose entire job is to spend the day operating these guys. To keep them lifelike, same as the free-roam 'animatronics' that are actually just staff in sweaty old mascot suits. Learning the truth as an employee had dimmed the magic of the theme park, but you still admit that it is an impressive work of robotics, especially considering the aquarium. 

“Are you still on for the night? Ride’s shut down,” You ask, pushing through the lingering fear you felt from the brief scare. During off-season the park closes earlier and is open about half the days, meaning that Haunted Shipwreck is mostly operational Friday and Saturday. Today is a Wednesday. You didn’t expect the elusive staff who controls the two mermaid animatronics to be on duty. 

In response, the animatronic's massive tail slaps against the faux rocky terrain that decorates its elaborate enclosure. Moon lands back on the main stage it perches on during performances. Without the constant spray of dry ice to create the illusion of fog, and the bright red lighting, the siren lacks the intimidating flare you expect.

“Well, I'm here to clean. That's all.” You rest your hands at your sides, settling your thumbs into the belt loops. 

Moon peers at you. Then it rolls over onto its back. The wires controlling its electronics flatten against the surface as it settles into place. You blink as you stare at a 'belly-up' fish. Its hands rest into a t-rex, claw-like position at its sides, as if it wasn’t used to laying down, either, and instantly felt awkward. 

“Oh,” You exclaim, wrapping your head around the vague task you accepted. At last, you understand who – or what, needs cleaning: the animatronic itself. There’s gum stuck to its sculpted fins and a few pieces of paper wedged into the joints that segment its torso from its abdomen, limiting its range of motion. 

A cruel prank, regardless of the recipient’s ability to feel discomfort. 

You set your tool bag down on the floor and stumble up the plastic molded rocks, right past the ‘DO NOT CLIMB’ sign. All things considered, the ‘spot cleaning’ looks like an easy project to finish off your shift. 

You sit on your knees next to the animatronic. 

You start by pulling the paper jammed into its torso hinge out. You brace a palm against its side, and carefully tug. Hearing the papers tear makes you curse softly under your breath. 

The animatronic watches, and then bends its torso hinge away, giving you easier access to pull the shredded bits out. 

You begin to notice that all the papers jammed inside the robot are actually posters and pamphlets that you can pick up for free at the photo kiosk a room over. Strange. 

Taking a second to indulge your curiosity, you inspect one of the postcards. 

The front of the card is split into two; the daytime half, Sun, spritely and bright on the left. And his cursed form that haunts the seas at night, Moon, in an ominous dark silhouette on the right. A few of these are even lenticular prints that you can shift back and forth, but those have to be bought at the complimentary gift shop at the end of the ride.  

The depicted dark, jagged silhouette of Moon is a sharp contrast to the docile animatronic beside you. Existing to be ‘vanquished’ time and time again, by brave patrons, in order to free Sun from the shackles of an evil witch’s hex. 

The witch character is set to debut at long last in a few months.

You find yourself smiling at the memories of watching the performance for the first time; the smoke and mirrors of the robots being switched out on stage to masquerade as one feat of engineering. The silly story never fails to be engaging, with how much production was poured into making Sun’s character so lifelike and memorable.

Now that you think about it, you wonder why Moon never got the same treatment. You look up to see that the ‘cursed siren’ on your mind is staring right at you, almost expectantly. Beneath its chassis where your palms rest is a soft, insistent hum of machinery, fans set to medium gear. It points to a piece of paper you missed under its arm socket. You lean closer to dig in, their gaze burning into the back of your head. 

The silence as you work on the clean-up becomes increasingly uncomfortable. Even more so when you consider that whoever is tasked with puppeting Moon is still up in the server room, no doubt working past their shift’s end to make your job easier by maneuvering the siren this way and that. 

Though, you wonder why the puppeteer didn't just meet you at Haunted Shipwreck themself to talk it through. Must be some kind of NDA, or lack of a remote control.

By the time you are scraping gum off glittering scales, you decisively break the ice with, “Y'know, Im surprised. I thought you'd be home by now,” beginning the idle, one-sided chatter. Just because you are here on business, doesn’t mean the exchange had to be so clinical. Your quiet companion shows that its listening by flicking the long fin that adorns its head. Bright cyan tracks your every movement with what feels like intense curiosity.

While you work, you take out the pager to check on your tasks for the night. In an instant, Moon swipes it, moving faster than you can comprehend. They slither away from you with shocking speed, cable attached to its back whirring to keep up with the momentum. 

“Hey! Give that back!” You reach up, fingertips brushing off the smooth scales upon its long, imposing tail. Up above, the animatronic fiddles with the pager. Frustration ripples off it as its hands clunkily tap away at the tiny, human-sized keyboard. 

“Don't break it, c'mon, it'll come out of my paycheck!” You swat at the robot whose mid-air. You gasp at the audacity it has to curl its tail inward and away from you. An unfair game of keep-away. 

Moon turns the screen of the pager back to you. 'Thank you,' is typed out in simplistic, boxy letters. You blink, staring at the screen as the pager is gingerly placed back in your hands, claws ghosting across your arms. The siren pulls back quickly. Moon fidgets with the hem of its costuming, a subtle act of nerves that trips you up even worse.

“You—you're welcome.” You stumble on your words, not quite sure why the sentiment is so shocking. But it feels like it came from the robot itself—whoever ran these guys was committed to staying in character. Even to other staff. You admire the dedication.

The robot leers down at you. Pupils burning, an unsettling lack of expression except for a wide-eyed stare that never relents the pressure it exerts. A hand extends out, and it takes a moment for you to realize that its asking for the pager back. Dumbstruck, you comply without a second thought. The robot taps away at the keyboard, dwarfed by its palms. You hear the click-click-click of the backspace button as it shakes its faceplate.

The pager returns to you. After all its effort, only one word is on the screen: 'Again.'

“Again?” You repeat aloud, looking up at Moon with confusion. The robot continues to fidget, before nodding so quickly in confirmation, that you are worried you'll need to send in a ticket to fix its neck hinge. That sort of job goes to the on-sight mechanics who the company contracts, not a regular maintenance guy like you. “You'd... like me to stop by, again?” You guess, and Moon's nerves boil over. The tracks in the ceiling creak as the creature 'swims' all around you, showcasing flashes of glittering fins and the faintest glint of sharp fangs beneath its flowing collar. With the blur of violet, magenta, and crimson swirling around you, its like being in the middle of a shark swarm— without any of the fear. 

Because you take the boundless enthusiasm to mean, 'yes.'

”Okay, okay. I will,“ You laugh at the strange antics, charmed by how earnest the supposedly wicked siren can be. You don’t know much about Moon's character here at the park; he was intentionally left mysterious to add to the villainous flare. Or perhaps, to excuse the lack of forethought into an antagonist designed for a theme park. So, to see him instead doing several aerial laps around the perimeter of the shipwreck, you can't help but find them endearing.

Your pager dings, reminding you that there is twenty minutes before your shift ends, and one bathroom facility left half-mopped in your haste. 

“It was nice meeting you,” You hesitate—you have no idea who this person is. You stare into the lens of the animatronic’s eyes, pondering who was watching you back on the camera feed. 

Maybe the two of you could get lunch sometime off the clock, away from the prying of corporate eyes. Perhaps they are nervous to break character. You glance to the security camera in the corner, and back, ”...Moon,” you decide to call them by the character they play, for the time being. 

The siren lurches toward you. 

You reel back, almost slipping on the plastic rocks.

Spindly limbs wrap around you, catching you from your fall, and—Oh.

You blink, struggling to keep up. The wretched siren of the coast is giving you a hug. The fabric of its costume sleeves is silky and smooth, and almost bundles you up like a tarp.   

”O-okay, then.” You pat at the back of the animatronic. Its staring at you so seriously with massive, leering eyes, that you are struggling not to buckle under the stress. The pressure Moon exerts is light, but spikes your heart rate regardless. Your feet are almost off the ground, balancing on the heels of your work boots as you tilt back. You aren’t looking to go for a swim, or to be put on medical leave from a concussion. 

“That’s, um, very sweet, thank you, Moon.” You tap its arms next to indicate you’re ready to be let go of. You find your cheeks flushing in embarrassment, wondering if the animatronic’s puppeteer thinks its amusing to scare you with this level of whiplash. Maybe it is funny to them, to make the theme park's aloof villain act all cuddly for one-on-one exchanges. 

“There we go—nice and easy,” you find yourself narrating, as the siren deliberately sets you back down on the floor. Not back onto the rocks; no, it cranes you over to main floor, where you run a much smaller risk of falling on uneven terrain. 

Walking over to collect your belongings, you shrug your tool bag over your shoulder, and place a hand on the handle of your cleaning cart.

The animatronic waves you off, watching with interest as you shove your way out the door. A glimpse of the outside world, the low lights of the shut-down park and the infinite expanse of the night sky.

You stop in the doorway, prolonging the moment, “Have a good night, Moon.” The animatronic stays perfectly still, playing its role. Poised with elegance and a threatening aura. The sight leaves you with chills, although you hardly had reason to fear the animatronic, or its friendly puppeteer.

The door closes.

A pause. 

Moon stays put until they can no longer hear the roll of your cart. Then it springs up. Pacing back and forth, tail moving as smoothly as kelp in the current, weaving through decorative pillars that sell the illusion of being underwater, trapped in a shipwreck. The sliding of the wire on its tracks plays a symphony as it maneuvers around. Feeling–feeling, like it did something right, by doing something terribly wrong. The sensation was so complex that it keeps cataloguing every second.

Moon couldn't believe that tampering with a maintenance ticket actually worked. A small, small chance that anyone would pick up the task he made up— jamming postcards into its segments in a fury to make the objective believable, once someone had actually said 'yes.'

The cord above squeals, and Moon realizes it needs to relax, less it break its ability to move within its small, small world. 

Settling back down, the siren sits on its lonely perch with a glimmer of hope–that you'll be back again the next night, and the next, and the next. After all, you spoke to them with such ease. Most everyone pretends he’s nothing more than a glorified stage prop. Doomed with an underutilized, elaborate AI on the same caliber as all the others in the park, who roam freely. Who get to interact, learn, and grow daily; who get to make friends and play so many games.  

Until next time, they'll work on their communication. Study the humans who walk through its exhibit closer and closer. Experiment with how to evoke emotions beyond fear.

Their tail thumps, eager to continue daydreaming throughout the rest of its cycle spent awake.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Soooo for the Ruin dlc,how about a ghost!child!reader who was murdered by Vanny meeting Cassie and kind of just following her around and also doing the best they can to help her with them being a ghost?

-Greek myth anon 📜

When Cassie first saw you, she thought you were part of the AR network, but you're still present even when she takes off the mask.

"Wh-Who are you?"

"[Y/n]...it's..a long story, but I kinda died here and I've been stuck haunting this place ever since."

"Oh no...did one of the Glamrocks kill you..?"

"No, but this lady in a rabbit costume did...that used to be hers." You point out the security mask, frowning. "Why do you have it?"

"I...I don't know. Some STAFF bot gave it to me. I need it to disable all the security systems."

"And..why is that?"

"I'm looking for my friend. He's trapped beneath the raceway..can you help me?" She pleads.

"....maybe, but I can't really do much from...wherever I am now." You tell her, although you agree to accompany her throughout the ruined pizzaplex.

Whenever she puts on that mask again, you feel uneasy and have to look away a lot, feeling sick to your stomach. She always apologizes, though, and takes it off as soon as she's done with her current task.

You do what you can to help her in her journey, such as temporarily possessing STAFF bots to distract the Glamrocks should they show up---yet none of them really hold up for long as they're quickly destroyed or shutdown.

It was sad, as you have watched all of them rot and decay both physically and mentally over the years...no longer being those animatronics you once adored.

Eventually you both encountered Roxy after you found a security bot in good condition to pilot, and you're stunned that she actually recognizes Cassie.

And later on, she recognizes your voice, too, and you gave her some comfort as she's deactivated by her human friend.

You could see she's torn up about it, and you also console her as she cries, clearly feeling guilty and stressed over everything.

"I-I didn't want to do it...but...I had no choice..!"

"I'm sure she understood, Cassie." You pat her back. "We have to keep going...for Gregory. And then you guys can go home and forget this horrible nightmare."

"B-But...But what about you..?" She sniffles. "Is there something keeping you here?"

"I thought it was that rabbit lady, but..I couldn't find her anywhere. And I've been here for years, stalking her until she just...disappeared one day."

