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lilacmingi · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Moondrop!San & Sundrop!Wooyoung x fem reader

Word count: 4,092

Note: This was published on Wattpad October 2022 and since the FNAF movie is coming out in a couple days I’m sharing this one on Tumblr! It’s one of my favorites and I feel like it’s so unique. There will not be a part 2. Also if the cover looks bad pls ignore it :P

You huffed as you pushed up the metal garage-like door just enough for you to get through. You didn't really care where it led to, you just wanted to get out of the main area of the mall and away from those incessant staff bots.

You just started working at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. In fact, it was your first day on the job and you somehow managed to get yourself locked inside. You were so busy with all your work that you lost track of time. When you finished, you found that you had been locked inside.

The area you just entered was the daycare.

The first thing you spotted was a huge golden statue depicting a sun and moon character, both dressed in attire that resembled that of a jester. Glancing around the room, you saw round tables scattered about, each one with a number on it. You were quick to figure out you were in some sort of reception area of the daycare.

You peered out into the netted area beyond the reception hall, inside were two large, multicolored play structures with cartoon faces of the glamrock mascots from the Fazbear franchise stuck on them and a massive ball pit designed to look like a mote. Your gaze was drawn to a platform a few feet above the play area, made to look like the outlook on a tower, a bright spotlight shining directly on it. Red curtains draped over an arched doorway that led to what you could only assume was a room.

The daycare area appeared to be a safe and vacant place for you to lay low for a while.

Your eyes searched the area for a moment before you spotted a colorful rainbow sign that read: SLIDE INTO FUN! leading directly into the daycare area. It appeared to be your only way inside, seeing as the security bots were patrolling the staircase that led to the second entrance for adults.

Without any other option, you got in and descended down the slide, falling right into a ball pit. You waded through the colorful spheres and stepped out of the pit. Now that you were inside the netted area, you were able to get a better look at everything.

The place seemed to be empty and free of any bloodthirsty animatronics.

Surely, you'd be safe.

Suddenly, your attention was turned to the castle up on the wall. A man suddenly emerged from the arched, curtain-draped opening and stepped out onto the platform. His blonde hair was pushed back away from his face, tousled in a way that made it look a bit spiky. He was dressed in jester attire, the collar ruffled as well as the top of his yellow and red striped pants. Tied on his wrists were red ribbons with bells that jingled when he moved.

The man lifted his arms into the air, chuckling gleefully before diving into the ball pit you were just in moments ago. You watched with wary eyes as the man never came up. Hesitantly, you stepped closer, peering into the ball pit. He emerged abruptly, causing some of the colorful spheres to fly through the air. He made his way out of the ball pit, a bright smile on his face.

"Hello, new friend! You're a bit big to be in the daycare." He tilted his head. "That's alright! We can still have fun!"

He didn't give you a chance to speak as he continued talking.

"We can finger paint, tell stories, drink Fizzy Faz until our heads explode and stay up all night!" He exclaimed, giddily as he pranced around.

"I was actually just hoping to—"

"What's your name, new friend?"

"Uh... Y/n." You answered.

You were wearing a name tag. Did he not notice it?

"Ah! Y/n. What a wonderful name! I'm Wooyoung, but my friends call me Woo. Hey, do you like glitter glue?"

"I-“

"If you like glitter glue, I have glitter glue, and lots of it!"

"I'd like to just stay in here for a while if that's okay."

His eyes sparkled as an excited gasp left him.

"Of course! There's so much we can do! We could play hide and seek, have a puppet show, make macaroni art." He listed enthusiastically.

This guy didn't seem so bad and the daycare appeared to be the safest place for you. Perhaps you could stay.

"Oh, this'll be so much fun! There's one rule, however. Lights stay on. On." He punctuated the last word, his voice sounding ominous when he did.

"Uh. Yeah. I can do that."

"Wonderful!" He clasped his hands together. "Come here! I have some fun activities planned."

He grabbed your hands, yanking you forward. Because of that, you stumbled and accidentally knocked over a stack of cylinders that had crescent moons and music notes on them, the objects making the sound of a party favor as they tumbled to the floor.

Wooyoung came to a stop, turning to see the shapes that had toppled over.

"No, no, no, no! What a mess! Oh, which was the bottom? Where is the top? Clean up! Clean up!" He stressed, hurrying to stack the musical cylinders back up.

Once the stack was back the way it was, he let out a sigh.

"There. Good as new."

"Sorry." You apologized even though it wasn't really your fault, but it felt appropriate.

"It's alright, friend." He beamed. "I get ahead of myself sometimes and I can be a bit clumsy."

He continued to pull you towards a tiny table where he ushered you into a small chair that you barely fit in.

"Look at all this neat stuff!" Wooyoung beamed. "Here."

He placed a piece of copy paper in front of you and began talking about all the different arts and crafts materials he had.

You opted for the colored pencils, grabbing one of them while Wooyoung started grabbing paints.

"What are you gonna draw?" Wooyoung asked, giddily. "I'm gonna paint a sun."

"I'm not sure what I'm gonna draw yet."

"That's okay. Just wait for inspiration to strike!"

As you thought about what to draw, you noticed a black cord stretching across the play area.

"What are those cords?" You asked Wooyoung.

"Oh. Those lead to generators in the play structures. There are five of them and each connect to a light on the outside of the structures." He pointed.

You noticed a few lights here and there attached to the plastic grate walls of the structures. You wondered why there were generators in a play area for children, but chose not to ask questions.

"So, you mentioned Fizzy Faz earlier."

"Uh-huh." He nodded.

"What does it taste like?"

The paintbrush in Wooyoung's hand fell, as did his jaw.

"You've never had it?"

You shook your head.

"We have to change that right away! What flavor do you prefer? There's orange, pink lemonade, cherry, lime, and grape."

"I'll have (your choice)."

Wooyoung immediately got up from his chair and started to hurry off only to stop and turn to you.

"You won't run off, will you?"

"I don't have anywhere else to go." You shrugged.

Minutes later, Wooyoung returned with a can of the fizzy drink and a small paper cup.

"Here you go, friend." He beamed, placing the small cup down on the table.

You thanked him, trying some of the soda, the tiny cup already nearly empty.

"Are you hungry? I have all sorts of yummy snacks. Goldfish crackers, cookies, potato chips, gummies." He listed.

"Now that you mention it, I am kinda hungry."

"Great! I'll be right back."

He hurried off somewhere while you stayed in your seat, working on your drawing.

Moments later, a paper tower was placed on the table as Wooyoung started putting small piles of assorted snacks onto it.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted, so brought everything." He paused for a second. "You don't have peanut allergies, do you?"

Before you could answer, he spoke up. "It's fine. None of these snacks are made with peanut products anyway. Gotta stay safe for the kiddos." He gave a bright smile, his head cocking to the side. "Here you go, friend."

You chuckled at the setup before you. A small, paper cup with soda and a paper towel with little piles of snacks on it.

"What's so funny?" Wooyoung asked.

"This just reminds me of when I was a kid." You smiled softly at the nostalgia. "This was the usual setup for special snack at school."

"Ah, that's right. You're not a kid." He chuckled. "Sorry, friend. I'm used to being around children." He slid the can of Fizzy Faz to you before sitting back down in his seat to continue his painting.

"That's alright." You waved it off, taking a drink of the bubbly soda. "You're trained to handle kids. You're used to that, so I don't blame you for being on autopilot."

"Thank you, Y/n." Wooyoung gave you a gentle smile before turning his attention back to his artwork.

"So, you work here?" He asked.

"You just noticed?" You chuckled.

"Yeah. I was so excited to have a visitor that I got carried away."

"Well, I only just started working here today. I don't know too much about this place and I had so much work I got distracted and when I finished, the doors were locked."

"So you're stuck in here until morning?"

You nodded.

"You can stay in here with me until 6am! You'll be safe here."

"Thank you."

Things were quiet for a few moments. The only sounds were the music playing in the daycare accompanied by the soft noise of your colored pencils against the paper.

"New friend, Y/n. Can I tell you something?" Wooyoung asked, cutting through the silence.

"Sure." You hummed, painting away.

When he didn't say anything, you looked up at him. His cheeks were tinted pink and he was holding back giggles.

"What is it?" You urged.

"You're very pretty."

"Oh. Thank you."

"Only children come into the daycare, and parents, of course, but I'm not used to seeing someone as pretty as you." Wooyoung was blushing like crazy as he spoke. "The teenagers and young adults usually spend their time elsewhere like Roxy Raceway."

"Right. I'm sure this is weird for you."

"No, actually. It's a nice change. The limited non-robot staff we have here don't really come into the daycare, so I'm not around older people that often. But, again, it's a nice change."

An hour or so passed and you were having a wonderful time with Wooyoung. Making crafts and painting really took you back to your childhood and helped to distract you from worrying about animatronics. Wooyoung had even made a cute little drawing of you with crayons, which you found endearing. He was very enthusiastic and bubbly, asking lots of questions about you and your interests. Whenever you'd give him your answer he'd watch you with wide eyes, taking in every word.

The two of you were having a blast when all of a sudden the lights shut off, surrounding you in near total darkness. You let out a gasp, the bright and sunny man's stern words immediately replaying in your head.

"Lights stay on. On."

He was so serious when he said that.

What happens when the lights go off?

"Oh no." Wooyoung muttered. "Oh no. Oh no!"

He stood up from his chair abruptly, causing it to fall over as the panic in his voice rose.

"What's wrong?" You asked, worriedly.

"Not good! Not good!" He put his hands on his face, staggering backwards as he screamed in agony.

Lost in his hysterics, he tripped and fell behind a stack of large, foam blocks sitting about the daycare, the atmosphere becoming eerily silent.

"Wooyoung?" You called out, shakily.

To your shock and mild horror, a completely different person emerged from behind the shapes. This one had dark hair with a white streak in his bangs. His attire was similar to Wooyoung's, but instead of stripes, this man's pants were a dark blue color with yellow stars all over them. He donned a night cap on his head with the same pattern.

"I'm not Wooyoung." The man responded with a sinister grin. "I'm San."

"What happened to Wooyoung?" You asked, taking a step back.

"He's not here right now." His red colored irises that seemed to glow raked down your body. "You're up a bit late, don't you think?"

"No." You answered, taking another step back.

"You should be sleeping. Naughty, naughty." He shook his head while wagging a finger at you.

"I'm not a child." You responded.

He let out a tsk as he leaned in close to you, tilting his head. "Daycare rules."

You took a step back, stumbling when your foot hit something. You had accidentally knocked over the same stack of cylinder shapes that you'd bumped into earlier.

San growled angrily, bending down.

"Clean up! clean up!" He repeated in a seemingly annoyed voice as he began stacking the objects back up.

You then realized Wooyoung reacted the same way and perhaps you could use that to your advantage. You took that as your chance to try and escape, bolting directly for the play structures, crawling up the slide, opting to hide there for a moment.

"Oh~ you wanna play hide and seek?" San chuckled, the sound coming out in a rasp. "I think I can manage."

It sounded like San was on the opposite side of the daycare, which put your nerves at ease, but only for a moment.

Afraid to stay in one place for too long, you

shimmied up the slide and started crawling around in the structure.

What do I do? What do I do?

Would you have to spend the rest of the night hiding from this San guy?

You advanced further into the play structure, moving up a bit higher, taking a moment to peer out into the daycare. It was dark except for the giant screen at the front of the room depicting a sun character that resembled Wooyoung.

Using the light from the screen, you looked around the area from above. You didn't see San anywhere, which terrified you. Instead of staying in one place for too long, you continued on your way, slipping through a colorful tube and into another section of the structure.

As you crawled ahead, you felt your foot catch on something, instinctively flinching before turning around to find a generator. The relief you felt when you saw that it wasn't San was immeasurable.

That's right. There are generators inside the play structures.

You shuffled back to the generator, a red light shining. Feeling around, you managed to find a switch of some sort, your fingers curling around the handle. You pulled up on it, a light on the outside of the structure coming on shortly after.

A quiet sigh of relief leaves you.

One down, four to go.

"You can't hide forever, dear." You heard San's voice from somewhere below.

Taking one last look out into the daycare, you spotted San creeping across the bridge above the ball pit.

You needed to find the other generators, and fast.

You crawled through the top area of the play structure, not finding any. As much as you hated to, you knew you'd have to go back down to the lower level.

Taking in a deep breath and gathering all the courage you could muster, you headed down until you got to the bottom level. You glanced around, checking for San before sneaking your way into another section of the play structure. It didn't take long for you to come across a second generator. You flipped it on and were on the move once again.

The floodlights didn't illuminate the area very well, but it was better than nothing. You hoped turning on all five would somehow bring Wooyoung back.

You continued searching the play structure, opting to follow the cords throughout the area, hoping they would lead you to a generator. Sometimes they would lead to one you had already turned on, while other times they led to a light attached to the outside of the structure.

You hadn't spotted San for quite some time, which gave you a sense of relief. Maybe you got lucky and he forgot about you.

Just then, you spotted him clinging to the outside of the play structure. A scream tore through you as the man leaned close to the grates.

"It's past your bedtime, my dear." He said with a sinister smirk.

