#roxanne wolf (mentioned)

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF nightmare foxy is a huge fan of Roxanne Wolf,,

[ilovesmg3]

[ I wrote this like, a year ago. Cut me some slack. Also yes, this is first person! "I/Me/My." I used to write a lot, maybe I'll get back into it if y'all like this and it does well. ]

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I couldn't help my lower lip from quivering, I sat on the floor of the salon in Roxy Raceway defeated. The day shift felt like hell, a genuine battlefield of cake, pizza and rotten little brats running around non stop. Disobeying rules was the children's favorite thing to do despite the entirety of them coming straight to the raceway from the daycare on the higher floors.

You'd think they'd have been taught better, but alas, an underpaid Fazbear employee can only dream. I looked around at my surroundings, thankful for the short break. 10 minute breaks every 3 hours was better than nothing, right? I groaned as I heard a knock on the big, red doors. Assuming it was another child asking for help getting into a cart, I put on a brave face and a large smile before a large, grey face poked through the door. "Roxy," I sighed with relief. If I could describe 'Her eyes softened,' it'd be this exact moment.

I smiled warmly and she walked in, closing the door behind her and disregarding the disappointed groans of the children outside that were trailing her. Thankfully they knew enough to not walk into the salon when it was closed, or Roxy herself they'd have to answer to. Roxanne was large, a very tall animatronic. Her high-tech eyes showed emotion somehow, and I could read it the best.

After all, I've worked in this part of the Mega Pizzaplex for the last two years. Shaking myself out of the thoughts, I looked to Roxy as the first tear rolled down my cheek. I hadn't realized how close I was to tears, nor did I realize how fast my smile faded. Roxy's face immediately showed concern, she walked over to me as softly as her large, metal feet would allow.

"(Y/N)?" She whispered softly, bending down to reach my level like she does with the children mid-outburst. "Are you.. okay?" She continued to speak with worry. I couldn't meet her eyes, only shaking my head back and forth, signaling a "no." She nodded, holding out her gloved, metal hand towards me. I hesitated, before taking it. She pulled me up gently, using a claw to wipe my remaining tears. "Do you.. want to talk about it?" I felt myself compelled to look into her bright, golden eyes.

I sighed before taking in a deep breath. "Sure, Roxy." She smiled again, her robotic ears perking slightly, happy to listen. "The kids.. man, they're ruthless.." She cocked her head, the robotic whirring inside her metal chest sped up as she contemplated what I'd said, shortly after she nodded, asking me to continue if comfortable.

"Roxy.. I.. The kids, even though I work here, they continue to constantly berate me and say my hair looks.. awful?" I questioned, turning slightly to look in the mirror. "I guess they're right, I haven't been sleeping or taking care of myself lately." This wasn't the first time I'd found myself ranting to Roxanne, but on day shift was a different story, I'd never felt so.. distraught at work before.

Roxanne sighed, her robotic tone sounding sad. She held my smaller hand in her own, and pulled me towards the salon's chairs. "Wha..?" I questioned and she let out a bark of a laugh. "Come on, you think you can let KIDS get to YOU?" She knew the situation now, and she wanted to help.

Placing me in the chair gently but firmly by pressing my shoulders down, the lights turned on. Music began to play and the kids outside the room began to shout, mad they weren't allowed in. "Don't pay attention to them, (Y/N). You deserve a longer break today."

I sighed in relief, I didn't even care about my one other co-worker on the floor at the moment, just hanging out with Roxy, and taking a goddamned break. She pumped up the salon chair and pulled the hairbrush from the countertop, using her claws to get out the chunk of hair I was forced to pull out of a kids disgusting head earlier.

I looked at the brush in disgust and she chuckled, "Alright, alright. Let me get a new one." I smiled, reaching up to wipe the remaining dew from my eyes and watching in the mirror as behind me, Roxy checked each counter and drawer until she found a fresh, new in-package brush.

The brush was really pretty, like those see-through sparkly pony toys from years past that were rotting in my cousin's closet. She walked back with a pep in her step, gently caressing my face as she looked in the mirror into my eyes. "(Y/N). You are enough. You are so, so beautiful.

You are perfect. You are the best." I felt my eyes widen, hearing the speech she gave to herself during the night shift. I smile softly, pressing my cheek into her cold, yet inviting metal hand. "You are my favorite." She spoke warmly, a tone I hadn't yet heard from her. She moved me back gently into the seat, gripping the brush before gliding it through my hair, pulling calmly and softly through the knots to avoid any pain.

For a robot, she was very good at this. I sighed as I felt the bristles against my scalp, an overall amazing and relieving feeling to just, be tended to by someone who cared about me. She smiled down at me, holding my tips and slicing gently with her claws, somehow working better than scissors. Soon enough, my hair was cleaned up. Dead ends gone, hair brushed and somehow it even looked less greasy, after working around pizza all day, that was an incredible thing to accomplish.

She pulled the make-up from the other side of the counter. Normally, this was for the teenagers or even just kids who wanted a little sparkle on the raceway or downright face-paint, but right now, it was to make me feel better about myself. She turned the chair so I was facing her, she was large.

Her grey, plastic and metal fur was shiny, up close I could see her teeth, yet I didn't feel threatened. For once I felt safe in this establishment, any worries or woes I've felt because of it, were gone in this very moment. Roxy placed the makeup sponge against my under eyes, clearing up the bags for at least a little while, adding a little glitter and sparkle to really finish that "Roxy" look. After she finished she pulled away, looking at me with a grin of pride. Roxy pushed the swivel chair back around so I could see myself. I smiled wide, I looked PERFECT! "Yes you do!" Roxy spoke aloud, I hadn't even realized the words escaped my lips, I jumped up and gave Roxy a hug.

Roxy smiled and grabbed me, lifting me up quickly into a bear hug even Freddy couldn't compare to. She swung me around in her arms and I hugged her back just as tight, "Thank you, Roxy." I whispered, and she howled a laugh in response with a smile, causing the children outside to scream in excitement. I looked at Roxy, we nodded. I put on a smile, but a real one this time, and opened the doors to the salon.

The children all ran in and swarmed me. "No way!! (Y/N) got a make-over by Roxy herself!! They're so cool!!" "I'm so jealous!! They look so good!!" and the likes was heard from the crowd, I looked out the open door to see my co-worker lying on the tiled floor, exhausted. I yelled a quick "Sorry!" before getting back to my shift, Roxy by my side for support with a grin.

[nobody-nexus]

(Slaps my Tumblr) ROXICA HCS AM I RIGHT

Roxanne Wolf (She/Her - Transfem - Lesbian)

Glamrock Chica (She/Her - Cisgender - Bisexual)

CUDDLES. CUDDLES ALL THE TIME. Roxy finds Chica's feathers SUPER SOFT and therefore PDA is a MUST have

Chica is like the best cook and Roxy can like work a microwave

Nicknames galore! Roxy's favorite for Chica is Chickpea and Chica's favorite for Roxy is Puppy

Some may think Roxy is the big spoon but NO CHICA IS

Roxy is super overprotective and loyal for her bird gf it's a lil scary

The two of them used to love covering songs with one another, but Roxy got SOOOOO mad due to Chica's upgrade that now Roxy sings love songs to Chica in order to componsate

If the wolf's having an emotional moment, Chica cuddles her and sways her back and forth. Works like a charm every time too

Chica's favorite food is pizza obviously, but Roxy is more of a burger fan. They have ways to have both of course

Chica makes gifts for Roxy, which she keeps all of them no exception

If anyone called Roxy anything masculine that isn't 'bro' or 'dude', Roxy WILL spiral- but Chica will help her make sure it doesn't get to her head

They workout together!

They're goofy enough to wear matching shirts

Monty finds them both annoying when they're on a date

Roxica Gatorbun double dates anyway!

The first one outside of the two to realize they were both dating was Bonnie. The last was Freddy (he's dumb)

Roxy has a secret love for overally romantic dates. She doesn't want the others except Chica to know

Yes they've adopted Cassie next question

Chica is a wine aunt... Roxy is the rum aunt

They get drunk together a LOT- and Vanessa can swear she heard heavy clanking in Chica's room-

They send cat memes to one another a lot of the time

Roxy rambles about human shows to her ALLL OF THE TIME

Chica's more of a listener then a talker, but she doesn't mind that at all

"Hey Chickpea look at this drawing I made" "Roxy that's a penis" "Eyyyy"

Yeah no it's not surprising that Roxy's humor is a little vulgar, and she even taught Cassie the FUCK word :D

Inside jokes between the both of them. They make them specifically around Monty a lot because he does a similar thing

Roxy has anger issues and Chica has constant stress on her mind

TRAUMA DUMPING GIRLFRIENDS YAAAAASSSSS

When they were shattered, Roxy could tell it was Chica from her touch. She got used to Chica's shattered whirrs and crunches after a little bit

Fazbear Entertainment has no clue they're dating despite them not hiding it. Helpy sees them making out and he's like "Yep just some gal pals :D"

Gregory: PACK IT UP SKITTLE SQUAD

Roxy has indeed gotten jealous before with Chica finding Freddy even the slightest bit attractive (but now she's open with sharing the bird with the himbo bear)

Chica is VERY vocal about how much she loves her doggy gf

Yeah I have a LOT more but my fingers hurt from all this typing so if this gets enough likes I will make a part 2. Hope you like them ^^

[blood-and-pizza]

They changed the contents for the FNAF Recipe Book, including (but not limited to) giving Roxanne's Fully Loaded Hotdog to Glamrock Freddy instead. I think the people behind the book saw Twitter's responses... what a shame!

