#now you get to feel how long william was waiting in springtrap!

[dovewingkinnie]

part 7 to the stitched au (i have returned to it after a few months hello) (previous part) (first part)

[yanderes-galore]

PLEASE A YANDERE SPRINGTRAP(yes I know i'm obsessed) PLEASE! Plot: Reader actually escapes by outsmarting him(somehow)

I don' t know who made this but it's funny!

I can try to! Also, yeah, the image is funny. Sorry for the long wait!

This sort of implies you were the first nightguard in Fazbear's Fright and William is getting used to being Springtrap.

You Who Got Away

Yandere! Springtrap Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Sadism, Haunted animatronic this time, Start of obsession, Murder mention.

Anger made the haunted bot shudder. He had slipped up, let himself be fooled by you, now you left scot free. He kept twitching with rage.

Oh if he was still human such mistakes wouldn't have been made! Thirty years of rotting and he's lost his senses. He can barely function within his mechanical tomb. It will take some getting used to.

This had been his first encounter with you. The first time he's met you and you've already made him frustrated. Not only had you been able to leave, but you left him feeling strange.

In his past he had been a murderer. Ever since his family fell apart he had been cold. Yet here you are, making him feel strange while he's forced to live here in purgatory.

He was either too stuborn to die or was being kept in this state.

When he was transported here he was unsure how to feel. Up until he realized at night security cameras were on. Then he met you.

What a poor soul you were. Trapped here with him for a measly paycheck. When he laid eyes on you... he stalled.

You were the perfect victim. He knew your fate would be to die at his hands. Yet...

He felt killing you would ruin the fun.

He shouldn't waste you. He knew you and him would have so much fun. He couldn't help himself, he wanted to hunt you.

Your fear was delectable when he stared at you from the window. His dead eyes never leave yours. You were more of a rabbit than him.

You sat there in confused fear, hands tapping about on a tablet while quivering. He tilts his head with a wide grin. You had no idea what, or who, you were dealing with.

He hears a distant laughter in the distance. He glances at your hand on a button with disinterest. Audio meant to fool him? Why would that work?

You glance at the clock to see the time. He then takes the time to move closer from the other side. It was 4:50 AM.

"A new soul for me to slaughter, hm?"

The smell of rot makes you recoil, the rabbit standing in the doorway. You shuffle yourself towards the vent. He doesn't notice yet.

"Oh, dear... I think you'll prove to be a fun toy for me."

As if to prove his point, you dart into the vent. He's puzzled for a moment but engages in this game of chase. He knew you'd prove promising.

That was what became of most your night. You trying to run from Springtrap. The longer the chase went on the more he enjoyed you.

He could kill you when he caught you.... But there was so much more he could do. They probably wouldn't give him a victim as good as you again.

You were so clever. You fooled him by making noise and shuffling away. There were times he thought he'd catch you...

Then you'd come up with some new trick.

By the time that clock dinged and you flew out of those doors, he was left frustrated and stunned. He loved the chase yet now he couldn't stop twitching. He's... disappointed among other things.

He was frustrated he made a fool of himself and let you go. He was satisfied that you fueled his sadistic desires. He was also on edge as he may now never see you again.

He doubted anyone would believe you. A haunted robot? That's just the sleep deprivation. Although he was concerned you'd quit before he caught you.

He stares at the door with consideration. Following you wouldn't work as he would quickly be caught. Instead he stays still in front of the exit.

The idea of you quitting made him shake more, you'd think the springlocks were going off on his bones. He was upset. He gains consciousness again with new life, is tempted with such a treat, then loses it in the same night.

He'll just have to have faith that you'll return. Perhaps you're desperate enough for the money, hm? He'll just have to be patient and wait.

He can't believe he wants you to come back...

However, he knows if you do, he'll be sure you don't get away this time.

[princess-of-the-corner]

FNaF AU Pizzeria Simulator Redux Part 2

Withered Fredbear still serves as the final boss, breaking into Charlie’s house and waiting in her basement when unlocks the battle.

Aside from attractions in the Pizzeria, Charlie ALSO has to “Playtest” the Toy Animatronics in order to “agitate” Mike enough to break in with Fredbear. Charlie won’t know that, she’ll simply see that somebody broke into her house, but doesn’t seem to have stolen anything.

When trying to enter the basement after Fredbear breaks into the house, Charlie will ask the following question:

“There’s something in there, I can feel it. Do I really want to go in?”

The game will suggest that you save before entering (Charlie’s house is the only place you can save), and going in will begin the final battle.

Haunted or not, Withered Fredbear still isn’t looking good from having walked across half of Utah just to get to Charlie’s house. Most of the suit has been worn away, moss and fungus are growing out of what’s left, and the Springlocks are still plainly visible (even as grime hangs off of it), making him look like a zombie. Think like an inverse version of Springtrap.

Mike Brooks speaks through Fredbear to Charlie, Fredbear’s voice glitchy and warped from exposure to the elements. He is not happy with all of her digging, and wants to know why she reopened the restaurant. She knows William’s ghost is still out there (even if she’s already managed to burn Springtrap), and the argument eventually leads to Mike losing his temper and siccing Fredbear on Charlie.

Charlie’s able to escape to her study, but she now has an angry spirit and a dangerous animatronic on the loose in her house. Golden Freddy can appear in any camera, and will disable the cameras entirely if Charlie looks at him for too long. Withered Fredbear moves throughout the house, acting much like Springtrap in FNaF3.

Charlie just has to keep him out of her room.

Mike will also sometimes play ads for Fredbear’s Family Diner on Charlie’s camera monitors, which will make keeping Fredbear out much, MUCH harder.

Rather than killing Charlie, Fredbear will hospitalize her, forcing her to pay the hospital bill. She can still die, however. Because if she can’t afford to pay the hospital bill, they just won’t treat her injuries, leading to her bleeding out.

At 6 AM, her alarm clock goes off like it would at the start of any day, and the other spirits calm down Mike enough for him to hear Charlie out. The spirits, finally appeased, move on to whatever’s on the other side, and Charlie decides to destroy Fredbear rather than attempt to salvage it, and the ending cutscene plays.

After the ending cutscene wraps up, the “Open” sign from the “Blueprint to Office” transition lights up, and the credits roll. After the credits roll, the “Closing Time” screen pops up one final time, and the player receives the final results screen, showing how many days it took to complete the game, how much money and how many Faz Points were earned, and the overall completion percentage. After that, the player is shown the graves of the MCI victims, showing that the spirits are finally at rest.

Also “Custom Nightmare” is unlocked.

-

“If she can’t afford the hospital bill, they just won’t treat her injuries”

YEAH THAT SOUNDS ABOUT RIGHT

[ponds-of-ink]

How To Get Your William Afton To Turn Monochrome: A Handy Guide

(For context: This is a follow-up to this post. Do not attempt to do this to your version of Purple Guy unless you think this is an interesting writing and/or art challenge. This will also probably work on Springtrap, so feel free to alter this method to your liking.. I guess.)

(Because I’m not sure how long this will be, the bulk of this will be under the cut.)

—

Are you tired of your William bragging about himself all the time? Are you bored of the standard UCN or Springlock angst you put your Purple Guys through? Are you just curious to know how a (somewhat) normal human can lose his colors and look completely monochromatic?

If you said yes to any of these questions, congratulations! You and your William are perfect for this guide. Originally patented by Discord from Generation 4 of My Little Pony, this handy-dandy trick will ensure you get that break from your more overbearing interpretations.

..But that’s enough infomercial-type stuff. Let’s get to the actual instructions.

Step 1: Put your William in a situation where such an event can occur. For example: If he’s scared of mirrors (or just insecure about his looks), you can lead him into a hallway of mirrors.

But, of course, these aren’t just any mirrors..

Step 2 (Important!): Use your William’s methods against him. Be very sure you know how your William ticks before engaging in this step. Will yours buckle under pressure at the first insult or will he take a bit of convincing? Will you have to use multiple tactics or can you just pull a fake Jedi Mind Trick and be done?

To continue the example from earlier: Mine is a bit more self-conscious, but it will take time for him to go full monochrome. I think it’d be best to turn one of these “reflections” into one of his own aliases, Steve Raglan. Knowing Steve, I’m sure he’ll be able to get the ball rolling.

Step 2 will take a while, so let’s move on to the final section.

Step 3: Document the results (and maybe try to figure out the antidote if all goes south). As soon as you see his colors fade and his mood change, your job is essentially complete! Sure, you may need a color-draining entity or a remnant-altering something-or-other to really get this to work. However, as I said in the first step, you’re the one putting that man in situation. You set the stage, the circumstances I didn’t cover, and the—

Oh wait. Where’d my purple guy go?

Uh oh.

Aaaanyway, have fun with your new and “improved” William! And if he’s more of the skittish type out of the gate, well uhhh…

Oops and sorry in advance. I just went in with the assumption that the majority of William’s were at least a little bit of a show-off.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got my own to go deal with.. If I can even catch him now.

[ciceroisaware]

@goblin-the-clown

Bite my tongue, bide my time

Wearing a warning sign

Wait 'til the world is mine

Visions I vandalize

Cold in my kingdom size

Fell for these ocean eyes

(Circus Baby standing there, no eyes drawn until Ocean eyes (blue), dark background, arms to her sides, Warning sign blinking at appropriate line, at last second background flashes white and eyes go green)

(another flash of white)

(Bam Scrap Baby is there now)

You should see me in a crown

I'm gonna run this nothing town

Watch me make 'em bow

One by, one by one, one by, one by- (Each one by it rotates between Scrap, Frightened! Elizabeth, SD, and ends on Broiler)

You should see me in a crown (she leans forward, and some embers spill out)

Your silence is my favorite sound (she's bludgeoning someone with her scoop, perhaps Flaming Springtrap)

Watch me make 'em bow (heavily smoking from the mouth now, before she falls over stumbling)

One by, one by one, one by, one by one(Broiler -> CB -> SD -> Heartsick)(they are slowly standing up from where Broiler was when she stumbled, like poor stop motion at each word until fully standing)

(Marie writing about CB, watch them fall - William making CB loosely on Marie’s design and writing CB to be activated by the green band Charlotte had (Elizabeth had swapped bands with Charlotte that day, as children do, and got yoinked. JR’s Puppet used same system as the Fredbear's because its endo was just refitted.), Elizabeth dies, hit scream where Heartsick is seen biting someone [reference to her eating like two people])

Count my cards, watch them fall

Blood on a marble wall

I like the way they all

Scream

Tell me which one is worse (sitting there on a throne type thing, waving an arrow around in one hand, her chin in her other because she's leaning over and resting her elbow on the armrest)

Living or dying first (stands, Wings (her right at living and left at dying) open big and draws bow back with an arrow)

Sleeping inside a hearse (shoots at viewer)

(I don't dream) (paused right before hit and camera moves so we can see the viewer, there's a pattern spinning around the background)

You say, "Come over, babyI think you're pretty"I'm okay, I'm not your baby

If you think I'm pretty (CB (first two lines) to Frightened Elizabeth (second two lines))

(this line is about CB wanting to like… mother Elizabeth because she feels bad and sees Elizabeth as one of her kids because it's been so long together and she gets along with the Bidybabs and Electrobab and Minireenas so well but Elizabeth is frightened of her and wont go near her, and so CB is really pained and sad because she can't nurture her and Elizabeth is doing a analog horror stare at CB)

(8-Bit)You should see me in a crown (she's got a lil crown she's so silly =])

I'm gonna run this nothing town (Hand on her chest and gesturing to CB)

Watch me make 'em bow (leaning forward)

One by, one by one, one by, one by- (She's tapping a finger at each of the CBs minus Frightened Elizabeth and Scrap Baby)

You should see me in a crown (Arms out, woozy background (Reminicent of the remnant hallucinations of CB, and how 8-Bit helps show her what is and isnt there because shes all fucked up from the remnant))

Your silence is my favorite sound (CB electrocuted (she wasnt in her gallery and got shocked for it))

Watch me make 'em bow (Gesturing at a Hallucinating CB, who is glowing with remnant, which is also spilling out of several of her orafaces)

One by, one by one, one by, one by one (Funtime Freddy, Ft. Foxy, Ballora, ENNARD)

(Scrap Baby)

Crown (crown and lights blinking and blonking and)

I'm gonna run this nothing town (swinging claw around to monitor displaying the labyrinth, but it's expanded. Rooms expand on and on and off the screen. It zooms out, and more rooms are displayed, all connecting. Showing her disorientation while being in the labyrinth.)

Watch me make 'em bow (bludgeoning and fighting with Scraptrap)

One by, one by one, one by, one by-(Cut to the speech, she's leaning forward over a table, smiling maniacally. A ghost CB is beside her, hand on her dilapidated counterpart’s arm, looking sad but accepting. Referencing how CB felt so alone because Elizabeth couldn't interact with her as Scrap Baby for whatever reason.)

You should see me in a crown

(you should see me, see me) (Burning, but holding onto Scraptrap’s arm so he can't go nowhere and He Will Die Here For Abandoning Me. He Put Me Back Inside. (He put her corpse back into CB after CB was scooped for killing Elizabeth, and William didnt know it was her until he got home so he just left her there inside the clown and called a gas leak, and turned it into a rental)

Your silence is my favorite sound

(you should see me, see me) (Ucn, harassing William, but she looks tired.)

Watch me make 'em bow (Marie finding Elizabeth’s bones, and putting them inside SD Baby because she can't tell who's bones they are, but they want an anchor.)

One by, one by one, one by, one by one (HW1 Baby (looks like she wants to die), HW 2 Baby (wayyyy happier!), SD Baby (has Marie looking proudly at her on one side refrencing their relationship (CB was originally her Brainchild and now her brainchild is a reality and SHE DID IT ALL BY HERSELF!!!! Shes so proud of herself and of SD for being exactly how she originally envisioned, and how happy this thing she created was to be alive. There is joy here inside this rovot for the first time in forever, and it shows how happy her creation is.), ghost Elizabeth lurking over her other shoulder. They cool now. This one can't hurt her, she has a computer inside of her and this particular body didn't kill her. Apparently beating the shit out of your crap dad over and over is very therapeutic))

Written to be an animatic I will never make cuz I can't sit still and draw for that long rn Not for any particular reason brain won't let me. And I can't animate cuz I don't have the skill nor app/program to do so.

Background info:

Marie = my Mrs. Afton for those who are unaware, she originally came up with the idea of Circus Baby (she was a D&D Char LMFAO)

8-Bit Circus Baby is basically a program inside of CB, like a interface type deal, Circus Baby coded her herself. 8-Bit manifested her own appearance. She also appears in Special Delivery as an app assistant, however that one isn't sentient and those two aren't the same person, and the one from SD doesn't have the cool bowling alley carpet patterned vest. She isn't the one who is being mentioned I just started yapping here

My Elizabeth doesn't like William 👍

Heartsick ate two people to see if it was possible

[lostonehero]

Heh

So this is nowhere near the full length of the growing fic but it's a taste and if you guys want more send asks and stuff

Seriously it's almost at 50k words

Henry gasps as he falls to the floor. He was so close to ending it all, freeing all of them with Jeremy. He was 73 he was almost there. His gaze focused on the red on his hands. Was he stabbed?

"Pathetic, aren't you." A familiar female voice was above him holding a knife she was too young for the year. "You still believe that poor William was behind this greatness. Don't make me laugh."

Henry groaned, staring up at his ex friends wife, who looked so smug. "What?"

"You know he didn't even realize he killed your daughter. I made him drink himself to the point that he couldn't even walk straight. Sure, making him kill some of the kids was fun, but it's so much better doing it yourself. William's dumb toy got rid of Elizabeth, and with the right push, I got Micheal to kill Evan. I long sold their souls for my benefit, and I never got to sell Micheal's, but I never needed to. I got what I wanted. The most satisfying was getting Micheal killed he would follow his father because he still loved him." She laughs.

"W-why?" Henry groans it was getting harder and harder to breathe. He feels a heeled foot dig into his chest.

"Because I wanted to." Clara chuckles. "Never toppled your empire, but it's great to hide bodies in." He heel gives away and pierces Henry's heart. "Leaving him for last wasn't as satisfying as I thought it would be. Oh well, I still have others to have fun with."

......

Henry woke up to the smell of smoke and ash. He was in hell he didn't even have to open his eyes to know that. "Why, I wasn't that bad of a person, was I?"

"Oh, if you were human, you would be in heaven." A female voice chuckles, watching Henry's eyes shoot open to stare at her. "Your mother is a very evil woman. She killed every girl she had, and she just wanted a son. Made a deal at the crossroads and got you and your older sister. Shame if you weren't killed, you would have stayed human." She leans down and helps him up. "Oh, where are my manners? I'm Lucifer Morningstar at your service. Your father had this intricate plan with your daughter, but your daughter didn't want to hurt you, and Consequences doesn't exactly have permission to return to the land of the living."

Henry stares at her. "Wait, Charlie's ok?"

