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soyscoutsmasher · 1 month ago

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Excuse me but this area isn't meant for guests

A long fanfiction which intially was going to go through the whole of security breach but I lost my motivation quite quickly. I still think it is a good piece of writing so I'm posting but don't expect any continuation unfortunately

This is pretty much Security Breach but with Gregory being replaced with the reader. The reader in this story is not a child and is gender-neutral, there will also be a few changes to the story but nothing major.

"Showtime already?! I am experiencing a malfunction, the recharge cycle is not completed." Freddy speaks to himself in the mirror. His battery is only half charged, but for some reason, he activated early and ended the cycle.

After looking into his own eyes for a moment Freddy turns to look at the rest of his room. The red-lined wall with different pieces of art from children, most of them quite crude, but he loved them nonetheless because of the thought that was put into them. The rest of his room is filled with a couple of things, mainly Fazbear themed merchandise and decorations, such as his trash can themed after himself.

Slowly he wanders towards the large window connecting his room to the rest of the Pizzaplex, the curtains are drawn most of the way, a small sliver of glass is still visible. The area on the other side of his glass was empty, no guests, no human staff, It must have been late, his internal clock was saying it was almost midnight but it could have been a malfunction, he seemed to have a lot of those recently.

Turning back towards his dresser Freddy spots something out of place, a pair of shoes coming out slightly from under the dresser. He walks towards the piece of furniture and lowers himself down to look under. Beneath is a person, sitting in a huddled position with their knees pulled to their chest, they stare into Freddy’s eyes as he looks at them. It takes a moment for Freddy to process what is happening but he eventually realises what he is seeing and speaks up.

"Excuse me but this area is not meant for guests."

"S-sorry I just, this was the closest place I could see and get into so I-I just came in and saw you sleeping or whatever and decided I could hide under the desk for a bit" The person quickly responds, fumbling with their words. Freddy takes this moment to scan them, seeing if they have a guest profile that would allow him to find out more about them.

"How odd, you do not have a guest profile that I recognise, who are you?" He says after finishing the scan.

"I-I'm Y/N" Comes the reply, Y/N hesitates before putting their hand out, for a handshake presumably. Freddy sees the action and grasps the hand with his own, taking care to not cause any damage by accidentally gripping too hard. After shaking hands both of them look at each other for a moment before Y/N speaks again "Can I come out of here now?"

"Oh, of course," Moving aside as he says it, Freddy observes the person as they stand from under the dresser. While they brush themselves off he asks, "What were you trying to hide from in here?", the question seems to startle them as they look up quickly at him, before glancing to the window of his room, or at least the small bit of glass that is still visible.

Looking back to Freddy, Y/N has a somewhat concerned look on their face before they speak, "The security guard, she knows I'm here a-and is looking for me, but I think there is something not right with her." Their tone is both worried and sceptical as to if they almost don't trust their own word about the security guard being strange. However, Freddy can tell they are being honest, to some degree at least, working in the place he does, knowing when people are lying comes somewhat naturally.

It only occurs to Freddy now that he does not appear to be connected to the main network, as a result, he cannot contact the main office or anything for that matter. "I appear to be disconnected from the Pizzaplex network," he speaks his thoughts.

"I-I think it was the security guard. The other animatronics seem to be doing things that aren't right either." Y/N responds. It seems plausible to Freddy, his own malfunctions could be a result of this security guards misdeeds, though now that he is in safe mode the glitches haven’t occurred at all. Maybe this person had a point to what they were saying. However, if there were malfunctioning animatronics around, it could be dangerous for a human.

"I believe the best choice of action would be for you to leave the Pizzaplex if there are malfunctioning animatronics. I may not even be exempt from these glitches so we should move with haste, the main entrance should still be open." He says, having planned out what he would say already, perks of being an AI. Y/N looks at Freddy, their face being unreadable for him.

"O-okay, let's go then" Y/N responds, moving towards the door of Freddy’s room. However, Freddy speaks up before they can reach it.

"The door will be locked now, and I am currently unable to unlock it myself due to being disconnected from the network." He ponders for a moment before continuing, "There will be a manual way to open it from the other side, you will have to reach there on your own, however."

"Oh, how, how do I get out then?" Y/N asks, turning back to Freddy with a nervous look. The thought of being alone out there wasn't the most thrilling thing, but they would do what they had to. Freddy then turns towards the other door in his room, which appears much less public and much more maintenance.

"That door will lead to a back room, it has a vent which will allow you to get back into the rest of the Pizzaplex, and from there you can reach my door." He pauses for a second and stands more straight before his chest cavity opens revealing a present. "Take this, it is a Fazwatch and it will allow me to contact you from a distance. It also contains a map of the Pizzaplex". Y/N quickly walks to Freddy, they bring their arm up but look into Freddy’s eyes for a second before reaching in and taking the present, cranking the arm on the side to open it. The watch fits nicely on their wrist.

"Thanks" Is their simple response, smiling down at the watch, before looking back towards the door and walking to it. Taking a quick peek inside, they wave towards Freddy before moving in, the door closing behind them.

Now that he is alone, Freddy has a moment to himself to think and get in a bit more charging while he's at it.

Was this person, Y/N, telling the truth? Was the security guard doing something to the others? Was she doing something to him? He couldn't tell at this moment, but he does know that the glitches he has been experiencing are quite detrimental, and he could very much do without dealing with them. However he cannot remember any of the other animatronics acting strange, or if they had he hadn't noticed, which wouldn't be a good thing considering he is meant to be their friend.

Now that he thinks about it, sending Y/N out on their own was likely a bad idea, any of the others could find them, or even the security guard could, and if he is to believe their claim that the security guard is up to no good, that would be a bad situation to have. He should have probably given them something more than a watch to help, or even tried to find a way to come with them. They could be in danger now and he wouldn't know, but that was a bad way to think, he had to have faith in them, and he would make it up to them when they got back. That's right, he'd find something to help them more, he just needed something that can help in this very specific situation.

Crawling through vents was not the most enjoyable experience. It was dusty, the metal was cold, and any noise made in it would reverberate a thousand times and deafen them. Which made the sections of vents next to the other animatronic rooms that much worse. Roxanne's motivational speech to herself, what was probably Montgomery breaking his entire room and then Chica shredding it on the guitar. All of them would likely be amusing in their own ways if they weren't all deafening right now.

Luckily the vents don't last too long and Y/N emerges from them into a much larger room of the Pizzaplex, the ceiling was much higher now and covered in neon lighting, which appeared to be on most surfaces upon further inspection. They take a glance to the left and jump, the cardboard cutouts of different characters appearing much more real in the dark corner. There also appears to be a moving wet floor sign, which also had eyes apparently.

Turning to the right, they see what appears to be the animatronics rooms. Decorations are rampant in this area, large statues of each character stand in front of what would probably be their respective rooms, as there is also a neon sign for each of them above the window which looked into the room. So much for privacy.

Unfortunately for Y/N, the large windows went both ways, which meant they had to be careful when going past as to not be noticed by any of the animatronics. Hopefully, they would all stay in their own room and not begin roaming the Pizzaplex, and they also hoped the security guard would be somewhere else by now.

They begin to walk towards what was likely Freddy's room, crouching down low to make themselves as small as possible while they go past the windows which peered into other characters. Luckily there wasn't much need to be stealthy, as both Chica and Roxanne were distracted, looking into their mirror at themselves, and Montgomery seemed to have his room closed off to the public, with the window being blacked out.

Though, the fact the animatronics didn't notice them hadn't helped Y/N's nerves, as they were still quite jittery. The whole place gave them the creeps now that it was closed, other guests were annoying to deal with but without the bustle of the general public, the Pizzaplex became an eerie place. Much too big for two people and a handful of Animatronics.

Reaching Freddy's room was a relief, but was made less relieving by the sight of Freddy looking at them from his window, which just proved the fact that the others could have easily seen them while they walked past their rooms. Pushing that thought aside Y/N continued past the window, giving Freddy a small wave, and walked to where the door to the room was located. A few posts connected with rope blocked them somewhat but were easily avoided, the amount must have been reduced after hours, otherwise, Y/N couldn't see the point of having such a small amount.

Unfortunately, as they tried to open the door, it didn't budge, which came as a surprise to both Y/N and Freddy, who had forgotten what was probably quite an important detail. "Oh, do you not have a Photo Pass? You will need one to open the door. My apologies I assumed you would already have had one."

"Uh, no I-I don't. When I came in earlier the door just opened, where can I get a Photo Pass?" came Y/N's reply.

"You should be able to find one at a convenience counter." Answered Freddy. It would have been nice to know that before they came here, but it was easy to have something like that slip your mind, especially if you were an animatronic who had never had to deal with something like this.

"Al-Alright, I'll try to be quick, just don't go anywhere." They said without really thinking about it, before realising how stupid it was to even say that. Though Freddy didn't seem to mind, a light chuckle coming through the door instead of the watch now, at least he wasn't offended. Now they just had to find a convenience counter, where could one of those be.

Turning back around they move to the main hall area and look both right and left. There didn't seem to be anything that looked like a counter back to the left, but to the right wasn't anything that immediately jumped out either. Though there did appear to be a door or shutter of some kind. Having no other ideas Y/N decides to walk towards it, hoping it would actually open to them at this hour.

Luckily, as soon as they get close to the door It shoots up and gives them safe passage to the next room. Walking into the next area Y/N is greeted with a much darker area, which makes them somewhat frightened, as anything could be hiding somewhere they cannot see right now. They cannot tell what kind of room this is meant to be, on the right there appears to be a counter with screens above it, and some partitions blocking them from approaching, which makes it look like a front counter or just a counter in general. On the left, it appears to just be darkness, though a Mongomery cutout seems to be labelling that area as parking.

Something that catches their eye is the Freddy cutout which has text reading '1 Free Photo Pass!' which was convenient. But that was probably the point of a convenience counter. They approach the cutout and lean down to pick up the present at Freddy’s feet, winding the lever on the side similar to the one which contained their Fazwatch. It pops open after a moment and shoots out their Photo Pass, the force of it making it fly towards the darkness of the 'parking' area.

Dropping the empty present, Y/N approaches where the Photo Pass should have landed, but the darkness makes it difficult to find so they end up mostly just rubbing their hands against the ground in an attempt to feel it. Eventually, they feel something and manage to grab it, holding it very close to their eyes it appears to be their Pass. Standing back up and smiling, Y/N turns back towards the door leading to Freddy's room. However, that is the moment that they feel a hand grab their shoulder.

Y/N was not much of a fighter, or someone who enjoyed conflict, but their fight or flight did not represent that part of their personality very well. Almost as soon as the hand touches their shoulder, they whip around and punch whatever grabbed them straight in the face. Which turns out to have been a STAFF security bot. This is when the other part of fight or flight activates, as Y/N runs off towards the door, the STAFF bot being momentarily disorientated by the punch, however, while they are only distracted for a few seconds, it is enough for Y/N to reach the door.

Clutching their own hand, which was now in agony from punching metal full force, they slip under the shutter door and quickly jog back to Freddy's room. Flashing the Photo Pass into the scanner, the door opens and reveals the bear animatronic, who looks to be smiling.

"Well done superstar!" He exclaims, maybe a bit too loud but Y/N doesn't say anything about that, just smiles back at him. However the smile doesn't last too long as Freddy seems to spot their hand, which is limply being held at their side, this concerns him and causes him to speak "Is your hand ok? Did you injure yourself while retrieving the Pass? My apologies I should not have sent you on your own."

Before he can continue Y/N interrupts "No, no it-it's ok. I ran into a STAFF bot and it scared me and I-I kind of punched it. Which seemed to work but it also seems to hurt a lot." They say quickly, Freddy's face quickly morphs from concern to surprise but he appears to have his questions satiated and he does not ask any further for now. Instead, he turns around and walks back into his room, looking for something.

He begins to talk while he looks, "While we move through the maintenance tunnels there may be the other animatronics or more STAFF bots. If you were smaller I would suggest you could ride within my chest cavity, but I do not believe you would fit." Y/N doesn't know if they should be flattered that he thought of them, or disappointed they don't get to ride in Freddy's chest cavity, as it almost seems as if it would just be a fun roller coaster, just with more exposed joints and wires. "However In the short time you were wandering outside, I found something which may help regardless," He continues, before revealing what looks to be a Freddy animatronic head.

Looking at Y/N almost expectantly, they can't help but be confused at what they are meant to be thinking about the head. "Uh, sorry but how will another one of your heads help?" Their tone is trying to not be condescending towards Freddy, as he did go through some effort to find it to help, but they can't help but be completely perplexed as to how it can help.

Fortunately, Freddy takes the confusion in stride and continues "If you are wearing this on your head, the other animatronics and bots should not be able to recognise you as a human, and will simply see you as another animatronic." He says it proudly and confidently as if he knew it would work. This is mostly reassuring to Y/N, who didn't exactly have any other options which weren't Freddy, so they trusted his judgement. Taking the head off of him, it is quite heavy in their hands but appears to be devoid of any actual animatronic parts, just an empty head.

"T-thanks," is the only reply Y/N can really think of. They move the head around in their hands, placing it onto their own head. It somewhat weighs down their neck and probably shouldn't be worn for too long, but if it helps them escape then they would take the slight discomfort. The eyes appear to be somewhat transparent, probably to allow the real animatronic to see through them, which is good as without that they would be completely blind. "Um, so what do we do now?" Y/N questions, they hadn't really thought of what else they would have to do to get out, so they hoped Freddy had some form of a plan.

"We can move through the utility tunnels to get to the main exit, though we must be quick, if I am spotted outside of my room I will be taken back to it," Freddy states, it was reassuring to know that he knew what he was doing. At least he seemed to know, hopefully, things went smoothly from here.

"A-alright let's go," Y/N replies, moving to the side to give Freddy a clear way to the door. Getting the idea, Freddy leads the way out of the room, Y/N has to go somewhat slower to stay at the same pace as him. They don't know if Freddy is also limiting his speed or if he is just a slow walker, but either way the walk to what are likely doors to the utility tunnels takes a moment. And during this moment Y/N looks back towards the other animatronic areas but doesn't see either Roxanne or Chica, and of course, Montgomery is still out of sight, hopefully, they were just doing something in their back rooms.

When they reach the doors, they open automatically, likely due to Freddy being there, but Y/N is able to slip in while they are open for him. They lead to a staircase in a room that is much less decorated than the previous ones, similar to Freddy's backroom it lacks paint on many of the walls, which made it quite eerie to be here. The back areas that you never visited when you were a guest, and now Y/N was just walking here with the main animatronic while wearing a replica of his head. It was quite a surreal experience when thinking about it in detail.

Darkness wasn't the most fun thing to be back in after the experience with the STAFF bot at the convenience counter, but Freddy being with them made it less frightening to be in. But Y/N could swear they saw something crawling down the walls, but passed it off as paranoia, they were probably just stressed. Luckily the bottom of the staircase came sooner than expected, and that meant they could quickly move to the next rooms and hopefully get somewhere brighter.

So far they hadn't run into any security bots or anything for that matter. Excluding the janitor bot, they saw behind a gate while descending the stairs, and hearing the security guards voice while on the same set of stairs, but they hadn't actually seen her. Unfortunately for Y/N, the lower levels were not much brighter than the staircase, maybe even darker. Passing the flowing water, or maybe sewage, they entered what appeared to be a tunnel. It was likely a pathway behind doors for animatronics and staff to go through without being pestered by guests.