[local-diavolo-anon]

well i kept my word

this is "When only an Eclipse is left" and it's a one shot about that Sun-and-Moon-less au i sometimes mention!

It's marked as "only registed users can see it" because of the Ai scraping thing, and i DO NOT want that to touch my stuff, nor find out someone is plagiarizing me or my work

it's 11k words and there are no archive warnings needed, but content warning for anxiety attacks!

[sealmonger]

Does anybody find it ironic that the two "replacement glamrocks" both have purple in their color schemes? 👀

[ponds-of-ink]

One Day More FNAF Challenge Day 6

Though now it’s technically Day 10. Ｏｏｐｓ

Roxanne just fits Enjolras to me. I’m not entirely sure why.

Context

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Day 5

[natabatts]

worst part was she pointed out the anime figures and body pillow lines as evidence T^T girl cited her sources

my step mom read the first chapter of my fic and immediately was like “he’s just like you fr” about richie. now does this mean i projected way too heavily when writing or the Worse alternative that i really am just like him fr

[siswritesyanderes]

i mightve asked this before, in which case go ahead and ignore this lmao. which characters would be the best vs worst when handling an autistic darling?

Oooh, this is a cool question! I would say it depends on the particular symptoms the person has, so I'll go over some symptoms and which yanderes would respond best vs. worst.

avoidance of eye-contact

Obviously, shy, autistic, or autistic-coded yanderes would work really well with this (and other) symptom(s). Your Donatello's, your Newt's, arguably your Peter Parker's. Also, yanderes who are able to sense when their darling's attention is on them supernaturally or just out of sheer social aplomb. Elves, for example, would be great with someone who doesn't like eye contact, because their body language conventions differ as a result of being able to communicate mentally.

Roxanne Wolf would be distinctly bad for this, based on her need for attention as demonstrated in Help Wanted 2. But she's also not beyond reason when it matters, as we've seen in Ruin DLC, so I'm sure communicating about it is on the table.

sensory reactivity

Okay, I think Dr. Strange would very specifically be bad for this, because his movies are all swirling kaleidoscopes of magic that would definitely be sensory overload in real life, and I have mentioned before that I don't see him as a considerate yandere. If anything, he might enjoy inducing sensory overload for the express purposes of making his darling require comfort, care, and isolation from others.

On the other hand, and maybe a weird pull for this, but Zafrina from Twilight would be great. Alec, too. Both have powers that would be super helpful when darling is overwhelmed.

Druig is able to just make everyone nearby shut up, which he would employ liberally.

food sensitivity/pickiness

Yanderes who enjoy cooking could go both ways on this. I could see some being offended by negative feedback and some taking it as being gifted with the challenge of meeting their darling's standards. Teruteru from Danganronpa and Esme from Twilight would both probably be good about receiving feedback and making changes. Super eager to please. Esme more so than Teruteru; he might get offended at first.

Rich and royal yanderes would delight in someone picky. They would love to be able to send food back with new, highly specific orders because darling doesn't like grapes with soft spots. Your Tony Stark's, your Byakuya Togami's, your Toph Beifong's, your Coriolanus Snow's.

Ralph from DBH would be a problem. He has a very weak grasp on what humans eat and a very high sensitivity to negative feedback. (Wait, he's just like me...)

resistance to changes in routine

This one would be a problem for yanderes who feel a need to go on adventures and trips with their darling. Which isn't necessarily the same as adventurous yanderes. Some adventurous yanderes might enjoy the idea of their darling staying behind at home keeping to a comfortable routine. But the ones who want their darling along on the adventure would be problematic. The Doctor, for example. Especially Eleven; he gets bored easily.

Whereas I think a lot of superheroes would like the idea of keeping their darling sequestered away, living predictably and comfortably. Clark Kent, Steve Rogers, Druig...The only catch is that some of them (Druig) would probably be a bit condescending about it.

I think Daycare Attendant would be great for routine. Coloring time, snack time, naptime, same time every day, sign them up! Also condescending, but they genuinely can't help it because it's how they're programmed.

Technically, Phineas and Ferb keep to a very specific routine, albeit a pretty tiring/potentially overwhelming one.

sorting things

This would be great for the disorganized genius character type. A Bruce Banner, if you will. An organized genius probably already has a system and might have trouble with someone sorting things differently than they have them. A distinctly slovenly character probably wouldn't mind either way.

hyperfixation

Yo, Queen from Deltarune would be the best for this. She would create an inescapable palace of the thing darling likes. Swatch and the Swatchlings would be involved.

stimming

There might be a problem if the yandere is easily distracted and needs to focus on something else. The main one I can think of who fits that description is Percy Jackson. That's not a distaste thing; just a pragmatic issue. Yanderes who experience sensory overload might also have an issue with it. My first thought was Queen Elsa.

On the other hand, Leo Valdez would love to make little stim toys for his darling. Donatello, too.

[the-hydroxian-artblog]

You ever seen Roxanne Wolf from FNAF? Cause ur cool robot wolf Iady reminds me of her a bit

Of course! I mentioned to someone else recently how it's a bit funny; Kaita's earliest design, good number of years back, took very vague design inspirations from Mangle of all things. Honestly it was just "canid robot with lipstick and sharp teeth" overall, but I won't lie they were an influence (enough so that my other oc, Happy Chatty, is more of a clear dead-ringer to fnaf animatronics) but I developed Kaita separately over time and made her look more distinguished. Over time I exaggerated her hair a little more and more, and I think by the time Roxy was a thing, Kaita had a distinct pony tail. A big glamrock mane is a little much, but no lie Roxy inspired me to at least go a bit crazier with Kaita's hair.

I consider it a fun kinda convergent evolution! Thankfully I have this blog, so you can literally see Kaita's development by checking her tag in chrono.

[tsams-and-co-memes]

List of characters and who they’re voiced by

Last edited: 4/11/25 (note: idk if Mitch and Alexander are the same person, but they voice the same characters, and no one's clarified anything for me when I've asked, so until further notice, they'll be listed as different VAs who just happen to voice the same few characters)

I remembered Matt breaking character at one point and expressing that people keep crediting a different VA for one of the voices he does, so I figured I’d make something and share it to maybe help avoid any future confusion

If any of this is wrong or I forgot someone, feel free to let me know so I can correct it, and feel free to suggest additions for it, too!

Some of these are more obscure/gag/one time characters, but eh. I figured they were still worth mentioning

Davis:

Sun/all Sun variants (except Cringe Sun)

Monty/all Monty variants (both their masculine and feminine forms)

Solar/Eclipse/all Eclipse variants

Trash Can Man

Solar Flare

One of the Bloodmoon twins/“Bloody”

FC

Taurus

Forgor

Ruin

Blue and Green (Rainbow Friends)

Wally Darling

BanBan

Karen

Gordon Ramsay

Molten Freddy

Old Foxy

Henry Emily (the one that comes from TSAMS OG dimension)

Neptor

Goliath

Everett Larson

EAPS/MGAFS Andrew

EAPS Mimic

Blue Baldi

Huggy Wuggy

Venom

The Nutella King/Nutella servants

EAPS Lefty

Staff/map bots

EAPS Cliff (Monty's dad)

Roxas Wolf

EAPS Moon

Muffin and Cleo

One of the AIs in Moon's computer

Sundroid

Vincent

FFNAF Eleanor

EAPS William Afton

Glamrock Dogday

Reed:

Moon/all Moon variants (except Cringe Moon and EAPS Moon)

Lunar/all Lunar variants

Jack

Creator/all creator variants

KC

One of the Bloodmoon twins/“Harvest”

Castor

The devil from the bible

Catnap

Papyrus

The only Kmart employee

Rez

Moon killer!Sun

Pianosaurus

One of the AIs in his computer

Atlas

Timer (I think??)

Glamrock Catnap

Kat:

Earth/all Earth variants

Pollux

Nebula

Miku

Monty’s mom

Forgor

Dazzle

Francine (formerly)

Daisy

Libra

Nedd

Noctyra

Matt: (up until 2/1/25)

Foxy/Cringe Foxy

Cringe Sun

Cringe Moon

Puppet/all Puppet variants

Vegeta

Leo

Frank

MGAFS Stitchwraith (both Jake and Andrew)

EAPS Jake

Monty’s dad

Keith

Derek

DogDay

Rambly

Francis

EAPS Moon

EAPS Lefty

Vincent

EAPS Glamrock Bonnie

EAPS Mimic

Kayk:

Vanny

Circus Baby/all Circus Baby variants (as well as all of Circus Baby's alters, I'm assuming)

Elizabeth Afton

Evan Afton

Toy Chica (formerly)

Roxanne/all Roxanne variants (except TEAPS Roxanne)

Old Ballora

Cassie

Austin:

Gregory

Tiger Rock

Rocky

Helpi

Lazy

Cassie’s dad

Ennard

Mario:

Glamrock Freddy

OG Freddy

Phantom Freddy

Shadow Freddy

Golden Freddy

Springtrap

Bon-Bon

Spring Bonnie

Shaggy

Toy Freddy

A mimic

Rob the staff bot

Digi:

Spring Bonnie

Glamrock Bonnie

Funtime Freddy

Nedd Bear

Springtrap

Kainabunny:

Fem Moon/Moonie

Mama Funtime

FFNAF Jack (?)

Oddfox:

Glamrock Chica

OG Chica

Lolbit

Glamrock Mangle (?)

