#i keep rambling about those damn animatronics

[spaceytoxinz]

I love using highlighters.

I've been thinking about nothing but chuck e cheese animatronics and my Scott Pilgrim OC.

[toxifoxx]

🐰🔪 and 🧸?? :3

ooh okay, both of them!! :3c ive already touched on william quite a lot so i'll give evan(cc) a little more focus here ^_^ (but theres a couple about william too! i'd say most of them contain both in some way.) putting most of it under the read more cause i ramble a lot

evan

youngest of the family

naturally a shy kid

the fredbear plushie was made for him (actually sewed) by henry!! which william then modified to have a small camera and a microphone/speaker inside…

i think he always was a bit afraid of animatronics, and michael made it a whole lot worse, but he can tell when his dad or henry are wearing the suits and is chiller around them. i think he just Knows. and this is why he likes fredbear

william wanted him to have his party at the diner because of this. and also in the hopes his son would grow more used to it. like look see isnt this fun :] ? (we all know how that went)

i think a lot of the reason michael was allowed to bully evan for so so long is because of the kind of internalized toxic masculinity william has. so evan just needed to 'toughen up a little' and 'stop being such a crybaby'. and maybe since william was an only child, he thinks its just a normal sibling thing.

he does have night terrors and struggles with sleeping but i dont think it involves the nightmare animatronics specifically (choosing to believe fnaf 4 is michael's guilt-induced nightmares)(also the nightmares ARE nightmares they are not real things. holy fucking shit i hate dittophobia)

i think its fun if elizabeth tries to stand up for him. i think they'd have a decent relationship. they can play tuoys together

basic family dynamics: scared of michael. likes lizzie. loves his dad. clings to his mom whenver his dad isn't around

speaking of his mom i think clara is a lot more willing to stand up for him too and regularly tells michael off

william

likes to read bedtime stories to evan!! and usually comforts him after his night terrors.

bro is for real peeved that his son likes fredbear more than springbonnie

he is like actually trying to be a good father but he's just. not. he's bad at it and ends up paying more attention to work and the animatronics than his kids. so he's kind of emotionally neglectful. he does have his good moments though, on occasion.

percieves himself as a much better parent than he is (of course)

definitely helicopter-parenting. look at all those damn cameras around his house and the TOWN. he needs to know whats up at all times & to keep tabs on his kids even when he's away.

i wouldn't say he's encouraging the bullying but he's not exactly discouraging it either unfortunately

i think i saw this from someone else but. he totally gives his kids merch from the diner as gifts. its just too funny to not have him do it

absolutely devastated at evan's death. sends him spiraling.

he knows it was an accident but he still blames michael because how could he not!! it was all his bullying that led to this!! his baby boy murdered by his own brother!!!

michael gets the cold shoulder from there on out.

[obsessivelyloved]

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY WRITING THANKS!!!

I was hoping to imply the part got closed down indefinitely and literally all the robots being platonic yanderes for poor Edd. Even future Edd is after this kid lmao.

Poor Edd is just trying to find a way to escape but keeps turning up empty. Little does he know, the animatronics have already boarded up the exits from him-

Also the park was closed because the security guard they killed was the final straw for the company and they had to abandon it. The animatronics are honestly overjoyed because now they can do whatever they want and take care of themselves! Hope Edd likes his new home :)

You did perfect on the implication!! Damn though, this poor guy 😭. I absolutely love that this company just bailed after that last night guard, they really said "FUCK this, these guys can rot in hell"

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This can’t be right….. Edd stared in disbelief at the exit. Or well, what was supposed to be an exit. The large Come Back Soon sign had been ripped down, and the metal bars of the gates twisted along parts of the sign. The two turnstiles had their little rotating bars bent nearly beyond recognition. There was nowhere for him to climb. Nowhere for him to go around. 

This was insane. 

“Shit,” Edd mumbles, furiously trying his best to shove through one of the turnstiles. No dice. Of course he wouldn’t be able to move metal. 

He was just going to have to move on and find the next exit. And fast. The animatronics have been moving more lately. Not to mention, he had three new ones on his tail… 

Edd shuddered. His time with the western animatronics had been an…. Experience. 

None of them had taken their eyes off him for a long while. His back crawled at the thought. Prince Matthew had spent time turning over his face and pinching his cheeks, rambling on about practically nothing. 

However, Edd would admit that he was too afraid to soak in what the robot had been talking about. Beyond hearing about dressing him up, he was too nervous about Thomas. The animatronic stared as if something greatly amused him. 

And the barkeep, well, Edd never got his name. That one had merely kept watch from his window after heating up better food for Edd and getting him a drink. 

Edd was extremely lucky he shook those three.

Thomas untied him so he could eat and Edd bolted. He knocked over stools and chairs and darted out the swinging doors. 

All three of them basically cussed him out as they tried to chase him. But someone, Edd assumed it was Matthew from the yelling, tripped over something Edd knocked over. It gave him enough time to hide. 

But that didn’t matter since the damn exit was blocked! 

Edd sighed, rubbing his face. The next one. He just had to find the next exit. Then he could leave and head towards town. Where he’d be safe.

[goobiegoobert]

sundrop/moondrop or roxanne wolf (or any of your choice) comforting an s/o who has body dysmorphia? im really sorry if this is too uncomfortable of an ask and you dont have to write it!! i love how you write the characters sm

Say you'll stay? _________________________

A/N: Don't worry at all!! I'm totally down to write this man, also tysm that's super kind of you! Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, body talk, dysmorphia, and self-destructive behavior [ GN reader ] _________________________

Roxanne Wolf

❝ Hey wildcard, I got'cha a little somethin' of the stands and- Wildcard..? ❞ Standing in the room felt odd. Sure the greenrooms for each animatronic had been tailored to each one with its quirks and flaws but sitting here.. God. Maybe she hated it too, but the mirrors in this room subconsciously had you standing in the room judging your appearance in the large mirror Roxy spent almost hours sometimes staring at, hyping herself to the most. Yet in this room, it couldn't be helped with the feeling of how you felt so disgusted in this room. It really showed your flaws and made you wonder if finally people really saw you like this. Such a disgusting monster that had their nose a little too big and body shaped beyond recognition, something of a horror. It all felt so wrong, which lead you to subconsciously scratch at your arms until the skin was raw and blood trickled into droplets spreading lightly across your skin. Unable to recognize yourself in this horror show irked something within, it was a ticking time bomb you'd been holding up, feeling off for a while thinking things would only get better if you ignored it. And what did that do? Pathetic, it was awful within your perspective to feel this way and near to jerking tears as every flaw was pinpointed by the casting glances made back and forth as if to really check that was you.

Roxy was speechless, unable to truly grasp what was wrong at first in here, but all the more worried about you and hated the crimson color staining those lovely clothes on you. All the kart racer could react to was dropping everything and moving over to you taking both hands into her own with a lightly pissed voice, she didn't mean to be harsh it just.. slipped out. ❝ The fuck 're you doing? That has to hurt, babes what's gotten into you! ❞ ➤ Roxanne was mortified by this situation to be completely honest, all she did was leave you alone for a while until the gang finished up that damn birthday party ➤ It might take some explaining but their hand is in yours the entire time squeezing in reassurance trying to ground you just a little to listen ➤ Praises galore from the wolf !! ➤ Would generally hold you close to her at any point she could, anything to keep you preoccupied for a bit ➤ Would do her best to understand and once it began to click it felt similar to her own struggles ➤ So what did that provide? Roxy had begun to press her snout against the areas that seemed o bother you simply trying her best to quote on quote 'kiss it better ➤ For that day she'd covered the mirror in her dressing room and taking time to sit there mentioning any little thing she'd found beautiful and perfect about you ➤ It took so long but as you started to feel better she would too. ➤ Anything to make you feel better _________________________

Sunnydrop

Sure maybe the daycare had been a little bit busier today than usual, no biggie! Sunny could always make it up to you once everyone left, a little alone time to ramble about anything and everything. Absolutely whipped for you the daycare attendant is! Absolutely wound up to pounce on his sunbeam, skipping on over to where he'd normally find you curled up with a few of the daycare books which made their gears whirring and unable to keep up with how fast he was running at the sight of you. But, you weren't there... Hmm, maybe taking a bathroom break! He knew the children had to often do them so why not you? Time passed and with the daycare tune slowly egging Sunny on the edge of their seat something felt oh so wrong, and tried at first to play it off he really did. Sitting crisis cross as they'd bounce back and forth awaiting you like a puppy at the adoption window! Though it increasingly became so hard as time ticked by five, ten, forty minutes had passed by at this point leaving Sun oh so paranoid staring at the clock until something jerked withing to simply stand up and bolt around desperately looking within the daycare for you. Once the attendant found you his heart sunk at the scene before him, there you laid on your side knees pulled up to your chest within the playground, quiet as a mouse. Oh no, no. No frowns we're allowed in the daycare quickly scooping you up and hauling you out of the play area to the ball pits, something you two always found comfort in right, right? ❝ Sunshine? C'mon, c'mon it's no fun being a sour lemon huh? Tell me what's the matter pleaaaase! ❞ ➤ If you thought Roxanne was upset about this Sunny was so much more dramatic about it, almost as if he was struck by lightning where he stood at your mood ➤ Out of everyone, he was very persistent in talking to you asking what was wrong until you finally cracked and told him what was up ➤ Generally surprised and confused at you discussing how compared to the other people who either dropped off their kid or even just attending the pizzaplex seemed so much more natural ➤ Explain how your thighs felt too big and made it hard to maneuver small spaces others seemed fine with ➤ How inferior it felt just to have a kid comment on stretch marks across your stomach, how come you got all the wrong things done, and how you needed to do better ➤ But in the end, always failed to do better and change your appearance ➤ Sunny was having none of it with this one, so it was time to take action! ➤ It was simply a swift pin to the edge of the ball pit to let his mischievous grin give all the reassurance you needed ➤ That wasn't all though, he'd make quick work of pretending to blow raspberries on you all over!!! especially in the areas, you remarked even resorting to tickling you until your eyes were watering and begging him to cease their actions ➤ He wouldn't! ➤ Not until you told him just how perfect you were, how perfect you always have been. _________________________