While it's indeed a worrying thought, you tried pushing it into the back of your mind, assuring Cassie that your primary concerns are with her and not yourself.

Maybe your reason for being stuck here was to make sure nobody else went missing.

You could settle for that, as you didn't want anymore kids your age falling victim to Vanny or any of her horrid creations.

Cassie wasn't going to be one of them. Not on your watch.

[moon-buggg]

are there not a lot of scare actors in the same attraction has yn?

YN is the only human scare actor. The rest are animatronics, though admitedly much less sophisticated than Sun and Moon and closer to staff bots or the fancy animatronics disney has irl. That's the gimmick of the haunt and also what makes YN's sudden inclusion so jarring

[cf8wrk4u-us]

Transformers Prime/ A Quiet Place Crossover

Character Profile: June Darby

"I promise....I'll keep you kids safe"

Strength: 4/5

Speed: 4/5

Stealth: 3/5

Stress: 5/5

June always wanted to help people, her job as a nurse reflecting that. But the one thing that she placed over all her responsibilities and oaths as a healthcare worker, and that was her son Jackson.

With her husband gone, it's only been the two of them for the longest time.

She's so happy about the kind and responsible boy she helped raise and is grateful he chosen to get a job to help support himself and their family. It does make her feel a bit guilty though,kids shouldn't have to grow up so fast.

She loves her son.

That's why when the asteroids hit, when those things attacked New York, she got in her car quickly and rushed home to her son. Praying that he was safe, and he was. Jack hugged her tight trembling in her arms. How she tried to reassure him, herself, that it all be okay. That they'll be fine.

She was an adult, a mother, who tried to reassure her child that their world was going to be safe.

But how could she know? When June herself was terrified and so unsure herself.

But days past and June returned to work, asked, begged by her coworkers and supervisors to comeback. New of the aliens was fast and not very uplifting but heads of the Jasper Hospital assured that it was necessary to hold the hospital open for the community and anyone else suffering from the disaster.

June had just wanted to stay home with Jack, bunker down and ready themselves from the potential danger. But her obligations as a nurse had her returning to the hospital. Besides...the place made for a good supplier of medicine and essential medical tools. I hurt her to steal from her work, but honestly all she had to do was think of her son and the guilt ebbed away.

She at one point begged Jack to just stay home, to forget about work and school till they all knew for sure the military had this under control. But of course Jack refused, not only because he risked losing his job but also he wanted to feel things were still normal.

But then the worst happened.

The aliens attacked Jasper and soon the hospital was flooded with injured and desperate people. People bruised up from being nearly trampled by frantic runners, others cut up and concussed from car accidents while leaving town, and the worst with deep bleeding lacerations from unfamiliar claws.

It was chaos, doctors and staff rushed to help as many people as they could. The families and friends who came in just as haggard, crying and panicked.

And June...left.

She grabbed the supplies and ran into her car, straight towards the danger of the town.

It still haunts her, what she did.

Because in the end, she never saw any of her coworkers again. And the shame of that will always haunt her.

But she'll always do what she can to take care of her son, along with Miko and Raf. Two kids alone in this world after losing their families and homes.

June is the one who helps noise proof the house, gather supplies, and of course take care of any health related problems.

Along with that she's taught the kids to use ASL, learning it in college to help boost her career in health. It's helped the group immensely learning it, a silent way of communicating.

Life was dangerous for many different reasons but June knew whe had to be strong through all of it.

Meeting the bots she's skeptical of their intentions but warms up to them after they promise to provide protection to her new family.

[rheiple]

Tea Party in Hell

OneShot

▪︎SUMMARY↦ To think that the tasked that you've been handled would be the cause of meeting your one and only source of nightmare fuel.

▪︎WARNING/s↦ Cussing, Not proofread (I just made this like a min ago)

▪︎CHARACTER/s↦ Eclipse, Reader

▪︎WORD COUNT↦2252 [Minus the dots for the timeskips]

▪︎AUTHOR'S NOTE↦ I have not poster for 5 months☠ uhmm hi again, it's been so long since i have posted, I missed writing fanfics so much 😭 But! School is almost over and I can finally have a 2 months break to focus on my hobbies!! I hope you all take this apology gift for me being dead in 5 months 😭😭 (If I'm being honest idk if I should be embarrassed at the fact that this fic is way longer than all of my 4 essays combined 🕴)

You never really thought of how... unique the Daycare Attendant's room is.

Upon opening the secret door that led you to your robotic friend's room, you scanned everything inside. From the hanged up drawings of the little kids, to the disturbingly looking broken staff bots lying on the corner, it didn't help that with their damaged head it looks like they're all at you.

It really surprised you. That because of their obsession with keeping everything clean and perfect, you assumed that their room would be neat.

Well... everyone has problems you guessed, maybe they're too busy with their job to clean up their room. Poor them, overworking theirselves to shut down. Maybe in another time you'll offer to help them clean their room.

You went inside the tube to access the other side of the room. You see something big that's covered with a dusty blanket. You assumed that it's the arcade machine that the staff decided to keep in there... The confusion on how they got that thing in is giving you a headache, and what pains you more is that you have to get that out when you have fixed it.

You huffed at the thought, why do they need this arcade machine anyways? There are plenty of unused gaming machine at the lowest floor, and they're still working pretty well! What's with all the hype on this one?

Taking off the dirty blanket, you see that the arcade machine looks new... It's already powered on, does Sun and Moon play this game?

You examined it closely, searching for a coin in your pocket. You'll just play the game to see if it's working, if it does then you'll bring it outside and clean it up, easy as pie.

But out of the blue, The name of the game appears on the pixelated screen. It's jolly tune of amusic made you immediately jumped out of surprise.

"What the hell? Is this game haunted or what?" You narrowed your eyes suspiciously at the screen. Do they really think that you're a exorcist and not a staff? You really should thought of this through before signing up for this under paying shit of a job.

Hesitantly in doing so, you grabbed the joystick and pressed on a random button to start the game.

So far it went ok, the game is working well, the sky switches from day to night. Everything is going smoothly wait what the fuck did the game glitched did the sky turned red??

You blinked your eyes, but it turned normal as if it the wasn't even real.

Hell no, you stopped playing and turned around. You know you're going to get paid less, and that's fine because you'd rather live than experience some 3 a.m. scary story creepypasta kind of shit.

You flinched at the sudden ear rape sound that the arcade machine emits. Looking back you noticed that the machine is shaking. Black fingertips slowly emerged from the glitched screen.

You didn't have to think two seconds to try and dart through the tube to get out of that room.

And try as you might, but the moment took a step back the said black hands chased after you. They took a hold of your feet and arms, dragging you slowly, inside the haunted machine.

"Let me go! Assholes!" You twist and turn, kicked your legs and punched one of the hands and yet all of your efforts were in vain.

You're eyes darts around to look for anything that could stop them from pulling you inside, you took blocks and hit them with it. You hold on to the big blocks, or anything that that's heavy to not get pulled.

"No! no no nononono!"  You frantically kicked on the machine, lowered your whole body down all to not get close to the screen. You think it worked, for a minute.

Your face drained of color when you see two robotic pair of chance come out. They grabbed on to your waist.

"...Fuck."

You got pulled into the machine.

.

.

.

You sharply gasped at the sudden jolt through your body. It's so loud, you can't focus. You're sweating real bad. You inspect everything around you.

Breathing heavily a few times, you calmed down a bit. And it helps to make you more aware of your surroundings. The loud sound suddenly going lower and slower.

You realized now that the sound you heard earlier was your own heartbeat.

To say that you're going mad is the right word. The place your in looks like an imitation of hell. Bloodshot red of the sky, those black clouds that are thinly outlined with a bright orange. You noticed that that you aren't laying down on a floor, but rather floating, yet not a cloud, just floating.

You look up at the sky and see-...

Your breath hitched upon making eye contact with the culprit who you think is the reason that you're in this hellhole.

"Is that... a god?"

It's face like the Sun you know, but the colors are very dark and, if you look hard enough you could see the inside of the mouth is glowing with a bright yellow.

The creature went down to you, you saw how it's body is just a big black of glob. It took all of your face muscles to not grimace at the sight of it, you didn't wanna die because of offending it in anyway.

The robotic glitched face tilt it's head looking at you.

You gulped at the staring, and decided to greet him quietly.

"...Hi"

You were grabbed by the wrist.

In one quick motion, it lead you up in the sky, abose the clouds when you look down you don't see anything other than the color of the sky.

You screamed and cried, you didn't do anything to deserve this! Sure you might've said something mean to someone but that wasn't intentional! That was the most you could have done at being bad!

You curled yourself into a ball, if you're going to die you hope they make it quick, you want all of this to end. You can just live peacefully in your second life, no more pain, no more scary robots, no more demonic eldritch being wanting to kill you.

You feel them stop and let them go of your hand. You wiped your eyes to clear your vision. You look around to see everything dark, you know you're in some kind of void, but there's alot of stuff hanging around above you.

You look at the monster in confusion. "W... What's all those?" 'Are you going to kill me with all those items?'

It didn't respond, opted to only look at you.

This suddenly irked you. All this silence is about to  you hysterical. What's his problem? Does he want to see you suffer? He's already done it, why can't he just kill you now?!

You noticed a shadow looming over you, looking up you see a... Kiddies table coming down between you.

The creature backed away to give the table some space.

Your gaze went back up at the stuff above you, to see two cups and a glass teapot filled with... tea? Or coffee? Either way you're not going to drink that.

It landed on the table, each cup is at the end, with the teapot at the middle.

You eyed the creature, it doing it's  head tilt again. "I'm not gonna drink that." You said whilst your crossing your arms.

The teapot floats up again and pours the content at your cup, doing the same at the other. The delicate object went back to it's position.

... Right, an indirect way of telling that you didn't have a choice to begin with. You clicked your tongue in annoyance. Glaring at the monster, asked why you're here.

A minute of silence, and then it finally replied back. "ₒₗd... fᵣᵢₑₙd.." The creature whispered.

"Uh, what??" You couldn't help you're harsh tone. Out of all the things it could've said, it said something so... Weird. As if all of this isn't.

"Old friend who?"

The monster points at you.

Wow. Ok, this is so confusing and stressful. You know that you haven't met it before, so it's highly likely that it must've mistaken you for someone else.

As if reading reading your thoughts- well, at this point it probably is, you're not surprised at anything what it does at this point. The creature called you with your own name.

"Y/ₙ.. ₒₗd f₋fᵣᵢₑₙ-d.."  

You cringed at the sound of it calling you by your name. You look down at your uniform to not see your nametag. It knows your name.

Shoulders are tense, you're back is straight. You kept your guard up incase of anything bad will happen. "Get straight to the point, what do you want from me?"

The monster, let's out a glitched and low sound of a motorboat. What the hell is it doing? Putting a curse on you? You should've brought something holy to smack that with it.

"ₘᵢₛₛₛₛₛ,, y₋ₒᵤ₋ᵤ.."

You're not deaf, you are sure that this mother fucker just hissed at you.

You backed away for a bit, and raised up your hands when it tried to inch closer. 

"Oi! Back the fuck up!" You semi- yelled at the Eldritch as a warning... When you think about it, what is there to warn it about? It could've killed you if it wanted to. Compared to it, you're just a human being with no powers what so ever.

But to your surprise and relief, the creature backed away. Although you think it's because it's of the darkness, you shrugged off the thought of the creature lowering it's head because it was sad of what you did.

Good, he deserved it for scaring you and taking you away.

Now that everything is calmed down, you repeated your question once again.

"...ₕₑₗₚ₋ₚ ₘ₋ₑₑ.."

"Help you? With what?"

"Fᵢₙd...ₘₑ₋ₑ"

You scratched the back of your head. "I don't understand, all of this doesn't! You're already here so why do I have to find you?!"

You head starts throbbing, your vision is getting blurry each second. What? That's impossible, you didn't even drank the fucking tea!

"..ᵢₙₛᵢdₑ."

You collapsed.

.

.

.

You're being moved. Left and right. Someone familiar is calling your name.

"Y/n..."

Each time you don't answer they're call, they shake you harder.

"...Y/n."

You feel like throwing up from all the things you've went through today. It all felt like a bad dream.

But was it really a dream? You've felt it touch you, it was so real.

"...Y/n?"

And it asked you for help to find it. What does that mean? Find it, inside? Does it mean the arcade? Should you check inside the arcade?