"Yes, she is a half demon.... well, techinally, more so. She grew up in hell with your father, and she made her own human living suit in her teen years but knew if she would ever reunite with you she would have to kill you to get you here, and she didn't want to do that." Lucifer smiles. "She's currently back in Hurricane, unaware you were killed. She's with her childhood friend Micheal , and well minced rotten meat that is her uncle." She giggles. "He won't be like that for long if his son is anything to go by. Try to figure that out, won't ya. Now I'll give you some jobs later, but for now, enjoy waking up."

Henry blinks, and before he could ask anything, he is in a massive amount of pain and stares into the empty sky in the alleyway he was left in. His phone was ringing in his pocket, and he answered it. "Hello?"

"Mr. Emily, I just wanted to tell you, uh, I haven't found Springtrap yet. Are we still on the same schedule?" A voice Henry knew as Jeremy was on the other line.

Henry sighs. "No, we have to put things on hold he is integral to the plan. Jeremy just held steady, ok." He didn't believe what just happened was real, but he knew how to confirm it. "I will be over tomorrow night. Keep acting as if things are normal."

Jeremy hums. "Of course, Mr. Emily, I will do my best."

.....

A dirty blonde hair woman in overalls stares down at the mass of rotted flesh, then to a tall brunette who looks like he hasn't slept in weeks. "So that's Uncle William?"

"Yes, well, what's left? But in truth, only his bones should remain." He sighs, taking off his rubber gloves. "If this works, I know where I get it from."

She pauses and grabs the taller man. "You left a note. Now you have to sleep. Just because you can't be killed Stitches doesn't mean you're invincible."

The man huffs. "Fine Charlie, I'll head to bed, but you have to get me fishing wire."

"Yeah, yeah, just get out of this basement." Charlie huffs. "Micheal, we'll know in the morning. I know you miss your father, but we don't have a choice basked on how this works."

Micheal yawns. "I know, I know. Burn that spring lock suit, though, please."

"With pleasure." Charlie smiles, carrying Micheal up the stairs. "Now off to bed, sad man."

Micheal rolls his eyes. "Shut up, and I told you that in confidence. I don't need the other two asking questions."

"Yeah, yeah," Charlie tosses Micheal into his bed. "When I see my dad face to face is when you'll speak to him Yada Yada."

Micheal huffs. "Don't be a dick."

"I won't be if you actually stopped with the self hatred." Charlie sticks her tongue out.

Micheal sighs, and can't keep his eyes open.

......

"Dad!" A female voice rings out. "Micheal was right."

"He's naked..." The man behind her mumbles.

"So? He's alive." The woman runs down the stairs. "You're like Micheal."

"Techincally, Micheal is like him." The man comes into view a scar is wrapped around his head going over his nose and under his eyes.

"Semantics." The red-headed woman waves him off. She hands him a towel off of the wall. "Sorry it's stained."

William blinks. "Elizabeth? Evan?"

"It's a long story, but Micheal was right." Elizabeth smiles. "We would tell him you're up and awake, but he's asleep, and well, he doesn't exactly sleep much anymore."

Evan nods. "Uh yeah, so you probably have a lot of questions, but uh...." He grabs a booklet of papers. "We all wrote you stuff to explain things."

Elizabeth holds her hand out. "You can read it upstairs and not in Micheal's workshop in the basement. It smells like death down here."

"Well, the other half in here is Charlie's, but they always mix their stuff together." Evan sighs. "Come on, I'm sure we can get you some proper clothes. We aren't good at summoning things yet."

William blinks he had no idea what was going on, and he held the handwritten notes in his hand. "This will explain?" He was in the Spring Bonnie suit dead, and basically bone. He has a pluse now, and he can feel hunger gnaw at his insides. His two dead children were also adults helping him upstairs. Was Micheal here as well?

......

William sat on the couch in clean clothes, finishing reading the packet of handwritten letters for the fifth time finally digesting he was back. He reached out for his coffee and took a sip. "Youtwo don't have to keep staring I'm not going to vanish."

Evan frowns. "But you're back, and we missed you. Also, you didn't sell our souls, so that makes you the best parent."

"To be fair mother really put that bar into the fucking ground." Elizabeth sighs sinking into her seat. "Now, do you have any good idea to get Uncle Henry to die unnaturally?"

"If you're asking me if I could kill him, the answer is no." William sighs, taking another sip of his coffee. "You two wouldn't harm him. Well, Clara made sure you couldn't kill him. Again, I shouldn't be surprised since she wrote our arranged marriage contract."

Evan frowns, moving around the couch to sit next to his father. "Micheal found that and let us read it. I'm sorry."

"I don't regret having any of you guys. I didn't have a choice in the marriage to begin with, but don't ever think any of you three are a regret." William smiles at his two children, then throws his coffee when the door slams open.

"I'M BACK." Charlie shouts, slamming the door behind her, and she catches the coffee cup before it shatters. "Huh, Micheal was right in his assumption. It's nice not to see you in a pile of rotting flesh and broken bones Uncle William."

"You are so much like your father." William rubs his temples and takes a deep breath. "It's nice to see you all grown up, and I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. Clara is absolutely the worst. Also, you were so drunk. I'm surprise they didn't have to pump your stomach to combat the alcohol poisoning." Charlie smiles. "You're already forgiven. Anyway, since Micheal's still asleep, we have to figure out a way to get my dad back and a way to stop Clara."

William sighs. "Again, I don't think I can help with either."

"Oh, I'm sure you can." Charlie smiles. "Or at the very least distract Clara."

"I can do that." William sighs. "Will Micheal be up soon?"

"Hard to say." Charlie frowns. "I hope not, but he hasn't exactly been sleeping well since he got scooped."

......

Henry groans getting home. His house was empty, and it was too clean like nothing was touched except for certain things. He pulls off his shirt and doesn't realize he still has the bloodstain on it. Today was just a bad day, and setbacks were had. They just had to move forward.

Henry freezes, staring at his hands. When did he forget his cane? He must have left it in that alleyway, and it's a miracle his hips weren't killing him without it. He had to ask Jeremy if he found it searching for the haunted animotronics.

Henry sighs, he was hungry, which was new. He hasn't had an appetite in a while he blamed that on getting older and his body breaking down. He had something he could throw in the oven, but he actually felt like he had the energy to cook himself something. He might as well take advantage of that.

He paused, cutting up some carrots as his phone rang. He picks up his cell phone, realizing he didn't replace the shirt he threw in the hamper. "Jen?"

"Henry." Jen sighs on the other end.

"Are you alright? Oh, did Scarlett cancer come back?" Henry pauses, putting butter into the hot pan.

"I'm fine, and no, her last checkup was perfect she's officially in remission." Jen gives a heavy sigh. "Have you've noticed anything different?"

Henry frowns. "No.... why?"

Jen groans. "Are you still on this suicide mission?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Henry huffs. "Look, what's wrong?"

"I'm going to come up and visit, and before you argue with me, boy. I'm allowed to visit my baby brother. We don't have many of these left in us." Jen huffs, and Henry can picture her scowl.

"I miss you too, Jen." Henry chuckles. He can push his plans back. He knows Jeremy was asking because his mother was going to visit. A joint suicide after family visits.

"Now make sure there's a little mess in that home of yours. I ain't gonna live in some picture perfect cut out home." Jen sighs. "And have something else then frozen meals."

"Yes, ma'am." Henry smiles softly. He can pretend to be happy. He knows this tragic ending was coming, and he could finally set everyone free, including his daughter. "I will get everything ready."

"I'm bringing Gareth and Scarlett up with me. Bring that kid you've been working with, Jeremy was his name, right?" Jen pauses. "Yeah, before you say it, I know 50s ain't a kid, but my boys older than him, I have the right."

Henry chuckles again more genuinely. "Yeah, I can invite Jeremy."

"Good now, get some rest, old man." Jen huffs. "See ya soon, Hen."

"Yeah." Henry sighs hearing the phone click. He adjusts his glasses and texts Jeremy, who just sends him a thumbs up.

......

Micheal rubbed his eyes and cracked his back, and headed down the stairs. He yawns and grabs some water, scratching his neck.

"Look at you, Stitches, you actually slept." Charlie chuckles. "Want a sandwich?"

"Yeah, thanks." Micheal sighs, sipping his drink. "So what's the news?" His eyes look around the kitchen then to the empty living room.

"Well, your theory was correct, but Evan and Elizabeth took your father for clothes. We still have to figure out how to get my dad to die unnaturally, but so far, Uncle William is handling things better than I thought he would."

Micheal nods. "Good, I'm glad." He pauses. "Let me guess, Father knew immediately that we're that weird house down the road from your dad's place."

Charlie huffs. "He did." She hands Micheal a sandwich. "Amd he knew I picked it. It's so unfair we haven't seen each other in decades and he can read me."

"Because you act like your father." Micheal chuckles taking a bite.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Charlie crosses her arms.

"Charlie, we discussed this. My father is in love with that man." Micheal sighs. "We've both read the letters my father wrote to him."

Charlie covers her face. "Shut up." She sighs. "Do you think it could ever work?"

Micheal shrugs. "Your dad still thinks my father is behind everything, so until he learns differently, the answer is no. However, I don't know if even after the truth comes out, it could work. My father doesn't act on his impulses, and Uncle Henry is well..." He sighs and finishes his sandwich. "I wouldn't get our hopes up. We'll just be unofficial siblings."

Charlie huffs. "No fair. Uncle William deserves a man like my dad. They are perfect for each other and can help each other heal."

"You can't force it." Micheal starts to clean his dishes in the sink. "We actually have to get them to talk first."

"Stop being logical and be on my side." Charlie sighs. "I think I'm going to the diner, I can't keep putting it off. Pa's right. I have to be the one to do it."

"I'll come with you." Micheal smiles. "I'm your partner in crime."

.....

Charlie enters the pizzeria and frowns. "Somethings wrong."

"Is it the fact were both adults in an establishment for children, and we don't have kids, or is it the fact we're here to kill a loved member of our family." Micheal responds dryly.

"No weapon." Charlie mumbles, holding her hands up as the door shuts behind them.

"No weapon...." Micheal pauses as his eyes go wide. "What do you mean no weapon?"

"No weapon means no weapon." Charlie takes a breath, ignoring the weird looks. "I can see him right there he has his cane, and he's staring at us. Micheal, I haven't been able to get this close without a weapon appearing in my hands."

Micheal looks like a deer in headlight. "How fast can you tellaport us, I've changed my mind. I regret this entirely." He grabs Charlie's shoulders. "Charlie, I'm serious." He can see his uncle approach them.

"But Micheal, no weapon!" Charlie grabs Micheal in a hug. "That means your dad did it. I don't have to..."

"Excuse me." Henry adjusts his glasses. "I couldn't help but notice you both are here without your child, and we aren't currently hiring."

Charlie freezes. "I uh. Well. Er. Uh..."

Micheal swallows. "I don't think my father did anything." He can feel Charlie's grip get tighter.

Henry frowns. "Again, what is your purpose here? Who's your father, and why would he do anything to me?"

Micheal shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. "I'm Micheal Afton...." He frowns, realizing how out of place he looks. It's the middle of July, and he was in long sleeves and jeans. He was coving up the majority of his stitches, but he knew the one on his neck was visible.

"Micheal is dead." Henry narrows his eyes, adjusting his glasses. He had to admit the eye color was a perfect match. "Who's your friend?"

Charlie realizes that her dad hasn't even realized he's younger first off. Second, she can see the bags under his eyes up close. Third, he looked too skinny. She didn't know what to say.

Micheal swallows again. "Fuck we did not think this through." He covers his face.

Charlie watches Micheal sink to the floor knees to his chest. The look from her dad was now one of annoyance and anger. What could she possibly say to convince him? She gasps. "Rivitter the river otter!"

Henry steps back, his knuckles going whiteholding his cane so tight. "What?"

"You can't just shout that." Micheal groans. "This is a disaster." He buries his face in his knees, for 6ft7in man he sure can contort his body into a small circle.

"Rivitter was going to be the first animotronics you wanted to build based off Rosie the rivitter. You used to explain the blueprints to me to help me sleep." Charlie claps her hands. "I don't even think Uncle William knew about that, or he did..."

Henry swallows, looking this woman up and down. He saw bits of Margaret, but mostly he saw his sister, which she would tell him she looked just like him. "Charlotte?"

"Yes!" Charlie pulls her father into a tight hug, cracking his back. "Also, that is Micheal. He kind of shuts down when he panics in social situations. He's actually great in a crisis." She pulls away. "I didn't have to kill you.... wait, that means Uncle William didn't kill you either. Micheal didn't because he's still curled up on the floor. Uhhhh, huh..."

Henry was crying he shook his head. It didn't matter. He didn't understand what she was talking about, but it was her. Only Margaret knew how he got her to sleep, and he could recognize her a mile away.

"Wait..." Charlie huffs. "You only agreed because you knew Jeremy only worked nights."

Micheal doesn't even sastify her with an answer because it's true.

Charlie huffs. "Dad, I love you, and I have like a million things to catch you up on, but I'm going to throw Micheal in the dumpster."

Micheal huffs when Charlie picks him up. "Put me down." He huffs accent on full display, and Henry forgot how strong Micheal's accent was. "It's not my fault you didn't pay attention."

"I had other things on my mind, Stitches!" Charlie huffs. "Sorry we're making a scene, and I didn't exactly know that it wasn't Uncle William who killed you. He would have explained it better than us...me." She quickly corrects.

Henry pulls her into a tight hug even with her having Micheal over her shoulders. "How?"

"Well, you died too." Charlie puts Micheal down. "Didn't you talk to Aunt Lucy or Pa? Pa wouldn't really be helpful he likes to be cryptic, Lucy would be straightforward."

"Consequences's is an ass." Micheal sighs, dusting himself off. "He keeps dragging me into his damn pond, which makes my body rot, and having to rebuild my body is annoying. I have to redo all my stitches as well."

"To be fair, he isn't allowed in the living world till my grandmother dies. Oh yeah, your mom is awful and branded my stomach when I visited. She only put a clause in for a boy to not inherit demonic blood. She really hates girls."

"Charlie, you're rambling." Micheal sighs.

"Oh, oops, sorry." Charlie smiles. "Uncle William says I get that from you, but I dunno."

Henry can't stop smiling, then it registers what she said. "Why did you go see your grandmother? She did what?"

"Well, Pa was being cryptic, and in order to see you, I would have to kill you to well yaknow demon thing. So I wanted to meet family, and I was 16 and dumb." Charlie huffs, crossing her arms. "I can't believe she's still alive."

Henry takes a breath. "Ok, follow me to the security office. Both of you."

The two nod and follow

.....

William sighs. He really didn't need all these things, but his children insisted that he full his closet for his new room. He knew that money wasn't an issue, but this was too much for him. He took a seat while his two kids ran off to the food court. He pauses as an older woman sits next to him.

"Is this seat taken?" The silver hair woman smiles softly.

"No, not at all." William pauses. "You look familiar, have we met?"

The woman chuckles. "My son knows your eldest. You can call me Jackie." She holds out her hand, and William takes it to shake. "I haven't seen you in a while. Why's that?"

William rubs the back of his neck. "I've been around..."

"Don't worry, I know your children's secret. Two demons and something that hasn't ever been recorded, which is saying something." She pauses and smiles. "Don't look so nervous, I'm a hunter. I'll be out of retirement soon enough. Your ex has quite the bounty on her head."

"Hunter?" William furrows his brows.

"Humans that work beside the supernatural. I joined after I left Germany with my two children. Helped me get through med school." Jackie hums. "I will be coming out of retirement, though. Never wanted to, but I already know what my son and his boss are planning, which is selfless on their end, but it will be for nothing."

"Wouldn't they release their spirits?" William knew the basics of what his old friend was planning, fire setting the dead free.

"Yes and no." Jackie sighs. "Clara returned to town because she could feel what they were planning, and if it went through, she would take all of those children's souls. That would make her impossible to kill, which means very bad things." She crosses her arms. "I rather my son not die for nothing. Although that would mean he'll know about my secret, but I don't mind."

William frowns, gripping his shorts in a tight grasp. "Can I help?"

Jackie nods. "Mr. Emily and my son are working together. There is a delay in their plan due to family coming up on Mr. Emily's side, but that will only delay. Try to find a way to truly derail the plan." She pauses. "Give them a reason to live."

William nods. "I do have to confess some things, and they will probably give Henry something to gravitate towards." He rubs his arm. "Even if it's bloodlust."

"Anger can work, but your son Micheal." Jackie looks over to see her son coming. "Drag your boy out to the open, would you? He will be a great thing to get my boy safe."

"Mom?" The blonde hair man with whisps of silver in his hair. The massive scar that gies around his right eye and moves into his scalpe that catches William's attention. "What are you doing over here? I thought you said we'll meet by the food court."

Jackie chuckles. "Just catching up with a familiar face. I recall doing a skull reconstruction on his son."

