#remembered that fredbear was made to be henrys side of fredbear's diner

[hearts401]

something about tttb!evan's favorite colors being the same as his fathers', something about tttb!evan's favorite animatronic being a machine made for murder by his father. Something about fredbear not being william's mascot yet carrying so many bad memories of him. something about evan having so much trauma surrounding fredbear but in the end that is not his father's mascot and that is not his father and his father cannot ruin this last thing for him.

[msdrprofessorjessica]

Alchemists Apathy Character Bio: Henry Emily

My last chance to get something meaningful out before I post a special tomorrow

Hey remember when I said I was doing William AND Henry character bios? Well, here he is. Henry Emily with... this design. Now tbh, call this a hot take, but I don't mind the design that much. The problem with it is that it highlights a bit of a goody two-shoes side to Henry rather than the morally gray man that both the games and the books paint him out to be. So while I would use this design as a base if I were an artist, I certainly wouldn't one hundred percent use it.

Once again, another brief character introduction. Henry Emily is the co-founder of Fredbear's Family Diner. He made the robots, William handled the business. He had a daughter in both the games and books, and a son in the books. Sammy does make an appearance in this AU, but not as a major player. Sorry all you Sammy fans, while I like the kid, I just didn't know what kind of story I wanted to tell with the kid. Anyway, this post is about Henry. Henry is the reason for Fredbear's creation, William handled the business and Henry made the robots. He also burnt William alongside the other Scrap Animatronics in Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Simulator. In the books, he's a deranged lunatic who made a robot version of his daughter, four versions of them actually, one ended up getting stolen by William. He then killed himself realizing what he had done. Henry's an interesting character and a lot of AU's like to paint him as this stand-up guy, the true hero behind everything... that's not the case here.

Let me get this out of the way, Henry is not a bad guy in canon, both games and books. He's the foil to William after all, but Henry isn't exactly the keen kind of guy Mr. "Let me trap The Puppet that I know houses my daughters soul in a black chubby bear and then shock her if she tries to escape". No wonder Charlie tries to kill you, probably getting tased so much she has to take her anger out on someone. Henry is a morally gray character, he's a good guy, but he's also done things that don't make him the exact perfect contrast to William's evil. Though, I have always liked the idea that some AU's give Henry. Though, my problems with Henry in other AU's stand from the fact that he doesn't usual get an inbetween. He's either a goody two shoes, or he's evil but not to the degree of evil like William. And the times he is morally gray? They kinda make him... basic. I plan to try and rectify that in a way. This AU's Henry is a little bit different.

Just like William, Henry was born at an unknown date at an unknown time. Henry's story is the exact opposite of William's in this AU. While William was the rich one who had everything he wanted and then some, Henry was often left alone with nothing. But his family was happy and that was always something to look forward too. Happiness. Taking an interest in old Disney and Mickey Mouse cartoons, Henry began to make up his own characters, taking inspiration from all different types of animals. Elephants, lions, penguins, all kinds of animals. Henry was truly inspired when he visited a local diner known as "Goldie's Paradise Diner". There, he was entranced by the magic of the mascot suits for the bear and the rabbit, and the third act that involved a jester and a wooden puppet. Henry would make his own designs for a golden bear and a golden rabbit, and around high school, met up with someone who was interested in the doodles. This was the start of the friendship between William Afton and Henry Emily. They even went to DisneyLand together once. By the time they got to college, Henry had fallen in love with a girl named Selina Kyle (haha Henry, you saved her from a life of crime in Gotham City). Selina and Henry fell in love as they both worked at an ice cream store together. Henry would eventually marry her out of college, but not before acing his final project in robotics by creating a prototype animatronic that was planned to be wearable. The prototype was scrapped later on in favor of better designs, Henry used his old drawings as a base and viola, Fredbear and Spring Bonnie were created.

If you didn't see it in the William bio, I'll reiterate it here. Sorry Willry fans, it's not happening in this AU. They got wives and that's good enough for them. If it's any consolation, Henry is Bisexual and William is Pansexual. Though, I imagine William and Henry being quite opposites from each other. While William is the egotist and views himself as better than everyone else, Henry fails to see his creations as good, and is constantly working on new projects involving animatronics to better himself, finally make something he's proud of. The moment Henry sees a flaw, he tries to fix it. He even tried making the springlocks not cause death... to no avail as he was springlocked one time. Luckily, he was rushed to the hospital and recovered. Though, the reason they knew he needed to go to the hospital was because his wife was pregnant with twins, Charlotte and Sammy Emily. Both of them were born one second away from each other, but Sammy was born first. Henry truly loved his family, he saw them as things to protect with all his life, unlike William, who could not give a flying fuck what happened to his family.

William and Henry are quite the polar opposites, Henry's shy, William's outgoing. William's an egotist, Henry puts himself down too much. The moment The Big Bite happened, Henry immediately shut down the location while William wanted to keep it open. Henry tried to find the flaw in Fredbear when William saw no flaws in the animatronic. Henry closed down Fredbear's and did everything in his power to forget about Fredbear's, it was where his daughter died after all. Henry was so focused in his work after that, wanting to make sure that the rest of his family was safe, but because he focused so much on their safety, he never spent any time with them and even forbid Sammy from going to Freddy's. Henry did abuse his children, but not like how William would. Henry at one point slapped Sammy away, and immediately felt pity over it. Simply telling him to go away in a calm voice. One day, Selina and Sammy were gone, divorce papers were on the table, already signed. Henry was left alone, and the worst part was that he got a call from the police, asking him to see them. Henry was a suspect in the missing children's case alongside many others. Eric Smith, Ralph Gardner, and his partner William Afton. They were all let go due to lack of evidence but at least a month later, William and Henry were fired from Fazbear Enterprises after a restructuring of Fazbear Entertainment. Henry sadly took his things and left the next day, planning on trying to move on from Fazbear Entertainment. He tried to get in contact with his wife and son, but he couldn't find them.

Henry turned back to the only thing he knew would comfort him, animatronics. More springlock characters that would never make it into restaurants, more toys that reminded Henry of Charlie, and then a set of animatronics that were cheaply made. These would end up being the Mediocre Melodies. Henry would use them on a nationwide tour, hoping to find his wife and son in the crowd. But when it ended and he was still at square one, he gave up. Henry left himself alone with his creations, the only thing that brought him peace. He shut himself out from the outside world, but that didn't stop Fazbear's horror stories from leaking in. Another bite, a franchisee program, more children dying. It was absolutely crazy, and Henry wanted nothing to do with it. However, when he heard of Fazbear's Fright burning to the ground, he looked to find that his son's charred body was found in the building. Henry breathed heavily after reading that Sammy was found dead in the building, being burnt to death in the fire. Henry decided that enough was enough and started to link incidents to each other, and what he started linking made him disgusted. But he knew it was the truth, William Afton was a vicious murderer, and he needed to stop him. Henry recorded himself one recording, talking about what he had uncovered and cursing himself for not realizing it sooner. But he developed a plan, to call them all back. All of them. Together in one place.

It took two years until Henry was able to execute his plan in 2025. Creating the Lefty animatronic to lure and encapsulate The Puppet. Using Charlie's bracelet code to lure her, using the music box to calm The Puppet, and in case Charlie or Melody tried anything to ruin the plan, they would be shocked. Henry knew that his daughter was inside of The Puppet, but felt this was the only way to keep her in check. As for the others, he knew Afton would come, but Elizabeth and the other Funtimes needed to be lured. He managed to accurately simulate a child and use that to lure the Funtimes to his location. Then, he would purchase a location off of the Franchisee program and hire Michael on as a co-owner. Michael was unaware of the trap, or unaware of Henry's involvement. Henry kept it that way, he didn't want to take any risks. Michael lured all the animatronics and salvaged them. By the end of the week, there was a fire. Henry burnt it all to the ground, with everyone inside. No one survived, not even Henry. Henry freed the last remaining souls, and burnt himself alongside it, allowing the nightmare to finally be over.

While Fazbear Enterprises struggled to get back into business, Henry's plan had worked. Afton was gone, and the remaining souls he set out to free were freed. He and the others went to live in a plain of happy memories and go on adventures with the Fazbear characters. As for what Fazbear Enterprises did, they initiated project "Clean Slate". Seeing as how they couldn't paint their owners in a bad light, they went out of their way to rewrite them to be good people. William was seen as a caring and loving father who killed to bring back his son and daughter, and Henry was a goody two shoes man who was oblivious and clueless to William's crimes and would plan to stop him. It worked and that's how the owners were viewed as. Henry's past had seemingly been forgotten, but if Henry were able to see that, he wouldn't care. He accomplished what he set out to do, and seeing his son and daughter again made him the happiest he could ask for.

[suya-khamie]

That moment when you realize thaat you made an oc that's a bunch of Mitski Songs tied together

If ya don't know, Hello, Hi

Meet Gwendolyn Sophia Goldilocks, my Glamrockified Fnaf Oc

Yes, she may be bright but she's a revamped animatronic for the Pizzaplex

This is how she used to look like (it may change tho, need to make her more with the times)

She's from my personal little au I made myself and this is the first time I've spoken about it lmao

Basically, Animatronics had advanced ai ever since the beginning (Fredbear's Family Diner) due to.. Something, either something dying near the metal that was used to make the endos, or Henry and William were just that smart, I gotta fill that plot hole at some point..

But Gwen was a waitress animatronic that was designed to look like a puppet of sorts during the beginning. And she was also a made reference to the Goldilocks and Three Bears story. (she also may have been a potential love interest for fredbear but shhhh)

She also remembers her first ever location (which was Fredbear's Family Diner)

Gwen remembers the group very well, it had comprised as Fredbear, Spring Bonnie, The Puppet/Mariette, Brianna Baker, and Antonio Atlas. (more ocs, woo)

She remembers the late nights when the entire group would play board games, the many times Spring would flip the monopoly board because he kept losing his money to Puppet/Mariette's rail roads, the nights where they woild sing songs together as loudly as possible, The times when they would set up a bunch of helium balloons for the next day and talk about meaningless things...

Then Charlie went missing and Marietta started acting... off.

She and the others tried their best to comfort her and to tell her that it was not her fault. Gwen even put some of the blame on herself and how she should have taken those presents off Mari's box.

But Marietta insists that she feels fine and after awhile, the others started to believe it.

Sure, the first few weeks were awkward and quiet, some would say unbearable! But they got through it and everything started to look bright once more!

.....

Until Gwen comes out of the kitchen with a birthday cake in her hands, she smiles over to where the stage is before her smile drops as the sound of a crunch echoes across the diner.

....

She and the others were immediately put into storage and the next thing she knew? She was in another location, with new animatronics, and with none of her friends by her side. Gwen tries her best to get used to the location but is eventually carted off to another.. And another... And another...

She slowly loses count to how many locations she's been to. She feels hopeless. She feels like an abused ragdoll that had been thrown around the room. All of the animatronics in those locations always end up hostile towards her. Gwen thinks it's simply because she's not one of them, she isn't the same model, she doesn't have the same coding, it makes sense... Doesn't it? She's an outcast, someone who does not belong.

But after awhile, she eventually finds a location that she stays at for more than a few months and is readily accepted by the animatronics there. Hell, Three animatronics kids claim her as their mother. (those three are there to enable kids into joining activities and making a friend with them in order to make them come back, while also showing what a well mannered child should be like.) Gwen starts feeling like she belongs there.

She starts smiling more and is the primary caretaker of those three animatronics. She's their mother, and they are her kids...

It isn't until the main animatronic there gets buggy is when Gwen's Mama Bear senses kick in.

You see, Gwen had been coded to act as a mother figure to children, her personality revolves around their safety. She is especially protective of children who she had been attached to.

So imagine this for me. Gwen calls out to this robo child and searching for them because he has to be put down for a nap (charged), she turns a corner and she sees her sweet little boy on the ground, dismantled and ripped apart. The Main animatronic is ontop of the her kid with his parts in his hands. Can you imagine how Gwen feels at that moment?

Like I said, her Mama Bear instincts kick in and she immediately attacks the main animatronic, absolutely screaming in rage as she does so. How dare this excuse of a children mascot destory one of her babies?! Doesn't he know that he's not supposed to do something like this?!