For them, this tunnel would hopefully lead right to the main entrance and Y/N could leave the Pizzaplex without much issue. As they walk, Freddy suddenly turns to Y/N and stops them, speaking "There is a first aid station nearby, there will be something to help your hand there, we should go to it before continuing."

Y/N wants to argue and say that there isn't any time, but Freddy is already moving towards it, so they have no option other than following. The hallways they walk through are unpainted like the previous rooms, sharing that eerie feeling they had gotten. The walking doesn't last too long and, moving past Freddy who had stopped in the middle of a doorway, they spot what appears to be the first aid station that Freddy was talking about. Quickly moving towards it, they open the curtain and step into it, looking around for something to cover the cut they didn't even realise they had.

Exactly as they step into it, however, the security guard comes out of seemingly nowhere and begins speaking to Freddy, luckily for Y/N she doesn't notice them.

"Freddy! What are you doing out here? You're meant to be on lockdown." She says, anger laced in her voice, but also some amount of concern, either for the animatronic, or something else they couldn't tell.

"Officer Vanessa, I do not know how I got here," Freddy lies, something that probably should have been programmed out of him, and the others, but whoever made them had clearly not thought of that.

"Well, that makes the two of us. First, you totally blew it tonight, crashing and ruining the show, which made parts and service put you into low power mode or something as a safety precaution. Then I find out about someone who snuck in backstage, look if you see anything notify me straight away, I've already told the others," 'Vanessa' responds before quickly adding on, "Now get back to your room, I don't want to see you out here again." After finishing she moves away, going through a gate out of Y/N's line of sight.

Quickly grabbing a small bandaid, with a cute design of the animatronics on it, Y/N leaves the first aid station and begins to talk, "I told you she was after me, and that she was acting strange."

"I have not seen her this agitated about something in a long time, there is clearly something going on here. I did not say anything about you to her though, I will make sure to keep you safe, let us go now if you have finished using the station." Freddy responds, making Y/N feel moderately safer, if a 3-meter tall kick-ass robot couldn't protect them, well they were probably screwed anyway.

"Y-yeah I'm done, lead the way," Y/n says, moving to follow Freddy as he moves back to the utility tunnel. The pair walk together in silence for a moment, the darkness continuing to unsettle Y/N. Freddy begins to speak again, however, which allows some brief reprieve from the silence.

"This maintenance tunnel goes under the Pizzaplex, it connects the attractions," he states, looking down at Y/N while he does so.

"So we could go anywhere in the building?" They reply, a small amount of giddiness in their voice. The situation was quite dire but they couldn't help the childlike glee from the idea of going to any attraction worming its way into their voice.

"Correct. Fazer Blast, Monty Gold, Roxy Raceway: they are all accessible down here, usually only STAFF bots with high enough security clearance would be allowed down here, guests are not permitted. Though yours is a... special situation," Explains the Animatronic. That would be useful to know for the future if they managed to get that far at least.

Stopping at what appeared to be a closed-off section of the tunnel, the two see a very strange sight, the security bots appear to be forming a circle around a decapitated head of another bot. It confuses the pair, enough for them to stop walking completely to stare. Both of them being distracted means that they are both very surprised when they hear a voice ring out from behind them.

"Freddy?" The voice is familiar to both of them, belonging to none other than Chica. Both Freddy and Y/N turn around in surprise, Chica stands there, staring at them with a confused look on her face. She then begins talking again, "What are you doing down here? and why do you have someone with you?" Her tone isn't so much accusatory, just confused. The fact she saw right through the Freddy head, however, makes Y/N's blood run cold.

"Ah, Chica, I was simply escorting this guest to the exit, they got lost within the Pizzap-" Freddy is cut off from finishing when Chica suddenly speaks again, a much more panicked tone in her voice.

"Wait a guest?!" She rushes over to the pair and before either of them can do anything she rips the Freddy head off. Freddy goes to say something but cannot find any words to prevent Chica from doing what she does next. She scans Y/N, the blue light turning red as soon as she finishes. "YOU!" She yells, going to grab them, but fortunately, Freddy quickly grabs Chica's arms and pulls her away. Giving enough time for Y/N to come to their senses and begin running away, through the hallway on the right.

"Chica! What on earth are you doing?" Freddy asks, his own tone becoming panicked. Both due to his concern for you now that Chica has shown that the other animatronics could be violent, but also due to concern for Chica. She was usually very joyful and never acted aggressively, but she almost seemed rabid just now.

"That guest! They broke in, Vanessa told me they were very dangerous, said that if we see them we have to bring them to her!" Chica quickly exclaims, wriggling within Freddy's grasp.

"They broke in?" Freddy asks, the idea of Y/N breaking in had crossed his mind but he had the benefit of the doubt and assumed that you had simply decided to stay in his room for some other reason. He drops his arms from Chicas and moves back, looking towards the hallway they had run through. Before continuing "They told me that they simply got lost and hid in my room."

"Well, who do you trust more, the security guard who you've known for months or a brat you've known for an hour at most," Chica's tone is very hostile, which just confirms more that something is wrong with her. However, he knew that if he tried to argue he would get nowhere, Y/N was also on their own now, which was dangerous, if he searched with Chica at least he would be able to help in some way.

"You are right, Vanessa is right, we should bring the guest to her. Shall we search together?" He asks, if she says no he may be out of options.

"Well, Vanessa also said that if we said that if we saw you, we should make you go back to your room," She stops for a second, as if thinking about something before continuing "But I could probably use the help." This was good, as long as he was with Chica he could stop her from harming Y/N, though he had to think of a way to stop her without appearing suspicious.

"Great, let us search then," Freddy says as he begins walking down the hall Y/N had gone down. It was quite drab, and many barrels seemed to have been left down here much too long by the state of them. There was also another staircase, both Freddy and Chica looked towards each other before coming to the silent agreement to climb them, the clanking of metal filling the air as their joints work harder to move them up the stairs.

As they reach the top Freddy notices something which grants him a large amount of relief, he can sense the Fazwatch he gave Y/N nearby. Hopefully, that meant they were hiding somewhere here, and not continuing to run. He just had to think of a way to get chica to leave now.

Before he could even begin to think, however, he is suddenly made aware of how low his power is. He hadn't paid any attention to his battery but it was almost completely empty now, the half-completed recharge cycle finally making its damage obvious. It was the perfect excuse to leave chica, as in this very room was a charging station. However, it was not all good, as this meant he would not be able to continue with Y/N once he found them.

"Chica, I must stop here for now. My charging cycle was interrupted earlier, along with my power efficiency being low I am almost completely devoid of charge," He says suddenly, making Chica turn to look at him with a foreign look on her face.

"Aw, that's alright. Hopefully, they haven't gotten too far now. Have a nice recharge, Freddy!" She says, the tone of her voice almost having returned to what it usually was. It was nice to hear, hopefully, it meant that she would not permanently be like the way she is now. Freddy waves to chica as she walks through a pair of doors on the other side of the room. Freddy waits a moment before speaking aloud.

"You may come out now, Chica is gone," He says, loud enough for them to hopefully hear, but not loud enough for Chica to. It appears he was right, as you emerge from what looks like an empty trash can. Not the cleanest hiding spot, but if it works then it works.

"Oh thank god, I-I thought you might have had to go back to your room, or you would get corrupted like her," They say while wiping themselves down, looking back at Freddy with a smile. What Chica had said, however, did not leave Freddy's memory. He had questions but unfortunately, he did not really have time to ask them. He had only known you for a short time but he had to believe you, or at least he could not believe the Security guard for the time being.

"Do not worry, as long as I am in safe mode I believe I am safe from whatever is making the other act off," He says with his own smile, however it changes to a slight frown as he continues, "However I am afraid I cannot continue with you, for now, my battery power has almost completely run out. I will keep in contact with you through your Fazwatch however, so you will not be completely alone."

The news that they would have to continue on their own was not the most thrilling but they supposed it was bound to happen at some point. They just hoped it would not be too long, and that they would not run into any others. Especially without the Freddy head, which didn't even seem to work. Freddy must have read their mind as he starts talking again.

"I also must apologise for the Freddy head not working, I believed it would as I felt something in my databanks which stated it did work before. However, it must have been an old glitch that has been fixed." He says, his eyes looking down. Y/N feels bad immediately, he had tried to help and while it hadn't gone to plan, he had still protected them.

"I-It's alright Freddy! Even if the mask didn't work, y-you still helped me, and for that, I am very thankful." They say, a smile on their face, which Freddy sees once he lifts his head back up. It makes him smile in return, he then looks back to the doors that Chica had gone through, the idea of them having to follow her was not the most encouraging fact. But he had to have faith in them to manage on their own. He is then given another warning about his low power, so he quickly gives a wave before stepping into the recharge station, opting to talk through the Fazwatch.

"I must start my charging before I am completely devoid of power, my apologies. You will have to continue through those two red doors, however, be very careful, as Chica went through the same ones. You will have to be careful," He warns, tone quite serious instead of the jovial one he had before. He sees Y/N nod to him from inside the recharge station, before they begin to move through the doors.

Y/N's mind is racing as they go through the doors, the idea of being alone with Chica is a frightening one, and unfortunately, one they have to deal with much sooner than they wanted. The path appears to be mostly blocked by a desk with some cans on top of it, looking closely they see if there is a way to move past without making too much noise before they suddenly hear a sound that makes them shiver. It almost sounds like eating, but not a natural kind, it comes from the bathroom that appears to be on their right.

Mustering up the courage to look inside, they peek around the corner to see what is making the noise, and much to confirm their fears, it is Chica, who appears to be eating from a trash pile. It disgusts them but also makes them feel bad for her, it was clear something was wrong with her and not her choice to randomly eat garbage. But unfortunately, she was now in their way, and they needed to do something to move her. They likely couldn't silently move past the desk in the hallway, so they would have to get her to leave.

An idea suddenly comes to mind, moving back to the hallway they look at the cans which are stacked quite delicately, and they know right away what they can do, just hoping that it goes the right way. They push all the cans over, making a large clanking noise that echos through the entire hallway and bathroom. After hitting the cans they move back to the bathroom to lean around, and they see Chica has stopped eating the trash and is now walking out of the bathroom through the other door they are not currently standing at.

Quickly ducking to be completely in the bathroom, Y/N moves through it as fast as they can without making any noise. The distraction worked but it would likely not keep her there for long so she had to move before she came back. The bathroom itself is dirty, the only thing inside being somewhat clean is a Freddy poster saying to 'wash your paws' which would be more amusing if they were not currently in the situation they are in.

As they leave the room, they see Chica staring at the knocked over paint cans and quickly move to be out of sight when Chica turns around, going back to where she was before. Or at least that is what it looks like she does. Y/N however doesn't have much time to think as they quickly move through the new set of hallways they have entered. Luckily for them, these halls are much brighter and actually have paint on all of the walls.

Good fortune doesn't last too long though, as they move through the hallways they come to what appears to be a boiler room of some sort. It seems quite out of place considering the halls they just came from, but they think nothing of it until a gravelly voice rings out at least.

"There you are!" Quickly turning towards the source of the voice, Y/N spots a certain alligator animatronic. Montgomery smashes through a gate, staring at Y/N as he does so. Immediately realising this situation just got dire, Y/N bursts off running in the opposite direction, no longer caring for stealth of any kind, just trying to escape the loud metallic stomping that comes from behind them. It isn’t until they reach the first intersection that they look back and see that he is much closer than would be comfortable. It is also when they hear a second voice ring out.

"Are you lost?" Looking towards this one, Y/N sees Roxanne, taking much less time for their fight or flight to kick in they run the other direction, right as Mongomery jumps for them, causing him to hit the floor and land face first. This also has the accidental effect of stopping Roxanne from running straight for them.

Coming to another area that the hallways split off, Y/N trusts the instincts to run towards light and heads for the painted and lit up hallways once more, not before having Chica burst out from behind boxes running towards them.

"Lost guest over here!" her voice rings out in a sing-song way. Almost like she is enjoying this. Taking no time to think, Y/N runs through the coloured hallway towards some stairs, climbing them as quickly as they can, taking 3 steps at a time. They stumble on the last steps due to overcompensating but quickly stand, taking a glance behind them to see all three animatronics close behind. Turning again they sprint down a hallway to what appears to be a security door.

As soon as they enter the room, the door slams closed behind them. They feel the blast of air coming from the door shutting so fast but it doesn't phase them too much, they simply turn back to the door as they hear banging on it for a brief moment. That is until Freddy's voice comes out of their watch.

"Well done Y/N. You found a security office, you should be safe here as long as the doors stay closed, they were built for highly trained security staff in case of emergencies, I believe this would class as one. The doors should remain closed as long as there is ample power," He explains quickly, however, after taking a look at the power of the door currently being pounded on, Y/N's panic comes back right away.

"F-Freddy! The power is at 15% percent and they are banging on the door already, h-how do I get out of here?!" They ask frantically. Freddy's reply comes almost as quick.

"Do not panic. You should see an interface on the security desk. I will make it accessible to you," He states, taking a short pause before talking again, "there, you will now be able to activate security protocols." He sounds proud of himself as he says it, he likely doesn't get many opportunities to do something like this, the most he ever helps people is bringing a child back to their parents, not stopping someone from potentially dying. Seeing the button in front of them light up and a cable pop out, they quickly plug in their Fazwatch and push it.

"Your Fazwatch is connected to the security camera system now, you will be able to access the cameras from the map," He continues to explain. Quickly checking the map, Y/N manages to check the cameras on the map. First seeing one right out of the office, with Montgomery still banging on the door, though there is no Chica or Roxanne in sight. Changing camera, they see Chica wandering through a square-shaped room, and continue to watch as she crouches down to eat more trash. Still disgusting, but helpful if it distracts her.

Standing up, Y/N quickly exits the office through the door Montgomery is not banging on, moving through the halls to the room they just saw Chica inside of. Though they cannot see Chica currently, they wait a moment for her to appear, deciding to check the cameras again quickly. She stands just out of their line of sight, looking around seemingly confused before she seems to come to her sense and moves around a corner. Looking away from the watch Y/N sees Chica appear from behind the corner they were looking at, and quickly ducks behind their own corner to avoid being spotted.

Deciding that being stealthy is probably the best course of action instead of just trying to run past Chica, Y/N quietly walks to another corner of the rooms inner walls, waiting for Chica to come around the corner again, which she does, making Y/N duck behind the corner once more. This time they move quickly to the double red doors. Pushing them open and moving into a short hallway, which appears to have another set of doors at the end of it. Deciding that stealth is likely not needed anymore, Y/N begins to run, pushing open the second set of doors and sprinting to the exit.

"Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex is now closed. Initiation nighttime protocols," The voice of the intercom rings out and sends a shiver down Y/N's spine as they continue to run. However, they appear to be too late, as the shutters to the main entrance begin to close.

"No! no!" They shout as they reach the doors, the shutters barely blocking them from leaving. Well, that's it, they're done for. With the Crazy animatronics, STAFF bots and probably security guards, they would not be able to make it through this night alone, at least they would die somewhere that is interesting, maybe they could go to some attractions before they got caught. That might be fun. But who were they kidding, they weren't excited they were scared as hell. And Frustrated, if they were just a bit faster they could have gotten out. This fear and anger manifest as a single word escaping their lips.

"Shit"

"Language"

Oh right, they weren't alone. They had a 3-meter tall 200-kilogram bear trying to protect them, maybe they had a chance.