"Y/n!.."

You jolted upwards to sit. You look around, only to see Moon with a worried face.

"Y/n... What are you doing here?"

Loss of words, you shakily pointed at your phone. He seemed to get the memo, as he went for it, he turned it on and went into your emails.

Hi Y/n,

Jamil, your coworker, is here. You were asked by the Fazbear manager to repair the arcade game in the daycare attendant's room. He claimed that kids have a lot of requests for an arcade game that is centered on them. I'm confident you'll be able to locate the movie pirate poster at the theater where their room is located.

You can take your time, but with Fazco, they would like to have the required completion by tomorrow morning. We deeply appreciate on what you do for us, and please be careful.

Regards,

Jamil Mariano

The moon themed animatronic sighed. He went to you and gently picked you up. "I'll take you down stairs.. You need to rest Starlight."

You fidgeted with your fingers. "But what about that?...The Fazco, and the arcade?"

"That's why I'm taking you away from it, Star. You've been through enough, you deserve to sleep well."

You leaned on his chest. You could worry about the machine later, right now you trust Moon to have your back... Just, a little nap wouldn't hurt..

The night themed robot emits a lullaby, a great distraction for you to not hear him talk with his other half, that's been talking inside their shared minds.

'Moon?...Do you think they saw him?'

He lets out a tired sigh. "They probably have.."

The Sun began to ramble question after question to fill their minds with. What should they do? Do they need help?- Oh, of course they do! But how do we help them?? Can't we just destroy the arcade machine?! No wait, what if it went to another arcade machine, or worse, what if went through their phone?! Who knows what he have done to our Starshine-

The moon softy hissed at his counter part. it annoyed him to hear him worry like this, yet he understands. He too is worried for their friend's safety, that's why they need to deeply think this through before they might do something rash.

"Let's... Not worry for now, they're safe here.. And we should focus on the present, to be aware of our surroundings... to protect them.."

The rambling died down, and Sun agreed... However, they couldn't really push back down their thoughts, they need to act quicker than him. If they dont want to loose the only friend they have.

[agalactichalo]

Brothers in Arms and Odds (TMNT 2012)

@tmnt-write-fight Attack For @bambiraptorx

A big thank you @awildaspenappeared for helping me write this!

Author Note

Totally not listening to brothers in arms while writing this.

I will probably move this to A03 When I can make an account

Summary

Splinter’s death had left the four brother's relationships strained with tensions high and simply surviving with a false sense of routine and pretending to cope with their Father’s passing. Due to the lack of proper training, self care and especially sleep, a simple fight of the remains of The Foot had them retreating defeated and injured. Tensions snapped and two brothers have to work through their differences and insecurities to move on and start to heal.

OR TLDR: Raph gets his ass beat and he and Leo have a bitch fight before making up.

Word count: 2,560

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A few weeks have passed since Splinter’s death, and no one within the Hamato household is coping well with it. Each of them is dealing with the loss in their own way. Every moment drags on, an endless cycle of distraction and mindless routine.

Michelangelo sleeps most of the time, choosing to avoid the harsh reality of Splinter's absence. This time, there’s no futuristic robot to reverse what’s happened—no way to bring Splinter back. It’s a truth Mikey isn’t ready to face. In his dreams, at least, everything remains as it was, and he’s willing to stay in that world for as long as possible.

Raphael throws himself into his training, his hits growing fiercer with every session. The training dummy doesn’t stand a chance under the relentless barrage of attacks. It’s Chompy, his pet, that occasionally breaks his cycle of aggression. The tenderness with which Raph feeds his alien turtle contrasts sharply with his damaged knuckles and shaky hands, consequences of pushing himself too hard.

Donatello hides away in his lab, avoiding sleep entirely. Every attempt to rest ends in nightmares, haunting him with visions of their father’s death. His near-death experience looms over him too, a constant reminder of how close they came to losing not one, but two family members. So, he focuses obsessively on his ever growing list of to-dos and projects: rebuilding Metalhead, upgrading the Shellraiser, anything he can think of to keep his mind occupied.

Leonardo tries to hold it all together, determined to live up to Splinter’s last command: to be the new sensei. It’s an overwhelming responsibility, but he refuses to let his father down, or his brothers. The weight of leadership is heavier now, after everything they’ve endured, and though the burden grows each day, Leo keeps pushing forward.

The only time the brothers talk anymore is during patrols, and even then, their coordination is lacking. The once effortless flow between them feels now disrupted. Mikey has lost his usual spark, Raph seems more reckless, willing to dive into fights without a second thought, and Donnie appears unfocused, his dislike for his staff more evident than ever. As for Leo, all he can do is watch, trying to lead while feeling like his brothers are slipping further into their own dark cycles.

One night as they race across the rooftops, recent sightings of the Foot Clan in the area bring them to a familiar abandoned warehouse. Smoke billows from the building, and the urgency propels them forward. But when they skid to a stop, Mikey’s momentum sends him over the edge. Leo’s heart leaps into his throat, but he catches Mikey by the lip of his shell in a swift, practiced motion. He put Mikey back on the roof.

Leo breathes in and out, counting under his breath, “One, two, and three,” steadying his nerves. His eyes scan the scene below. Among the Foot soldiers, he spots Tiger Claw and Baxter Stockman—two familiar foes.

He exhales slowly, his mind clearing as he formulates a plan. With a calm, steady voice, he delegates. “Alright, Raph, you’re on Foot duty. Just... don’t break the soldiers like you do the bots. Donnie, I need you to hack into Stockman’s tablet, disarm the Mousers, and gather any intel. Mikey, distract Stockboy, annoy him as much as you can. I’ll take care of Tiger Claw. Understood?”

He didn’t wait for an answer before he kicked off of the roof and flipped as he crashed into the scene very loudly. “Takeshi!” Leonardo yelled. There was no mistaking the mirth in the tiger’s eyes and Leo wasn’t about to give him any more advantages so he rushed forwards, drawing his blades.

The beat of his heart thudded in his tympanum, deafening the clash of Leonardo’s twin katanas locked on Tigerclaw’s machete. Leo felt like he had to take on the biggest threat alone and honestly, Barry Stackmen was not even close to the hardest villain they had to fight. He felt confident to let the other’s handle him without his constant surveillance. He could trust his team.

That was the case until Raph decided the robots weren’t enough of a challenge, his sais spinning in his hands before he steadied them. The middle child running after Tigerclaw, his movements rather unfocused and emotion driven as if this were just another training dummy. Leonardo found himself clutching to his katana’s tighter, he felt worry and annoyance bubble up inside him, “Raph! What are you doing!” He exclaimed in annoyance, turning into anger that seeped venom into his words. “You could’ve gotten hurt or in my way! You-”

Raph would grit his teeth, barely dodging an ice bullet from the enemy. “Yeah? Let you baby us and get hurt? What are you trying to do here Leo? Sacrifice yourself again? Join Spl-” “Raph! Leo! Enough dudes!” Michelangelo interrupts in exasperation. He was tired of their stupid, petty drama that pulled him out of The Zone, trademarked by Dr. Naminstein. He then proceeded to shriek as a Mouser barrelled into the back of his legs that he hadn’t been paying attention to.

Raphael and Leonardo whipped their heads round to the unyielding screech. “Mikey!” They yelled in unison, fear settling deep into them. This unfortunately left them distracted to the original threat facing them. Leo watched helplessly as a flash of red crossed his vision and he saw Raphael landing on the ground. Evidently after being hit with one of Tigerclaw’s lazer’s, a second shot following when his brother tried to get back to his feet.

Leo couldn’t afford to hesitate yet he found his feet glued to the concrete. A Mouser then attempted to bite his arm which shook him back to reality. He saw Mikey and Donnie together, easily fighting off the scientist but the original objective long abandoned.

Raphael was hurt and still climbing to his feet so Leo did the only thing that made sense. He slid in between his brother and Tigerclaw and as loudly as his hoarse voice could go and yelled. “Retreat!”

The safety of the smoke bomb flooded his vision as it exploded on the ground. He hoisted Raph over his shoulders and slunk into the shadows, fleeing back to the rooftops to cooperate. He shoved the fear that they would be followed down until he saw Donnie and Mikey hop over the ledge and join him. Instant relief almost had him forgetting the next plan of action.

With a nod he started sprinting off, ignoring Raphael’s protests and weak hits and demands to be put down. Usually he would’ve quipped back or at least argued with Leo but his silence was deemed serious enough to Raph that he stopped shortly thereafter. Mikey and Donnie were also quiet, even with Mikey’s occasional quips which were more sparse and weaker than usual. All this to say that the journey back had Leo’s body on autopilot and his mind running on overdrive about his failure. He had failed Splinter, his promise to keep his brothers safe, to be a leader and like a sensei and father to them, to be the front line. He had failed- was failing his brothers, his world, his purpose by being inadequate and was he so untrained and indigent that he got so easily distracted in a simple fight to get his brothers hurt was he so useless that- The familiar creak of the turnstiles after they were knocked rang in his ears and brought his mind back to the present. Leonardo let himself take presence in the now. He dumped Raph on the sofa in a more gentle manner, that was more of habit than response considering how hurt his brother was. Leo finally broke his silence. “What were you thinking? Why did you think getting in the way was a good idea you moron.” He then turned to Donnie and had a drastic change to a clear cut and icy tone instead of the fire that had erupted seconds before. “Can you grab the first aid kit for me?”

Raphael’s veins were hotter than lava and his nerves were all fried as he held his anger in. He wanted to scream at his brother, the mental bomb ticking away until Mikey left the room, “what was I thinking?” He laughed bitterly, “What was I thinking? You wanna know what I was thinking? Or do you want to stay on your self righteous high horse and keep pretending everything is fine!”

“Self righteous high horse-?” Leonardo would begin with disinfecting the shots on Raph’s wrist and thigh with a wipe. Luckily it looked mostly surface level for now. “Really? I’m trying to make sure everyone is okay Raph!”

“You’re trying to make sure everyone is okay? What about yourself?!”

“I’m fine Raph, and none of this is about me. I need to make sure you all are okay.” Raph kept pulling away when he had pressed too hard and Leo kept harshly dragging the limbs back in place. “Stay still!”

“None of us are fine Leo, you pretending you are is frustrating!!”

“At least I am trying to help everyone feel better!”

“No, you're trying to replace Splinter!-” there was a moment of silence before Raph would get up, not bothering to wait for Leo to be finished helping him anymore. “It’s like I said before! You were always his favorite and it's no wonder. Now you are even trying to be him!” He snapped before grabbing his sais in his uninjured hand and leaving. Heading out towards the sewers.

Leonardo got up, and made an attempt to go after Raph, however a hand on his shell would stop him, “Let him go bro. He will only get more mad if you try and talk to him now.” Mikey would say softly to his brother.

Minutes would turn into hours as time ticked on, Rapheal having not returned home yet. Leonardo left passing around the commons, eyeing the clock every now and again as he passed it. Eventually he decided enough was enough, it was time to check on his brother, what if he got hurt more? What if Tigerclaw got him? What if he officially quit unlike the 27 other times he has?

Anxiety tearing away at the eldest’s thoughts, till eventually it led him out the lair when he couldn’t just sit back and worry anymore. Running through sewers then moving his focus onto the city, jumping rooftop to rooftop, cold air burning his lungs but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. That was until he noticed a figure sitting in front of him, the door to the rooftop left dented and damaged from having been hit assumingly by his brother.

There was silence, but Raph made a motion to move a sai out of the spot next to him, showing the other he knew the other was there. Allowing him a chance to sit by him, not knowing what to expect out of this action. Though it is one that took Leonardo off guard, he expected to be sent away or need to plea his case as to why he should stay.

Leonardo joined Raph sitting at the ledge of the rooftop, as they both looked out into the dark city.The eldest would finally say, feeling a sinking pain in his chest at the reaction. "Yeah, and how's that working out for you?” Raph’s voice was harsher than he meant, the younger of the two soon moving to get up, however felt a hand on his shoulder keeping him from leaving.

Leo sputtered in protest. “What do you mean, ‘Working out for me? You’re my brother!” Leo sighed and let the fury leave his body. “Look, Raph you can’t keep putting yourself in danger like that. It-I-I can’t keep you safe if you just rush in like that. That’s all I want.”