Moondrop

Bedtime in the daycare was such a hassle, getting all the kids into bed by either pushing them onto the floor and walking off and peering down at a child who even appear to be faking their lovely sleep, kids just needed to behave was all! Moon only wanted the kids to have plenty of rest for when the sun would rise later. Though one person he felt was being a little too stubborn this time around was you. Unable to rest like he'd told you to do made the darker one of the attendant duo pick you up only by a wrist. Staring down at you like a husk of a person rather than their lover, and in the end, really set it off. Your skin burned and crawled from their stares causing tears to start streaming down your eyes at this, Moon didn't mean for this. Nothing of the sort did he want you to start crying. Moon felt panicked for the first time in a while as they'd grown and dragged you off to a quieter area away from the kids just so you didn't wake me and ruin his hard work! No words would be spoken between you two whatsoever in the dark but Moon would try to understand your struggles even then. Regretfully letting you lay in his lap and allowing himself to your hair swirling it around and gently braiding it and then dropping your hair to look over you again, and this would repeat until you'd fall asleep. Even then it would continue until Sun could try and take care of this in the future knowing he'd only further make it worse. Not the most noise to comfort but provided actions instead meant just as much to you. _________________________

[ffenton]

New Au!

(Danny Phantom x Fnaf crossover)

Danny working at the Freddy's Pizzeria Complex so I've made a list on what he will probably do

Danny would probably be working there for some money to pay bills and try to keep his apartment and raise Timmy (his little brother)

Danny has a dark past doesn't want to get into again

Danny is an Mechanic/computer wiz so that adds to the amount of tasks he has to do at work

Glamrock Bonnie was the first person Danny met when he started the job

Bonnie and Danny bonded in Bonnie-Bowl and became fast friends

Bonnie and the others kept Danny from not losing his mind and quitting

Danny has some supernatural powers he doesn't talk about

Danny would be night security with Venessa

Danny would most likely spend his free time in Bonnie bowl getting Strikes like the pro he is

Before Williams and Vannys tomfuckery started (and before Bonnie's decommission) Danny would hang out with Glamrock Bonnie the most

Danny knows damn well about all the haunting's/murders at Freddy's

Danny works both night shift and day shift so he's probably already tired as fuck

Danny drinks unhealthy amounts of espresso to stay awake at work

Danny fanboys over Freddy and friends advanced A.i

After everything goes to shit, Danny has a couple of mental breakdowns

Danny is sarcastic when his life's in danger to cope with his trauma

Danny will have fight two murderous bitches

Danny can see Ghosts (should of put this on top of the list)

Danny will probably team up with one of the main animatronics

Due to Danny's mechanic and computer skills he can unhack the animatronics

Danny will definitely have to fight Vanny for 80% of the night

Danny's favorite animatronics is Bonnie, Moondrop, Montgomery Gator and Roxanne Wolf

Danny will find hints that his "boss" is Michael Afton in the security servers and codes (I'll talk about Michaels return in a Fnaf AU I have later ;)

Danny almost loses his life several times to Vanny

Danny will have to build a weapon to protect himself

Eventually Danny does capture Vanny and throws away her weapons

Some Quote's Danny would say

"This is what I get for working at Freddy's"

"Dude I'm an Mechanic not a Pyrotection"

"I legit hate the storage units this place has, piles apon piles of robot corpses does not sit well with me"

"I'm starting to think our boss is an anomaly"

"I'm not gonna lie Vanessa this place is eerie at night"

"God I can't wait to bowl with Bonnie later"

"No it's not a date Vanessa it's just me and Bonnie hanging out getting strikes like the pros we are"

"looks like we're gonna get snowed in, damn the blizzard isn't letting up anytime soon"

"Oh har har Merry Christmas Vanessa"

"Did I just see glowing red eyes?"

"Wait- hold on Vanessa you found a kid?"

"Well the Pizzaplex is big enough for a kid to hide in"

"I can't believe I almost got killed by a furry"

"we're the hell is my walkie talkie?!?"

"you hacked the gang didn't you?"

"Vanessa I know you might not believe me but you have watch out for a killer that's dressed as a bunny that somehow got into the Pizzaplex"

"Vanny? Fuck talk about a doppelganger"

"Did- did I just saw one of those endoskeletons move???"

"My first night here and my life is already in danger.... typical"

"I'm NOT gonna die down here"

"Knowing that this place has poorly pit in defense plans for security Guards, looks like I'm gonna have make a weapon.

"One of advantages of being an Mechanic, is that you can plan on what your making"

"S-shit! That psycho stabbed me!"

"You w-wanna play dirty? F-Fine let's play dirty"

(Danny to Vanny)

"I got be honest you put up a hell of a fight but I can't just leave you here you'll probably escape and try and kill me again" (which happens anyway lmao)

(Vanny rambling on)

"I am not getting paid 50$ an hour for this"

"Hey Ya'know the best part about your ramblings? NONE OF IT."

"Please for the love of God, just shut up"

"This rabbit murderer is going to be the bain of my existence"

"I'm sick of your games already"

"I am so close to having a fucking mental breakdown do not test me!"

(Danny and the Animatronics)

"ok hold on Bonnie and me are on a competitive bowling match, this shit is gonna get intense"

"Bonnie called me Rockstar and I almost cried"

"I miss Bonnie too Freddy.... I miss him a lot"

"Ya the Golf course was fun except for Monty trying to KILL US"

"Man, Montgomery is one of my favorite animatronics and now I'm gonna see him in my nightmares"

"God Damnit now Moondrop is gonna be in my nightmares too"

"Holy shit his crawling on the ceiling RUN-"

"IM SORRY BUT I HATE DJ MUSIC MAN I HATE HIM SO MUCH"

"Anytime I'm around DJ Music Man, my anxiety level, rocket's through the fucking ROOF"

"This is most exhausting couple of fucking hours of my LIFE"

"I need more espresso"

"Welp, it's just us Roxanne"

"why is our bosses name deep in the security codes?"

"It will be fun to work at Freddy's! They said, you'll be FINE they said!"

"Ok I've reached the sewers, now I know I went too far down"

"How many layers does this place have??"

"I'm legit lost"

That's what I have for this AU for now, but I did hint some things about Michael Afton being the boss of the complex which leads to a fnaf Au I have called Glitch Michael!

In this AU Basically Michael has unfinished business with his father. Michael did the same thing William did, possessing a circuit board Fazbear Entertainment uses for Fnaf VR, but they use Michaels circuit board for a new presenter/security AI their making for the Pizzaplex, after the AI is finished and the Pizzaplex is fully built, Michael possesses the AI, now having full control of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaplex. Michael also build's strong relationships with the Glamrock crew especially with Glamrock Freddy. But behind the scenes Michael is making an Android so he can pass of as human. Michael has two forms AI form and Physical Form.

That's where i have to hold the Au's for now when the Security Breach eventually comes out then I'll add more ;) but for now I'll make a list for Michael like I did for Danny.

[violexides]

Oh I adore Sister Location. The times where you have to be quiet and sneak around, or when you have to hide under the desk...it really captures that powerless feeling from FNAF 1 and 2. Even just watching playthroughs makes me feel tense and I love it

YEAH!!! YEAH

(sister location spoilers below)

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y’know this is VERY rambly but my favorite part about SL, hands down, is in night 5. where you fix up circus baby, send her off to the scooping room, and you have to navigate the incredibly dark room while ballora is trying to kill you. only for circus baby to placate you and give soothing updates as to where ballora is. 

it’s so fucking creepy and so fucking tense and it heightens this helplessness feeling. iirc, sister location doesn’t give you these ‘power out’ moments-- if you run out of power, you’re fucked, immediately, nonsensically. but the actual gameplay resembles those moments where you’re entirely alone and yet completely surrounded by these murderous entities you know nothing about, and it’s dark and you’re at their mercy entirely. and i just really fucking love that? i don’t know. 

it’s this patience that meets this cold acknowledgement that you’re fucked, mixed with this tense hope and this cold hopelessness and the fact that, in sister location, you’re forced to rely on these animatronics. they try to kill you, sure, but they /take you/ to the scooping room, they coax you and teach you how to survive when you’re sitting there, ballora staring at you, and these minireemas are crawling up and getting in your suit. and that’s just so Fascinating to me? 

in the other games, there isn’t so much of that. minigames aside, i guess, and all the historical shit-- within the game, you aren’t exactly listening to bonnie conspire. you aren’t exactly repairing foxy or getting these intimate looks Into these animatronics? you’re just... hiding. and they’re keeping you on edge damn near persistently but you’re just There. 

in sister location, you know them intimately. you know their functions. you start to expect them-- until you start noticing shit going wrong. until you hit night five and everything is “as it should be”-- but where’s ballora? funtime foxy? what happened to the technicians? who killed them?-- and you’re starting to sense this pattern, and it’s gone, but you can’t let down your guard for a second. you’re so fucking powerless, because one wrong step and ballora kills you; one off second and funtime foxy will bite you; one drop in power and ennard is already there. it’s so fucking much and that’s one of the most significant aspects i love about it.