"S-sorry, I forgot this is a family-friendly establishment," Y/N's voice came after a moment of silence after Freddy scolds their language. The attempt at a joke came out much less funny than intended, but this was not much of a funny situation so it went about as well as could be expected.

"That is ok, I understand your frustration. Worry not however, the doors will open again at 6 am. I believe there is a good chance you can stay safe for the 6 hours until then," Came Freddy's voice through the Fazwatch, he was reassuring even when he didn't put too much effort into it, he just had that effect. However, even Freddy's reassurance could only help so much. They were stuck in a massive Pizzaplex for 6 hours, with animatronics malfunctioning, crazy security guards and probably some other stuff they hadn't found yet.

"What do we do? I don't know if just sitting in a corner for 6 hours will work," Asked Y/N, while they kind of wanted to just sit in a corner and cry at their situation, it would probably end up leading to them getting caught. So there had to be something more proactive for them to do, even if it was just going to be running away from everyone for a while.

"I think the best course of action would be to get access to the rest of the Pizzaplex, currently you are only in the main lobby and that means if you get in trouble you won't have anywhere to go," The bear replies before saying more, "You will have to get through the first barriers, you will need an Entry Pass for that, I am not sure where one could be found but it will likely be in the area."

"Alright, I'll have a look around," Y/N says, they didn't really have any idea what they were looking for, but if it was anything like the Photo Pass they had, it would be obvious when they saw it. Deciding to first backtrack and check the left side of the entry lobby, finding not much but posters and signs of the animatronics. There were also the seemingly alive wet floor signs, hopefully, those weren’t broadcasting their location to every other animatronics in the building. Having no luck on the left Y/N decides to head to the right side and check there instead.

On the right of the lobby, they found mostly the same posters, wet floor signs and funny looking trash cans. Luckily however there was also what seemed to be an Entry Pass, which seemed to be stored similarly to the Photo Pass, as expected. A janitor bot was also on the right, though it didn't seem too interested with Y/N, focusing on its cleaning. Though when they stepped too close, Y/N got a fight from the bot suddenly shooing them away, no alarm was set off at least.

Moving back to the entry barriers, Y/N scans the Pass and quickly moves through the gate into the main part of the lobby, which featured a very large gold statue of Glamrock Freddy. "I wonder how much that cost to make," Y/N thinks aloud, a rhetorical question but that seems to not dawn on Freddy, who decides to answer.

"I believe it was around three hundred and forty-nine dollars and ninety-nine cents," Calculates Freddy, he can't remember the exact value but he has some memory of workers discussing the statue and that is the approximate value they said. "The statue is made of steel and is hollow, the gold is simply paint, so it was not too costly to make but it has a strong effect on guests who just entered the building, according to statistics."

It was interesting to hear that the statue actually did something and wasn't just there for show, whether Y/N believed that a golden statue had a strong effect on guests, they couldn't tell but if Freddy said he had statistics, there wasn't much of an argument to be made. Instead, they just move on from the statue and look around, there is a security bot roaming the lower section of the lobby, but their path is quite small so it is easily avoided. However less easily avoided is Chica, who seems to have entered the area at some point.

"This area is off-limits," Her voice is glitchy, not like what it sounded like earlier, but more alarmingly she was already looking directly at Y/N. Suddenly remembering what their situation was, they run in the opposite direction, up the stairs to what is probably the elevators to the atrium, unfortunately, none of the doors would open even as they slam their entry pass into the scanners.

"Freddy! The Entry Pass isn't working, and I already have Chica hot on my trail," The rushes sentence comes out of Y/N's mouth as they turn around and see Chica finishing walking up the stairs, deciding that staying still is not a good idea they run off to the right, into a small restaurant looking area. While they do this, Freddy's voice begins to reply, sounding somewhat panicked too.

"Oh, you will need to upgrade your Pass before you can use the elevators. There should be an upgrade machine in one of the stores nearby." The information is useful, if not somewhat vague. But it happens to be that Freddy told them at the perfect time as they sprint through the restaurant, slipping past the security bot who sounds his alarm, which doesn't do much as Cica is already chasing them. Once they descend the stairs at the back of the restaurant Y/N enters the lower portion of the building-in-a-building, which has a bunch of... Prams? Well, children were quite often brought here they suppose.

Something else they spot is a machine, that looks similar to an ATM, but lacks many of the ATM parts. They quickly run to it and have their suspicions confirmed, as it is quite clearly an upgrade machine. They jam their Entry Pass into it quickly, however, the machine decides it is hungry and doesn't give them back the pass after, glitching out instead. Y/N punches the machine slightly, remembering that punching metal full force is a bad idea, but the machine does not give it back. Cutting their losses as Chica has started descending the stairs, they instead hide behind the counter, crouching down low.

Once Chica gets to the bottom of the stairs, she looks around and scans for any signs of the guest she was just chasing. She spots the upgrade machine malfunctioning immediately and quickly walks towards it, staring at it intensely. Though, after a moment she decides that it is no longer interesting and moves to look around the rest of the room. Seeing this as an opportunity, Y/N slips from their hiding spot that Chica came so close to finding and quickly peeks over to try and find where she had gotten to. Spotting her looking through some of the prams, probably trying to find them.

Taking advantage of her being distracted, Y/N moves as silently as possible to the button next to some gates and presses it, the gate immediately opening for them. Chica doesn't seem to take notice, fortunately, so Y/N take their leave and moves through the lobby once again. Still avoiding the other security bot, they move to a safe place at the top of the lobby next to the elevators. Where they begin to speak to Freddy again. "Freddy, the upgrade machine took my pass, w-what do I do?" Their voice is shakey, still fueled by the adrenaline of the chase, and the fear from it too.

"Oh I am sorry, those machines have always been glitchy. You can try looking in a nearby store, they have all kinds of knickknacks, doodads and gadgets in those," He says supportively, while they would love to argue that something in a store probably would not help them get another ticket, they had no other options. Moving into the other store was simple without Chica following them, but they did still have to avoid the security bot that was roaming the top floor. Once Y/N finds the stairs to the bottom floor, which has no such security bot to constantly pressure them, they take a moment to breathe before beginning to roam the shelves.

"So, what would be useful for this situation? I assume a Freddy plush toy won't help me get the ticket out," The attempt at a joke goes over well with the bear animatronic seemingly, as he lets out a small chuckle.

"No that would likely not be useful here, If my memory banks serve me right, there have been cases of teenagers using magnets on ticket machines to break them and get unlimited tickets, though I do not know if the magnets here will be strong enough," Freddy's informative reply comes. A magnet could be easy enough to find, though Y/N didn't know if they should steal, both because then they would have committed a crime above trespassing and because Freddy likely would not like that. Once again Luck seems to be on their side as they see a free prize on a special looking counter.

Winding the crank on the side, they quickly grab the 'doodad' that pops out. Seeing that it is a Mr Hippo magnet, jackpot. "Freddy, I found a Mr Hippo magnet, do you think this will be enough?" They ask as they also push the button to open the gates to the main lobby once more, however, they also notice Chica is once again roaming the lobby too.

"I am not sure, but it would likely not hurt to try it out," Encourages Freddy. Taking the advice, Y/N rushes back to the machine, avoiding Chica and the bot once more. Arriving at the machine, they take the magnet and run it across the side of it seeing if it will stick anywhere specific. It suddenly snaps into place as they drag it and very luckily it causes the machine to glitch and spits out another Pass, unfortunately, it is not the pass they were expecting or wanting.

"Uh, Freddy. I got a Daycare Pass... Not the pass I was expecting," They say, not sure what a Daycare Pass does. Well obviously it gave access to a Daycare, but they weren't sure why one was specifically needed, surely a daycare should come for free with any pass for kids who can't go to the rest of the Pizzaplex. Ignoring the strange choices of this place, Y/N moves to the exit of this restaurant and pram rental combo, scanning for Chica while they wait for Freddy to respond.

"I suppose that is better than nothing, there may be something in there which will allow you to move on further." Taking that advice they move to the stairs once again and go back to the door which they remember having a sign above mentioning a daycare. For one final time, they avoid Chica and the lobby security bot and quickly scan their Daycare Pass on the door to enter.

Within the Daycare lobby, it is darker than the main lobby, with fewer lights active, though it does not lack any decorating. In the centre is an elaborate fountain which is quite pleasing to the eyes, less pleasing to the eyes but by no means ugly is a strange pod. Remembering what happened earlier while being chased by Chica, Y/N recalls that it is one of the animatronic recharge stations. At first, they question why a recharge station would be out here so randomly, but then again why wouldn't it be if the animatronics ran out of power because they couldn't get to the designated area, that would be quite bad. Having a few dotted around the made sense.

Suddenly something comes to their mind, "Freddy, you mentioned earlier that you were in safe mode or whatever and that's why you weren't trying to uh, catch me. Do you think the other animatronics would be the same if they were in safe mode?"

"I do not have a reason to believe they would not be the same, however, I cannot be certain, and in any case resetting them into safe mode would be quite dangerous, as I do not think they would do it willingly," He answers, not the best thing to hear, but knowing that there was at least a bit of a chance that the others could be changed over to Y/N's side, gave them a little bit of hope.

Reaching the end of the Daycare Lobby, Y/N comes to another of the large shutter doors which this place seemed to like having. Even if it didn't appear to be the best type of door, then again these were likely always open during open hours so that guests would have easy access everywhere. Thinking about the thought processes behind many of the Pizzaplexes design choices was a bad idea though. Instead, they opt to just enter the daycare and move on.

The daycare itself is bright, both in a literal sense and in a decorative one. The lights were almost blinding and the colour scheme was something from a child’s dream house. Even from the entrance, Y/N could see the main attraction of this place, a large play area, with a net that seems much too high. As they move through the front area, they realise that there isn’t a clear entrance for them to go through, a slide sits almost begging to be used, but there is also a gate with Freddy's face on it. However, when approaching the Freddy gate, it does not open, leaving them with the only other option of the slide.

Of course, they could just walk over the fence and gate, but they figured that eventually, they would enter the play area to search it so why not start with it, and start with the fun entrance. Decision made, they slip into the twisting slide and even though it is a slightly tight fit, they slide down it quite easily. Landing in the ball pit below, taking a moment to get their bearingsback and look around. From where they stood, there wasn't anywhere to go but towards the larger ball pit area.

Upon stepping into the larger ball pit Y/N notices something coming onto a stage-like platform high above the ball pit. It seems to be a sun animatronic, which they could somewhat remember seeing merchandise and posters of before. Right now the sun person appeared to be preparing to dive, assumedly into the ball pit, which did not seem very safe even for an animatronic, ball pits weren't the best breakers of falls. But that idea does not phase the sun as they dive off into the pit, landing somewhere near the middle.

When they don't come back up from the ball pit, Y/N's first thought is that they might have broken something within themselves by jumping from that height. However as they slowly walk through the ball pit Y/N is surprised by the sun suddenly bursting out from the pit and grabbing them by the shoulders, causing a scream to erupt from them.

"New friend!" Sun lifts Y/N out of the ball pit, though only barely as their feet are still somewhat touching the balls. "You are here quite late, oh oh are we having a slumber party? Wonderful! Wonderful! Where are all your friends? Oh, that doesn't matter who needs friends! Oh, the things we can do, we can finger paint, tell stories, drink fizzy faz until our heads expLOAD!" The loud animatronic talks quickly, giving Y/N no opportunity to say anything themselves, however, Sun had put them down now which was a bit of a blessing. "There is just one rule, keep the lights on," He says with his happy demeanour having a slight dip for that part of his rant.

"O-okay lights stay on, got it," Y/N attempts to appease the sun animatronic. They aren't sure what the best course of action here would be. Sun didn't seem to be hostile or have any intent to harm them. To be honest, did they even need to do anything, maybe if they stayed here they would be safe for the 6 hours until dawn and then they could leave. Something in them said that was a bad idea though, and something else told them they needed to talk to Freddy about what was happening. "Uh, did you mention finger painting? H-how about we start with that," They try to be convincing with their smile and the way they ask.

"Yes, yes! Finger painting it is, just wait here and I will get all the colours your heart could desire!" Sun says quickly, dashing off to someplace Y/N can't see. Luckily he seemed to have bought their disguise, which hopefully will give them enough time to talk to Freddy.

"Freddy? I'm in the daycare, and the sun guy knows I'm here. He doesn't seem to want to hurt me but something about him just seems, off." They ask quickly, half hoping Freddy will just tell them everything is fine and they can sit here finger painting all night.

Freddy takes a moment to respond, but when he does Y/N's heart sinks, "Oh, this is not good. If the Daycare attendant is aware of you, that means his other half is also aware of you." The way Freddy phrases it is quite ominous, what did he mean by another half. Reading their mind Freddy then continues, "The Daycare attendant has two personality types, the sun and the moon. The sun is the happy one you are with now, the moon, he only comes out when the lights are out and he is much less agreeable. The sun would likely not be too affected by any glitches due to the way he is programmed, but the moon is likely much more dangerous due to these glitches."

The lengthy explanation almost makes Y/N's head hurt, they were dealing with a split person essentially, something about what Freddy said was at the front of their thoughts, however. "So if I just leave the lights on, he won't change and I'll be fine right?" It's an innocent question that they are almost completely sure will be used to crush their slight hope.

"Unfortunately it is not that easy, every hour during closed hours all power is rerouted to recharge stations, at those points the lights will shut off no matter what. You must get out of there soon, the end of the current hour is already close," Everything that Y/N had thought about Freddy being reassuring earlier, was completely gone now, the amount he had just crushed any hope they had of this being a situation that could easily be dealt with was immense.

As Freddy says the words, Sun comes back, with a large array of paints. If they hadn't just gotten the worst information this night, they would have been excited to do a bit of painting. Right now, however, the only thing they could think of doing was trying to get out of here. They needed an excuse, what would work though.

"Friend! I have the paints and you have the fingers! What are we waiting for?!" His enthusiasm is unmatched but even that can't shake the anxiety about what is going to happen soon when the end of the hour hits. "So, so, so! What shall we paint the first friend! A nice flower, a certain bear, ME!?" While his smile might have been forced and just part of his face, you could still hear the amount he was smiling through his voice. Trying to come up with any excuse they could, Y/N scrapes the edges of their brain and ends up with probably one of the most common excuses to leave they could think of.

"I need to pee," They say, slightly louder and enthusiastic than they intended, and more than is probably normal. They try to keep a straight face as they stare into Sun's face, the smile not leaving but his enthusiasm has somewhat lowered. Hopefully, that meant he bought the excuse and wasn't about to do whatever the rest of the animatronics were trying.

"Oh no, that will not do! We don't want any accidents now do we? Do not worry I will call for someone to escort you to the nearest bathroom! Then we can start our painting, oh I'm so excited aren't you?!" He asks, or more accurately, shouts because Y/N doesn't know if he wants a reply. It takes them a moment to realise that he said he would call someone, which would not be good as that would likely bring some unwanted attention to them.

"W-wait no! Don't call anyone I, I can go on my own," They smile in an attempt to convince the sun animatronic, however, this time it appears their persuasion was not enough.

"Oh ho but friend you will need someone to come to get you! The door will not open for us alone." His tone is less excited, still loud but not with the same enthusiasm as before. He didn't seem completely convinced but he also wasn't completely denouncing the idea.