It isn't until she's fully sure the guy is down is when she processes what happened. She feels dread creeping up to her. How was she going to explain this to her other two children?

She grabs the mask that her sweet boy wore and brings it back to the room. Which she now has to explain what happened and makes the promise that he will be fine. He has to be fine... Gwen cries that night and prays that he will be and her promise will come true.

You know how cruel Fazbear Entertainment can be.

Gwen was put back into storage and she never sees her children again.

When Gwen was put into another location, she's shocked yet excited to find both Fredbear and Mariette there.

She immediately seeks their comfort but...

It isn't them anymore.

Fredbear and Mariette are long gone by this point.

Cassidy, Evan, and Charlie are what she's greeted.

They don't know who Gwen is. Gwen can only recognize the shells of her former loved ones.

They also have to tell her that Spring had been possessed as well and is also long gone qith no hope of saving him. (Which, is like kicking a puppy. Gwen is the puppy and the information is the kick.)

Desperate to not be left alone once more, she follows them around and makes herself useful the best she can. She helps with trying to take down Springtrap.

The games continue and when the Fire during Pizza Sim occurs, Gwen thinks she can finally rest.....

Ofc that's not what ends up happening and next thing you know, Gwen is in a big and colorful building.

When she woke up here, she overheated and had to be turned off in order to protect anything from melting or damaging herself.

After processing whats happening, she realizes that she has to pretend like nothing happened....

So Gwen does what's expected of her.

She acted as if she was a normal and underdeveloped ai, She pretended like she wasn't there.

She pretended that she wasn't alive.

The Glamrocks try their best to make her 'wake up' but Gwen is stubborn and keeps doing the bare minimum and what's expected of her. She didn't want to even be there.

She just wants to go home.

.......

But her home is long gone.

Her friends are long gone.

Her Lover is long gone.

Gwen can't even fathom a reason for her to stay online.

But she has to at this point.

She has to prove herself useful.

As to not be moved again.

She knows she has to keep up this charade for her own safety.

Why would they attack a mindless bot anyway? They have no reason to.

....

Now why is there a child here after hours?

.......

And THAT is who Gwendolyn Sophia Goldilocks is.

Thank you for reading my little rant about my silly traumatized girl ^^!

[lostonehero]

More vampires but a different au

Henry remembers a lot. He can recall how he first turned and didn't realize it until it was a sunny day in Britain. He recalls when he first met William after he was placed in his first apartment for school. He recalls when he got the idea for fazebear with William. He cherished the memory when his daughter was born.

He had banished the memory when he found out Charlie wasn't his, but it didn't matter he was still her father. He anguished the memory of her death. He knows he lashed out at William when he confessed he was to blame. He remembers turning William in his rage.

He recalls when he realized William didn't kill Charlie, and who really did. He learned how to do makeup up to mimic himself aging. He recalls when they faked William's death, so Clara couldn't frame him. He shook his head of the memories.

Henry sighed as he looked down at the application in front of him. They were going to release them and finally get rid of her once and for all. "I don't feel comfortable using a random body as bait, even if they have an escape."

William leaned back in his chair. "Henry, I offered to be the guard."

"And I couldn't get you fake papers in order for it to work. I have to play a helpless old man owner." Henry sighs, spreading the single application on his desk. "I don't even think this man is a real person."

"What makes you say that?" William sits up sarcasm laced his tone. "Was it the name Eggs Benedict, or the fact every picture of him has a mask, and it says he worked for Circus Baby's."

"William, that's enough." Henry sighs. "I still have to interview him."

"If he even shows up." William scoffs tossing Henry a blood bag. "Fix your makeup, and you need to redye your roots."

"I know. I know I'll do that by tomorrow night when the interview is." Henry huffs. "I want you hidden so you can listen in."

"Always for you." William smiles.

.....

Henry sat at the diner booth cane by his side, and this anorexic looking man who covered every part of skin on his body and had a smiling bear mask on his face sat in front of him. He had a faint smell of rot and industrial cleaners, and... leather?" He took a breath. "So you must be eggs..."

The man nods. "I hope I'm not too late for the position." His voice has a familiar British accent he couldn't place, and a raspyness like this man hasn't drank anything in 20 years.

"It says here you have worked for us before? Tell me about that." Henry is trying to figure out why the voice was familiar to him.

The man shifted, messing with his gloves. "It was a long time ago. I don't recall much." It was an obvious lie, and even with the mask, he looked uncomfortable as he placed a hand on his stomach.

Something clicked in Henry's mind, and before he could filter his thoughts before he spoke, he blurted something out. "Micheal?"

The man shifted uncomfortably. "I didn't think you could recognize me...." He looks away, pulling his hood over the mask.

Henry pauses he didn't think that he was actually correct, but it made sense. He hasn't seen the boy since that evil witch took him away after William faked his death when Micheal was thirteen. He knows the incident with fredbear and Evan as well, so why would he want this job? He worked at Circus Baby's, too? He sighs. "Micheal, why are you here?"

"I want to end this." Micheal's voice is quiet and tired. "I'm tired of this."

Henry shut his eyes and nodded. "I understand. Are you certain you want to go through with this? There will be an exit for you."

"I don't want it." Micheal pauses. "I don't deserve an exit. Could you tell me one thing, who's that man in the corner? He's been watching us the entire time."

Henry pauses and motions for him to come over. "You don't recognize him?"

Micheal pauses as the man gets closer. "Father...?"

William stops staring at this man. He, of course, couldn't see any identifying features but his voice. He never did get rid of his accent. "Micheal?"

Micheal nods. "You faked your death. I don't really blame you. You look quite well for your age, I can't say the same for myself." It doesn't quite click for Micheal that his father shouldn't look like he's in his early 30s.

"I'm sure you look..." William tries to reach out to take off Micheal's mask. Micheal grabs his hand and pushes it away.

"I don't enjoy taking it off in a public place." Micheal gets up. "I will see you at the new building tomorrow night to start."

"W-wait." Henry pulls his attention. "Come back with us. We can talk in a more private setting." He can see Micheal hesitate but nod. "Follow us to our home, I'm sure you drove here yourself."

.....

Henry can observe a few things he didn't pick up in the diner. Micheal was taller than William, he looks well past anorexic into on the verge of death skinny. His belt was custom-made to go way tighter than it should ever go. The major glaring issue is that Henry couldn't hear a heartbeat.

Micheal shifted nervously on the couch before reaching for his mask. "Just don't scream, ok."

"We won't scream, Micheal. We all have our scars." William leans over the couch Henry was sitting at.

Micheal pulls off the mask. His face was a dark purple his right cheek was gone exposing his teeth. He still had one white out eye. The other was an empty socket with a purple glow coming from inside. The other side of his mouth had stitching to make it look like he was grinning. He didn't have his long brown hair anymore, just splotches of exposed skull and stretch leather purple skin. He places his mask in his lap, turning away. "The job at Circus Baby's didn't go well."

Henry had a look of horror on his face, but it didn't compare to the look of rage on William's face. "W-who did that to you?"

"They did, I was scooped. The anomaly almagmatiom of ennard used my body as a skin suit to leave Baby's." Micheal crosses his arms. "I should be dead. I can't eat, sleep, drink, or do anything but keep going. I want this to end."

William shuts his eyes and takes a breath. He takes a moment and bites his thumb as a guise of worry and walks towards his son. This was a hellmary attempt, a shot in the dark, but he had to try. The black blood bubbled to the surface as he wiped Micheal's gaping wound, showing off his jaw and used the bloody thumb to wipe his wound as a show of comfort. "My poor little fox." He pulls his hand away, knowing he at least got his gums. "Can you stay here before your first shift? I've missed you."

Micheal, if he could cry, he would. Nobody has tried to comfort him, let alone touch his face since it rotted. "Y-yes, I would like that." He stands up and hugs his father. "Ah, don't worry, I'll keep busy while you sleep. I don't sleep so I will take care of all the chores and everything."

Henry frowns. "Micheal, you don't have to.."

Micheal shakes his head. "Uncle Henry, you're in your 70s, and I know you can't do much as you used to, and same to you, father, let me help, please."

William but his lip, Micheal had no idea, and this was not a good time to tell him. He took a breath. "You're allowed to help Micheal. Thank you for caring for us."

Henry looked like he was going to argue when William helped him off the couch to their bedroom. "William?"

"Henry let him have this." William responds quietly up the stairs. "I did what you Americans would call a hellmary. I don't know if it would even work."

"William, what did you do? Your son has been through enough." Henry huffs as he sits in his bed.

"I may have given him some of my blood." William waves his hand. "Listen, it's a stretch, but if it works, it's better than how he is now."

Henry pauses. "He doesn't know about us." He sighs. "Help me remove this makeup. If it works, we have to be open and honest."

"Absolutely." William takes out the makeup remover and enough to get off the silicone wrinkles. "I'll do my best not to get your beard."

"We both know that's impossible. I can't imagine the hell that boy has been through." Henry frowns. "We have to help him."

"I know that he's my boy. I will do anything to help him, anything he asks." William sighs. "We should tell him to keep the black out curtains shut."

"He will keep them shut." Henry smiles then grimaces. "William, careful I don't need you to accidently remove my eyebrow again."

"It was one time, Henry." William huffs.

......

Micheal frowns as he zips up his chest cavity. He emptied everything from it. He had never had the urge to remove what he kept in there, but it suddenly took over him. He shakes his head and scratches at his cheek. He also hasn't had feelings on his rotten flesh since it happened, but now he was itchy. He really didn't know what this meant, but he got the cleaning done.

He sat on the couch, staring at the closed curtains. He wondered when and why his uncle wanted these privacy curtains. He knew his uncle had a sensitivity to sunlight and always covered up when he was outside or wore heavy amounts of sunblock even in the winter. He never understood it, but he knew a multitude of skin conditions existed, and he was probably very unlucky.

He forces his hand away from his face. He didn't want to peal the rest of the skin off his face. He frowns, pulling out a photo from his wallet. It was a picture of him and Jeremy in front of their first and last apartment. Their last conversation before the scooping incident was a fight about how he shouldn't go there and work. He was right.

He knew Jeremy got injured really badly working at a different fazebear location at night, but he never had the confidence to ever see him again. He was a monster, and Jeremy probably hated him for vanishing.

Micheal curls up on the couch with the feeling of exhaustion. Maybe he was finally going to die. It would be worth it. He got to see his father and uncle again. He wished he could have apologized to Jeremy, though. He really missed him. The first and last person he ever truly loved. He stared at the photo before he finally shut his eyes.

.......

Micheal woke up, which in itself was odd. He hasn't been able to sleep in over 30 years. He blinks and rubs his face, and he feels his hands on his face. He swallows, actually swallows, and feels that as well. He nervously pulls off his gloves and degloves the purple flesh on his hands, revealing pale hands.

He stared at his hands in awe. He shakes his head and runs to the bathroom. He starts to remove his many layers of clothes. Purple rotten flesh comes off in chunks, and his pants are tight, and he had to fight to pull them off. More rotten flesh comes off to reveal the pale flesh underneath. He touched his face again, and his nose was back.

He turns on the shower, and he hasn't been able to shower without the risk of mold in decades, let alone feel the warm water. He jumps in like a giddy toddler, excited for bathtime.

He wasn't so happy when all the purple rot that came off clogged the drain. He had his tools, however, so he easily cleaned and fixed it. He finally got the courage to look at himself in the mirror. Blue eyes stared back at him. He had scars at the corners of his mouth, but it was scars not rotting flesh. He had hair too it was short like a buzz cut, but it was hair actual hair, not a wig he got trying to pretend he was normal. His zipper was now a massive scar, but there wasn't a zipper to his empty chest cavity. He even had his dick back.

Micheal smiles, this had to be a dream before he finally died, even so it was amazing. He put his clothes back on, throwing the belt in with the rotten leather flesh. He stretched and cracked his back without fear of tearing his stitches. He sighs, taking his mess into a trash can and tying off the bag.

Micheal pauses hearing movement behind him. He turns to face the movement, and something is stuffed into his mouth. He goes to yell and spit it out, but it popped filling his mouth with a golden nectar of the best thing he has ever tasted. He drained the bag and growled when it was ripped from his mouth.