“You are such an-” “Raphael.” “A hypocrite.” “What? Raph.” “Just listen, Fearless. It’s not your fudging job to protect me. I’m a big turtle and I don’t need you acting like my dad. I had one of them and that was enough for me. I need my brother. I need you to trust me. I ain’t gonna sugar-coat it, Princess. I did get hurt because of you.” Raphael peeled his gaze from the first crackles of dawn on the horizon and landed on his brother’s icy blue eyes filled with fear. Raph could assume he thought his fears were confirmed. He continued, in lieu of his brother’s painful expression and taut shoulders. “That was because you decided to fight me instead of working with me to take down Tiger-face. You decided being a hero and the sole fighter was more important and you didn’t trust me to help. I had already taken out all the stupid, mindless foot soldiers and I  came to help your dumb-” A loud blare of a car horn interrupted Raph and broke his flow. It shut off almost immediately and Raph let out a sigh. “Leo. Can you see what I’m trynna say? I-I don’t need you to bear the weight of everything and throw yourself into everything with the bare bones of a plan based on stupid emotions.” Raph could feel the little emotion he let surface start to make him cringe so he lightly punched Leo’s arm for good measure which caused a bubble of laughter. “Alright, alright.” Leo smiles softly and turns his gaze to the rising embers of the morning. “It's just that It has always been my job to look after you three. Splinter… being gone just made me realise I have no one else to help anymore but… you guys aren’t little kids anymore. I should trust you guys more, I just…”

Leo looked at his hands in his lap and fiddled them together, knowingly avoiding his brother’s frown. He couldn’t look at such a harsh gaze right now knowing he was not only the cause but why it was unwavering. He let the swirling storm of thoughts in his head condense further. He didn’t need to unload that mental baggage right now. Instead he’d do something productive for Raphael, and all his little brothers. It would just also benefit himself too.

“I’m going to try and trust you more. All of you. It won’t be easy but-” “If anyone can do it, it's you, Mr Practice-makes-perfect.” As Raphael spoke he hooked an elbow around his elder brother’s neck, dragged his ugly head down and noogied the scales light heartedly.

“Get off! Raph!” Raph softened at the giggles that bubbled up. Sounds unheard since long before their Sensei’s passing. Raph let his victim go and stood up. He offered a hand with a mirthful grin. “Let’s go home, Leo-nerd-o.” Leo wasn’t born yesterday and betted the hand that would inevitably lead to a headlock or sharp yank or worse and stood up. “Last one home has to get Donnie to eat a full meal!” Leo called a second after he had already started running and lept from the rooftop. Things weren’t perfect. But they would be okay. This was probably the first talk of many- with all of his brothers. Things would never be the same but that was alright. Leo had his brothers.

Maybe one day he wouldn’t put his own life worth under those he cared for but that wasn’t likely.

[ravenwriter16]

'Creative Minds Think Alike'

Episode 1---Episode 2 (You're here already!)---Episode 3—Episode 4--Episode 5--Episode Six--Episode Seven

Featuring the Amazing: @amarynthian-chronicles

Reminder! If the content creator doesn't approve of how I represented them or their AUs then a will edit my work or DELETE it. It's not my intention to mock or belittle anyone's work. This series is suppose to showcase amazing creators!

I do not beta read! I die like Solar from the Sun and Moon show (hehehe...I now have a target on my back)

If you don't like my work don't read it!!!!

I close the door to my home behind me as I step out. It was afternoon now, the sun starting to set over the horizon. My hood was down today unlike last night.

I walk down the path up to the castle, my pace a tad faster than usual since I actual had to schedule an appointment to meet with this Creator.

AND I was NOT going to be late!

My wings flap anxiously behind me as I put my hair into a braid. The tips of my pointed ears were turning red from the cold, so I brush some of my downy feathers (they're like baby hairs to me) to cover and warm them.

Though it was bothersome I still prefer the cold than the scorching heat of summer...

I enter the castle with a small sigh. A staff bot rolls up to me, holding its hands out. I shake my head and dismiss it with a wave of my hand. It backs off as I walk deeper into the castle.

Today I wasn't sticking to the lower floors. Instead, I was going up to one of the towers...

The creepy...PROBABLY haunted towers...

I was halfway up the stairs when a scream rips through the air and bounces off the walls. I shiver, wings closer to my shoulders now. Why do people like this sort of thing?!

I reach the top and find a single door. The metal frame was a tad rusty and had suspicious dark stains. I reach into my side pouch and pull out the second envelope from the pair I had before.

I look at the address on the envelope then step closer to the ruby-encrusted plaque on the door. They matched.

I pull out my pocket watch and check the time. Ten minutes early. What would be the harm if I'd knock now?

I raise my fist to the door. Inches away from connecting to the metal, it creaks open and a small cool breeze blows out.

It blows up some dust (why don't the staff bots clean up here?!) causing me to let out a sneeze.

"Bless you." A deep voice croons.

My gaze rises to meet sharp golden eyes. A tall animatron with marron metal and shiny bronze rays greets me. He had on a black suit that looks like it was pulled from the Victorian era. The black cape he had on made it seem like his shadow rose form the floor to rest over his shoulders.

A golden chain drapes across his chest and in one of his rays was a ruby stud.

White sharp teeth glint in the small light in this tower. "Good afternoon Archvist~."

"Grand Duke." I greet curtly. "I have an appointment this time. So don't even try to pull any tricks."

He chuckles and places a taloned hand on his chest, showcasing a golden ring with one ruby in the middle flanked by two diamonds. "You wound me so, darling~. Please come in."

He opens the door fully, standing to the side to allow me to enter. I eye him as I step through the doorway. He raises a brow, his grin never leaving.

I turn my attention to the room and the breath from my lungs leave. It was like something out of a fairy tale novel. The Grand Hall was elegant yet modern. The colors dark yet soft somehow. Beautiful pillars that connected at the top via arches hold up the domed ceiling.

A short distance in front of me is a staircase that leads up to a platform before splitting into staircases on the left and right.

At the platform is a giant stain glass window, showcasing in vibrant colors a scene of three high ranking fae (I interact with the species a lot, so I know fae when I see them) interacting with a female human. They seem to be trying to gain her attention from a small dark sphere in her hands.

I gasp as the glass in the window shifts, giving the characters life and movement. The yellow fae on the left attempts to give the woman a flower, the blue one from the right tries to give her a harp, while red the one above her (the biggest of the three) attempts to place a crown on her head.

My wings jerk, spreading out in alarm. I snap my pointed gaze at eclipse who retracts his clawed finger away from my spine.

"What have I said about messing with my wings?" I ask, annoyed.

"Sorry, Love. I couldn't resist the opportunity." He folds his hand behind his back, obscuring them with his cape. He saunters in front of me, "I will fetch my lady. Please refrain from touching any of windows."

"Why? Afraid I'll leave smudges on them?" I tease, my wings folding comfortably against my back.

"Oh no, darling~." he chuckles darkling, looking over his shoulder to pin me with his golden gaze. "But I am obligated to warn guest of their unique...talent of trapping people into their worlds..."

I shiver slightly, whether from the new knowledge of the windows (Relm Holders I suppose) or form his tone and gaze, I don't know.

He hums in thought before continuing up the stairs. I wait till he turns to the right stairs and reaches the top without trying anything.

I roll my shoulders and rub the back of my neck. I walk to the center of the Grand Hall and at the foot of the stairs. I take my time looking around, each stained-glass window leaving me equally breathless.

One was of scales of justice. On one plate was a gavel and a rolled-up scroll, while the other had a heart, which had colors of pink, blue, yellow, and red. They kept rising and falling, as if their fate was still undecided.

Right next to it was a scene of the ocean crashing against a rock cliff. Two leviathans and a VERY tall kraken look down at the cliff where a small human with shimmering blue patches of skin sings to them.

The final one was familiar. A certain viscount holds up a paint brush, red paint lining its path as he flourishes it while bowing. The Marquis has a violin under his chin, the musical notes showing and dripping with blood. His eyes closed but the smile on his face filled with mischief. The Grand Duke (Who was taking his sweet time getting his Creator) Holds up a large diamond, one of his fangs stained red.

The poor dear suffering the affections holds up one hand to stop the three from doing anything to rash, yet behind her back she holds a wooden stake.

I snort, "I'll have to meet this one. To be able to put up with those three...In fact all these Place-Holders have to put up a lot..."

I look back up at the stairs, crossing my arms. My shoulders tense as I hear the sound of heels clicking on tile. I bow as a regal figure starts her descent down the stairs.

"Amarynthian-Chronicles," I bow, "It's an honor to finally meet you."

"The honor's all mine." She responds.

I straighten up, finally getting a good view of her. On top of her head was a crown made of black shattered glass that seemed to shift and swirl as if there was mist trapped in each shard. A see-through red veil covers her face

Her black hair was down but curled around her elvan ears. Her red pixie wings flutter slightly behind her. Everything about her color wise was red, black, gray, orange or yellow. She had on a beautiful ball gown with a gorgeous closed shawl that had gems sewn into the fabric.

Her blood red eyes regard me with curiosity and mischief. If I didn't already know she was a creator, I would have mistaken her for High-Ranked Royal Fae.

She meets be at the base of the stairs. She gives me an apologetic look as she moves the veil over her head so that it was no longer covering her. "So sorry about the last time you tried to pay me a visit."

"It's alright, I should've known better than to not take Moon's threats for granted..."

"He does not joke when it comes to his booby-traps..." She hisses through clenched teeth.

She then gestures to a table with two chairs...That were NOT there before. Seeing my stunned expression, she laughs and puts a hand on her hip. "You alright?"

"Oh yes!" I blush, "Sorry...You'd think I'd get used to it by now..."

We both share a laugh as we sit down. She rubs her hands together< "Now! I believe you have something for me to look over and possibly sign, correct?"

"Yes." I nod. I bend over to the side a bit to dig through my side pouch while Amarynthian-Chroniclesclaps her hands in delight.

"I've been meaning to get this over with for a while but the old man who you took over for was SO forgetful..."

I nod my head, humming in agreement. I shout in delight when I find the envelope but then a shadow falls over me and my smile quickly morphs into a frown.

"Dear Duke," I get out through gritted teeth.

"Yes~?" He bends over me and I'm forced to look at his smug face.

"Can refrain from bothering me for at least two seconds?"

"I'm afraid not. It would be pure torture to let you go unbothered, my darling Raven~."

"Eclipse." Amarynthian-Chronicles warns with a snap of her finger. The Grand Duke pulls back with a small chuckle and then walks over to stand behind her.

"I apologize, my gem~. But the Archivist is too easy to rile up."

I shoot him a glare before handing Amarynthian-Chronicles the envelope. She opens it and pulls out an introductory letter and a stack of papers.

"Wow...it's really stacked up." She mumbles. With a wave of her hand the papers fly in a circle around her head. Her eyes quickly scanning each one.

I lean back in my seat with a sigh, stretching out my arms to relieve some of the tension. It works for a moment but when I look up to find Eclipse licking his fangs while maintain eye contact with me, the tension comes flooding back.

"Don't you have a Place-Holder to go bother?" I snap.

"Dear Y/n is with my brothers currently." Eclipse rolls his eyes and puts one hand on his hip and waves the other in the air dismissively. "They are showing her around the palace. Boring really. I'm here trying to entertain myself."

"Ahuh..."

"By the way Raven, how would you like to join in my blood gem collection~? Just a drop of your precious red and you'll be immortalized."

"Okay One, I'm already immortal you leech-,"

"Rude~."

"Two, you are not tricking me to become your servant for the rest of eternity..."

"But it would be so fun-,"

"FOR YOU-,"

"Alright, alright..." Amarynthian-Chronicles claps her hands together and the papers neatly stack on top of each. It lands on the table with a soft thud. She blows over the top form and her signature appears.

"I found no fault with these forms. You now have my John Hancock."

"Thank you, Madam." I stand up and grab the stack of papers, leaving the introductory note with her. "If you ever have any questions, concerns, or statements you'd liked to make about the castle, please feel free to message me or visit my mushroom."

"Mushroom...That sounds like fun!" She nods her head, "I will come down if the need arises...OR if I'm bored..."

I laugh, "I would appreciate your company all the same! Have a pleasant evening."

I give another bow to her. Then I turn my attention to Eclipse, "Duke." I nod.

"Archivist." He responds back with a softer tone and a small bow. But I could see the glint in his eyes.

I turn tail and get out of there, slightly flying as my wings anxiously beat.

I close the door softly behind me, hearing the two on the other side laughing at my behavior. I sigh and start the descent down the stairs to the first floor of the castle.