Jeremy's eyes flick over to William, and a flash of emotions floods his eyes for a moment before he shakes his head. "Come on, let's go. Sorry for interrupting....?"

"Mr. Afton." William smiles, helping Jackie up. "It's not an issue. I have to find my two kids as well. It shouldn't take them this long to get food."

Jackie chuckles. "Kids get into all sort of mischief. It was nice talking to you." She takes her son's arm and hums. "Well, aren't you going to help me pick out an outfit for this barbecue your boss is holding?"

"...yes mom." Jeremy mumbles, eyes locked on the taller man as he walks away.

......

Henry runs his hands through his hair as if he is seeing his face first the first time. It was as if someone dipped him in the fountain of youth. The streaks of red I'm his beard was new, but besides that, he looked like he could be the same age as his daughter. He didn't know how he felt about that.

Micheal was distracted, looking at the photos on the wall. The blonde in the photos got older as they progressed. He was stuck at this age, and he could never have him again. The silver accented the blonde nicely, though.

Charlie huffed. "Ok, I'm sorry, but why are you distracted." She jabs Micheal's side, who groans.

"You're going to pop my stitches." Micheal hissed. His attention is back to Charlie.

Henry blinked and smiled softly. "Oh, that's Jeremy he's been helping me. Don't mind his scar he's the living bite victim, but he wears that as a point of pride." He sighs. "So why do you two want to stop us?"

Charlie scans over the photos and pauses, patting Micheal's back, realizing just how long it's been for him. "Well, mostly because Clara, if your plan goes through, she will become unkillable and will continue her constant murder spree. She is incredibly hard to track, which makes cornering her difficult. Demons can't harm her. She made sure to put that in her two contracts. I don't get the freebie because I'm half human."

Micheal crosses his arms. "I would do it, but I would have to actually find her and confront her without her well stopping me." He takes a deep breath. "I'm still digging ash out of my body from the last time."

"The problem now is that you've gathered all the children here. So, of course, she'll be close by, but that's a double-edged sword because she could just pick off these spirits one by one." She sighs. "I'm sorry we can't be much help."

Henry frowns. "So what now?"

"Now? To be fair, I didn't think we would get this far." Micheal looks away. "Just keep them here. I know Mother can't get to them during the night, and daytime well she knows camera's are watching." He takes a breath. "I can be bait to move them. I look enough like my father without having to grab him. Besides, father is still getting used to having flesh again, let alone ready to fight the supernatural."

"Well, he is taking this better than I expected." Charlie smiles and sighs. "Besides, I think Evan and Elizabeth are still dragging him around the mall."

Henry frowns. "William is back?"

"Yeah, don't worry, he only killed nine kids. Well, technically, Clara made him kill nine kids. I forgive him for my death. Actually, I'm surprised they didn't have to pump his stomach or he had a sezurie from alcohol poisoning." Charlie hums. "I mean nine is a lot, but Clara's kill count at this point is well into the mid hundreds, and that's mostly children."

Henry pales. "William didn't mean to kill you?"

Micheal nods. "He didn't even know he killed anyone until the third kid because mother tormented him, but by then, she has him on a tight leash like a dog trained by punishment and fear." He sighs. "I can show you the scars I've received from her if that makes it more believable."

Henry shakes his head. "No. I believe you. I don't know if I can forgive him, but I want to face him."

Charlie nods and gets up. "Of course we can come by. Oh, I'll make some food too."

Micheal rolls his eyes. "You just want to show off the skills you learned down south."

"Hush you." Charlie sticks her tongue out. "I still have no idea how you cook a better brisket than me."

Henry smiles. "Of course, my sister and her son and daughter in law are coming up. I'll be throwing a little barbecue. Granted, I don't think it will be so little anymore, but please come by."

Micheal sighs. "Yes, I'll make my brisket." He stretches. "I'm going to head back. Are you good if I take the car?"

Charlie nods. "Yup, don't worry."

Micheal nods and pulls a cigarette from his pocket. "See you later then, Charlie. Uncle Henry, it's nice to speak with you again." He slips out of the office and outside.

......

Micheal was laying back on the hammock on the porch, puffing smoke into the air, swaying slowly as the sun slowly dipped below the horizon.

"MIKEY!" Evan runs up to the porch, stopping himself from jumping on his older brother. "Where's Charlie?"

"Doing her own thing." Micheal blows smoke towards Evan. "You three were out late."

"Dad fell asleep in the car. I keep forgetting that this is all new to him. We'll you know not new but he hasn't done this in decades." Evan watches Micheal put out his cigarette and get up.

"I can bring him inside." Micheal stretches. "He's got the room next to mine?"

Evan nods. "Oh well, set up his clothes and everything." He vanishes in a puff of smoke.

Micheal sighs and heads down by the car. Elizabeth already got all they bought for their father. "You can quit pretending. We both know I got my terrible sleeping habit from you."

"You've gotten pretty jaded Micheal." Green eyes stare into blue. William stretches and gets out of the car.

"Kind of hard not too." Micheal shrugs leaning against the car. "Did you guys have fun? I know Lizzie has a temper, and Evan is the embodiment of sunshine."

"They got me too many things. I don't think I'll be able to use all of it." William frowns, looking up at Micheal. "You've gotten taller than me."

"You'll use it." Micheal sighs. "Yeah, I guess I did. We look like we're the same age. Still haven't figured out what we are, but I get it from you."

"It ends there since I was adopted." William sighs. "Are you alright?" He sighs, knowing the answer is no, but he could say the same about himself.

Micheal shrugs. "Physically, yeah, I'm always ok." He cracks his back. "Alright, we should head inside. Your room is next to mine. Lizzie and Evan don't stay here since they are full blood demons they have their own place in hell, Charlie. However, she stays here, her room is on the main floor, and she's a morning person."

William nods. "Explains why the two kept dragging me everywhere. I'm guessing they have work tomorrow?"

"Who knows, contracts happen, and they really can't control when they are summoned, but since they are full blood demons, they do have to return to hell to recharge. They've been in the living world for over a decade, and their human forms are cracking. They don't have to stay long, but they do have to check in and help around there."

"Are they ok with that?" William walks in as Micheal holds the door open.

"Eh, Elizabeth loves her job. Evan doesn't like hurting people. So it depends on who you ask." Micheal shrugs. "I'll make dinner, so head up and wash up, and welcome back to the world of flesh." He chuckles.

... ...

These games were something Micheal was accustomed to, Evan and Elizabeth created them to help with his depression and conquer the past. He never really did tell them the extent, but this one was scary accurate his safeword didn't even work. He hoped this ended soon he wanted to see his uncle again, and not this man with hope and smiles.

"Eat your food." Clara placed a plate in front of Micheal.

Micheal watched his mother sit in front of him with her own food, eyeing him. They've played this game many times over the month when the game started. He never did tell his siblings that Mother would put glass and nails in his food and bleach in his drinks. He applauds them for creativity in filling in the blanks. He takes a large bite, purposely crunching the glass.

Clara doesn't let her expression slip as she watches Micheal finish his food and drink and walk away without an issue.

Micheal sighs. Maybe he could finally see Charlie soon. His siblings never made her up, and she joined in the game. He sighs and nearly jumps as heavy knocks are heard on the door. His father answered it, and he frowned. He can't recall his uncle ever visiting his home they always came there or the diner. Oh, Charlie was with him. He didn't pay attention to what they were talking about as Charlie ran towards him.

"Micheal!" Charlie smiles. "How are you handling the past?"

Micheal freezes, staring at Charlie. "What?"

.......

"Ah, this explains the glass sandwiches. Mother wasn't even being subtle since I stopped picking out the glass and staring her in the eye while I ate it." Micheal shrugs

Charlie stops and stares at Micheal. "What the fuck."

"Wanna piece since you've got a death wish?" Micheal takes a bite and it's a loud crunch. "Probably should kill Uncle Henry first."

Charlie flinched along with her father from the kitchen. He didn't hear the conversation, but the loud crunch was something else. "Micheal again what the fuck?"

Micheal shrugs. "Eh, it's better than the bleach smoothies.

....

There was a knock on the door, and Clara frowned. Henry was already over. What did his wife follow him to make sure he didn't cheat like she does. She combs her red locks out of her face and opens the door, and is immediately slammed into the wall by.... a woman?

The dark blonde hair woman takes the cigarette out of her mouth and puts it out on Clara's chest. "Now don't fucking make a sound she devil. I ain't here for you." She pushes her to the side and heads to the back where the two men were along with the children.

Clara pressed a finger to the burn on her chest and inhaled the lingering smoke. Those eyes and that force. The burn on her chest was intoxicating. She wanted that deranged woman to attack her again. She didn't like power taken from her, but that wasn't.... Her blue eyes followed the path she charged through. She didn't know women could be violent like she was out in the open or had short hair. What else could this creature do?

.....

William sighs, crossing his arms. He was not fond of that woman who came through his back doors. It's bad enough that Micheal has been acting odd the past couple of months, but now she comes to visit. He bites his lip, swallowing his surprise when his wife is next to him.

"Who is that?" Clara stares into the woods beyond their yard.

"Henry's sister Jennifer." William huffs. "She's supposed to be in Texas with her son." He raised his brow he has never seen that look on Clara's face before.

"Married?" Clara twitches her fingers.

"No." William frowns. "She had her kid out of wedlock, and as far as I know, there isn't anyone in the picture. Why? Did she make fun of your hair?"

"No." Clara's eyes light up. "Just curious. I didn't know Henry had a sibling." She now understood her husband's infatuation with Henry because his sister has caught her fixation.

"They've been back there awhile." William kicks the ground. "Should probably let them be." He turns his attention to his eldest, who was sitting next to Charlie they seemed to be in deep conversation.

.....

It takes almost an hour, but Jen drags Henry back out by his ear. He's in a new clean shirt, but besides that, he's mostly trying to pull away from her. "Jen, I am not a child. Let me go." He huffs when she pushes him forward.

"Then don't be stubborn boy." Jen huffs and spits. "Also, change your locks."

"You broke into my house?" Henry stares back at his sister even the height advantage did not stop the intimidation from his sister, especially with the things she just told him.

"I did, and before that, I had a long talk with Margaret. Gareth is in your guest room with your old textbooks. I don't understand that boy, but it makes him happy." Jen cracks her back. "Hey Charlie, how about giving your old aunt a hug?" She chuckles when Charlie tries to tackle her in a hug. Her voice is quiet, only Charlie can hear. "Who else came back?"

Charlie vibrates in excitement. "Micheal's with me!" She points at Micheal, who was lying against the tree. "He's Uncle William's son, but we're basically the same age. Did you bring Gareth with you? Oh, are you staying?"

Jen nods. "I am staying for now. Gareth is back at your home." She ruffles Charlie's hair. "Isn't it your birthday soon?"

Charlie nods. "Yeah, it is. I'll be 12."

"Good for you. Alright, little one, I have to head back and unpack. Gareth got the guest room, I'll be on the couch." Jen smiles and turns back to William and Clara. "We'll be seeing each other, Willy boy."

"Great...." William rolls his eyes.

Clara smirks. "I look forward to it."

Jen raised her brow. "Right..." She shook her head. She waves and leaves through where she came to her beat-up truck.

William stands next to Henry. "You alright?"

Henry takes a deep breath. "I don't know?"

William frowns that Henry's family might have issues, and he doesn't know how to help him. He held his friend's shoulder. "Hey, I'm sure things will work out."

Henry rubs the new growing blush on his cheeks. Why didn't she warn him about this feeling or instinct? William was his friend, not a lover. He sighs. "Thanks, everything should be ok soon enough."

"Well, uh, maybe she should come by again...." William scowls. "Clara wants to know her better."

Henry raised his brow but nodded. "Of course. I'm sure my sister would love the company." He smiles. He didn't exactly like Clara, nor did he trust her, but she did just turn everything on its head, and maybe this could be a way to get even.

"... really?" William pauses when Henry nods again. "Ok then."

......

"Look, I hate you redheaded shedevil, but my brother told me to make friends with his partner's wife." Jen scowls at Clara, who smiles.

"I suppose I can understand why he finds this important." Clara hums. "So why keep your son? You aren't married, and isn't it a sin to raise a child out of wedlock?"

Jen growls. "I love my son. He is the best thing to happen to me. Kids are a blessing in themselves and have made me tougher than some prissy ballerina." She scoffs. "What did you have them to be little miss perfect? Family is important to me, and you either respect that, or I ain't gonna be round you."

Clara frowns she wanted Jen to be by her and not ignore her. She made a mental note to not harm what she finds important. "So where are you taking us?"

Jen huffs. "I'm getting a six pack of beer, and I'm going to drink. You can do whatever does your fancy. Well, be at my brother's after. I'll allow you to be in my presence as we pretend to make nice."

Clara always gets what she wants. She isn't told what to do, nor is she told what she is allowed to do. This woman was crashing into her perfect little life she had created to hide her dark underside. It was intoxicating, and she wanted to push her boundaries. "I rather we had a conversation. I mean, you did burn me. Why don't you do what I ask?"

Jen slams on the breaks, causing Clara to gasp and cling to her seat belt. "I don't care that I burned you. I hold not an ounce of pity for you. I'm going to buy my beer and you'll stay in the truck. Then we're going back and you'll just sit proper and watch me. I ain't in the chatty mood."

Clara swallows and stares. Her heart beat quickened, and her mouth was dry. The connection she tried to make was destroyed in an instant. Didn't people have guilt? Jen didn't care that she hurt her. Jen was becoming far more interesting than she could handle.

.....

It was late when Henry returned with the children. Thankfully, Charlie had stopped with her suicide attempts. It was peaceful all things considered. He hasn't really been able to interact with William's other two kids since Clara seemed to keep them close by. He did feel a tiny bit of guilt making Jen spend time with that woman, though.

Charlie busts through the door. "We're back!" She giggles, running inside dragging Micheal behind her.

William sighs. "How does she still have energy?" He was holding Evan and Elizabeth in his arms, who were both asleep. Thankfully, working with heavy machinery meant he was capable of lifting a lot of weight. He sighs, spotting Clara and Jen in the kitchen. "Oh Clara, I thought you wouldn't have gone home by now."

Clara smiles. "We just got lost in conversation."

Jen scowls. "Yeah, conversation." She rolls her eyes and smiles when she sees her own son walk in with her brother. "Gareth, how was your day out with your uncle?"

Gareth smiles. "It was fine, Ma. I think I like it better here than the farm."

Jen smiles and nods. "Good, you'll be starting high school with your cousin this September."

Gareth yawns and nods. "Yeah, ok."

Henry pats his back. "Alright, go to your room before Charlie drags you around again."

Gareth nods. "I'll be out for dinner."

Jen chuckles. "Your girl seems to be endless energy. Reminds me of you, except you got into much more trouble."

Henry huffs. "Charlie is a good girl." He flinched when a crash is heard.

Jen snickers. "Well, she's better than you at her age."

William sighs. "Do you want me to take them home?"

Clara hums. "Let them sleep on the couch for now. I know Evan will ask for Micheal when he wakes up."

William blinks, not expecting the answer, but he nods. "Well, I guess I stand corrected." He turns to Henry. "I guess you are treating us to dinner."

Henry smiles as something flutters in his chest, and he can feel his cheeks go hot. "That's great, I'll have something great whipped up."

Jen rolls her eyes and leans back in her chair. She glances back to Clara, who has again fixated on her. She huffs and takes a swig of her beer.

....

....

Henry gasps. "Charlie?"

Charlie screws her eyes shut and takes a breath. "Daddy?"

Henry smiles, hugging her tight. "My baby girl. I'm so happy you're ok."

Charlie looks over to Jen and winks before hugging her father tight. "I don't want to meet grandma anymore."

Henry chokes out a laugh. "You don't have to ever meet her."

Jen stumbles forward, dragging Clara up. "Take my son inside and protect him till I return."

Clara nods, grabbing Gareth and heading inside.

Jen sighs. She finally notices how much blood she is covered in, and the pain finally reaches her from the brand. She falls to her knees. She hugs her chest and lays on the floor.

Henry gets up, the cross finally breaking, allowing him to get up and pick up Charlie and help carry Jen inside.

....

Jen is lying on the couch, and his arms cross a scowl on her lips when Clara returns. "Look, just don't tell William about any of this. I know you sold your two kids souls, and I expect them to have a normal life till they are taken."

Clara nods. "May I ask how you found out?"

Jen sighs. "Ma ain't good." She adjusted the ice pack on her stomach. "Obviously. Father is a demon who we can't really see him or well learn from the man until she's in the dirt."

Clara nods, and her lips quirk into a smirk. "Now, why should I keep this secret?"

"Because if you don't, I won't speak to you ever again, nor will I even give you my attention. Your boy Micheal is quite observant and has told me about your little obsession." Jen bats her eyes and smiles. "Maybe if you follow my rules like a good dog, I'll reward you."