You scurried away as quickly as you could, wanting to get as far away from him as possible, your knees becoming sore from crawling around so much.

You had already turned four generators on. There was only one left, but you couldn't seem to find it.

I've searched this entire structure. You thought to yourself. Where could it be?

Just then, you spotted a second play structure on the other side of the daycare, your heart dropping in your chest. The last generator is over there. You're certain of it.

You would have to find a way over to it without getting caught.

Moving silently throughout the play structure, you made your way to the bottom where you slowly began to lose your nerve. Your mind began to fill with petrifying thoughts, wondering what ghastly things San would do if he caught you.

You have to get to that last generator, Y/n. You told yourself, trying your best to psych yourself up and gather your nerves. Getting the lights back on was the only way to ensure yourself safety.

Taking one last look out into the daycare, you got ready to make a break for it, checking for San. When you didn't see him, you took off across the colorful foam flooring, skittering towards the second play structure.

Dark chuckles echoed through the vast room.

"Run run as fast as you can."

Hearing San's taunting frightened you and had you shaking like a leaf, but it also gave you that extra rush of adrenaline you needed, helping to get you safely to the second structure where you momentarily felt safe.

"I can see you." He sang creepily, prompting you to scurry further into the structure in an attempt to get away from him.

You hated this. Why did the lights have to go out all of a sudden? That was the one thing Wooyoung said not to do and now look where you are. It's your first day on the job and you're going to die by the hands of some psychopath in star pajamas. The mere thought of being caught made the panic within you rise tenfold.

You creeped through the structure, hoping San doesn't find his way inside. Little did you know, your fears would soon become a reality.

As you're crawling, you feel someone's breath fanning against your neck.

"Knock knock." He whispered.

You let out a terrified yelp, continuing to move forward at a quicker pace, but you didn't make it very far.

A gasp left you as San grabbed hold of your ankle, jerking you backwards until you were underneath him.

"Caught you."

His hands held you firmly against the flooring of the play structure, preventing you from escaping. You were just a foot from the last generator—so close, yet so far away. San moved in closer, his sharp eyes gazing down at you as a wicked smirk played at his lips.

What do I do?

You were panicking, your heart beating so fast you could hear the pounding in your ears. Fearful of what he would do with you, you shoved him away with your knee, pulling yourself closer to the generator, stretching your arm out, your fingers reaching for the switch, just barely brushing it.

"Wait!"

You paused after hearing San call out to you.

"Don't. Please."

The desperation in his voice caught you off guard, making you hesitate in your actions.

Your brows pulled together in confusion. Did he just ask you not to flip the generator on?

"I thought we were playing hide and seek." He continued, a frown pulling the corners of his mouth downward.

"Hide and seek?" You parroted in disbelief. "I thought you were trying to kill me!"

"Kill you? No. I thought we were just playing a game."

He pout in his voice almost made you feel bad for him. Almost.

"You didn't exactly make that clear."

He sighed, his head dropping in disappointment.

"I'm turning this on." You told him. "I want Wooyoung back."

"You don't like me?"

Your hand froze once again after hearing his words. He sounded hurt. Pitiful, almost. Turning back to him, you saw the expression on his face. His bottom lip was stuck out in a pout, quivering slightly as his red eyes appearing glossy with tears.

Your hand went limp, abandoning the the generator and silently hoping you weren't about to make a mistake.

•

Your heart thudded against your rib cage, your knees hitting the plastic flooring of the play structure as you crawled as fast as you could through the narrow passageways, getting lost in the maze once again.

I can't believe I let this happen again.

You barely made it out the first time and now you're stuck here once more. That all too familiar feeling of terror was beginning to build inside you as you hurried to hide, ominous chuckles from San echoing down the tunnel you were crawling through. Your body shook as you hurried through the endless labyrinth that was the play structures. The raw panic and trepidation that ran through your body was the only thing keeping you going. Your trembling hand grabbed onto the switch on the third generator, flipping it on.

That's when you heard San's dark chuckling behind you, causing you to gasp.

He was inside the play structure.

Crawling as fast as you possibly could, you turned a corner, shuffling through a tube, coming out at the bridge that connected two of the play towers. You hurried across into the second structure in search for the next generator.

"You're getting better at this, darling." San's voice emitted from across the bridge.

He was right on your tail.

You followed the twists and turns of the tunnels and platforms, not realizing you'd somehow gotten turned around.

Panicked, you changed directions and shimmied down a nearby passageway, narrowly escaping. You arrived at a small ramp that led to a lower level of the play structure. From what you remember, there was a generator nearby one of the ramps, though you weren't sure if this one was the right one. There was no time to think it over as you took the chance.

Just when you thought you were about to find the next generator, you ran into San who had a wicked smile on his face, his eyes flickering with mischief.

You yelped in surprise, which only made him grin wider. In one, swift motion he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around you.

"Gotcha."

"You promised you wouldn't chase me this time." You frowned.

"Sorry." He giggled. "It's just so much fun."

"I've had enough hide and seek for the night. I wanna hang out with Wooyoung."

"You got to hang out with Wooyoung earlier." San whined.

"Alright, fine. But I don't want you scaring me anymore."

"No scaring. I promise!"

After that first night at the pizzaplex, you learned San wasn't so bad after all. He just had an odd way of interacting with people sometimes and tended to come off a bit scary. He wasn't nearly as terrifying as he appeared. In fact, he was actually rather adorable.

His counterpart, Wooyoung, had apologized profusely to you once the sun had come up, worried that San had spooked you. Being honest with him, you explained what happened, but assured him that San wasn't a bad person and you actually enjoyed your time with him—when he wasn't chasing you, that is.

From then on, you would drop in and visit Wooyoung during the day while working and stay after hours to spend a little more time with him before bringing San out. Something fishy was definitely going down at the mega pizzaplex, especially with the glamrock animatronics, but with San and Wooyoung around, you felt safe. You found yourself looking forward to seeing them every day, wondering what new shenanigans would ensue once the pizzaplex closed for the night.

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corbits-comet · 6 months ago

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writing tools tips and tricks I personally use

I write historical fiction and am very detail oriented and also highly forgetful so this is the stuff I use to plan my story and so I don’t forget stuff

STUFF U NEED

-notebook or google doc (I use a combination of both)

-internet access or a public library and the ability to read

-your big beutiful brain you’ve got swirling around up there

You really don’t need any fancy shit

PRECURSORS.

You’ll need to come up with a concept or a character dynamic you like. For me it came with: two detectives who have a bitter rivalry, and then the setting, extra characters and plot line fell into place.

Day dreaming— this is a vital step, as soon as you get a concept, or even just a character dynamic in your head, put on some of your favorite music that you feel like might match the vibe and get imagining, just play around see what happens

Write that shit down. It seems stupid but trust me write down ever little idea you have, nothing has to go in order, you can write the ending and then the beginning and then the middle for all anyone cares. If you get ideas for scenes or side characters halfway through developing your main characters WRITE IT DOWN. Even if it’s shit and dosnt get used.

Start stitching stuff together, start weaving in your favorite troupes, plot lines and ideas, for me it went from the rivalry to then the idea of a stalker, then the additional idea of adding political rivalry, murder, aristocracy and eventually a fully fleshed out story. Just keep adding stuff until it feels round, you can always add and subtract

Now character work. For me at least I don’t need to know everything about the story before I start writing but I do need to know everything about the characters. I start with just doing a big infodump on each characters personality traits and their function in the story. And that’s it for now, that’s the first step. The second one is I go through the dynamics between the main characters, for example I have two main characters so I write about how they feel about eachother respectively, and then how each of them feel about the villan, the stalker, and a few other main characters etc. this will help you with scenes and character development. The third and final one I like to do is actually a character work excercises off tumblr (I found it on Pinterest here’s the link, https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1038501995319442405/ no clue who wrote it so if anyone knows I’ll gladly credit them <3) and after that I usually have a pretty good grasp on what my main characters think and feel about most things in the story. You can go farther by I typically don’t

Alright by now you probably have at least an idea of what kind of setting you want to have your story in so now it’s time to start worldbuilding. Like I said I mostly write historical fiction so this step will look a little different if you’re making your own world and stuff but the basics are pretty much the same. RESEARCH. Find and read anything you can on anything relevant to your story, for me that’s geographical locations, town layouts, early zoning, social hiarchies, medicine, law and religion, as well as the functions of certian poisons used for the murders in my story. But this can look like anything. Writing FNAF fanfiction? Get prints on the layout, and if you’re making your own look up layouts of old 80’s pizzareas and accounts from people that worked there. Get the links and keep them all on a document, for later…

Lists. While all this is happening I have two lists going, one of things that I know I want to happen in the story. You don’t have to have a coherent plot line, just a general idea and then as you start working on it you’ll accrew some ideas, write these down. Even if they’re shit. You want forced proximity with the main rivals? Do it. You want a certian character to get hurt? Do it. They don’t have to have a sensical order, this is so you don’t lose track of all the cool stuff you think of. The second list is one of side characters. They don’t have to have names yet, a few of mine are ‘old richy rich mcmoneybags’ and ‘crazy old bag McGee’ and then a brief character description about what they do in the story. These characters can be even more important than the main ones, and ones your readers will remeber forever.

And the last is one of the best writing advice I’ve ever gotten. Write your first draft like total shit. It’s a map for your story, for you to go back in and fill in later, if you think of something for the future midway, put it in and fix it later. And most importantly; you don’t have to write in order. Write what you know, what you’re excited for. Just tiny scene by tiny scene. And then start stringing them together and fill in the gaps

Now go my minions. Write your story’s. also! Tumblr writing advice can be worth its weight in gold.

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have-you-seen-my-sanity · 1 year ago

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Little Bunny 1

Yandere William Afton/Steve Raglan x reader

Dead dove do not eat! - you will get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: FNAF, mature themes, William Afton(That guy is a warning himself)

William's obsession with you starts slowly.

Note: Hi! I am lowkey feeling nervous posting this since this is my first ever published content on Tumblr. Pls don't go too harsh on me. :( but Part 2 and 3 coming very soon!!

You moved in town a couple of days ago, you got yourself a place with a good friend of yours who offered you to share. You were thankful of her offer. As soon as you moved in, you were trying out jobs, but none of them were good for you since either your boss was an complete dick or your coworkers were perverts.

"Hey, I got a career councellor for you, I've heard he had given many people jobs. People said he's very friendly." Your friend gave you his card, 'Steve Raglan'

"Really?" You raised an eyebrow at her, not really buying it,

"Yes, really." She smiled at you, "Think about it. I am sure he has something in mind for you."

"But how can he have something for me if I already tried almost every job there was?" You asked her and she gave you a weak smile,

"Trust me, I had a friend there who said he gave him a job that wasn't even 'officially' available. Haven't heard of him in a while though." Your friend shrugged.

"Thank you, but I don't know where to go." You sighed,

"Don't worry, all I need is your file with every information about you. But I will help you." She smiled at you with a warm, reassuring smile.

You and your friend got everything ready, she showed you the building where Steve Raglan's office is located at and handed your file in. Both of you were waiting in the waiting room of the building. People walked in and out, the typing of some computers can be heard in the background and after some time of waiting a secretary came up to you,

"You're here for Steve Raglan?" She asked with a smile and you nodded, "Good. Follow me, please." she beckoned you and you followed behind her. As soon as you arrived his office the woman left and you stood infront of Raglan's office door. There was a gold plate with purple writing on it saying 'Mr. Raglan'. So you knocked on the door softly, trying not to disturb if anyone else was there.

"Come in." a warm voice said and you slowly opened the door, as you entered, you could smell fresh coffee, the office looked inviting, modern equipment with a touch of vintage.

There he was, Steve Raglan, sitting in his spinny desk chair, slowly turning around to you with your file in hand.

Steve looked up at you, smiling warmly, "You must be the newbie here, right? I am Steve Raglan." Steve stood up from his chair, extending his hand for a handshake.

'He's a giant!' You thought and gently shook his hand, he then sat back down on his chair, your file laying infront of him on the desk, he leaned forward, placing his elbows on the desk,

"So, what can I do for you?" He asked with a warm tone,

"I am looking for a job. Nothing too big, just a simple little job can be enough." You answered, feeling a little nervous on what your options may be.

Steve grabbed your file, opening it and looking inside it briefly before looking back at you, "You had some trouble finding your first job here, right? Because of 'personal' related issues?" he tilted his head a little to the side, waiting for your response.

"Yes, Mr. Raglan." You nodded, "If...if I might ask you if you have something for me with, uhm, not so many people in it? I prefer to work all by myself...if that is even possible." You stuttered a little bit, afraid if he will say there is nothing for you, giving him a nervous look.

William grinned internally, knowing he's found his next victim.

"Oh yes. Actually, there is something exactly for you in store. A security gig." Steve smiled at you, "But don't worry, you are all by yourself, nobody else." he added and leaned back into his chair.

"Really? That's good!" You smiled back happily.

'If only you knew...' William thought to himself.

Steve then grinned a bit, "But it's at night. And it's an old Pizzaria."

Your face dropped for a second,

'A job as a night guard at an old Pizzaria?' You thought.