EAPS' dimension Charlie Emily

Mangle

Lady

Nightmare Chica

Lolbit's parents (both mom and dad)

Funtime Chica

Bonita

Alexander:

Frankie

Michael Afton

Mitch:

Jackie

Michael Afton

Frankie

Carrion (also spelled "Kerian")

Flora:

EAPS Glamrock Ballora

MGAFS Charlie/New Puppet

EAPS Roxanne

Fem Sun/Sunny

Fem Eclipse

Millie Gator

EAPS Mimic

EAPS Andy

Darzeth:

Funtime Foxy

FluffyArtist:

Francine

ShadowGamingVA:

Toy Chica

Xylophoney:

Twisted Wolf

RWAGS William Afton

Tyler

[peachie-bumblebee]

you so need to rewrite those fics you mentioned in the 3some head cannons. They sound so good omg.

you know what? here you go.

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, BUT IT’S LONG ENOUGH IT MADE MY IPAD LAG SO HOPEFULLY THAT MAKES UP FOR IT!

ANIMALISTIC- REWRITE

ROXANNE WOLF X AFAB GEN!READER X MONTGOMERY GATOR

NSFW MINORS DNI

You wanted them, and by god, they wanted you.

CW: PRIMAL PLAY, FEAR PLAY, A BIT OF DUMBIFICATION, BREATH PLAY?, SLIGHT PAIN PLAY??, SUPER TINY ONE THING OF BLOOD PLAY, MARKING, JEALOUSY, THEY’RE MEAN BUT YOU LIKE IT, DEGRADATION, READERS A BIT OF A MASOCHIST, A BIT OF EDGING, THIS IS ALL JUST KINDA SELF INDULGENT AND CRAZY, TEASING, SLIGHT CUM PLAY???

You were Monty’s. That much was a guarantee.

You had been Monty’s from the moment he first laid his eyes on you. You had been at one of the shows with your college friends who had come back to town to reminisce about the good old days. They had gotten entirely wasted and left you there alone; alone and beautiful, and he knew from the moment he saw you in that crowd that he had to have you.

Of course, Roxanne was watching too- but Roxanne has always been far more patient than Montgomery.

Montgomery had approached you after the show late at night- you were hanging against the wall, and when you turned he stood there, hovering over you by several feet. He was breaking the rules by seeing you- and fuck, you loved a rule breaker.

That was over 8 months ago, and you’d never been happier- or more satisfied in all the meanings of the word. Monty wasn’t always the best with softness or with remembering details- minor things to you, really. But if there was one thing that Monty always delivered on, it was sex. You’d fucked on the vanity, against the window, in the Monty Gator Golf pool. He even ate you out on the middle of the stage late at night. You two had probably had every kind of sex you ever thought of having.

Except for one thing. The wildcard. The Roxanne Wolf. You weren’t stupid. You knew how she looked at you, and you knew that she and Monty were close- extremely so. It’s not like you minded it. Not at all; and you knew that your overprotective boyfriend knew too. It was an unspoken oddity of your relationship. If it had been anyone else, he probably would have flown off the handle. But Roxanne and you shared stolen glances, and her nails traced your hipbones as you passed down a tight corridor, and you were sure that was all it was ever gonna be.

So when they sat you down and proposed this- you had been taken aback. Your first thought had been that Roxy was just bored and wanted to hang out with you and Monty. After Monty patted his lap and told you to sit, you figured it was going another direction.

But not this.

Never this.

And god the adrenaline was racing through you.

They had explained it casually, toothy grins on their faces as they took you in.

Tomorrow night.

Chica’s Maze.

A game.

The rules would be simple.

You would start in the middle of the maze. You would find your way to the start or to the exit. That technicality didn’t bother either of them.

You would have a 5 minute head start. The time would be displayed on the wall for you.

It would be dark- but not pitch black.

You would be naked.

If you found your way out before they found you- you could have anything you wanted. And that meant anything at all. From either of them.

Roxanne had looked at you very pointedly when that part was discussed.

If you were caught- then they would do anything they wanted with you.

The offer had sent heat pooling down your spine. You’d done so much with Monty, and so little with Roxy.

So why not play?

“Of course”, he had reassured you, “we’ll level the playing field for you.”

The maze was always a rotating map. Neither of them would have the chance to memorize any path to find you on. And they wouldn’t camp out at the start or end- you had their word. Monty and Roxy would be wearing heavy bracelets around their ankles and hands- something to weigh them down a little. There would be forgiveness as well. If you were caught once, then you could continue on with a handicap. Something non-specified. A slap on the wrist before the real loss. They wouldn’t elaborate when you asked.

“What about your eyes?” you had asked Roxanne.

She got a certain look on her face then, one you couldn’t quite put a finger on.“That’s why you get the five minutes.”

So here you were now- the middle of Chica’s Mazercize. Monty had led you to the spot in the middle with strict instructions to close your eyes the whole way; tempting not to follow of course, but it’s far too exciting of an experience to waste it over breaking a rule as small as that.

Monty slides a cold claw down your front, wrapping the pads of his fingers around your nipple and giving it a small tug. At your slight moan, he chuckles and gets close to your ear.

“Count to 30 seconds before you open your eyes, m’kay?”

The cold air on your bare skin makes you bristle- along with something else.

“Okay.”

A ghost of a cold kiss is pressed against your cheek. “Good luck, baby.”

And with that, he leaves, the whirring of his gears fading into the distance.

As you count down, your worry your teeth between your lips, shifting your weight from side to side. This whole thing is crazy. You’d done a lot of crazy shit, but this- this is fucking crazy. But you were gonna play this game. You wanted to. You wanted them, and by god, they wanted you.

The only thing you weren’t sure you wanted was to win.

Time’s up.

Slowly, as if expecting something to jump out at you, you peel open your eyes at the maze before you. One by one, the lights shut off, creating a rapidly approaching darkness as the walls change and shift around you. Your breath catches in your throat as new pathways emerge and change before your eyes before settiling in four directions. The ground your standing on shifts as well- spinning you slowly for couple of rotations so you can no longer keep track of where the start and the end could possibly be.

North.

South.

East.

West.

You are hopelessly, helplessly lost as the final light flicks off, submerging the maze in a faint pink glow.

You have no idea where to go.

The thought makes you throb.

Above you, a giant red clock turns on to exactly 5:00. 5 minutes. 5 minutes to decide what to do- where to go.

North couldn’t hurt. North always seems to be the right answer in the stories; and really, how complicated could the maze be? It wasn’t designed to contain anything more than some casual paying guests. Maybe, you smile to yourself, you’d get out before your head start was even over. The two animatronics would be at your beck and call.

You step as quickly as you can without running down the pathway, pondering what you’d have them do to you when it hits you. Quite literally. Before you is a wall.

Left or right.

That small bubble of confidence within you begins to deflate- but the feeling between your thighs only gets worse.

4 minutes left.

You go right.

Within what feels like seconds, you hit a dead end.

A sweat starts to build on the back of your neck.

You go back down the way you came from, heading left this time. Your speed is picking up pace as you keep your eyes trained on the clock, watching valuable seconds of time circle down the drain.

Left. Right. Left. Straight.

You should have a strategy. If you pick straight enough times, will it lead you to the edge? Or was this map designed with that idea in mind?

Strategy. Strategy.

The seconds continue ticking away.

1:40 left.

Shit.

Pick left, then left again. Then pick right twice. It should lead you in the pattern of a square-like zigzag, and even if you hit the wall, you could use that as a guiding path. Right?

Right?

“One minute left!” The prerecorded voice of Chica spills over the maze from speakers, telling you that yes, you do indeed have 60 seconds to come up with a real plan on how to win this.

If you still want to win this.

Maybe that’s why you didn’t plan.

Your heart is hammering in your chest as the final seconds begin to tick away, the sound of a clock matching the beats of your feet into the ground. Strategy can no longer just be about how to get out. It now has to include how to stay hidden.

You’re trapped in a maze with two predator creatures- one built for speed, one for strength. They’re both taller than you. You know for a fact that Monty could easily toss you in the air if he wanted. You’ve heard rumors about the exact bite force of Roxy’s jaws. They’re smarter, equipped with the most modern technology in the world.

And Roxy can see you.

You just don’t know from how far away.

Fuck, what are they gonna do with you if you win?

“Uh oh!” Chica’s voice fills the maze once again, and you look towards the ceiling right as the clock his zero and a loud buzz echos through your bones. “Looks like you’re outta time!”

You’re still- deathly still as a beat of silence fills the massive maze. The only sound is your blood rushing through your ears.

And then a feminine laugh filled with absolute anticipation echos down the metal walls.

She’s here. They both are.

You don’t know what makes your body ache in anticipation more- her laugh, or the lack of your boyfriend’s.

They are two animalistic creatures made to hunt, and tonight, you are their prey.

It’s not about pure speed anymore as you go down your preplanned pathway. You’re trying to be as silent and as quick as you can be at the same time, which proves difficult.

You take a left.

The turn around the corner makes your stomach drop in fear and arousal as your eyes try to desperately find some hint of either of their presences. There’s nothing- and it’s relief and dread and ache that floods through you at the same time.

Keep going straight until you find another left.

Every sound in the maze makes your heart seize- but you’ve never felt more alive. Every pin drop, every settling noise of the pizzaplex has you stifling your own gasp of trepidation.

You find another left.

And someone is there.

It’s just a split second of danger recognition- their back is turned to you, and there’s so much adrenaline flooding through you that you don’t even know who it was. You just run.

As fast as you can, you turn back from where you can, your strides stretching as far as they can. You make the decision to dive behind another corner before you even register that there is one- it’s nearly an inperceptible slit in the walls- and as you hit the ground, you realize you’ve found the jackpot.