Clara bites her lip. When did Jen realize? How did Micheal realize he just turned 12. She can feel the anticipation crawl up her spine and the excitement burn in her chest. Her eyes light up. "I will do as you ask." She walks closer as Jen motions for her to come closer.

Jen grabs her blouse and pulls her down. "If you ever disobey me, I will never acknowledge your existence ever again." Their faces are mere inches apart. "Go the fuck home. Pretend to be an ok wife. Let my brother have William, and I'll keep you entertained if you can properly keep up the ruse."

Something twisted in Clara's chest when Jen pushes her back. "Yes, Jen." She bows and leaves.

.....

Henry returns back out after Charlie pushes him to shower, which he did. "Clara left?" He looks over to his sister, who is half asleep.

"Don't worry, she won't tell William." Jen cracks open one eye. "My boy is safe here, I ain't taking him back."

"I wasn't going to ask." Henry sighs, sitting on the loveseat. "I would never force you to, or even ask."

"That isn't what I'm getting at." Jen sighs. "Hen, you know this is just the start."

Henry frowns and nods. "Charlie is ok, and that is what truly matters to me. You I know you can handle yourself."

Jen huffs out a laugh. "Yeah, my boy is good too." She pauses. She knew Charlie didn't survive that slash to the neck, but she didn't understand how she was back. Charlie has more experience with this than she realized. Charlie did ask not to tell Henry. She takes a breath. "Warn Margaret. I don't want her getting caught off guard."

Henry nods. "I'll give her a call." He gets up and stops looking back. "Are you ok?"

"I'm not dead, and it's just a burn. I'll be fine." Jen sighs. "Call her, and then we have to clean."

.....

Clara came over the next day with her three kids. She had Micheal in an iron grip to her side as Margaret let them inside. "Thank you for letting us come over." She smiles politely.

Margaret nods. "Charlie has been asking for you guys, well mostly Micheal." She chuckles. "I don't think Henry is quite ready for her boy phase."

Clara nods and spots Jen on the couch and makes a beeline for her, taking Micheal with her. "Jen."

Jen looks up from her book and shuts it. "Clara." She smiles. "Micheal, how are you doing?"

Micheal shrugs, pulling away from his mother. He crosses his arms and frowns. "So, how was Charlie killed?"

Clara couldn't mask the subtle surprise in her eyes before masking her expression again.

Jen sits up. "How did you know?"

"Charlie visited me last night." Micheal sighs and sits on the recliner. "So should I keep an eye out for my father and siblings?"

"No." Jen smiles softly. "Smart boy. They won't go after you guys."

Micheal sighs and holds his arm out, making a motion with his hand, and Charlie runs up out of nowhere. "So how long till you can't hide the fact you're possessing your dead body?"

Charlie huffs. "I'm replacing the dead bits as I consume the flesh, but there will be overlap..."

Micheal nods. "Alright, I can fix something together so nobody outside of this group will notice. Did..."

Charlie answers before Micheal can finish. "No, absolutely not. I'm not an idiot. I'll have the body finished by my birthday, hopefully."

"You're cutting it close." Micheal frowns, getting out of the chair. "However, will you be able to handle Cricus, baby?"

"Yeah, not an issue. Now come on. I can only keep them entertained so long without being there." Charlie pulls at Micheal's arm. "Ah, wait, Aunt Jen and Aunt Clara, don't tell dad or Uncle William, please."

Jen nods. "It's still unnerving knowing you both are adults in your younger body." She glares at Clara. "You heard my neice agree."

"Only because this has piqued my curiosity." Clara smiles as the two kids run off.

Jen narrows her eyes. "I will reiterate keep them out of it." Her arm shoots out, and she grabs Clara and pulls her close. "They are from a future I'm trying to fucking prevent so fucking listen to me when I give you rules."

Clara merely nods never losing her smile as she is so close she can smell the soap Jen had used.

Jen huffs letting go. "Why drag Micheal over?"

"I wanted him to explain how he knew." Clara hums, sitting next to Jen. "However, if he is working with his adult mind, then that can explain certain behaviors."

"Just behave." Jen leans back and crosses her arms. "I appreciate you keeping a cover going bringing the children over while my brother and William work. I have to admit you did earn a reward."

"A reward?" Clara smiles, staring at Jen, who grabs her again and closes the gap between them. The kiss was only seconds long, and it wasn't anything, but Clara felt something. She pauses, opening her eyes.

"Now keep behaving you fucking shedevil." Jen huffs pushing her away and picking up her book.

Clara stays quiet, staring at Jen, and presses two fingers against her lips in disbelief.

....

Micheal crossed his arms, his siblings fallen asleep on Charlie's bed. "Charlie, I have to ask about your aunt."

"Our aunt." Charlie smiles, turning around.

"Don't move. I'm stitching your back." Micheal sighs. Thankfully, the string didn't snap. "No, I'm being serious. I don't understand how she managed to get my mothers attention. It's dangerous, and I uh...." He finishes the stitches. "Mother has been.... nice to me. She has always been kind to her two favorites." He taps Charlie so she can turn around and put her shirt on.

Charlie frowns, pulling her shirt over her head. "What do you mean? I know Clara neglected you and tried to kill you with food and drink, but she was never blatant."

"Yeah, subtlety is her game, even hurt father behind closed doors." Micheal frown deepens. "Actually, Father hasn't been on the couch since your aunt has come up or even nursing wounds."

"So you're worried about my aunt?" Charlie sighs, crossing her arms. "Aunt Jen hasn't really shown any issues or injuries besides what happened last night. She's been more focused on Gareth and how he is adjusting. It's only been three weeks since they arrived. Your mom has been popping up, too. Granted, I forgot how creepy she is, but she doesn't scare my aunt."

Micheal gets up and sighs. "I don't understand what my mother wants from her. It's obviously sexual in nature, but if she gets that, does she get bored and move forward with murder? Is Jen capable of taming her? She's awful."

"Stitches worrying about the what ifs won't help us. Right now, Aunt Jen has her attention, and we just have to accept that." Charlie gets up as well, grabbing Micheal's arm. "Come on, we got to figure out how we're going to take apart Baby or change her code."

Micheal sighs. "Alright, fine." He sits back down, still looking unnerved.

......

Micheal shifted uncomfortably on the couch. He was next to his mother while his siblings were still napping. Charlie was next to Jen. He didn't really understand why his mother called them over, nor did he know why he was next to his mother.

Jen sighs. "I'm sure the kids are fine with school supplies. Just a few notebooks and pencils should do."

Clara hums. "But they are starting high-school."

Jen sighs and crosses her arms. "That is true, but I don't think either of us will be much help. You went to the school overseas, and I was basically home schooled, Henry got to go to an actual school even if it wasn't much."

Micheal clears his throat. "I uh, I don't think we need that much. I can take the spare notebooks and pens. I can just use my old backpack." He really didn't want to discuss this. He doesn't really recall freshman year of high school due to Charlie's death and Elizabeth death.

"That's boring, though." Charlie huffs. "I'll be actually going to a human high school this time. I'm sure we can do something fun."

Micheal sighs. "Jeremy doesn't transfer in till halfway through the year..... I think. I don't really remember freshman year that much or sophomore year due to Evan....uh." He frowns. "Ok, maybe I do need things for high school."

"I knew the people moving across the street were something else." Charlie gets up, pointing at Micheal. "Ha... wait, no, the kid is only 13, and the other one is 17."

"Jeremy is a year older than me technically, but we'll be young for freshmen, and he'll be a normal age." Micheal shrugs.

"Wait, he is?" Charlie pauses. "Ugh, I don't even know what he looks like."

Jen pauses. "Wait, the bite victim? Why is he important?"

"Micheal and Jeremy were a couple well not out in the open or whatever. Technically, I just outed him to you two. But it's not like it really matters Micheal's twelve, and it's not like anyone will believe you." Charlie frowns. "But there's a problem we don't know if he also came back."

Micheal looked furious, but before he could speak up, Jen spoke up first. "He would seek out Henry first since they both were on that stupid suicide mission in the first place, but Hen didn't come back."

Clara tilted her head curious at Micheal's anger and placed a hand on his shoulder, which made him look up at her in confusion. The anger drained from his face faster than he realized. "Why are you angry?" Her voice was low as if she was excluding the other two in their conversation.

Micheal paused, furrowing his brows. He didn't understand why his mother asked, nor does he understand why he feels genuine comfort in her soft touch. "You know why I'm angry. Being queer is basically a death sentence till I'm in my 40s. I don't expect you to understand. Same sex attraction isn't exactly something you can force yourself to like." He bites his lip, getting frustrated trying to find the right words. "I've tried with woman. I didn't like it. I..." He huffs crossing his arms tighter so he doesn't bite his hand in frustration.

"Can two women be intimate?" Clara stares downnat her son, curious again as the frustration drained from his face again with her question.

Micheal's mouth thins to a line. "Two women can be intimate. I know a bit about it, but again, I'm not an expert on other queer relations." He's confused now since his mother truly sounded genuine in her question.

"So would William be a queer like you, or would Elizabeth and Evan be queer?" Clara hums stares down at her eldest.

"Father isn't queer in the normal sense. He has a person that fits him, and it happened to be Uncle Henry. Father doesn't feel romantic or sexual attraction to anyone but the person he bonded to." Micheal tilts his head. His mother actually looked interested in what he was saying. "Being queer isn't genetic if you're asking that. Lizzie, well, if she grows up the same likes men, Evan doesn't really have any interest in anyone. Evan isn't like Father. He truly just doesn't feel romantic or sexual attraction." He shrugs. "I just like men, I have a type like someone who was interested in woman."

Clara pauses. She looks to be in deep thought. A soft hum was heard from her as she nodded. Mkcheal knew more about things than she had ever considered a possibility. That is quite useful, but would it matter to Jen. She was looking at then two and seemed to have an approving gaze, so her plan to befriend her eldest was working in her favor. Micheal was an adult in a child body it would make matters easier when forced to deal with him.

Micheal looked back to Charlie, who just shrugged, not getting any of that conversation. He sighs and looks over to Jen, who seemed pleased that he had a civil conversation with his mother. He was still trying to process his own mother, stopping him from having a meltdown.

[trashyswitch]

A Weird Connection

William (Now Springtrap) is chilling out in the suit at the Fazbear Frights building. Suddenly, he starts hearing a child's voice and experiencing weird things only a wizard could explain...

This fanfic was suggested by @insanityislife101 on Tumblr. Check them out if you haven't yet! And I hope you enjoy!

There is a rumor…a rumor of a toy that’s connected to a certain suit. No one knows if it’s really true…Not even the owner of the toy knows of this rumor. What the toy owner DID understand however, was how dangerous the toy could be. If they weren't careful, the toy could bite the child’s fingers. And it’s happened before. The child has scars from the bites he’s received over the years. Thankfully though, no one’s noticed the marks. No one even remembered that the child had such a dangerous toy…

Meanwhile, at the empty Fazbear Frights:

William (Now nicknamed Springtrap) was living what he believed to be his last days. All he knew was that he was in a haunted house somewhere. He didn’t know where exactly he was, but he knew that every spot on his body ached from being crushed in the suit.

Springtrap was waiting patiently for something new to happen. He had no idea about the strange little curse that had been placed on the suit by an anonymous figure. What William did know however…was the feeling of dampness on his body. He felt…wet. Like he had just been plunged into a warm ocean. Or a bathtub.

Then he began to hear voices…they were a little kid’s voice, too…

“Scrub-a-dub-dub!”

William blinked and looked around in pure confusion. If he still had eyebrows, one of them would definitely be raised right now.

William had to admit though…the sensation of water on his body felt really good. It temporarily took away the feeling of entrapment and achiness from the suit. He felt like floating and sighing in satisfaction with a small smile.

“Time to get you clean!” William heard from the mysterious child’s voice in his head. Clean? HA! William was far from clean. His hands were filthy. Both literally and metaphorically. He could touch something and transfer gunk onto the cleanish spot.

Out of nowhere, William let out a weird sound and clutched his stomach. The sound his mouth made was almost similar to a dog’s bark!

Then…the strangest thing happened: A wobbly wide smile started to grow onto his face. William mentally cursed to himself as he felt something similar to a brush on his stomach. The brush was softly, and slowly, scrubbing his belly. He felt like lashing out and rolling around on the floor. But like hell he was gonna do that! He may be alone, but he still felt the eyes of the animatronics watching his every move. He was NOT gonna roll around like a sushi roll. Not on his life!

“Good grief! This is harder than I thought!” The child’s voice said in a reactive tone.

William had no idea what was happening. All he knew was that a brush of some sort was scrubbing all over his belly. This scrubbing created a very…funny kinda sensation. William hated saying the word. Even saying the word filled his stomach with butterflies. And that did NOT help his situation in the slightest.

William couldn’t help it! He started to titter and hiss through his teeth. He finally started to kick his feet out involuntarily. He even yelped everytime the invisible brush scrubbed his lower belly. His lower belly was a SUPER BAD SPOT for the man! And the kid (If there was even a kid) had no idea!

The child started to sing a little clean up song as he scrubbed the lower belly more. The lower belly scrubbing mixed with the teasy singing from the child, made him finally break. His weakened lungs began to push out all the pent-up laughter that hid in his lungs for so long. He growled amidst his laughter and clutched his stomach as he laughed.

“HAHAhahahAHAHAHAHA! WHAHAHAT’S GOHOHOIHIHING OHOHON?!”

The animatronics that were there in the building, walked over to observe the grumpy animatronic laughing for once in his afterlife. It didn’t even occur to them that he was capable of such laughter! They thought he had lost all feelings except anger, as a result of dying. Now that they saw him laughing, they had to rethink their theory.

“HEHEHEEEELP MEEEEE!” He shouted, reaching his hands out to the animatronics.

But the animatronics didn’t say anything, let alone help him. They just watched with their eyeless sockets.

Soon, the scrubbing stopped. The brush had left him alone. William sighed a big sigh of relief.

…only for the scrubbing to show up on his right foot. “If you were real, this would really tickle!” The voice in his head said.

William growled more as his laughter took over once again. “NOOOOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHA! DAHAHAMN YOHOHOHOU!”

What do you mean ‘If you were real’?! OF COURSE HE’S REAL! And DAMMIT, This DOES tickle!

William had no idea why this was even happening. He had no clue why he felt like he was drenched in hot water, and why there was a kid talking to him. Was this supposed to be another torture method for him?! Only it didn’t sound like Cassidy’s voice this time. It sounded…too young to be Cassidy's voice. And it sounded…boyish.

The scrubbing brush moved to his heel. William screeched and quickly tried to scrub away the tickly feeling on his foot with his hand. But not even scratching his foot lessened the feeling. It was still just as strong.

“GRRRAAAHAHAHAHAHA! FUHUHUHUCK!” William shouted as he laid on his back, giving up.

“Kitchy kitchy koo!” The voice said as the brush moved to the toes.

“SHITSHITSHITSHIHIHIHIHIT! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” William shouted loudly, clenching his arms as his whole body rocked side to side.

The kid’s clean up song made another appearance in William’s ear, as the toes were scrubbed, scratched and pushed back.

“AAAHAHAHAHA STAAAAAAHAHAHAHAP!” William ordered.

And the scrubbing did stop! But not because William told them to.

“Look at these stitches!”

A finger started moving up and down the side. The finger dragged from the armpit, to the lower side, and back up to the armpit again.

William started doing something NO ONE imagined him doing: He started giggling. And not just a deep giggle, but a high pitched, squeaky giggle!

A couple of the animatronics tilted their heads and looked at each other to make sure they were hearing all this right. When they had decided this was real, they continued to watch.

“Stahahahap ihihihit, ihihit’s sohohoho bahahahad!” William begged, holding his arm up to his side to ‘protect’ his side.

“Oops! I missed a spot!” The scrub brush was back again! But this time, it was scrubbing his back! William gasped and squeezed his eyes shut as his wobbly smile returned.

“Noooo…Not the bahahahack!” William begged.

William arched his back as the scrubbing moved up and down, up and down, up and down. It was driving him up the wall!

“Scrubby scrubby scrub!” The child said inside his head.

“Quihihihihit ihihihihit!” William ordered.

William clenched his fists and tried to scratch his back against the rough wall behind him. But it still tickled despite his best efforts.

“Whahahat dohoho yohohohou WAHAHAHAHAHANT! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” William’s laughter suddenly reached its peak the moment the brush reached the back of his neck. His neck was a really bad spot for him too. So a scrubbing brush tickled even more than your average hand.

“NONONONONOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” William laughed heavily as his chin was scrubbed against his will. William wheezed and laughed as the spot on his adam’s apple and the surrounding neck was tickled with the scrub brush.

“Scrubby scrubby scrub!” The kid said with a little giggle.

William growled and desperately scratched at his neck. “YOHOHOHOU BAHAHASTAHAHARD!” William shouted, misinterpreting the giggle as ‘intentionally sadistic and evil’.

William was a mess. He couldn’t stop anything that was happening no matter how hard he tried! It was so unfair.