... i swear to fucking god, this is NOT becoming a fnaf account. but. those are my thoughts. sorry that i went on for so long that... was not what i was intending. 

guess i gotta add something ELSE to the hyperfixation list, goddammit.

[staggbones]

The Night Five Recordings

Trigger warnings: Slight gore, angsty gays, stuff like that.

It’s Scott’s last day of working night shift but unfortunately, he didn’t know what was coming for him.........................Let’s begin.

The alarm went off. 10:30 pm. Scott woke up and groaned, sitting up and stretching, moving Michael’s hand off his waist. He leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on Mike’s temple. That man could sleep through a bomb going off but somehow a kiss from Scott woke him up every time.  Michael was groggy when he woke up. He shifted and opened his eyes, glaring. He hated being woken up. “What...oh work.” He mumbled, sitting up.  Scott reached over and turned the lights on, sliding out of bed, grabbing his work pants and his shirt. “Yeah, it’s my last night shift, ‘member? I’m being transferred to dayshift.” Scott said, sliding his belt through the pant loops.

Mike squinted. “Oh- Oh yeah! We’ll be able to spend the evenings together....Just be safe, okay babe?” He asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Scott scoffed. “Come on, Mikey. If your dad was going to come after me by now, he would have, don’t you think? It’s been what....four months since ‘the incident’. We have our own house, he doesn’t know where we are. He hasn’t shown up to work, so I don’t think he knows that I still work there...I’m completely safe.” The raven haired male stated with confidence. 

Michael sighed nervously, looking at his hands. “Just...call me if something happens. The second something happens. I’ll have my ringer on, so please....” he trailed off, looking at him with puppy eyes. Scott walked over and kissed him gently, holding it there for a minute, letting it linger. “Of course I will, you oaf. You don’t need to worry.” He said.  He tied his tie and walked to the bathroom to get ready. He then poked his head in through the doorway. “I’m off, babe. Try to get some sleep, I promise that I won’t be late and I promise I won’t be stuffed into a suit.” Scott teased, pressing his lips to rainbow beaded bracelet on his wrist. It was their way of a long distant kiss. 

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Scott pulled into the Freddy Fazbear’s pizzarea at 11:40. That would give him just enough time to make it to the security room and finish recording his messages to the next employee before the bots were booted up on their night timer.  He slid into the swivel chair in the office, looking at the art the kids made for the bots that lined the walls. Had he been looking at the cameras, he’d have seen a pair of purple hands pressing a button on stage.  Scott scooted up to the phone and immediately got nervous. He always got nervous leaving messages. The thoughts of what if was bad, etc....he was a pretty nervous and timid person when he wasn’t around Mike. He smiled softly. Michael....that man had been through so much just to be with him. He ran his fingers over the beaded bracelet, before kissing it softly and exhaling, getting the phone set up. 

Something made his hair stand on edge. He quickly looked at the cameras. Nobody was on the stage. What? They were supposed to be deactivated right now. He looked into the hallway and pressed the button. Chica was standing there, jerking, twitching. Fuck! He slammed the door button and slid over to Bonnie’s side. Sure enough, the large purple rabbit stood there, jerking and twitching in a broken, unnerving manor. He slammed the door on that as well. He’d be out of power any second now. He should record the message so he could focus on protecting himself. 

Scott pulled his phone out of his pocket and slid to the desk, calling Michael. He got the message machine. 

‘Heyyoooo Michael here. Leave a message cus I’m not here right now. Probably doing something rad! I’ll call back if you’re not a telemarketer. Haha....anyway, after the beep, you know what to do!’ 

It almost made him smile, had he not been pulled out of his thoughts by the aggressive banging.

Beep!

He jammed his finger on the record button on the work phone as well. Might as well leave a message for the next employee.

“Hello, hello! Hey! Hey wow, day four...I knew you could do it.” He said, feeling...dirty for saying it. He had no idea if they did it or not. 

“Hey, listen....I might not be around to send you a message tomorrow.” That was true to both the next employee and to Michael. His talk was interrupted by the slamming of doors. More aggressive this time.

“It’s-It’s been a bad night here.” More banging. Those doors could only take some more harassment before they’d be swinging up. Damn glitches. “F-for me.”

“Umm...I-I’m kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you...” He thought of all the dumb messages he left Michael in their highschool days. Pain hit him in the heart. He may never get to send messages like that to his love anymore. He cleared his throat.

“Uh, when I did. H-hey, do me a favor.” He was now talking mostly to Michael. “Maybe sometime, eh, you could check inside those suits, in-in the back room?” The thought of his own body mingled into those endoskeletons made the hairs on his arm stand up on end.

“I’m gonna try to hold out...until someone...checks. Maybe it won’t be so bad.” He let out a quick exhale as he leaned over and grabbed his ‘in case of emergency weapon.’ A bat. It wasn’t going to do much, if anything but it made him feel better. There were the final beatings the door could take. He heard the doors slide open. He refused to look. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple.

“I-I-I always wondered what was in those empty heads...back there-” What the fuck are you talking about now, Scott? He was just rambling, trying to keep himself from turning. He could feel the breathing on the back of his neck. There...that haunting...haunting music box song. Wildly inappropriate.

“You know...” Chica leaned in a groaned her creaky groan in his ear. “Oh no.” He dove out of his chair, just as Foxy lunged forward. The giant animatronic robot landed on the desk, breaking both the work phone and Scotts phone, effectively ending the recordings. 

Scott grabbed his bat and dove between Freddy’s legs, making a b-line down the hallway, running as fast as he could.  But so were they. 

They caught up to him in a matter of seconds.

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Michael pulled into the Pizza joint’s parking lot. He’d been listening to his sweet, sweet boyfriend’s words on repeat on the drive. The longest 30 minute drive. Mike grabbed a rock and ran in, chucking it through the window, shattering it. He jumped through and jogged into the part room. 

Mike stepped on something hard and round underneath his foot, which almost caused him to slip. He looked down. A red bead. Then an orange and a yellow...a whole rainbow of beads, leading down to the storage room. 

Michael felt his heart drop into his stomach as he shakily walked towards the room. He’d already called the police on the way down. Don’t look Michael. You don’t want to see it. 

He pushed the door open and inhaled, peering inside, turning his phone’s flashlight on. Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy stood idle in one corner of the room, staring at the other. A horribly bloodied Bonnie/Foxy mess was on the table, like something had been haphazardly stuffed into it.  Then the sound of a groan. A human one. “Scott-” Mike was over there in an instant. Scott’s whole scalp was almost removed completely, bone bits everywhere, his eye laying on the floor beneath them. The green one. Mike heard the paramedic sirens as they approached. “T-take it easy Scott, i’m right here- they’re coming, you hear them? They’re on their way. They’ll be here soon!” Michael said, hot tears rushing down his face. 

Scott couldn’t see. Everything was red hot pain. He felt cold at the same time. Was this death? Who’s voice was...oh that smell. That was such a familiar smell. A home smell. A Michael smell. He slid into unconsciousness as the lights turned on.

[crazypercheron]

The Haunted Manse

Foreword

I’m restless right now, so I decided I might as well start finally typing up my silly fanfiction that I have been working on since *squints at date on note book* the 24th of May, holy smoke has time gone by fast! And with time, the story actually dramatically changed not even halfway through the beginning so things are a bit off kilter I’ll admit but heck it, buckle up because you are going in for one heck of a dumb ride (just like the manor itself). I’m not a proficient writer I’ll admit and I do not claim to be one, but this fan fiction is only just for fun and for my reading enjoyment so if you find the fiction hard to read or just simply do not like the direction the story is going, sorry but I’m just going to have my fun. Besides, there are other extremely talented people out there who have written Haunted Mansion fan fiction better than I can so please go read and support their works of fiction instead of wasting energy to bash on my fun side project.

Anyways, I am going to base this Mansion off of the Original one at Disneyland with some hints of the other mansions tossed in with it, but appearance wise it is the one in California. Now this is my interpretation of the story with what little information I have, it will be based off the book The Unauthorized Story of Walt Disney's Haunted Mansion by Jeff Baham (Which I thought is a good read if you are interested in the story of the Making of the ride, not actually the story of the ride itself) as well as some information from awesome members of this fandom, I seriously love your guys works and major thanks to especially @asktheghosthost for allowing me to borrow their interpretation of, well, The Ghost Host. 

This is a muse/self insert fan fiction with my interpretation of Foxy the Pirate being an animatronic possessed by the spirit of a child since, well, there’s admittedly not that much information to what kind of character Foxy is -like is he a rival to Freddy or a friend?- and as morbid as it is, I’ve always actually liked the idea of a ghost helping a mortal out and following them around. Back then I use to watch a lot of those Ghost Adventure like shows and thought it’d be cool if like a Victorian era ghost follows and helps ghost hunters communicate with spirits and solve like murder mysteries and such. I should also warn you, the main character does not step foot in the mansion until Part 2, so if you want to get straight to the Mansion stuff, uhh, just wait until then. Anyways, enough with the rambling, I’ll post more later thoughts on future ‘Author’s Notes’, lets get on with the fiction.

Warning: Some strong language ahead

The Haunted Manse Part I

Chapter 1

Her boots pounded hard on the carpeted hallway as she rushed to find a place to hide. Anywhere in this contorted house. Despite a row of doors on either side of her flying past, Wren knew it was much more wise to run than to stop and waste precious time trying to open up one of those doors. Most commonly they were either locked forever to time or if they were left unlocked, they revealed nothing more than another corridor or that blasted wallpaper of the house. Besides, she had a destination in mind and she’d be damned if she allowed it to get any further. 