"B-but if someone takes me away, they might not bring me back, and we won't get to do our finger painting. Is there not another way out?" They ask, getting a bit desperate, the time was almost up.

"Well, there is something but it is in an area we are not allowed in. Oh but if they take you and don't return we will never get to do our slumber party! Oh, why must I choose?!" He whines out, looking between Y/N and the desk next to what appears to be two brown doors. Luckily it appears the idea of not being able to finger paint is enough to convince Sun, who relents and says "Friend you must go fast, if they find you outside we may get into trouble, and we don't want that do we?" His voice has gotten quieter now, almost an attempt at a whisper but not exactly the best when his voice is still loud enough to hear from far away.

Moving to the desk that Sun points towards, Y/N steps around to the back, peering at the different items that are on it. Sun stands somewhat behind them, observing, fidgeting. He didn't want to get into trouble, but he also didn't want to lose his friend! He would just have to deal with this for a little bit and then they could continue all their fun activities.

After looking at all the different things on the desk, Y/N focuses on the Freddy head, pressing its nose lets out a small honk noise and opening the case to reveal what looks like a security card. Picking it up and looking at it in their hands, they are startled when the lights suddenly shut off. That should not have happened yet, it wasn't the end of the hour yet.

"No! NO! The lights, the lights!" Sun shouts, his calm demeanour completely shattered as he jumps on the desk.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't realise that it would t-turn off the lights!" Y/N quickly responds

"Turn them back on! Back on! Back o-" His voice is interrupted as he suddenly locks up and falls back off the desk, landing with a solid thump. There are some mechanical noises from behind the desk before an animatronic pokes its head above and looks directly at Y/N.

"Naughty Naughty, you must be punished," The new animatronic says before quickly jumping away, something that seems like it should have been impossible. Y/N was at a complete loss of what to do now, they were told to never turn the lights off and they had done just that. Luckily Freddy's voice cuts through the new silence to give them the reprieve of advice.

"Y/N! What happened? The lights to the daycare have gone out, are you okay?" His voice was filled with concern, luckily for now they were okay but that would probably not last anymore.

"Y-yeah I’m fine, but w-what do I do? how do I turn the lights back on?" The frantic reply came from Y/N's voice quickly, they were panicking more than they first thought.

"There are backup generators within the play structure, you must turn those on, and hurry!" Y/N didn’t have to be told twice, they quickly began to move, taking a flashlight from a Freddy head on the wall and turning it on. They quickly move towards the play structure, seeing what was probably the new animatronic in the corner of their eye. Though now that they thought, it wasn't a new animatronic, it was just the Daycare Attendant in their other state, the Moon.

Moon was lurking around, they knew where Y/N was but they knew the rules, they couldn't just get them immediately, they needed a chance. There was no fun in giving someone no chance, no no no, they would give them the head start and then they would chase, chase chase chase, the little rulebreaker would pay.

Crawling through the play structure was somewhat difficult, being a bit too big to do it comfortably, it was meant for kids after all. They made their way through though, turning one of three of the generators before they even saw Moon again. When they did see Moon, however, they were in trouble. He was fast, very fast and very flexible, he moved through the play area effortlessly. Which just meant that Y/N had to get out of the play area to be on a slightly more even playing field.

Y/N runs to the other play area, having decided that they must have found all the generators in the side they were on. Knocking over a few of the stacked up cylinders in an attempt to distract Moon, luckily it worked, hearing the screams of "Rghh, Clean up! Clean up!" Which seemed to give them enough time to move into the other play structure and activate at least one generator, which meant only one more was needed.

Unfortunately, the distraction seemed to have stopped working for now as Moon had entered the same play structure as them, with Y/N having to be as quick as they can just to avoid getting caught. There were close calls with Moon almost cutting them off and almost catching them in the tight tunnels that they were slowest in. However it wasn't until they reached the last generator that Moon got them, it was as they were coming out of the tube, his hand grabbed their ankle which threw them to the ground.

"Naughty, naughty," Came Moon's ominous voice, they slid out of the tunnel as Y/N turned themselves over to look at him, he stood tall and looking down at Y/N. This was it, they were screwed. "Looks like you're going to get your punishment now, hee hee," The shrill laugh sent shivers down their spine, but as they look around for anything they can use to get out of this situation that is when they spot the silhouette of Moon being cast by their flashlight. Using the adrenaline still flowing through their veins, Y/N grabs the flashlight and flings it at Moon’s head.

A loud clank echos through the Daycare as the flashlight hits Moon directly on the head, which seems to distract him or at least knock the sense out of him for a moment. "Rghh NAUGHTY! NAUGHTY!" He shouts, before looking back down and seeing that Y/N had moved, looking up to see them at the final generator, right as they flick it on.

As they turn on the final generator, the lights come on, they turn quickly expecting to see Moon standing there, but nothing is there. Whether he just left or if the lights had disintegrated him, Y/N was slightly unbothered due to how close they just came to probably have something done to them which they would not like.

Moving out of the play structure they move to the door they previously intended to use, but as they get to it and press the button to leave that is when they are suddenly grabbed from behind and lifted again, similar to the ball pit. They manage to avoid screaming this time, though they are still very startled. Luckily it is Sun now and not Moon.

"Bad bad bad! You are hereby banned from Daycare!" Sun’s voice comes from behind, Y/N quickly moves to turn to him and begins spouting apologies.

"I'm so sorry I had no idea that thing would turn off the lights, and I didn't know that the lights being off would be that bad anyway but I'm really sorry!" The ramble comes out almost as one word they are speaking so fast.

"Hmph, well I suppose if you did not know I can accept your apology, and will not ban you for life, but don’t come back tonight! you are banned for tonight!" He replies in his upbeat tone, though more serious for the last part. At least he was not holding it against them, that was nice. He slams the door shut after finishing, which leaves Y/N to just turn around, and see something not so great.

Standing behind them are all four main attractions, though Freddy does look quite out of place right now, standing with a much less aggressive pose than the rest of them. All three of the others speak at once, their voices coming out less organic than before, which would be normal for animatronics if Freddy wasn't proof that these were not normal animatronics.

"Hey, Little Guy!" "Your family is looking for you." "You can't outrun me."

Freddy however stays silent as the other three all stare at Y/N, just waiting. Y/N isn't sure what to do, their paths are all blocked, Freddy wasn't saying anything so he could have been hacked too by this point, the only slight chance they had was the path to the left, which had a somewhat decently sized opening. Taking the initiative, they sprint towards the staircase, Freddy and Chica seeing this and both of them lunging to grab them. Luckily it seems Freddy forgot how big he was, as he trips and completely falls onto Chica, knocking them both to the ground and somewhat blocking the path of the other two.

Behind them, Y/N hears the cries of three different voices, but they all sound the same in their tone. Roxanne, Chica and Montgomery all yell Freddy's name in unison, likely because of them seeing what he just did. Freddy's reply, however, gives Y/N some hope that he is simply acting. "Ah, Sorry Chica my enthusiasm made me get ahead of myself." He spoke like his usual polite self, lacking the robotic tone that the others still had. Y/N couldn't focus on it for too long, however, as the animatronics would be on them soon enough.

As soon as they reach the top of the stairs, however, the lights go out again. Right on time for the hourly power divergence, which was not good. Y/N runs, trying to get to the shutter that led them to this area in the first place, but they run into a block almost straight away when they reach the Freddy gate, as they still cannot exit through it.

This is when the knight in colourful makeup and a nice little hat shows up. Freddy runs towards Y/N, waving in what they think is an attempt to appear passive. When he gets close he begins to talk, explaining his previous action.

"Y/N, I am very glad you are okay. I am sorry I could not have helped more outside the Daycare, but I wanted to still appear as if I was following the same programming as them," The fact Freddy was on their side still was enough to make Y/N feel very happy so they didn't even mind that he had acted, it was quite amusing to see Chica get completely knocked to the floor by him anyway.

Finally reaching Y/N Freddy's presence makes the gate open and they both proceed through it, Freddy leading the way to the recharge station, which they thankfully reach before even running into Moon once. They get to the station which is when Freddy looks back at Y/N, before grabbing them and pulling them into the recharge station with them.

"Uhh is this not dangerous?" Y/N asks frantically, surely a human being in a charging station wasn't a good idea.

"Do not worry, these stations charge with a very safe voltage and current. You should not even feel anything," It was reassuring and once again Y/N found themselves happy to listen to whatever Freddy wanted to say.

However it was during this time in the station that they saw something strange, a Bunny mascot skipping across the windows point of view, it was very strange, to say the least. "Hey, d-did you see that?"

"See what?" The clueless sounding reply comes.

"There was, a bunny looking thing, skipping across in front of the fountain." Y/N was starting to be concerned with their mental state, maybe they hit their head in the Daycare.

"I did not see anything like that, are you okay? Do you need me to take you to a first aid station?" His concern is nice, but a first aid station probably wouldn't help here.

"No, I-It's fine, I must just be stressed heh," The laugh comes out more like a sigh, Freddy seems to notice as he slowly wraps his arms around them. Y/N gave no resistance to the Robo-hug, it was nice, it felt safe. Sadly though, it couldn't last forever and they eventually had to break the hug. "Thanks, Freddy, I'm really glad you're different, I don't know what I’d do without you to help me." Just saying that sent another thought through their mind, maybe putting the other animatronics into the same state would be more helpful than they first thought.

"You seem to be focusing on something," Freddy's voice brought them out of their thoughts.

"I'm just thinking of if trying to get the other animatronics on our side would be worth it. M-maybe you could convince them to go do something with you and turn them to safe mode while they are distracted," It was upon saying what they did that Y/N realised they had no idea how an animatronic was put into safe mode. Thankfully Freddy would be giving a nice lesson about it.

"Well, I'm not sure if I would be able to convince any of them to get into a position like that. Restarting an animatronic into safe mode requires more effort than simply flipping a switch, unfortunately. We would have to get them within parts and service and into the animatronic working chair. It would be quite difficult for me to do so without raising suspicion. I am sorry," It was a lot more complicated than they first thought, but they held hope that it could be done if they managed to think of something.

"It's alright y-you don't have to be sorry. I'm sure we can think of something if we need them, but for now, we should just focus on everything else, like what we should do next."

"I agree, the pass you got should allow you into the main atrium now, we will have a better idea of what to do there. Let's get going superstar."

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #fnaf daycare attendant #alternate universe #unfinished fanfic

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demialwrites · 11 months ago

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For no real reason, I wrote about what might happen if the Turks found my fanfic (or yours?) printed out and anonymously distributed. Felt a bit cringe but it was fun to write

You keep your face covered by the small stack of white paper. Mustering your best confused expression, you do your best to keep your hand from shaking. You pretend to read. But you've already read every word. You were the one who wrote it.

Tseng is at his desk. Reno and Rude sit opposite the coffee table, and you're sitting next to Rude. They're all boring holes with their eyes into their own paper. The rest are all over the table. Rude turns the paper sideways, checking if that helps his comprehension.

Tseng's forehead is resting against his hand as he looks down at the words on the page. It's a mix of concern and disgust, with a frown so deep you're concerned it'll stay there permanently.

"I'm not even into this!" Reno insists angrily to the room, waving the papers.

"On what planet are people even into this?" Tseng agrees.

"Yes, this is...just...awful," says Rude.

"What?! You're barely in here!" Reno smacks his share of the papers, the sound which makes you turn pale just like said paper.

"I think this person might not know about me. I'm not in any of these. And it's mostly men." You say it awkwardly as hell but it's the truth.

"Noooo, there's some about that chick Tifa and plenty about that Ancient, here, too." Reno gags, adding, "Even Cloud wears a dress in some."

At the mention of Tifa, Rude starts slowly and slyly checking the other sheets.

"What I don't understand," Tseng says thoughtfully, "is who this 'Reader' is. We'll be in trouble if someone has inside information."

"The board will eat us alive," groans Reno.

Rude plucks one of the sheets from in front of you.

Tseng looks up from the papers spread across his desk. "I'm going to inform the president. This may be a serious breach of security."

Every word Tseng speaks tenses your body little by little. He may be observant enough to tell who wrote these stories. Or maybe not. He has a lot on his plate already. At his declaration of bringing the president into this, you shoot up to your feet.

"We should burn it!" You shout too loudly. You had copies in encrypted folders on your personal computer, anyway.

"Why?" Reno asks suspiciously.

"Because, uhh, it's disgusting?"

"True," says Tseng.

That hurts but you don't dare a say a single word. Before Tseng can leave, his landline starts ringing. He picks up the receiver.

"Yes, Mr.-"

You can't hear anything on the other line. In fact, the absence of a raised voice is chilling. Tseng is blinking and agreeing with what Rufus is saying. "Yes, Sir," he says softly, placing the receiver in its cradle. "The president is...displeased."

"You mean he's pissed," hisses Reno.

"I don't see the problem," Rude quietly says beside you.

"Because!" Reno leans across the coffee table and snatches the paper out of his partner's hands. "You found the Tifa ones! Didntcha?"

Rude acts shocked. His pride won't let him be seen wrestling them back so he resigns himself to glancing at other sheets.

Five minutes later, the four of you are lined up in front of President Shinra's desk. You're grateful Elena is busy elsewhere, even if you like her energy. She would have been louder than Reno and you couldn't take it right now.

Rufus is telling you all that he wants you to find the 'traitor' so he can turn their brain over to Professor Hojo for analysis. You scramble to head this off, but casually.

"I...don't think they'll admit to anything if we threaten their life," you suggest cautiously.

He frowns at you before continuing, and you're aware of a bead of sweat at your temple. "Scarlett has become insufferable. She's handed out her favourites to her whole department, calling them 'educational materials.' And productivity is down 60% company-wide," he says, waving his hand over the desk.

"Company-wide!? E-e-everyone is reading these, S-sir?"

"Yes."

You must look ready to pass out because Rude squeezes your shoulder in reassurance. Maybe your next fanfic should be about Reader melting into the floor and dripping down to the next level of the tower, never to be heard from or seen again.

"Do we have any clues as to who this is, Sir?" Rude volunteers.

Rufus picks through his own copies on his desk. He pulls one up. "We know they either have a vagina..." He picks up another. "Or a penis."

Reno starts coughs loudly.

Tseng steps forward to keep the conversation on track. "The problem is not the theme, it's the confidential information hidden inside." You silently curse the level of realism in the writing. He continues, "This person must be caught and stopped."

"What if they wanted to stop now and that's why they distributed these?" You ask.

Reno leans towards you. "You sound awfully defensive of this weirdo."

You open your mouth to defend yourself.

"Tell you what," interrupts Rufus, pointing at you all. "If you find this person, I'll let them go if they promise to stop writing this nonsense. And...if they can go four rounds with Reno like in this one." He holds up a particularly thick set of paper.

You blush, while Reno shouts, "Four?!"

"You read the whole thing, Sir?" asks Rude.

"It was riveting." He smiles but his tone is mocking.

Reno is muttering expletives to himself and repeating the phrase "four rounds."

"Reno!" You nudge him. "Be serious!"

Ah, but you were too bold.

"Be serious?! You wrote it!" He jabs a finger in your horrified face. "That's right. We knew!"

"No!" you shout in protest but you can't sound convincing anymore.

"You gave a good performance," congratulates the president.

Dropping the act, the others react to the illicit material written about them. Tseng looks disappointed in you. Rude wants to know why more isn't written of him. Reno gets in your space to slyly grin and ask if you really thought he could "go four times."