Then: Another voice started to fill his mind:

“Joey? What are you doing?” Another voice asked. It sounded like an older woman.

“I’m washing my plush! He was dirty.” The kid (Assuming to be ‘Joey’) replied.

“Joey…” The woman paused as footsteps got closer. “No matter what you do, you are not gonna fix how creepy that doll is.” The woman said.

Excuse me?! A doll? CREEPY?! HOW DARE YOU!

“He’s NOT CREEPY! Stop saying that! He’s cool! He has teeth!” The kid yelled back.

‘What was even going on right now?’ William thought.

“I can see that…the fact that he has teeth is creepy.” The older woman replied.

“I’m almost done cleaning him.” The kid told her.

“Next time, just put the toy into the washing machine.” The older woman told him as a squeaky door started to close.

“Fine…” He replied.

William started to slowly put two and two together. Was…he connected to this ‘doll’?

“Don’t worry, plushy. You’re not creepy at all. I like you. You’re cool.” The kid said.

William smiled a slight bit at the compliment. He somewhat appreciated it.

But all that sentimental crap went right out the window the moment he felt squeezing and water dripping out. He felt like his whole body was being squeezed and twisted around.

“Let’s get all the water out of you!” the kid declared.

William couldn’t breath! He felt claustrophobic! He grabbed onto his stomach and throat with each arm and let out desperate gags. He felt his torso get twisted a good 360 degrees, and felt his head get crushed by 2 hands.

“AAA-!” William barely got out.

Then…all the squeezing stopped! William took in a HUGE breath of air and sighed heavily in pure relief.

“All clean!” The kid said proudly.

The sound of water draining could be heard as the man felt his nose get booped by the invisible kid. William chuckled slightly and held his nose.

What a strange phenomenon.

[hoaqins-funk-house]

Springtrap

Yandere

Male Reader

You can read part 1 here 

You can read part 2 here

Part 3; Finale

Spinning your keys around your finger, you go to slip them into the backdoor's lock, finding that turning it was difficult. 

Far too difficult.

"Did someone break in?" You mutter, pulling the key out and beginning the walk around to the other entrance. "Well, if they did I doubt they'd stay long, not with William there."

Entering through the front, you look around the dark establishment, trying to spot if anything had been stolen or otherwise interacted with violently. With a sigh of relief at the sight of everything being normal, you fully step in, making your way through the building and wondering with a disgusted expression how William was able to walk through this place barefoot.

Turning the corner that allowed you to look into the window of your office, you see your golden-green companion looking at the door with his head tilted, an unrecognizable expression on his face.

"Yeah, the lock's broken for whatever reason." You say, his gaze shifting before his face does.

"Mhm." He walks towards you, stopping a few meters away. "Say, have you thought about me very much?"

Caught off guard by the question, you tilt your head. "Huh?"

"My existence. How I came to be trapped in a suit." He elaborates.

"Not really, to be honest… why?"

He looks into the office window, eyeing that tablet. "The suit, being an original model, incorporated these little devices known as springlocks."

Your brows furrow. You only knew of Springbonnie and Fredbear from random things online, so the inner workings of them was completely unknown to you. 

"The reason why they're called suits; the springlocks pushed back all the little bits of animatronic things that filled them, thus allowing them to be worn by employees. I, as you can tell, was one of them." His gaze shifts back to you. "However, I wasn't when I was subjected to my slow death."

He takes one small step towards you. "It was in a room known as the saferoom- ironic, isn't it- which was invisible to both cameras and the animatronics that walked around."

His lips twitch up. "I hid in there, waiting for them to come near me. When they did, I broke them. They all came, and all of their shells were destroyed."

Shells? Destroying the animatronics?

You watch as he takes another step forward, this one larger. 

"But, the ones inside those shells weren't so easily deterred."

Ones inside…? 

"They chased me. Forced me into hiding in the suit. They wanted revenge; wanted me dead."

He takes a few larger steps, now within arms length. You, however, grow uneasy, stepping back. His eyes stay locked with yours, a soft grin on his lips. 

You truly do look like his prey.

"I don't blame them. After all, who wouldn't want their murderer dead?" 

Your eyes widen as your suspicions are proven correct. When he takes a step forward, you do the same in reverse. If you look away for one moment, he'll catch you. You've seen his speed.

His eyes glow in the dim light, lips curling into a nightmarishly wide grin.

"Oh, it seems you've figured out my big secret. Does it change your view of me? Would you still wake up on top of me so calmly?" He laughs. "Would you still let me rest my head on your hand? Would you still so easily approach me?"

You were wrong last night. Dead wrong.

He's terrifyingly monstrous, even as a human.

"Well, I suppose my last question has already been answered." With a small chuckle, he jolts forward, you ducking to the side right before he could reach you and dashing off. He glances your way during his brief pause, expression horrifyingly giddy.

 His steps are loud behind you, and you only manage to reach cam 6 before arms cage you in against the wall, you turning to face the grinning man as you push yourself up against the wall as if trying to force yourself through it.

He lifts his hand, placing it on your chin and using his thumb to brush over your cheek. "You're too adorable. You really are like… my prey."

God, the fear in your eyes…

His grin widens a bit more, and his hand slips to the front of your chin. You clench your eyes shut, hearing a gruff laugh before his chapped lips connect with your own. You tense, feeling his other hand grip your wrist, applying more and more pressure until you let out a pained noise, him taking the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Your eyes stay shut until he finally separates, where you reluctantly open them once more, finding a very satisfied-looking William and a small string of saliva temporarily connecting your tongues. "Don't worry. It's not the end of us after just that." He assures.

The hand previously on your chin shifts to your hip, where his fingers press somewhat harshly against the cloth, holding you in place further. Leaning in once more, he grins at the tiny whimper that escapes you. Redirecting himself, he instead aims for a much more sensitive area.

You let out a gasp as you feel his lips against your neck, quietly hissing as he harshly bites down, his sharp canines drawing blood. After he has his fill of that, he follows it up by sucking on the spots he had just bit, you feeling your heartrate pick up even more. 

The sound of your heavy, stuttering breaths in his ear certainly doesn’t discourage the man.

Still, he leans back, enjoying the sight of your reddened face as you reach up, covering your neck with your free hand. This, of course, wouldn’t be the end, but he needs to save the rest for later. 

He steps back.

His grip on your wrist, while looser than before, is still firm as he begins to walk you back to the hall in front of the office. "Now, I have a little game for us to play. We've done it before, so I won't explain the rules. If you make it to 6, I'll let you leave. But if you don't…" He pauses, glancing over his shoulder at your panicked face, which he responds to with a smile. "Well, I'm sure you can guess."

Standing in front of the entrance to the office, he waits for you to hesitantly enter. 

"As usual, I'll start in the back. Don't even try to escape, it's not gonna work. I broke the lock and that door isn't going to be breaking from anything but power tools."

You give a small nod, eyes shifting to the chair.

"Well, good luck. You'll most definitely need it." 

You don't react to his voice, walking towards the chair as he begins his walk back. 

You turn on your phone, checking the time and finding that fifteen minutes have already passed. 

You can't call for help, if anyone came in they'd be killed by him. If he lived through an endoskeleton being shoved into him, he'll live through pretty much anything.

Still, you text your brother quickly.

You put your phone down, not caring about the wave of notifications that came from him spamming trying to get you to respond.

Pulling the camera pad out, you switch to where he normally starts right as he walks in. He sends a chilling smile up at the camera, eyes eerily glowing within the shadows. 

"Let's begin!" He calls. 

Immediately, your eyes widen as he reaches up, ripping the camera right off of the wall.

You feel your breathing pick up again as your heart pounds out of your chest. 

You aren't going to make it. 

When he dashes into the next room, you lead him back. He snarls. Briefly, before cam 10 gets ripped off of the wall, you see him glance at the vent.

Thankfully, he ignores it, running into the next room before you hit him with the sound again, rebooting audio and cameras tight as they go out. 

"Fuck that guy for making this shit so 'authentic' it breaks down every two seconds!" You mumble to yourself. 

William tears cam 8 down, running out once more. When you manage to catch him, he's in cam 4, and you lead him back with more audio. 

"You won't keep this up, you know! You'll run out of cameras!" He laughs, the sound echoing in the building.

You frown as cam 5 goes out. You lead him back further, hearing the thumping of the vents and quickly switching your cameras to them, sealing off a vent thankfully just in time. His grin drops.

You check the time. 

It's 2. 

5 of 10 cameras have already been torn down, and you are unable to play audio from them.

He gets out of the vent surprisingly quickly, continuing his race to you. 

When he reaches another vent, you block it off before he reaches the end. He rips off a camera that you haven't even used yet upon getting out. As soon as he sees cam 3, he rips it off as well.

You see the first sparks.

You lead him back again, he charges again. 

The cameras start it.

You lead him back again, he charges again.

Soon enough the back half of the building is in flames, swallowing everything and coming for you faster than William could.

You have nowhere to lead him to but right outside your door, and he disappears. 

Completely. 

Not in any cameras, not in any vents, and not in your vision.

The smoke began to pile into your room, so you rip off a sleeve of an old jacket that was left and tie it around your nose and mouth, getting out of your chair to stay lower to the ground.

Frantically, you switch through everything again, continuing to look for him, but turning your head to the sound of a grate both thrown aside. 

He went through the break room.

There, you meet eyes with William, who seems to be doing just fine in the intense heat that fills the attraction.

You quietly gasp, grabbing your throat as smoke fills it even with the makeshift cover. You wince, ripping the cloth off, finding William about three meters from your office. Frantically, you reach towards the vent close button, but when you press it, you hear the sound of failing machinery.

It was broken. 

He broke it the first night, and now you would die because of it.

Blindly grasping for your phone, you send another message to your brother.

'Get fire help' is all you could type out before William pins you to the ground, you barely managing to send it. 

Grabbing your phone out of your hand, William carelessly throws it into the wall, you wincing at the crunching noise. 

"You know, back when I was alive, I did much research on souls. Every soul contains this little thing known as 'Remnant.' Now, Remnant is the only reason I'm alive. There's no way to destroy it, except for fire."

Your eyes widen. 

"This building won't get hot enough to completely destroy our Remnant, so don't worry about that. Still, think of it like a metal. When it gets hot enough, it melts. It can meld into other people's Remnant."

You clench your teeth.

"Of course, there's no way I am going to destroy you. So, instead, I think I'll go with another option." He smirks. 

You can feel your vision get hazy.

"Within this fire I will preserve your warmth, and we will be welded together."

Your lids droop as you feel your breaths become raspy. 

You're going to die to the smoke, not to the fire that roared outside of your office, slowly inching its way in. 

You let out a few more wheezes, feeling lips against your own before your vision goes black.

-

He gets the news less than an hour after he calls the fire department.

His brother, the only immediate family he had left, had died in the fire. 

It doesn't take much thinking to figure out who did it. 

William. 

That man, that murderer, is going to pay.

However long it takes.

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i did not plan this out right this part is a lot shorter than it should be but ehh whatever

whoop whoop it is done… I mean I have a sequel planned but either way, this part of the story is done

See ya later :)

[yandere--stuck]

Yandere!Springtrap x Reader Headcanons

💛 You had always been interested in animatronics, ever since you were young. Ironically, it had started with your visits to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria as a child. In spite of all the urban legends and rumors attached to the franchise, you only had fond memories of the place, especially the animatronics. You couldn't recall what your original favorite of the bunch were, but as you got older, your interest turned more toward the original animatronics from the older establishments. And that's why you had been so excited about the new Fazbear Frights attraction! If the forums were right, the people running it had actually gotten their hands on one of the originals! Either Fredbear or SpringBonnie for sure! You couldn't wait to see it…!

🐇 … But, then the attraction burned down before it had even opened. And now here you were, sneaking under police lines to see if there was still a chance you could see it, to capture at least one piece of your childhood again - hell, maybe you could even salvage some merch, or maybe even a part of the animatronic!... If it hadn't been completely lost in the fire. You skilled around the building, brushing against the charred remains of the building, suddenly regretting all of your life choices, when you spot it - nearly making you jump as you spotted a slumped over figure just out of periphery. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears as your vision adjusts. Your mouth drops open - you can't believe it. It's him! It's him!!! SpringBonnie! God, maybe even the original SpringBonnie! You immediately rush over to the animatronic, smile beaming, kneeling down to look over the bot. He's busted up, broken, burnt (and, God, it reeked, too), but was still somehow all in one piece, and in pretty good condition for something that survived a fire! Glancing to the side of the building, it looked as though there was once a window there - as though something had pushed the SpringBonnie out. Perhaps to save it? Recovering from the adrenaline pumping through you, you shrugged and began dragging the bot back to your car. You'd always wanted one of them, but never had enough money to buy one off one of those auction sites! And… You swear you hear breathing besides your own as you drag the poor bot, but try your best to write it off as your imagination.

💛 And you certainly had not expected to wake up face-to-face with a large rabbit animatronic that was practically falling apart at the scenes. Because it shouldn't be able to stand or walk or - or stare into you with big, sad eyes and croak out, "Help…" You screamed and shot out of bed, trying to press yourself against the wall opposite to it, too afraid to consider running for the door or taking your eyes off the machine. The SpringBonnie turned slowly, seemingly groaning in pain, reaching out for you, but didn't move from his spot. Slowly, he managed to calm you, promising he wouldn't hurt you, soothing you enough to hear his story. Apparently, he had been someone who had worked at one of the Fazbear Establishments. The poor dear had almost been killed - beaten and stabbed and forcibly stuffed into one of the SpringBonnie suits, with the springlocks having gone off, sealing him inside the suit. It was a miracle the poor thing was even alive. You immediately started to pull out your phone, but he stopped you - he had spent so long inside the suit that he had forgotten so much of who he was before, and a bit of his mind had picked up some of the AI within the robot. He was no longer the man he used to be, so there wasn't much any hospital or authorities could do for him.

🐇 Even as you tried to care for "Springtrap" (as he called himself), you still asked if he was sure he didn't want to see a hospital or somewhere that could help him, but he refused. Springtrap admitted, trembling (probably out of both pain and fear) that he'd be thought a monster, or killed, or even worse, his would-be killer would find out and return to finish the job. Of course, he was terrified - you would be, too, in his situation. So, you figured if he couldn't be convinced to go now, you could somehow manage to change his mind later. For now, you chose to focus on cleaning him up and making him comfortable. Apparently, he couldn't expose the suit to water, so you made the best of the limitations you had and made sure to be careful of the springlocks, cleaning him carefully (and trying not to gag as you saw the exposed muscle and flesh beneath). The final product was a big improvement, and it must have made Springtrap happy to be some semblance of clean. You helped him to the couch and made sure he was comfortable - and together, you talked for hours, about what had happened to Springtrap, who you were and what you had been doing upon finding him, everything Springtrap had missed over the years…

💛 You had originally considered eventually convincing Springtrap to go somewhere for professional help, but… God, he just got so scared whenever something like that came up in conversation… But, it was also out of selfishness. You couldn't help but kick yourself for it, but you had grown attached to Springtrap. You didn't want him to leave. It had been so lonely before you found him, but now you had someone who genuinely appreciated you and your company, who liked being around you, loved it actually, who you found you could talk to about anything. It made you feel so guilty, especially as you felt your feelings becoming more and more… Romantic. So you tried your best to make up for it, making him a special meal (turns out he somehow doesn't need to, or can't, eat), getting him the softest and fluffiest pillows to rest on, being there for him, practically coming at his beck and call, buying him painkillers so that he can feel something besides pain. You just felt like you needed to make it up somehow, even if Springtrap said you had done more than enough. 

🐇 One night, you had finally confessed to him. William - though, he had gotten used to being called "Springtrap", he loved the way it rolled off your tongue - had been laying against you, head resting against your stomach. Oh, poor darling, you had been so guilty and conflicted - and Springtrap relished in it, grinning darkly under his mask. And he confesses back, of course. How could he not fall for you? His little hero, his savior. So sweet, so kind, so trusting. So loving. He had learned to love from you… But, he was still William Afton. He could not share, and he loved being in control. He hadn't even felt this way with his own wife. You were special. You were his. All his! So, he lies. He says he was a poor victim of some serial killer (Ha! If you had any idea just how wrong that was…), matching up with the rumors surrounding Fazbear Entertainment. Saying that he had lost his memory had added additional pity, and part of him thought he had gone too far with the whole "part of me has become one with animatronic" thing, but you were just so adorably naive and ate it right up! It was truly precious. You were lucky you had found him, he'd take care of anyone who tried to manipulate you… Well, besides himself, of course. It was so easy to make you feel obligated to help him, to feel like you were inherently selfish… To make you love him, to love him like he loved you. And he does, and he told you as such. He struggled to pick himself up and press the snout of his mask against your lips, nuzzling against you. Oh, how he loved you so… Underneath his mask, William chuckles as he thinks to himself, That was easier than I thought it would be.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello! I hope you still write about Fnaf.I wonder how glitchtrap, springtrap and scraptrap will react to the reader being William Afton's daughter. (One shot or headcanons)or you can write the reaction of the ghost William to his adult daughter in fnaf help wantedit’s just that with these characters, especially with William, there are so few fan fiction that I feel sad ... As for me,William deserves more attention, even though he did terrible things...(Have a nice day

Sorry this took forever!!!