I have meet with two creators so far. And I'm sure there will be more to come...

***

Episode two is completed!

This was so much fun to write and I hope you all enjoyed reading it!

Have a fantastic day or night!

[morningstar-chronicles]

RAHHHH YOU HAVE A FNAF DR!!! TELL ME MORE TELL ME MORE!

are you shifting to a specific game, and are the animatronics safe and friendly or are you thrill seeking and shifting to where you are a security guard?? who's your fave animatronic??

i have a couple fnaf DRs! fnaf 4 minigame-era where i'm charlie and sammy's older sister and i'm dating michael afton (my pookie bear 🥹) which kind of has the plot of all those time travel michael afton fix-it fics on ao3 except i'm the one fixing everything lol. the animatronics aren't super central to this one tbh but they also aren't haunted

i also have a fnaf security breach kid DR where i just chill at the pizzaplex with a bunch of my friends and do kid stuff (play at the arcade, eat junk food, play in the daycare, stuff like that). animatronics also aren't super central here and i only ever really interact with staff bots

finally i have a fnaf security breach technician DR based off of a tiktok comic i saw forever ago. i'll do some sifting and link the creator here when i find it but in this one the animatronics are actively my friends

my fav animatronic has gotta be either glamrock freddy or monty gator tbh but from the original four foxy or chica was always my fav. foxy because he was legit the coolest and chica because she was the only one who was canonically a girl back then lmao 😭

edit: it's called the fix-it au by @/daenadraws on tiktok!

[dykevanny]

Hello. I'd like to ask a question about my favorite ending from fnaf security breach.

What do you think of the ending of "Disassembled Vanny"?

Honestly, I don’t think about it too much but it’s a very good tragic ending. To think we were so close to the happiest ending and yet so far…

I think Vanny dying to the hordes of puppeted staff bots is pretty cool, a quick ‘haha vengeance for freddy’ from gregory/greg protecting himself with the only way he sees how (thus perpetuating the cycle but it seemed like his only option) and is a cool way for her to die! A puppet so close to having its strings cut only to be ripped from this world painfully and bloodily? Crazy.

Also the implication of her still haunting the plex and stuff is fun to consider. For me

All in all a good ending. I’ve never had the heart to get it in game because i love her too much though LOL

[sweethoneyrose83]

Five Nights at Freddy's Hospital AU Writing prompts:

1. Animatronic Doctors and Nurses

After a freak accident, you're admitted to a hospital where all the staff are animatronics. Each one has a specific specialty: Freddy as a surgeon, Chica as a nurse, Bonnie as a therapist, and Foxy in charge of emergency care. You soon realize they have an unsettling way of "treating" patients. Can you escape before your "treatment" begins?

2. The Midnight Shift

You’re the new night shift nurse at Freddy Fazbear's Hospital for Animatronic Injuries. The hospital runs like a normal one during the day, but at night, the animatronics become strange, following you through the halls. Can you survive the shift and uncover the secret about the patients?

3. Possessed Medical Equipment

Strange things happen at Fazbear Hospital, especially with the medical equipment. The X-ray machine shows images of animatronics, the heart monitor beeps in eerie rhythms, and the surgical tools sometimes move on their own. The hospital seems alive, and it wants something from you.

4. A Mysterious Patient

A new patient is brought into the hospital’s restricted ward, heavily bandaged and unconscious. Rumor has it that they’re an animatronic, but their file says they were human. As part of the night staff, you’re tasked with watching over them. One night, you hear them whisper your name.

5. Animatronic Rehabilitation

After years of malfunctioning and being hostile, the animatronics from Fazbear’s Pizzeria are sent to Fazbear Psychiatric Hospital for rehabilitation. You’re the only human nurse assigned to their care. They claim they aren’t crazy—just misunderstood. But every time you let your guard down, something terrifying happens.

6. Infected by the Virus

A virus spreads through the hospital, infecting both human staff and animatronics alike. The symptoms are different for each, with humans becoming aggressive and animatronics behaving in strange, almost human ways. You’re immune to the virus, but that makes you a target—by both groups.

7. Haunted Pediatric Wing

The pediatric wing of Fazbear Hospital is said to be haunted by the spirits of missing children, and the animatronic toys in the playroom are acting strange. As the new pediatrician, you start hearing laughter in the middle of the night, and some of the toys seem to move when you aren’t looking.

8. The Therapy Program

Glamrock Bonnie has been reprogrammed as a therapy bot for patients with PTSD and anxiety. However, during your sessions, you begin to feel like you’re the one being manipulated. Bonnie’s behavior becomes more unsettling, asking personal questions about your past, and you begin to wonder if this "therapy" is more dangerous than healing.

9. Underground Lab

Beneath the hospital is a secret lab where failed animatronic experiments are kept. One day, you accidentally stumble upon it during your rounds. The animatronics aren’t dead—they’re waiting. And now that you’ve seen them, they aren’t letting you leave.

10. The Visiting Hours

Patients complain about strange visitors that come during the night—dark figures resembling animatronics but with glowing red eyes. The hospital denies any late-night visits, but you’ve seen the shadows. What do these "visitors" want from the patients, and why do they seem to linger near you?

11. Animatronics in the ICU

After a devastating incident at Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex, several employees are rushed to the ICU of a nearby hospital. However, as they recover, strange things begin happening at night—flickering lights, odd noises, and glimpses of animatronics wandering the halls. Are they hallucinations, or is something sinister lurking?

12. The Pediatric Ward

The children in the hospital's pediatric ward love the animatronics visiting to cheer them up during the day, but one night, one of the animatronics doesn't leave. The nurses dismiss the children's claims that Freddy is watching over them as nighttime paranoia. However, the night shift nurse soon discovers that not all animatronics are friendly.

13. Vanny's Surgical Game

Vanny poses as a new surgeon in the hospital and begins experimenting with new "procedures." Staff begin to disappear one by one, and the hospital staff must uncover the truth behind their new colleague before they become her next patient.

14. Possessed Life Support Systems

A patient in critical condition is hooked up to a state-of-the-art life support system. However, the machine begins to malfunction—blaring unsettling noises and playing Freddy’s jingle. When a nurse investigates, she finds evidence that the equipment has been hacked by none other than the twisted spirit of a former employee, now inhabiting the hospital’s systems.

15. Glamrock Bonnie’s Hidden Wing

While working a late shift, a security guard stumbles upon an old, forgotten wing of the hospital that isn’t on the blueprints. Inside, they find animatronic parts scattered among outdated medical equipment. As they try to leave, they realize they're not alone—Glamrock Bonnie, who had disappeared from the Pizzaplex, is hiding there for reasons unknown.

16. The Night Shift Experiment

The hospital staff on the night shift are aware of strange new patients being admitted—patients whose charts are suspiciously blank. Each one has vague connections to the Fazbear Entertainment franchise. As the night progresses, the staff start encountering disturbing apparitions of animatronics and feel an unsettling presence as if they are being watched…or hunted.

17. Springtrap in the Morgue

After a series of brutal accidents at Fazbear locations, several bodies are brought to the hospital’s morgue. Unbeknownst to the staff, one of the bodies is housing the vengeful spirit of Springtrap. Strange occurrences start happening in the morgue—body bags are ripped open, and a decaying animatronic figure begins moving.

18. Vanessa’s Recovery

After a near-fatal accident, Vanessa is taken to the hospital for recovery. As she drifts in and out of consciousness, she sees a white bunny mask hovering over her bed and hears whispers urging her to act. Is Vanny trying to break free, or is something even darker at play?

19. Possessed Equipment

The medical equipment in the hospital begins to behave strangely, with heart rate monitors playing the music from Freddy Fazbear's band and X-ray machines showing shadowy animatronic figures inside patients. A few staff members notice, but when they try to speak out, they are met with dismissals or disappearances.

20. Freddy's Therapy Session

A hospital psychologist is assigned to work with a patient who claims to be haunted by memories of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. As the psychologist delves into the patient's history, they realize that these memories aren't just psychological scars—they're signs of something much more real and dangerous.

[syrro33]

Cleaning bot Mondo

Something you probably never thought you would hear or see haha. In the security breach au that me and someone have mondo is a cleaning staff bot. Obviously he doesn't look like this but he is indeed glamrock themed :).

I wish I remembered the youtubers name but I don't but they have some really cool 1900s styled fnaf art and I was a little inspired hehe.

Let this haunt your dreams. 🌟

🍥Have a great day/night!🍥

[enthrallinglyeden]

TIMING: pre-finale LOCATION: wicked's rest public library PARTIES: eve @technowarden and eden @enthrallinglyeden SUMMARY: eve and eden are stuck in the library until the fog and lightning dies down. CONTENT WARNINGS: none!

In his few months in Wicked’s Rest, Eden had already developed an enemy. It wasn’t some strange creature lurking in the shadows or a powerful spellcaster that had it out for him. No, the supernatural had nothing on his real enemy. The ancient computers in the library haunted him daily, always making his life worse just for the sake of it. Sometimes they would turn off on their own, other days they’d refuse to turn off at all. No matter how many times Eden slammed his hand on the computer, it was like the piece of junk had a mind of its own. Simply put, it was mocking him, and he was done letting a computer be his downfall.

He had suggested a few times to his boss that they just replace the computers all together, Eden could’ve easily made a hefty donation that would’ve covered the complete cost anyways. However, he was turned down every time. According to his co-workers, the ghosts despised changes to the library, and Eden was not going to be the newcomer who pissed off the ghosts. 

His next best option was to call in reinforcements — at least the ghosts seemed to approve of tech support. Eden wasn’t sure if anyone was going to answer his initial call. After all, anyone with an understanding of technology would know that these computers were beyond saving. But then Eve by her own free will, and she managed to keep the computers alive from week to week. Sometimes, she even got them to work fast, and that was as big of a miracle that Eden could ever hope of seeing.

“Thank you again, really,” he said to the woman, resting his hand on the table as she worked on one of the computers. It was a late night for both of them today, with the library essentially deserted just minutes before closing time. A part of Eden felt bad that it took Eve until the evening to figure out the issues today, but she seemed to enjoy her work and it wasn’t like he was in much of a rush to go home either. “Seriously, we owe you big time. If there’s anything I can do for you, just say the word.”

—

The town was ending. Unfortunately, this was happening slowly, on a timeline only the demons could see. While Eve did what she could, sometimes her job involved just waiting, whether that was for a program to upload, or for someone to click on one of her promoted adverts, or for an email reply. Hers was a hunt of patience. Which meant Eve had time for her other unending pursuits, such as maintaining the library computer systems.  

Unlike most of Eve’s contract work, she didn’t ask for payment from the library. Maintaining the computers they had was fulfilling work, despite how decrepit they might be. 

The irony of it didn’t escape her. Here, the master of deceptions and suppressing information was helping ensure people could reach it. But libraries were so much more than their books and computers, genuine community hubs for people from every walk of life. That said, if playing nice with the library staff made it easier for her to occasionally modify a database or “misplace” a book if something looked like it might interfere with her core mission. It was also true that the company was nothing to sneeze at. While he was often busy, it was nice chatting to Eden when he wasn’t, about whichever books they might be reading. When he wasn’t around, Eve hummed quietly as she worked, updating drivers and replacing faulty fans.  Every hour or so, she’d pause to check through her phone, and set off any bot commands she needed to. But she didn’t suspect Eden minded all that much. 

“That’s alright. No need to thank me,” Eve replied, dropping the last fried fan that she had replaced from a computer tower into her bag. Or thank anyone, for that matter, but Eve couldn’t exactly tell him that. As he offered her a favour, Eve dropped a hand on her hip, tapping her chin with her other hand, as if seriously considering it. 

“You know, there is one thing you could do for me,” Eve said slowly, turning back to Eden with a slow smile. It was the same favour she asked every week, and every week Eden said no.  “You could upgrade this computers to something from this decade. For some of them, I’ll even just settle for something from this century.” She eyed a couple of the desktops in the corner that were almost as old as she was. “I just don’t get it. You can get computers second hand that wouldn’t need their drivers checked every month. I’m not sure how long we can keep doing this Sysiphus bit before the proverbial rock stops moving altogether.”

—

Eden shook his head while offering Eve an apologetic smile. He should’ve seen it coming as soon as he offered her a favour. After all, it had become a sort of running joke between the two of them over the weeks. “Haven’t you learned to save your breath by now?” He said with a glint in his eye. She knew very well that Eden would replace every computer in a blink of an eye if it were up to him. 