"Enough." The president's command ends the chatter. Then he smiles widely. "Your punishment." Your stomach drops. "I'll be picking my favourite and reading it at the next company address."

Your knees fall to the floor. "No, Sir, please-"

#ff7 #ff7 rebirth #ff7 remake #death comes for the writer whose work is read out loud #trash #rambling nonsense #gender neutral reader

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xthe-writing-vampirex · 3 years ago

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I..um.. first off I really love the Sundrop and Moondrop g/t stuff you wrote, I was so glad to see someone writing g/t stuff with them and then I saw how you wrote vore and well... I feel really shy asking this but um, would it be alright if I requested a situation with Moondrop where he noms his and Sun's tiny s/o for the first time with a bit of fear play involved, in order to protect them from someone/something else?

No need to be shy I'm happy to write this for you! I definitely had to build my own version of Moon, seeing as he doesn't get much of a personality in the game. I hope thats okay with you and I really hope you like this little short story. I had a lot of fun writing it💕

Moondrop x Borrower! Reader (S/O, ⚠SoftVore⚠)

Word Count: 1,272

Warnings: Fear play, ⚠Vore⚠, mentions of death

Fandom: FNAF Security Breach

Parings: Moondrop x His and Sun's tiny S/O

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All of the animatronics had been acting really odd all night. You weren't close with all of them but even your Sunny just wasn't acting right. He was super twitchy and on edge and you couldn't quite put your finger on why. It definitely scared you in a way, making you avoid the daycare at first. Sadly for you a bunny character you didn't recognize spotted you as you worked your way back from Rockstar row. Originally you wanted to simply go home, hide in the walls to avoid whatever oddity was currently taking over the pizzaplex. Unfortunately for you the bunny girl had no plans of letting you go. She followed you through the halls, skipping around like she didn't have a care in the world. The knife in her hand glinted in the neon lights of the pizzaplex, reminding you of her intentions. Thankfully you weren't that far from the Daycare and the attendant you'd come to love over these past few months.

Slipping down the slide and into the daycare the sight before you is a bit shocking. The daycare is completely dark, glow in the dark stars showing the nighttime theme. You remembered Sunny warning you about this side of himself and your heart sinks at the thought. You came here to be safe…..but it seems like that may not be a realistic goal given the circumstances.

Suddenly a white gloved hand comes out of nowhere, easily picking you up and dangling you by one leg. You let out a scream of fear as you look down into the white and black face of your captor. This must be Moondrop, the side of himself that Sunny fights so hard to avoid letting out. As the animatronics bright red eyes bore through your soul you soon figure out why.

"Naughty Naughty! Everyone must be in bed!" The bot says, carrying you over to another part of the daycare. The animatronic then carefully puts you underneath a small cloth as a blanket, trying to get you to go to sleep. As the doors at the top of the daycare open you remember why you came here in the first place.

"Moondrop! Please….its Y/N...Sunny's partner…..I need help. The bunny is after me!" You say, voice filled with fear. Moon didn't seem to intend to harm you so you had a bit more confidence in talking to him. He looks up towards the walkway at the top of the daycare, spotting the homicidal bunny in question. He immediately recognized her, having seen her sneaking around all night. The knife in her hand told him all he needed to know about her intent. He hadn't met Y/N yet but he knew Sunny cared for them and that by itself was enough to make him want to protect the small being.

Thinking rather fast, and not really giving reactions much thought in the process, the moon animatronic carefully lifts the borrower above his open mouth. Unlike Sunny's, which practically glows yellow, Moon's is pitch black. You can't help the immediate terror you feel. Though you've had Sunny do the same before to warm you up, you weren't sure if this would be the same. They may be the same Animatronic but you don't trust Moon like you do your sweet ball of sunshine. You let out a small noise of fear and grip onto the gloved hand of the animatronic in question, closing your eyes as you try to pretend this isn't happening.

Soon enough though, its impossible to ignore that it in fact is happening. The pitch black darkness you've been dropped into is smooth and oddly not wet like a human mouth would be. What you assume is the animatronic's tongue carefully wraps around you in what oddly feels like a hug. Maybe Moon was trying to calm you down? After all you were shaking like a leaf and tears just wouldn't stop falling from your eyes. This felt like a nightmare and you couldn't help feeling like this was the end of the line for you.

As you fall into what you think is his stomach, something amazing can be seen. Tiny lights appear all around you, revealing the darkness to in fact be navy blue. For a moment it seems like you're floating among the stars in the night sky. Sadly for your nerves that feeling eventually wears off. You stand up, banging on the sides as tears fall down your face.

"Let me out! I don't want to die! Please….please let me out!"

The sound of your fear breaks the animatronics heart, but he has to stay quiet until the bunny leaves. Thankfully that doesn't take too long. Once she's out of ear shot the Moon animatronic finally responds to your pleas.

"Y/N please stop banging that actually hurts." Is all he says. At first anyway. You continue your banging, more tears falling as you assume he intends to simply trap you there. What would happen when he became sun again? Would the transformation kill you?

"So naughty. Listen. I do not plan to cause you any harm. I'm simply trying to hide you from the rabbit. Could you stop banging on my insides?" Hide you from the rabbit? It did make some sense that he would do that. After all Sun would be livid with him if he let anything happen to Y/N. Is it possible for that kind of love to carry over, or was Moon a different animatronic all together? Stopping the banging you sit down, pulling your legs up to your chest and allowing the small whimpers of your crying to take you away from this.

"I am sorry for causing you so much distress Y/N, but you are in no danger. Many children have slept where you are and are completely unharmed. I'm not the monster Sun seems to have made me out to be." You hear, looking up to where you assume his voice box must be located. Why would a child want to be in here?

"Why…….Why would a child want to be here?" You ask between sniffles, trying to pull yourself together. Maybe he wasn't as dangerous as everyone said he was. But so many were freaked out by him or in Sun's case absolutely terrified. He never wanted to let him out around you and you wanted to know why.

"Comfort I suppose. They often ask for it. When I asked why, they said it's because they feel safe." Looking around the dark, starry night before you, you feel the material of what you're sitting in. It's soft and warm to the touch, almost like a little heated blanket. Having that around you on all sides must feel like being in a cocoon.

"I-I guess I can understand that…...it feels like a warm blanket. If I'd asked for it I probably wouldn't be freaking out as much." You reply, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. He's not human so he can't exactly digest anything. Odds are this is just a compartment somewhere in him that was constructed to be more life-like. That would explain how Chica eats so much pizza without a problem. You notice after a while that the moon animatronic hasn't responded to you, worry begins to take over.

"Is everything okay, big guy?" You ask, voice still shaky from the fear of everything before this.

"It's fine. I just…...thank you for actually talking to me instead of simply continuing to assume the worst. I can see why Sun likes you."

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the-broken-truth · 3 years ago

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Beast!Roxanne Wolf - Don't Mess With The Queen's Mate

Broken Truth: @security-breach-imagines has spoiled us again with a new Beast!Roxanne Artwork and a new idea for a story has wormed its way into my head, so what kind of writer would I be if I didn't write it out? Now, let the words weave together.

[The Beast Queen's Village - Around Highnoon]

The sun beamed from the highest point in the sky upon the golden rectangular earring that dangled from the right ear of the Queen's Mate as you wanted along the dusted paths of the streets of the village with a woven basket in your hands - a single thing on your mind and that thing were apples.

Yes. Apples.

The fruit of the divines in your opinion and you just so happened to have run out of them in the castle. Roxanne offered to have a servant go to the village to retrieve your apples but you insisted that you go alone because you were tired of being stuck in the castle and this problem was the perfect excuse to get out a stretch your legs in the fresh air of the village; Roxanne was against it but you kept pushing until she agreed with you and gave you the money you needed for as many apples you wanted as well as a little extra in case you saw something you wanted. She had one of the servants give you a basket and on your way, you were to get the delicious fruit that you were craving.

The people of the village looked at you and whispered amongst themselves: some wondering why you were in the village in the first place, others looking at the collar that was fastened around your next, while some were thinking about where the bite on your shoulder came from. All the questions were embarrassing when you opened your eyes and saw that you were before the Apple Seller.

You smiled at him as he greeted you before asking what he could do for you that day, you asked for 30 of his best [Apple Type] Apples before placing the basket on the counter before you as you reached to your pocket to get the pouch of riches as the vendor placed the apples in the basket. You paid him before collecting your basket and turned to return to the castle when you bumped into someone midturn. You opened your mouth to apologize when your eyes locked with familiar...and unwanted eyes.

The Eyes of your Ex - someone you never wanted to see again after they cheated on you with your former best friend and left you alone broken hearted; that was about 3 weeks before meeting Roxanne.

"[Your Name]?" Your ex said with a confused tone of voice.

"[Ex Name]." You said with venom in your voice as you held the basket of apples closer to you just as a large cloud consumed the sun and everyone began gathering around you and [Ex Name].

"Hey, [Your Name]. You look...good." They said as they eyed you up and down but their eyes stared at the collar with the large emerald for a few moments before looking back into your eyes.

"Thanks. Goodbye." You turned to leave but their voice stopped you.

"Wait, [Your Name], I was hoping to talk to you after..." [Ex Name] started but you finished.

"After what, [Ex Name]? After you cheated on me with [Former best Friend Name] and left me alone crying my heart out for weeks?" You snarled at them.

"I know that I was wrong but I want to make it up to you. Are you free tonight? I would love to take you out to dinner." They said but you just chuckled at them.

"You must have been gone for a long time or you haven't heard that I was taken already by the Beast Queen of this Village." You smirked at the mention of Roxanne and your ex's eyes widened in shock.

"That was true? I thought that they were lying to me when I went to your parents' house to look for you." [Ex Name] said but that made your eyebrow raise.

"Why were you looking for me at my parents' house? You know that I stopped talking to them years ago." You said.

"I thought since you weren't home, I thought you returned home to recover from what I did to you. Look, I'm sorry but I really want to give us another try. Forget the Beast Queen and come with me." [Ex Name] said with their hand reaching for you but they froze and their eyes looked wide in...fear?

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Am I interrupting something?" A familiar voice growled from behind you. You turned and there was Roxanne with her arms folded, glaring at [Ex Name] with a frozen fury that could freeze the entire world.

"I asked you a question, Human." She growled at [Ex Name], "Who the hell do you think you are trying to take my mate away from me? Do you think that you have the right...the gall?" She growled.

No answer came.

"Weak. Get out of m face before I kill you." Roxanne snapped and [Ex Name] turned in their heel and bolted away from the scenes just as Roxanne turned to face you and pickled you from the ground and secured you in her arms before walking in the direction of the castle.

"Jealous much?" You asked as you munched on an apple.

"No one takes what belongs to me...and you're never leaving the castle again."

#beast roxanne wolf #roxanne wolf x reader

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yanderenightmare · 4 years ago

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bitchy bratty catty pretty-girl who gives fuck-all, the school tries to straighten her ways by introducing her to a temporary captured shiggy, who is soooo fucking pissed off at this smug pretty bitch, going to track her down and make her pay!!!! >-< plez Mizz Nightmare

yandere kidnapper ! SHIGARAKI TOMURA

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, dubcon/noncon, abuse, profanity, bullying, anxiety, drugging, kidnapping, abduction

CUTTHROAT

“Wow! Right for the kill?! You’re real cutthroat.”

She wasn’t really surprised to hear that they’d caught him, and unlike many others she wasn’t surprised to hear that they’d be holding him on campus. She had full confidence in both the faculty, the promising Hero-course students, and UA’s security system, knowing damn well it could serve well as a prison not just for the students who went there, such as herself, but for the leader of the League of Villains as well.

To say she felt safe as she walked with Aizawa to meet him would be an understatement. She knew why the teacher had been tasked with taking her there, the intention being to scare her, give her a picture of what scum she would become if she continued down the path of fuck-all she was currently on. But, even though she wanted to rebel against taking any orders, she was feeling something far more superior than the will to fight back, something that trumped safety and laid waste to fear, she was feeling thrill.

This would be a means to an end, a cure for boredom as well as a way to show once and for all that she was a hopeless cause, maybe then these obsessive heroes would leave her the fuck alone already.

“Wow, you’re really ugly! I mean, they warned me you were, but I could never’ve imagined it’d be this bad!”

She was jeering laughs at the lanky figure who towered over her, his hand wrapped tightly around her throat and his eyes spiraling in disbelief in process of understanding why what was found beneath his fingertips wasn’t turning to ash.

“Aren’t bad guys supposed to be sexy?” Her idiotic rambling only succeeded in confusing him more as she shrugged his seemingly useless normal hand away, walking to sit down on the floor, knowing it would be a while until Aizawa let her out again. “You know, to seduce and lure people into their ranks?” She looked over the meal tray he’d flipped out of her hand before seizing her throat, nothing sharp, no cutlery, no broken glass, just one measly apple. “I’m guessing you’re not in charge of recruiting. I mean… who would ever want to follow your ugly mug?”

She watched in anticipation of what remark he’d hurl her way. She’d heard he was bratty, she’d heard he was the one who could set her straight, divert her from this collision-course she’d set herself out on. Yet, his response was more than disappointing, not at all the tornado of a tantrum she had been preparing for. “You talk too much.” He didn’t even sound at all any provoked by her words, dismissing her as he slowly made to pick up the apple from the ground, checking to see if it was his quirk that was gone or if there was something else afoot, finding his answer in the ashes of the fruit.

“Come on.” She drawled, crossing her legs beneath her, keen eyes looking at him as he too sat back down to lean against the wall, looking only a fair bit of annoyed with her presence, as though she were a stain on his shirt, an inconvenience of some sorts. “You were gonna kill me!” She laughed, his red scrutinizing orbs looking to her with a sneer. “Without a thought, in cold blood, no remorse, even after I gave you food like the mutt you are, the least I can do is spit in your face!”

He didn’t answer. Eyes still set on her where she sat planted without a single care, annoyed with how comfortable she looked, as though she were in her element, as though she was winning some sort of game, a game that wasn’t even about him as her eyes flittered to the black-glass of the window every now and again.

She clicked her tongue, beginning a new ramble. “Tell me, Shiggy.” She smiled, eyes wicked and gleaming and untamed. “That quirk of yours…”

She might have phrased it all like a question, but Shigaraki could hear it plain and simple, how her one goal was to mock him, poke at him until he burst, and not even for the sake of watching him burst, but for the sake of proving to whomever was on the other side of that glass that they couldn’t tame her. He didn’t need to know her entire story to see that much, how he was being used as a pawn to convert some meaningless pretty-girl.

“Can you control it? Or does everything you touch turn to ash no matter your desire?” It wouldn’t have been out of place if she’d licked her lips with how dripping with venom her words were. “It’s like the Midas touch, isn’t it?”

Her poetic phrasing of his deadly quirk had his eyes narrowing, but he hadn’t much time to think her wording over before she began a new escapade.

“Have you ever fucked anyone, Shiggy?” She didn’t even look at him as she asked, alerting him of what he already knew, how she had no interest in his answer, only his reaction, and the reaction his reaction would beckon from the people in the other room.

She was trying to rile him up, prove how vicious she could be, prove how she hadn’t a single fuck to give.