Glitchtrap

When he sees you playing “Help Wanted”, that fatherly side of him comes out.

Even though pretty much all of him is lost...there’s still part of him that wants to protect you (and maybe, just maybe, he’ll have a chance to be with you in the real world).

So he appears subtly in the games, helping you pass them easier.

Things like closing the doors when you forget to check them, distracting the animatronics long enough, even giving you extra Fazcoins.

And once you reach Pizza Party and get to the end--he comes out from behind the curtain, tears staining the cheeks of his costume head as he sees you but...alas he can’t hug you.

Springtrap

Surprised but also relieved that his daughter is the one who takes the night shift at Fazbear’s Fright.

He can’t bring himself to kill you--even if he’s angry that you abandoned him and only now you finally recognized him.

Seeing you get scared by the Phantoms breaks his rotting heart, especially later in the week when they seem to pop up the moment you look at the monitor.

He’d try to attack Phantom Freddy in front of the window and Phantom Foxy in the office, and block your view of the arcade machine if Phantom Chica’s face pops up (if he so happens to be in one of those locations at the same time)

Scraptrap

When he sees you working alongside Michael in the pizzeria, he’s more than happy to see his children again.

He still feels great bitterness that his son shocked/salvaged him without a second thought while you did nothing.

But...he doesn’t hate you enough to try and kill you.

So instead he just waits in the other chambers, allowing Lefty and Molten Freddy to go on the attack.

Scrap Baby barely recognized you, though she listened to her dad’s wishes and did not harm you either.

[misdirectionandmisfortune]

Springtrapped

Fandom: Five Night’s At Freddy’s

Warnings: Child death, child murder, kinda sorta death, torture, animatronics, horror, blood, gore

Word Count: 1275

Note: This is a part of the Labyrinth series, where I recount the entire FNAF story as I see it, through the eyes of the characters. I will be posting them out of order, but there will be a link to a masterpost with them in chronological order here. This is part of William Afton’s story. Enjoy.

Narration

  My heart pounded in my ears. I could hear it over air coming in and out of my lungs, hard and heavy and frantic. Nothing felt real. It was close, I could feel it. It was getting closer and closer, I could practically feel it at my back. It would catch me. I couldn’t let it catch me. 

  My eyes jumped around the room, searching for an escape, a weapon, something. I’d basically built this place, no one in the whole world knew this place better than I did. Where could I go? Where could I hide? The answer came to me suddenly, ringing in my ears, sharp and undulating, like an aluminum bat hitting a metal pole.

  The backroom.

  The backroom was my safe space. It was meant for blood to be spilled, for final screams, for the rush I felt when someone took their final breathes, for accidents that no one else would know about. It was made to cover things up. It was made to hide.

  I skirted down hallway after hallway, passing rooms with lonely tables and abandoned toys. I looked for the room, the one tucked away from customers and cameras. There. I tried to turn the knob, but my shaking hands and racing brain made my fingers slip and slide over the brass. Eventually, I managed it. The creaking and scraping of metal on linoleum was getting louder and louder. I slammed the door shut.

  The first thing I noticed about the room was the smell. It smelled of rot and sweat and blood. The room was dingy and made entirely of soulless concrete. Scattered patches of scarlet blood stained the walls and the floors. A moldy, golden fursuit lay in the corner farthest from the door. When I laid my eyes on the familiar bunny suit, all I could hear was screaming.

  So. Many. Screams. All of them overlapping, but I could hear them distinctly, somehow.

  I heard Charlie’s muffled cry as a knife entered her chest.

  I heard Susie’s wail for her long dead dog.

  I heard Cassidy’s wordless scream for help.

  I heard Jeremy’s shriek of horror as Gabriel let out his own scream of pain.

  I heard Fritz’s call for parents who would never come.

  I heard the familiar scream of every child whose light I snuffed out.

  But, then I heard ones I’d never heard before.

  I heard the mournful howl of the parent’s of those same children whose lives I took for myself.

  I heard Elizabeth’s scream as her life was consumed by my own creation.

  I heard my son’s cry of fear cut short by the jaws I had crafted with my own two hands.

  I tore my eyes away from the SpringBonnie suit, and the screams cut off abruptly, leaving me with my churning stomach in a grim room filled with nothing but pain and fear. For a moment, for one moment, I felt guilt rise to choke me, but a pounding at the door caused everything to freeze.

  Shit. Fuck. Shit, it saw me. Fuck, shit. What do I do? I’m trapped. My eyes darted over every corner of the room. What could I do? There was nothing here, only windowless walls, blood, and--

  The springlock suit.

  That… thing after me. It wanted revenge, didn’t it? It was them. The ones I’d locked underground with my daughter. And the suit. I always used that one, when I lured them. I could never bear to wear FredBear after what happened to him. They would be scared of it, surely. They were monsters now, but, deep down, they were still children. It could protect me.

  I scrambled to put it on. I tried to be careful of the springlocks, but the pounding on the door grew louder and louder, and my hands were too shaky and my mind too scrambled. I secured the parts to my body as best I could and then I waited. It was trying to break through the door. It managed to dent the metal but it held strong. Reinforced doors. I wasn’t stupid. I tried to control my breathing, tried to calm down, but my heart still pounded in my chest and my breathing was only slightly less rapid. Then, suddenly-

  The noise stopped.

  The world came to a halt, as did my breathing and my heart froze in my chest. My mind raced, but whatever thoughts went through my head, I couldn’t tell you. They disappeared as soon as they came, evaporating into the void. The door handle began to slowly turn, and I could feel my chest start to scream for air. It had learned how to open the door.

  The door creaked open agonizingly slow. The door blocked my view of the hallway outside, so I was forced to watch as that thing slowly slinked in. Metal parts and wires wriggled and writhed as it slithered into the room. It’s shape was vaguely humanoid, though cables and cords dragged behind it like intestines on the outside of someone’s body. It wore the head of a Funtime Freddy model, though it was dirty and broken. It locked eyes with me and we both froze.

  “You.” It said, it’s voice a chorus of metal scraps and static, the undertone of a Funtime Freddy voice box mixed in. 

  I swallowed, but said nothing. It did not approach. A beat passed. Then another.

  With a jolt, I realized that I was right. It was afraid. My thoughts had been frantic and not at all rational, but I was right. The relief swamped me, overwhelmed me, and before I knew it, I was laughing, feeling lighter than air.

  I laughed,

  and laughed,

  and laughed.

  I didn’t notice the springlocks of the suit loosening, nor the shift in attitude of the creature in front of me.

  “Fitting, that in your attempt to escape us, you end your own life.” It said. Before I could even pause to consider what the hell that meant, I heard a snap.

  Shit--

  A choke cut off my laughter as thousands of tiny metal rods pierced my throat, my skull, my limbs, my whole body. I gurgled as blood filled my throat, and I doubled over and collapsed on the ground. Blazing agony shot through my whole body as I began to drown in my own blood. And yet, laughter still danced in the air, mocking my pain. It… That creature was laughing at me. Rage set my body alight, and hatred bloomed in my chest. It was laughing at me, mocking me. I wanted to scream, I wanted to curse, I wanted to kill it, to break it down into small little parts and melt it into nothing, I wanted to hurt it. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t do any of those things. I couldn’t even think. I could only writhe in pain on the floor, every movement sending a jolt of pain through my entire body. In that moment only three things existed. Pain, anger and laughter. 

  And that’s all there ever was. Even after the creature skulked out of the room, and the door shut, taking the light with it. The laughter echoed in my head as I lay twitching on the floor. Blood pooled around me, joining the stains of those children I’d killed, but the pain and the rage and the laughter never faded. There was a distant part of me that wondered why I hadn’t died, but to the rest of me, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I was going to hurt it. I was going to hurt it so much worse than it hurt me.

[hideawayintheimaginationworld]

Ok so in the story about Matt you said Lefty found Spring Jr is it ok if we get a short story about Lefty finding them and everyone reaction's to the bab

“You're a strange little creature...”

Lefty was trying to prompt a response from the little Bunny he found, the Bunny in a sense reminded him of SpringBonnie, but with more greenish fur and silver eyes, it also was the size of an infant.

It also was covered by blood and it smelt weird.

The smell reminded Lefty of a dead body.

Having a sensitive nose, he easily sniffed the odour and saw the little guy across the road, wandering without purpose, Lefty quickly realised it didn’t just look like a kid sized SpringBonnie.

It acted like one.

Not being aware of road surroundings.

Lefty had a sneaking suspicion it smelt like Fazbear Entertainment's brand of supernatural bullshit, and being a kid too, so he followed the kid, trying to lure it out of the street and into the house, worried a human would see it and immediately call the police, or worse the little one could get run over by a car.

He had to bribe in the end, retrieving a bag of Candy, he was thankful Halloween wasn’t so long ago, so he was able to get out the leftover sweets and used them to draw the kid inside.

Once inside, Lefty locked the door, trapping the kid, but he— well Lefty assumed it was a male, if it had a gender— didn’t seem too worried and actually looked at Lefty like he expected more food, probably haven’t eaten in while, so Lefty was happy to offer food.

He wouldn’t live with the smell however, Lefty didn’t realise how bad it was until later, when he felt queasy and realised he couldn’t focus on washing the dishes.

So he geared himself up, getting rubber gloves, the custom gas mask he wore to block out smells, which covered his nose, mouth and lenses over his eyes, and he approached the child, almost like it was ticking time bomb to defuse.

He didn’t put up a fight to being lifted up and taken upstairs.

He didn’t even fight when he saw Lefty fill the bath.

In fact he looked curious.

Lefty wondered if he had never seen water before.

Regardless, he didn’t know where it came from, but he treated it like a child since it had obviously child behaviours.

Now Lefty was washing him in the bath, the water wasn’t deep, and Lefty was holding one hand to hold him while using the other to scrub around.

Lefty already emptied the water once because it turned red within two minutes.

Now Lefty was washing out the lotion he used to clean the skin of the sticky residue, wondering what it even was, he thought it looked like a bodily fluid but he wasn’t sure and didn’t dwell on it.

The bunny seem to enjoy the bath, trying to splash in the water, even trying to eat the bubbles that formed.

Lefty tried to think of where this thing came from, reasoning this thing didn’t appear to be something that was built.

But rather born.

And that should be impossible, as Lefty knew, they can’t reproduce.

But this thing could be a parasite... and if that's the case... I’m obligated to destroy it.

The bunny didn’t look bad in the slightest.

No one is born good or evil, he knew that, I'll search for whoever made you... but it's best if you live with me... living on the streets is not only dirty but dangerous.

With that decided, Lefty took him out of the bath, he brought out a towel and wrapped him up, debating where he could possibly sleep.

“So what is it?”

Breakfast was quite a spectacle for all, aside from the fact Lefty made French Toast

Lefty had set down Spring Jr, as he named him, on the sofa, he had obtained a spoon that he was using like a pacifier, much to Lefty's annoyance.

Lefty grabbed the handle, trying to pull it out of his mouth, while the kids watched him playing tug of war with a little bunny.

“I don’t know... I found it... I feel like it has Fazbear Entertainment written all over it...” Lefty answered.

“God, I’m sick of bull...” Alec huffed.

He knew they were all sick of the nonsense, considering everything that happened, like curses, killer animatronics, body swapping, possession, and sentient robots.

“I am honestly too... I’ve been debating...”

“Debating what?” Greg asked.

“Technically... I can quit... when we were made, Henry actually got us our own power of attorney in a nutshell.”

“You have a lawyer?” Millie questioned, surprised by the fact.

“All of us do, so Fazbear Entertainment can’t legally make us do anything we don’t want to... and I think it annoys them a lot... the only thing is... where would I get a job somewhere else? I mean it would be a pain but I could work somewhere else, it'd take a lot of effort, I think they pay us so we aren’t tempted to leave...”

“You can open your own restaurant,” Alec said, Lefty couldn’t tell if he was joking, “Seriously, you're a great cook and you are very patient.”

“I don’t know about it... but back to this... I'm going to sneak around the Archives... this is what I'd like you to do... watch this Bunny.”

“Well it seems calm... aside from the fixation on the spoon...” Oscar added.

“I might need to find something better for it to chew on, like a soft toy...”

“A tennis ball,” Greg immediately said, sounding serious.

Lefty laughed for a second, “How about no for now...” He finally pulled the drool covered spoon out of his mouth.

Lefty brought some stuff back and was studying it, he was reading some “confidential” documents, to which he found laughable how easy it was to take without getting caught, seriously he once got inside houses that were more secure than that building, all he needed was to break the keypad out of the wall and connect the fuse to unlock the door.

He was sitting on the sofa, Spring Jr was at his side, he had found something new to chew on— the spatula, which wasn’t bad since Lefty didn’t have to use it for anything at the moment, Lefty had made dinner and everyone went to do their own things at this time. Alec was sitting next to him, using the TV to play a game, Lefty was sort of interested, Alec said the game was called “A Hat in Time”.

Lefty shifted though the forbidden knowledge, stopping when he saw something, he read it a few times before confirming something he didn’t know.

Fazbear Entertainment had made a game in the works.

A game called Springtrap's Revenge.

It sounded like it was based off William Afton, which Lefty thought was tasteless, considering everything that happened.

He knew the history and it could take hours trying to put it into a correct timeline, the basics were that an unknown of kids had been murdered, Lefty knew the most about the original six, but they were more he kept learning about, Ennard, an incomplete prototype was possessed by a child Lefty had no idea existed, as the kid had a bad foster family and he was never confirmed to be dead until recently.

It sicken Lefty, considering now he had kids, true they were older than all of William normal victims, but Lefty considered himself a fiercely protective parent, and he had actually gone against people who threaten his kids, nothing violent, enough to teach them a lesson.

Lefty's phone lit up, as a message came in, Lefty thought it might be Fetch asking for treats but saw Mr Emily instead and immediately looked at it.

“Plan was success, we aren’t associated with Fazbear Entertainment anymore.”

Lefty smiled, he waited for this day, as did everyone.

Now they could hopefully stay to pull away from the tragedies and evil.

The foundation was corrupt.

But the future was bright.

Considering Lefty had a family now too.

He stopped working and watched Alec playing his game, he wasn’t one for video games, but having a teenager who was kind of obsessed with games (Alec did still study and did chores), Lefty got interested in the games, as a result, he had actually made good memories being a second player with Alec, laughing and smiling.

“We still have to find out where you came from...” Lefty muttered looking at Spring JR.

He then watched Alec for a few minutes before saying, “So you collect like little hourglasses in this game?”

“Yes.”

Pause.

“I might get some ice cream, you want some?”

“Yes, please.”

“Daddy?”

“What?”

“Is it calling you Daddy?”

“No... it's looking outside and saying Daddy... like he lost his father or something...”

Pete and Chuck were watching Spring JR along with Lefty.

“I think it's creepy...”

“I have to wonder... who does this thing see as its Daddy?” Lefty muttered, “Regardless... I'll try my best with it... I need to find out what Springtrap's Revenge might be...”

[partnersatfazbear]

Last Update for a few Wheek-Weeks

Before I post some updates, let me get some FNAF news out of the way.

New book detailing all characters and locations will be released:

https://twitter.com/Popgoes6/status/1427010616997421075

New FNAF AR figures rumoured/likely for Spring 2022 (yes, I’ll be getting Toxic Springtrap) :

https://twitter.com/Popgoes6/status/1427054625945960455

I also highly recommend following FNAF Alerts on twitter for updates regarding restocks as many old Funko plush and figures have been / are being reprinted--so if there’s ones you missed out on, I’d keep an eye out.

Now as for my personal stuff. The move is this weekend and again, not sure how long I won’t have internet at the new place. Money is tight and I’ll be spending some time with the wife for her vacation and unpacking everything.

IIRC I typed up Chapter 14 of Resurrection Seeker. I intended to post it before the move and I will try to in the next few days. I feel awful for making you guys wait and I keep saying “this week, this week”. I just am not satisfied enough to post this chapter yet since something big kind of happens and I want it to come across well. Having said that, I’m planning a prequel which will sort of partially retcon the beginning, but only in the sense that Henry and William didn’t know one another, as with this prequel they would. Everyone loves the College!AU and I want to write my own take on it... However, I didn’t write it initially because 1) I wasn’t fond of the concept then and 2) I didn’t want to be influenced by others’ versions of William and Henry specifically. I wanted to write them true to myself, which may be why they come across very unique compared to the fandom as a whole.