"Oh, that's okay. At this point I'll take anything." You let out a nervous chuckle, making Steve grin.

"Perfect. Don't worry, you only have to do one thing. Keeping people out. Well- and- and keeping the place tidy." Steve explained,

'That's two things' you thought

"Yeah, I can do that." You nodded, "Great! Oh, want some coffee? Just finished before you came in." Steve offered and stood up again, walking past you and to his coffee machine. Steve grinned wolfishly while pouring coffee into the two mugs, before returning to you and handing you the coffee.

"You know, to be brutally honest with you, I am glad you're different." Steve said as he sat back down across from you

"Different? What do you mean?" You asked him wondering what he meant by that,

"Well, most of my clients are sort of 'trouble makers', fired from their past jobs then showing up here and begging me to find them a job, some of them even returning to me saying they got fired again." Steve chuckled.

You chuckled too "Well, from what I have seen I can only agree."

Steve laughed, "Welcome to the job. Now, let me explain everything to you."

'You're in for a fun ride, bunny...'

Steve then explained everything you needed to know in full detail, he gave you the location and the exact route from your house. Your shift would start tomorrow, from 12AM to 6AM at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

#matthew lillard!william afton #william afton #steve raglan #yandere #yandere william afton #yan!william afton #fnaf movie

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rikaluver · 9 months ago

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Who said sex can't fix everything?

[Joe Goldberg X Guinevere Beck]

Summary: An alternate way of fixing their relationship in S01E19: Candance. WC: 2145 Category: Smut CW: Assault, Aggravated Assault

For the first time, I'm writing about a big interest of mine that isn't Postal or FNAF all because my friend put the idea in my head. Thanks, Paige <3

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"Get up on the fence!" Joe shouted, his voice aggravated and rapid, "don't move."

"Hey, come on man, be cool." Nicky whimpered in a hushed tone. He tried looking back at his perpetrator but was swiftly met by a blow to the face with his assailant's weapon of choice—a gun.

"Shut up!" Joe demanded, seizing Nicky's hand, which clutched his phone. "Unlock it."

Nicky searched frantically for the home button with his thumb. He had only one thought on his mind. Stay. Alive. And the only way he would do that is if he complied. He unlocked the phone and Joe snatched it out of his hand. His goal was clear as his finger made a bee-line for the phone app, opening it up to see nothing but Beck.

Beck, Beck, Beck, Beck, Beck.

Of course, there were some other calls from his wife and his office but Beck was the only one that mattered right now.

"Jus-just take whatever you want."

"Shut it!" is more of what Joe wanted to say, but it all came out as an angered grunt. He kicked Nicky in the back of the knees, forcing his head closer to the fence. His finger moved to Nicky's messaging app where he'd find messages with Beck. The first one that caught his eye was a message from Beck: stop contacting me. It's over.

The more he scrolled up, the more evidence of their affair he could find. From images, to sexual messages detailing how Nicky wanted to taste her. It made him sick to his stomach and all he could think about was the betrayal.

How could she cheat? What the hell was he doing wrong? She's all he ever wanted. Everything he did was for her, and this is how she repays him? A tear dropped onto his screen, causing a ripple of water, distorting his view.

He kicked Nicky in the back of the knees again, causing him to fall to his knees before he'd start his pleading. "I-I have a family, I..." His breathing was labored as he stumbled over his words, "I can make it right."

Joe cocked his gun, how dare he even think about talking about his family now? After the affair he's been having with Beck? After all the lies and deceit?

"Please, my family, man, they don't deserve this."

Mr. Mooney's words came to mind: "Some people...deserve to die."

Beck's words also flooded his mind: "I know in my heart...that is not you. That can never be you."

The gun felt heavier and heavier, almost to the point where it felt like it was trying to pull itself away from his hand and toward Nicky. He was ready to pull the trigger, and Nicky could sense it. His body shook with fear and tears streamed down his face as he looked over his shoulder at the barrel pointed at his temple. This was it. He was going to die.

But something, something overwhelming led him to put his gun down. It might've been guilt. It might've been the belief that karma would come around. Whatever it was, it saved Nicky's life.

Joe's next destination was Beck's apartment. She was his final stop for the night, and he'd make it a memorable one. He wasn't sure what he would do but a part of him wanted to see her. He hurriedly walked to her apartment, opening the door with his key only to find her in the living room. The sound of the door opening and closing caught her attention. She turned around facing an angered Joe who seemed to have a few things on his mind. She noticed his demeanor, his stance. His hands balled into fists, his face red, his eyes bloodshot. He'd been crying.

"You told me I was crazy." He spoke slowly, his voice deep.

"What?"

"You told me I was crazy for even thinking it." Joe pointed at her, then back at himself all the while getting closer, "if we don't have trust, we have nothing. You said that to me. Do you remember?"

Then, it dawns on Beck. The first time Joe had accused of her of cheating, she said those exact words to him. "What are you talking about?" She looked down, to the side, anywhere but at Joe.

"You know what I'm talking about." There's a brief silence before Joe speaks again, his voice breaking. "There's no Emma Fox."

She swallows her spit, finding the courage to look Joe in the eyes.

"I'm only gonna ask you this once," he closes his eyes, "and I need the truth." He exhales slowly and shakily, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "Are you, or were you ever fucking your therapist?"

Beck doesn't answer and instead looks away.

"Answer me," he says through gritted teeth. "Answer me!" She flinches, closing her eyes. He doesn't mean to yell at Beck, no, he would never intentionally yell at Beck. He loves her. You don't yell at people you love. But you don't cheat on people you love either.

"Yes. Yes, I was. I did. I...I cheated. But it's over now." She attempts to reason with him.

"I've done nothing but dote on you. Support you."

"I know."

"Love you," the volume of his voice gets louder.

"I know, Joe."

"And look at what you've done to me." His voice cracks. "You dig into my past, you dissect my life. You paint me out to be this monster, this...someone who could hurt people, who could do terrible things. But who is the monster here, really? Who?"

"It was wrong of me. I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" His jaw clenched. "You're fucking sorry? For what, Beck? For hurting me? For making me look like a fool?" His hand runs through his hair, pulling it, before he looks back up at Beck—her neck. He'd choke her. That's what he'd do. It was simple, and he'd get the same satisfaction as if he were to pull the trigger. He'd kill two birds with one stone. He'd choke the life out of her, and the pain would go away. All of it. All the pain she'd caused him would be gone. And she wouldn't have to feel it either. It'd be quick, too. She wouldn't suffer. Maybe they'd even end up in heaven together. He steps forward and she steps back, afraid. Afraid of what Joe might do to her.

Before he knew it, his hands were on her neck. She tried to pry them off but he was much stronger than she was. His hands gripped her tighter and tighter and her vision began to blur, and his mind began to race.

"Please, stop. I'm sorry," Beck plead, her voice barely above a whisper, "I love you."

Her words rung in his ears and suddenly he felt as though he's being choked himself. What is he doing? Why is he doing this? He loves her too, more than anything, and yet he's choking the life out of her. Her fingers loosened their grip around his wrist, and she fell to the floor, coughing. He knelt to the ground.

"I'm sorry." He said, his voice cracked as his hand caressed her cheek. "I didn't mean to." His eyes welled up with tears, and all she could do was stare. Stare into the eyes of the man she loved, the man she still loves. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I love you. You know that. I'm just a little broken."

"Joe..." She croaked, reaching out to touch his face.

There was a moment of violence between them and an undeniable sexual tension. A line had been crossed, a boundary broken. Their eyes met and in that instant, there was no denying their desire for one another. They were a mess. An absolute mess, and they were attracted to each other in the most fucked up way.

He pulled her close, pressing his lips against hers. Her hand cupped the back of his neck as he moved her hair out of the way and kissed her neck. She was breathless, and he was intoxicated.

She wanted him as badly as he wanted her. She pulled off her shirt, exposing her breasts and he cupped her right breast with his hand, gently squeezing her nipple. He was gentle, almost timid with his touches, and his kisses. Her body arched towards his, her arms snaking around his waist as she felt his arousal against her leg. She was desperate, and she needed him. All of him. She didn't care about the consequences, she didn't care about the affair, she didn't care that this is all wrong, and she didn't care about the way he had just assaulted her. She wanted him, and nothing would get in the way of her desire. She unbuttoned his shirt, her hands roaming his chest before she pushed him onto his back and got on top of him. Her hands moved down his stomach to his pants, tugging them off and freeing his erection. She stroked his cock, causing him to groan as he bucked his hips. His hands slid up her thighs and rested on her ass as she continued to stroke him.

He grabbed the sides of her underwear, pulling them down before she got rid of them herself. His mouth watered as he stared at her, all of her, and how perfect her body was. Her breasts were beautiful, and her hips were so damn inviting. He licked his lips as he looked up at her, waiting for her next move. She positioned herself on his lap, slowly sliding down onto his cock.

He whimpered as her pussy engulfed him. She felt like heaven. It was warm and tight and wet. It was everything he had imagined it would be and more. She was perfect, and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. She looked so beautiful, riding his cock like this.

"Beck...there isn't a line in the world that I wouldn't cross for you." His thumb brushed against her cheek, causing her to shiver. Something in her mind snapped though, she didn't know why but something...something in her made her slap him. Hard. His face turned to the side, his lip cut by his teeth.

To her surprise, he didn't get upset. "Fuck, do that again, please." He groaned. The sound of his voice and his moans were enough to push her over the edge, and she slapped him again. He bucked his hips in response and bit his lip. His fingers dug into her hips, urging her to keep going.

"Oh god," she moaned. "Oh, Joe." Her eyes closed, her head tilted back. He watched her as she rode him. He wanted to watch her cum.

"Beck," his voice was deep and husky, his tone needy. He was close, so close, but he didn't want it to end. Not yet. He was desperate for more. She slowed her pace, moving her hips against his cock, grinding against him. His mouth fell open and he groaned. "Don't stop." He begged.

She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue slipping into his mouth. He tasted sweet, salty, and a little bit coppery. His hands moved to her back, his fingers trailing up and down her spine. She whimpered as his nails grazed her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Her lips moved to his neck, and she kissed his throat. Her teeth nipped at his skin, and he gasped. "Beck, fuck," his voice was low and breathless. He was getting closer and closer. She could feel his cock pulsing inside of her.

She sat up, and she watched him. His eyes were half-lidded, his cheeks were flushed, and his hair was messy. She couldn't help but think how beautiful he looked. She moved faster, grinding against his cock, taking him deeper. "I want you to cum for me, Joe." She whispered. He bit his lip, trying to hold back his moans. "I want you to cum inside me."

That did it. His cock twitched inside of her, and he groaned. His grip tightened on her hips and he thrust up into her. He came inside of her. She smiled, feeling his cock throb. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and she whimpered. That feeling of having warm liquid shoot inside you. How she longed for it.

His breathing was labored, and his chest was heaving. She laid her head on his shoulder, her cheek resting on his chest. She listened to his heartbeat, and it made her feel safe. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close. Her body fit perfectly against his. His skin was soft and warm, and he smelled good. It was a familiar smell. He smelled like home. The feeling was comforting and made her feel loved and secure.

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morallygreyvigilante · 8 months ago

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Thoughts on Nagisa and Itona being friends in the future? Cuz I always imagine them bonding over family trauma and shitty childhood experiences.

AND I think they would be videogame buddies. Like i can picture them having an intense FNAF phase at some point.

Itona loving world of tank and other war games and being big pc player. (Also otome games but he would never tell anyone other than nagisa cuz he knows he doesn't laugh at him)

Nagisa being a god at the SoulsBorn games and console games in general, but being awful at romance games

Just them being friends and healing their inner child together y'know?

Hey, sorry it's taken so long to get around to this one.

First of all, yes! Nagisa and Itona would have such a good dynamic together.

Something that I don't really see people mention a whole lot is just how similar the two of them are (though, this is true for a lot of other potential "duos" in this series).

In the beginning, they were both stuck following the paths set for them by other people. Nagisa with his mom pushing him to follow her dreams, and Itona who was used and treated like an experiment/weapon by Shiro.

They both managed to break free from those paths, albeit in different ways. Nagisa, by finding the courage/strength to stand up to his mother (though the handling of that paricular arc was questionable). Itona, who was discarded by Shiro only to find a new purpose for himself by officially joining the rest of the class.

They're both talented in different ways, though initially out of necessity. Nagisa was shown to have a talent for assassination which we later discover came about as a result of his upbringing and how he initially felt obligated to continue with that path simply because it was what he was good at, how he was later shown to also have a talent for teaching which was the path he ultimately chose at the end of the series. Itona who was - for lack of a better term - "designed" to be a good assassin by Shiro (and also under the tentacles' influence) and how he'd followed that path until he was ultimately discarded, how he was later shown to be good with technology after he'd joined the class.