“Though I do look forward to the one week where I can finally give you a different answer, I wouldn’t get my hopes up. Unlike Sysiphus’ proverbial rock, ours is powered by the spirits of angry library ghosts, and I don’t think they have any plans of letting this piece of junk go anytime soon.” In truth, Eden had yet to really catch a ghost in action in the library, but it was an added amusement to his day when he got to spread the stories amongst the library’s patrons. Not that he didn’t believe they existed — they probably did, but after getting to know more about the supernatural happenings of Wicked’s Rest, grumpy old ghosts were the least of his worries.

“Of course if this commitment ever becomes too time-consuming, I can push harder with the staff to replace everything so you won’t have to make all these trips,” Eden said, furrowing his brow. Of course he was aware of the fact that Eve was offering her services for free, and he didn’t want to have to turn to her when she had other paying customers to tend to. The library would have to change with the times eventually, and if there was anyone who could convince the library ladies to do so, it would likely be him. 

Eden pulled his phone out of his pocket as Eve finished up with the last computer. 9:07 pm. Not considerably overtime, but late enough to be closing up. He proceeded to the nearby window to make sure it was shut all the way — who knew what wild creature he’d come back to in the morning otherwise. However, something else caught his attention as he put his hand on the latch. Standing by the window that would usually give Eden a clear view of the parking lot, neither his nor Eve’s vehicles were visible past a pitch-black fog. “Wow, it’s dark out. Do you know if they said anything about a storm tonight?” 

—

“You can’t blame a girl for trying,” Eve shook her head, looking up at him from her chair. “Uh huh. Just blame the imaginary ghosts, and definitely not your colleagues who are afraid of progress,” Eve teased, hoping he was joking about the ghosts, or that he had already picked up the Wicked’s Rest superstitions. “I don’t mind. Actually, I kinda like the challenge. Your computers have problems I’ve never seen before. But if you upgraded just a couple of them, you might have less of a headache during the part of the week where I can’t be here.”

“No. I guess the sun is setting earlier and earlier every day,” Eve replied. She stood up, frowning as she peered out of the windows. Even with the sun down, they should have been able to see the street lights, but there was a thick fog dimming the light. Her brow furrowed even deeper. The other problem with fall was that fog was a natural part of the weather. Was this fog or was it The Fog that a couple people had already mentioned to her? Eve wasn’t willing to risk it. She stepped back, turning to face Eden. “You’re right, the weather looks miserable out there. We should probably hole up here until it passes, just to be safe. At least I have good company.” 

It might be worth getting further away from the entrance too. “As I’m here, I noticed you had a bit of a dodgy-looking electrical socket on the far left back there. Wanna see if I can do something about that while the weather clears?”

—

“Hey, you try telling Helen that you’re replacing the only piece of technology she knows how to use in this town,” Eden said as he threw his hands up in the air. His co-workers were like the stereotypical elderly ladies he saw on TV, but on the rare occasion, he’d seen people get on their bad sides. If he knew what was good for him, he had no intention of being on the receiving end of their wrath. Eve did have a point though. The responsibility fell on him when things broke down on the days she wasn’t present, and it wasn’t like Eden even knew a damn thing about technology. “I’ll consider it. For both of our sakes.”

For now, Eden was going to focus on the more pressing issue at hand. The fog was darker and thicker than any fog he’d witnessed before, even more so than the occasional smog that would cover Shanghai. He hummed in agreement at Eve’s suggestion to stay put. “Hm, well how can I say no to being called good company?” Eden smirked, closing the window tight before heading back to where Eve stood. Inflated ego aside, there’d be no point in trying to navigate his way back home in this weather anyways. 

“Oh! Yeah, I forgot about that one. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Seems to be the running theme in this building,” Eden said as he started leading Eve to the back left of the room. “I’ve been meaning to ask, how did you become so skilled with tech anyways? You’re probably more efficient than any other electrician I’ve dealt with.” If they were going to be holed up in the library for now, the least Eden could do was try and get to know the woman. 

—

“Let me try. I’m so persuasive! I’ll take her out for a coffee, tell her how impressive it is to be the guardian of all knowledge as a librarian, and then I’ll hold her hand and assure her that computers are so much easier to use now, and she’s so smart she’ll figure it out right away.” Eve shook her head, smiling. “I think it would be good for everyone involved.”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” Well, Eve would, but for once it was reasonably truthful. Her brow stayed furrowed as she followed Eden through to the back. She couldn’t help but glance back at the window a few more times. It was a cloying fog. 

“Oh, I’m not an electrician! I can just about wire a socket, not a whole house. As for the computer stuff, well, I’m just a natural,” Eve replied, “I was born knowing how to do all this!”  

“I mean, the far less sexy answer is that I spend way too much time working on this stuff, both as a hobby and a job. But that would make me uncool, and we couldn’t have that!” Eve grinned up at him unconvincingly. She had been about to continue her joke, when a flash of light lit up the windows, followed immediately by an ear deafening crack of thunder. Tilting her head, Eve frowned at the window. For a moment, it had looked as if the lightning had travelled through the fog itself. Which wasn’t how that worked, right? 

Lightning flashed through the fog again, this time plunging the library into darkness. When the thunder crashed, so did a window. 

—

“As long as you’ve got a plan to wine and dine her, I won’t say no,” Eden smiled at Eve’s generosity. Accepting help was still something he was trying to work on, or rather, accepting help from others and not feeling like a burden. Though the fact that this was all for the sake of the library was a comfort to his conscience. 

“Hey, wiring a socket is already more than what I can do, so in my head you’re an electrician,” Eden joked as he guided them through the shelves to the socket in question. The library was notorious for being dim even with all of the overhead lights on, and he could only hope that it was enough light for Eve to work under. “Being so talented at anything is cool, whether it’s because of natural talent or years of practice. You can trust me on that. As a librarian, I am obviously a trusted authority on what’s cool,” Eden said, winking at the woman.

However, their banter was cut short by a sudden flash of light, followed by the loudest noise Eden had ever heard in his life. He instinctively brought his hands up to his ears, wincing at the thunder. Funny, he thought to himself as he peered out the closest window. It wasn’t raining when he last looked through the fog. Perhaps it was a sign of the weather to come. As if on cue, a bright flash blinded the library once again and Eden stopped in his tracks. This time, the lightning had taken the rest of the building’s lights with it. He wasn’t too worried about navigating the dark since he could still sense Eve’s presence at his side, but it was the following crack of thunder that officially sent things into chaos. 

Somewhere to his right, he heard glass shattering. “What the fuck,” he whispered under his breath, as if speaking normally would attract nature’s wrath once again. Eden cautiously turned out of the aisle they were in, glancing at the shards of glass on the floor below a completely destroyed window. “Oh my god, that’s going to be a pain in the ass to fix,” he said with a groan.  Eden turned to face Eve, about to open his mouth to say something, when the next flash of lightning hit. A crash of thunder predictably followed suit, but neither of them were prepared for the window overhead of where they stood to break with it. 

“Fuck!” Eden yelped as the glass started to fly, bringing his arm over his face to try and lessen the impact. He hissed at the sharp sting he felt on the back of his hand, but regardless reached down to grab Eve’s arm to pull her back to the aisle. “Get away from the windows. Now.”

—

Eden pulled Eve through the aisle, to the furthest wall from any windows. She kept her eye on the fog and the windows as they kept moving, hopping over shattered glass. More crashes of thunder followed flashes of lightning, but no windows shattered for now. The mist did not pour into the library, but instead clung to the edges of the windows forebodingly. Something wet ran down Eve’s wrist. She glanced down, and winced. “Eden, you’re bleeding.” She grabbed a flashlight from her backpack to see while they came to a standstill. 

“Let me see?” Eve asked. “Just to keep you going until you can get a professional to look at it. I’m trained in first aid, even have a little kit in my bag.” Not to mention second aid, or third… or fourth. Most hunters preferred to avoid the emergency room where possible, so were exceedingly well versed in patching themselves and each other back up, and keeping the wounds looked after. While the precautions and healing times for humans were different, the base principles were the same.

Eden offered his hand, and Eve took it in hers carefully, looking it over. “It’s not so bad.” A hunter probably wouldn’t even worry about it, but perhaps that spoke more to the callous disregard that most hunters showed their own bodies, having been taught to see them as little more than weapons. “You might even avoid the medical bill entirely.” She fished her first aid kit from her backpack, and found a counter to start setting up on. 

—

The storm was relentless, but they seemed to be spared from any more flying glass for now. Catching their breaths as they reached the furthest wall from any windows, Eden finally took a proper look at his hand. Probably not an incredibly deep cut, but still enough for a stream of blood to run down his wrist onto Eve’s. “Ew. I’m so sorry,” he said with a wrinkle of his nose. He was never really fond of blood, even back in the colony when he was still eating hearts. Ever since swearing off of them, his dislike of the metallic scent only grew.

A part of Eden wondered why an IT contractor like Eve would need to know first aid, but then again, it just seemed like a good skill to have in a town like Wicked’s Rest. Whenever he had gotten scrapped up in the past, whether it was in his human or siren form, he always had someone to patch him up. He was on his own now — perhaps it was time he learned to do so himself. 

Though deciding that now wasn’t the best time to ask Eve where she’d gotten her first aid training, Eden stuck out his hand for her when prompted. “That’s a relief,” he said after she thoroughly analyzed the cut. Not that a medical bill would’ve been much of a hassle for him, but he did like to avoid the hospital if possible. Eden watched as Eve pulled a first aid kit out of her bag, trying not to think about how much this would sting in a few moments. “It seems like I can’t stop owing you favors.”

In order to distract himself as Eve got to work on his hand, Eden let his gaze wander to the broken windows. With how thick the fog outside seemed to be, he was half-expecting it to trickle its way into the building. However, the mist seemed to stop right at the threshold of the library. “This weather is so ominous…” Eden said as he reached for the flashlight with his good hand, shining it for Eve so that he didn’t feel completely useless. “I’ve been in some pretty bad storms, seen lightning that has knocked the power out of entire blocks, but never something this…destructive.”

—

“Don’t worry about it. My siblings and I used to rough house as kids all the time, cleaning up scrapes was pretty much an every-day thing.” Eve smiled up at him. Rough-housing was a generous term, and so were scrapes. When she’d been very small and it had just been play, her old siblings had insisted on patching up every little thing, but as soon as her hunter training had begun, Eve was just as responsible for taking care of the hunting wounds on her adult siblings as they had been for her training scratches. 

“This’ll sting,” she warned, carefully wiping down his hand with disinfectant on gauze. The bleeding was already slowing, fortunately. There were no glass splinters in the wound either, but she opened a sachet of saline anyway, just to clear the wound. “You don’t owe me anything, Eden. Seriously. I don’t believe much in counting favours or tracking debts.” In the same way she didn’t often thank people. Just because she couldn’t feel a fae nearby didn’t mean you didn’t need to watch your words. “It’s just, you know, being part of the community.”

While she was focused in on carefully adding butterfly strips across the cut, Eve did occasionally glance up, watching the mist, and for what might emerge from it. Despite her gnawing concern, Eve’s tone stayed light. “The weather by the coast can be so unpredictable. I’ve never seen a thunderstorm without wind or rain,” — or clouds — “but I guess that can happen with the mixing weather fronts. We’ll have to get something to cover the broken windows, though.”

— 

Even with Eve’s warning, Eden couldn’t help but grimace when the disinfectant touched the cut. His pain tolerance used to be better but ever since settling himself behind the library desk, his body had become used to a life of plush office chairs. Perhaps he needed to take up sparring again, just as he used to do regularly with the other members of the colony in both his human and true forms. That was the closest he ever had to the sibling rough housing that Eve described, though of course he wouldn’t tell her that in such exact detail.

Community was such a meaningless word to Eden. It was always a sentiment that the colony pushed for, but never something he actually felt from them. He knew that was part of the reason why he came to Wicked’s Rest in the first place. He craved the supernatural community he never had, but it was hard to be open about his true identity when he still wasn’t quite sure who to trust. For now, maybe he’d just have to focus on his human community. Returning lost items, helping someone cross the street, or tending to a wound in Eve’s case. “Just being part of the community,” Eden repeated out loud with a small nod of acknowledgement, more so for his own sake rather than Eve’s. 