Elaborating on that, I DID read The Puppet Carver’s epilogue but so little happened I completely skipped over the spoiler detail (to notice this detail, you have to read it once and reflect knowing this other specific thing and I was too hectic IRL to take time and connect the dots... sorry for the vagueness as I don’t want to spoil it for people who haven’t read it). This spoiler in fact is NOT confirmed in any way unless specific assumptions are made, but it seems very plausible (and I even want to amend Midnight Motorist again if this is the case). In reflection to my own work and interpretation, I’m kind of sad I didn’t consider things happening this way as given my backstory for William, I think it would have made things even more impactful. I would have to cut one of my favorite scenes involving Mrs. Afton’s demise but then I have a slew of other scenes I could write in, too...

I think I’ve mentioned writing a revised RS before and I may do that replacing only a few chapters or lines or something in the future. Anyway, I will write up my thoughts on the epilogue more when I’m at home as I’ll actually have the book in my hands again.

What else... I don’t know what to say. Just that I’m appreciative of all of you! Thank you for supporting me! I promise once things settle down I’ll be here again posting daily like I did back in Fall/Spring 2021. Summer kinda hit my life like a truck with parents on all sides in/out of hospitals, this move, my grandfather’s passing, ect. I cannot express my appreciation for the patience enough.

See you on the flipside

[lucarioisinthevoid]

I don't want to bother you and you likely have better prompts to do, but it would be really fun to see Henry have to deal with both Springtrap and ScrapTrap specifically for potential angst purposes on both ends. Some side characters that would make good filler might be Nightmare and - Maybe Mangle?

(“You likely have better prompts to do”- pal, fam, buddy, this blog has like… ten followers and maybe three askers, and I love every single one of them dearly. I try to bring the prompts out on a “one per day” basis, to ensure they won’t get too long and to show I’m still doing it, so if I don’t put one out, you can feel sure there’s nothing left. Also, good on you for asking for these two! I had a realization about how it’s kinda impossible to die to certain people, like Mr. Hippo- especially since I was just having a great time creating a little game-over interaction and then figured out “wait a minute, that won’t happen, he’s 100% fooled by the lure” So instead I’ll adjust depending on what the ask offers. If it’s a matter of “I wonder if he can survive this”/”I wonder who he’ll die to”, I’ll write that out, but if it’s a “I wonder how he’ll react to that character” Just taking up the Dave™, and only playing to see if I die to Scraptrap, seeing as he DID manage to catch me off guard before. (Also Deedee) Yes. I should have put more thought into the mechanics before. And YES. I already thought up way too much lore for this one-off “time in hell” thing. But y’know how it is. You think or you die. I don’t even think of lore, it just pops into my head, that’s why my stories are so disorganized Anyways, ENJOY! I don’t think the torture this time around is so bad, I basically cut away before anything really bad happens)

It was quiet this time around. But Henry wouldn’t be tricked by it. You’d think that only two animatronics being active would make this night a cakewalk, but the fact that he was faced with two animatronics that… were Dave… He wasn’t looking forward to it. Before he had left the office he had been offered to take some “benefits” along, but… he didn’t want to admit to being concerned. Not to mention that it wouldn’t help him. Maybe the Deedee repel- this one however seemed better preserved for later. After the panic she had put him into, it was probably more appropriate to use it when he truly was in over his head. … oh, he would eat those words later, wouldn’t he? … it hardly mattered. What even WAS she? How did she come here? Why could she simply activate machines like this? Perhaps that was what Satan looked like. At this point he wouldn’t even be surprised. With a sigh he quickly raised the tablet, putting on the generator. It would keep him safe from the lights going out, that was well-worth dealing with the headache inducing noise. Out of morbid curiosity he switched from the main control on the tablet to the vents. ‘Click on nodes to set vent snare’. … christ… a snare…? A snare trap…? That was vicious. Probably very effective though… against anyone but Dave. It was Dave in that suit. It always had been Dave in that suit. After all the fruitless attempts trying to get this stupid suit get possessed, Henry had to come to accept that- Dave’s spirit was already inside and it wasn’t willing to share with anyone. The Springbonnie suit COULD probably have walked by itself if Dave would have wanted it- if Dave would have TRIED for it. … there were a lot of things William could have made happened, if he had just TRIED. Trying to get the bitter taste out of his mouth, Henry grimaced, staring at the screen as Dave moved along the vents. To think that this was the man who looked at him with pity, as if he was something weak and- … to think that he had been the only one witnessing his pathetic death. It hurt in a very special way. Hell, he couldn’t even point out how- WHY it was this bad. Was it the humiliation? Or was it the simple fact that he had died this terrible manner and all he could think about when remembering Dave and his- old life. Old life. … was this even the Dave he knew? Was this William? Or was it merely a manifestation of memories and thoughts, pulled right out of his head? Staring at the screen he watched as Dave approached. Surprisingly, he took the long way around. How peculiar. For some reason he had assumed Dave would make a B-line for the vent entrance, but he was approaching from the entirely different side. Was he assuming he could catch him off-guard? Well- either way, he was almost here. Putting down the monitor, Henry peered into the vent in front of him, trying to catch a glance- The whole room started to shake, together with the awfully loud rattling and screeching from the side. For a few seconds blind panic took ahold in his brain, as it always did when heard this damn noise- then he stumbled over and smashed the right side buttons, causing the doors to that side to snap shut. An inhuman scream ripped through the air. It was Henry’s name but sounding so distorted, so filled with SPITE, that he couldn’t even comprehend at the moment- only a few seconds after he heard it, his brain could decipher it. And when it did, he wished it didn’t. If everyone came from a potential different dimension, he didn’t want to know where THIS creature was coming from and why William had turned out like this. Sure, he had a few ideas… none of them were good though. … in none of those scenarios he would have wanted to meet him. Thankfully he had managed- so he opened the doors back up, falling back into his chair. Alright, alright, unless the demon child showed back up, this should now be easy to handle- Looking up he spotted a withered Springbonnie, with bright white eyes staring down at him from the vents. For a few moments both just stared at each other. Then Henry raised an eyebrow. “… is there any way I can help you?” “Aw shucks! Ya saw me! You’ve always been too good at this!” Smiling brightly Dave looked down at him, not moving any closer to the entrance. “… but who was THAT, Henry?” There was something about the question that made the place go quieter. The animatronics seemed generally vaguely aware of each other and their co-existence beyond the confinements of time and space, so- was Dave trying to trick him? For what purpose though? “… I do not know, Dave. I have not seen this creature yet.” A lie. Shifting his vent opening, Dave tilted his head, still grinning. “Ya don’t know? But don’t you know everything?” The words came with a certain edge to them. Or maybe Henry was simply growing more and more paranoid of the being in the vents. “I know… almost everything. There is a difference, Dave. For example… I do not know why you are inside of a suit like this.” “… yeah, that’s a mystery, ain’t it, Henry?”   The air was getting worse, the human’s breath was becoming erratic. “… are you okay, Henry?” Crawling forward Dave tried to get in. “If ya need some help-“ Instantly Henry crushed down the vent door, opening his camera system to resetting the ventilation to ensure he could keep breathing- then he put it down again, opening up the vent once more to a now VERY disgruntled seeming Dave. “The fuck was that for! Why did ya lock me out?!” “I had to take care of urgent business.” “I could have helped.” Moving slightly back, the person inside the animatronic hissed. “You’ve always did this, Henry. You’ve always done this to me.” “With good reason.” Snapping, Henry harshly slapped his hands on the office table, showing his teeth. “I was always right about you. You are not getting to threaten me now, William. You are not getting to play innocent in this place. No. William, I know you would do it.” “Do what?” Equally as aggressive, Davetrap snapped back at him. “You would ensure my death.” “That’s ludicrous! You ensured your OWN death! Maybe if ya would have trusted me more and wouldn’t have used me like some sort of- PAWN, maybe then you wouldn’t have been snacked on by a stupid doggo!” “Nonsense!” Henry hissed. “That is not what I am talking about in either case. It did not matter what I did for you, did it? It never mattered. William, you are not capable of loyalty, you are not capable of putting duty over your selfish, petty desires. For a few moments, for a little, yes, but once the urge becomes too strong, you snap back into your animalistic nature. You needed guidance, but you did not care for it. All you cared for was getting what you wanted. And once someone could offer you more than me, you turned on me.” Bitterly Dave scoffed. “Ya think that and there’s no way to change your mind, is there? Never was. Henry, think about it from my perspective for a moment maybe- if you would have treated me like an actual friend, like an actual equal partner, instead of seeing me as an untamed animal that may turn on ya any given second- maybe then I would have not yearned for someone who did.” “You are not getting around this, you are not getting around betraying me, I gave you a LAST chance and you have-“ “No Henry, YOU are not getting around this.” Coldly Dave snapped at him, stopping him from saying anything further, the icy disgust evident in his words. “You think you can turn anything and everything into a game of ‘give some, get some’. You think you can simmer friendships down to a little spreadsheet of what you’re owed and what you give. Frankly, though, you’re good at it, pal. Even with all the animosity you’ve always harbored for me deep inside of ya, you’ve always ensured I’d get my cut and felt treated well. But the thing is, Henry, and I know ya don’t get it, but there’s more to friendship than just the sum of its parts. There’s more to a partnership than a simple dividin’ of responsibility and benefits. The whole time we were together, you were alone in your head. You thought of me as a little add-on. Were you scared of what I’m capable of? Of losing control? Or were you scared of having someone with you in your head? Somethin’ you’d miss if it ever disappeared? Henry, old friend, I wanted to ask you something, ever since your stupid speech- what did you ACTUALLY want?” “What- what do you mean?” Laying inside of the vent, he made a vague gesture. “Your whole… deal. Immortality and stuff. Why? For what?” “I-“ Yet before he could explain himself, William interrupted him again. “No. I’m not askin’ for what you THINK you did it for. I’m askin’ for what you actually did it for. Because ya can ramble on about a utopia all you like, it doesn’t matter for you, does it? Will it fix you? Building a society of immortals… do you think it’s going to stop you from waking up at night, worryin’ someone might come to kill you? That you’ll be able to see people as people and not as props? That you’re gonna get better if you just live long enough? You’re miserable, Henry. You lived your entire life alone, while surrounded by others and you’d hate immortality, unless you truly believe it’ll give you the chance to change.” “You are speaking NONSENSE!” Heated, the Pink Guy raised his voice at him. “I was doing FINE! Hell, even if not, so what!? My wish to finish humanity and give it its full potential was NOT a selfish one. I am NOT miserable, I am NOT lonely, my plans were impeccable and selfless and you-“ “Henry.” It almost sounded soft. “You need help. Let me in.” At that Henry closed the vent, reset the ventilation and slowly balled his fist, trying to remain as calm as possible. Through the door, Dave’s concerningly calm and certain voice sounded, almost completely muffled. “… eventually you’ll let me in, old friend. I know that. You know that. And it actually doesn’t matter what I say! I wouldn’t even need to convince ya. Because you can’t stand the feelin’ of being stuck. Because you’ll try out everything. Now that you’re immortal, you have nothing to reach for- so you will reach for everything.” The clock chimed. Six AM. Henry stumbled to the saferoom. He had to find a way out of this place. Fast.

[official-michael-afton]

Made a tier list of FNaF media!!! Not counting the activity book or the security survival log because those don’t really add anything, they’re just neat activities or summaries of game info

I explained the choices under the cut, equal parts personal bias and objective opinion, so if you think differently then hey, good on ya!

Going down to up XD

F

The Silver Eyes Graphic Novel: Do I even need to explain this one? Rushed art with countless mistakes, horrid coloring, samey designs, the important scenes come off as bland and even goofy instead of impactful. It’s clear Pinky wasn’t used to drawing humans, the colorist had no idea what they were doing, and no one on the team made a graphic novel before. It’s laughable how bad this was XD

E

The Fourth Closet: Does anyone really know what happened at the end? I... really don’t like what they did with Charlie in this one. I don’t like how William was able to get out of his Springtrap- it was SUPPOSED to trap him, and yet he just... is out of it... I think the whole thing with Baby being like this hot clown girl instead of what she is in Sister Location is very... ... it exists... Tbh I respect the bold direction it took, but I honestly felt it was too much of a stretch and just didn’t work.

D

FNaF AR, Special Delivery: Not bad! The character models and voice acting is where the game shines most. Other than that, there isn’t really much substantial to the game other than some lore with Vanny/Ness and Luis. The gameplay can get frustrating sometimes(I cant collect remnant, read my mail, or even work on my own animatronics without DING DONG SOMEONES HERE every 5 seconds), and all you do is spin in a circle until you get glitchy, look away if they get glitchy, or zap them when they run at you. Some people probably love this game and good on them for that, but I find myself not touching it for weeks at a time.

Freddy In Space 2: GREAT game for charity, great art, great music! ... That’s all it has going for it, though. It was clear that this was a quickly made game designed to be beaten in one sitting, and it did exactly what it needed to do! Other than being amazing how it was for charity, the game doesn’t have that much going for it(except introducing Lolzhax aka BEST ROBO), so overall not bad but also did almost nothing outside of being for the Charity Livestream XD

Fazbear Frights, Into The Pit: Again, not bad! A nice collection of short stories, almost like goofy campfire horror you’d tell to kids... like goosebumps! I felt each story was REALLY lacking in some areas, but I liked the general idea they were going for. That being said, they’re moreso neat scary stories with the name FNaF attached than anything else(except maybe the first of the three). It hints that they have an overarching plot that will be covered in future books, but as of right now, I feel no one’s missing out by not reading them.

C

FNaF 3: A satisfying end to the original trilogy story! Purple Guy gets justice, everything gets tied together with a neat bow, and the first arc in the series comes to an end. Also Springtrap, aka my favorite. This game is riddled with neat 8-bit minigames and bits of lore, but the gameplay itself is where I find it not as good as the S A and B tiers. The new setup with the system reboots are def really interesting, but other than that, each night is just... the same thing but harder. Most other games introduce different characters on different difficulties per night, but since Springtrap is the only deadly one, it’s just... him more aggressive each night and systems failing more often. Makes the gameplay pretty repetitive and frustrating after Night 3 or so.

FNaF 4: The beginning of what I like to call the Afton saga(4, SL, FFPS, UCN)! This is when the lore began to get REALLY good... and also really confusing. Props for it taking such a bold direction by taking place in a child’s bedroom instead of in an office with cameras, its a neat change of pace! That being said, the gameplay can get frustrating and there’s a high learning curve for needing to listen to each sound the anmatronics make. Also lore wise... there really isn’t much! Just mainly focuses on what happened to this poor kid. Also the box still being a loose end... yeah.

The Twisted Ones: I enjoyed this one! It had a very interesting direction that kinda kept me guessing on what was going on, and this is when Scott really started nailing in the foreshadowing for the reveal in TFC. The Twisted animatronics are SO cool, and the introduction of those little alteration chips provided new context to games like 4 and SL! That being said, I don’t remember it being... that memorable? I also didn’t like how Charlie’s and John’s relationship was... so awkward... It was neat, but honestly nothing to really go crazy over, in my opinion.

B

The Silver Eyes: Honestly, I adored this book when I read it back in 2016, before Sister Location happened. At the time I wasn’t trying to connect it to any lore, so it was really great just to see a sort of retelling of the FNaF story. A lot of people complained about how long it was... I might agree if I reread it but tbh it never bothered me before. It was delightfully creepy, yet had a simple plot and wasn’t NEARLY as out there as TTO and TFC. Especially TFC. I felt this book didnt need 2 sequels and would’ve been just fine on its own, but whatcha gonna do. Carlton is forever my fav, and it’s the first time we really learn about Henry AND it was the first time we got a name for our Purple Guy: William Afton!

Sister Location: I like this one for just how bold of a game it was. I’m also including SL’s Custom Night wrapped into this package. Jam packed with lore, our first (main) game with VOICE ACTING, and honestly the humor has no right being as good as it is. I love how this not only expanded on the crying child from 4′s story, but also gives us so much Elizabeth and Michael content. The gameplay has a lot of unbalanced features and feels a little too over the place at times, but I appreciate where it was going with it!

FNaF World: ... This one is pure personal bias. A lot of people don’t like it. I adore it. Honestly I love the cute overworld, I love beating up enemies as my favorite animatronics, I love the horror, nihilism, and lore shoved into this game alongside SO MUCH humor. Update 2 was nothing short of an absolute delight and... wait, no!!! FNaF World had our first voice acting!!! So many endings and nods to other games Scott’s made, a cool scene with Desk Man/Henry and Baby, just... muah. Good content. Also Scott 57 <3

A

Ultimate Custom Night: Name a better way to end the Afton Saga, I’ll wait. It’s so obvious how much time, thought, and care went into this one. I love how the game rewards you with funny cutscenes the higher scores you get, and I just! So much voice acting! I love how each preset- no, each character has their own moves so every time you do a certain mode, you need to learn to manage them all and get a good strategy. I like how it’s way more strategy and skill than the RNG that many previous games had. Also, Scott!!! You managed to put this into the LORE by making it William’s hell, MUAH, couldnt have done it better!!!