There's also something else about their respective characters that I, personally, find interesting. Nagisa is initially presented as a team player, he's the only one in the class who was shown making notes of Korosensei's weakness at the start, notes which form the basis of many of the class' collective assassination plans and he's shown to work well in a team…however, the nature of his skills as an assassin make him more suited to working solo (something which was made clear in the class civil war arc when Isogai specifically instructed Nagisa to do his own thing, instead of assigning him a specific role in the team). Itona, on the other hand was initally presented as a "lone operative" who was unwilling to cooperate with the rest of the class in his earlier appearances while he was still working with Shiro, only to later take on a more supportive role once he'd joined the class.

I could go on, but I think I should actually answer your ask now haha.

As you said, I can see them starting out by bonding over their respective childhoods. Their situations were different but there's enough similarities there for them to understand each other's experiences. They're perhaps not each other's first pick of someone to talk to (they are both shown to have their own friend groups, after all) but that doesn't mean it doesn't come up at all.

However, one thing I can see them actively seeking each other out for, is adapting to being able to make their own choices. Sure the others in the class don't exactly have perfect lives either, but most of them at least have a goal they're working towards, they have options.

Yes, Nagisa and Itona have goals they're working towards too, but after going along with the whims of someone else for a long time (granted, it wasn't as long for Itona, but it wasn't just Shiro's influence he was dealing with) that I imagine it would've been somewhat awkward to get used to having the freedom to choose for themselves and I can see them helping each other adjust. Sure the others help too, but they don't have quite the same understanding.

Also, yes, them being video game buddies makes so much sense and the games you picked out match them so well (as a fellow FNAF enjoyer, I am accepting this headcanon as one of my own, thank you kindly). I can also see them both enjoying puzzle games though I wouln't be able to name any specific ones off the top of my head.

Nagisa and Itona are also fairly quiet, so I can see them hanging out together to have a break from the general chaos caused by their other friends (mostly Karma and Terasaka). That's not to say that Nagisa aren't chaotic in their own right - because they certainly are - but sometimes it's nice to get away from it.

I can see them both liking comics (mostly sci-fi). Nagisa recommends a few to Itona and it eventually leads to the two of them having friendly debates about them, sometimes Fuwa joins them. Itona has a habit of criticising the technology and inaccurate science which Nagisa finds interesting.

They're protective of each other. Nagisa has enough control over his bloodlust by this point that he can let it out at will, which makes subtly intimidating people very effective. Itona prefers using his drones to cause a series of mild inconveniences. They know the other can defend themselves just fine, but sometimes it's nice to know there's someone in their corner.

That's all I really have for now, but this is a fun little dynamic to think about so I might make another post in the future (no promises though).

#assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #nagisa shiota #shiota nagisa #itona horibe #horibe itona

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rui-drawsbox · 8 months ago

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hey dude

how did you develop your art style? ive been drawing for years and I cant seem to get a handle on ANYTHING

4 almost 5 days late sorry dude you shot right into my inability to put thoughts into words properly HAHA

alright so first of all, i don't even think a style is something you need to do art. I'm a hobbyist apologist and as long those people enjoy creating it doesn't even have to look "good".

That aside i'm assuming you want to take art at least a little seriously so i'm just going to be straight forward and say that the only way is ping-pong between styles/techniques/themes and just stick with the stuff you feel more comfortable doing.

Now going into my personal experience, that's what you asked after all lolol (from now on this is just yapping so feel free to ignore it)

alr soooo im skipping my first steps into art and going into the humanoid phase. I actually started with sonic! Specifically the show Sonic X, of course i picked up mannerisms from the anime when it was time of doing comedic doodles (and cuestionable taste on fashion)

(im going thru my big inspirations so bear with me here)

2015 came and i discovered my two main inspirations for a long time: fnaf and Ed00chan! (link to her abandoned deviantart so yall can see the style of the time). As i was completely enamored by her anime-yet-cartoony style i was also hyperfixated with fnaf and those two things combined perfectly into (the infamous in the spanish side of the fnaf fandom) fnafhs! bing bang boom there it goes my personality for the next 5 years!

sprinkle a few power puff girls z too why not

anyway at that time i wanted to become a pro like ed00 so i had to understand anatomy, and my go-to channel was Bgm94! But the elders said that to broke the rules you have to understand them, so i just kind-of started doing more "realistic" bodies while maintaining the cartoony-ness i liked so much. Which to be fair, didn't last long before i got bored and jumped straight into cartoon/chibi again

also since we're entering my digital era i'm including some drawings with wild style changes since the experimentation never ends owo9

anyway that was 2018 and before! it was around 2017-18 that i dropped the general tutorials and just started experimenting on my own style/anatomy and trying to improve my skills (im ignoring my sketchbooks bc from now on they just become- well, sketchbooks, instead of doing full drawings i just doodled in classes and leaved the detail for digital stuff)

i would love to include all my 2019 folder bc i consider it was a year full of love for my silly doodles but tumblr has a limit for images HAHA. Hopefully you can see how i go trying out stuff and pick little stuff from every stage with me lolol

2020 hits and you can *see* my hyperfixation with twisted wonderland here, at least my folder is 60% twst drawings i made for my fanfic at the time LOL. Not so many style jumps here tho so let's keep going

2021 and 2022 here! at the second half of 2022 i found my oh so beloved crunchy brush and i also fell hard for Arashi Narukami, so basically my tumblr became an arashi fanpage lol

stuff at 2023 keeps pretty the same until now tbh, the only highlight would be the re-inclusion of noses bc of spiderverse 2. My style also has been pretty well maintained since i started doing commissions so i don't really do so much experimentation anymore, at least not with proportions and such.

alr so that was my journey on artstyle! Of course it's not like you're gonna guess all my process just by looking at the images so i'll say what type of stuff i feel influenced my decisions.

i'm very lazy and for a log time i just abandoned my projects if it prolonged more than a day or two, that obviously made me lean into the cel/plain shading rather than spending hours and maybe days rendering (not that i don't try rendering every now and then but i don't enjoy spending so much time in a single piece)

everyone around me always has been extremely supportive so i had the privilege of dedicating all my soul to drawing silly characters haha, i feel like since i never felt the need of comparing myself to others i could actually experiment so unapologetically with my style until i was satisfied

finding an actual brush that i like is always crucial to me tbh, even in traditional i'm pretty picky with how the ink and type of pen i'm using. Of course, i also tried multiple traditional art techniques (watercolor, acrylics, crayons, pencils, pastels, my favorite are pen+markers)

i dont like feets. that shows until today.

in general i think an artstyle is something extremely personal that every person has to shape themselves and that it can't really be a permanent thing, it's gonna fluctuate with the artist whenever they like it or not.

#rui thinks loudly #i have looong list of inspirations but i dont really think its that important rn #going thru my old sketchbooks and having a whiplash of cringe at the fanart i did to a ytber that got exposed as a groomer last year #also 90% of the fnafhs cast i mentioned was exposed for stuff like that. MAN cant people be normal #growing up is realizing i was right at being terrified of talking with strangers on internet HAHA #anyway its 3 am goodnight #rui answers

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ankmankpank · 10 months ago

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what do you think 4towns awakenings 😏 were

This took so long bc shame on me but I originally hc all of the members straight(I hope this is a safe place for me to say), maybe Aaron T. not completely, but if this is not good keep in mind that everyone’s hcs are different, love ya🫶

(Remember that it’s a safe place for you to share all of your headcanons and requests w me, the worst that can happen is that I don’t do it bc I’m uncomfy w it, which is not very likely to happen. You see, I did this one too!)

Below the cut❤️

For Aaron T., a hot senior dude(with a style and probably the looks of fnaf sb monty fanart) who found 13 year old T. cool and wanted to be friends with him. They did end up as friends, finding the dude hot was just like finding one of his friend’s mom hot for T., so no big deal.

Aaron Z. just came to it somehow by himself when he was around 16. Like laying on his bed, facing the ceiling, thinking: “He's hot.” “That's hot.” “He's hot.” “Wait I'm kinda hot.” So yeah, for that week he was kinda thinking about it but to the end of it, he came to accept that something was different than it used to be. At least on how he viewed it, he found men hot before too, just didn’t realize that it was that.

Robaire, celebrities on the internet. One celebrity, let’s say that it’s some hot black influencer dude. Now Robaire started off with watching his videos when he was like 20, but not really enjoying the content. Being bored, but watching it anyway. He didn’t know why was that, until one of his friends friendly told him that “bro that’s gay.” He didn’t take it to heart of course, but he still thought about it when he got home. And fuck yes, that moment he realized that that guy is so boring, but so hot and that’s why he watched it. Oh.

For Tae Young, it was in high school. Nerdy ass little boy, our Tae dropped a book once. And when he was about to reach for it, somebody else got it for him. It was a jock. Tae took it from him, said thank you and watched the jock go on his way, but fuck he felt noticed. And couldn’t really stop thinking about it for a loong time. When he told this to Aaron T., T. was the one to suggest that maybe Tae had a little crush on him?? They stared at each other for a while, then came to the conclusion of.. “Yeah, probably.” Tae got over it quite quickly, but he still kept getting small crushes at guys helpful like that.

Jesse grew up finding men hot just as much he found women hot. Well, first it was “amusing” and he more of looked up on the people who he later found out that he was crushing on, but his first crush on a nice bartender was quite easy to come to him. He immediately realized and saw no problem with it, it was kinda in him his whole life.

#turning red 4town #4town #4townie #4 town #4town headcanons #4town aaron t #4 town aaron t #4town taeyoung #4town aaron z #4town jesse #4 town jesse #4town robaire #4 town taeyoung #4 town tae young #4 town robaire #4 town aaron z

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goremet-chef · 2 years ago

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just found someone who makes monster hunter lego builds do NOT speak to me im. this. GRGRGRG

anyways heres some gifs i have of monsters cuz im in love with this series forever and always (super long ramble SFJKS ive been writing this for hours)

odogaron + ebony odo is like.... you dont understand. thats me i kin so many monsters from MH its insane like.. thats literally me nothing reflects me better LOOK AT THEM. rathalos, odogaron, nargacuga like any red scary thing i resonate with deep in my soul its insane

this one is one of my headmates favorites. shrieking legi really came thru when he was having a bad time and i love this for him. ITS JUST LIKE... so many of the monsters resonate with us on such personal levels, that its hard to even explain. i am selfish, and i do view monster hunter as my game (got that autism special) like these are my creatures they were made for me

REAL TALK THO, these two were genuinely actually made for me look at this shit

unknown (black flying wyvern) and valstrax my beloveds. fucking god tier

the fact that i already resonate with the rathalos so hard, and it turns out theres a black and red edgier cool version of it/????like are you insane when i discovered this thing i was. SO UNWELL IN MY CHANNEL ON DISCORD i literally rambled about it for AN HOUR STRAIGHT. then when i found out about valstrax i rambled about that one for an hour too SKFJS like wow they are so cool. autism is real

also have this one, xeno'jiiva is so. MHW was my first MH game (say what you will) and god damn. im gonna be real idk if id be so into it if it wasnt for MHW, cuz like.... the main appeal of the entire game series to me is the monsters themselves. like im. when i first started i was TOO SCARED TO FIGHT THE GREAT JAGRAS (yknow. the first large monster you fight 😭😭 like the 3rd quest. insane) because ive never been into fighting games and having something large PURSUE ME didnt sound pleasant

crazy that i went from being too scared to play it again to LITERALLY playing for 72 hours almost STRAIGHT with minimal pee and sleep breaks, and giving myself carpal fucking tunnel cuz i was just. obsessed. AUTISM IS REAL

went from couldnt stand 10 minutes of it to 400 hours in game SKFJSD

and i would do it again bitch!!!

so what im SAYING. alright. is that im not a fighter in games (well NOW i am, but before i super wasnt) but what drew me in was how i could just.. watch. how i could see all the big scary monsters sleep and eat and walk around and fight eachother. how i could get their tracks, listen to their sounds, ETC. like it was so. IT WAS THRILLING and ive never been more in love

like for context my first special interest is fnaf and i wouldnt be anything like myself if i never got into fnaf like life changing shit. but i gotta say, i mean. ive played the fnaf games and i love the story and EVERYTHING this is not a diss on my first home!!!! but i played MHW to the point of exhaustion, to where i needed to have an arm brace and even then despite the HORRIBLE PAIN in my wrist, i still kept playing

i played so much i literally managed to rub the s and w letters of my siblings keyboard KSJFSF like it was for real. i miss that, like a lot. i dont play as much anymore because i mean. i have it on my laptop. my laptop is a gaming laptop and it can run!! but its better for my

yknow i dont think i have an actual reason and im literally about to cry thinking about it SKFSFJ the good computer with the good graphics and running is my siblings and id need permission, yknow how it is. PLUS im a bit stuck? i need an urugaan ruby for my barioth mission lmao but ill get there

monster hunter world is so beautiful. the environments are fucking stunning, the visual upgrade for the monsters was INSANE and just watching them be animals? it brings me so much joy KSJSJSJ

one of my favorites is the rotten vale, which is funny cuz i remember the first time i ever went there i was so. PARANOID. i use sound with pretty much everything i play since my eyes might not track everything thats happening, so hearing the ambience for the vale freaked me out so much, i stayedat the camp for SO LONG and good thing too cuz the radobaan makes its way down that path and i was shook SKFJSF

also the big fucking dalamadur skeleton in the vale is so. UGHHHH

i love horror and rot and decay!!! its frightening its unsettling but even still the vale is such a necessary part of the ecosystem!!! like wow monsters come there to DIE? are youINSANE