Finally reaching the door at the end of the corridor, Wren threw herself into the door and fumbled for the key in her pocket, not daring to look back as she could hear the crazed laughter coming for her, literally flying down the hallway. She cursed as the brass key fell from her grasp but snatched it up in her other hand and proceed to shove it back into the key hole.

Rusted with age, or perhaps with the magic of this damn mansion, the key protested with a squeal as she turned to unlock the door. The key was turned, but a lip on the deadbolt caught the door frame, preventing it from opening. Frantic, Wren tried rattling the door, casting a glance over her shoulder to see the eerie blue specter rush in for the kill. His cutlass raised high above his head.

With a crack of distant lightning, the sword swung down at her.

Suddenly her phone rang loudly, rattling the the brunette from her reading. Holding the town magazine in one hand, Wren reached into her bag and dug around until she grabbed her cellphone, answering it. With the blaring J-Pop ringtone silenced, Wren could hear a mechanical whirl over her shoulder, but she ignored it.

“Hello sir?” she answered.

“Songbird,” the gruff voice answered on the other end. “Good morning, just calling to check to see if you have gotten that email about your new job assignment?”

“Is it another pizzaria?” she joked, placing the magazine facedown to ‘bookmark’ her place to free up her hand to grab her cup of coffee.

The man chuckled. “No, at least, not for a while anyways since that Fazbear Pizzeria had closed down for good and no one is looking to hire any more security. So sorry Wren, no free pizza for you.” The voice continued, “Anyways, your new job assignment is at a memorial park. The last guard quit just a few days ago.”

Wren rolled her eyes. “I thought so, though let’s be honest, you sending me into a different county I think is worse than working at a cemetery,” she sighed into her cup. While the email didn’t named the new job location, it did provide an address to which she googled online. “Let me guess, ghosts scared him off?”

“There’s that, and apparently he had discovered that he had a paralyzing fear of dead bodies,” he added.

“What is it with you assigning me to places that are haunted? You think I’m some sort of ghost expert or something?” Wren laughed, “You know I have necrophobia as well, Bob.”

“Don’t worry, you’re not going to be assigned to the morgue if that is what you are afraid of,” Bob assured her, “We just need someone to just drive around the park, you know, make sure all the mausoleums are locked at dusk, and -uh- chase away any hooligans that this it’s funny to drink and drive on -uh- Gravity Hill.”

“So I’m working the night shift? Fun.”

“Someone has to, last month someone tried to steal an urn from the Lilac Mausoleums. They broke the glass to the case but luckily it was cemented to the wall.”

Wren frowned, “Ouch, someone actually tried to do that?”

“Well,” Bob said, “It’s not so much as the cremains they were after, err- rather it was the urn itself. Lilac Mausoleum is one of the oldest crypts, like -uh- a century old or so, I think. Back then, they prided themselves in art so that urn is nothing but pure bronze. Already the crypt vases for the -er- flowers have been taken to be melted down for money by thieves.”

“Oh, that sucks, but it does make sense.” She could picture a cat burglar with a black mask on making off the property with a bag full of loudly clanking brass crypt vases. 

Bob continued, changing his voice tone to change the subject, “But the park has added security cameras to the entrance and finally some bars on top of the display window so you’re just going to be doing patrol duty is all. Mostly at . . . uh,” he paused as Wren could hear him shuffling through paperwork, and shuffle back a few pages when he remarked, “Had the info right here, ah found it. Yes, they are hiring the extra guard to watch over Canson Cemetery. Apparently Floral Estates has noticed that there’s been an increase of trespassers.” 

By now, Wren had the phone on speaker and laid it on the table, picking up her knitting to keep her hands busy. She was used to Bob’s excessive conversation and wondered how the other employees managed to listen to him ramble on for hours. The again, there had always been, without fail, a vacancy or two in the company now that Wren was thinking about it.

“When questioned upon being detained, the security guards noted that they have video cameras and the trespassers -uh- have admitted to trying to film a ghost or some paranormal event for their UView channels,” Bob had said.

“Oh yeah, I was just reading about it just now,” Wren chimed in, picking up the magazine she had forgotten on the table to read the previous article. “Yeah, right here, it says ‘Canson Cemetery rings in another century of Ghost stories.’“

“That’s it, but it seems they want to actually -uh- get into the mansion next door. But the cemetery is much more easier to access since it’s open to the public.”

Wren paused for a moment. “The what now?”

“A mansion. It’s a real nice looking house, too bad it was the scene of an awful murder, but I suppose the long history behind it may be enticing to some paranormal hunters as well. Anyways, we’ll talk more later.” As if he sense that Wren wanted to ask him something, he also added, “And yes, you can bring your robot with you. You will be working at night, so not many people will see him anyways.”

“Alright, thank you, Bob. I’ll make sure to get there on time then since you send me so dang far away. Alright good bye.” The security guard pouted slightly after she hung up, leafing through the pages of the magazine. “Mansion? How rich are these people there?” Not a few pages in, Wren finally found the grand house she assumed her boss was speaking of.

It is indeed a nice house, painted white with beautiful scroll ironwork balconies and at the entrance stood four tall columns that reminded her of a Greek temple. Mechanical servos whirled again lightly behind Wren and she could sense that the robot behind her was trying to look at the magazine as well.��“I think this is it, Foxy. It says here . . .” she skimmed the paragraphs briefly, “Yup, ‘Site of unsolved death, but the steward of the home, Eugene Davis, has refused to comment about the story of the house. . . While the home appears immaculately clean on the outside, residents as well as visitors to Canson Cemetery report eerie energy that radiates from the mansion.’” 

The animatronic fox let out a huff. Wren agreed, “Well yeah, no duh, they’re in a graveyard. ‘Some people believe that the murder cursed the house. Jerry, who is a gardener at Canson, said “Yeah, I’ve worked here since ‘94. . . There’s also a private cemetery on that property. I don’t understand how that guy and his coworkers deals with the creeps”. . .’ And just a bunch of dudes talking about hearing screams at night and seeing . . .” Wren had to not only reread the last sentence, but she even held it up to her eyes to make sure she was reading it correctly. “. . . And seeing what appears to be ghosts standing by the road sticking out  thumb as if asking to hitch for a ride?’ OK, that’s a load of bull.”

However, Foxy continued to stare at the photo, as though he vaguely remembered it from somewhere before.

Deciding to arrive early, Wren’s tiny car pulled up into the newer addition of the cemetery. The office building and morgue sat in the same asphalt parking lot she was parked in.

Floral Estates Memorial Park had to be one of the largest cemetery in not only Canson, but rather the entire state of California. While the corporate name is fairly new, there had always been cemetaries that dotted the immediate hill area, with Canson being the oldest. But eventually when Floral Estates was established about 100 years ago, they took in a lot of the older and more historical plots under their care and just expanded their property from there.

The Sun was still hanging over the horizon, but she could see a security truck pull out of the back of the employee lot and start driving towards the park. No doubt they were getting a head start in going to the far back of the cemetery to clear out the visitors before the sunset. Wren sat back in her car, pulling out a burger from a paper fast food bag and took out her phone too.

The large, furry red fox was also sitting in the back of the car, his yellow eye that was not hidden under an eyepatch gazed out the car window to observe the people getting into their cars and leaving the park. Wren paused her internet browsing as she glanced back up at the corporate office as she realized something. She lifted her phone up to take a photo of the Floral Estates building in front of her car then proceed to post the photo on her social media profile, captioning the photo, “That awkward moment you’re eating lunch in front of a building full of dead people.” She smirked to herself. Though who were the dead people? The cadavers or the employees themselves? she thought to herself.

Suddenly, Foxy’s ears perked up and he lifted his head slightly, the movement caught Wren’s attention. An older man had parked his truck the next car over to Wren’s car, but as he got out and walked over to her he waved. “Ey, Wren, good to see you again.”

Aw crap, she thought, I forgot he worked here too. She put on a big smile on her face as she opened the door. “It’s good to see you too, Dale,” Wren answered back, stuffing her unfinished burger into the bag and got out of the car. “So you’re going to be my tour guide for tonight I take it?”  Wren felt slightly embarrassed that she forgot that he still worked for the company. Perhaps she could lie that she lost his contact number if he asked why she didn’t stay in contact with him, though she prayed that he wouldn’t.

“Something like that,” he replied with a shrug, “Hello to you too, Foxy. Say, no Skye?”

“Not tonight,” balancing the drink and bag in one hand, Wren opened the door for Foxy to climb out, then shut and locked the car. “I heard there was coyotes and mountain lions here, so I didn’t want her chasing them thinking she could be friends with them.

The mustached man nodded. “And wolves too, yeah, Foxy could handle them I bet. So you’re going to be with me and I’ll show you the lock up procedures. It’s very simple, just walk through the mausoleums, remind any visitors still hanging about that we are closed, then you lock the doors and that’s it.” Dale continued on as the three climbed into the truck, “And then after that, you just drive around for the rest of the shift and the morning crew will open up. I’ll show you around the park where you will be working at. It’s got a nice view of the valley.”

Some of the polished black headstones that laid on the ground caught a glint of sunlight, making the green hills glitter in gold as they drove by on the winding steep roads of the park. The thicket of trees cast long, dark shadows on the hill as they finally reached the crest and just as Dale said, it was a lovely view of Canson and perhaps all of Secret County below them. 