"Eating plastic isn't good for your health." The voice, it belonged to his father.

Micheal stares at him. "Father, i... uh.."

"You were the one to like horror Micheal, what doesn't age and drink blood?" William raises his brow and smiles as Micheal's mind catches up with him.

"I'm not dead?" Micheal mumbles. Tears were threatening to spill as his lip quivers. "I- you did this." He drops the trash bag and pulls William into a backbreaking hug. "Thank you father, thank you so much."

William gasps. "M-Micheal relax." He pushed away, rubbing his back. "Now you can't go out during the day without copious amounts of sunblock or cover up entirely. You also have to drink blood now."

Micheal stands up straight, looming over his father with his height alone. "Father, I haven't been able to face the public in over 30 years. I don't care what the new rules are. I'm not a rotting corpse anymore."

......

"Hey, how long would it take you to get back to Hurricane?" Henry hums as he holds his phone to his ear.

"Uh..... why?" The voice on the other line responds.

"So I think I can help you with your search." Henry smiles.

"You do realize I'm already in your driveway." The voice laughs. "It's my bite anniversary. I come here every year for that. Did you forget?"

Henry pauses. "Right, it's been a crazy three days."

"Oh yeah, your plan and the new hire. I'm guessing it went through. Hope everything goes well. I'm going to hang up and just come through the front door." The line clicks before Henry can stop him.

"How are the two blood daddies doing." The blonde man pushes his sunglasses into his hair and smirks.

"I abhor, that name Jeremy." William scowls.

"Jeremy?" Micheal pops up from behind the couch.

Jeremy pauses. "...Micheal?"

"Ah, right, I forgot you two went to high school together. Micheal, Jeremy, was turned after his head injury. we could never find out who did it, but we assume it was one of his nurses who pitied him." William stops watching Jeremy leap over the couch, tackling Micheal to the floor.

"You fucking asshole. Where the fuck have you been?" Jeremy can feel tears prick his eyes.

Micheal stares up at him. "Rotting mostly. I uh got scooped at Baby's. Father turned me two nights ago. It's really weird having non purple flesh." He bites his lip. "I'm sorry you were right."

Jeremy's eyes widen. "YOU WERE JUST TURNED?!"

"Y-yes?" Micheal stutters. "You were right. I should have never gone to that job."

Jeremy pulls Micheal into a kiss. "Fuck that I'm sorry. I should have never pushed you away." He pulls Micheal into a hug. He can feel the other man stiffen. "Are you ok?"

"I've haven't had much of any human contact in 30 years." Micheal was crying overwhelmed with the hug by itself.

"Hey hey its okay." Jeremy sighs. "Why did you cut your hair short?"

"I-i didn't. It fell out in clumps after I was a walking corpse." He hiccups and cries.

Jeremy shuts his eyes. Wrong question. He hadn't seen Micheal in decades, and the man looked so broken and scared. He just pulls him into a hug. "I won't make you run again. I'm sorry."

.....

Jeremy watched Micheal go around the house like a robot. He was methodical cleaning everything that was already spotless. He acted as if Henry and his own father weren't there like he was just a background machine working. Their conversation was short and curt, and he didn't even think Micheal understood that was rude.

Jeremy moves next to Henry. "Has he been like the entire time?"

Henry nods. "Getting him to talk is like pulling teeth from a toddler." He sighs. "He's broken, and I don't know how to fix him."

William was trying to get Micheal's attention. "Micheal, would you like to head out and get new clothes?"

"No, sir, I don't want to scare the children." Micheal smiles like a machine programed to do their job. "I will have this don't shortly."

William covers his face. "Micheal, you don't have to keep cleaning."

Micheal walked around him and started on the next part of the room.

William knew the clear signs of abuse, and Micheal didn't have the marks, but he sure did have the attitude of a broken man. He doesn't know what has transpired in the last 30 years for his son, but it wasn't good. He looks to Jeremy. "Go take him somewhere. Please, he won't listen to me."

Jeremy nods. "Of course." He gets up and tries to corner Micheal to grab him and promptly gets kicked in the stomach.

"No!" Micheal growls eyes lighting up blue and purple. "I am not a toy." His expression changes in an instant, and he smiles. "My apologies, Jeremy. I didn't realize it was you."

Jeremy groans, clutching his stomach. "It's ok, Mike."

"Let me finish this, and we can talk." Micheal steps over him, fixing the rest of the living room. He freezes and sinks to his knees. "Fuck... I'm sorry...." He hugs his knees and falls to his side.

Jeremy gets up and runs over to him. "Micheal, I'm fine see look not even a bruise."

"I still hurt you." Micheal covers his face. "The last 30 years haven't been good." He no longer sounded robotic but broken. "I was first taken to a freak show, and well, I was an attraction tied to the bars for years. I had to retrain myself to talk after I got scooped. Then, a wealthy family bought me to be their slave. What could I do? I was dead." He shakes hugging his knees. "I escaped a month ago and saw this job, and I just wanted an end. I don't deserve that either. I killed my little brother because all I wanted was attention, and for the crying to stop. I'm just a selfish freak."

William and Henry share a horrified look.

Jeremy sighs and sits next to Micheal. He places his hand on Micheal's back. "You've suffered enough, Micheal."

"No, I haven't." Micheal curls up tighter.

......

Micheal sat awkwardly in his seat, rebuttoning his uniform as Jeremy stared at him. "I uh you didn't have to come with me here."

Jeremy smiles. "Someone's got to teach you the basics of vampirism." He watches Micheal shrug and adjust his security hat.

"Father can teach me. You have your own life." Micheal frowns. "You've moved on, and I'm just stuck in the past."

Jeremy didn't want to burst Micheal's bubble. To be honest, he never did get over Micheal he loved the man, and even after his injury, he kept looking for him. Mr. Emily was helpful in getting him set up, and Mr. Afton enjoyed the stories about him and his son. They became a second family to him, but something was missing, and he knew that was Micheal. "Eh, don't beat yourself up. We're both relics at this point."

Micheal smiled softly. "I mean, we're not that old."

"Tell that to the youth of this era." Jeremy chuckles.

"Oh hush." Micheal smiles a bit wider, showing off his new fangs.

.......

[ungodly-amounts-of-godly-trauma]

yeah srry i had a moment also post it i need to tag a mutual and explain my batshit insanity to everyone

shoutout to this anon everyone. putting it under the cut bc its kind of long

OK so I'm gonna give the whole story since its easier:

back in the days of Fredbears Family Diner Jack worked as a nightgaurd and died in a springlock accident (I dont remember specifics of how-) but then The Real Fredbear told Jack he'd revive him as an undying corpse if he promised to save the kids that were being killed, now this is a HEFTY promise to make considering the basis of this fucking game is fnaf (which means lotta dead kiddin's) and thats already a fucking burden to carry on its own but the 2 main sides/routes (for the 1st 2 games the 3rd has more to it which ill explain whn i get there) you can take worsen it no matter what.

1: side with Dave (kill kids w/ him) you're breaking a serious promise and betraying a godly figure for starters, but even with that sure it might be fun and games for the first 2 games but you're still burdened by abandoning your promise and having to even fight The Real Fredbear in the 2nd game and then he kinda fucks with you emotionally so that's..yeah

2: do as you promised (save the kids) it's useless, no matter how many times you save children more will be killed at a rate which makes saving them feel impossible, it's an empty victory, you're unable to truely stop the killer and are forced to be in a cycle of false empty victory against a man who's truely just blinded by lies told by his long gone former friend, even if you could stop him; there's a bigger evil just outside your reach that wont leave you alone

ok so thats that for dsaf 1 and 2 there is much more in terms of routes and endings but listen a lot of them do boil down to haha funny shitpost game cuz...well they are- so lets hop over to dsaf 3 where the shitposting dies down and the trauma rises up

ok listen homie its an hour later and i realize my memory loss removed most of my dsaf 3 knowledge but listen to tldr it it's the psychological damage overtime of the promise by a fuckin' bear deity ok thats what im getting at do you get it everything wrong was partially caused by The Real Fredbear OR Henry Miller- ok so Henry Miller doesnt take on a...godly? demonically?...prisoner of the voidly??? presence until his death but that's still long enough to fuck ppl over, an entity fused with the void itself who's hurt and killed and made others hurt and kill for his own sadistic amusement and just- oh god- oh god poll runner? POLL RUNNER I HAD A REALIZATION OH FUCK OH FUCK ITS RELIGIOUS UNDERTONES HEAVEN VS HELL GOD VS SATAN GOOD VS EVIL POLL RUNNER IM FUCKING CRYIG IM FCRYING IM CRYING OH GOD NO OH GOD KILL ME THE REAL FREDBEAR IS THE GOOD HENRY MILLER IS THE BAD AND THE NEUTRALITY BETWEEN IT ALL HAS TO PICK A SIDE OH GOD POLL RUNNER I THINK I REALIZED SOMETHING WHERE DID HAHA FUNNY SHITPOST GAME GO MY BRAIN JUST

im sorry

[trashyswitch]

The Testing Period

William and Henry are testing the brand new animatronic suits for ability to work without people inside, and the ability to work WITH people inside. However, a small little mistake winds up with William getting stuck in the Fredbear suit, and Henry taking advantage of the situation.

This fanfic is for @kennabelee and @ashleedragon. They told me to upload this fanfic and not wait, hence why I've uploaded two fanfics today.

“Alright. Let’s try this animatronic out.” William turned on the animatronic and watched the eyes open. “Hello Fred.”

The animatronic looked at William curiously.

“I’m William.” he introduced, holding out his hand for a hand shake.

The animatronic looked down at the hand...and placed his hand into William’s.

“Good, good! That’s great, buddy!” William shook it and put his other hand on Freddy’s.

“Now can you move your ears?” William asked.

Freddy tilted his head and made the ears move up and down.

“Good job Fredbear!” William smiled.

“Lastly, can you follow my hand?” William asked. He raised his hand up, and started waving it around very slowly. The animatronic’s eyes followed the hand left and right, and down.

“Wonderful!” William declared happily. “Good job, Henry! It’s amazing!” William reacted.

“Thank you William! And I added a few new commands and reactions for him.” Henry walked up to Fredbear. “You squeak his nose to not only get a squeak out of it…” Henry squeaked the nose twice. Suddenly, the outer plate on Fredbear opened up to reveal the inside! “It opens him up to reveal the springlock suit!” Henry declared. “This is the entrance to get into the suit.”

“Ooooh! That’s cool!” William reacted.

“Now get in him.” Henry ordered softly.

William nodded, and used the button to tighten the springlocks back. Then, he climbed into the springlock suit with no issue. “Now...Is this safe?” William asked.

“Yup! I tested it myself many times. It’s pretty safe.” Henry replied.

“I’m just asking because...it feels snug and I wouldn’t want the springlocks to loosen while I wear this.” William told him.

“I know that. Here, I’ll prove it’s fine:” Henry walked up to William and started skittering his fingers on William’s exposed sides.

“WHOHOhoa! Hehehenry quit that!” William ordered.

“But I’m proving that it’s safe!” Henry reacted, resuming his ticklish fingers.

“Yohohou’re NAHAHAT PROHOHOVING SHIHIHIHIT!” William yelled back, throwing his maskless head back.

Henry stopped tickling and smiled. “There! I proved it! You haven’t gotten stuck in it.” Henry told him.

“All you proved was how stupid ticklish I am.” William spat.

“Awww, does de baby not wike de tickles?” Henry teased.

“Asshole.” William shot back.

“Oooooh! Calling me names now? AND swearing?! You just earned yourself some more vulnerability tickles.” Henry started tickling his ribs this time! He squeezed, dug, and scratched all over the thin ribs of William.

“WAHAIT- BAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE PLEHEHEHEASE!” William pleaded.

“Are you gonna stop swearing? We do own a child friendly diner now. You kinda have to keep the swearing to a minimum now.” Henry warned.

“HEHEHEHELL NAHAHAHAH!” William spat back. “NEHEHEHEVEHERHRHR!”

“Awwww, such a shame.” Henry moved his hands down a little and lifted William’s shirt up. William tried to push Henry away, but he was so limited in his movements. The suit was built for Henry, who was a little smaller than him. So it was quite a bit more snug, and therefore harder to move his limbs.