(dalamadur is like one of the biggest monsters for reference. the whole upper part of the vale is made of its skeleton cuz its a big snake its so UGHHH)

also the???? STOMACH ACID POOL?

they were cooking bro,,,,, such a gorgeous and unsettling environment goddd

like GOD i cant think of anything better, the story for MHW is so good man. the tracker said "its an ecological marvel" and i took that personally (i repeat that so much about random shit its not even funny how long ive been doing that for)

or how like... any of the docile monsters (tobi kadachi, banbaro, kulu ya ku, ETC) i genuinely if i go on expedition, and i see theres a docile monster in one of the locales, ill go there and just follow them around the ENTIRE TIME SFKSFS

heres SEVERAL pics of me with banbaros at different times KSJFS

that isnt even all of them with JUST banbaro 💀💀💀 its my favorite activity

and sometimes i get hit with the banbaro / nightshade paolumu / coral pukei combo!!!! thats a triple docile whammy!!!!! thriving

also heres a cute viper tobi shot :] love viper tobi

also also i cant believe i never said anything yet but VAAL HAZAK??? my actual liege look at this mf

MY LORD!!! vaal is so fucking cool man. and the KICKER??? DOCILE

whenever i do this quest i do just follow it around for a while (which. ive had to do this quest A LOT cuz i thought i get vitality crystals from it (yknow cuz i got some from it) so i have probably 100% killed more vaal hazak than any of the other elder dragons SKFJSF

vaal hazak is so cool cuz its covered in rotten meat and uses the effluvium (corpse gas) as its like. life source. it pulls excess effluvium from the vale into itself and expels it when theres not enough, so its keeping the ecosystem tame its so cool UGHH

also one of its moves it plays dead its so fucked up itll fall over like you've knocked it over and then just lay there but you hear its inhale and it looks up and BLASTS YOU with its effluvia gas beam (WHICH. THAT THING HURTS!!!!!! for real the effluvium attack is so. plus it also halves yr health? like if vaal hits you with that shit itll give you miasma or whatever and it HALFS YR HEALTH BAR and you gotta eat a nulberry to negate it

im not one for switching shit around in my like item bar tho (MAINLY cuz most the time ive played MHW was with my siblings mouse and its scroll bare was broken so swapping items was hard) so i just put on like 3 effluvia resistance gems and it cant give me miasma. problem solved SKFSJF

i did get so tired of fighting it cuz yknw its a hard fight its an elder dragon, but i will say like the MUSIC? thats one of the things like. when we fought megan in the forest, they gave us battle music and THAT is why i kicked ass and abandoned all my fear, monster hunter instincts kicked in and i tanked alright like it was NOTHING, battle music just hits different

vaal hazak theme is so fucking good!!!! "keeper of hades" ARE YOU INSANE? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND????? i cant believe this shit!!!!!!!!

youtube

monster hunter stop being the coolest franchise ever challenge KSFJSF

i did do vaal hazak fight with no music before cuz i was trying to see and. THE MUSIC DOES SO MUCH? literally there was like no adrenaline without the music it was just. :| oh. im in the vale. thats the dragon. hes gonna breath attack. okay LIKE IT WAS SO LACK LUSTER IT WAS INSANE

i never realized how much the music did for fights but its so.. vital bro like it gets you in the fighting mood it compliments the monster and the area its !!!GRAAAAHHHH

monster hunter soundtrack is literally so fucking good. BANGERS back to back literally every song is so fucking cracked its epic

dont even get me STARTED on "proof of a hero" that song makes me stim so fucking hard man it makes me feel so fucking good. my sibling made his ringtone for me that song and AUGHHH crying sobbing

like yeah this is proof that im a hero!!! literally makes me feel so proud and FOR WHATTTT

idk im such a firm believer in the importance of sound design, sound design is EVERYTHINGGG and MH does such a good job with that shit, the monster roars and environmental ambience, audio cues to what attack is gonna happen, the music its all. perfect 10/10 godtier shit

anyways this is my monster hunter ramble, it most likely will happen again. love this game with all my heart

#monster hunter #MHW #MH #monster hunter world #another love letter to this game #even tho ive written like 50 things like this in other places #JUST AS LONG TOO SFKJSF #Youtube

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robinette-green · 2 years ago

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I never got around to writing the story but I do have an honest to god fnaf animatronic self insert.

This is Fey. She runs the Star Dome at the top of the Pizza Plex.

5’2”

Glows under black light

Has up to date knowledge of the solar system so she can provide fun facts during the shows.

Has fruity, star shaped hard candies that have pop rocks on the inside for a fizzy burst. (Think Zotz)

The Star Dome is an enormous, round room that is made entirely of screens. (Looks like one big screen but it’s many)

Rides in a UFO shaped control panel above the patrons heads

Some times the screens short circuit and electrocute guests (that’s covered in the waver)

The star dome has one or two video games programmed into it;’s system because it was originally going to be like VR gaming without the head sets but FazBear scrapped that idea in favor of a planetarium style attraction.

Fey is really good at the shooter game on the Dome’s system. (Uses it to get out frustration) ((this means she’s also killer at Fazer blast))

I had this whole plot line sketched out where Moon and Fey start off on the wrong foot and a prank war ensues. Eventually Fey steals Moon’s head and they end up entangled in the ball pit. Feelings are realized and they start avoiding each other until Sun’s decided enough is enough and locks them in a closet together. ((Sun and Fey have had a little romance going on through this whole thing))

The pranks:

Fey tweaks the fly motor so it goes just slightly to fast (Runs Moon into a play structure)

Moon scare Fey in the dark

Call me mr. Chuckles on a note taped to Moon’s back

Moon paints a face on Fey’s helmet

Fey swaps the Sundrops and Moondrops so the kids are hyperactive through nap time (she regrets this)

Moon restates the volume for the star dome too loud and sticks it there (just a bit too uncomfortable) ((he regrets this))

Stolen hat (chase ensues)

And below the cut is the small snippet that I did write out. I don’t know if I’ll ever actually pick this back up.

The star dome opened around a month ago in The Faz bear pizza plex. They situated it up on the 3rd floor by mazersize. Going through the doors, you enter a new world. The curved walls are all screens, and holograms are projected from several small devices hidden around the room. Everything working together to transport you into the depths of space, with stars and planets at your fingertips.

I was created to run the attraction from a little control deck that hangs from the ceiling disguised as a spaceship. I was humanoid in shape but only stood just over five feet tall. They had given me large, round eyes, short hair that was neon blue, and antennae with a cute little ball at the end of each stock. I was dressed in a purple jumpsuit, bright pink space boots, a neon green, fuzzy half coat, and a bubble space helmet. The helmet I only ever wore for guests, taking it off as soon as the closing announcement sounded.

Once parts and services had finished putting me together and powdered me on, they ran a few tests to ensure all of the data I needed had been properly uploaded and set me to work. The only reason that I had met the main four was because they came to greet me after hours on my first day.

Freddy had wanted to know if I was settling in alright and made me promise to come to him if I needed help with anything at all. Chica brought me some vibrantly colored cupcakes, even though I can't eat, and asked if I wanted to have a sleepover with her and Roxie sometime soon. Roxie brought me a signed photo and informed me that she would soon be my favorite. I met Monty last because he was standing at the back of the pack, and he just gave me a head nod when he was introduced, saying nothing.

Every night from that point forward, one or more of the four would come up to the dome once we were closed and ask if I wanted to hang out. I enjoyed chica's maze and racing on the raceway. I could get a few holes-in-one on the mini golf course, but my favorite thing was fazerblast. In every game we played, I was always the winner. No contest. I could even defeat Freddy himself. Being small was a definite advantage, and I was faster than everyone except Roxy. Luckily the others didn't get upset that I always won. They would either team up against me or try to take the number two spot, knowing they couldn't beat me.

I had been active for about a month when I finally asked about the Sun and Moon-themed characters on the walls in the prize hall. Out of sight, out of mind. I had meant to ask when I first saw them, space kinda being my forte, but we were just running through to get to the East arcade at the time, and I quickly forgot.

Chica and I were going through some new prizes that Faz had released. There were some new mermaid Chica plushies and some space toys that we wanted to get our hands on.

"I keep forgetting to ask. Who are these two clowns? I've never seen them around, but their pictures are scattered around the plex." Chica was elbows deep in a box of stuffed toys, sorting through the new merch.

"That's Sun and Moon. They run the daycare. Sun's a sweetie, but he hates leaving the daycare, and Moon's a bit of a grouch. He's around but would rather hang out in dark corners and spy on the goings-on than hang out."

I leaned against the counter, arms folded, and looked at the Yellow character on the far wall. That must be Sun. I scoffed

"Very creative names. We have a daycare?"

"Yeah! It's huge! It's connected to kid's cove, but the main entrance is in the lobby across from Faz pad."

"Ahh. Never been to the lobby… never had a reason to go down there."

"Well, that's why you've never seen them! You should go visit! They love getting visitors! Well, Sun does."

"Yeah… I think I will."

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I made my way down to the daycare the next night. Getting to meet two other animatronics that were also space themed? Yes, please!

The sign for the daycare on the lobby landing was small, but I was able to spot it easily. Pushing through the doors, I found myself in a dark hallway with a minor water feature and a much larger advertisement for the daycare painted on the brick wall.

"This is nice." Maybe I would come back here to think. It was quiet, and the water feature cooled the air nicely. Very relaxing atmosphere.

Once the daycare security gate lifted, I was bombarded with a happy preppy song playing over the overhead speaker. Everything was bright and colorful in this upper lobby. Walking further in, I noticed the slide in the far wall. A sign over the top read 'slid into fun!'

"Oh, cute!" The slide went straight into a ball pit in the daycare below. As fun as that looked, I didn't want my first impression to be fumbling around in a ball pit.

Vaulting over the partition, I made my way down the upper hallway, peering into the party rooms as I went. The murals painted on the walls were cute, but the rooms felt small and claustrophobic. Past the palm tree lights and down the stairs, I walked up to the set of massive wooden doors.

"Well… here we go." I pushed open the doors. It was enormous! Three play structures towered in the middle of the room, and colored mats covered the floors.

If my eyes could sparkle with amazement, they would be… maybe they were. I hadn't looked at my own schematics, and no one had bothered to tell me all of my functions. Only the ones that were important to my job had been explained to me, and even then, I still needed to figure out how everything worked on my own.

"Hooo! Hoo! Hoo!" Someone was on the balcony in the far wall. They jumped.

"NO-!" There was a splash of balls as the individual dove into the ball pit below. I sprinted across the playmats to look down into the ball pit for any sign of the animatronic. Were they okay? They have to be damaged from a fall from that height!

"Hello?"

"Heeeellooo!" I fell backward as balls exploded from the pit, a yellow animatronic bursting from the brightly colored balls.

"New friend! You're sure up late!" Coming over the bridge from the ball pit, he towered over me, yellow rays spinning. This guy had to be at least 7 feet tall, definitely taller than the main four.

"…Sun?" I asked timidity from where I was now sitting on the floor.

"Hoo! Ho! You have me at a disadvantage, friend!" Sun grabbed my hand and pulled me upright. There was a second where I was hanging in the air, tiptoes barely brushing the ground before I was set down. He held my hand momentarily to ensure I was steady before letting me go.

"I'm Fey. It's nice to meet you!" This large gangly individual still towered over me even while I was standing. I was used to the band's height, so it wasn't unnerving, but I hadn't expected him to be this tall. Taking a second to look him over, I thought it looked like that fall hadn't hurt him in any visible way.

"Fey. Are you new to the plex?"

#glitter rock #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf fanfic #fnaf oc #fnaf self insert #glitter rock writing #glitter rock art #fey #fnaf security breach

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luckyplushy · 1 year ago

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A look back on my old art (and other doodles on Twitter.) - December 2020

This marks the FIRST post of many I will make detailing my old work. I'm gonna start posting these weekly as to make it easy others AND for me. And what better way to start it off by the month I finally got a tablet. (and turnt 18 too I guess)

I was not a smart 18 year old, I some how barely survived the last 2 years of high school, and this and the next would become the worse it ever got. Yet I still persisted and somehow stay sane. Kinda. Keep that in mind for the bulk of 2021's art in the following weeks.

December 4

As you can see from the first image, I was using a mouse at the time (and a combination of mspaint and firealpaca) That will change soon enough. Also homestuck =:3

Original descriptions:

I saw this and I thought I can use this as an excuse to actuallly draw homestuck

have this nepeta doodle as well

December 6

At the time I was really obsessed with making homestuck sprites of stuff (and I still kinda do) so I made this at a request of a friend at the time.

Original description:

@SpringingTraps made me draw metaware homestuck

December 8

Why did I even included this post in here? Well I used to be SUPER inconsistent how I draw myself, so thought this would be a good start.

Original description:

i found that pettting gif website...

December 11

I'll be honest, I wish I didn't post this back then. IDK it's kinda weird looking back on now.