“Alright, this is your first stop. I like to start here, you get a good view of the lawn to see if there’s any visitors still remaining,” Dale started, getting Wren’s attention. “It’s a big mausoleum, but you just have one hallway you go straight down and that’s it.”

“And if , by the off chance, there’s someone who refuses to leave?”

“Eh, you just call one of us and we’ll come over. Jeff is usually close by. His lawn is Peony Peace lawn. Plus he claims that he has a good view of the lawns,” Dale replied, leading Wren and Foxy up to the entrance of the Mausoleum and held the glass door open for them to enter. 

It was one of the modern mausoleums, with floor to ceiling glass windows at the entrance and surrounding the columbariums. Through the glass windows, Wren could see the urn niches, some of them stuffed with photos of the deceased person inside propped up among stuffed animals, others with marathon or military medals proudly on display, and some with rosaries of their respective religion surrounding the urns. Soft piano music was playing over the speakers, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the sound of Foxy’s mechanical gears grinding and moving his legs forward. 

As the trio passed the first hall though, Wren felt a chilly breeze blew past them. She swore she heard a chuckle, like the voice was . . . . amused at seeing Foxy since it sounded like it was directed towards the robot. “What did you say, Dale?”

“Hmm?” he looked over at Wren, “I didn’t say anything.”

Wren looked up at the speakers; they were still playing soft classical music, so doubtful that they made that strange sound too. “Sorry, must have heard the music.”

Finally securing all the mausoleums, Dal brought Wren back to the Main parking lot where her car was, the Sun had fully set beyond the horizon and was giving way to the silver glow of the moon and the orange lamps of the streetlights. 

“And that’s about it,” he finished, putting the truck in park. “Then sometimes, I sit out here. . . Make sure no one tried to climb over the fence. But you can drive around and I’ll let someone else watch it for you.”

“I’ll do the watch, it gives me time to finish knitting this sweater I’ve been working on,” she offered, getting out of the car. “Thanks for showing me around, Dale. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No problem! You be careful driving home, say hi to your dad for me!”

“Will do! Come on Foxy.” Foxy, who was now sitting in the bed of the truck, rose up and hopped over the side of the truck, making it rock from the sudden lack of weight as he made his way over to join Wren’s side. “Say, Dale, I forgot to ask,” Wren started when she paused her walk over to her car. “Is it true? I mean, I heard that there’s like this . . . mansion that people have been trying to get into?”

Dale rubbed his chin, “Mansion? Oh yeah, there is this mansion-er I believe it’s called Hightower Manor? Yeah, it’s over there west of this road. . .” He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Say, you’re not trying to get inside too, are ya?”

She shook her head, “Oh no-no, it’s not that, I heard that is why I was assigned here. To help with the increase of trespassers here trying to get into that manor?”

“Hmm, yeah that's true. But I’ve seen these ‘ghost hunter’ trespassers in all the lawns and even properties I’ve worked at,” he shrugged, “That mansion is no different than the cookie factory I worked at before it got closed down for that shopping mall. Besides, it looks quite nice and there’s people who live there so I don’t think there’s nothing to worry about. Give it a year, people will forget about it and go elsewhere.”

“Right, well, it’s getting very late-I mean, early morning. Thank you again for showing me around,” Wren interrupted as she pulled back her sleeve on her jacket to dramatically look at her watch. It was only 1:30 in the morning, she had gone to bed on work nights way later than that, besides even on days off she would stay up almost all night long. Of course, now she had Foxy to blame, ever since the pizzeria had closed down sooner than scheduled, Wren was allowed to take Foxy’s internal hard drive from his old and heavily rusted animatronic body and replaced into a new animatronic frame. Needless to say, it was not a cheap thing to do and sometimes as Wren could hear him stalking around the house, she wondered if she had made a mistake bringing him home.

“Of course, I’ll get the gate for you.” He pulled away to park next to the gate as Wren helped Foxy get into the car. As she took her seat in the driver’s side, Wren looked over at the huge robot crouched in her backseat.

“What do you think? Should we drive by? Just to take a peek?” Foxy furrowed his brows and frown. Turning the key, Wren tried to convince him, “Oh, come on, I’m not going to stop, we’ll just drive by. Besides, Tasty Burger is in that direction I believe.” If he could sigh, surely he didn’t need to do so audibly as Foxy’s shoulder sloped down as if he did sighed and rolled his eyes in defeat. “Thanks Foxy-Loxy, you’re the best.”

The car puttered off of the cemetery lot and turned left on the road. Streetlights were placed so far apart, most of the road was almost pitch black with trees and bushes heavily lining one side of the road opposite of the cemetery property. No doubt it was to try to block the homeowners’ view of the cemetery and reminder of the inevitable just across the street. Soon the rolling tall hills with glinting flat headstone markers gave way to the taller, much more impressively ornate headstones and monuments that glowed an haunting white aura under the pale light of the moon and streetlamps. 

Finally, a tall brick wall severely cut off the field of tombstones and it was replaced with a huge lawn of grass, pruned shrubbery and trees. Wren slowed her car down to a coast and both she and Foxy craned their heads to get a look. There, sitting atop a hill as it almost on cue sat the mansion.

It appeared to be a fairly large home instead of the much giant castles that Hollywood stars of now live in, but this was surely the same home, Wren recognized the four distinct pillars that marked the entrance of the home. Unable to see much of the home due to how strangely dark the property was, Wren frown. “Hah, well Foxy, that was anticlimactic-”

She gasped as she turned her attention to the road. Wren slammed on the brakes and swerved into the next lane, then fishtailed back into her original lane before, with tires screeching, her car took a skidding slide across the entire road and finally came to a skidding halt in the shoulder of the opposing traffic lane. Thank God she was the only one in the road, she thought to herself, feeling her body running ice cold with the sudden adrenaline spike surging through her, gripping the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip.

Once the car had came to a complete stop, Foxy lift his head from his brace position and leered at Wren. She took noticed in the rear view mirror. “Hey now, don’t give me that look, Foxy! I just saw someone close to the street!”  

The petite woman placed her car in park and staggered out of the vehicle. She cursed under her breath as she walked over to the street, shining her flashlight down the road. “Alright jerk, where the hell. . . are . . . you?” Wren swept the light side to side down the road, but all she saw was the tire marks on the road that emitted the smell of burning rubber still. A glint suddenly flashed in the shadow of the bushes, making her step back. “What the-?”

“Miss! Hey, miss!” a voice called from behind. Wren turned to see she had stopped her car next to the gated entrance of none other than that of the grand house. There on the other side of the gate was an elderly-looking man, white hair stuck out in wild tufts from underneath his cap. He wore a green scarf around his skinny neck and his clothes and jacket just seem to hung off his hunched frame like it was one size too large for the man. “Are you alright? I-I heard the sound so I came over to see if I could help,” he stammered.

“I’m fine, just. . . just almost hit a deer or something,” she lied, looking over her shoulder at where the flashlight had caught that glint. whatever it was, it was gone now. She approached the man at the gate, getting a good look at his appearance and noticed he looked quite unnaturally gaunt. His cheeks sunken in his face and in his right hand, he held aloft an old-fashion oil lantern.

He sighed in relief. “Good, well I’m glad you are OK, miss. The roads are quite dangerous if you are not careful.”

“I now see that they are. Umm, thank you sir for checking on me, I’ll be leaving then.”

“Oh, alright,” the man said, watching her go back to her car. As Wern opened the door, he quickly called out, “You be careful now!” Wren gave him a wave as she reversed her car off the grassy shoulder and, once she was clear that no cars were coming down the road her way, drove back over to her side of the road. The mansion slowly fading from her view and into the darkness.

A few more seconds of feeling Foxy’s gaze of concern on the back of her head got Wren to finally answer him. “Yeah, I’m not really feeling like burgers tonight. Let’s . . .  Let’s just go home, Foxy.”

[dreamingreality00]

We Keep This Love in a Photograph

Perryshmirtz Christmas fic!! (posted 2 days after Christmas I know shh)

Word Count: 3,765

Rating: Teens+

Summary:  Heinz was thankful he got to spend a few hours of Christmas Eve with Perry, but when a blizzard hits, he might just end up with more than he bargained for. 

Six tries. It had taken him six tries to get this damned present wrapped before Perry came over. Okay, maybe he’d gotten it the second time. And the third. And the fourth and fifth. But they didn’t count because none of them were neat enough for Perry. They looked like garbage. Complete and utter garbage. As a matter of fact, he himself looked like garbage, as he not gotten out of bed at all that day, and he had approximately-

“Twenty minutes until Perry the Platypus gets here!” he shrieked, setting the present carefully aside and jumping out of bed. He all but sprinted to his closet, grabbed his nicest purple sweater and some teal pajama pants (given to him by Perry for Christmas last year), and ran to the shower. In seven minutes he was showered and dressed, frantically trying to make his hair look presentable.

Done getting ready, Heinz rushed to the kitchen, skidding across the floor and almost sliding into his table in an attempt to stop, and started preparing Perry’s favorite tea and cookies. He rolled the dough he’d already prepared the night before and cut them with his platypus cookie cutter at record speed. The second he put the cookies in the oven he started on the tea. It was all a whirlwind of motion. Had anyone been watching, they would’ve seen nothing but a blur of purple and teal.