“HEHEHENRYYYYYYY!” William shouted.

“Geez, calm down! I’m right here!” Henry reacted. “Is it really that bad? Or are you just being your usually overdramatic self?” Henry teased.

“Shuhuhuhuhut uhuhup!” William ordered.

“I’ll shut up when you get your big body out of this little thing.” Henry decided. “Then we can negotiate the stopping of the talking.” Henry teased.

“BUhuhuhut Ihihihi’m STUHUHUCK! Yohohou’re sohoho smahahahall!” William whined.

“Oh waaaaah, such a shaaaaaame!” Henry teased. “Just wiggle your ass around! You’ll get out eventually!” Henry told him. “But till then~”

Henry moved his fingers up to the open armpits and started skittering all over the underarms. William squealed in surprise, and threw his masked head back. “BAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOU FUCKIHING AHAHAHASSHOHOHOLE!” William yelled at him.

“Your swearing is only gonna earn you more tickle tickles, Will…” Henry told him. “Now what’s this button? I don’t remember installing this.” He lifted up William’s shirt and started poking at William’s belly button.

“DON’T YOU DARE! HENRY THAT’S MY BEHEHELLY BUHUTTOHOHOHON! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” William laughed and cackled wildly.

“Look at you shaking your booty! Not bad for a man with a 20 year dance break!” Henry teased.

“WHAHAHAT AHABOHOHOUT HIHIHIGH SCHOHOHOL!?” William yelled back.

“Oh yeah...Fine. I guess shaking butts in high school dances counts too.” Henry decided. Henry smiled and chuckled. “Just wait till I tell Michael about what a ‘great’ dancer you were.” Henry teased.

“DOHOHON’T YOHOU DARE TELL MICHAEL! You so much as say 1 syllable about it, I will tickle you in ways that haven’t even been invented yet!” William shot back.

Henry had a good laugh out of that one. “Oh really?! And how will you know what has and has not been invented yet by the millions of generations of mothers?” Henry teased.

William growled and tried to pull his foot out of the small suit. But no such movements could be made! Oh shit...What if he WAS stuck?!

“Uhuh...Hehenry? Cahahan yohohou stohohop for ahahaha sehehec?” He asked.

Henry nodded and stopped tickling him. “What’s wrong, Will?”

Ihihi...Ihi’m actually stuck...I can’t get out!” William complained.

“Wait seriously?!” Henry asked. Henry tried pulling on William’s arm, but it refused to budge. “Oh...well ain’t this gonna be a problem…”

William whined in annoyance. “Damn you and your fucking tiny ass!”

Henry laughed again. Damn Will and his hilarious tone! It’s too funny to ignore! It always is!

Henry looked at William’s stuck body and smiled. “I’m gonna call someone to help get you out.”

Henry got up, called a mechanical guy and got off the phone. “We’re gonna get someone to try and get you out, before we even consider calling 911.” Henry told him.

William smiled. “Thanks Henry. Now, can you please remove the mask on my head? I’m kinda suffocating.” William asked.

Henry nodded and grabbed a stool. “Sure! Just give me a sec.”

Henry climbed up onto the step stool and removed the big mask off William’s head. “There you go. Breathe, my animatronic. Feel the world’s cool oxygen…” Henry said softly, before laughing at his own joke.

“Or the oxygen from the dusty ventilator.” William muttered out loud. “Although, the breath does feel nice. And so does the tallness! I feel like Andre the Giant!” William declared, referencing the wrestler.

“Haha, yeah, you enjoy that till you’re out. Cause you’re not climbing into my suit ever again, Mr. Thick.” Henry joked, squishing hsi belly.

“aAAH- Henry, don’t even try!” He warned. “Henry...Henry no...You know better than to tickle me like this!” William warned further.

“Oh do I now?” Henry teased.

“Well, I hope!” William shot back.

“Oh you hope!” He reacted. Then, he smirked and squished his belly more. “How’s hope treating you now?”

William shrieked and bursted out laughing. “OHOHOHOHO! LIHIHIKE AHAHA DIHIHICK!” William shot back.

“Well, a dick would be better than hope at this point…” Henry muttered.

“WAHAHAIT, WHAHAHAT?!” William shouted.

“What?” Henry muttered out loud. “Nothing.”

William raised an eyebrow. What in the hell did he just say?!

William’s thought process was interrupted by a slightly dull thing poking him in the button.

“Wahahahait, Whahahat’s thahahat?” William asked, wiggling around as he felt something poking him.

“Oh nothing...Just a pencil.” Henry replied.

A PENCIL!? Why a PENCIL?!

As Henry’s footsteps started to fill the room, a nervous William started to sense trouble was abrew...

“Uuhhuhuhuhuh...Hehehehenryhyhyhy...Ihihi knohohow what you’re doing!”

Henry’s footsteps stopped...William tried to look down, but the suit’s chest was HUGE. He couldn’t even SEE Henry! This made William even more nervous. The only thing he could hear now, was the air of the ventilator...that was it.

Another few pokes jabbed lightly at Will’s sensitive button. But this time, it was warm and thicker. It felt like a finger.

“Tickle tickle!” Henry teased, pulling his hand back and forth from pressing the button to leaving the button alone.

“Stahahap!” William begged. “Thihihis ihihis rihihidihiculohohous!” William tried to tell him.

“Oh? Ridiculous?” Henry smirked and took a deep breath.

OH NO NOT THOSE THINGS-

PPPPHHHHBBBBPPPPBBBBPPBBPPPPPT!

William SCREAMED like a little toddler and laughed like a mad Joker.

Henry giggled at the laughter and changed his voice to an impression of Joker. “Wooow! You have a great joker impression, sir! I could use you for millions of things! Would $100 of stolen money be enough, BATMAN?” Henry teased.

William was laughing really hard at this point.

“YOHOHOHOU’RE REHEHEALLY GOHOHOHOOD AHAHAT THAHAHAT!” William admitted.

Henry changed his voice back to normal and smiled proudly. “Thanks Will!” Henry replied.

“NOHOHO PROHOHOHOBLEHEHEM!”

Henry skittered his fingers on William’s belly and tickled the tummy surrounding his belly button. For the middle, he would occasionally twirl his middle finger or his thumb inside the belly button to get the squeals and heavy laughter from William. With the stomach, William would laugh, but it wasn’t nearly as strong as the little hole that lived in the middle of his belly.

Henry smiled and blew yet another raspberry onto William’s belly.

“PFFFBBAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOHOU’RE SOHOHOHO GOHOHONNA GEHEHET IHIHIT!” William warned.

“Ohhh yeah, we’ll see how much you’ll get me with so little energy left over.” Henry teased.

“YOHOHOU’LL SEHEHEHE, EHEHEVIL GREHEHEMLIHIHIHIN!” William shot back.

“GREMLIN?!” Henry stopped tickling. “Excuse me?!”

“Hobbit!” William added. “Widdle DWARF!”

“You call me those things again…” Henry started cracking his knuckles.

“Ankle-biter! Gnome! Freaking GANDHI!”

“Oh that’s it.”

Henry grabbed onto William’s exposed middle and blew a big raspberry onto his belly and abs. William screamed and laughed so loud, it was bouncing through the pizzeria! It was the greatest thing to be bouncing through the walls of the pizzeria.

“Uuuh...Hello?” Someone called.

Henry jumped in place and quickly stopped tickling. “Oh! Sorry Mike! I was just-...taking advantage…” Henry admitted.

Wait...did he just say MICHAEL!?

“Michael?!” He quickly lifted his head up. “You called Michael!?”

“Well, yeah! He’s really good with parts! With his help, we can both get you out.” Henry told him.

William whined and growled. Why Michael...Why Michael of all people?! Henry was so annoying!

“Alright.” Michael walked up and started undoing bolts. “Hey Dad.” He greeted.

“Michael…P-Please don’t try anything…” He begged.

“You mean like this?” Michael poked his side.

“Ye-GAHAhaha! Yes! Like that!” William spat at him in anger.

“Ooooh! Giving me attitude now?” Michael reacted. “Wooow...And I came to save you.”

“Please just...get me out of here. And no more pokes!” William warned.

“Oh? Like this?” Michael poked his belly button.

“Mich-AHAHAHAHAHA! Henry! Make him stop!”

Henry giggled and walked up to Michael. “I was actually having a grand ol’ time. Wanna join me?

All it took was the sound of knuckles cracking, to know that Michael was in on it.

So William winded up being pulled out a good hour later than they expected. Was William complaining?

Well...not really.

[krattgirl124]

Core Activated Chapter 8

“Mom? Moooom!” Chris was in a pitch-black room, his head pooling out blood from where the bear bit him. He heard his mother’s voice, but where is she? Through the darkness, there was a faint glowing figure.

“Mom!!” The child yelled happily, running towards the glow, “It’s been so long! I missed you!”

He skids to a halt when he saw the identity of the glowing figure. The silver teeth, the red-eye, and the yellow eye. It wasn’t his mother, it was his aunt, whom his child mind had tried to block out so many years ago.

“Awww Chris, you’ve missed me?” A tendril wrapped around Chris, preventing him from running away, “We’ve only hung out for a few days when you were really little. I’m surprised you remember me, look at how much you’ve grown.”

Chris opened his mouth to scream, but the tendril coiled around his mouth, muffling all noise.

“Hush you, didn’t your mother teach you to be polite to relatives? Oh wait, she wasn’t able to.” She cackled and Chris watched in horror as one of her arms molded into a bulky black animatronic arm with large claws on each of her fingers.

“You know. I'm surprised you still call out to your father every night. After all, he broke his promise.” Willow laughed as the rest of her started to change into a black bear with sharp teeth and claws.

“I will never break my promise, Belle. Never ever. Uch so sickening.” Willow mimicked. The tendril let Chris go as Willow picked him up by the head, “He continues to promise that he’ll protect you, but I’ve already taken most of his beloved family away.”

Chris thrashes and squirmed in Willow’s grip, crying loudly. He felt himself getting lowered into something, he kicked and thrashed around more.

“STOP SQUIRMING YOU BRAT!” Willow threw him down, growling.

Blinking the tears away, Chris saw that he was in a Fredbear suit, tendrils from inside the suit coiled around his arms and forced them into the arms of the suit. Willow, in her black Nightmare bear form, knelt down and picked up a Fredbear Head.

“Wasn’t this bear your friend?” She taunted, “Wasn’t he supposed to protect you? Well, now he can.” She raised the head high before slamming it onto Chris’s skull. He shrieked loudly in pain as his head pounded in agony, it felt like something was peeling his skin off and replacing it with the suit. He jerked around the suit following his every movement. Willow watched in amusement, she had fully turned into a black, nightmare bear with red eyes that glowed.

“L-let me go,” Chris begged. Willow laughed.

“Let you go? And what would be the fun in that?” Chris started to struggle more. The more he moved the Fredbear suit moved along with him. Chris screamed in agony as the suits screws and wires dug into his flesh

“MAMMA!” Chris screamed.

“Aww. Crying for your dead mother? How pathetic.” Willow sneered. Soon Chris's entire body was a golden Freddy suit.

“W-what did you do to me?”

“I reunited you with your friend of course.”

“I wanna go home. I want my mommy!” Chris wailed his voice sounding more like Fredbear’s than his own.

“You want to go home alone and cry?” Willow growled.

In the hospital, William could only watch in horror as Chris’ heartbeat started to rise at an alarming rate, 72 bpm…...100 bpm…...150……...then a flat line. William could feel his heart split into two as the realization hit him, first it was Elizabeth, now Chris was gone…..he was losing his family one by one. Tears stung his eyes and he quickly wiped his tears away so Michael wouldn’t see them. Michael….he was the one responsible for Chris’ death….he needed to pay for his actions.

“Dad ...?” He heard his eldest son’s voice from behind him, “What are we going to do now ...?”

Without hesitation, William slapped his son across the face. Michael fell backward in shock and held his hand against his face, the slap from before was still hurting and now this just added more pain to it. He noticed a glow in his father’s eyes, a glow that he only saw in Willow’s eyes ...when she took his mother away from them.