It’s a false wall. Made to confuse the customers- maybe scare actors stay there during the halloween season- you don’t know and quite frankly, you don’t give a shit. You crawl backwards on the floor until you’re flush with the farthest corner of the hiding place. You slap your hands over your mouth to try to quiet your breathing, eyes squeaking shut as the telltale footsteps inch closer.

It’s your boyfriend.

And he’s looking for you.

His heavy footsteps thunk into the metal floor and you squeeze your hands even tighter over your mouth.

“Baby?” His voice travels straight to your clit and you barely hold back a noise that’s pure animal-like need. You’re not thinking straight. The walls are spinning. Your pussy is throbbing.

He whistles low and slow as he walks right by.

And then he stops.

How much can he hear?

You stop breathing.

“Come on out for me, baby.” His voice is tensed with electric adrenaline, breath hissing through his mouth. “I can hear you.”

And you know he could. Monty has incredible hearing- better than you, certainly. And he doesn’t have bad eyesight- but certainly not Roxy’s.

Don’t find me. Don’t find me.

You manage to stay completely quiet, the need for oxygen burning in your lungs.

He keeps moving as your chest shakes, rounding some far off corner. You continue holding your breath as long as you can before you allow yourself to breathe as slowly and silently as you can.

Monty was going to be pissed.

The thought almost made your eyes roll back in your head.

After a few more moments you shakily stand and make your way to the exit of your hiding room. Your elbows are slightly bruised and scraped from your dive- but the ache is nothing compared to the building one between your legs. With one last glance around, you tiptoe out back onto the main path. That was close. Too close.

A part of you wonders what would have happened if he caught you just then.

Would he have pinned you down? Called Roxanne over? Given you whatever handicap you deserved? Or would he have simply picked you up right then and fucked you against the wall?

Turning in the opposite direction from where Montgomery went, you continue your strategy from before the close encounter. But as you continue walking, you lose more and more track of where you had first bumped into him. In the thrill of the chase, you had completely lost your bearings.

You continue going straight.

And then take a right. This pathway of the maze curves- perhaps this is the entrance to the maze, some kind of a lead-in.

You wall down the looming halls as it spirals into a circle. Your speed picks up along with the curves, getting tighter and tighter until a wall comes into sight in front of you.

There’s a sign there- a cartoon Chica with a frown on her face.

“Dead End!”

You only realize your mistake too late. Without notice, one second to the next- there she is. Her eyes are gleaming in the darkness, shining with hunger- shining at you. You gasp, the sound catching in your throat as you freeze. Roxanne is on you in seconds- no chance for you to even think about escaping. With a single hand she pushes you into the wall, squeezing your throat in her grasp. You can still breathe- but the intended effect is strong. She’s inches away from your face and smiling as you squirm under her, your hands grasping where hers lies on your throat, yet making no attempt to pull it away.

“Found you.”

Roxannes voice is husky with victory and lust.

Just as you get your bearings under her palm, she flips you so that your cheek is flush with the wall. You gasp as she moves up behind you, tracing your skin with a single pointy claw.

“You’ve been proving much more slippery then we initially thought. It’s almost impressive- is it a skill of yours, or just luck?”

To punctuate her words she softly curls her spare hand around your hipbone, her pinky finger drifting low enough to almost graze at your pussy slit. You let out a shuddered heave of a gasp when the very tip of her claw just barely touches your clit.

She cocks her head a little, making a false click of sympathy at your desperation. “Looks like it’s more like beginners luck.”

Roxy finally releases the back of your head from it’s pinned place. Instead, she smoothly- yet quickly- presses your chin up so that your head is arched back into her chest. Her thumb grazes your lip and presses just barely before a single drop of blood wells up.

Her hand moves down to fully cup you, and something inside of you breaks. You rut up into Roxy’s hand hard before you can even realize you’re doing anything. She stops it before it even starts, harshly hiking her hand up and away and grabbing the hilt of your chin in her hand.

“Ah ah- nope. Not yet. The rules say you get your handicap now.”

A whine from somewhere deep in you finds it way out your throat. Roxy chokes on her little laugh just slightly.

“Don’t push it. I’d use your mouth right now if I knew your boyfriend wouldn’t throw a tantrum- oh fuck, he’s gonna be so pissed when he finds out I got to you before he did.” The wolf laughs a little again before taking something out from behind her.

She wraps something long, black, and silky into her fist.

It’s a blindfold.

You were never meant to win this game at all.

With a swift hand, Roxanne ties the dark fabric around your eyes. It’s not even see through enough to see 5 inches in front of you, nevertheless 5 feet. The pitch blackness rule is clearly out the window. There’s no chance of your eyes even adjusting.

If before you were a rat in a trap, you are now the cheese.

Roxanne hums as she ever so slightly presses your body into the wall with hers. “Let’s hope that good luck of yours doesn’t run out.” She rocks against your ass once- just a tease of a grind, really, but the act makes you clutch her arm in desperation anyway.

“You have another five minutes to get going again- but I suppose you won’t be able to tell how much time had passed until our friend’s voice comes over the intercom, isn’t that right?”

Your voice breaks as she rocks again, even less so this time. “Please. Just take me now.”

“Are you saying you want to stop?”

“No i’m- i’m ready.”

“We’re not.”

Clearly, they want to play with their food.

“See you soon. Listen for your one and only’s reaction for me, won’t you baby?”

With one last cup of your ass, Roxy slips off into the unknown void that surrounds you.

A part of you just wants to slide down the wall and wait for them to realize that you haven’t moved an inch- but god, where’s the fun in that? You’re a player in a game you were doomed to fail- but you know just as well as they do that what comes in your failure is benefit. And part of the fun is the chase.

You’ll play your part.

You know they’ll play theirs.

Blindly, your trail your hand down the wall as you walk, quickly navigating yourself back down the spiral dead end. You’re just about to exit what you think is the beginning of the spiral when you hear it.

A growl, dark and deep and deliciously pissed off rumbles throughout the maze.

Roxanne was right- he really isn’t happy that she found you first.

You wonder what that means for you.

The thought only makes you move faster, adrenaline coursing deeper through your veins. You don’t know how much time you have left, but you’re gonna use it to the best of your abilities. You just have to hope you’re moving further away, not closer.

Will they hunt together now? No- Montgomery will be much too furious for that. Unless Roxanne makes him. Clearly, she has some kind of control over him that you’ve never known about; their own personal cat and mouse where both are the cat. Contrary to the animals they’re based off of, Monty’s blood runs hot in a hunt. He’s all force, all blind desire to take what is his. Roxanne appears to run cold- a deadly stalker in the night. She’s speed and strength and skill.

No matter their hunting plan, you’re royally fucked.

You race as fast as you dare down the pathways, taking lefts and rights like you know nothing- a part of you doesn’t. You know nothing about where you’re going or where you’re headed from.

Before you know it, you have one minute left. You must once again take up stealth over fast travel- so it’s best to get as far as possible first. Your hands are your only guide as you take another trip down another curve, praying you somehow haven’t moved in a big circle.

Time runs out as it always does.

Either by some miracle you blindly stumble your way across your finish line, or they find you freakishly fast. You’ll take either option- but you’re not going down without at least trying.

Another left.

You jump as a creak squeaks off in the distance, slamming your feet into the ground as your heart hammers in your chest.

Nothing.

You move on.

After 300 some paces you take a sharp right at the end of the corridor. That right ends in a sharp corner that your finger skips slightly over, and your heart skips a beat at the possibility that you’ve defied all the odds. You take one step, then two- and then there it is.

A thunk.

Another.

There he is.

You turn on your heel and run from the sound like a wild animal, knowing it’s entirely a fruitless endeavor. Monty makes a noise- deep, guttural, angry, and it only spurs you on further. You smile with your teeth bared, sure that at any moment you will feel his hands scrape you up and off the ground.

Good.

But it doesn’t come.

Instead, a familiar hand grabs your throat from the front.

Roxy.

You hadn’t even heard her coming.

Monty comes up from the behind.

“I fuckin’ had it, you know.” He presses himself pulley behind you, roughly grabbing your hips as you gasp. You can feel his dick pressed against your back, painfully hard. You hear the sound of his teeth grating. “I had them.”

“It’s a shame I got to them first then.”

You realize now that they’ve been playing a game of their own.

“Just cuz you wrap your fuckin’ claws around their throat doesn’t mean shit, wolf.”

She clicks her tongue. “That’s not all I’ve done. Look closer.”

You tremble between them in the silence.

Slowly, Roxanne pushes your chin up to show your face to your boyfriend. The air is electric, tense. Your breaths are coming in in slight heaves as Roxanne tugs your bottom lip down with her claw.

She flicks the small bloody scab with the point of her talon.

“You fuckin’ marked them?”

You don’t need to see Roxanne’s expression to know its a smug one.

“Before me?”

“Oh well.”

Montgomery trembles behind you as Roxanne gets closer, still pressing your face to the sky. Her tits brush against your bare skin and you shudder even more.

“Maybe you should ask them what’s wrong, Montgomery. If you wanna have the honors.”

Your boyfriend isn’t used to being bossed around, not in any capacity. You’ve never done it before, never even seen it happen.

You feel his face lower towards yours. “I don’t need to ask. I already know.”

He pulls you away slightly from Roxy and presses a finger against your clit hard. Your entire body jumps as you let out a moan. “Fuck, Monty.”

“See how it’s my name they’re saying? How their body responds to me at a single fuckin’ touch?”

“Funny. Their body was doing something similar when I started dry humping them in the maze.”