Once done, Heinz sat down for a moment to catch his breath, panting. He knew he was being a little ridiculous; this was their third Christmas together, and he shouldn’t be as nervous as a schoolboy on his first date. But it was their first as friends instead of enemies, and Heinz had no idea what to do. He knew he wanted to spend the day before Christmas with Perry the Platypus (the man obviously had a family to get to Christmas day, and Heinz knew they would text anyway), but he was pretty sure Perry didn’t want to. Who would want to spend their Christmas Eve with him? He knew Perry had stayed the night at his place before and seemed to not, well, hate him like Heinz had thought, but this was a holiday you generally wanna spend with people you really care about and love.

He could hope though.

On top of all that, he was nervous beyond nervous about his gift to Perry. Their first year he’d gotten him a vase. Perry insisted that he loved it, but Heinz knew it was awful. Their second year he did better, getting him another wheel of that cheese he likes so much and a gift card to the coffee shop he frequents. This year, though, they were friends, and Heinz had to do better than that. They were friends.

Just friends.

Just friends, except Heinz was in love with Perry. Which was partially why he was so anxious. His gift this year was a photo album filled with pictures of them, and a card with a note telling Perry how much he means to him. Of course, not exactly how much he means to him. Just everything minus the feelings that Perry would inevitably not return and possibly laugh at if he found out about. So he just... wasn’t going to tell him. Ever. And that was fine.

Heinz put his head in his hands and groaned. This was going to be a long day.

He hoped the gift was a good one. He hoped Perry liked it. Most of all, he hoped he was able to get over these useless feelings that he hadn’t even known about until three months ago out of nowhere; he still clearly remembered night when he’d sat up in bed at two in the morning, said “fuck”, and sat there thinking for three hours before falling back asleep. Just as he pulled himself out of his thoughts and realized he should take the cookies out of the oven, he heard the doorbell and jumped out of his seat.

“Just a minute!” he called, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat and pulled the cookies out, taking a second to smell their warm, chocolatey scent before setting them down and running to the door.

When he opened the door he was greeted with the most unfairly adorable sight he had ever seen. He couldn’t believe this. The man in front of him was clad in a way-too-oversized teal sweater and black skinny jeans that Heinz could swear were made solely to torture him. His hair was a controlled kind of messy, and he wore a cheesy smile on his face as he held his wrapped present out to Heinz.

Rolling his eyes, he invited Perry in and gestured for him to sit down on the couch.

“Hold on, your present is back here,” he said, walking back to his bedroom. He took a deep breath and grabbed the box, making sure everything looked neat before he went back out to Perry.

Merry Christmas Eve, Heinz, Perry signed, his present in his lap. Do I smell cookies? Because if so, I think we should have those before we open our gifts, he grinned at Heinz, setting his present down on the coffee table and slowly backing into the kitchen, waiting for Heinz to answer.

He faked a sigh. “Fine,” he huffed and crossed his arms. In reality, however, he was grateful for the delay. The more time he had before Perry opened his gift the better. Plus he got to spend more time with him. It was a win-win.

Perry’s face lit up and he turned and went into the kitchen. He sat down and let out a laugh as Heinz put the cookies on a plate for the two of them and poured two cups of tea.

Platypus cookies? Really? he laughed, picking up one and biting down, his mouth making a comical “o” shape and a look of exaggerated bliss on his face. I take it back, these are wonderful and I have no idea why I ever doubted you.

Heinz responded with a laugh and a wink, and the two sat there and talked for awhile. It was mostly small talk, Perry telling Heinz about the boys’ latest idea to make animatronic snowmen that could go to space. Heinz ended up rambling on about some Christmas party incident from a few years back that even he was barely paying attention to, but when he looked up, he saw Perry paying rapt attention and staring at him, which caused Heinz to stumble over his words and blush.

The two ended up back on the couch after they had finished as many cookies as they could reasonably eat and cleaned up. Heinz’s heart rate sped up, and he prayed it wasn’t noticeable. They handed each other their gifts, Heinz’s hands shaking furiously. At this point, his level of nervousness was completely over the top and unnecessary, but he couldn’t help himself. He looked down at Perry’s gift to him, wrapped up in Frosty the Snowman wrapping paper. Heinz had used a platypus-print wrapping paper, and he didn’t regret it at all, especially as he watched Perry smile fondly at it. Tentatively, he went to open his gift, making sure to watch Perry unwrap his out of the corner of his eye. Perry got to his first. Heinz watched as Perry arched an eyebrow and let out a little huff of laughter, shaking his head.

“Wha… what’s wrong?” Heinz stuttered, his heart pounding frantically. “D-did I get something wrong? I thought-”

Nononono, Perry quickly signed, shaking his head. You didn’t do anything wrong.  Just… open your gift. He gave Heinz a soft smile that simultaneously calmed his nerves yet kept his heart in overdrive.

He turned his focus to opening his present, finally getting the paper off despite his shaking, and he held the present in his lap. The-

He burst out laughing. “You, you got me the same exact thing, didn’t you Perry the Platypus?” he sputtered out, laughing more as Perry nodded his head.

Soon both of them were doubled over, giggling like madmen, and neither really knew why. Perry clutched his side and slapped his knee, he was laughing so hard. Heinz’s laughter started to subside before Perry’s, and he looked up at the man in front of him, eyes crinkled at the corners, a wide smile gracing his face, and his chest heaving. He let out a few more huffs as Perry’s own laughter died down, being hit with the sudden realization that no matter how much he thought he loved Perry before, he loved him in this moment more than he had ever dreamed was possible.

Realizing he was staring, he quickly averted his eyes and looked back down at his present, running his hands over it. It was a dark purple photo album (the one he got Perry was black with some blue highlights he’d added himself), and when he opened it, he saw the first picture. It was a side-by-side of the two of them, one from their first day as nemeses and one of their most recent ones. It had a note written on it in black marker that said,”From loathing to loving, here’s to the years we’ve spent together and many more. -PtheP”

Heinz would be lying if he said he didn’t tear up a little. He was dying to flip through the album and read all the notes that he noticed were by the pictures, but just then he looked up and saw Perry holding open the card he’d put inside the cover of his album, reading it. He gripped his leg tight enough to hurt, trying to calm down. He remembered clearly word for word what he had written, given that he’d rewrote it just about twenty-four times.

Perry the Platypus,

Gosh, where do I begin? From the moment you first blew up one of my inators to the last time we had pizza together, we’ve grown so much. Animosity turned into a weird friendship that turned into now. I genuinely can’t say how much your friendship means to me, as I’m sure you already know. I’ve never had someone like you in my life. I’ve never been lucky enough to have someone beside me without being forced to be there, or someone there regardless of what I could do for them. Just… there. With no strings or lies or abuse attached to that. And that means more to me than you could ever know. Thank you so much, Perry the Platypus, for always being there- even when you were my nemesis- and for sticking it out with me throughout all these years.

Here’s hoping for more, Dr. D.

He could never say any of that out loud, of course, but he wrote it and now Perry had read it. Slowly he looked up at Heinz, who looked back although he was terrified of what he might find. He meant every word of that note, and he trusted Perry, but still. Laughter, hatred, disgust? They were all things he was used to and it wasn’t like Perry the Platypus didn’t have reason. But all he saw were tears and a wide smile.

He was thrown back into the arm of the couch when Perry lurched forward and enveloped him in a hug. He stiffened for a second before returning the embrace and burying his head in Perry’s shoulder. His heart clenched. Perry hugged him tighter.

“I, uh, guess you liked the card, then?” he said.

Perry huffed and pulled back, wiping his eyes. Yes, I did. Thank you for being here for me, and thank you for the card.

Heinz responded by smiling back at Perry and reaching out to squeeze his hand, a common gesture between the two. Perry’s hand felt warm and slightly wet with tears. He felt his body release a bit of the tension he didn’t know he was holding at the comforting familiarity of his hand in his.

His eyes wandered over to the clock behind Perry. With a jolt, he remembered the snow storm that was supposed to hit around three that he’d forgotten about when making his plans. They had spent more time talking than he thought. It was five thirty.

“Fuck,” he whispered, jerking his hand out of Perry’s and running over to a window. “Fuck.”

Perry had followed him. What’s wro-, he stopped, seeing what Heinz was seeing.

The ground was covered in snow. At the very least it looked like eight inches, and the snow was still falling heavily, and fast. It would be impossible to see farther than one’s own hand if you were out there. The snow was billowing around in violent flurries, the thick blanket on the ground growing higher and higher with every passing second. Driving in this blizzard would be impossible, not to even think about flying. Perry had walked here, and though he could get his hover car to him in a mere five minutes, there was literally no option to leave at this point in the storm.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry I wasn’t paying attention to the time and we were talking and eating and opening gifts and I just-”

Perry shushed him. Heinz, it’s fine. I’ve stayed the night before and I still have stuff here. It’s no big deal.

“But- but it’s Christmas Eve and you should be with your family, Perry, not me.”

Perry’s face softened. Heinz, you know I consider you family completely. I don’t mind staying here at all.

“But-”

No but’s. It’s fine Heinz, I swear. I like staying here with you, anyways. 

Heinz was blushing at this point, and he still felt bad, but he nodded and nervously stepped away from the sudden close proximity to Perry he found himself in. He saw Perry frown slightly at that, but instead of sticking around to let Perry figure it out, he turned around and walked away from the window. He saw Perry get out his phone, likely to text his family and let them know what was going on.

“So, uh, I guess I’ll uh, find us a movie to watch for the night,” he said, looking over his movie shelf. “Since it’s Christmas Eve, how about…” he trailed off, trying to find his Christmas movies. “Ah! Here we go. How about Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer? The 1964 one?”

He looked back at Perry, who made a sound of disgust. That’s the cheesiest one, Heinz. Come on.