He let his eyes drift to the windows, or what was left of them anyways, as Eve continued her work. “Yeah, probably the mixing weather fronts…” Eden said with a hint of uncertainty. There was always the possibility that it was something else, something more, but believing that the destruction was purely caused by nature was the only thing keeping him sane. Eden pursued his lips as he began to think. “I cleared out some cardboard boxes earlier and they might be big enough to cover the windows. The only thing is they’re out back with the rest of the trash and recycling…like, outside.” 

— 

“Exactly,” Eve smiled, taping down the last bit of gauze and gently smoothing the tape over his skin with her thumb. “We take care of each other. Especially when the weather gets shit.” This was the duality of hunting. You were built to spill blood and to have your blood spilt, to give everything to a population who had forgotten how to do anything other than take. Their large communities were what kept humans safe, and they had forgotten how to treasure it. It drove Eve up the wall, sometimes. This was why she came to the library and fixed the computers. Libraries were community hubs, and not everything that helped humans had to be life or death. It was why she helped Eden. “There you go. Just ensure you'll see a medical professional if it becomes infected, okay?”

Her eyes followed his to the windows. She frowned, weighing her options. There were things in the fog, she knew. Cardboard wasn’t going to hold much out for long, but then neither did glass it might just hide that there was someone in here to hurt. Better than nothing. She tilted her head, considering. “Hmm. How lightning proof are you feeling? You know, they say it never hits twice in the same place.” She didn’t sound optimistic despite her cheery words, because she wasn’t. Eve did not fancy being hit by lightning, but she fancied a human doing it even less. “I guess no time like the present, right? How far is your recycling from out here?”

—

“Right. Duly noted, doc,” Eden replied with a click of his tongue, though he was hoping she wouldn’t notice how her words went through one ear and out the other. He preferred avoiding the doctor’s office for as long as he could — not because he distrusted them, but because of the possibility that they’d discover something that they shouldn’t. Back home, he had only ever seen doctors who were sirens themselves for that very reason. He didn’t have that much faith in human technology to be able to expose him like that, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. 

Though the possibilities of infection were probably slim with how solid Eve’s patchwork was. Quite impressive for an IT contractor, really. Eden admired the bandaging on his hand once more before turning his attention to the library’s back door. “No idea how lightning proof I am, but I feel like I’m about to find out,” he said, his humor faltering as much as Eve’s optimism did. 

“It’s at the corner of the back parking lot. Probably 30 seconds there, 30 seconds back. Of course, that’s if everything goes smoothly…” he trailed off, already trying to envision the most effective way for him to get the cardboard. There was no way he was letting a human go out there with the destructive lightning, let alone the risk of whatever was lurking in the fog. “Don’t worry though, I like to think I’m a pretty fast runner.”

—

“Oh, you’re so chivalrous, but I guarantee I’m faster,” Eve replied with a playful wink. Which… was technically true. In certain situations. Like when she was wearing her running leg instead of her walking leg. While her walking leg allowed for a brief brisk jog (faster than any human would manage on the same leg), it wasn’t Warden speed. It didn’t really matter, by the time she was out there, it would be too late for him to stop her. There was no way she was letting a human risk their life on her behalf. “The captain should stay with his ship, and this is your library. Anyway, I need someone ready to catch the cardboard when I throw it through.”

She didn’t give him time to argue, dashing out the door before he could reply. The momentary satisfaction of winning was quickly overturned with the threat of the thick fog. Squinting, Eve hurried over to where Eden had described, half running, half hopping on her good leg. 

—

Eden scoffed at Eve’s challenge, though he was admittedly grateful that she was able to bring some humor to their bleak circumstances. “I mean, I’m flattered that you think this is my ship. Nancy would heavily disagree. I swear she thinks she owns the pla–” His rambling came to a halt at the sound of the back door flinging open, Eve running past him in a blur of motion. 

“Eve! Damn it…” Eden scrambled to the door, only catching the slightest view of the top of her head before she disappeared into the fog completely. She is undoubtedly much faster than me, he couldn’t help but think to himself, though he was going to blame it on the fact that he had been distracted. Focus, Eden. There were clearly bigger issues at hand than his bruised ego. 

He took a step out the door, the thick fog quickly enveloping him. Practically clinging to his body, it was unlike any fog he’d ever experienced before. For a second, Eden thought back to Eve’s orders about staying put. However, he quickly wrote off the option. He was a siren after all — even if he lost sight of the library, he was confident he’d still be able to find his way back. Another reason why he needed to go help Eve, and one of the rare moments that he was grateful for his siren DNA. 

Continuing forward, Eden walked the direction to the recycling that he’d done day in and day out. “Eve? Where are you?” He called out, though he kept his voice low. If there really was something lurking in the blinding fog, the last thing he wanted to do was draw their attention. Eden furrowed his brow as he neared the recycling area. The pull back towards the library overwhelmed his body, but he was determined to finish what he’d started. “Eve, are you okay?”

—

Eve jogged, arms raised like she might fend off the lightning if it came for her. There was something desperately human about it, in the same way a human would try to claw uselessly at a vampire, Eve still raised her arms to fight nature itself. Even if the nature was far from natural. 

There were no waypoints visible through the fog, so she stretched her fingers out to run them along the side of the library walls, until she reached the fence of the car park and followed that. When she caught sight of the recycling bins, Eve hurried forward, grabbing the large cardboard pieces.

Something scuttled by in the corner of her eye. Eve spun, squinting into the fog. Nothing. But then again, she heard the crackling of something creeping nearby. There was something out here. 

There was something else, too, calling her name through the fog, like the foghorn on a lighthouse…. 

“Eden? What the hell are you doing out here?” Fucking humans. Always too damn eager to help. “We need to go, now!” If she grabbed his arm a little too tight, she did not notice. If she pulled him just an inch too fast, back towards where she remembered the library being, she didn’t care. There were ways to lie about the source of your superhuman-ness later, it was much harder to lie about a dead corpse. 

Eve had plenty of practice, of course, but she actually liked her little visits with the local librarian. It wasn’t a place she wanted to practice her duty. 

—

There was no immediate response, but Eden swore he sensed movement near him. His eyes darted around the area, as if he’d be able to catch anything through the fog. Silence washed over him for a second as he contemplated what to do next, but the sudden hand on his arm jerked him back to full attention. 

Though the fog still clung to them, Eve was standing close enough that Eden could identify her — close enough that he could make out the furrowed brow on her face. “I’m here to make sure you didn’t die after you recklessly ran out here,” he hissed. Humans were always too confident for their own good. Most of them didn’t even know half of what was lurking out there, only finding out when they took fangs or claws to the leg. Even if Eve thought her physical capabilities were above average, what good would a human do against a siren song or a banshee scream?

But now was not the time to be contemplating the existence of humans, and Eve seemed to think so too by the way her grip tightened on his arm. On another day, maybe he’d whine that she was pulling him too aggressively, but Eden wanted to get back inside as much as the next person. He even followed Eve’s lead considering she was moving with such certainty, not wanting to get in the way of whatever she was trying to prove to herself by running out here in the first place. He’d be ready in an instant if things went awry though, which they seemingly often did in this town. 

A few metres forward and the library building started coming into view, at least the silhouette of it that was visible through the fog. Before Eden could feel too relieved, a shattering clap of thunder boomed over their heads. Even though he knew what was going to come next, he didn’t want to stick around to make sure. “Hurry,” Eden said as if that wasn’t what they were already doing, but he instinctively shoved Eve through the door anyway. The following bolt of lightning felt close enough to make the hairs on neck stand, but he didn’t dare look back to see what the damage was. Slamming the door behind them, Eden had never felt more relieved to be standing in the library. 

“So…” Eden began, eyes darting between Eve’s face and the cardboard in her hand before he let out a nervous laugh. “I think that went pretty well.”

—

"How is you being here going to protect me from lightning?” Eve hissed back as they ran inside. "Who is being reckless now?" Fortunately, whatever else had been out there (or perhaps it had always been Eden), had decided not to take chase. Perhaps it had been as spooked by them as they were by it. Eve swung the door shut behind her. Not that much mattered, considering the state of the windows, but it gave her something to do, a way to look away from Eden as she tamed her tempest of frustrations. She did not flinch as thunder rumbled outside.

One, two, three. That was the number of heartbeats it took to calm the irritation out of her system. To remind herself that humans (especially human men) were also conditioned to protect each other. Just as she had said earlier, they were a community-driven species. She couldn't fault him for not knowing better. Eve turned back to him with a relieved smile. “Yeah! Neither of us got struck by lightning! That would have been a complete bummer.”

Eve looked at the ring of pink on his wrist where her hand had been, already starting to bloom purple spots, and her heart sank in her chest. She exhaled, deflating visibly. For as much as she was angry with him for taking such a foolish risk, the last thing she’d wanted to do was hurt him.  “Sorry. I got a real fright from you being out there.”

—

Eden huffed. “There could’ve been things lurking around. How could you have watched your own back when you couldn’t even see more than a metre in front of you?” He wanted to say more, but froze as he caught the genuine frustration in Eve’s voice. She turned her back to him with a furrowed brow, a pause, then faced him again with a smile. The quick shift in tone was jarring, but also something that he knew all too well. It was the switch he did when arguing with his mother, from complete anger to an empty smile. Anything to shut the conversation down and get her off his back.

Though Eve’s switch was different. There was actual emotion behind it, which Eden didn’t understand. Why did she care so much to the point of putting her own life on the line, and for his sake no less. However, as her smile faded into a look of concern, Eden felt a degree of guilt. To have someone actually give a shit about whether he lived or died? Not because of his money or reputation, but simply just because? It was odd, yet…refreshing — refreshing enough for him to put his ego aside for now. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you, and I apologize for acting rash. I thought I could handle myself out there, but clearly you could too,” Eden said, thinking back to how effortlessly she had sprinted out there. He wanted to meet her eye, but her gaze was fixated on something else. Looking down to where she was starring, Eden finally noticed the pink and purple spots on his wrist. “What the…” He was positive that hadn’t been there before —- at least, before their little trip outside. 

The reason was right in front of him, but Eden was having a hard time believing it. Sure, he remembered the sting of discomfort from Eve’s particularly tight grip, but it had only been minutes since then. It seemed impossible to even bruise that quickly, but perhaps the woman was truly stronger than he thought. “You…” Eden started to speak, but he was interrupted by a loud crack of thunder. The following gust of wind that blew through the glassless window reminded him of the task at hand. 

“Window first,” Eden said, quickly ducking behind the checkout desk to find the roll of duct tape in the drawers. “Don’t worry, it doesn’t even really hurt,” he said as he stood back up, shooting a brief glance at his wrist before flashing Eve a somewhat reassuring look. 

—

“No need to apologise! I suppose the likelihood of either of us being hit by lightning was very low to begin with,” Eve said lightly, which was true of regular lightning, if not this kind. “If nothing else, at least you’ve proven chivalry isn’t dead.” She winked at him coyly, letting the disagreement vaporise into thin air. It didn’t matter. Nothing had gone wrong. This wasn’t a situation where a human had followed her into the void and ended up dead. No limbs were lost, not injuries missed. It was fine. Even his wrist would heal. She could let the bygones be bygones. 

“Window first,” Eve agreed, smiling in acknowledgement of his reassurance. “Good.” She used her phone to change the settings on her prosthetic leg to ‘lifting heavy objects’, and then grabbed one of the chairs from a nearby desk to set by window. She pulled off her jacket, wrapping her hand in it to protect her skin as she pushed the last pieces of glass out of the window frame. Just because Eve would heal from a cut fast didn’t mean that she needed to. Once the last shards of glass had been cleared, Eve reached for the cardboard, and the two of them made quick work of covering the broken windows. “It’s not perfect, but it’ll keep you going until you can get proper plywood in there, and get the glass repaired.”

—

He emerged from behind the desk with a graceful bow, in what was Eden’s own attempt to lighten the mood. “Well, I’ve always been known as a gentleman,” he said in a joking tone, even if it wasn’t really a joke. That was usually the vibe he gave off to other people, all thanks to his extensive etiquette training rather than his own volition. He pulled up a chair alongside Eve’s, considering helping out with the glass but ultimately deciding against it. He already had one too many glass-related injuries for the night.

The two of them repaired the broken windows in relative silence, as if to catch their breaths from their short but intense journey into the fog. As Eden ripped the tape for the cardboard pieces that Eve held up, his gaze kept falling to his wrist. The colors were getting angrier and harder to ignore, even in the dark of the library. It wasn’t really bothering him — rather, he was intrigued at how Eve managed such strength. Perhaps on another night when he hadn’t spent the past hour dodging flying glass and lightning strikes, he would ask more questions. For now though, he couldn’t find it in him to overthink like he usually did.