And that’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Everyone has a breaking point. The rules of the game state that you are theirs to do what they please with- and it seems that part of what they want to do is to out perform each other. You’re just along for the ride. Monty’s breaking point is knowing she got to you first.

You’re dragged away several feet by your boyfriends hands, the air around you moving to tell you that the wolf is in quick pursuit.

“Cmon, Monty. Don’t be jealous.”

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up.”

Roxy reaches out beyond you and places a hand on your boyfriend. “Take their pussy first. It’ll make you feel better.”

You gasp as Monty growls, putting you on something soft. You can’t understand what it is- it feels like a mattress, which makes no fucking sense because you’re in a maze- but before you can begin thinking about that, Monty starts crawling on top of you.

Your breathing catches in your throat as you feel his dick slap against your stomach, leaving a warm sticky smear on your skin. “Can I take the blindfold off?”

A pause.

“No. Not yet.” Monty’s hands are rough as he runs them down your sides. “You’ll get to see us when you’ve earned it.”

“But I-”

Montgomery cuts you off by squeezing your jaw shut in the palm of his hand. “I didn’t ask you, slut.” With that, he uses his free hand to push up your right leg over his shoulder. His cock now rests on your thigh, heavy and weeping. “I am not fuckin’ happy with you.”

His dick tells a different story, but you aren’t able to open your mouth to tell him that.

Like before, he presses a single finger on your clit hard- this time, his thumb. He’s tense with his jealousy and lust, breath coming out heavy. You keen as he starts moving his thumb in a circle, the coolness of his skin making you jolt.

“You are such-”

Roxanne cuts Monty off. “Stop arguing with them and start prepping them to take you already.”

“And why should I fuckin’-

“Cuz I get their mouth.”

Fuck.

Roxy walks over. “Can’t sit on their fucking face if you keep talking.”

You tremble even more as you feel her kneel behind your head. As she takes your chin as leans you back, Montgomery pinches your clit between two fingers.

“Fuck- mm- Christ, Monty-

He tugs a little and your hips buck up.

“Can I please, please see you both now?”

Roxanne hums, and her body whirs as she positions herself over your face. “Hm. I don’t know. Why don’t you ask him?”

You’re moaning, the feeling of him slightly kneading your clit between his fingers making you ache.

“Use your words. Ask him.”

You moan again, unable to help yourself. “Monty, Monty-

He lets go of your clit and the sheer ache of it makes you cut yourself off again.

“Can’t even fuckin’ ask me, huh?”

“Please.”

“What are you even askin’ for?”

You’re suddenly not sure.

Roxanne laughs. “That’s what we thought. Open your mouth. Tap a couple times on my thigh if you can’t handle it, okay?”

“Mhm.”

She squeezes your mouth open a little. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“Okay.”

“That’s good.”

And with that, she lowers herself onto your face. You know she’s restraining herself- if she really sat, she’d kill you, but the sheer thought of that sends even more arousal through you. Though she’s not using her full weight, she is certainly still on you.

She’s warm.

“Stick your tongue out for me.”

You do, and she groans, starting to rock herself against your tongue. You can only just breathe, and the feeling is making you pleasantly fuzzy as your senses are overwhelmed.

“Told you they’re good, aren’t they Rox?”

“Fuck.”

You stick your tongue out further.

“Jesus, fucking slut-” Roxy grabs your chest in her hand and tugs on your nipple. Your moan must send some kind of vibration to her clit, because she hisses through her teeth as you do it.

“You’re crazy for letting us do this to you, baby.” Montgomery pushes two fingers inside of you. “I’ve got such a whore on my hands, don’t I? Letting us do whatever we want to you. Slippery little tease.” Your hips involuntarily buck, but he’s far too strong for you to get much of anywhere. Your cry of pleasure can’t even by silenced by Roxy’s cunt.

And Monty is huge. His fingers are already thick enough to deliciously scrape against your g-spot without doing much of anything, and his fingers are nothing compared to how his dick feels inside of you. As he slides another finger inside of you, you can hear the wet squelch of your pussy.

Of course, you can hardly hear it over the muffling that Roxanne’s thighs provide- her legs are only just squeezing your head as she grinds deeper and harder on your tongue. You’re not in pain- no, you’re in ecstasy as you wrap your lips around her clit and suck.

As you use more pressure, Monty pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy. The intense moaning makes Roxanne toss her head back. “Whatever you’re doing to them, keep fucking doing it.”

It’s Monty’s turn to chuckle as he maintains his speed. Your moan hits a higher note as your involuntarily squeeze around him, and Roxanne cums all over your face.

Fucking christ.

After a few more rocks of her hips, the wolf climbs off your face and you gasp. Roxanne cups your face and wipes her fluids off of your chin before placing them in your mouth.

“Clean me off.”

You obediently lick her fingers clean with a whine, and she groans. “I think they deserve their sight back now, don’t you, Montgomery?”

He gives a sigh of false contemplation. “Did they do a good job?”

“Clearly.”

His grin is evident in his voice. “That’s my bitch. Go on.”

Roxy peels off your blindfold, damp with sweat and her juices. You blink as your eyes adjust to your surroundings, and you discover that your are indeed on a mattress in a corridor of the maze.

They must have set up spots to fuck you across it.

You groan as Monty and Roxy help flip you onto your hands and knees. Monty slips his fingers, now warm from your pussy, out of you and you whine at the feeling.

“Don’t complain. I’m gonna stuff you full of somethin’ in just a second.”

You don’t have words anymore- you’re exhausted from the chase, and it’s like your brain has totally lost all knowledge on what your vocabulary is. You just know that the ache between your thighs is unbearable, and that you’re drooling over your bottom lip, and that you just want them to fuck you.

Roxanne sits in front of you and takes your chest into her hands, rubbing and pulling on your nipples. You lurch forwards at her touch- which is when Monty starts rubbing his cockhead against your pussy hole.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Getting all excited over just me doing this? You really must have gotten all wet n fuckin’ ready for us, didn’t you?” Monty slaps your clit with his dick, smearing his precum all over you.

“Yes.” You don’t have it in you to be embarrassed anymore. “Need you. Need you both.”

They both groan at your pitiful response.

“What do you need us to do?” Roxanne stops pinching one of your nipples to cup your whole chest on that side.

Your boyfriend keeps gliding his dick across your clit, and you’re going goddamn insane because of it. “Touch me.”

“We are touching you.”

You’re gonna fucking cry if they keep on doing this game of verbal back and forth with you. You don’t have the strength.

You groan, cringing in on yourself slightly. “Want Monty to fuck me while you rub my clit and touch me- touch me all over.”

“That’s better.” Roxanne makes eye contact with your boyfriend. “Well? Whenever you’re ready.”

And with that, Monty bottoms out in you with one thrust.

No matter how many times you’ve taken him, you just can’t seem to get used to how fucking big his dick is. It’s long and thick and he’s always super fucking messy, and even though its by far not your first time doing it, it burns so fucking good as he pushes all the way in. You cry out, shaking as he gives you a moment to adjust.

Roxy slides her hands down and presses on your pelvis, causing your eyes to roll back in your head. “I can feel him all the way up there.”

You don’t have it in you to respond. You’re blabbering now as she catches your head from meeting the mattress. “Can’t- mm- fuck- can’t fucking take it-

“I know you can.” Monty shifts forwards a bit, somehow hitting impossibly deeper. “We know you can.”

You just cry in pleasure as he continues. “Tell us you want this. Tell us how bad you want this, or we’ll stop.”

No.

“I want- fuck, please, please, please I want this, I want you Monty, please, please-

He wraps his hands around your hipbones and starts thrusting, and the rest of the world snaps away. Roxanne picks your limp upper body up and readjusts you so that you’re kneeling at an angle and draped over her shoulders. You weakly grasp as her back, nails finding no purchase in her metal skin as your boyfriend fucks up into you. Nothing exists besides how good his cock feels grinding and pumping up into your hole- there’s just pure pleasure.

Roxanne slips a hand under your body and starts rubbing your clit while Monty continues to fuck you with a brutal pace. You can’t even moan, it feels that good- all that comes out of you is a squeak of a cry. You’re mouth open, panting out huffs of breaths as you cling to Roxanne like a lifeline.

“You didn’t tell me how pretty their face was when they got all fucked out.”

Monty has his head down, eyebrows screwed up and moaning as he fucks you. “Well, that’s your own damn fault for not realizing. Fuckin’ look at ‘em.”

You can see Roxanne looking at you through your lidded eyes, too drunk on pleasure to register her own expression of lust. “It is.”

You just lay there and take both of their actions, too overwhelmed with pleasure to do anything but moan. You’re sure the maze is echoing with the sounds of you and your pussy- fuck, there’s probably a little wet spot under you from his actions- and you just can’t seem to care.

Monty growls under his breath, taking his frustration out on your pussy. “Fuckin’ snuck past me, What the hell is that?- and tried to run from me?”

“m’- m‘sorry Monty-” is all you can reply with.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I fuckin’ know.”

Before you even fully realize it, your orgasm is building in your lower stomach. They must notice some change in you that you can’t, because all of a sudden, Montgomery starts pounding into you faster. The change of pace would normally slow your climax down a little, but the swirl of Roxanne’s fingers feel so good that it picks right back up again.

The wolf laces her free hand through your hair, grounding you with slightly stinging pressure. “Just hold it for a little bit longer. We both know he’s close, don’t we?”

It’s true. He’s sliding in and out of you at a near extreme pace, his grip on your hips slightly too tight. If you could hear him over your own moans, you’d know he was nearly as loud as you.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t- please let me come, please-

Roxanne hushes you. “We know you can. Just be patient and hold it.”