“I bet you’ve never truly touched anyone. How could you? I mean, first…” She laid down on her back with a careless roll, looking to the ceiling, ignoring him if it weren’t for the fact she was talking to him, or about him, or at him. “Who would ever want to fuck you? All those wrinkles and all those scars. You look like the onset of death.” She giggled, and he watched her tits bounce as though they were laughing at him too. “I cannot imagine anyone willingly wanting whatever you have to offer. And even if you force it on them, you’d be bound to fuck up with how much they’d struggle.” You’d think she carried a vendetta toward him, with how personal her attacks were, yet it was all given away with how little she was paying attention to him, as though she’d judged already whatever it was she found interesting and was now done with him. All she remained focused on was creating a show, to see how far she could take it before anyone came in to stop her, how much she could poke until something snapped, how much she could bend until something broke. “Just one slip of the hand and you’re left with your dick only halfway wet in a pile of dust.”

He didn’t know if she knew how correct her imagery was, he guessed she didn’t, he wanted to believe she’d show a bit more restraint then, a bit more unease, more respect. She acted as though she wasn’t trapped in a box with a notorious villain, seemingly unaware of her own stature as well as his. She was nothing but a school-girl and yet she felt comfortable enough in her safety to be lying on her back, flinging insult at the person she was locked in with.

“I don’t see how it could bother you for too long though.” Again, she had him intrigued. “I mean… pretty stupid bitches who’re only worth one fuck anyway can’t really be counted as a loss, can it?”

It was clear she didn’t view herself as one of said pretty stupid bitches, even though a pretty stupid bitch is exactly what she looked like in Shigaraki’s eyes. Perhaps that was her point exactly.

“Have you ever dusted someone who did count as a loss?” She rolled over, head propped up on her elbows, laying in her palms, her feet kicking the air behind her. “You ever fuck up so bad? Committed an irredeemable act? Something so unforgivable even you can’t forgive yourself?” Her eyes were set on him again now. “Do you think about it every day?” Her tone shifted then, to something sadistically sweet. “Does it hurt just as much now as it did then?” Her face split into a grin, eyes ablaze as she observed, searched for a breach in his composure. “What happened to mommy and daddy, Shiggy.” She singsonged, toying with him. “Were they your first victims? Did you cry? Do you still cry? Or did they deserve it?”

Her look was earnest, salacious until she rolled her eyes in boredom at his lack of response.

Sighing, she calmed back down, briefly. “I get it… You don’t want to play with me ‘cause you don’t think I’m a worthy player.” She scoffed as she looked to the side with a melodramatic drag. “You should check yourself. We keep you in a cage, give you food, have you on a leash and collar. You’re nothing but our pet!”

She giggled again, biting her tongue, gnawing on it between the rows of her teeth with her mouth open in a wide smile.

“You know… My quirk is called immunity, but it should really be called repellent.” She looked at her hands then, now kneeling in front of him. Her gaze split like lightning, snapping to look at him again, a catlike smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. “You and I aren’t that different, are we?” It looked for a second as though she were about to stand up, but the movement fell short as she instead gave way to crawl closer to him, one elegant arm followed by the other, all with the grace of a huntress, a panther easing in for the kill. “In fact… I think I’d go as far and say we’re the exact same…” His eyes didn’t deceive him, this time she did lick her lips, only now her words weren’t dripping with venom, but with some other sickly-sweet nectar. “’Cause…where I never let anyone come close, you let ‘em come close… only for them to die!”

“That’s enough.” He must have closed his eyes the second he felt her breath fan over his face, because he’d missed the time the erasure hero had walked in. “This was a waste of time.” The dark-haired man groaned, disappointed.

“Aw, really?”

She wasn’t in front of him anymore, to his surprising disappointment, though her sweet smell still lingered about him pleasantly.

“And I was just getting to the fun part…” She walked to the threshold of the cell-door, not once indicating she’d turn around and take one final look at him. “Well, anyway… tootles, pet.”

Even as she insulted him, she did it twice over by not returning his gaze.

She was still sleeping, she noted as her mind, though still groggy and drowsed out, became lucid enough to start thinking. She was sleeping, yet the sleep felt unsafe, as though her alarm was bound to go off any second, firmly shaking her awake and telling her time was running out for her to get to school. And if she’d slept through the alarm, a teacher was soon to come fetch her. Yet, for now she remained halfway asleep, waiting for an alarm or a knock on the door unknowing of how it would never arrive.

He wasn’t sure if it was the drug that had perhaps made some of her senses dull under the impression, for… surely she should feel that her mouth was stuffed full and made to suck on a rag, surely she should feel that her wrists were tied together behind her back, and how her thighs and legs were secured together in a frog tie, the rough rope, scratchy in texture, and how it scraped against her soft doughy skin. Perhaps he didn’t tie them tight enough. It was hard to get a good grip without accidentally dusting the ropes, but he knew the struggle was worth it, seeing her now, in all her defenseless vulnerable rightful glory.

“Not so tough now…” He taunted at her small sleeping frame. Even with her clothes still on, he knew her naked body was only a mere touch away from him. How he could spread her open without her being able to kick, only wiggle for him, like a worm on a hook. No… that imagery is too ugly to be describing her, when she’s so far from ugly. She’s more like a butterfly trapped on a pin, wings fluttering hopelessly, reduced to nothing but beauty, nothing but a little doll for him to play with, tamper and poke fun at just like how she’d done back when he was captured at UA.

He decided pro putting the blindfold on her, perhaps the product of her bullying him in the cell, her jabs at his appearance subconsciously having gotten to him despite himself wanting to dust them off like he did with everything else. Her comments were sharp, and seemed to have the same type of immunity her body had, where his ego, much like himself, hadn’t the thickest of skin. Besides, she was… so painfully out of his league.

It hardly mattered though, now that he would regain all the control.

She laid on her stomach, face mushed against the mattress. He’d removed the pillows and comforter so she’d be placed like a centerpiece on his little operating table. She looked so harmless now, so sweet, especially tied up the way she was, and with those whimpering moans that were simmering to the surface, breaching her sleep, escorted by her wiggling, her delicious tempting little wiggling, begging for Shigaraki to come introduce himself, now with the turned tables.

“Did you really think I was just gonna let it slide?” Her wiggles came to an abrupt holt, breath caught in her throat, making her choke out a curt gasp through the thickness of her makeshift gag. “Did you think you were safe? Like you were simply spitting on a grave. No ghosts coming to haunt you.” She panicked once she felt the bed dip, four fingers sharp in their venture, sweeping up her back, settling around her neck, drawing out painful sudden studded goosebumps, spreading across her skin like wildfire in a field. “Silly little slut.” She squealed at the feel of his warm breath on her cheek, unable to move away, her head halfway buried in the soft mattress, teeth sinking into the cloth in her mouth when his tongue, wet with drool, large and flat, dragged up her already teary cheek. “Boo.”

Her ears were burning, so much blood gushing and rushing and pooling in her head like a storm, she barely registered him drawing back with that maniacal giggle, where with as trademark as it were, there was no doubt where she was or who she was with. Yet, she hadn’t the time to think about it, she hadn’t the time to regret or answer questions she hadn’t even the time to ask, because as her mind was cooking up chaotic whirlwinds of fear, crippling fear despite being crippled enough already, brutal fear that her gut feeling like acid festering and mind reeling in on itself in such vehemence she felt she might just faint, give out like a light in a blizzard, she was given no time before he was talking again, pushing her even further out on the edge she found herself, stepping on her fingers one by one, with no mercy as she dangled above jagged rock that were sure to spear her like an arrow through a dove.

“You were wrong, you know.” She felt his hands trace a careful set of four fingers down the fabric of her shirt, rubbing into her spine, further pushing the breath from out of her lungs. “I’ve fucked before.” He spoke casually, though peppered in between the notes of nonchalance was found the spiked flavors of spiteful mockery, like the mean girl on campus, like how she usually talks, like how she had spoken to him. “But, what I haven’t done is played with someone’s body the way I’m gonna play with yours.” He listened to her whimper, sobs surely to soon wrack through her body, uncontrollably and thoroughly, making her gasp and choke on nothing but air and fear. “I mean, it’s only fair.” She heard the shrug in his voice, that sarcastic sigh and lightheartedness. “You fuck with me, I fuck with you.” This time he growled and she swore she would piss herself with how scared she was.

He was going to kill her, she knew it, she could feel it crawling up and down her body as though mites were hidden in her clothes. She already sensed him peeling off her skin, flaying her with her screaming. And in those seconds, those hopeless seconds, she wished for death, for it to be quick, painless, like simply snuffing out a light. She nearly prayed, squeezing her eyes shut to pray to that God or Devil she never believed in, never needed as badly as she needed them now. She wished for her heart to give out, for the right vein to pop, for a lung to collapse, anything, just for her to be dead before he had the mind to torture her to death.

“Does that sound fun, pet.” And there she broke, waterworks in full effect, no longer simple silent tears but something that had built under pressure like boiling pot of water, bubbling, soon to be blubbering incoherent sobs out into her gag, all to his vengeful amusement.

He watched her for a moment, one longer than he’d probably intended, despite not having view of her eyes, watching the blindfold wet as her eyes leaked at the complete overwhelming loss of hope, lips sucking on the gag those tears that managed to escape and run down to salt her lips.

“So pretty, aren’t you?” He accused, giving her barefoot a squeeze, making her wiggle with what mobility the bonds allowed her, looking handicapped, as though he’d disintegrated both her arms and legs when he’d simply tied them up where they would be stored safely and out of the way until he deemed it okay for her to use them again, where until then… she’d remain his little immobile toy. “Pretty little girl, all tied up.” He giggled, both amused and pleased, leaning down to tug those locks of hair that had curtained her face behind her ear, making the thin wisps at the back of her neck bristle in alarm. “All alone with the big bad ugly villain.” He bit it out with a smirk, and she swore she felt venom drop where he spit the words on her face. “Pretty girl… dressed in such pretty things.” He mused, tugging on the fabric of her silk pajama shirt, his other hand stroking a thumb over himself and his caged member, the beast behind the boxer, the one she was still so completely unaware of. “To hide her rotten core.”

He snickered some more at the notice of how ticklish she was, or perhaps it wasn’t as much a reflex but rather a violent display of her fear, how she kicked, or tried to kick her legs, once his hand with its lanky slender fingers danced a pattern on the sole of her foot.

“They won’t be of much help to you now…”

It’s was a cute display, seeing her struggle in an attempt to swat away his spidering hand, endearing, had him drooling he realized, but didn’t bother to wipe his chin, instead giving into the urge he had to touch what was so temptingly sprawled out before him.

“I bet you think of these as your armor, don’t you?”

All five of his fingers touched down on her shirt, and soon there was no shirt left to separate his dry course fingers from her warm skin. He nearly let out a gasp as he watched how she stayed in place, having not become a pyramid of ash. Her beautiful body still right there, warm glowing skin still touchable, more touchable than anything else.

“Keeping you safe from prying eyes and hands… Not my hands though.”

He could excuse how he hesitated on the fact of him wanting to enjoy himself, wretchedly and thoroughly, gorging in every moment he was gonna make her scream, but… he knew that wasn’t the reason… he was… and he hated to admit it, but… nervous. He had this gorgeous creature trapped and under his thumb and he was nervous? No matter how terrified she was and immobilized it was like she still had the power, just like she had in that prison cell.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that he’d thought about her everyday he was trapped in there. She had said she would see him later yet she never once, not once, came a second time. Why would she lie? Just to fuck with him some more? One last and lasting punch in the face? He had dreamed of it. How many times had he fantasized about doing every possible nasty thing in the book to her, teach her a lesson, make her beg, make her kneel, make her bow before him? But now, having her right there, this frail little girl who wouldn’t have the strength to fight him even without the tight rope holding her down, this little girl who despite being just that had him enthralled for months, still just as hellbent, enslaved, spellbound to make her pay… but that wasn’t it either… making her pay was only half of it, maybe even less… what he wanted, what he truly wanted, was to prove to her that he could have her wrapped around his finger despite being what ugly freak she’d made him out to be, that despite being ugly, he could have a pretty-girl like her melting.

He gave fully into his wishes then, her shorts gone with a touch, leaving her in a precious pair of cotton boxers. A sigh of reverence left him, a shudder running through him. He was expecting red lace or something exotic, something vain and narcissistic meant to enhance or simply show off just how pretty she was. He figured that was what she’d dress in, something sexy, because she had the full body that one believes go hand in hand with hot lingerie, yet… she’d chosen comfort. And why wouldn’t she? When she could make it look like the hottest item his eyes ever had the privilege of seeing.

“Fuck…” He drawled, now with a wanton whine, his hand giving himself a squeeze as his cock was beginning to strain uncomfortably inside the confines of his boxers. “Just look at you…”

He only barely dared touch her, not just out of fear of her disappearing like anything else would, but because he didn’t at all feel as though he had the right to put his hands on something so beautiful.

“You shouldn’t be allowed to wear clothes.” He stated, still in awe. “Not when they cover up this perfect body.”

She screamed into her gag as he grabbed around her waist, pulling her pliable little body up into a kneeling position, then pulling and arranging some further to have her in the same position, just over his slap this time, with his bulging cock rubbing through the fabric of his briefs up into her still clothed sex, though with both cloths a thin material she felt the abrasive ticklish friction begin to stir something in her lower abdomen despite her fear and no regard to her disgust. And now, provided with the full view of her delectable little frame, her precious tits sprung free and strutting towards him with how her arms were bent in their confinement behind her back, and perky by both the cold wind of his breath and the goosebump-giving anxiety, leveled with his face, looking eager to receive his mouth, perfect nipples for him to suck on, gnaw between the rows of his teeth.

“These perfect tits…” He licked his lips, hands kneading one mound greedily as the other held her steady. “And this…” He placed all five fingers on the fabric of her panties, turning them to ash, all five staying to touch the delicate skin of her sex, feeling her quake, such a good replacement to feeling someone disintegrate. He groaned out a curse, body sagging, slouching at the sight of her exposed bare little private, he hunched over in awe as he ran his fingers through to disappear in the slit of her precious pussy. “This perfect little pussy.”

She wiggled on his digits with a squealing whimpering sob, so alive and warm and soft he could cry with how safe he was beginning to feel, without the fear of touching just a bit too much getting in the way. Although he was feeling the slight sensation of inferiority in the light of her perfection, or maybe even because of it, he decided he’d give a little scare, perhaps as a means of tipping or evening the scales.

“You know, pretty girl…” His other hand, the one not currently preoccupied with cupping her pussy, brutally brazen for the first time, spread its fingers to stroke the dome of her ass, before curling like claws to grab a fist-full of the ample flesh, making her jump and lose balance, resulting in falling flush against his chest all with a muffled cry. Her face mushed against his collar, her wet reddened nose painting tears onto his throat, such a strange type of comfort against his scars. “I’ve never slapped anyone?” He could feel her heartbeat and how it hammered like a race-horse on the track. “Or, no, I’ve slapped plenty, but a slap from me means death, usually.” His hand ascended, wrapping around her throat, all five fingers with hungry-pressured fingertips, guiding her back off his chest to sit properly, though leaning to bite her earlobe, all to feel her rub down on his aching cock some more. “But I slap you and it means pretty marks and pretty screams, doesn’t it?”

He laughed, knowing full well that he wasn’t going to hurt her, or at least not as badly as he had given reason to think.

“Such a fucking pretty girl, aren’t you?” He trailed a path of wet open-mouthed kisses down her neck and between her breasts, gripping her waist as she recoiled back. “With pretty tits.” Breath labored, or hefty with greed and desire. “Pretty girl with a pretty pussy.” He squeezed her sides, as though getting ready to make a ragdoll of her again, pulling her into the desired position. “Let me taste you.”