FNaF 2: This one might have bias for being the peak of the fandom, but it was one of the greatest times to be in that fandom. Freaking out over the trailers, theories galore, prequel vs sequel, and just... so good. 1 didn’t have much plot, 2 DID. 2 had more mechanics and strategy to it than 1, and gave us over twice as many characters! We finally got a “face” to our killer, Mr. Purple Man, and how could I ever complain about more Phone Guy~? This one also introduced the 8-bit minigames, which became a HUGE staple for the series! Perfect expansion of the first!

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria Simulator: The PERFECT blend of old and new gameplay. The salvage scenes are intense, the nights had a great balancing mechanic of juggling doing tasks while also avoiding animatronics, multiple endings, and a neat tycoon segment to give the player a breather... but with LORE!!! Midnight Motorist is easily one of the best tracks in the series. Also has a GREAT canonical ending, when(with paired with UCN), ties the plots of 1-6 SO nicely with a neat bow. 

S

FNaF 1: Okay. From a personal and gameplay standpoint, I was going to put this much lower. Like B or C. That being said... this has to go in S. Yes, it has the least lore and arguably the worst gameplay(too much RNG for 4/20 mode), but this was the game. I can’t even exaggerate when I say just how much FNaF changed not only the gaming community, but especially the horror and indie communities. So many names got big from this: Markiplier, Dawko, Game Theory, The Living Tombstone, DA Games, SCOTT HIMSELF, just to name a few!!! And to think, this was originally going to be Scott’s last game! FNaF changed gaming HISTORY, and I think that alone makes this title deserving of S.

FNaF VR, Help Wanted: Okay, personal bias time, but I truly think VR deserves this S. Seeing Glitchtrap for the first time incited a panic in me that I hadn’t felt since FNaF 1 and 2. You get FNaF 1-4 in one, all in VR, WONDERFUL character models that you can WATCH MOVE!!! SO many minigames and fun challenges to play, so many neat knickknacks to collect, the Halloween update is FANTASTIC. The introduction of some great characters, such as: Glitchtrap, Vanny, Tape Girl, Dreadbear, Grim Foxy, etc!!! There’s also just- something so nice about being able to see every office and the pizzeria in 3D spaces where you can look around! Just from a gameplay and environment standpoint, this was an AMAZING addition and deserves the S.

... Thanks for listening to me ramble XD If you disagree... then good for you! I won’t fight anyone on this, I’m aware that this is a lot of personal bias. But if you made it this far... thanks for hearing me ramble!!!!

[pretty-rad-arson-dad]

What about a short fic between Scarptrap/Springtrap and Henry? ̶I̶ ̶k̶̶n̶̶o̶̶w̶ ̶I̶̶'̶̶m̶ ̶s̶̶o̶ ̶f̶̶u̶̶c̶̶k̶̶i̶̶n̶̶g̶ ̶c̶̶r̶̶e̶̶a̶̶t̶̶i̶̶v̶̶e̶

Henry sat in the office and took a few deep breaths, bracing himself for the encounter he knew was about to happen. He had lost sight of the large, molding robot, and it would now likely be attempting to enter his office at any given moment.

I could just sent this whole damn place ablaze right now, he thought to himself before remembering that he, in fact, could not, at least not today. The canister of gasoline and lighter were both at home, as he had wanted to wait a week.

Just to be sure. 

Henry shook his head, sighing. 

You know it’s him, Emily. You know. There’s no one else it could be. Why are you lying to yourself? You know you’re just waiting because you wanted to give yourself the chance to talk to h-

Henry’s thoughts were cut off by something scraping against the floor.

He’s here.

The sound was muffled, as if he were on the other side of the wall. Henry resisted his mind’s urging to try and flee, knowing that he’d be found, even if he tried, but also because he just needed to see him. It was so stupid, so childish, and yet...

The rabbit shuffled into view, Henry watching him carefully. Slowly, the rabbit turned his head and peaked through the office window before slowly turning his head back forwards. Henry let out a sigh and felt for the taser at his waist.

If all else goes wrong-

Suddenly, the rabbit’s head snaps back to the side, looking at Henry with what looked like it could have been a surprised expression. Or at least as much of a surprised expression as a mostly rotting robot could manage to make. 

The rabbit slowly and awkwardly turns it’s body to face the window as well before placing it’s hand on the window and opening it’s mouth. Henry cringed when he saw the condensation of the rabbit’s breath as he breathed on the window. The rabbit stared at him for a few moments, mouth continuing to hang open, before he started to emit a strange sound from his mouth.

“Ḩ̶̈́̔͐h̶̥̃̏ͅh̶̯̣̙̎h̷̲̑́̂h̷̨̛̞̪̹̀̔.̸̩͚̑̈́͗ͅ...”

Henry cringed again at the popping sound that emitted from his mouth. Slowly, he rose up from his chair and made his way around the office desk, then towards the window. As he did this, he noticed the broken rabbit ears suddenly perk up.

Of course...

Once he reached the window, he crossed his arms and stared at the rabbit, really getting a nice look at him.

God, he looks even worse up close.

“Can you talk?” he asked. The rabbit raised a finger, as if to request Henry give him a moment, and, before Henry could even say a word, he began to forcefully pry open his own mouth. Henry watched in wide-eyed horror as he stuck his hand into his mouth and ripped something out. Whatever it was, it was making an incessant squeaking and chattering sound.

A rat. It’s a fucking rat, and it just came out of his mouth.

Henry continued to watch, expecting him to put it down. The rabbit examined the rat he was holding in his hand, as if pondering what to do with the helpless rodent. 

And then he decided to start squeezing. The poor little rat’s squeaks became more frantic and Henry brought a hand to his own mouth, trying not to make any noise as he watched his grip tighten.

Stop him. Stop him. STOP HIM-

“W... William wait!” he squeaked out.”PLEASE STOP!”

The rabbit looked over at him and took in his horrified expression, then carelessly dropped the rat’s limp body onto the floor.

“Y̴̺̞̹͎͂̄o̷̡̙̱͊̂ͅů̴̜̱̀... Y̴̺̞̹͎͂̄o̷̡̙̱͊̂ͅů̴̜̱̀... Y̷o̴u̴'̸r̶e̸ ̴s̵t̶i̴l̷l̷ ̴s̴o̶ squeamish about what I can do. How a̸͔̽d̴̝̎o̵̝͑r̶̞̆a̶̺̋b̸͔͋l̷̰̈́e̷̛͉.” he says, letting out what sounded like a forced laugh. “How long have you known about me now? I thought you expected me to behave like a monster at this point.”

Henry pulled his hand away from his mouth. “S-Stop-” he choked out. 

“Ohhhh... O̴̜̒h̸̲̅ ̶̺̅m̸͙͒ȳ̴̞... Shh, shh, shh, shh, shhhhhhhhh. It’s alright, darling-” the rabbit said, slowly bringing his hand towards Henry’s face in an attempt to caress his cheek, only to have his hand’s advance blocked by the glass.He let out a displeased growl and drew his hand back. “These are rather... Ṳ̷̔ǹ̶͉f̴͇̆o̶̐ͅŗ̴̌t̸̥͒ȕ̶̟n̸͕̊á̴͔ẗ̵̗́ê̸̤ circumstances we’ve found ourselves in...”

Henry would nod his head in agreement, if only his brain wasn’t telling him doing so would be a bad idea. So instead, he simply wiped his eyes in an effort to get rid of the tears that were preparing to come. 

As Henry did this, William took the chance to guide the rabbit’s body towards the door. Once he reached the doorway, Henry looked up and stumbled back, reaching for the taser at his side. Unfortunately, he reached for the wrong side and his hand was met with nothingness.

The rabbit let out a low chuckle, this one sounding rather genuine.

“Some things never truly change, do they?” William asked. “Deep down, you’re still the same old you. Adorable, goofy.... D̵e̵f̴i̶a̶n̸t̵ ̷...” 

Suddenly, he grabbed Henry’s arm and roughly yanked him forward, causing him to land against the rabbit’s chest. Henry cringed and tried not to gag as he felt the rotting and, oddly, wet fur against the side of his face. He could smell the decaying corpse of his former best friend.

“You know, luv, your defiance used to be so endearing.” he said, stroking Henry’s hair. “But something can only be endearing for so long before ì̴͜t̸̳̓ ̸̫̄s̶̤̓t̴͍͋a̷̼̚r̵͇̿t̶̖̀s̷̱̃ ̵̜͠t̵̜͝o̶̬̾ ̸̘͠g̶̣͂r̸̟̒o̷͕͋w̷̝̍ ̷̡̓ȯ̶̢ļ̶̿ḏ̵̍. But you know that, don’t you?”

Fearful, Henry nodded his head in agreement, hating the feeling of the rotting synthetic fur rubbing against his face.

“You’ve always been so smart, Henry...” William sighed before ceasing his movements for a few moments. And then he suddenly brought his hand around Henry’s neck and slammed him into the nearest wall.

“S̶̺̿o̴̓͜ ̴̮̑w̵͑ͅh̷̽ͅy̸͔͘ ̶̥̄c̶̠̃o̵̯͐ȕ̴̬l̸͙͐d̸̡̀ṋ̷̒'̵̖̑ṱ̵̉ ̷̹̅y̶͇͗o̶̮̒û̴͙ ̶͍̑š̷̯ĕ̸̥ë̷̜́ ̴͓̆t̷͔̀h̵̟́a̷͈̚t̵̜̄ ̸̝̉Ḯ̷̗ ̸̼̒w̵̱̓a̷̬͐s̴̹͐ ̸̗͝t̴͘͜ẖ̸̑ẹ̷̀ ̸̥͝ó̵͉n̶͒͜e̶͚͛ ̴̦̇f̵̘̕o̶̐ͅr̴̳̀ ̴̝͛y̵̠͠o̵͎̽u̸͌ͅ? Ṭ̴͌h̸̭̓å̵͜t̴̡͝ ̴͖͐Î̸ͅ ̷͎̒s̸̟̿a̶͇̔c̵̝͗r̸̨̾i̸͔̎f̶̢̏ḯ̷͔c̸̟͘ȩ̴͒d̷̆ͅ ̸̣͐é̸̤v̶̘̑ĕ̸̱ȑ̶̞ý̵̭t̴̗̾h̵̟̀i̵̱͘n̴̪̈́g̵̺̓ ̷̮̅f̷̝̌ǫ̸́r̷͉͋ ̵̹̋y̵̜̽ǫ̶́ȕ̷̬?”

Henry desperately grabbed at the rabbit’s wrist, trying to push or pry it away from his neck as tears began to run down his face.

“Ỉ̷̻ ̷̢͠ḓ̸̿i̵̱̒d̵̫̉ṅ̶̙'̷̲̽t̸̺̂ ̵̗̂ẘ̵̰ă̶̧n̶̠͝t̷̙̾ ̵̣̀t̵̙̉h̶̼̕i̷̓ͅs̶̮͆,̴̘́ ̴̛̤H̸̝͐e̴̩͋n̶̞̉r̶̟͗ẙ̶̠!” William continued, keeping his hand around the other man’s neck, though he doesn’t quite choke him. He just keeps him in place against the wall. “B̶̥̓ű̷̠t̷̘̅ ̶͇͝ẙ̶͈o̷̯̅u̶͖͂'̵̛̳v̸̼́e̷͍͝ ̸̣̒ṯ̵̈́r̵̲͝ị̵́e̵̮͠d̵̬̽ ̷̞̔m̶̛̖y̷̹͌ ̶̥̚p̸͓̈á̶̺t̸̳̿ī̶͔ẹ̸̒n̴̙͋c̴̩̆e̴̘̊ ̵̝͌ṣ̴͐ỏ̷̩ ̷̹̕m̶̥̚a̷͎̚n̷̻͐ý̴͈ ̵̰̐t̴̼͒i̶̬͂m̴̭̓e̵̞̓s̸͓̏!”

Henry clawed at the arm in desperation now, letting out pleas between his sobs. The rabbit just began to squeeze Henry’s neck and lift him up off the floor.

“It didn’t have to be like this...” William said, his voice suddenly going into a soft whisper. “We could have been happy together. Side by side, never growing old or worrying about dying...”

“YOU’RE INSANE!” Henry screamed.

“I prefer creative thinker, luv! After all, that’s what you used to call me b̶e̴f̶o̸r̶e̶!”

“YOU’RE NOT MY FRIEND! YOU’RE NOT THE WILLIAM I-”

Henry’s sentence was cut off by the rabbit squeezing his throat a bit more. He gasped and coughed, struggling to speak now.

“Now that I’m t̵r̵a̴p̸p̶e̷d̷ here... It’s gotten so l̸̨͎̉̃̋ͅo̵̲̩̱̙̐̚͝n̶͚̼͌e̵̦͍̮̘͂l̴̛͚͋̂̉y̸̰͙̎̌̊, Hen...” William sighed, watching as the man struggled in his grasp. He could hear the other spirits starting to get angry and fearful. He didn’t doubt they were trying to grab Fritz’s attention. Not that it would help them, anyways. Fritz, while a pain in the ass and rather annoying, not a particularly strong spirit. In fact, without the proper vessel to possess, he was rather harmless. 

“But you know what? I have a s̸̯͒̑͊̏ō̶͔͇̝̐͠ļ̵̝̖̅͝u̷͚̜̬̳̾͒t̴̘͗̃̆ì̸͎̱̦̀̾ọ̷̢̋n̴̛͕̦! Now that I’m stuck here, I cannot provide you with remnant any longer... And because of that, you’ll soon start to ȃ̵̢̧̨͙͊͘g̵̲̜̣̃͒e̸͎͎͕̥͑͌͠ ̷̧̑ä̶̘̝͈́͋n̶͎̺̝̥͗d̵̞̱̝̆̿͝ ̷̜̤̽d̸͍̤͠ī̶͙e̴͓̰͔͑͝, and we can’t have that, now can we?” William asks. Henry just continued to struggle and even attempted to kick at the rabbit a few times. 

Oh well. Not like Henry’s answer would matter to William anyways.

“You see that broken Fredbear suit in the doorway?” William asked. The moment those words escaped his mouth, he could feel something, or rather someone, was angry. Before he could even turn his head to give the slightest acknowledgement to the spirit who had just entered the room, Balloon Boy’s head was chucked right at him, barely missing Henry by just a few inches.

“Now, now, F̸r̷i̶t̸z̷,̶ ̴t̷h̴a̴t̶'̷s̶ ̷n̸o̸t̷ ̵v̴e̴r̶y̵ ̸n̴i̷c̵e̶.” William said, looking over at the spirit, only to see him preparing to chuck another animatronic head at him. He could tell the former human was seething with rage, but he could sense his fear too. It rolled off him more intensely than his anger. Or perhaps William had just gotten so used to taking notice of other peoples’ fear. Regardless, he found it a bit funny.

Fritz shouted a flurry of insults at him before chucking the head at him, this time actually succeeding in hitting him, not that it did anything. It just smacked against the side of his torso and dropped to the floor. Fritz quickly followed this up with an attempt to try and make William hallucinate that Foxy was about to pounce on him, which he did succeed with, he always did, but it didn’t phase William in the slightest.

“I hate to say it, but your persistence is oddly admirable. T̶o̸o̵ ̷b̴a̴d̴ ̷i̴t̶ ̸w̴o̶n̸'̴t̵ ̷s̸a̵v̷e̸ ̸h̶i̸m̶,̶ ̴j̴u̷s̶t̵ ̶l̷i̸k̵e̴ ̸i̴t̷ ̴c̴o̴u̴l̶d̸n̴'̵t̴ ̶s̴a̴v̵e̷ ̸y̵o̴u̷.̵“ he said, squeezing Henry’s throat even tighter. Henry began to gasp and wheeze and soon his body movements slowed to a near stop. He was so close to breaking Henry’s neck. So close to finishing the job...

And then he felt an intense electric shock right in his back. 

The rabbit’s body jolted a bit and all the servos locked up for a brief moment, then relaxed. The hand around Henry’s throat let go and the man dropped to the floor. The rabbit was now stuck in place.

“Holy shit are you alright??!” 

Henry placed his hand to his throat, gasping and wheezing as he nodded his head. It took a few minutes for him to calm down a little and he looked up at the man.

“Y-Yeah. Thanks. When... Why are you hear? My shift doesn’t end for another two hours.”

Marley offered Henry his hand and helped him up. “I got a phone call. Not sure who from, but it came from here. It sounded like a little girl. I figured it couldn’t hurt to check up on the place. Hella glad I did though. Like bro, that thing was choking you out like-”

“Yeah. Yeah I know.” Henry replied, giving the now shut down robot the side eye.

“... I’ll get to switching your shift up.”

“No. Don’t do that.” Henry said, looking back at Marley. 

“You sure, man? You nearly died and I’d totally understand not wanting to come back.”

Henry looked at the rabbit for a moment, then back at Marley.

“Yeah. I’m sure. I’ll be back tomorrow night with better preparation.”