You sob, clutching onto to her tighter than you thought possible.

Monty’s hips begin to stutter and he grabs the mattress, claws piercing the soft material. “Fuck, fuck, that’s it baby, keep squeezing me just like that. That’s right, that’s my good fuckin’ slut-”

You gasp, the last of your reasoning hanging on for those telltale words of permission from your boyfriend.

“You can cum now, cum for me, that’s it, let go-

Roxy firmly roots her claws in your hair, and with that, you cum.

You can’t even tell how long it really goes on for. It feels like eternities. Some part of you can hear your cry of ecstasy as you finally cum on his dick and her hand, but the rest of you is too caught up in the white hot pleasure coursing through your veins. Monty comes inside of you, his warmth flooding your lower stomach, and continues to hump his dick up into you well after he’s done so that you can ride it all out. You bounce on him too, unable to help yourself as your orgasm fades away.

When you come back to your senses, you’re in Monty’s arms as he holds you, Roxanne seating right beside. You’re covered in sweat, aching, exhausted- and extremely happy.

“You know. You were pretty damn close to winnin’, baby.” Montgomery tells you as you look around.

“Really?”

Roxanne smiles. “Couple more turns and you would have walked through the exit.”

You sigh, looking up at the ceiling, and then between the two animalistic creatures above you.

And you know to ask just one thing.

“So when are you gonna let me try again?”

END

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Notre Dame Chapter 13: “The Bonfire”

Against all odds, it’s returned.

And it’s split into two parts, with this one being the first. Buckle up, because this is going to be a doozy.

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Vehicles swarmed the front entrance of the abandoned mall. Construction workers yelled down to other professions down below. Firefighters formed a blockade around the closed metal door. An electrician and a locksmith stood behind them, locked in hushed (but certainly tense) debate on how to do their jobs safely. And, arguably tasked with the most important job of all, Gregory sat there with walkie-talkie in hand. Waiting for something, though only he knew what.

Inside the mall itself, final preparations were underway. Judge Glitch readied the elevator contraption. The tar-colored wires buzzed with Agonia’s energy, though the ghost himself was nearly drained. Vanessa peered outside the castle windows with weary eyes— All her attention fixated on Cassie listlessly trailing behind the greenish rabbit.

Minutes flew by for both sides. The unseen drums of justice rumbled louder and louder… Both literally and figuratively, given the Judge’s choice of music for the occasion. And, as amusing as it may sound here, it did not sound that way to anyone attending that morning. Especially once a torch-wielding Glitch decided to lead Cassie to the elevator.

With a flourish, the rabbit snatched the mask away with his free hand. He drew himself up to his most upright stature, then cleared his throat. “The child known as ‘Cassie’ has been found guilty of invading an abandoned Fazbear property and aiding a fellow lawbreaker,” he announced firmly, his voice echoing across the kingdom’s remains. “I have given her the death sentence, as per the protocol that has been rightfully bestowed upon me. It will be swift, momentarily painful, and a final voyage for this decrepit elevator.”

Cassie’s mind jolted out of its disorientation. Her eyes darted around, taking in everything she was about to encounter. The narrow walls that would be her tomb, the torch that would set the entire section ablaze, and the judge that would never be defied.

Her heart raced even faster as the rabbit leaned towards her. Before her eyes, his expression turned analytical. “Here you stand at the brink of the abyss,” he said in a much quieter tone. “And yet, you show only a typical amount of fear. The fear kids like you get when a roller coaster readies itself to plummet. Ever-gnawing anticipation, but no desire to scream and try to claw your way out. Not with you, at least.”

Cassie swallowed back her urge to tell him about her fear of heights. “What.. does that mean?” she asked instead.

Glitch’s left ear raised. He grinned. “It means that there’s still a chance to escape,” he explained darkly. “You become my new apprentice, and I’ll spare you from the fire. Gregory and Vanny will be free, you’ll be given a chance to live here, and I’ll have my bravest… ‘friend’ yet.” He watched his listener’s face closely. Her expressions were not promising, despite the enticing offer. “The choice is yours,” he concluded grimly. “It’s me or the fire. Think carefully, child.”

Everything Cassie witnessed last night played back in her mind. The conversations she shared below the castle. Agonia’s terror as the Judge entered the room and ruined everything. Vanessa comforting her as the rest of those terrible hours waned on. Gregory’s sobs as he recounted what he remembered from his previous encounters with The Judge…

All of this recalling happened in mere seconds, but it was long enough for her to come to a conclusion. She took a few steps deeper into the elevator. Her upset eyes focused on the rabbit. “No,” she answered coldly. “G-Give me the fire. I can’t let you hurt my friends anymore.”

The Judge gnashed his teeth. “So be it,” he responded in turn, straightening his posture yet again. He pressed the button with his free hand, then backed away quickly. “After some last-minute discussion, her fate has been decided,” he continued, switching back to his authoritative voice. “She has refused to accept my offer of pardon, so now I will do likewise. The sentence commences immediately.” And, putting words to action, Glitch placed the fiery torch on the elevator as well as the makeshift wooden beams surrounding it. The flames wormed their way around the beams, then got to work on what mattered. Slow as it was, it brought a triumphant smile to the rabbit’s face.

Agonia gazed from his bell tower. His eyes vacantly observed the scene before him. His master putting out the torch and walking away as if he had simply lit a campfire. The elevator creaking under pressure and intense heat. Distant, but incessant banging coming from the Pizzaplex’s front entrance— No doubt coming from locals who were as horrified as Vanessa was.

And, though one could debate what exactly caused it, something made him stir. 

No. He didn’t just stir.

He screamed.

“CASSANDRA!”

Descending into an even wilder panic, he leaped onto the railing. He pulled on the wires with all his might, but—as expected—he couldn’t loose himself. Not with his strength practically deprived from him.

The wires, however, did give him an idea. One that would’ve better suited someone like him, anyway.

With what ghostly power he did have left, he tugged his arm binds towards him. Purple sparks spiraled down to the bundles below, prompting them to spring to “life”. They tore apart what was left of the burning wood. A ‘stray’ one slammed itself onto the elevator control panel, mashing the up button with all its might. The rest blockaded the metal doors like a thorn wall, absorbing the orange flames and turning them a ghoulish violet hue as they vanished.

Using some careful (yet spectral) hearing, Agonia listened for the elevator’s cable system. Just as planned, it was ascending at the fastest speed it reasonably could. Using that knowledge, he primed his “army” down below. They split away like an upside-down curtain, leaving only the upper half open.

Judge Glitch (who had been yelling at Agonia for a few minutes by this point) now spotted an opening. He lit his torch once again, surveyed the bizarre opponents before him, then positioned himself to run. He let out a hoarse cackle before he charged at the elevator.

But Roxanne beat him to it. She furiously “shoved” him out of the way and scrambled to the two metal doors. Her two sharp pried them open, though it did take some effort. “Cassie, get out of there!” she bellowed, desperately relying on her own sense of sound to find the child. “We don’t have much time!”

Unfortunately, Cassie didn’t answer.

Roxanne cautiously leapt down. She could sense that Cassie was lying on the cold floor. 

As there was no time to mourn or to diagnose, however, Roxanne took this as a sign to scoop Cassie into her arms. The wires aided her as she jumped back into the main building… Right before they all had to dodge the lit torch hurtling itself towards them. Roxanne ducked and weaved out of the way. The wires slammed the doors shut a second too late. The elevator was on fire again.

Judge Glitch followed Roxanne in hot pursuit. He scrambled after her, struggling to snatch anything within reach. Anything that could pull her away from Cassie— Literally or metaphorically. But, as she was hopelessly fast for a sightless wolf, he had no chance of catching up.

As these two ran towards the side of the castle, the remaining wires regrouped. They waited for their master’s bidding, then slithered after the hurrying pair. Some slid their way across the floor, others scaled the walls like vines, but only a few properly followed the action before lifting the girl from Roxanne’s arms. Then, with effort on all sides, they carefully swung Cassie from one “friend” to another. They made their way to the front of the building, then rose higher and higher until they reached the bell tower itself.

Agonia watched as his newfound extensions gently laid Cassie on the stone floor. Then, with renewed strength of a different kind, he dismissed them with one cable-breaking tug of his arm. The purple sparks vanished from the lingering wires, prompting them to return to “lifelessness”.

After some more untangling, he hopped down from the railing. His satisfaction turned bitter as he finally confirmation on what happened to Cassie. She was, in fact, out cold. And most likely suffering from bruising, given how sudden the elevator’s stop must’ve been.

He peered at the world down below. Judge Glitch and Roxanne had finally stopped their chase. The fire was rising higher and higher, but that seemed to be the least of their worries. What they did seem to be concerned about was the sudden influx of actual humans invading the premises. And most of them were enraged rather than concerned by now.

Thinking quickly, Agonia zipped over to the cowering Roxanne. Tell-tale sparks flashed from her neck  as her demeanor shifted. She scrambled her way to the courtyard staircase, then fumbled her way inside. Her ears did catch Judge Glitch’s orders to “arrest” her, but that wasn’t her main focus. A brand new set of instructions ran through her subroutines: Go to Cassie. Tend to her in the lower levels. Leave them to me.

Not having much choice, Roxanne followed these instructions to the letter. She swerved onto the nearest staircase, barreled towards the bell tower itself, then vanished with Cassie as quickly as possible.