Her heart hammered like a hammer hitting an anvil, as she was placed on her back, hands crushed beneath her, uncomfortably wrenching in their bonds. Her mind, stuck in its prospect, hadn’t pieced it together, despite having been stripped naked, she still hadn’t given it a thought, hadn’t dared give it a thought, but his comment made the realization coat thickly, drape her and the pressure seemed too much for her mind to take, plummeting into a free-fall. He wasn’t just going to kill her, he was going to rape her first.

Thighs easily pried open for him to settle in between, scooting back on the bed so he could lie down, lower half humping the mattress desperately, imagining having her wrapped around him, but all in good time. She shook more than writhed, seizurely beneath him, with her blushed pussy a beautiful slit so ripe for the taking, quivering at the warming breath he whispered upon the tender flesh. With his hands wrapped around each their ankle he pushed her thighs and legs up and out of the way as to not have her knee him in the head while he feasted.

He listened to her struggling to breathe, her stomach rising and falling sporadically with her sobs, untuned and painful and begging for any kindness he had to spare, he was going to give her exactly that. Kindness.

His chapped lips felt so good it was cruel, abrasive and inescapably delicious, welcomed yet unwelcome by the bucking of her hips as she squealed into her gag, falling prey to more and more hopelessness. His tongue came second, warm and wet and long and strong, sliding in between her folds only to swipe up and flick off at her clit, forcing a shudder to run all the way through her core into the tips of her toes, mind reeling.

“So cute.” He noted the sensitivity with a mocking jeer, the sound simmering on her skin. “I bet a pretty girl like you’ve never been fucked by a guy like me before.” Then his teeth were the ones to make an impact, grazing over her budding clit with how it reached out in search for stimulation, having its wish granted in such a sense forcing her toes to curl. “Come on my ugly face, pretty-girl.” She really couldn’t resist with how his words were tickling on that sensitive spot, and how intent on finding and following that spot that had her coming on done and abusing it, playing with it with his tongue and chapped lips, switching between such smooth soft yet forceful pressure and bristled rough chaffed contact, making her spasm, wanting so desperately to tug her arms loose to push his incessant face off, because she wouldn’t be able to resist it, she was going to come and make an humiliating mess on his tongue just like he wanted, the knot was going to snap and she would be screaming from the force of it.

He smirked with the taste of her essence on his tongue, giving her a couple more torturous kitty-licks that had her brutally recoiling by the oversensitivity he was abusing. It served well as an ego-boost as he was suddenly feeling the urge to take her blindfold off, make her gaze upon who had her wrapped around his finger. What more, he wanted to remove her gag, hear what she had to say to defend herself, what pathetic please she would come with to try and prevent him from going any further.

His mouth sloshed its way up her stomach, hands touching and grabbing and groping with greedy fingers onto anything and everything they got ahold of, feeling up her smooth skin and soft flesh, before having made their way to grab at the blindfold. Her eyes were petrified, blinking rapidly, especially every time his clothed cock bumped into her bare pussy, leaving strings of spit and fine silken cum to hang from between where she parted with the cotton of his pants.

She was thoroughly out of it, delirious, fear-ridden and numbed with pleasure, cotton yet swivel-eyed as he fought to be her focus. He pulled the gag out of her mouth too, wiping his chin before turning the fabric to ash, eyes looking her over all the while.

His tongue rolled over his lips. “Such a pretty face.” He gathered her face between his fingers, blunt fingertips pushing into squishy bloated cheeks. “Even prettier with those tears you fucking crybaby.” It will never get old, the feeling of nothing happening still under all his five fingers. “Even better with my handprint, don’t you think?” It was funny how she didn’t seem to pick up anything of what he was saying. “Or covered in my cum.” Her brows had scrunched so hopelessly close together, whimpers upon sniffles and whiny mewling and hiccupping panting, so pathetic and precious. “So fucking pretty.” He groaned, giving his lips a second wetting with his tongue. “Kiss me, pretty-girl.” He scrunched her lips together some more, leaving her incapable of refusing.

She tasted herself on his tongue, choking on the sweetness as he forced it like a slug down her throat. Her own tongue submissive in nature, staying beneath and out of the way of his. It was a series varying from needy whimpering moans and growls that followed from his throat, poured into her receiving mouth, giving nothing but weak whines in return. His one free hand, the other one still holding a firm grip onto her chin and cheeks, continued in its hungry exploration, grabbing with an almost childlike curious freedom, leaving painful marks in their wake, having her yelp against his willful lips, which smirk grew upon every inch of reaction she fed him, until pulling away in a haze, panting, with a new little wish he was going to have her be the star of.

“Let me fuck that pretty face.”

She hadn’t the time, nor the mind, to form any protest, reduced to mere whimpering as he pulled her back into a kneeling position, conjoined thighs and legs folded beneath and supporting her ass, still with her arms tied snuggly and unbudgingly behind her back, made to watch him fiddle with the band to his sweats, pulling them below his hips and falling to his thighs, displaying his surprisingly clean boxers and not so surprising hardness. Cock throbbing within its confines, fighting desperately to come free. His hand pulling his boxers down and, cock springing loose, slapping against his abdomen, standing long and hard, tip blushed red and angry, a bead of pre-cum spilling sweetly from his slit.

“Open up, lick it up.”

She’d been lost in taking in the sheer size of him, girth thick and threatening, looking bigger than what she could wrap her hand around, her stomach twisting in tension and unease. Too caught up in imagine it ripping her apart than realizing how he was going to fit it into her mouth first.

Her eyes widened upon the thought, lips slightly apart in horror, bottom-lip quivering. “Come on, pretty-girl.” One hand tugged on his shaft, the other gripped her face, protruding nails to sink into her jaw, prying her mouth father apart to accommodate his size.

She whined at the taste of him, arms struggling behind her back, knees shuffling wider apart to support herself as he pushed on further, fingernails still digging into her soft cheeks, making her lips pucker into a soft welcoming oval. He liked the way her brows furrowed into that beautiful look of plead that had his balls aching where they hung, soon to be pressed up against her soft skin, smothering her chin. He also enjoyed how her whimpers had turned to delicious little vibrations of his cock, drumming alongside his length, such pretty friction.

“Come on, take all of me.” He licked his lips as he urged, other hand coming to caress the back of her skull, gathering her pretty locks between his fingers, abandoning all regard to how she should be turning to nothing but dust molecules instead of being a nice warm soft wet pleasure hole for him. His usually small scrutinizing scarlet eyes turning moon-wide with lustful frenzy. Voice ragged as he clawed at her scalp to obey him, no thought to her whining in protest. “You can do better.” His tip met with the back of her throat and her whine turned more desperate, nearly a scream, but he couldn’t care, not with the memory of her talking to him like he was some pussy-bitch, he was going to show her who the bitch and who the boss was. “Such a pretty little thing with such a nasty filthy ugly fucking mouth.” He spit through grit teeth, begging to fuck the back of her throat, having her gagging on him, hopeless in search for breath. “A mouth like that is only good for one thing.” He gave a few more painfully deep ruts, having her eyes roll back at the loss of breath, before ripping loose again. “Same goes for that pussy.”

“No, no.” She scrambled on the bed, trying to get away, trying to rip free, so hopeless he should have felt bad, but couldn’t bring himself to the feeling as he sat there and laughed, eyes wild, dick prospering, hand pumping his length to the sight of her.

He followed her pathetic struggling little shame, climbing on top of her. The panic swallowed her again, forcing a overwhelmed rush of sobs to come spluttering and blubbering and screaming from her little shape caught beneath him. “Such a little slut.” His fingers were at once groping her pussy, diving between her folds to rub her slit and clit. “Still so wet, are you excited?” She turned her head away as she struggled, eyes squeezed shut. “Aw, pretending it’s not me.” He snickered. “Good luck.”

Offended, he decided against making it pleasant for her, thinking she deserved as little sympathy from him as she had showed him, but his brutal actions slowed at the feel of the pressure around his finger when he’d pushed it inside her.

“So tight.” He stated, shocked as he tried swirling the digit inside, to feel the walls giving little wiggle-room to do so. She winced as he hooked, a heavy breathy shrill type of wince, as though he was pulling a knife from her gut.

He left the finger there, much to her discomfort.

“That comment…” He started, working her tightness as much as he could, still with only one finger. “When we first met.” His other hand gathered her face again, forcing her to look at him as he leaned down, resting his forehead on hers, wanting to see those eyes as he got confirmation on his suspicion. “You said you push people away… that you were a… repellant.” Her breathing hitched as she sniveled like a little girl who scraped her knee. “Did that count for this as well?”

He hadn’t yet let the smile stretch on his face, but the chiding smirk started to grow as the answer was clearly displayed all over her face and by the telltale feeling his finger shoved inside her way too tight hole told him.

“Aww, is the pretty little girl a virgin?” He gave her no inch of regret, even with the fact clear as day. Having worked her tightness well enough to cram another bony-knuckled finger inside her, making her cry out. “Don’t worry, that pretty pussy is in good hands.”

She owed him, this way they would be even. Besides, he wasn’t making it completely miserable for her either. Her face might be telling one story of torment, but her drooling pussy was telling him something utterly different. Perhaps it was due to her amateur ability to hold on, but she was soon creaming all over his fingers, body spasming in tired bliss, eyes fluttering for a moment or two, trying to grasp what the fuck was happening. It was adorable.

“I think my little slut is ready.”

She murmured a sigh, energy spent on crying and struggling and coming twice already, all she could do was moan when his cockhead broke through her tight little weeping hole. He had to moan as well at the snug hug her pussy squeezed and seized him with, biting roughly into his bottom lip, tooth snaggling in the dip of his scar. Brows raised in bliss, scrunched in an eruption, as he sunk deeper and deeper into her tight convulsing cunt, preciously clutching around him, fluttering upon the fulfilling snug fit that had her toes cramping in their curled state, eyes zoning out, unable to focus, mouth blubbering and chewing on incoherent sentences, only capable on slurring out muddled moans and wet gasps as he fucked slowly into, lolling his hips forward carefully, holding onto the mouthwatering feeling of her warmth around him.

He pushed his thumb into her clit, which had her back arching and moan ripped from her throat before she settled down into the mattress again, welcoming the stimulation where she was crippled to preventit. “Your pretty pussy loves being taken by my disgusting cock, doesn’t it?” She could only hum and croon in reply, as he hit the very back, pushing into her cervix with a rather soft nudge, having her result to sucking on her bottom-lip, purring whines like a little kitten taking pleasure from their master. “I hear it in your pretty moans.”

He was no longer biting out the word pretty as though it were a curse or venom on his tongue. It sounded more like praise than anything, something akin to awe, pride even, smug for having it all under his thumb, burying his cock inside the word, for being the one to have reduced such a pretty thing to such a pretty mess, all for him, all by him, making her all his.

She made a shuddering gasp, moaning into his mouth as he leaned down. “Oh, is the pretty girl gonna cum all over my disgusting cock.” He cooed, all five fingers placed on her cheek when cupping it to have those gorgeous opium-blown eyes look at him when she came undone, for him to find such dangerous satisfaction in seeing her conquered beneath him, finding it to be the last push to send him off his own edge as well. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum in that pretty pussy.”

He made to have that final bone-crushing kiss, faces mushed together in a sloppy mess of wet slippery tongues and drool, moaning and groaning, inhaling each-other.

Reduced to mere gasping and panting. Cock, having for the first time felt the fulfilling pleasure of blowing inside the warm comfort of a precious goddess, feeling her gush and come all over him in the near split-second, feeling her clench and tighten around him like a vice, robbing and ringing and milking him for every drop he was worth. He gave some more pumps, pushing deep within her, felt a shudder run down the underside of his cock, overstimulated and satisfied for the first time.

Still coming down from his high, he made to take in her shape and state.

He hadn’t really fantasized she’d be so pliant after being fucked, but looking at her now, he couldn’t imagine her any other way, anything more right then her glossy sweat-slicked body spasming in aftershocks of her orgasms, laid so preciously snug against his chest, thighs visibly shaking with still small feeble stuttering moans slipping from her lips in blubbers. He wasn’t too far from the same state himself, having had only barely the mind before exhaustion rendered his limbs too heavy for moving, to untie the knots and rearrange them into something more comfortable. He decided tying her wrists together in front of her to be better, legs free but too tired and dumbed-out to struggle.

He looked at her drowsy state with a smile, betting he could make such a grateful little pet out of her, and if not, then scramble her mind through so many cruel methods, and make do with a brainless toy instead. But, looking down at that blissed-out hopeless look on her face and that dainty defenseless body he’d manipulated and forced to its knees, he couldn’t really see how any cruel methods would be needed.

It seemed to him that all she needed was cock, a couple of orgasms forced from her pent-up body, a little relief. The little brat was just a bit grouchy and grumpy because she hadn’t had her pussy played with. He could relate, he also gets frustrated when not getting his dick wet for a while. She was just begging for someone to come handle her and that’s all there was to it. Just look at her now, so sweet and spent, lying in his arms.

Come to think of it, he knew for a fact that he wouldn’t be needing to apply any harsh treatments in taming her, she just needed to be tied up and made to feel just how good being taken care of feels until she accepted it willingly. And if and when she decides on being bratty, he’ll have plenty of methods of shutting that trap right up, or in making her scream.

TIP-JAR

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Exes and Superher-o’s (II) Teaser

Posting Date: Friday, August 13th, 7:30 PM EST

Genre: Superheroes / Exes

Pairing: Seokjin / Reader

Synopsis: Things were just starting to look up in your life. You were this close to capturing the villain, had finally patched things up with your globally adored, superhero boyfriend, and then – BOOM. A damn twist ending had the audacity to ruin things. Now, you’ve been labeled the villain along with your handler, Jungkook, and a powerful, surly teenager who distrusts anything to do with your former organization. Facing insurmountable obstacles and swiftly running out time, will you be able to fight evil, save the world and reunite with your boyfriend?

[ PART ONE OF EXES AND SUPERHER-O’S HERE ]

Estimated WC: 28K

Rating: 18+

Preview: 670

[Author’s Note: this teaser is not the first scene in the second part of the story.]

Standing at the stove – it’s your night in the rotation to cook – you watch Jungkook’s knee jiggle staring out at the rain. It must be near sunset, although it’s hard to tell through the gloom outside. Streaks of water slide down the window, obscuring the view of the horizon beyond.

Alright, fine – the hour is well past sunset. You were late putting the roast vegetables in the oven. Blame Namjoon, and the awesome obstacle course he built for supers in his basement.

“I’m sorry!” You apologize to Jungkook again. “I promise I’ll start dinner earlier next time.”

Groaning out loud, he lowers his head to the table. “Don’t say next time, Y/N. That would imply we’ll be here five days from now.”

“Hey!” Taehyung glances up, offended. “I’ve worked hard to turn this place into a home for you all.”

“And we’re eternally grateful,” Jungkook mumbles into the wood. “But even you have to admit this is frustrating. Roa has gone completely off the grid, and whatever Seokjin and Yoongi are doing doesn’t seem to be working.”

“I’m sure they’re close,” Namjoon says from the couch. Without looking up, he turns the page in his book. “Yoongi sounded hopeful over the phone.”

“Yoongi? Hopeful?” Jungkook lifts his head. “Someday you’re going to have to lend me your translator, Namjoon.”

Namjoon’s lips quirk upwards in a grin.