“I personally think the cardboard is a look. Maybe we’ll keep it this way,” Eden said as he took a step back, looking over their handiwork as if he was actually considering that possibility. The sudden crunch of the glass under his shoe made him freeze in place, and he mentally groaned at the prospect of yet another task to do before he could leave. “Watch your step, I’ll be right back,” he called back to Eve, making haste to the nearby supply closet. He fumbled around in the dark for a moment before getting his hands on the broom and dustpan. 

“Hopefully by the time we’ve cleaned this up, the fog will be somewhat manageable for the ride home…” he said as he returned, though it wasn’t so much of a hope rather than a desperate plea to whoever was controlling the weather. 

—-

“I can believe that,” Eve teased back. Other than that brief moment outside, Eden was always perfectly poised. 

“Mmm, yes, I’ve always thought the library had too much sunlight. Without the windows it’s a whole lot more dark academia.” Eve teased back, eyeing the cardboard. It was a patch work job, barely thick enough to keep the fog out. The moment it rained, game over.  “I guess it’s lucky none of your computers in here are worth stealing.” She watched him run for a dustpan and brush, and began picking up the larger pieces to dump in a filing box while he brushed up the glass. 

Fortunately, it wasn’t long for the fog to thin, the lightning rumbling to a quiet for now. Whatever crept in the fog had stayed away. There was a distinct awkwardness in the air, despite Eden’s grace and Eve’s usual bubbles. No matter how they joked around it. She looked to his hands, one she had bandaged, and one she had bruised. She swallowed, and smiled at him. “Looks like we can finally get out of here.”

“Alright, I’m sure I’ll see you next time one of your computers starts acting up, so maybe next week,” Eve said teasingly, already packing up her things. “Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything!” And with that, she was out the door, away from the complicated mess of feelings. 

—

“Lucky indeed,” Eden said quietly with genuine relief. With all of the damage done tonight, the absolute last thing he wanted to worry about was someone using this as a chance to steal. He already had enough to explain to his boss tomorrow. They cleaned in relative silence, but not a comfortable one like when Eden would sit at his desk while Eve worked on the computers. This silence was awkward, interjected with quips every now and then that just didn’t land like they usually did. Perhaps it was their collective exhaustion, or maybe it was the fact that they had both seen a little more to each other tonight than their working relationship usually allowed. 

The moment that the fog parted and their vehicles became visible again, Eve was out the door before Eden could say another word. Guilt still gnawed in his gut from the scare he had given her. But maybe it would all be fine — like she said, she’d probably be back next week and they would both be well rested. His cut will have healed and his bruise will have faded. The windows would be fixed and the events of the night would largely be forgotten. 

[bunnysuitconman]

Holding you all gently by the face and saying that FNAF is a giant sandbox for you to play in and make art about in your own special way

I latched onto the corperate horror aspect of fnaf HARDDDD i love that shit, even more so than the original hauntings, help wanted made it click for me that it wasn't just William aftons fault, it wasn't just this one guy but just so many continuing his negligance and so many other people desperate enough for money to work in such a hole. the recontexualization of help wanted truly made me think that William Afton is no longer the real badguy the corperation is, as much as you can blame so much on a trapped spirit within a shambling corpse, you have to think now many other people have suffered though their negligence though their poor work conditions. Security breach is important to me too because it particularly introduces the idea of robot ethics horror in ways that places the robot at a disadvantage. Fazcorp made an entire sentient being with thoughts and feelings and staff will straight up say that their skeleton will be ripped out and their skin will be slapped on it just because they might not work optimally. and this can happen to the people that you love, you're best friend can come back with factory default settings and you have to move along and do your job, they'll never remember the memories you had before with them. You have to work hard and try to be popular lest you or your friends become discontinued, and then, they'll probably make a better model.... Security breach's subtle pecking order within the bot's is so good because Sun/moon is very much looked down upon, even when GR freddy is the kindest soul he's still arkward about him. sunny looks and acts so arkward and unloved, the guy feels like a guy at the end of his rope trying to get things to work but his programming is slapdash at best.

[curseofbreadbear]

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS (HARD MODE) || ALWAYS ACCEPTING! || @redgentleengie

redgentleengie asked: (Adapting #26) Which muses behave differently around children versus adults?

All of them do, in one way or another; since I'm too lazy to make a flow chart, here's the next best thing:

ANIMATRONIC SQUAD 1 (Toy Freddy, Foxy, Glamrock Freddy, Chica)

Star animatronics like those mentioned above will be sweet and caring towards the kids, but iffy around adults. In the case of Toy Freddy, a mix of facial recognition errors and haunting makes him wary of any adult. Foxy and Chica express anger and murderous intent towards adults for similar reasons. Glamrock Freddy is a bit of an outlier here, but only because he expresses either neutrality or fear towards the adults around him; the latter is only directed at staff because of a number of threats made to decommission him.

ANIMATRONIC SQUAD 2 (Withered Freddy, Nightmare Freddy, Prototype Freddy)

Most Freddy's animatronics are programmed, in some way or another, to care about and protect the kids. These animatronics are no exception, BUT they will often frighten the kids they try to entertain. They have varying levels of aggression towards adults; Withered Freddy CAN be a menace towards staff, but almost exclusively during the night. If given the option, Nightmare Freddy would choose to torment an adult (especially those related to the crying child). If provided the knowledge that Fazbear Entertainment scrapped him, Prototype Freddy would have reason to terrorize the adults around him.

ANIMATRONIC SQUAD 3 (Circus Baby, Funtime Freddy)

The Funtimes are an interesting case. Circus Baby will gladly entertain children and express joy when she's on the stage, but still has little regret when she captures them. The one adult that should inspire mistrust in her is the only one she DOES trust. Nobody else, child or adult (Elizabeth and William aside), are worthy of trust from her.

Funtime Freddy has a similar "no regrets" mentality and is fascinated with death. He's giddy to share this information and existential dread with the children he captures. That said, Freddy is very much against William Afton and the staff at Afton Robotics. Trap a bear for years and he's bound to hold a grudge.

ANIMATRONIC OUTLIERS (Balloon Boy, Music Man, RWQFSFASXC, Shadow Freddy, Grimm Foxy, Fredbear, Mr. Hippo, Tag-Along Freddy)

Being a kid himself, Balloon Boy should theoretically be best friends with the children around him; given that most children get a laugh out of tormenting him, though, BB prefers animatronic company over any human.

Music Man is just there to vibe. He thinks it's funny to annoy both children AND adults. There is no escape from his cymbals.

RWQFSFASXC and Shadow Freddy are total opposites. Shadow Freddy goes out of his way to repeat history and torment the animatronics (as well as the children within them), but RWQFSFASXC is there to help comfort and free the children's spirits. Both are either neutral towards adults or view them as obstacles. If you aren't with them, you're against them.

Grimm Foxy doesn't discriminate; children and adults can both play VR titles. Grimm Foxy will torment both equally. The only exception is his animatronic verse, in which his spooky aesthetics are just decoration. His ill-will is also focused directly on the adults, but some of the kids he interacts with might be traumatized by the stories he tells.

Fredbear and Mr. Hippo are both neutral towards adults, at least until they either get possessed or are puppeteered by Cassidy in UCN.

Tag-Along Freddy is a toy meant to bond with and keep an eye on children. As a toy who needs to communicate with adults, he obviously doesn't have any malice for them.

(i'm just focusing on The Bots here, since they are the muses that this question applies to most. also being a multimuse with an ever-expanding list of muses is hard, thanks brain dfskjfkjs)

[star-going-supernova]

(idea anon) siblings AU mixed with a Vanny and Vanessa are twins AU, the 2 of them being the ultimate security guard tag team duo (and best caregivers gregory could ask for), the other staff now have 2 crushes

So! This is tumblr generated prompt number 13, and it’s the top one, but I realized I had more than one prompt for Vanessa and Vanny being twins, so I kinda threw them all together, haha. This ended up not being siblings AU, and it’s instead a whole new “everything’s beautiful and nothing hurts” AU!

Here Comes the Chaos 

“If you hadn’t told me you were twins, I wouldn’t have even thought you were related,” Gregory said. To Vanessa’s amusement, his expression was all bewilderment, but with a tired sort of twist to it, like he was finding his bafflement inconvenient. 

“We get that a lot,” Vanessa admitted, leaning back in her chair, arms crossed. 

He huffed. “What’s the point if you can’t even have fun twin shenanigans.” 

She shuddered just imagining what sort of chaos Gregory would be capable of if he had an identical twin. The creepy resemblance to the Aftons’ youngest was bad enough. Bless Evan for not being a gremlin, though, or else babysitting the both of them would be twice as hellish. If Michael’s haunted stares were any indication, she had it easy. The perks of being liked by Gregory, she supposed. 

They both watched Vanessa’s twin, Vanity, up on the stage. She made for a good pirate, and her reddish-brown hair meant she matched Foxy well. Vanity swung her sword around, nearly taking off another performer’s head. With the regularity that such a close call happened, Vanessa had to hope it was scripted. 

Kids gasped and giggled as Vanity strutted across the stage, sword raised dramatically as she declared the treasure map to be pointing in this direction! Foxy had to grab her to keep her from walking straight off the platform. 

Gregory suddenly snickered. She glanced at him curiously. 

“Just imagining you up there with her,” he said. “You could be the mermaid.” 

The STAFF bot stand-in for the mermaid—who was out sick, according to Vanity’s emoji-laden despairing texts earlier—wore a seashell bra and had a cardboard fin tapped in front of its wheels. 

“I’d rather die.” 

He laughed. “So who got their job first? You or her?” 

“Me.” Vanessa smiled slightly, remembering when she’d announced her new place of employment. All through high school, she and Vanity had gotten jobs together—until her night guard gig. Vanity had thrown herself onto the couch like a distraught, fainting maiden, screeching her displeasure to the high heavens when she found out. But because Vanessa was an awesome older sister—by eleven whole minutes; it counted!—she’d pointedly mentioned the pizzaplex was looking to hire new performers to do skits and stuff with the animatronics. Only after her overdramatic sister had finished hollering her woes, of course. 

Their parents had always said they were perfect opposites. Vanessa with her introversion and preference for quiet and general dislike of people, especially in large crowds, versus Vanity with her love of being the center of attention and her crazy amounts of energy, both generally and socially. Vanessa had worked backstage in theater class; Vanity had sought the spotlight. Vanessa found a job that had the least amount of human interaction possible; Vanity thrived during meet-and-greets.

That the two of them got along so well—for the most part—was nothing short of a miracle, probably. 

Her and Gregory’s conversation was put on pause as the show ended, and the audience started clapping. Kids in the front row were jumping to their feet, shrieking excitedly as Foxy and Vanity tossed some plastic gold coins at them between bows. 

Vanessa checked her watch. The brat’s parents would be arriving soon to pick up their hellspawn, so they’d need to get going if Gregory was going to say goodbye to Freddy without feeling rushed. 

He interrupted her musings on whether she could take advantage of her employee status and use the employee hallways to get them there quicker—anything to avoid the irritating crowds. “So. Does she kid-sit too?” 

A violent shudder spasmed through her. “Absolutely not,” Vanessa blurted out, horrified. “The two of you aren’t ever allowed to meet.” Oh, she shouldn’t have said anything. She shouldn’t have offhandedly pointed Vanity out as they sat down to watch the show. What a fool her past naive self had been. “I forbid—”

“Too late.” Gregory shot forward, sending her a grin fit for the devil over his shoulder. Vanity, who’d clearly been heading over to say hi, drew up to a halt as Gregory intercepted her. 

Dismayed, Vanessa watched as like recognized like. Vanity sent her a wild-eyed smile of excitement, one better suited for indicating a cute dog. The end of the world was upon them. 

She buried her face in her hands with a groan, slumping further down in her chair. What had she done? Vanessa peeked through her fingers in time to watch Vanity draw her sword with a flourish and promptly hand it to Gregory. 

She lunged to her feet with a wheezed-out sound of denial. “No! Nope! No swords for the ten-year-old!” 

Vanity smashed into her before she could wrestle it out of the far-too-gleeful child’s hands. “Run, lad!” her traitor twin cried. “I’ll hold ’er off!” And Gregory, the little monster, bolted with a cackle, armed and ready to make that everyone else’s problem.