Agonia took one last glance over the railing. Because of his dealing with Roxanne, the commotion below took him by surprise. Several people were now banging on the doors as if they were barred shut. Judge Glitch held a third torch in his hands, screaming threats and brandishing sparking flames all about. The rest of the visiting group was either trying to put out the elevator fire or anxiously trying to find someone. Anyone who was reported at the first fire, if he was reading lips correctly.

In short, it was absolute chaos down there. Chaos, Agonia figured, he could reorganize if he just…

He froze in place. All of his flaws magnified themselves in his mind. The scars turned sickening and ever-winding across the more human half of his body. His crooked legs buckled under the weight of his lanky, yet hunched form. The more “pixelated” portion of himself seemed ever-changing like a horrific, living mosaic. Even his voice strained his own ears as he tried to wrestle with the rest of these malformations.

Dare he subject himself to scrutiny yet again?

Dare he subject those poor souls to his hideous appearance?

With a sharp twist of his body, he pried himself off the railing. He hobbled over to the giant bell and gripped the rope tightly. His uneven mouth formed a silent prayer as he shut his eyes.

A clatter of bells echoed down below. Most of the searching people stopped in their tracks. The more furious members were ushered to pipe down by their more levelheaded companions. Judge Glitch himself felt a surge of horror run through his “bones”. A couple of the rescuers yelled in triumph, though the elevator’s flames still posed a secondhand threat to them. 

Agonia, far too engrossed in his plans to notice, leaped from the tower to the Princess’ Perch. The bell slowly ceased its ringing as its ringer made his own voice heard. “Sanctuary!” he bellowed as best he could. “Sanctuary!” Then, after a brief pause, he yelled with even more vitriol: “SANCTUARIUM”.

That last word, though its meaning was the same as the others, struck pure fear in the heart of Judge Glitch. His ears pinned back. His eyes darted to and fro, helplessly watching his last shreds of power get stolen away. It took him a sharp prod in the arm to get him to return to some level of normalcy. “I defy the laws of Sanctuary,” he snarled as soon as he came to, yanking his arm away from a puzzled bystander. “Seize the Castle.”

“But, sir,” the bystander argued weakly, “I don’t even work here—“

“Did I stutter?”

“No, s-sir—“

“Then get some ‘friends’ and seize the castle,” Glitch sneered, looming over the frazzled ‘worker’. “Leave that gruesome ghost to me. I know just how to deal with him.”

Feeling hopeless about his words, the poor man simply nodded and fled. Glitch, meanwhile, stormed over to the courtyard steps. He tore past the rest of the crowd, leaving singe marks and searing pain in many shoulders. He rammed his shoulder against the door, but to no avail. His blood boiled even more as he spotted Vanessa slipping away into the main village. He would have shrieked some sort of insult towards her, but the sight of that cowardly “employee” recruiting some fellow ‘knights’ restored his senses. Even more so when they started crafting a makeshift battering ram from the remaining logwood.

Agonia watched all of these developments with a growing scowl. He gradually crept closer and closer to one of the tower pillars, eyeing it whenever he could. His mind spun with newfound plans, but only one seemed reasonable.

He put a hand to the ivy-like wires. His mouth once again moved with some kind of plea, though only he alone knew what that was. Whatever the words, it seemed to revive the mounds of cables with greater power. They regrouped at the front of the castle, transforming into a wide blockade.

The “knights”, completely unprepared for such a thing, dropped their battering ram. “We can’t get through that!” one of them yelled to the equally-alarmed Judge. “You’re on your own!”

Judge Glitch finally managed to stumble his way inside the castle. As he regained his sense of balance, a barrage of static and wave-like crashing drummed into his ears. Purple lights flashed under the door, but only for a moment. Any faint cries of horror he did hear afterwards, he brushed aside. Those weren’t the ones he needed to hear. Not now.

The rabbit quickly hid behind a tattered curtain. He waited there for a few good minutes, listening intently. Outside, it seemed as if the cables only made the less “treacherous” more bold in their futile attempts. Firefighters traded orders left and right. Construction workers reported their findings to some other branch of outside authority as they battled the smoke. Even Gregory and Vanessa banded together to rally some other rescue group.. Though, from what he could gather, these fools were not investigating the castle first thing.

Which was perfect.

All he had to do now was lay low.

From the west side of the hallway, a lone door swung open. Agonia, with a great swiftness he never had before, rushed into a half-open side door. “I did it, Cassie!” his hoarse voice cried out as it grew fainter and fainter. “I finally helped somehow…!”

The Judge stepped outside of his hiding spot. A grin finally returned to his face. Yes. He did, in fact, help. Very much, actually.

Dancing between motives, Glitch glided across the hall. He slowly descended the stone staircase, making his footsteps practically noiseless. His ears raised high in the air, adjusting themselves like television satellites. He had. To time this. Correctly.

Agonia, unaware of his master’s looming presence, followed Roxanne back into Eclipse’s chamber. His once-lively movements slowed to a tragic crawl. He tried to peer over the wolf’s shoulder, but her matted hair blocked his view. The lack of light in the room, however, did not bode well. Neither did the sudden dread building in his very soul.

He had witnessed this before, though not with Cassie. Not even with her circumstances, in fact.

It was a boy. In a hospital bed.

And… that boy was on his final throws. An accident that couldn’t be prevented was the cause.

The air, though much more musty here, carried that same cold feeling. The stillness of the scene matched as well.

“No,” Agonia thought as all these sensations sunk in. “It can’t be.”

Roxanne finally stopped. She moved aside, though she was understandably slow. Her voice box made no sound as Agonia stepped forward.

There laid Cassie on a pile of those pillows. Her body was motionless, even as Agonia approached. Medical kits and Roxanne-themed memorabilia blockaded him from drawing any closer. Diagnosis after diagnosis filed through his mind. Her skin showed no signs of fatal burns, despite the bandages she did have. The elevator change-up was as smooth as he could make it, but neither direction should have brutally injured her. So, given what little medical knowledge he did have, the thing that might have taken her was…

“The smoke,” Agonia muttered at last, clutching his head as he fell onto his knees. “The smoke from that pyre. It…” His attempt at a levelheaded conclusion melted into pitiful sobs.

Roxanne, relying on subroutines alone, scooped Cassie up into her arms. Wordlessly, she lumbered past the mourning specter. Her worn-down body ascended the stone staircase, nearly senseless to anything else around her. All that seemed to matter was the one objective she had left: To inform the rest, no matter the risk.

Judge Glitch, sensing his opportunity, emerged from the shadows. He strolled into the chamber, keeping his ears and eyes low. His expression stayed solemn as he sat himself beside his grieving companion.

The hunched figure felt a more deathly chill rush down his twisted spine. “W-We killed her, Master,” he stammered out hoarsely. “Both of us d-did.”

Judge Glitch raised an eyebrow. “We both had our duties,” he reasoned with a shrug, his tone gaining a bit of genuineness. “You had your foolish endeavors, and I had my job to carry out. All we can do now is go back to the way we were. Before any of this ever happened.”

Agonia’s expression shifted. “How?” he asked incredulously, turning to look at his master right in the eyes. 

“You come back with me, of course,” Glitch responded, faking a tender voice. “I’ll make sure you’ll forget everything about these past few months. The world out there, Gregory, Vanessa… All the things that’s led us to this awful night, gone within a week.” His eyes began to glow with those hypnotic purple rings. “We’ll need to adjust things, yes, but that won’t take long,” he continued, inching closer to his listener. “Come on now, onus meum, let’s go back to your Sanctuary. Your true sanctuary.”

Agonia blinked rapidly, then shook his head. “‘Sanctuary?’” he repeated with a scoff, backing away rather quickly. “This isn’t a Sanctuary—You’re not a Sanctuary! You’re a—!” He stopped. His skeletal hand tremblingly held his throat. Was his voice.. ever this clear before?

“I’m a what, Agonia?” Glitch questioned coldly, crossing his arms. “If you have to insult me, then at least be brave enough to finish it.”

Agonia gingerly rose to his feet. “You’re a dungeon,” he hissed sharply, gnashing his teeth. “I… w-would’ve said ‘leech’, but that’s an insult to the bug itself.”

“I don’t really think an actual leech would care, Agonia,” Glitch answered nonchalantly, rising to his own feet in turn. “Say all the nasty things you want about me. It won’t change a thing.” Once he was behind his listener, the rabbit halted his steps. “Your suffering will end one day,” he continued stiltedly, drawing out a knife from his tattered jacket. “And, if need be, I will make that day today.” He analyzed his target, readied the blade, then started to swing.

What was not accounted for was how quickly Agonia would turn around. In a matter of seconds, he was grasping both the judge’s wrist and the knife handle. The pair vied for control over the situation, but Agonia wrestled the weapon out of his opponent’s hands. He watched as his master fell back onto the floor with a thump.

Glitch’s heart fell to his digital stomach. “A-Agonia,” he sputtered out, tugging at his flopped-over ear. “A-Agonia, I—“

“My name isn’t Agonia, sir,” ‘Agonia’ cut in, his tone dancing between politeness and cold rage. “Not my real one, anyway.”

The Judge’s ears raised a little. “Really?” he asked in a honest tone. “”Wh-What is it?”

‘Agonia’ slid the knife between his hands, as if cleaning it of impurities. “It’s William Afton, sir,” he corrected before he tossed the weapon onto the floor. “But, in all honesty,‘Agonia’ better suits me nowadays. With or without you.”

To say that Judge Glitch felt a scream in his throat was an understatement.