“Seriously.” Jungkook glances around. “At what point do we admit things aren’t moving fast enough hand try something different?”

“Different?” you ask cautiously. “Like what?”

Lifting a shoulder, Jungkook lets it fall. “I don’t know. Namjoon could absorb some hacking books and try to breach ISA’s security system. Or Y/N could follow the Head Agent home and freeze him long enough to steal his laptop. Or maybe –”

“Or maybe,” a new voice says from the doorway, “you could let Seokjin inside before you vote on a different plan.”

Head jerking sideways, you nearly spill the sauce you’ve been stirring. The kitchen, which previously held only five inhabitants, now holds one more.

Wet hair plastered to his forehead, Seokjin stands in Namjoon’s side door.

The entire kitchen sits, stunned, and then erupts into motion. Namjoon shuts his book, Taehyung pushes his chair back to stand – and you freeze them all, except Seokjin.

He frowns, realizing he’s the only one still moving and turns to face you.

The moment your eyes meet, you break, spoon clattering to the counter as you launch yourself forward. It takes barely three steps to cross the kitchen, but it’s three steps too many before you throw yourself in his arms.

Anyone but Seokjin would stumble backwards, but his super-strength keeps him solid. Catching you easily, he crushes you closer. Arms sliding around his waist, you bury your face in his chest and deeply inhale. Surrounded by the scent of pine and citrus, you can finally breathe for the first time in weeks.

Squeezing him tighter, you pull back to look up. Seokjin stares down at you, his eyes shining in darkness.

“Hey,” he murmurs.

“Hey, yourself,” you whisper, unable to stop smiling.

Seokjin doesn’t release you; simply holds you to him.

Now that you’ve recovered from your initial shock, you find yourself able to appreciate other things. Like Seokjin’s damp suit, clinging to his muscles in a way that’s borderline obscene. Or his hair, wet with rain as droplets slide down his throat.

Your gaze follows one, halting when it disappears inside his collar. Forcing yourself to look up, you swallow – hard – when you notice Seokjin’s gaze darken. His right hand, splayed across your lower back, pulls you closer in a deliberate manner.

Lifting a finger, Seokjin brushes your cheek before roughly, he cups the back of your neck with one hand. Titling your face up to his, he lowers his, and –

“You know we can see you, don’t you?”

Jerking away, you realize you released the flow of time in the kitchen. For the past several seconds, you’ve had a captive audience. Cheeks instantly heating, you take a step backwards.

[ TO BE CONTINUED ]

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talatomaz · 4 years ago

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crossing paths pt.ii | diana prince x lance!reader

a/n: reader has the powers of telekinesis. i’m not sure if I like how this went tbh but oh well

warnings: mentions of fighting

word count: 2.7k

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pt.i | pt.ii

reader is sara & laurel’s younger sister who works with team flash. after her and cisco’s experiment goes sideways, she finds herself trapped on an unknown earth not unlike her own

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Home Sweet Home.

Exiting the train station, you exhaled a deep breath and took in your surroundings. Most importantly, the huge sign that had “WELCOME TO CENTRAL CITY” scrawled across the board.

After the events of the day, you’d decided that the best course of action would be to make your way to this Earth’s Central City.

You’d figured they had to have a Star Labs which you knew would hold the necessary equipment you needed to fix the extrapolator or at least the communication function so you could contact Cisco.

Luckily, whilst on your journey, you’d managed to hack into the train’s wireless computer so you could then erase the museum’s security footage from your phone. The footage of your fight with the robbers was the last thing you needed getting out.

Hailing a cab, you made your way to Star Labs, having pocketed one of the maps that detailed the route to the facility from the train station.

In little over 20 minutes, you had arrived. Paying the driver with what little cash you had left, you craned your neck to look up at this Earth’s Star Labs.

It was different to the one back home. Yes, it was modelled fairly similarly but this had a more...robotic feeling and was definitely a lot darker than yours.

Though you supposed that was because this Star Labs seemed to be more full, several employees walking in and out of the building.

Whereas the Star Labs back home, whilst full of technology, was only home to Team Flash and no one else. The risk far too great for ordinary people to see what you were doing.

Entering the building, you quickly donned a white lab coat and went in search for the equipment you needed to fix the breach device.

Finding a secure room, you put on your mask and used your powers to open the door.

As you walked in, you let out a small gasp. The room was larger than you’d expected; filled to the brim with computers and screens all hooked up to one another. Making your way to one of the larger ones, you began writing a line of code. Then you took out the extrapolator, placing it on the table and grabbed some tools that were on the desk.

You started to mend the broken device, remaining careful and alert incase someone was going to catch you. You were about halfway through when you felt a familiar rush of air and found yourself in an unknown area.

Not unlike Star Labs, it was filled with computers and the like but also held training equipment in the far side of the room. Then you felt yourself tied to the back of a chair, staring up at a group of men.

You recognised most of them, except the one that could only be described as a half-man, half-cyborg hybrid.

“Oh fuck.” You murmured to yourself.

This was all you needed.

To be captured by none other than Batman, Superman and the Flash.

“Yes, indeed. Who are you?” Superman asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

You narrowed your brows, analysing each of their outfits. This Earth’s Superman outfit was different to the one back home. Batman, you’d never really met before so you couldn’t comment.

But the most interesting was the Flash’s outfit.

It appeared to be made up of metallic materials whereas Barry’s was made out of intense heat-resistant and abrasion resistant polymer and some other stuff that Cisco had explained to you that you didn’t take note of.

“More importantly, where are you from?”

You heard a familiar voice say behind you.

You turned your body, as best you could since you were confined to a chair, and felt your jaw drop at the female who stood before you.

Not only was she the woman you’d met earlier at the museum but she was freaking Wonder Woman!

“Holy shit. Cisco is going to be so jealous he didn’t come here.”

“Who’s Cisco? And where did you come from?”

Not giving you time to answer, the brunette continued, “I saw you earlier at the Metropolis museum. You told me about the criminals.”

“We tried to pull the security footage but it had mysteriously been erased.” The man you nicknamed Cyborg said. “Why were you at Star Labs?” He asked.

“You know. You gotta let a girl answer before you continue asking questions.” You joked.

“This isn’t a joke. Tell us who you are.” Batman spoke for the first time, his voice coming out hoarse and rough. Probably from a voice distorter.

“I will. As soon as you untie me.”

When the five of them stared at you, you sighed.

“Guess I’ll do it myself then.”

With a flick of your fingers, the ropes that bound you came loose and you stood to face the group.

They immediately went into fighting stances, ready to take you down if need be.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” you scoffed, “I’m not going to hurt you. I just don’t like being tied up. Unless we’re in the bedroom.” You teased, laughing to yourself.

“You’re a meta.” Wonder Woman commented.

Placing your hand in your pockets, you were about to reply when you felt that they were empty.

“Wait, where the hell is the extrapolator?”

“Oh, you mean this?” The Flash said, holding the device in his hand.

“Give that to me.” You ordered, charging your way to the speedster before Batman stood in your way.

“I don’t think so.”

“Barry, that is not something to play around with. Give me that.” You repeated.

“Wait, how do you know my name?” He paused, everyone’s eyes trained on you.

“It’s a long story. Now please, put down that device.” You sighed when he placed it on the table beside him.

When he put it on the surface, he must have accidentally pressed a button because Cisco’s body popped up like a hologram.

“What on Earth?” You heard Wonder Woman say.

“Y/N! Where the hell are you? Woah, is that Batman?!” Cisco’s voice crackled through the device as the hologram glitched.

“Cisco, the device broke. Can you track what Earth I’m on using the GPS?”

“I can try. But I need you to fix the small chip that’s in the extrapolator first.”

The Cisco hologram glitched out and faded away.

“Shit.” You murmured to yourself.

“What do you mean ‘what Earth’? Who are you?” Batman said.

Sighing, you spoke, “I’m not from this Earth.”

“You’re an alien?” Barry exclaimed.

“What? No! The only alien here is Clark.”

You gestured towards the Man of Steel.

“How do you know who I am? Did Lex send you?”

“Oh, please. As if I’d work with that idiot. Besides, I like his sister much better. As I was saying, I’m from an Earth called Earth Prime.”

Then you gave them all a brief explanation of the rebirth of the Universe and how you’d arrived here.

“Ever heard of Everett’s many-worlds theory? Simply put, this Earth is not the only Earth that exists. I come from a parallel Earth where I work with the Flash and several other heroes, including Supergirl and Batwoman. Though no one’s seen Kate in a while.”

Looking into each of their eyes, you could still see apprehension.

Facing Wonder Woman, you held out your wrist, “Use your lasso of truth and you’ll see I’m not lying.”

“How did you-”

She started before you interrupted her, “Do it and then I’ll explain.”

You watched as she removed the rope from her armour and wrapped one end around your wrist.

Your eyes widened as the rope started to glow a bright yellow, the material feeling warm against your skin.

“What I just said was true. And I know about all of you. Your parallel selves are my family and friends back home. And Wonder Woman-”

“You may call me Diana.” She interjected, flashing you a kind smile.

“And Diana,” you corrected, “you’re somewhat of a Legend where I come from. I visited Themyscira once, it was beautiful.”

“My home is hidden from Man’s world. How did you see it?”

“My sister, Sara, travels through time with her team and when I worked with her for a brief period, my friend, Zari, and I, took Helen of Troy to your island to save her. Anyways, you do exist on my Earth but no one really knows of you.”

Diana stared at you for a few moments, her intense glare making you weak in the knees, if you were being honest.

It was as if she was looking right into your soul.

Whatever she saw must have pleased her because her gaze faltered and she removed the lasso from you.

“She’s telling the truth, guys.”

“Thank you. Now I need to fix the extrapolator or I won’t be able to get home.”

“So that little thing can make anyone travel between worlds?” Cyborg asked.

“Yes, exactly.”

“It’s like one of those damned mother boxes that almost destroyed our world.” Bruce said harshly. “We can’t risk having that here. We need to destroy it.”

“Don’t even think about it.” You spat out, your hands clenched at your sides.

You narrowed your eyes, watching for any indication of movement from the vigilante.

The only warning you had was Bruce’s muscle tensing before he reached for the table that held the device.

In a quick motion, you used your powers to throw the former into a pile of boxes to break his fall.

The playboy rose to his feet and charged at you, ignoring the shouts of his team.

You blocked his punch and deflected his kick. Ducking when he swung his arm, you used all your strength to throw him over you.

He reached into his cape and you flung whatever he was about to hurl at you into the wall. He swiped at your legs, making you stumble to the ground. You picked yourself up and when he ran at you, once more, you used your powers of telekinesis to rise in the air above him.

You extended your hand in front of you and lifted him in the air to face you. He struggled within your hold before you both looked down at Diana who’d shouted.

“Enough! Y/N, put Bruce back on the ground.”

With a crash, Bruce fell to the floor whilst you gracefully landed upright on your feet.

“Bruce, this device isn’t as harmful as the mother boxes. And it is her only way home, we cannot destroy it.”

Diana said calmly as Bruce huffed and murmured a curse.

“Listen, Batboy. I will kick your ass again if you don’t shut up.” You said, meaning every word.

“I’m not trying to be hostile here but I only came here to prove my theory which I’ve clearly done so now I just want to repair the device and go home.”

Walking over to the table, you picked up the extrapolator and inspected it. Your heart dropped when you saw a crack in the chip.

You knew that there was no way to fix the locator.

“Y/N, is everything okay?”

Your voice not strong enough to answer, you shook your head. Clicking the communication button, you saw Cisco’s hologram appear again.

“Y/N, have you fixed the GPS chip yet? Y/N, what’s wrong?” Your friend asked in concern.

“The chip’s broken. Majorly so. I’m going to need to replace it but the only replica of the chip is-”

“Here.” Cisco finished. “Is there a Star Labs near you?”

“Yeah, I went there earlier to fix the damage but there wasn’t any chip. I checked.”

“Okay, I just need to create another extrapolator and then somehow come and get you.”

“Cisco, you know that can take weeks.” You sighed.

“Y/N, it’ll be fine. We’ve been stuck on other Earths before. Including with a telepathic gorilla. I doubt there’s any Earth worse than that.” He said, trying to inject some levity in the conversations.

“You’re right. Look, don’t tell the team. You and I both know that they’ll just worry and I don’t need them telling Sara or Dinah either because they’re too protective. Just lie and say that I was missing Laurel and decided to take a vacation.”

“You got it. Stay safe, y/n. And keep this extrapolator with you so I can speak to you.”

“You got it. Bye, Cisco.”

Once again, the hologram faded away and you hung your head.

Cisco was right.

It was not the first time this had happened and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. You were damned if you’d let this get you down.

Clearing your throat, you straightened and faced the group, having forgotten that they were there for the entire exchange.

“Guess I’m going to be in your hair for a little while longer.”

***

It had been 3 weeks since the day you’d arrived on this Earth.

Diana had kindly invited you to stay with her whilst you waited for Cisco to arrive. You remained in constant contact with the latter; he wanted to keep you updated on his progress.

You were still on rocky terms with Bruce, him not appreciating you beating him. He was stubborn and irritating but reminded you of Oliver in that regard.

You helped the Flash with his speed, giving him tips on how to manage it and retain his strength which you’d learned from having closely worked with Barry all these years.

You also got on fairly well with Superman and Cyborg and even met Aquaman who tried to hit on you the moment he saw you.

But out of everyone, you’d grown close to the Amazonian warrior. The first night you’d stayed with her, you found yourself talking to her all through the night until the sun had come up.

She had told you about her family back home and you told her about yours. You supposed it was easier to tell her than anyone else since she’d endured so much loss and pain and understood what it was like to be separated from her family.

“Y/N, you ready to go?”

Interrupted from your thoughts, you turned to face the beautiful brunette who had a soft smile painted on her face.

She had asked you to dinner a few days before, telling you she wanted to give you both a relaxing evening. You had graciously, and rather, immediately accepted the invitation.

The truth was that, over these past few weeks, you found yourself hoarding a crush on the Goddess.

You could have disregarded it as a schoolgirl crush but the last time you’d ever felt like this, was when you were with Thea. But that had ended amicably after she found love with Roy.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

After eating outdoors at a small bistro, the two of you strolled down the street. Then your heart skipped a beat when she slid her hand in yours.

Looking up at her, you saw a gleam in eyes as she smiled at you which you reciprocated. You basked in the feel of her hand against yours, her warmth spreading through you.

Then you both jumped when her phone started to trill in her pocket.

“Diana Prince.” She answered her phone, humming in response before disconnecting the call.

“That was Bruce. He needs us at Star Labs. Both of us.”

She answered when you opened your mouth to ask just that. Closing your mouth, you nodded and ducked with her into an alley so you could both fly to the building.

“What is it, Bruce?” Diana asked as the two of you walked into the facility.

“The mainframe’s been going crazy. It’s as if someone’s breaking in here but no one actually is.” Cyborg answered instead.

Running up to the screen, you noticed the flashing alarms on the screen.

“Well, at least you guys have better security than we do.”

Pulling up the schematics of the building, you furrowed your brows at the thermal energy reading.

Parting your lips, ready to voice your confusion, you jumped back when a breach opened up in front of you.

When it closed, it left two people in its wake.

Barry and Sara.

“Y/N, Cisco told us what happened. We’re here to take you home.”

Glancing behind you, your eyes fell on Diana whose eyes flickered between you and your friends.

“God, I’m going to kill Cisco.”

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