He scoffed. “Well, now we’re definitely watching it, no exceptions. I’ll go make some popcorn.”

Perry rolled his eyes but went to the closet to get out some extra pillows and blankets. This was a normal occurrence for them by now. Perry goes to Heinz’s house to watch a movie, Heinz makes popcorn or trail mix or orders pizza, and Perry sets up the endless amount of pillows and blankets needed to get comfortable if it’s cold outside. If it’s not cold, he just sets up the fans and the sheets they use, but given the reason he was staying over, that wasn’t really applicable. Heinz smiled at the thought of this being a sort of tradition for them. Something that was just theirs. A normal, domestic movie night tradition. His heart fluttered at the thought.

A few minutes later everything was set up and they were settled in with a few bowls of popcorn scattered over the couch with them, the movie starting up. They had turned the lights off and Heinz blinked a bit to adjust to the brightness of the screen. Looking over, he noticed that Perry was only a bit more than an arm’s length beside him, two popcorn bowls shoving him from the end of the couch (where he never really sat anyways). His legs were curled in under him and he had a blanket wrapped around his back, his hair messy from the static of all the blanket. Heinz thought he could stare at him all night, the movie be damned, but Perry glanced over at him and Heinz quickly looked back at the screen.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, and Heinz started to yawn. He burrowed down even farther into the blankets and was just starting to doze off when he noticed that Perry was closer. Somehow throughout the movie, Perry and Heinz had shuffled together.

Perry let out a yawn and set aside some empty popcorn bowls, adjusting himself to where his head was resting under Heinz’s arm.

Well, he sure as hell was awake now. He felt his face burning, and it spread to his upper chest, which was drumming fast and loud like some annoying marching band. He knew Perry could feel it.

He tried as hard as he could to focus on the movie, watching as Rudolph talked to some bunnies and raccoons. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but anything was better than focusing on the warmth of Perry’s body, on how easily he fit with Heinz, how his hand was less than inches away and how nice it would feel to hold them, how his lips were just a tad swollen and likely softened by the buttery popcorn, how nice it would be to kiss those lips-

No. Stop. Those thoughts would only lead to trouble and sadness, more of which he definitely did not need. He turned his full attention back to the movie and pushed down his feelings. He could pine some other time when he was alone.

Within a few minutes his drowsiness had returned tenfold, and he began yawning some more as his eyelids felt as if they were tied to bricks. He knew it was early, only around six thirty, but he’d woken up at four that morning and, granted, had had a pretty emotional day. He was beyond spent.

Without thinking or even noticing what he was doing, Heinz cuddled up against Perry more and grabbed his hand, closing his eyes with a set internal goal of sleeping. Perry looked up at him, but Heinz barely saw him.

“Mmm ya know Pu'rry the Pl-mmhmh-us,” he slurred out, already being pulled under into unconsciousness, “ ‘a love you. Like, like not inna friend way, ya’know what I mean? Like...like love love. Yeah,” he giggled. “Mmmmg’night though, 'm love you.”

And with that, he was out, not even seeing the looking of utter shock on Perry’s face and the helpless smile that immediately followed.

The next morning Heinz woke up and felt cramped. He stretched out his limbs and felt the chill of the air outside his blankets, quickly covering himself back up. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, a glance at the clock told him it was seven in the morning. Or the afternoon, but it was likely morning, given the lack of light coming in through the window. He rolled over and-

“Umph!” he grunted as he fell off the couch. Gosh, what a way to wake u-

Wait what? The couch?

He looked around at the stacks of blankets and pillows around him and the Rudolph DVD on the coffee table in front of him. Last night’s events came rushing back to him. The cookies, the storm, the movie, the popcorn, the-

Oh fuck He whipped his head around, looking for any sign of Perry. Great. He wasn’t there. Heinz had literally just… confessed his love in the middle of a damn children’s Christmas movie, and now it was Christmas day and he’d scared Perry off and lost the one real friend he’d ever had, along with the love of his life.

He sat up and buried his head in his hands, feeling the familiar yet stronger than ever violent pang in his chest and his stomach twisting, his body going weak. His eyes burned with hot tears that threatened to spill into his hand. Throat tightening, he fought the urge to throw up or scream or both, instead choosing to curl in on himself and throw his blankets over his head. Maybe if he stayed in there for a week he’d stop feeling as if he’d been punched in the gut. Maybe if he stayed in there forever he'd stop existing. 

He was so stupid how could he do that? How could he just… ruin his life like that?

He heard a sound coming from his kitchen and some footsteps followed by a worried and confused noise. Reluctantly, he came out from under the blankets and came face to face with a very much there Perry.

“P-Perry the Platypus. What are you-” he stammered through his sore and choked up throat, “What are you doing here? I thought… I thought after last night you’d, you’d be gone. Well, uh, I’m sorry for it then, I guess. I mean, I’d like to say I was lying or whatever, but uh, ha, you’d see right through that I mean you’re a trained secret agent and all so… But um, you didn’t have to- I mean you can leave. N-not that I want-”

He was cut off as Perry grabbed his face and smashed his lips against his. Heinz sputtered in surprise for a second before returning the kiss, a million thoughts racing through his mind but for once the soaring of his heart stopping them, the softness of Perry's lips and the hands on his cheek and side distracting him even more. He put his hands on Perry's shoulder, pulling him in a bit more. 

He wasn't sure how long they were there like that, the tears on his face drying and the kiss growing in intensity, before he pulled back. He rested his forehead against Perry's for a second, feeling as if he was flying but simultaneously confused as hell. “Does this mean you…?”

Perry just smiled and nodded. He leaned in and placed a softer kiss on Heinz’s lip, making Heinz lean forward slightly with longing when he pulled away.

I made you breakfast, he signed, and I would love to stay and eat it with you, but my family is outside to pick me up and I know Linda will kill me if I keep them waiting much longer this early in the morning. Plus I’m sure Vanessa is already on her way. 

Perry grabbed his photo album and his card. He tucked them under his arm, bending down to kiss Heinz one last time before leaving and smiled.

 I’ll come over tomorrow. Merry Christmas Heinz. I love you too.

[markiplier-nsfw]