[kittykatkatelol]

ROXANNE A. LORE TIME FOLKS (i made this oc when I was 12 and for some reason the universe said you are her sorry about your luck so yes very cringe lore and that's why it sounds like a small child wrote it to be cool bc it was 😭😭)

@fishiiboi

okay basically !! mr william afton adopted her (there's a bunch of bs about that BUT imma try and make this not super long lmao) and due to ✨️science✨️ willy convinced her to go into springlock suit commit murders and then die in said suit- BUT REMNANT✨️✨️ so she didn't die or whatever and lived like springtrap until willy also got stuck in springlock suit and became la springtrap

fnaf 3 happens yadeyada she hated mike bc she's an absolute daddy's girl and mike is mike

sister location also happens before fnaf 3 and like that happens she's also funtime foxy I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THAT HAPPENED 😭😭

THEN THEN help wanted after all the bullshit of fires and stuff (fnaf 6/pizza stim never happened strangely) glitchtrap happens and all that fun stuff , she continues being like his personal murder assistant

THEN VANESSA ENTERS THE PICTURE

roxanne hates vanessa bc she was supposed to be like the replacement to roxanne but begrudgingly teaches Vanessa how to not suck at her job and they ARE THE SLOWEST BURN BS YOULL EVER SEE

but eventually (honestly don't remember what leads up to it) they kiss and become unofficial gfs

OH I FORGOT TO MENTION ROXANNE IS QUITE LITERALLY JUST A GIRL WITH ROBOTIC INSIDES DUE TO SPRINGLOCKS AND REMNANT HOLDING HER TOGETHER SO SHES LIKE 80 AND WAS EXPERIMENTED ON WITH FUCKING DOG REMNANT (Susie's fucking dog) AND FUCKING GAINED WOLF EARS AND TAIL - I HAVE 0 IDEA WHERE SHE GAINED WINGS BUT THOSE ALSO EXIST - and she disguises herself with a illusion disc to make herself look normal human (Vanessa knows all this I have 0 idea why she was soooo cool with it 😭)

but yeah basically marriage but like unofficially bc Roxanne's legally dead and isn't supposed to exist and also a robot wolf girl thing and vanessa is just trying not to piss off willy

also she has like vox's eye thing and manipulate ppl w/ that bc Glitchtrap in brain cells goes brrr (and communicate telepathically with ennard and Glitchtrap 😭 there is sm lore with her and ennard and it's all so bizarre 😭😭)

that is the cliff notes 😭😭

[yanderes-galore]

Anon couldn't be here for the request period so I reserved two requests for them.

Anon said: "I know you said writing self-aware stuff isn’t your favorite thing, but I loved the Self-Aware!Glamrock Freddy thing you've written and now have a mighty need for more self-aware Security Breach, specifically with the other Glamrocks considering they're not only chasing you around the entire game, but they also get smashed up in pretty brutal ways by the player (which I imagine would be painful to go through multiple playthroughs). That said, I feel like Roxanne Wolf would be also be a good ‘character made self-aware’ candidate, as it’s stated in-game that she’s able to see things the others can’t, which would translate well to a character that can perceive the virtual environment they’re in. May we have self-aware hcs for her? Possibly including her being shattered multiple times and how she'd feel/react?"

A/N: I suppose I can, yes! I'll just be rambling about my thoughts on this. Plus, I will also mention Security Breach main game and Ruin in this a bit.

Yandere! Self-Aware AU! Roxanne Wolf Concept

(Mentions Security Breach and Ruin)

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Feelings of betrayal, Angst, AI becoming sentient, Fear of abandonment, Violence, Trauma mention, Twisted sense of attachment, Disturbing themes.

When it comes to the other Glamrocks in FNAF Security Breach, I'd say they're in worse condition than Freddy.

While Freddy appears to have a relatively nice time interacting with the player through Gregory, Roxy does not.

Think about it, Roxy's experience with the player character main game is getting a kart smashed into her face and her eyes removed-

Which is why I feel most of her feelings would develop in Ruin more than the main game.

I think it's an interesting idea to mention Roxy's eyes.

It is mentioned in game that her eyes can see things others can't.

In this case it's not just seeing walls, it's seeing you.

For some reason she's more attuned to your presence than any of the others.

She can sense you/see you using Gregory as some sort of host.

It takes her awhile but she soon realizes your actions are "pre-coded" for the most part.

Certain events in the game have to happen... Roxy learns this as you play the game over and over again.

At first she doesn't understand why you'd hurt her.

Why do you keep putting her through all this pain?

It does hurt her when you have to beat her down and take her eyes.

It does hurt her when you abandon her after that.

She doesn't get it, she wishes it would stop.

However, part of her realizes it's not in your control when she hears you comment on it.

You appear to feel bad for her fate.

Even when she has to suffer through it countless times.

She still hates the fact she's forced to deal with the pain.

Yet she can't bring herself to hate you fully.

She knows you're causing her pain... but you must not mean it, right?

Roxy really does hope she is you favorite....

At first she hates you but can't bring herself to express such feelings.

In a way she's curious about you, even when she's busted and shattered.

You probably don't mean it.

Oh but she hates the pain.

I feel where her obsession really starts is in Ruin.

She's even worse than how she originally was, constantly crying about how she looks and the trauma of it all most likely.

This is when she notices you take a new vessel, Cassie.

As Cassie... you're so much nicer.

The game allows you to be so much softer and Roxy finds himself chasing that comfort.

She's still hurt from the previous events... but in Ruin she feels compelled to help you.

Here... it feels like you've come to make things right.

Roxy fears being alone more than anything.

So with your host being Cassie she'll probably find herself growing attached again.

Her senses would become dulled after her eyes are gone but she still knows you're there.

She remembers what you look like and yearns to see you again.

Roxy develops an unhealthy attachment towards you, due to the fact she feels any attention is good attention I guess.

She tries not to blame you for her destruction but she can't ignore it.

Roxy loves/hates you.

She hates you as Gregory, stealing her sight and smashing her to bits.

Yet she loves you as Cassie, fixing your mistakes by trying to help her.

Roxy knows she can't truly live without you.

That's true in more ways than one, too.

Roxy may be willing to tolerate her destruction if it means she doesn't lose you.

She fears you leaving her, even though you've caused her pain she feels you can fix her too.

In reality she really does feel like some sort of toy to you.

She isn't really sure how to feel.

Would things be better if she wasn't so sentient?

Or would she feel... more alone?

Safe to say Roxy's feelings towards you are rather conflicted due to what Gregory and Cassie do to her.

Between her being shattered and her obsessive nature towards you... she isn't sure what she wants.

Such decisions only make the wolf suffer more, unfortunately.

Even by the end of it all... Roxy can't bring herself to hate you.

In the end... she needs you.

She just hopes you need her too... even if it means she's your toy to break.

[bradsmindbrain]

Roquefort Headcanons because I’m Down Bad for this Man

● The oldest of the game’s cast, being a few years older than Roxanne, and being in his mid fifties.

● Gay, I say this solely because that line exists.

● Whatever the Hi-Fi Rush world’s equivalent of Māori is.

● Gained his position a while before Kale’s takeover, but Kale was still the one who initially “discovered” him for the company. Even though Roxanne was the CEO at the time, his loyalty was towards Kale and not her because he saved his life.

● His penny-pinching nature was nowhere near as bad prior to his illness. Not only did it force him into an early retirement, the medical costs it caused tore through his live-savings. Ultimately, this lead to an extreme fear of lacking control in his life, and developed the belief that more money=more control. This is also where a good portion of his stress and anger issues stem from.

● Roxanne mostly kept that flaw in check, but when Kale took over he just allowed Roquefort to handle finances as he saw fit.

● He knew what Kale did to Roxanne was wrong, and he knew Kale’s plans for SPECTRA were horrific, but he turned a blind eye to that because he’d be dead without him. Not to mention, it’d give the company more money, more control.

● Ended up surviving being buried by the third quarter earnings, janitorial staff dug him out shortly after Kale’s death.

● What’s arguably more surprising is that Roxanne allowed him to keep his job after everything. He’s arguably the world’s best economist, it would be an incredibly idiotic move to get rid of him.

● That being said, she didn’t allow him to get off completely scott-free. She’s keeping him on a very tight leash (heh) to keep his greed in check and ensuring he doesn’t try anything. Furthermore she’s making him attend mandatory anger management classes.

● Doesn’t like most of Zanzo’s designs solely because he feels the costs to make some of the higher-quality models do not match the profits they bring in. That being said, he has a fondness for the BA-B00 and KEM-0N0 series’s of units.

● To no one’s surprise, he’s an animal lover, and has a fondness for just about anything fluffy. Ironically enough he’s more of a cat person.

● No one’s sure whether the wolf thing was his or Kale’s idea (it was his).

● The operation to install his cybernetics was very experimental, and there’s still a few minor issues, most notably him involuntarily shifting partially or completely into wolf form if he’s particularly stressed or angry.

● Even though Marketing can sometimes outdo even R&D in terms of spending, he’s much more lenient with Mimosa than with Zanzo because more often than not she gets the money back and then some.

● Interested in (the Hi-Fi Rush world’s equivalent of) Japanese history and folklore, hence the screen in his office and his designs for the WA-ES-2s. Does not care for anime and manga though.

● His wolf form’s mane is surprising soft compared to the rest of him.

● Yes, one of the better ways to calm him down is to give him ear scritches in wolf form. Good luck getting close enough to him to do it though.

● Freakishly durable even in human form, his cybernetic body basically has military-grade defenses that were built to withstand tank rounds. There’s no meaningful way to actually damage him, as his cybernetics also repair any damage he does sustain.

● Held a higher opinion of Korsica than the other Department Heads did, mostly because he found her very competent at her job and she managed her budget pretty well, so he had a level of respect for her.