“This is your fault, Michael, your brother would still be with us if it wasn’t for you!” William yelled, storming out of the hospital room, getting into his car, and driving to Fredbear’s. There were a couple of teens still inside, and they threw Charlie out, cackling before slamming the doors shut.

William parked his car by Charlie, she was staring into the building through the window. The puppet box had two large boxes on top of it, preventing the puppet inside from getting out. Seeing her face through the reflection of the window made something inside William snap, he could only see Willow’s face. She was right there...he was right there to take his revenge.

He covered Charlie’s mouth and dragged her back, she let out a muffled scream and looked up at William in confusion. The glow in his eyes grew brighter and it started to rain heavily, perfect...it could easily rinse off the blood. He pulled out his pocket knife and held it to her throat, listening to her muffled scream. Soon the blade was dragged across her throat, slitting it. The blood pooled out of Charlie’s neck and she made no sound as William dropped her body and drove off.

The puppet inside burst free from its box and floated out of the diner, the rain immediately messing with its circuits. There was a girl with a green wristband that it needed to save. It collapsed and dragged itself as the rain destroyed it. When it finally got to Charlie, it collapsed with one arm wrapped around her.

“Charlie?” Henry called out, walking out of the diner and into the pouring rain. He checked the side of the building and his jaw dropped in shock. The puppet was laying next to his daughter, his dead daughter. The culprit of her murder only left a trail of tire tracks.

“Charlie...no...not you.” Henry gently moved the puppet’s arm off and picked up his daughter. Warm tears fell down his face, “NO!!!” He yelled in sorrow, before completely breaking down into sobbing.

Later that night, Henry was in his office, alone, working on another endoskeleton. But this one was going to be different, instead of a hand, it had a long sharp blade. It had one purpose, and one purpose only. He powered on the endoskeleton and stood up.

The endoskeleton sprung to life, its eyes darting from everything in the room until it locked into Henry. Limping towards him, the endoskeleton pulled its blade back before plunging it into his heart. Henry flinched but didn’t do anything to stop it, his breathing became shaky and he felt his own heart stop. The endoskeleton locked eyes before pulling its blade back and deactivated.

A small smile spread onto Henry’s face as he collapsed, his eyes dull with no more signs of life.

In the dark abandoned walls of Circus Baby’s Pizza World, one animatronic had sprung to live. Her once blue eyes had turned a bright green.

“H-hello? Daddy? Chris?” The animatronic said sheepishly, slowly trying to get up to her feet.

In another room, a porcelain bear with a blue bunny hand puppet has also sprung to life. His blue eyes scanned the empty room, the ears on the sides of his head lifting up as he heard the voice.

“Elizabeth?”

“Uncle Henry?”

“I-is that you?” she said. “Where are you?”

“In here,” he called. The door opened and. Circus Baby walked in. The porcelain bear animatronic blinked in confusion.

“Elizabeth?” he asked in disbelief.

“Uncle Henry?” Circus Baby squeaked. “What's going on? Why are you, Funtime Freddy? Did he get you to?”

“Get me? No. Why would you ask that?”

“Oh, well, Circus Baby got me and now I'm here,” she explained.

“I'm sorry,” he said feeling a little guilty about his suicide attempt. William had lost his wife and now his only girl. The only one who reminded William of Belle.

“What happened while I’ve been trapped down here…?” Circus Baby asked hesitantly.

“Well…...Chris got bit by Fredbear and he didn’t make it...then Charlie was killed, then I…..” Funtime Freddy glanced to the side, “built an animatronic to kill me. But now I’ve possessed Funtime Freddy.”

Circus Baby sat down by the porcelain bear and hugged him, sobbing softly, “I want to see my daddy again...I want to see my brothers again…..I’m scared….”

Funtime Freddy went to hug her back, using one arm since BonBon was giving him creepy stares.

“We’ll find a way out of here. We’ll find a way to be reunited with the rest of our families.” He murmured, patting her back.

“Uncle Henry…”

“Yeah?”

“Charlie always talked about how she rarely knew her mother and brother. Can you tell me about them?”

“If it will make you feel better.” Henry hesitantly said, “My wife, she was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. She was always supportive of the crazy things I was building. I had built our children little gadgets and gizmos to play with. Charlie had a twin brother named Sammy and he was such a mama’s boy.”

“Aww how cute.” Circus Baby said.

He nodded a little and continued with his story, “There was a big fight, then the divorce, the twins were barely a few years old. She took Sammy and moved to another city. You guys were like family to us. You, your brothers, your father, you had become more than just friends, you were our family. And since family has each other’s back, I’ll take care of you until we find a way out of this place.”

Circus Baby smiled and hugged him again, “Thank you, Uncle Henry.”

He patted her on the back, “You can call me Funtime Freddy while I’m like this, for simplicity’s sake.”

She just giggled a little at him, “Alright then, Funtime Freddy.”

[robbyrobinson]

Family Diner

(Alternate reality take on the series that may or may not have some invoking of the Old Gods.)

Working for Fazbear Entertainment was a thankless endeavor. A franchise dedicated to making the most in terms of children's entertainment. I remember when the establishment was struggling and was practically dead on arrival. I was assigned to work for a branch of the company called Fredbear's Family Diner, a family-oriented establishment. Business was down in comparison to their rivals and reviews further sunk the chances of parents taking their rowdy children to any of their branches.

But what kept it afloat was two men: Henry and one William Afton. Afton came off as being a crude replication of a man. He was of a sickly thin stature with his purple business suit barely clinging onto his body. His eyes were sunken in and possessed a yellow hue. When I somehow got wrapped up in his business, he shook my hand. He had the most skeletal, papery skin around his fingers. He smiled at me, but his smile was disconcerting as well. It was artificially made like a mask and seemingly rubbery in texture. His low husky voice did little to match up with his lips' movement.

"It is a pleasure to see that you have decided to join our goal."

I mustered up as much of a smile that I could, but I could not deny that I felt intimidated already. At least his business partner was more affable. He was leagues above Mr. Afton in terms of physical appearance. He had a healthy skin color, a peachy one, and a brown beard. He was already thinning on the top of his head that he often hid away with a top hat. He wore a blue business uniform and was more on the plump side of the spectrum then Afton could attest to.

"We are somewhat falling short of quality, I admit to that," Henry confesses, "but I will give it my best to make sure you do not regret working for us."

Henry showed me the ropes of the establishment while Afton tended to seclude himself in his room for the remainder of the day. Sometimes he would disappear in the middle of conversing with me, Henry, or any of his employees. Each time, he trudged to his office and slammed the door loudly as if not wanting anyone to become aware of what he was doing in secret. Sometimes I managed to catch a glimpse of some glowing, luminescent orbs floating without direction in his office before he slammed the door shut.

Before long, Henry introduced me to early iterations of the franchise's animatronics. Fredbear and Spring Bonnie to be exact. Long before the likes of Freddy Fazbear, Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy the Pirate, there were two animatronics. These animatronics were oddly high-tech for their time with the Spring Bonnie animatronic in particular also doubling as a suit. Despite them being technological marvels, they lacked a certain flair. They were devoid of personality or charm. Children were less likely to fawn over them as frankly they came off as being creepy robots. Naturally, they were, but some children could at least look past that issue and accept them as their friends. Henry noticed me looking at the two animatronics one early morning, understanding what I was thinking without me having to tell him.

"I know it isn't much, but kids will love them if you are willing to give them a chance."

A ludicrous proposal, but I did try to become more invested with the animatronics. But their hollow eyes and endoskeletons clouded any good feelings I may have had for the robots. I did feel somewhat bad for Henry, but I would not lie to myself that there was inherently nothing appealing about Fredbear or Spring Bonnie. The franchise was now verging on full scale closure and if it did not shape up, the business would be shut down and the employees would be without a job. Henry and Afton had to do something. Fast.

But my god if it did not come with a cost.

Time passed and at the beginning of the month, a child went missing. The authorities were notified of the disappearance and during our regular scheduling, they stormed the diner and went to speak with the owners. Henry was charitable as always and spoke calmly with the police. According to their discussion, it was an 8-year-old, porky boy who disappeared during the open hours of the establishment being seen with Spring Bonnie. I stood by listening to the conversation. At the corner of my eye, I caught Afton edging further away from the authorities and this time opening a door to the backroom of the diner and slamming it behind him.

An utter nightmare of a day that was, but I made the most of it and headed home only to return the next day. I had quite the shock; Spring Bonnie and Fredbear appeared livelier and more active. They had a glint in their eyes that sparkled. I would even swear that I saw them blink a few times. Henry approached me, with a full smile on his face. "Told you it would be a matter of time, but the kids now can't have enough of the two!"

I smiled back. Well, I could not deny it: whatever happened proved to be beneficial for the diner. However, Mr. Afton noticeably stayed longer in his office hardly ever leaving to discuss any recent developments with any of our staff. The few times he had temporarily left his office, I noticed that his skin became progressively paler almost matching his business suit's coloration. He was becoming more of a walking corpse each passing day then when I first became employed at the diner. But I did initially shake that observation out of my mind instead attributing that to disease. Mr. Afton was a sickly man, after all. It maybe could be easily explained away that he was most likely suffering some type of illness, perhaps of a hereditary variety.

Business was booming at a greater rate than ever before. Birthday parties were being held at the diner. Reservations were filled. Everything was going well. At least until one day that is. On one of our less busy days, Henry took me to the side. He was sterner and more serious than usual. "What is it sir?" I asked in genuine curiosity. I almost sensed the dread in his voice. Was it that I was going to be laid off now? I have been representing the establishment for about two months now.

"My son is coming to have a birthday party tomorrow."

"Oh, a birthday party for your son?" Henry did often mention in passing to having a daughter. This was probably the first time I have heard him having a son. But it made sense with what he said next.

"My boy…is greatly terrified of the animatronics. It is a rather odd dilemma. He used to really love the animatronics at least until his older brother started to terrorize him by dressing up as one from one of our owned pizzeria chains. Humorously, he keeps his plush animals around. As you can probably tell, he is greatly important to me hence why I keep him under surveillance numerously. Sometimes at the diner. Sometimes at home by installing a tracking device inside of his stuffed Fredbear doll."

That was unsettling, but I could easily tell that he was fiercely devoted to his son. So, I listened tentatively to what he was saying. I was to keep watch over his son while his party was underway. Pretty simple I first thought. On that day, I sat to the side watching the young boy. He and his sister and mother sat far away to the near back of the diner away from the prying eyes of the animatronics. It pained me seeing a young child like that be so frightful of the two-animatronics stationed in the diner, but he slowly began to enjoy himself in other ways.

But with anything what started off as harmless fun devolved into urgency and mass hysteria. When the boy's mother slipped from her seat to go to the restroom, the boy's brother arrived at the diner wearing a Foxy mask along with his hooligan friends. The boy's fears started to kick in with his breathing becoming more frantic. I called out to the boys demanding that they cease their behavior, but I was met with only the mocking laughing of the boy's brother and friends. They scooped the crying child into their grubby hands and walked in the direction of Fredbear. The boy's screaming rung through the diner. I nearly could not listen to it with it being that pained and frantic.

"Why not give Fredbear a big kiss?" the brother asked.

Despite his younger brother's protests, the brother placed his head into Fredbear's open maw. Fredbear's maw moved in an up and down fashion, sluggishly moving. They all laughed at the boy's utter humiliation and fear.

Crunch.

The laughter stopped as quickly as it began. The boy suddenly became limp and lifeless. Blood trickling down Fredbear's furry cheeks. Upon closer inspection, the force exerted by the animatronics' jaws caved in the boy's skull. Blood was everywhere. I never heard so fierce a scream ever and I hope to whatever ethereal being that was out there in the cosmos that I never would again.

I scrambled to get to the diner's work phone and dialed 911. "Yes, we have an emergency on our hands. Our address?"

Henry was in an obviously distraught mood with the whole thing. He was greatly devastated by the freak accident. He reacted harshly to his older son dismissive of him trying to apologize. Even when he was being taken away to be interrogated. He was a broken man in all but his sanity. Mr. Afton was in his office again, per usual, but he left it upon hearing all the commotion. He approached Henry with curiosity. When he was given the rundown on what happened, Mr. Afton tapped his shoulders. His skin was becoming purple, as if it were decomposing. His eyes were stretched wide.