Bonnie's toy

*SMUT WARNING* don’t read if your don’t like, boyxboy, daddy kink, sex, or exhibition kink. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. As Mark walked backstage he waved bye to the animatronics having out in the kitchen. “Where did you go Bonnie?” Mark wondered around looking for his boyfriend when he was slammed into a wall getting pinned by his attacker. “Who-” “Shhh be quiet bitch!” Bonnie growled at his sub making the man fall silent. “You were bad today, do you remember what being a bad boy gets you?” Mark remained silent, scared to upset his daddy. “You may speak.” “They get punished daddy.” The sub said with a small voice, subspace flooding his system. “You’re right baby boy. Do you know what you did?” His boy shook his head no not understanding why his daddy was mad. “Aw, you don’t even realize what you did. You’re so cute. You flaunted your greedy hole in front of everybody, bending over in those tight little shorts I love, you even showed how good a cock sucker you are.” Mark soon realizes what the rabbit meant. Today he was trying to get his daddy’s attention not knowing it was also getting others. “Do you get it now?” “Yes daddy, I’m sorry.” “Explain yourself doll.” Mark gulped trying collect his thoughts, it was harder when his dom would grind against his ass rubbing his cock through the materiel of Marks shorts. “Daddy I, ooh, I wanted to get your attention. I didn’t mean to make you upset. Ah, I, uh, I’m y-yours, o-ohh only yours.” “Damn right, I forgive you but I still need to punish you, I’m gonna give you 15 on each cheek. If you take it well I will let you choke on my cock.” He stopped grinding on Mark and pulled him to a chair where he laid Mark over his knees. “Count.” “*smack* one, thank you daddy. *Smack* Two, thank you daddy. *Smack* Three, mmh thank you daddy. *Smack* Four t-thank you daddy. *Smack* Five, thank, thank you daddy.” After twenty Mark started to sob while counting. “Shh, it’s okay, you can stop counting I’m gonna do the last ten fast okay.” Before Mark could answer he felt five quick and hard smacks on each side. “Hush, you did so good baby boy, you were so good for me.” Bonnie cradled Mark over his lap cooing at the sobbing man. “Daddy, please shove your cock down my throat.” Mark pleaded once he calmed down. “I guess you can get your reward after taking your punishment so perfectly.” Bonnie shoved Mark harshly off his lap and onto the floor making him sit in between his open thighs with his hands on his ankles. His cock stood at a good 6 inch length, perfect to choke Mark with, it was the perfect ratio of girth to length. “Do you want this?” Marks mouth watered at the sight of his daddy’s cock, waiting for his daddy to shove it in his mouth forcing it into his throat. “Yes daddy, please.” “Okay.” He suddenly was pulled forward by his hair stopping right before his reward, his daddy hit his cock against his tongue. Mark whined wanting his daddy to hurry up. “Alright, alright.” Bonnie pushed his cock along Marks tongue and into the back of his throat, he started thrusting roughly keeping marks nose on his hip making him gag and choke, his throat flutter over and over. “Baby you feel so good, choking on me so nicely.” Mark looked up with tears in his eyelashes as well as down his face. “I’m gonna cum down your pretty little throat, you’re gonna swallow all of it.” He started thrusting even harder shoving Marks face to his groin, growling dirty things to Mark making him squirm but not try and move his position. “Swallow it.” Bonnie growled as he came with the tip of his cock in Marks mouth wanting him to taste his daddy. Mark closed his eyes when he tasted his daddy’s juice savoring the bitter flavor on his tongue. He greedily drank all the cum that flooded his mouth, cleaning his daddy’s cock until Bonnie pulled him away by his thick hair. “Thank you so much for choking me daddy, I love how you taste and how you use me.” Bonnie saw Marks eyes were clouded by his submissive nature. Bonnie looked down at Marks crotch seeing his erection straining in the tight denim of his short shorts. Bonnie wanted to wreck Marks ass claiming him in front of everybody. “Hey mark, I need you to think for a second. I want to show everybody that you’re mine, I want to fuck you while they watch. You okay with that?” Mark could only think about how the idea of his daddy claiming him in front of everybody, showing them that Mark was his and his only. “Yes, yes please, daddy.” Bonnie was a little worried that Mark was too deep in subspace to actually think about it. “Mark, I need you to be a big boy for a sec and think.” “Yes dadd-Bonnie I’m sure please I love you and I want you to claim me in front of everybody. Please.” Mark had grabbed Bonnie’s paw and put it on his face for the animatronic to see he meant it. Bonnie went to gather everybody while Mark waited for his daddy to set everything. Mark knew he didn’t have to worry too much about stretching himself since his daddy made him wear a small plug incase they didn’t have enough time for a long session. He was still sitting on the floor with one hand on his lips trying to find any left over cum he could have missed. “Baby boy, it’s show time.” Bonnie said with a wicked grin as he pulled Mark up off the floor and to the front stage. When everybody saw that Marks clothes were messed up and his hair was wrecked they gasped. They could tell that something was up when they saw the bulge in Marks tiny shorts. “Okay guys I have a little show for you, now pay close attention, watch how my pet reacts to everything I do, every touch, every caress, everything I do effects him.” As Bonnie spoke he followed every word with the action his hands never leaving marks skin. “Now enjoy the show.” Bonnie ripped Marks shirt off wrapping one arm around the subs chest holding him in place so he could strip him of his clothing. One make was bare his daddy turned him around and bent him over exposing his plugged hole. Mark didn’t fuss when his daddy man handled him so he clung to him like a koala making the plug slip. Bonnie heard Marks breath hitch and felt for the plug feeling it move a little. Bonnie pulled the plug out harshly making Mark cry out only to stuff him with his cock. Mark felt his daddy set a rough pace fucking into him and making him moan and cling to him even more. Everybody could do nothing but watch, too shocked to look away or move. Some had looks of slight fear while others had interest and arousal. Bonnie pulled out and turn mark so he was facing the group, his face was flushed red and he had a look of pleasure as he was pounded into by his daddy. “Mark is MINE, you won’t touch him, you won’t bother him, he is MINE.” Mark’s daddy leaned down and bit his neck making blood bubble up lightly. When Mark felt his daddy mark him he cried out and came so hard that he blacked out. When he came to all he could feel was his daddy ramming into him making his hole sore and oversensitive. “I’m gonna make you come again, hush, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t know you can.” Mark could only let himself be used once his daddy locked him to his chest with his arms. He withered around moaning and screaming feeling overwhelmed by his daddy fucking his hole and bruising his prostrate. “Mark look at everybody watching you get fucked, watching you squirm, watching you come undone by my cock in your slutty ass.” “Daddy, oh, ah, ah, please, mmh, please cum in my slutty hole, fill me with your cum, oh, please.” Mark rambled with his head on his daddy’s neck looking into his eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna fill you up baby.” Bonnie watched as everybody stared at his baby, he could feel his orgasms building up inside. “You think I was fucking him hard, just wait.” Mark braced himself knowing how hard Bonnie can truly fuck him if he’s possessive. Mark cried out sobbing from the intense abuse of his prostate. “Daddy, I can’t.” Mark could only sob knowing his daddy was too close to slow down. “Yes you can.” Mark came right after his daddy spoke, tightening even more around Bonnie making him cum deep in his ass. Once they calmed down Bonnie pulled out and shoved the plug from before into to Mark before any cum could escape. “Now remember he is MINE.” Bonnie carried the passed out sub to a mattress behind stage. Laying him down and cleaning the sweat and cum off him, but leaving the plug. It took about ten minutes for Mark to wake up wrapped in a blanket with his daddy playing with his hair. “Hi daddy.” Mark giggled making Bonnie role his eyes playfully. “Hi baby.” Bonnie smiled at Mark until he squirmed and yelped his eye widening. “Shh, its just the plug baby.” Mark calmed down then moaned knowing his daddy’s plan. “Haha, I guess you already know what I want. You did so good baby, do you want me to clean you now or are you too sore?” “Please daddy, now.” Bonnie pulled down the blanket and spread Marks thighs lifting them to give him more access. Mark’s daddy pulled out his plug slowly seeing Mark wince, he spread his cheeks and gently pushed his tongue into Mark having to hold him still as he worked his tongue in and out curling it inside. “Thank you daddy, I feel so good.” Once Bonnie had Mark all clean out he opened Marks mouth spitting his cum into his subs mouth. “Thank you daddy, I love you.” Mark cuddled into Bonnie’s chest, yawning softly. “I love you too pet.” Bonnie whispered to Mark as the man feel asleep. “You’re all mine.”

[themanglc]

what made you write the backstories to each fnaf character the way you did?

Uh, each of them? Let me put this under a cut, because I’m gonna ramble a bit.

Mangle

Honestly, since Jenny’s was the first, I kept everything relatively vague with regards to her life and times, only getting more specific as I pondered more on it. If I ever reboot Mangle, I’ll probably rewrite the human portion of her backstory to accommodate what I’d ended up writing later after a lot of thought, as well as delving more into her pawn shop verse because that really brings things out for her.

The one big thing I had in mind for her concept was the fact she wanted to be like Toy Foxy--a hero type. The second big thing was the fact that she’d grow to be apathetic as Mangle, but certain muses can bring that fire out of her pretty easily.

Not only that, but the only thing mentioned about Felicity was that she disappeared while on the search for Jenny herself. The Sister Location verse was actually supposed to be a reversal in which Jenny searches for Felicity instead of the other way around, but it’s never been used, so I may drop that verse eventually.

I’d been out as a lesbian for a few months, too, and already telling myself that I needed to embrace that more--so making Jenny a lesbian was just the natural conclusion.

Spring Bonnie

Springbon was actually the SECOND FNAF muse I’d considered picking up, but the third one to actually get a block made. Tbh I fell for him when I saw him in FNAF World, like dang, cutie.

Springbon’s backstory in his profile is sorely lacking, and tbh I may just drop Nightmare Springbon and Nightspring, or else just keep Nightmare Springbon as a side-verse. Either way, I wanted to make things very straightforward like the games, and tbh Fredspring was the first ship in FNAF that I fell for like a damn sap.

Plushtrap

Plush was actually trickier to figure things out for. Still is, actually, what with him being a dick who enjoys scaring kids in between protecting them.

My initial notes for him connected him to the Puppet’s “birth”, and then he was passed from owner to owner until he reached the FNAF4 girl who owns him. He was also supposed to originally be apathetic re: the Nightmares and the Purple Guy, but then it somehow turned into him being like “fuck your shit, stop”.

His profile narrowed down his number of owners to two--a boy and his cousin--as well as giving him a more firm stance against the ones who messed with kids. I think Plush has more development thanks to FNAFWMD than anything else!

Bonnie

I feel like Malachi is EXTREMELY underdeveloped, but then again, he initially started with the one-liner of “sorta ditzy but well-meaning bun”, with his Withered counterpart receiving “is a bit meaner, but still kinda ditzy--’my fucking face is gone’, but stays in the fucking room”.

( Of course, I don’t really tend to play human guys, so I devoted more time into the non-human variations. I do plan on remedying that tho. )

Nightmare Bonnie

I put Nightmare Bonnie in here b/c this would eventually lead me to make Nightmare in the first place--namely, the fragments of the murdered children’s souls bit. I wanted to make N. Bonnie similar to his counterpart except with the addition of some other traits, and then realized that, well...

( *coughs* Scott, we still don’t know what exactly the Nightmares are. *cough* )

Foxy

Lauren was basically a foray into something I’d experienced for a good portion of my life--that is, the Uranus Effect. It’s a nickname for that feeling one gets ( as a butch lesbian ) of being both a man and a woman, without encroaching on things that may not be accurate for me to describe those feelings ( like dysphoria, being bigender, etc. ).

( To me, anyway. )

Ironically, one of the things that led me to making Foxy was FNAFuckboy’s, but I really enjoy where it led to. Lauren’s probably one of my fave FNAF humans, and I may kinda ship her with Felicity a bit.

Baby ( technically an OC ok )

Cheryl was basically me taking some foregone conclusions--that is, Afton’s apparent favoritism of her in Sister Location, despite being evil enough to send Michael down into a place filled with murderous animatronics--and then running with them.

However, I also felt like she’d be someone who wouldn’t know about dear ol’ dad’s child-murdering, and being around robots for so long, she’d eventually pick up making them.

Ballora

By this point, a lot of Jenny’s backstory had expanded and basically paved the way for Felicity to begin making her own path. While Jenny’s life had been detrimental through ableism, though, it felt more fitting to ruin Felicity’s life with homophobia instead--if only because Felicity managed to avoid murderstuffing.

She tends to reflect a lot about Jenny, being the active to Jenny’s passive, the homicidal killer because that’s what she wants to Jenny’s killing because she needs something to feel alive.

@mechaniicalinstiinct accidentally helped me connect dots to Felicity and Elphaba, while chatting with @stayuptildawn led to me writing meta based on Greek myth. Oops.

Lolbit, Blackrabbit

Not yet. But sooner or later.