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It's #FlatFuckFriday AND my birthday??? Fuck yeah!!! 🥞

December 18

I'll be honest. I have no idea how I did THIS with a mouse of all things. Like how did I do it. In MSPAINT no less. Also I have no idea why I drew myself like this here.

Original Description:

fucking around with faking line weight, so glad I don't have to do this shit when I get a tablet

December 20

Oh look Cave Story, one my earliest obsessions. When this drawing came out, I already have long since moved on from it, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate it.

Original Description:

16 years of #CaveStory =:]

December 22

Ah here we go, I finally got a drawing tablet. I got REALLY excited with the pen pressure that I kinda gone overboard with it, but it was nice to use one. (granted I forgot how to draw with a mouse now.) Oh yeah, if you notice a black line on the VERY top of some drawings, that was a bug with firealpaca. I kinda had to live with it for a while.

Original Description:

WOW HAVING PEN PRESURE MAKES A BIG DIFFFERENCE

This was the first real piece I did after getting a tablet. I'm quite proud of it. The context behind this image is kinda funny really. A server I was in was doing a collab where we drew UCN portraits of our OCs or Sona, and I drew something for it. Yes UCN, Ultimate Custom Night. I was in my second FNAF phase at the time.

Original Description:

Let the static flow.

December 23

At the time, I used to draw myself with sideburn thingies cause I thought it look cute, but I no longer do that. Also you might be noticing a large about drawing made in a short timeframe. Well I have an explanation for that. You see, I sometimes get hit by these bursts of productivity and I can draw super fast. Sometimes these bursts happen at random, but in this case it was because I gotten a new tablet and new ideas where flowing.

Original Description:

This was supposed to be a sketch...

I HAVE LOT TO SAY ABOUT THIS. I was super obsessed with TGWeaver's FNAF comics. It was why I gotten back into FNAF around 2019. But I was fascinated with Toy Bonnie at the time, to the point I started drawing her on the daily. I started using her as an avatar for myself online. It was when I saw a post on tumblr where something made a kinsona when it clicked for me. This rabbit holds sooooo much gender. 🏳️‍⚧️ Thus ended 5 years of denial over my gender.

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some weaver buns

December 24

I tried drawing myself with my hair down here. I didn't like it then. I got better at drawing my hair down though. I was this file was named "cel test" for some reason.

Original Description:

It's me!

December 25

Remember when I said I was inconsistent, here an example. I dislike how this turned out then, I STILL do now. The only thing I do like? This was when I started to shade in this particular way. Also at the time I was worried about being too slow, which is funny when I was posting so many things at once. But also the filename was "the crunch" which is less funny and more worrying.

Original Description:

I need to learn how to do this faster

December 28

Oh look a Commission! There's nothing special to say about this.

Original Description:

Shaded commission for @Bunnydudee of Carmen from Animal Crossing!

December 29

THAT'S RIGHT I DREW SONIC.EXE BEFORE IT WAS COOL. Jokes aside, this post was more so for Tails Doll. I loved drawing that little bugger in the most pathetic and dorky way possible.

Original Description:

Tails Doll's roommate is a wacknut

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FINALLY we made it thru December. Goodness I posted alot more often back then huh. Kinda surprising. Anyways next week I'll post January!

#my art #fursona #doodles #commission #sona #Clover's Old Art #twitter repost #long post #fnaf #toy bonnie #fnaf bonnie #homestuck #metaware high school #tails doll #sonic.exe #carmen animal crossing #sue sakamoto #ms paint #sorry about the long tag list

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bigbadwolfy · 1 year ago

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So I thought of a thing

Me and my friend ( @ichigoofficial ) started working on this way back in August 2023 ish and I decided to go back to it and refine the idea. It’s this really cool FNaF AU with angsts and stuff and OCs and self inserts :3 me and my friend are still getting the characters we want in there, but I have a basic summary! (under the cut)

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Fazbear Entertainment’s Mega Pizzaplex only hires human workers for security, technicians, and general jobs. Mostly. There are two other, special jobs. The Handlers and Stage Hands. They were part of something called “The Handler Initiative.” The handlers were originally there from the beginning. The Stage Hands were later added to boost ratings on their T.V shows and ad campaigns.

Handlers had to be Adults 18 and up that could lead the animatronics to their gigs and birthday parties, and be there in case something goes wrong. Stage Hands However, were children and Teens between 8-16 who could show up with the animatronics as assistants and performers in commercials and T.V segments. They were mostly accessories to the animatronics, there to boost ratings and animatronic morale.

Wherever an animatronic was, their Stage Hand would be right behind them along with their Handler. Everything was perfect for them. The kids and adults got paid the same, very surprisingly large wage, and the animatronics got a few new friends they could enjoy hanging around.

But of course, when everything is going right, something has to go wrong.

Just as the Handlers were taking their Stage Hands to clock out, the stations stopped working. First, the Roxy Raceway. Then Monty Golf. Fazerblast, Mazersize, Astro’s Acrobatics, Bonnie Bowl, Pirate’s Cove, and Lastly, the Superstar Daycare and Theater. Figuring they could just open the doors and leave, explaining the glitch to management later, the groups made their way to the main entrance.

The nearby station, however, turned off just as Freddy’s Handler moved her hand even slightly close.

Confused and afraid, the group came up with ideas to maybe call the police, or straight up call management and complain. Just then, the speaker came on with the same, annoying voice that rang out all announcements across the day.

“All Handlers and Stage hands, please report to the main security office for special instructions!”

Assuming management had found out about the glitches, they made their way to the main office. The animatronics followed them, knowing the big surprise and wanting to congratulate their best friends on this new… forceful opportunity once they got out of the meeting.

After they all got comfortable, the computer screens started to play that same old commercial that played for everyone who walked through the building’s doors. The stage hands and their respectful animatronics showed off their special areas and a small clip of the animatronic’s main show played at the end.

They had seen it all before, not really caring about it anymore. They had to re-record it every 6 months or every new event to keep up with times. They knew every moment by heart. Soon enough, the Fazbear C.E.O’s voice rang out over the spinning logo. They explained the reason the stations were unavailable. The shocking truth.

Fazbear has started a new stage of the Handler Initiative. They would now be living on site, in the new employee housing connected to rockstar row. Their possessions and pets had now been moved to their new housings and they were expected to move in immediately. Immediate family members that weren’t already there with them would be transported there as well.

This wouldn’t have been so bad if they were warned, but the staff eventually came to a bitter understanding.

There was a catch.

There was always a catch.

Employees would have no more contact with the outside world that they couldn’t get from the news or guests, nor were they allowed contact with any extended family.

They were outraged. This just had to be illegal! It was illegal! Unfortunately, in the fine print of their contracts, they had agreed to participate in upcoming Fazbear Projects and Programs relating to the Handler Initiative, even if they didn’t want to.

They still argued.

The C.E.O informed them that they have told extended family and friends they will only be seeing them on holidays because they will be too busy with the initiative. The staff is never allowed to speak of this to anyone.

This is all to increase worker productivity, after all.

Fazbear’s cruelty seeks no end.

They will do what they must to reach their goal, even if that means breaking a few minds along the way.

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YOUVE PROLLY HEARD OF HANDLER AUS, BUT HAVE YOU HEARD OF ONE LIKE THIS?! (No seriously pls tell me if you have, I would hate to accidentally copy someone ): )

And pls remember this AU isn’t fully fleshed out, and I’m also having brainrot of the main AU and another AU so pls just bear with me 😭

AUGH theres a playlist now btw

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keysorsomething · 1 year ago

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In the Eye of the Beholder

I'm posting this here just bc I haven't posted anything in a while, but this isn't anything CoDrelated sorry :(( Basically, I saw the FNaF movie opening weekend and haven't recovered from the FNaF phase revival (not sure I ever recovered from the first one tbh) and when I was yapping at my mom I came up with a dumb theory about Pittrap, and then rewrote the book from his perspective Cross-posted on Ao3

The Yellow Thing did not know what he was.

He had fuzzy memories of being a man, and not this weird bunny thing. He had memories of his face, of building the robots, of a man whose name started with an H, of killing those kids in the backroom. That was the freshest memory in his mind, mostly because that was only the action he had ever taken.

It happened every day. He was locked in this silent prison of a loop, this single day. Of leading the little girl with the bouncing blonde curls who followed him while her tiny hand was engulfed by his, as she asked quiet questions about a dog. Slashing her throat as she looked down into the dark inside of the gray box. Then he cleaned his knife, closed the box, and laid her body against the wall of the party room, her eyes wide open in frozen fear. Then it was time to find the next kid.

The boy stood outside Pirate’s Cove, pouting up at the Out of Order sign. He had a black eye on the right side of his face. He walks behind the bunny silently, eyes on the floor. He scrambles away from the rabbit when he spots the knife, but he’s too short to reach the doorknob without looking.

Then comes the little girl with the black pigtails, who kicks him in the shin and goes to grab a used pizza plate off of a table, but he catches her wrist before she hits him with it. She’s the smallest he kills today. She's the smallest he kills every day.

Next comes the boy who hides under a table in the empty party room when he’s brought there, with his short brown hair and tanned skin. The last kid is the boy in the paper bunny ears. He was the rabbit’s favorite the first time, but he’s learned from then. This boy hits him in the stomach and then the jaw, but he still goes down. They all go down. Now it was time to wait.

The Yellow Rabbit knew there was a reason he was doing it. He had fuzzy memories of big, scary machines. Of some sort of nightmarish out-of-body experience, like all the others. He sees himself through the eyes of the man, full of tears as he begs the one whose name starts with H to bring him a screwdriver.

But now it was time to wait for the day to be over. His ears twitch. No one except the kids that were supposed to see him saw him, and nobody saw those five. They weren’t really there, not the way the other kids were. He steps out of the party room, scanning around the main room. Then he spots it. A movement in the ball pit catches his eye, and a boy with brown hair and big, pouty brown eyes pops up, having sneezed. The Bunny stiffens, holding a breath that never was going to come.

William leans over the table, chatting with Henry as the two watch little Charlotte taking cautious bites of pizza. She was so tiny, the youngest of the kids between the two.

He coos at her as she sits in her dad’s lap, “Is it good?” He asks with a chuckle, and the girl nods. She was always a smart kid. It was almost scary. He reaches out, gently rubbing the back of her head. And then there’s a scream. He looks up and instantly spots it. Micheal and his little posse of teen boys standing around the stage, his other son hanging limply from Fredbear’s mouth. “Henry… get me a screwdriver,” He orders, stepping back.

“What?” Henry asks, turning as he follows William’s form rushing around the table and up to the stage.

“Screwdriver, dangit, a screwdriver!” William responds, never one to cuss in front of the children. He pushes Micheal back, letting the boy in the Bonnie mask catch him. The kids back away, arguing between themselves. William looks around desperately, pulling out his key ring. He spots a man huddling over his own daughter, her black hair and green eyes barely peaking over his shoulder, wide in fear. The two had just moved there, but William had talked to the man a couple of times, even though he was totally blanking on his name. “You, green tie,” He calls, and the man turns. William tosses him the small golden key, which he catches effortlessly. “My office, call the police.” The man nods, taking his daughter with him.

“Daddy?” Elizabeth’s voice is behind him, but he doesn’t hear her. His ears ring over all the sound around him, but he sees the screwdriver come into his sight line. He snaps it up, desperately unscrewing the animatronic bear’s mouth. The jaw comes undone, blood all over everything. William can’t bring himself to be upset about that. Not when his son is in his arms. His blood was all over William’s hands. All over the brown hair, all over his striped shirt, his pouty brown eyes frozen in silent fear as tear stains streak down his cheeks.

The Bunny shakes his head, backing away from the open room. He peaked around the corner, watching as the boy talked to two others.

The Rabbit could swear that the boy sees him when his head flips around every now and again. His brown eyes pierce through him, questioningly. But not like how the other kids did, where they would look through him like glass. This glare was in an attempt to understand what he was doing.

It made the being’s heartache. If it had one, but that was debatable. It didn’t even know its anatomy. It had just remembered his name.

The boy looks so much like the kid he remembered. The Rabbit wasn’t sure if the kid was his son or his son, it wasn’t sure where one began and the other ended, It wasn’t sure how much or how little of him he was, but he had to be him, at least a little. He had his memories, his actions, and his stage persona. It was confusing.

The Bunny looks away for just a moment, just a second, and the boy is gone. He looks around desperately, but there’s no way to find him. Beyond the soft rumble of the balls in the ball pit. The boy had left the way he came, and he may never come back. That thought upsets The Rabbit. He does not want the boy to come back. That thought worries him.

So he tries to forget about the boy. About how much he looks like the kid in that memory - about that memory. He tries to think about how much it hurts when the girl with the black pigtails kicks him, but he just sees the other girl with black pigtails held up by the bright green scrunchies who are carried off to his office by her dad in the green tie.

So instead he tries to focus on the other kids, but the blood on his hands just reminds him of that scene. And so many others.

“Lizzie put your seat belt on,” William tells her, looking up at her through the mirror. The girl seems too busy with her ice cream to focus on her safety. Something ever so common with her. He huffs, turning all the way around to her with a gentle smile on his face. He offers his hand out, “Here, I can hold it for you,” He offers.