"Do not worry, old friend, we will put him back together."

The hell kind of ominous statement was that? Henry looked Mr. Afton over suspiciously and alarmed at what he was saying. Without needing to say anything more, Henry pried his hand off his shoulder. Afton shrugged his shoulders and headed towards the backroom to resume whatever he was doing. The diner shut down for a good week or so until the disappearances resumed.

Everything was picking up for the diner. Much of that had to go with how well-received Spring Bonnie and Fredbear were. As I have said, they were once devoid of much expression and personality, but through whatever means, business was flourishing. At least until that incident involving Henry’s son. It felt like a fever dream with how rapid it was in its action. Since then, Henry acted more embittered. He kept up the image of being affable, but he nevertheless became colder to me and the staff. But Afton’s insistence that he would help put Henry’s son “back together” still lingered in my mind. His son was in critical care; how could Mr. Afton even begin to believe that he could put his friend’s son back together as if he were a broken vase.

 But ever since that 8-year-old boy went missing, seemingly disappearing in thin air, more children around the diner began to fade into the shadows. A young girl with green eyes and blonde hair was last reported mourning her deceased puppy dog. Around that time, the Spring Bonnie animatronic was mysteriously missing. I remember Mr. Afton detailing the exact specific functions of the Spring Bonnie animatronic saying that it was specifically designed to be worn by an employee; he called it a springlock suit. The suit itself was called such because of its springs and wiring that could be…well, for lack of a better word, locked away. But he warned me that if any moisture got into it…he represented the situation by balling a scrap of paper between his hands. Accidentally touching the springs or breathing on them also proved to have deadly consequences. Why in good faith would Mr. Afton even think that it was a good idea? It was a lawsuit waiting to happen. Oy, this company.

 But more bizarre than that was how Mr. Afton began to ramble odd remarks about…gods? If he were a religious man, that would be fine, but he would keep talking about odd anomalies and how at one time, they ruled over the world long before mankind took its first few baby steps. He spoke openly bout his dedication to the gods and how they were the ones behind the success of the franchise. His skin no longer resembled any recognizable skin tone. He became akin to a shriveled grape in the sun. His eyes were so sunken in now, all I could make most of was a thin shade of darkness where the whiteness in his eyes should have been. My staff members were most assuredly disturbed by Mr. Afton’s slow transformation, but he did sense it in the back of his mind. He now spent most of his time either alone in his office or in the backroom only emerging towards closing time. One day when I was about to punch out and call it a night, Mr. Afton took me by the side and smiled at me. Even his gums were purple.

 “I do not know the time of day or the hour, but the gods will return to reclaim this world. I may be dead by that point, but I hope that you will survive to see their return. Yog-Sothoth will open the gates wide and the gods will terry the lands as they have done long before.”

 Years later, I still saw Mr. Afton’s words as being the breaking point for me. Thinking back on it, Mr. Afton was never sane to begin with. He was blessed with the technological know-how, but he had odd manners about himself almost as if he were stark mad. He became obsessed with the aspect of opening the Gate to usher the gods of old back into our plane of existence. Once they arrived, the powers within this planet would be reverted to them, and Yog-Sothoth would drag this rock into the void between worlds where he rules. Outside of time and space itself; outside of the organized world into realms of madness and disorder. Into a realm of decaying, dead planets and faceless gods.

  Within the first week of the month, four more children vanished under mysterious circumstances. With every single instance, the Spring Bonnie suit was absent, suspicions falling on the employees that they were deliberately spiriting the animatronic suit away to use it for nefarious purposes. As the weeks went by, adults lost hope of the original missing children ever being found. An employee was charged for the murders and was sentenced to be executed. Word spread that he was being set up but by whom none could tell or let alone agree.

 Another month passed with the adults and parents giving up on the missing children and accepting that the employee who was accused of the crime was the best they could attain to closure. Spring Bonnie and Fredbear continued to rake in patrons sometimes getting booked for personal reservations. With more money in their pockets, so to speak, more animatronics were gradually introduced to other locations but also fell under the same dilemma resonating with the diner formerly: the animatronics were lifeless. Granted, they were robots so that could be kind of the point. But lifeless in that they were not entertaining. Henry at that time did not take much concern about the other locations due to mourning the loss of his son. That responsibility squarely fell under Mr. Afton. Whenever he left his office, he wore a trench coat to hide his body coloration. He would tend to be gone for days at a time, but once he was done visiting, the animatronics also took on a life of their own and were on the receiving end of a warm reception. The Spring Bonnie suit also followed Afton throughout the different locations.

 Henry and I grew closer to each other due to Afton’s abrupt leaves. He entrusted me with spieling out his frustrations and sorrows and appreciated me as a confidant. I would give my concerns about how Mr. Afton conducted his business and placed it at his feet. Each time, Henry felt the need to explain his co-owner’s oddness away in the most trivial of ways. Afton’s devotion to the gods of old became increasingly problematic and impeded on his side of the business scheme. Yet he kept insisting that the gates will be opened. Sometimes he looked at me almost as if hoping that I would be the one to open the gates.

 Henry’s older son was still away somewhere in a juvenile correctional facility. His surviving daughter was named Charlotte. I had seen her about once or twice. She was the near image of childhood innocence. She treated other kids respectably and was always there to lift their spirits or be the one who would offer their shoulder to lean on. Charlotte was Henry’s pride and joy. Which was why I found what happened to her leagues worse than what befell his son.

 Business began as usual with me taking orders and keeping watch on Fredbear. Without warning, Henry erupted from his office frantically causing the documents in his hands to fall onto the floor in a heap. I tried to intervene and ask him what had happened, but all he could reply was “Charlie, my daughter…”

 Charlie was found dead at one of the pizzerias. From whatever explanation that was readily available, forensics speculated that she was sick from a stomachache and for whatever reason opted to run out of the pizzeria. By the time that happened, an assailant attacked her leaving her in a pool of her own blood. It was raining heavily at the time and some of the blood was already disappearing from the scene. When some of the employees noticed that Charlie was absent from an arranged party, to their shock, they found their surveillance animatronic, nicknamed “The Puppet” by the side of the deceased girl. From their research, they found a green bracelet on the corpse’s wrist that was meant to be a signal for the Puppet to indicate that one of the children were not in the pizzeria. Strangely enough, Charlie’s blood trickled into a puddle with the rainwater and it met up with the animatronic. The Puppet was returned to the backroom under the shared fear that it had malfunctioned. Purple streaks were underneath the Puppet’s eyes. As if it too were weeping.

 Henry’s controlling over the situation worsened. He could not think rationally nor critically. His demeanor changed ultimately with him being dismissive with me and the other employees. He could no longer be trusted with dealing with the diner’s finances. Even just thinking about it was enough to push him into one of his winded tangents about the unfairness of life. Mr. Afton remained behind locked doors during Henry’s mindless dribbles, but he had what I at best could call a demented sense of intrigue at what happened to Charlie. Instead of consoling Henry over his loss, Mr. Afton instead asked questions about the murder and continued to speak on his occultic obsession. It was incredibly distasteful, but I could sense that Afton did at least have a small iota of sympathy for his co-owner’s plight. Maybe to the furthest extent I could give him some leniency was perhaps he was not as monstrous as I imagined him to be. He leaned into Henry’s ear and whispered something. I had not the faintest idea what he could have possibly been saying, but Henry’s eyes lit up. It must have been something about Charlie because his color returned to his skin and the glint returned.

 “Just follow me,” Afton said.

 Without speaking another word, Henry followed his old friend. They walked past his office which was lit again with the light of those glowing orbs. I quietly followed the two men whilst they were none the wiser, and I stopped when they approached the double doors of the backroom. I darted around the corner and remained there until I heard the doors slam shut.

 They were gone for a deafly long time. I had waited for at least two minutes for either two to come out, but it was a fruitless decision. I returned to my station and took more orders. When I got finished with that, my eyes floated over to Spring Bonnie and Fredbear again. They still looked lively as usual. While it came off as less of a surprise, I did notice a few quirks that the animatronics had. They were singing their typical substandard tunes that the children ate up, but the adults reviled as earworms.

 An hour passed when the two men were gone, but I heard the doors open again. A floored Henry emerged from the backroom the color in his skin tone diminishing. He was white as a ghost. He rubbed his eyes in a maddened haze when the smallest light entered them and became near intelligible from whatever Mr. Afton had shown him. He stammered slurred words and grasped his head between his hands. “Souls…remnant…blackness.”

 I ran towards him out of concern. Whatever he had seen had made him into such a psychological mess he barely had any memory of me and his surroundings. He was speaking what amount to anti-intellectual dribble.

 “A mist of darkness swirling and writhing in every which direction. Ropes of tentacles made of ink on top of a drove of primeval legs each innumerable and infinite. Some being that is centuries old undoubtably older than our known universe. Mouths on every orifice of the creature’s abominable form. Rows upon rows of mouths with hideous monstrosities leaping out of the open maws in a maddening frenzy scurrying away from their ‘mother” in fear of getting devoured. Green slime raining down from the open maws, And oh my god, that goat head….”

 Mr. Afton clasped Henry’s shoulder. “You have beheld our source of revenue. One of those elder gods who I have summoned to Earth. I serve her with every fiber of my being. Do you not see that without her we would be no better than the worms beneath our feet?”

 Henry swatted his hand away, “I…need some time to myself.”

 Mr. Afton frowned, but with what little remained of his lips it came off as artificially contrived. “Take all the time you need, old friend. The time is on the essence.”

 He turned away from the madman and momentarily looked at me. I was going to respond, but he immediately turned again and exited through the front door. The time he dedicated to himself evolved into minutes, to hours. To days. To months and finally a whole year.

 He never returned to the diner.

 With Henry's departure, business began to plummet. Without his hand over management of the finances, Fredbear's floundered in reviews with not even the liveliness of Fredbear and Spring Bonnie doing much to turn heads. Henry never went to any of the branches in Fazbear Entertainment. The last I have heard about him; he was still ranting wildly about whatever Mr. Afton had in the backroom. None knew what was behind there for Mr. Afton made even staring at the double doors prohibited. In the backroom of the diner, there came rustling and chillingly low growls. They resembled no such animal on this Earth. They were the sound of freight trains all going in the same direction and forming a massive collision.

Everywhere that Mr. Afton went came the utmost disturbing of news of children going missing in the different sections of the franchise. The Spring Bonnie suit was permanently retired due to Mr. Afton's insistence of using it for personal projects. Mr. Afton no longer resembled a human but an emaciated skeleton whose very bones were a darker shade of purple still. The very fact that he was still able to move around despite there being little fat on his body was a miracle. Or should I call it a curse?

At Freddy Fazbear's Pizza for instance, there was a case of five missing children consisting of three boys and two girls. It was another one of those booked reservations for a birthday party that was being thrown late in the afternoon. Witnesses claim that they were seen going into the backroom being led away from the other screaming children and bustling parents by one of the golden animatronics. What happened next was sketchy: they just…faded away seemingly in thin air. No bodies were ever found. No one noticed that the kids were missing until about four hours later. Mr. Afton was there – wearing his trench coat yet again – looking suspicious as always. He aided the search party anyway he could even placate younger children by voluntarily giving them tickets so they could play in the arcade or giving them pizza slices free of charge. There was never so much protesting from moral guardians before in the history of Fazbear Entertainment and there never would be again. Parents held other parents as being to blame for the Missing Children Incident if it benefitted them regardless of their allegations being factually sound or not. The grand witch hunt led to the families incriminating a security guard as being the guilty party. They ignored his attempts at trying to reason with them and was arrested. Mr. Afton stood by and with what little remained of his mouth, he made a short whistle.

As there were no bodies found at the scene of the crime, the security guard was found guilty of the five children's disappearances and sentenced to five life sentences. To this day, he still insists that not only was he innocent of all charges, but due to the prejudices that were thrown his way, the moral guardians failed to catch the real killer when they had the chance.

Sometime after the whole ordeal, something peculiar befell the animatronics. They began to reek afoul some attributing the scent to unveiling of an ancient crypt. Blood and mucus secreted through the eyes, nose, and mouths of the animatronics. Due to the mass disappearances of children at the pizzerias, surveillance technology was added to the animatronics, here called "Toy Animatronics." They were supposed to be linked to a criminal interface and were "revamped" versions of the original four of Freddy, Foxy, Chica, and Bonnie. There were also the additions of that wretched Balloon Boy and the upper executives remodeled the Puppet they had from the other pizzeria perhaps convinced they could revamp it as well. But they warned that one had to continually wind its music box to keep it at bay. I do not know what it would entail if someone neglected to do so, but I assume whatever is the result, it is not pretty.

Fredbear's Family Diner's days eventually came to a slow, excruciating end. There were massive layoffs and Fredbear was decommissioned and sent to be hollowed out for scrap metal. I could have sworn that I saw Fredbear's eyes move about in a frantic pace and his movements stiffened. It was disheartening to watch. Mr. Afton remained in his office for a long duration of time not interacting with any of his staff or employees. I was the last one left and as I gathered my things, Mr. Afton called out to me again.

"Do you mind staying a little longer?"

"Yes sir, what do you expect from me?" I responded.

"I'm sure you are dying to know what was behind these backdoors," Mr. Afton explained, "since your services are no longer needed here, I feel that now is the appropriate time to reveal my inspiration."

I shrugged my arms. Mr. Afton was becoming more unnerving by the second, but since I had nothing at the time to lose, I decided to humor him this one time. After all, I may as well not be expecting to see him again. He held out a bony finger and flicked it. "Just follow me."

I followed the deranged man like he asked of me and we both disappeared behind the back. I have seen just about everything this franchise had to offer, but I could not mentally prepare myself for what I was about to see.

We made it to the double doors and Mr. Afton held the knob sternly in his hand, fondling it even. "Behold my muse."

He…opened the door. It was like what Henry had mentioned. There in the back was a large creature of indiscernible design. The creature was of a larger scope that my brain began to short circuit from my desperation at trying to comprehend what I was seeing. A swirling mist of darkness and tentacles all on top of goat legs. Smaller creatures leapt out of the maws of the monster and acted abrasively towards each other. A dark paste-like subject was leaking from underneath the dark being that was being gathered through an irrigation system. Tubes and wires led towards a vault where the dark matter was pumped.

"What? What is all this?"

Mr. Afton smiled again. "As you can see, I have been in quite the desperate debacle with trying to keep revenue flowing to the diner. After trying the more legal means of doing so, I became desperate. Henry and I were. So, I did further research and ultimately, I found the answer to my dilemmas. Shub-Niggurath."

Green slime dripped from the many mouths of the Black Goat of the Woods. A hideous creature with even more abominable offspring, Shub-Niggurath a fertility goddess of sorts that was worshiped by many cults. But why…why is Shub-Niggurath in our diner rather than anywhere else? But what caught my eyes was the dark substance being collected into large vaults.

"That my dear boy," Mr. Afton said in a sing-song tune, "is what I call remnant."

Remnant I thought. It was an odd term for whatever…this was. My mind was still trying to wrap around as to why Mr. Afton summoned an Outer God to our plane of existence. "That is what I had been injecting into the animatronics to give them life," he explained.

"How did you do that?" I asked though I plainly did not wish to know. As I finished my thought, I saw something to the side of the room in a small heap. I ran over to it to get a closer look. My mouth was agape with horror. It was clothes of varying sizes discarded with nonchalance. My mind began to comprehend what it all meant, but Mr. Afton gave me the answer anyway.

"It is simple, my boy; children are sacrificed to satiate my goddess' hunger and once that is done, I pillage through the remains of secretion and from there, I harvest remnant. Remnant at its simplest and purest of form are condensed souls of the children."

I wanted to vomit in repulsion, but none came out. What a despicable endeavor. But it explained why Spring Bonnie and Fredbear felt so alive. They were with the melted down souls of any unfortunate child that was lured away and sacrificed. I believe that they were in deep pain and writhing with every wave of pain. My heart went out to those children lost.

"You psycho, how could you kill all these children!?"

Mr. Afton laughed. "They are not truly gone; they live on in various forms some within Shub-Niggurath herself or as the animatronics they love. I am sure you had some favorite character once, correct? Well, I am also positive that you wanted to be them in some way?"

My hands shook. "What of Charlie? Was she also apart of your sick experiments?"

"That one I admit had no real purpose behind it," Mr. Afton confessed, "it was more a happy accident."

He crossed his arms. "If my foolish friend allowed me, I would have put his precious boy back together again. You know that I have the means and resources to do so. Ah, such a tragedy that was."

I had enough of Mr. Afton's callousness I went to turn around, but he grabbed my arm. "Wait, please hear me out before you do anything rash."

"I am done listening to you."

"My time is not promised," Mr. Afton said bluntly, "I have tried to use remnant to make myself immortal, but it had bleached my skin and is poisoning my bloodstream. Please devote the rest of your days to serving my goddess."

I grabbed his hand with my other hand and pried him off. "You have tampered with something unearthly and grave. You can go sleep with the worms for all I care."

Mr. Afton sighed. "Then we have no other reason to speak. I hate it very much."

He made another grab for me and caught me by the collar. There I was being dragged towards one of the many maws of the Black Goat of the Woods. Mr. Afton muttered something beneath his breath maybe some slurred praise to the Outer God. With her acidic breath coming ever closer, I had to think fast. I leaned forward and bit down on Mr. Afton's wrist. He hissed in pain and covered his hand with his other to ease the pain. I scurried to get back up and I punched him squarely in the face. He fell to the ground with a thud. Before he could say anymore, one of Shub-Niggurath's tentacles darted out and grabbed his leg.

"My goddess, wait, do not do this to your faithful servant!"

Mr. Afton was being dragged into the goddess' open mouth and her young took interest in what was happening and came down on Mr. Afton clawing and scratching his face. I was frozen in fear but if I did not leave, Shub-Niggurath would direct her attention towards me. I ran as fast as my legs could take me down the hall ignoring Mr. Afton's screams asking for assistance. My legs were giving out quickly, but I fought for my life.

The foundations of the diner were crumbling from the rapid movement of Shub-Niggurath. By the time I escaped, the ceiling caved in and collapsed in on the walls. When the dust was settled, Fredbear's Family Diner was nothing more than a pile of rubble. Afton and his goddess were buried deep in the debris. I had survived, but at what cost for I was the only one aside from Henry who knew what Afton was really doing.

I tried going about living my daily life, but I am still bothered by Afton's horrific experiments and his attempts of trying to usher in beings potentially worse in their scale from what Shub-Niggurath could attest to. But whatever was out there in the cosmos, I was relieved that at least the apocalypse was averted. But for how long?

[catcas91]

hey guys im looking for writing advice

are you allowed to break a paragraph in quotations? there are a few stories that I have told in a story of mine that I really feel like should have paragraph breaks. I’ll put the part of the story in here. it’s fanfiction for a Five nights at Freddy’s spinoff called Dayshift at Freddy’s and the game itself is pretty good. if you guys want I’ll upload chapters of this here.

well here goes.

The springlock snapped, luckily not tripping any others but still inconvenient to put back considering the greasy state of her hands. Scott popped his head through the door. “I heard one of the springlocks snap, are you okay?”

Faith nodded. “I’m fine.”

Scott stepped all the way into the room. “How’s the suit coming along anyway?”

“It’s tricky rigging a suit like this. It’s pretty old.”

Scott nodded. “Yeah.” he stopped for a moment. Probably thinking about something. “Do you actually know what a springlock failure actually feels like?”

Yes.

She wasn’t ready to tell him that. But it didn’t feel right to lie outright to Scott, given the fact that they were both helping each other out. “Do you?”

More silence. Not really what Faith had anticipated. Then finally, a small “it’s odd.”

“What is?”

“My memory’s a little funked up, but… I have a memory more vivid than any other.” there was more silence. Faith gave him some space, not sure what she was about to hear.

“It was 197- 1978, I think. I was going to work at a Freddy Fazbear’s location. One in Colorado.”

“The one I worked at in June?” Faith asked, curiosity overruling the reality that said she should probably keep her mouth shut.

“Um. I’m not sure. It might have been. But I remember speaking to my wife that morning. She called me… she called me ‘Peter’. The weirdest thing was, it wasn’t my wife. It was someone else. I remember looking in a mirror. I remember my face. My head wasn’t a phone, for some reason. I came into work and greeted my boss. He had a phone for a head, like I do. It was slightly different, though. A different, still red, still a rotary phone.”

Scott stopped for a moment, both of them collecting their thoughts. “That day, I was wearing a suit. It was this awful rat thing. I had a coworker who got the better one. He had a bear suit. Golden Freddy, that’s his name. I remember dancing in front of some kids. They were loving it. But… I could see my coworker, out of the corner of my eye. He was leading some children back. Into the Saferoom, where still no one should go. I ran over and I told him that, and I told him to stop. I remember the man in the bear suit nudging my side. I heard a loud click. And then…” Scott drifted off for a moment. Enough time for Faith to remember something that the Colorado Phone had said.

“‘We used to have a bear suit and a rat suit, but those were thrown in the bin for smelling like slaughtered toddlers.’”

“Excuse me, what?” Scott said, looking back at her. His head had started to turn to Faith’s suit during his story. It was obvious why. Hers looked just like the suit Faith was imagining.

“That was what the Colorado Phone guy had said. ‘We used to have a bear suit and a rat suit, but those were thrown in the bin for smelling like slaughtered toddlers.’ slaughtered toddlers and maybe slaughtered you.”

Scott nodded. “I remember being scared. Being in pain. I couldn’t scream. My vocal cords had been cut through by the springlocks. But I remembered the tapes. I had to get to the saferoom. I… I almost made it. I even somehow made it to the door. The door… it was locked. He had lured the kids inside and locked me out.  Nobody ever noticed, because there was so much screaming, so much attention focused on me. I drifted in and out of consciousness. I remember my boss speaking to someone about sending me away, still in the suit, to some ‘factory’ owned by the company. Where they were gonna turn me into something useful.” Scott laughed, shrugging his shoulders dismissively. “My memory cores must be screwy to make me think I went through that.”

Faith paused in her tinkering for a moment, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. “Did you say that your name was Peter?”

Scott nodded. “In that weird memory… yeah. Why do you ask?”

“I used to have a brother named Peter.”

“Did he--”

Faith nodded.

“I’m sorry.”

She worked in silence for a moment, gathering her thoughts, her experiences, and comparing them to Scott’s. Or Peter’s. Whoever he was. It took a long time for her to finally speak. “I mentioned yesterday that I had worked at Fredbears, back before Colorado?”

“Yeah, you did. You were a technician there. How does that apply to now?”

“I worked the night shift there too, trying to take care of my sister. Every night, 12 to 6.” Faith sighed, trying to avoid the pain of her memories. “One night, I was caught off-guard. They… they took me back, through the empty diner. They had a suit prepared for me. I don’t remember much about it, only that it was yellow. They stuffed me inside. I tried my hardest not to struggle in that suit. I knew what would happen if the springlocks came loose. I couldn’t control my breathing, though. The springlocks came loose, with me inside. I tried to scream. I couldn’t. Same deal with you. Severed vocal cords. I couldn’t move. I was there for so long...” she let her voice fade out, sinking her face into her hands and taking in a shaky breath.

“Christ… that’s horrible… didn’t anyone find you back there?” Scott asked, confusion over Peter’s memories apparently gone. Faith nodded.

“Henry Miller did. The former co-owner of Fredbear’s. A long time after I got stuck there, I saw him enter the room. He was there, lurking in the back. I could see him, just beyond the eyeholes of the suit. He was holding something over his shoulder. I couldn’t tell what it was. I found out later from the police. He had stuck it into one of the spare suits. After he stuffed it, he lingered back there. At one point, he looked right at me. He… he knew I was in there. He laughed. He laughed and left the room. I was there for… I don’t know how long. It felt like days. I…” 

“What?”

“I think I died in that suit.” Faith whispered, not sure whether the voice in the dark and the promise she made was real or not. “I don’t want to keep talking about it.”

[magentamedicines]

What's in the Dark (Pt.2)

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"Your brother's such a loser Mike, I'm surprised your dad hasn't returned him yet," It was four days until Evan's birthday, and he was spending it at the diner cowering away from his brother.