She pulls the cone closer to her, eyeing him suspiciously, “Don’t eat any,” She states firmly, eyeing him up. He chuckles, extending his hand more.

“I won’t, I promise,” William replies, taking the cone from her as she tentatively extends it. He watches as she clicks the seat belt back into place, grinning. “Good girl,” He replies, handing the cone back. Vanilla ice cream, plain. She didn’t like toppings on it. It ‘ruined the tasting experience for her’. He didn’t understand, but he didn’t mind. Why would he when he could just make his little girl happy?

She takes it carefully, instantly biting into the top of the soft ice cream. He chuckles again, sliding his hand back to gently touch the back of her head, before pulling away and placing his hands back on the steering wheel. Of, course, as it always is, his pager goes off before he can pull away. He huffs, pulling it out of his back pocket. Elizabeth stops enjoying her ice cream, looking up at him.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?” She asks from the back seat. William looks down at the small box in his hand, at the blinking number on the screen.

395248.

“We have to get your brother from the police station,” He replies, tossing the device in his cup holder. His daughter pouts from behind him.

“Again?”

“Again.”

The Bunny leaves the children where they always are, looking around the main room. The bright lights, the happy laughs, and the thrilled screams of children. Nothing like the empty party room in the back where the kids cried and screamed in fear.

Then it happens again, the ball pit moves, and that crown of brown hair pops out. Those same pouty brown eyes shift from side to side before the boys from the day before approach him. He smiles, hopping out of the pit. They play one of the games together for a while, before eating some pizza. The boy stares at The Bunny as The Bunny stares back the whole time, like he wants to mention it but he doesn’t. At least as far as The Bunny knows. It can't hear him over all of the sounds of the Pizzeria.

The boy comes back the next day and the day after that. That fourth day something special happens. Something that has never happened before.

A boy with big, fluffy hair in a polo shirt The Bunny had seen a few times hanging around the boy and another kid - A lanky one with glasses and dark skin, especially around the Skee-ball machines - enters the room just as The Bunny props up the final body. He drops his cup, gasping. “Mike! Mike!” He calls, turning on his heels and scrambling out of the party room.

Mike… Mike…

“Micheal!” William called, stomping down the hall. “Mikey! Lizzie! Anyone?” His heart was racing in his ears as he through his house. He'd found the letter on the front door with her wedding ring tapped to it. She had left, and he was worried his kids had too.

Or maybe he was worried they were still there. That would have meant they were left alone in the house for god knows how long. Sure, Mike was 15, but he wasn't old enough to care for an eight and four-year-old. And William didn't want Micheal alone anyway - he'd already had to buy the kid and him pagers so that the police wouldn't have to call every time he knocked over a trash can. Not that his wife cared, Micheal was her baby boy. No matter how often he harassed their youngest or how many times they had to pay people off to keep him out of Juvie.

Speak of the Devil, his left door swings open. He seems grumpy, rubbing at his eye. But William knows it's a bluff, the kid was up playing his Atari or looking at dirty magazines he’d stolen from a store or something a teenage delinquent would do. Something that was definitely not sleeping at 9:30.

But in that moment William doesn't care. He doesn't care about all the times he had to pull his youngest off the floor because of Micheal’s prank, or having to buy a pager or all the graffiti, or having to install the cameras so he could watch him from work, or Micheal staying up past when he should, or any petty theft, or all the times he fought with his wife on what to do about Micheal’s behavior, all he cares about is his son.

William drops to his knees, “Mikey,” He chokes out, pulling his son in.

“Uhh, Dad, what are you doing?” Micheal asks, tense in the hold.

“Mike, where's your mom?” William asks softly, pulling back to gently rub the very back of Micheal’s head.

“She went to the store like, 40 minutes ago, why?” Micheal responds, cocking a brow. William shakes his head. He's trying so hard not to cry.

“Don't worry about it, Mikey, just…” William sighs. His youngest comes up to him, tugging on his shirt, the small bear plush William made special for him tight in his grasp. William wraps his other son in another hug.

But as his chin rests on top of the boy’s head, being gently brushed against by his fluffy hair, William asks himself how he could possibly break the news to his children. It wasn't every day he had to explain their mother wasn't coming home. Ever again.

“Hey,” He starts, pulling his son into his chest and laying his hand on Micheal’s shoulder. “How about I get Lizzie, and we spend the night together? A big, family sleepover.”

Micheal rolls his eyes, “I’m not a toddler,” He huffs. William just chuckles.

“Well then, more for your brother,” He comments, and Micheal looks up at him with that competitive fire in his eyes. The one that tells William if he just put his energy into something else, he'd be a star football player. Or some other sport, but William always imagines watching his son slam into other players, knocking them down and the ball out of their hands. Perhaps it didn't have to be so dramatic a change.

“Oh, fuck he will!” Micheal replies, starting off down the hall. William didn't like it when Micheal ran in the house, or swore in front of his siblings - or any of the town's kids, for that matter - but it didn't matter tonight. Maybe it wouldn't matter tomorrow night either.

William approached Lizzie, always the heaviest sleeper of his kids - probably because she was the only one asleep, really - gently shaking her awake and posing the offer. Her eyes light up, that piercing green shining despite the lack of light. She may have had his wife’s hair and face shape, but there was no doubt she was William’s daughter. She was probably the most like him, with his smile and tastes. Like vanilla ice cream. Even though he usually opted for sprinkles. Maybe a cherry on top.

He was gonna get her all the vanilla ice cream she could eat tomorrow. But for tonight, he lays in bed with his three children. He tries to keep together when he's asked why and where his wife is, pressing soft kisses into the back of Micheal’s head, the top of his younger son’s, and Elizabeth's forehead.

His son lay on his chest, Elizabeth on his right, and Micheal on his left. Micheal faces away from him.

By the time The Rabbit comes back, he hears police sirens in the distance. Not that he'd ever heard police sirens before, but William had. The Rabbit starts to panic. He had to hide. He had to get out of here. There’s banging and screams in the main rooms, the sound of people slamming on doors. He peeks out from the room, and then he spots it, that brown hair.

The boy. The Rabbit seems to snag his attention and the two stare at each other for a moment. Then The Rabbit tilts its head forward and beckons the boy to follow him.

And the boy does. Like those kids before him, the boy does. But now, the rabbit gets it. Why those kids had to die.

William's shoulders lean forward, his face in his hands and his elbows on the bed next to his son. His boy. He was two hours from home, in a big hospital with his youngest son because the hospital back home couldn't sustain him. It was too small, just a clinic really.

One of the nurses was a young woman, who often struck up brief conversations with William. They range from asking about the son in the bed, to his other kids, to about Henry or his wife. But what intrigued William most was when she would talk at him instead of to him. She told stories about her travels around the world, exploring different cultures. She spoke a lot about various places around the world’s beliefs around life after death.

What always got him to sit up, engaged, his eyes off his son for even the briefest of moments, was when she spoke of this kind of folklore. She spoke about lingering souls, how distress in death is sometimes believed to leave an imprint of the human who had died. She told stories on stories, all of which got him invested.

She brought him a book, after a while. One full of the stories she told, and some she hadn’t. He read it obsessively, eyes scanning each page over and over. It was so detailed, so interesting. She would tell him more, adding fuel to the fire that was starting to burn inside of him. It gave him ideas. Awful ideas, but ideas nonetheless. He looked for other books, other tales like this. But there was never enough research. He’d just have to do it himself.

Remnant, agony. It didn't matter if they were one in the same or not—they were his ticket out of this. They were his son's ticket out of this. He read all he could, asked the nurse all he could, and when there were no more pages to read and she couldn’t answer his questions anymore, he went back to what he did best. He planned. He drew and drew and drew. All kinds of new animatronics. Some of them were variations on old designs, some were entirely new. And he knew what needed to be done when he got home.

He did not cry as he saw his son’s casket lowered to the ground. He merely looked down at the hole, and then at the maillia folder in his hands. And he made one single promise.

“I will put you back together.”

And so it made perfect sense to The Rabbit. Here was the boy, his boy, the one he had killed for! He’d show his son his handiwork, and then they'd hug and go home to get his sister and they'd go for ice cream. And then it would all be okay again.

He’ll be all okay again. His loop had been broken, so obviously his goal was completed.

Life would go back to normal. He would be the man he once was again.

But the boy runs from him when he sees the bodies. The Rabbit can't help but be hurt, he had done this for him.

The Rabbit chases the boy down the hall, watching him disappear under the shiny plastic of the balls. He plunges in, in a desperate attempt to find the boy. And his arms pop up on the other side.

There he finds a man, another man, yelling at his son. Well, that just can't stand. He pulls the man into the pit, leaving him there. He does not know what will happen to the man, but he does not care. He had killed many more for his son, this man is the least of the blood on his hands.

The boy looks up at him in fear as he adjusts his bowtie and brushes off his chest fur. Before the boy can back away too far, he wraps his arm around him. The grin on his face is permanent, but for now, it feels real. Genuine.

He lead his boy out of the building as the man behind the counter speaks in a tired voice, “See you later, guys.” He blinks slowly at the pair as The Bunny waves bye to him.

The Rabbit takes his son outside and puts him in the car, carefully clicking the seat belt around him. Safety first. Then, he walks around the car and gets in the driver's seat, buckling himself in. He locks the door as he starts to adjust the mirrors.

There's a soft, failed click from the locks on the other side of the door before his boy speaks up again. “Wait,” He starts, turning to The Rabbit with wide eyes. “Can you do any of this? Can you even drive a car?”

The Rabbit isn't sure if he can respond, so he doesn't, instead pulling out of the small parking lot and onto the road. The town looks much different than it did before, from his memories. But that was okay. The layout didn't change much. He stops at a red light before the boy speaks again.

“What did you do to my dad?” There's a churn in The Bunny’s arguably existing heart, hearing his son call that man dad. Perhaps he meant stepdad, and his wife remarried. Perhaps he would have to explain his disappearance. It didn't matter. “Where are you taking me?” The boy’s voice is so shakey, it hurts The Bunny more.

It still does not respond. It just keeps driving, mostly on auto-pilot.

“How do you know where I live?” Is a question The Rabbit could answer, if it could speak. Because I live there too, silly, he wants to say, but he won't try. Whatever left him a Rabbit must have made his voice warped, right?

The Bunny pulls in, and gets out of the car, catching his son as he almost tumbles onto the ground and leading him to the door. He pulls the key off his neck, unlocking the door. He gently pushed his son inside by the shoulders, patting them once he was inside. The cat walks out, hissing at him before retreating up the stairs. Funny, he didn't remember having a cat. To be fair, he also didn't remember what his wife looked like or the name of the son he was standing in front of, so it was entirely plausible that the cat had always been there. And maybe he smelled funny.

“You can't do this!” His son starts, tears in his eyes. He was always crying. It hurt William, and it hurt The Rabbit too. “This—this is kidnapping or something! My mom will be home soon, and she'll call the police!” He states, and that makes The Bunny think. Was he in his ex-wife’s house? Had he remarried? Had he done something to upset his son? Perhaps showing him the bodies was too much, he remembered that he hadn't really put the dog’s body in the box—it was just a plush.

He must have been thinking for a while because he’s snapped out of his line of questions by his son sighing. “I'm going to my room now, okay? I’m not trying to escape. I'm just going to my room,” The Rabbit finds the insistence suspicious, but he hears the door slam from upstairs, so it must be true.

Well, onto his next move. He prances over to the kitchen, looking through the freezer before finding a frozen potpie. Chicken. Yum. He follows the instructions on the back, before being startled by the label.

Best by December 2019. 2019? No, that couldn't be possible. It was 1985. The Rabbit turns to the calendar on the fridge. The calendar was turned to December, the Xs marking off the days ending on the 26th. He lifts up the last page, seeing “Calendar of 2019 in bold” text.

It was not 1985.

He decides to look around some more, finding what he presumes is his bedroom. It has a queen-sized bed and a TV in the corner. He lies down, turning the TV on and scrolling through the channels. There are a lot more than he remembered.

…What the fuck is ‘Netflix'?

He's startled out of the show he was very much enjoying when the front door slams open. He runs over, peeking out of the bedroom door. In the doorway stands a woman. His ears shift. He isn't sure if he's caught. Until she drops her bag and runs up to him, cupping his face in her hands.

“Oh, babe, what's wrong? Oswald called me and said you were acting funny,” The Rabbit just turns his head to the side and shrugs his shoulders. She presses the back of her hand to his forehead, before sighing. She chuckles, pressing a kiss into the permanent smile of the mask. “I’ll go talk to him, okay?” She tells him, and he nods, standing there awkwardly. His hand was oddly hovering over her mid-back, and it didn’t move as he watched her walk away. He couldn’t remember the list time he and his wife had kissed. He cocks his head to the side, but eventually slips back into the room to continue his show.

She comes back after a short while, pulling clear protective film over the potpie on the stove, and stuffing it into the fridge. Then, she enters the room with a beer, handing it to The Rabbit, who takes it and holds it awkwardly. He didn't think he could drink.