Evan hated the diner, he was fairly certain he always had, the animatronics were big and scary and he had nowhere to hide when his brother decided to make him miserable, which was of course, all the time.

This issue was only made worse by the existence of Michael's "friends", Jenny Harper, Owen Maverick, and Trixie Gallagher. No one else in the family liked them, not even social butterfly Elizabeth, they were nothing but a bunch of bullies who really shouldn't have been hanging out with Michael anyway. They were older than he was, which Uncle Henry always said meant that they should know better, but no one was scared enough of Uncle Henry to listen to him.

"I wish he would, and Lizzie too. I'd be better off as an only child." Michael sneered, recounting Evan's meltdown the previous day at being locked in his room.

Evan remembered it vividly too, it wasn't exactly easy to forget when his hands were still bruised from pounding his fists against the door, eyes still bloodshot from tears.

"For someone who doesn't like his siblings it sure seems like thats the only thing you ever talk about," Evan glanced out from under his hiding spot when he heard Charlie's voice, the girl was standing with a scowl on her face and her arms crossed, glasses pushed up on her nose and hair braided into pigtails that fell across either of her shoulders.

Charlotte Emily took after her father in kindness and her mother in wit, she was Lizzie's best friend because they were the same age, but she was the only person who seemed to willingly defend her younger cousin.

"No one asked you four-eyes," Trixie said, adjusting her own fake glasses and turning toward Michael, "Is everyone in your family this intolerable?"

"Charlie's barely family anyway- she's only our cousin because father knew Henry in college." Michael shot back. He didn't have much time to react before a sharp kick was aimed at his shins by the girl, who made her way swiftly over to Evan's hiding spot soon after.

"You ok Ev?" she asked, holding her hand out to help him up, he hesitated for a moment before accepting, but he didn't answer the question.

"Figures you have to have a girl fight for you," Mike, still looking vaguely in pain.

"Keep talking and next time I'll aim for your stomach you big bully." Charlie said, sticking her tongue out and dragging Evan off to where she'd been sitting with Elizabeth.

"Oh c'mon Charlie, no boys allowed! Especially not my stinky crybaby brother." Elizabeth said, glaring up from the mirror she was using to help apply lipstick.

"He's not going to interrupt anything, Mike's the only stinky brother here, that's why Sammy's still allowed in meetings," Charlie said, nodding toward where her brother stood watching the stage.

"Ugh- fine- but he's not allowed to say anything about our plans!" Elizabeth said, rolling her eyes.

"I promise I won't," Evan said quietly, sitting down and placing Fredbear Jr. in his lap.

What felt like days seemed to pass in the diner, Evan was all to aware of the sounds and smells and lights of the performances by the end of the day, were it not for Michael he probably would've fallen asleep in the car from the sheer exhaustion of it all.

"It's not my fault he's such a baby he can't even handle a few jokes," Michael said, arms crossed in the passengers seat.

"If you're going to make jokes make sure Henry's br- your cousins. Can't hear you- do you know how it makes me look when Henry hears he can't even crawl out from under a table without bursting into tears? Are you trying to embarrass me Michael?" William didn't look up from the road as he spoke, hands at either side of the wheel, knuckles white.

"No father. . ." Michael said quietly, staring down at his hands.

Evan fled to his room as soon as the car pulled into the driveway, closing the door behind him before Mike could even step out of the car.

"four days, I'm gonna be seven in four days and then maybe he'll leave me alone. . ." Evan muttered, walking over to his stuffed animals. They always smelled strange these days, but he could never really place the smell. Foxy didn't have a head, Evan had ripped it off himself, he didn't remember when, but he knew it had to have been because of Michael, everything he did was in reaction to his brother at this point.

"Dinner!" Evan flinched at his father's voice, he wished he could grow out of that at some point, but he wasn't really sure he would.

Evan dusted himself off as he stood up and walked toward the door, listening closely for the sound of Michael's footsteps. When he determined the coast was clear he turned the knob to leave, taking cautious footsteps toward the dining room.

He stopped short in front of the television, distracted for a moment by the sounds until. . .

"Boo!" Evan let out a choked scream before falling back on the floor, only able to prop himself up on one elbow, covering his face as tears ran down his cheeks.

Tomorrow is another day. . .

[krattgirl124]

Core Activated Chapter 5

The next day, William went to Fredbear’s early to clean up the place. Heavy bags under his eyes from the previous night. He was so distracted from cleaning that he didn’t hear the footsteps until someone tapped on his shoulder.

William jerked back to see a man with a little girl, “Morning, you’re William Afton, right?” The man asked.

He nodded his head in response and went back to cleaning.

“My name is Henry Emily, and I was wondering if I could work here with you.”

William dropped the mop he was using and looked back at him, “You want to work here? Why?”

“I just went through a divorce with my wife and I had lost my previous job. I’m desperate, and I don't want my daughter to grow up on the streets.”

William looked towards Henry’s daughter, her brown hair had been tucked messily behind a headband, and her big brown eyes, a look of pure innocence. He felt something warm inside him,

“Alright, you’re hired.” He said.

Henry’s smile grew wide, “Thank you, Mr. Afton! I won’t let you down!”

“Please, call me William.” Henry smiled.

“Thank you, William,” Henry said. “Uh- What would you like me to do?” he asked looking around the pizzeria.

William pointed to Fredbear and Springbonnie, “You good with robots?”

“I have a bachelor’s degree in robotics.”

“Perfect! You can work on them while I continue to clean. The place is going to open in two hours and I need this place spotless!”

“You got it, boss!” Henry exclaimed before heading off to the two animatronics, leaving Henry’s daughter alone with him.

“What’s your name?” William asked.

“C-Charlie.” Henry’s daughter stammered out. William nodded in acknowledgment.

“Nice to meet you, Charlie. How old are you?”

“T-two!”

“Two? That’s a good age to be.” He patted her head, “Aren’t you a sweet thing?”

Charlie grinned ear to ear, “thank you Mr!”

A few hours passed and the diner was ready to open. The Animatronics had been upgraded, thanks to Henry, and it was completely cleaned up.

“Oh, before the diner opens. I have to get my children!” William called out before getting in his car and driving home.

The second he got home, he was introduced to loud screams and cries. Michael and Troy were both trying to deal with Chris and Lizzie, who just kept crying.

“Mama! Mama!” Chris cried out, pushing a bowl of Cheerios off his high chair.

“What happened while I was gone?!” William’s voice made all the children freeze.

“Th-they woke up and started crying.” Michael whimpered, “I couldn’t get them to stop so I had to get Troy to help me!”

“We tried everything, Mr Afton!” Troy stammered, “We’ve fed them, entertained them!”

“Did you try changing them?”

The boys both fell silent. William sighed in exasperation. William and the two boys helped change Chris and Elizabeth who both slowly stopped crying. Better. William thought.

“I didn’t think of that,” Michael said.

“Clearly.” huffed William. “Anyway why don’t we go to Fazbears for a while?” he suggested.

“Can I?” Troy asked. William shrugged. “I don’t see why not.”

“Yay!” exclaimed Michael and Troy at the same time. William got everyone in the car and drove them to his work. Part of him didn’t want to go back. He wanted to stay home with Belle. He shook his head. He had to take care of his kids for her. Belle would have told him to hang in there and he remembered what she said to him when she was really sick one time.

“If I die I’ll wait forever for you. I know you can survive without me. I believe in you.” her words hung in his head. I’ll wait forever for you...I believe in you. William sighed and turned his focus back on the road. He helped the kids out of the van and Michael held Chris while Troy held Elizabeth.

The second he stepped foot back into the diner, he heard scratching from the basement. Kay was activated again for unknown reasons, and it was ticking him off.

“Hey, what’s that noise?” Henry asked, about to open the trapdoor to the basement.

“Don’t go down there!” William yelled, startling his new coworker. Henry jumped and turned around looking a little confused. William walked over to him.

“Why? What’s down there?” Henry asked.

“Something deadly and should be shut down,” he replied.

Henry stared at the trap door and backed away from it with no question.

Chris slowly wobbled into the diner, babbling something when he didn’t see Kay on her usual stage. He was about to cry but stopped when he saw Charlie.

Charlie gave him a friendly smile, “Hi!”

Chris clapped his hands excitedly and let out more babbles, wobbling to her, tripping on his own foot. Charlie quickly caught him before he could fall flat on his face.

“You’re one clumsy baby,” Charlie said, booping Chris’ nose. Chris squealed happily and Charlie laughed.

“What’s your name little one?” Charlie asked.

“Ris.” he babbled.

“Chris,” Michael said. Charlie nodded and started playing with Chris. Troy and Michael went off to do their own thing while William went to the back to check the electricity leaving Henry alone in the room with the closed basement door. Failing to hold back curiosity Henry opened the basement door. A large 8ft white wolf animatronic with blood-stained teeth and blue eyes stared at him. Henry gulped and backed away from the animatronic. Why didn’t it knock down the door? Henry thought. It looks strong enough to tear through concrete.

The animatronics lowered it’s head and Henry was frozen with fear. It gently nudged him, nearly knocking him off his feet, and let out what sounded like a purr. The wolf nuzzled his check and all he could think was, oh shoot. Oh, shoot. Oh, shoot. I’m gonna die now!

“Get back!” an angry voice said. The animatronic pulled away and snapped its attention towards William. Henry gulped again. I haven’t even been here an hour and I’m gonna get fired and die.

“Get back Kay!” William snapped. Kay’s ears went flat and looked at William with a sad expression. Kay gave a whine and whimpered, clawing at the tile floor.

“Leave or I’ll make you,” he growled and held up a bat. Kay’s eyes widened and dashed through the basement door and down the wooden stairs. William slammed the heavy metal door closed and locked it.

“We need to seal this up with concrete,” William growled.

“What was that thing?!” Henry eventually asked, fear flooding his voice.

William looked at Henry, “Order some concrete so we can seal it up.” He responded, completely avoiding the question.

“William, what was—“

“Order. The. Concrete. NOW!!” 

Obviously, William was not going to answer the question, Henry went to the other room to order the supplies needed. But that creature was still flooding his mind. What was that thing? Why did it have blood on its jaws? Why was it so friendly to him…?

“Daddy!” His daughter's squeals took his attention away from the questions. He looked back to see William’s two youngest children clinging onto his daughter. Charlie was giggling as she looked up at her father.

“I made new friends!” She squealed, she lifted her arm that had William’s youngest son clinging onto it, “This is Chris,” she lowered her arm and lifted up the other one, that had William’s daughter clinging onto it, “and this is Elizabeth!”

“That’s nice, sweetheart.” Henry knelt down and tickled the babies’ sides. Chris and Elizabeth squealed loudly and slipped off Charlie, giggling like little fools.

Henry looked at the entrance and noticed that people were already starting to enter, multiple kids wearing party hats and holding presents. A birthday party must be happening.

“Alright you three, go find a place to sit.” He told Charlie, Chris, and Elizabeth, lightly nudging them to a table.

“Come on Chris. You and Lizzy can sit with me.” Charlie said heading towards a table with Troy and Michael sitting at it. Michael was waving them over and Troy helped Charlie with Elizabeth so she could sit down.

Chris looked at Fredbear and Springbonnie singing on the stage, clapping happily and squealing. He wanted to, NEEDED to get a closer look at the creatures he saw as his friends.

While no one was looking, Chris slid out of the high chair he was put in and crawled under the tables to get to the animatronics undetected. He winced as some of the other kids accidentally kicked him but kept crawling. He stood up when he was right by the stage and stared at them, drool coming out of his mouth.

Shivers suddenly went up his spine as he was lifted up by cold hands. The voice was what made him shriek.

“You want a closer look? Is this close enough?”

He was placed on the stage as Fredbear turned into a grotesque nightmare. Claws formed on his hands, he held three rows of teeth, and his eyes were blood red. Chris shrieked loudly in fear, somehow being frozen in place.

William heard his son scream and ran to see what was wrong. He only saw Chris sitting on the stage, screaming at the normal bear. He picked up his son and took him back to the table.

“How did you get up on the stage? It’s bigger than you.” William murmured.

“W-Whant Iwwow!” Chris cried out, “Whant Iwwow!!” He clung onto his father and sobbed heavily.