He looked at her as she got into the bed with him, sighing and rubbing her eyes. She yawns, reaching out for him. He lays back, putting the bottle down.

“I’m worried, babe,” She starts as he leans into her, “Oswald” - Yes, Oswald. That was his son’s name - “Was really, really shaken up,” She continues, rubbing the pad of her thumb into his shoulder in a small shoulder. He pats her back a little awkwardly, and she sighs. “I think it’s just hard for him. To be alone. I mean he’s just been by himself all summer.”

But The Rabbit knows he hadn’t, however, that has to be a secret. A little father-and-son moment that his wife couldn’t be let in on. Considering the fact that he was in 2019, and all.

He spaces out, jolting up the next morning and looking around. He had slept before, in the loop. Get up, go to the pizzeria, stare at the mirror in the employees-only room, lead the kids back and kill them, wait for the day to end, go home, pass out, repeat. This was different, though. He didn’t have to do that anymore. He rises to his feet, the world spinning under him. He shakes his head, the ears flopping ridiculously.

He walks out, back into the kitchen. There is a suspicious lack of plates and seats, with there only being three. He feels like there should be five. Where will Mike and Lizzie sit?

“Uhh… Mom?” His boy, Oswald, sits in the chair, looking up at The Rabbit, slowly putting the food in his hand down.

“What is it, hon?” She was clicking buttons on the coffee maker, eyes narrowed down at the thing.

“Where’s Dad?” He asks, and The Rabbit cocks his head to the side. He was right there! His wife spins on her heels.

“Oswald, your dad is sitting right across from you! If this is some kind of elaborate prank, you can cut it out right now because it has officially stopped being funny!” She scolds him. The Rabbit is glad to be defended, but he doesn’t think it’s right to snap at the kid! He’s probably still shaken up from the night before. And he always had nightmares, as far as memory proceeds, so maybe he’s still shaken from those. Poor kid!

He lowers his hands, then his eyes, then his head, see, the kid didn’t deserve that. “Okay, I understand. I’ll cut it out. I apologize. May I be excused so I can get ready for school?” The Rabbit can’t help but feel bad, poor kid. He’d have to tell his wife it was okay, he really didn’t mind, but he did appreciate her standing up for him.

“Of course,” She speaks sweetly, smiling as Oswald pushes himself back in the chair and rushes off to get ready for school. She sighs, sitting down with the fresh mug of coffee in her hands and taking a slow sip. They sit in silence for a moment, before he leans over and rubs her shoulder. She smiles, leaning over to kiss The Rabbit’s cheek. “You should get ready, too,” She whispers, and he nods, ear twitching.

He rises, walks over to the door, and retrieves the car keys. Oswald turns the corner with his backpack over his shoulders shortly after. He pauses in the middle of his path, staring at The Rabbit.

“Is… uh… dad taking me to school?” He asks, turning back to his Mom, who’s cleaning the dishes. she stops, turning the sink off and turning around with eyes full of concern.

“Doesn’t he always?” She asks, clearly worried. But there was no reason for anyone to worry. He was home now, and he’d argue he was a pretty good driver. “Have a good day, okay?”

Oswald nods, but his head dips. The Bunny gently rests a hand on his back as they walk out to the car, trying to comfort him. The Bunny once more helps him into the car, and then gets in and locks the doors.

It’s a short drive to Westbrook Middle School, and they pass a man whom The Bunny doesn’t recognize jogging on the street, who waves at him. The Bunny nods back, ever so subtly. He didn’t remember the man’s name, but he looked like a Jerry.

“I don’t understand,” Oswald starts, and The Rabbit listens. That was part of his job, wasn’t it? “ Are you real? Is this real? Am I going crazy?” The Rabbit doesn’t respond. It doesn’t know how to. His poor, poor son. He really messed up trying to show him what he’d done, hadn’t he? When they pull up in front of the school, Oswald sighs. The door locks click, letting him step out. He pauses for a moment before he does. “Hey,” He mumbles, the door popping open, “don’t bother picking me up this afternoon. I’ll just catch the bus,” The Rabbit nods, even though it is very much not happy about him taking the bus. It doesn’t want to trust anyone with his son. Not one bit.

Still, it watches him wander off into the school building before pulling out of the parking lot.

The day is long, and he can’t help but fuss about his son. The last time he let his son out of his sight he had to kill five children. It was worth it, though. Nothing could be not worth it to him.

But the door opens, and Oswald walks in as The Bunny lazily drags the vacuum back and forth, over the carpet, hearing the soft crackle of stuff being pulled inside. It makes his ear twitch with each stroke, but he perks up the second his boy walks in the door. Everything is okay again. His boy stares up at him for a beat, before dropping his backpack to the side of the door and retrieving the duster. They do chores silently, The Rabbit bopping his head from side to side as if he were humming a song, but no sound escapes him.

After all of the chores are done, Oswald comes back in from taking out the trash. He walks past The Rabbit to grab his backpack.

“I’m gonna go chill a while before dinner,” Oswald announces, and The Bunny throws him a thumbs up, moving to make them some dinner. He digs through the freezer, pulling out a frozen pizza. He opens the box, following the instructions on the back closely. It takes a while, but he doesn’t mind, plus, it gives Oswald time to hang out. When it’s all done and cooked, he cuts the pizza and pours two glasses of juice. He sets the table, proudly grinning down at it.

He walks away, appearing in the doorway of his son’s room. Oswald looks up at him, twitching slightly at noticing him. The Bunny gestures for him to follow, slipping out of the doorway and down the hall. His son follows closely behind, settling into a seat at the table. The Rabbit sits across from him, watching closely.

Oswald takes a slice of pizza, and The Rabbit follows the action, placing the piece on his plate. Oswald takes slow bites and sips of his punch, careful and calculating. He took a moment, before looking over The Rabbit’s blankly-staring form.

“Aren’t you going to eat anything…. Dad?” Oswald asks, pausing for a moment before saying “Dad”. Still, it causes The Bunny’s ears to perk up in excitement. Dad. Perfect. He couldn’t ask for more. Or, well, he could ask for Elizabeth and Micheal to be here, but maybe Mike was off with his friends. He used to do that sometimes, where he’d spend days or weeks switching between friend’s houses. Sometimes his friends would come home. Not often, the robotic parts embarrassed him, but William was always happy to host. The Rabbit would too. And Elizabeth went to summer camp. And it was summer, right? The end was coming, but it was still summer.

Oswald finishes his punch and slice of pizza, swallowing and wiping the grease off of his face. He stands, taking his plate with him. The Rabbit wants to stop him, tell him that it will do the dishes and he doesn’t have to fuss, but the kid cuts him off by speaking again.

“Thanks for dinner, Dad,” He smiles back at The Rabbit. “I’m going to get a glass of milk and go do my homework now,” And then he slips into the kitchen. The Rabbit blinks, ears twitching. Oswald left the kitchen carefully balancing a bowl, before disappearing into his room.

The Bunny stands, slipping the pizza slice back onto the rest of the pizza and wrapping it up before pouring the glass of punch back into the jug. He hadn’t touched it, anyway. And funds were tight. He could tell, by how the house looked, the food in the freezer, the way the town looked when he drove around, the things he heard when he was out and about.

But The Bunny didn’t fuss too much about it, instead going to the room he shared with his…wife..? Things were so confusing now. Oswald had to be his son! Why else would the loop have broken when he showed up? But then why was he in 2019? Wasn’t he divorced? Wasn’t his son much younger than Oswald? And if he was in 2019, he should be much older.

None of it made sense, but it didn’t need to. Oswald was his responsibility, The Bunny’s youngest son or not. He was going to take care of him, and the house, and the cat he hadn’t seen again since he first showed up. The Rabbit looked up, eyes wide as it spaced out.

William lay on his back, looking up at the roof. He was stupid. So fucking stupid. He had the money to buy a new carton of ice cream. One that wasn’t Vanilla. One that was something she hated, like cookies and cream or cookie dough. Something that she’d turn her nose up at, that she wouldn’t reach for.

But he didn’t. He had just snagged a scoop of ice cream from the freezer and told her no. When had that ever worked? When had telling a kid “don’t do that” and turning away ever resulted in the kid not doing it?

He covers his face with his hands, sitting there for a moment, and sobbing. His shoulders twitch with each sob, sitting up ever-so-slightly. He had to shut it down. He had to put them away, hide them away. He couldn’t look at them anymore. Not knowing she had taken his daughter.

He couldn’t do it now, though. All he could do was cry. Cry and beat himself up over such a stupid slip-up. He used to be a genius. He used to create marvels that entertained children and mystified their parents. He used to be a performer along with a designer. Along with a builder, a creator. He had a family, and a stable mind, and a fun job, and the best business partner anyone could have.

And now he had almost none of it. No wife, he was down two kids, he built death traps and a secret basement, his job was declining, and Henry had been distant since…

William didn’t want to think about Charlie. He didn’t mean it. He really, really didn’t mean it. He just wasn’t paying attention and forgot to switch to reverse. He had pretended he didn’t do it. It was awful, but he could have Henry hate him. It would be too much. For both of them.

It was how he found out his plan would work. He was getting cold feet, looking over his designs. Asking himself how he could do what had been done to himself to another parent. But then he hit Charlie and her puppet had come out. And it must have sucked up all her remnant - or agony or whatever - and he could tell. It shifted around the building more suspiciously. It eyed him and stuck close to Henry, and William swore he saw hurt in its eye when Henry pushed it away.

Henry wanted it powered down. William couldn’t do it. It felt like killing her twice, so he hid… her in the back room. Fredbear’s was being shut down anyway. He stuffed her, and Fredbear, and Spring Bonnie in the back room at Freddy Fazbear’s and told everyone not to touch them.

The Rabbit jumps up at what feels like someone playing tug-of-war with his heart. He looks around, quickly getting out of bed. He searches the house, finding it empty. Oswald, where was Oswald?

There’s another pull. The pizzeria. That was the only thing he could guess. He made it there in no time, finding Oswald trying to pull that man out of the pit. He guesses the man wasn’t dead. Oswald straightens, sensing The Rabbit, but he’s too slow. There were some benefits to being a result of Afton’s murders.

Grabs the kid, in more of a hug than an attack, but still trying to restrict him as much as possible. They were going home. Oswald was grounded. The Rabbit didn’t want to ground him, but the behavior just could not stand. The boy jabbed his elbow into The Bunny’s stomach, causing it to drop him and reel back before stopping itself. It stood for a moment shocked, before it moved again. It had to stop this nonsense. It opened its mouth wide, threateningly. It wasn’t going to hurt him. Just scare him a little. Like how Micheal had straightened right out after the bite. This was different, but close enough. It was the best he could think of. Until the boy’s arm was in his mouth and his teeth were sinking into soft skin. He barely had time to process the fact that he had just bit the kid when he was punched in the nose.

He retreated again, trying to formulate a new plan. Another way to get Oswald home and away from this stupid ballpit and his stupid human dad. Oswald didn’t need a human dad, not when he had The Rabbit.

That was it! The Rabbit crept closer to the form of the man on the bottom of the ball pit, jaw opening wider. If there was no human dad to compete with him, this wouldn’t happen again. Couldn’t happen again. And then Oswald hits him in the side, standing with his arms spread out between the body and the big, yellow monster.

“Leave…” He pants. “My Dad… ALONE!” He yells, before moving all too fast for The Rabbit to catch. He ends up on the beast’s back, hitting his head and clawing at its eyes. It stumbles back, bowing its head in an attempt to get him to stop, before just flinging him off entirely. Until the netting catches his throat, all too high.

The Rabbit tenses, clawing at the netting, desperately looking at Oswald, who just turns away from him to the form of his passed-out dad. It didn’t know it could suffocate, but it seemed to be, as its vision got darker.

William looked at himself in the mirror in the back room of the first-ever Freddy Fazbear’s location, in 1985. It was so hard to get out of this suit by himself, but no one would help him. Not for this reason anyway. He looks over the room. Papers and cups are strewn all over the place from the employees. They took their breaks here, even though they weren’t supposed to. That was no matter to him. Not anymore.

He scans the room further, spotting the empty suit that used to be Fredbear. It was limp, in suit mode, and much more damaged than ever before, stitching loose and the mouth and chest fur stained. He doesn’t dare look at it a moment longer. And in the corner sits The Puppet, eyes an almost green-off-white color, glaring at him. He doesn’t bother with it. She could get as fussy as she would like, but it couldn’t stop him. She couldn’t save them. He glares back, pulling the rabbit head off him.

”You hear that? You can’t!” He shouts, watching as its disproportionately long limbs pull into itself, trying to hide behind the broken arcade machine. “You can’t! And no one else can!” Tears pull at the corners of his eyes, but he wills them not to fall. “They’re dead, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it!” He stomps his foot as he yells. He takes a deep, shaky breath, turning away from the corner with the broken machine that so proudly displayed ‘Fruity Maze’ on its front in big, bright, pink, and orange letters.

He drops the rabbit head to the floor, before moving onto the arms and torso. It was a slow process, but he did it. He resembles it, cleaning off the blood as best he could, before standing and leaving the room, taking a final glance back.

Tomorrow is another day.

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