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fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction · 7 months ago

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It Is A Mystery

Gregory and Cassie start looking into the events of 1987 to figure out the strange anomalies in the animatronic hard drives.

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Lunchtime at school meant Cassie could find Gregory sitting under a tree in the yard if he wasn’t at their usual table. Her Roxy lunchbox swung at her side as she jogged over to see him, sighing at the sight of him pressing his forehead to his knees. The headaches were definitely a serious thing for him but no amount of doctor visits or nurse checks could come up with a reason for why they kept happening. All anyone could do was keep a supply of medicine for him to take to make the pain dull.

Cassie had taken it upon herself to keep a bottle of headache pills and a few small water bottles stocked in her backpack and hip pouch. The number of times she had to dip into the supply for him always made her worried. How much longer could this go on before something more dire than just a headache happened? When would someone figure out what was wrong and help him?

“Did you manage to eat something?” she asked, sitting down by Gregory and swinging her bag around to get to the medicine bottle and water.

“Few bites,” the boy replied with a faint groan, his hands clutching at his head and rubbing at his scalp through his hair. “Hurts and itches at the same time. It sucks.”

“Maybe you’re getting memories back?” Cassie suggested, taking Gregory’s wrist to free one hand and press a couple capsules to his palm. He lifted his face from his legs to flash her a grateful smile before tossing the medicine into his mouth. She passed him a water bottle to wash them down. “Like in the movies, where people get flashbacks of their past and it looks like it hurts?”

“Not getting anything,” Gregory mumbled, sitting back with a thud of his back against the tree trunk, his eyes closed as he kept one hand pressed to his forehead. “Been thinking about that code and it hurts,” he sighed and Cassie settled down on the grass beside him, her shoulder pressed to his while she opened her lunchbox and took out her sandwich.

“I bet. Those two hard drives looked aaaancient,” she declared between bites. The original Freddy and Friends band had four animatronics, so Gregory had collected half of them already. Just two more to go and then... Then what? What did the security puppet expect Gregory to do with them? He was just a kid. “So what’s the code say?” she asked.

“There’s more than just the regular animatronic programming in there. That stuff was written by whoever built the Fazband,” Gregory began, cracking one eye open just enough to see what she was doing before closing it again, “On top of it is some security software that looks like a full override of the hardware that cuts off software control for a little while. The signature on it is from Mr. Fitzgerald’s dad.”

“The guy you did your school report on? Jonathan Fitzgerald?” Cassie asked in surprise, “I thought he was only doing the software for the Toy Animatronics. How’d his stuff get into the originals?”

“I bugged Alex for a crash course on invasive programming and it kinda looks like that,” Gregory explained, a small frown on his face as his brow furrowed, “It’s a security program but written like a virus, installing and burying itself and making it super hard for anyone who doesn’t know what they’re doing to pull it out. There must have been a shared network in Freddy’s for the Toy Animatronics and the software was stored on it, infecting the originals.”

“But why?” Cassie murmured, thinking over what such a program could be used for. Control the hardware without the software having input? Sounded like manual control. Why would anyone want to have a built-in software switch to have someone take manual control of the animatronics on demand? Wasn’t the regular performing software good enough to do its job? So many questions, no wonder Gregory was having more headaches lately.

“I think the reason is the other batch of coding in the drive,” Gregory replied, opening his eyes to stare at her in faint confusion and concern. “It’s a mess of structure that doesn’t make any sense to me but it looks a lot like what’s in Freddy’s code.” He tapped on his Glamrock Freddy lunchbox and Cassie squinted at it, thinking.

When did Gregory see Glamrock Freddy’s software?

“So if the same kind of weird coding is in both of them, maybe what it is..,” Gregory trailed off quietly, his gaze looking distant and thoughtful. He almost looked sad. Cassie watched him with a tilt of her head, waiting for him to continue his words and then giving a little huff when it seemed like he was lost in his head again.

That seemed to be happening a lot lately. Gregory would just zone out with that thoughtful look, like something was on his mind that he was trying to figure out and whatever it was, it was something sad. Sad memories coming back? He never said, and when he shook himself out of it he couldn’t explain what it was he was thinking about.

“What is it?” Cassie coaxed, hoping that maybe this time she’ll get an answer. Never did before but she was nothing if not persistent. Her dad was like that, kept his focus on whatever specific job he did for Freddy’s up until he just disappeared.

Gregory’s mouth thinned, like he was keeping his words in, and he looked at her with an odd expression. She’d seen it before on the adults in her life, that look of them wondering how much she should be allowed to know about something serious. She hated it when she understood what that meant and she hated it now on her friend’s face. Cassie scowled back at him.

“I don’t know stuff, but I’m not stupid,” she told him, taking his favorite phrase and throwing it back, “What is it and why does it make you sad and how does it involve Glamrock Freddy and how do you even know what’s in his code?!”

“Man, you sure don’t need air when you get all huffy like that, huh?” Gregory remarked with a nervous grin, wincing as though caught in a lie. “I, uh, forgot you don’t know about..." He opened his lunchbox and grabbed his half-eaten meal, a small container with a couple slices of homemade pizza, a pack of cookies and a juice box. He hurriedly ate a few more bites, likely stalling, while Cassie just narrowed her eyes.

She’d glare him into submission one of these days. Grandma said she had her mom’s look for getting her dad to ‘fess up to whatever silly thing he was hiding. If it worked for her mom on her dad, then it’d work for her on Gregory. He seemed the kind to fold pretty easy anyway to her. She’d die of embarrassment first before admitting that it kinda felt nice to know Gregory would rail against everyone else but her.

“Okay, but you gotta promise not to tell just about anyone else,” Gregory finally began with a heavy sigh, “Cuz this sounds crazy but trust me, it’s not.” Cassie nodded, giving her most serious expression to show she could be trusted while holding in a squeal of relief that he was finally sharing more of what was going on. “Huh, how to explain this,” he muttered, “Memories, the soul, emotions, they’re all connected.”

“Sounds spiritual,” Cassie agreed with a slow nod.

“But it can be transformed into physical and digital,” Gregory pointed out, frowning at his pizza slice, “All of it or some of it, it can get put into objects and those objects become ‘haunted’. And the stuff those memories and souls and emotions become when it starts moving around like that is called Remnant.”

Cassie frowned as she turned that over in her head. The spiritual being put into physical and digital forms. So a soul could be made physical? Or put into something that wasn’t a human body? Memories could be made digital? Like files in a computer? Or... She blinked as the thought suddenly clicked into place. “Animatronic programming,” she whispered and looked at Gregory in disbelief, “You think this Remnant stuff, people’s memories and souls, got turned into animatronic programming?!”

He nodded and he didn’t look like he was joking or trying to pull a prank for once. He looked like he really believed a soul got put into each of the original Fazband members and got translated into some bizarre code. Cassie remembered how her grandma liked to say things made with love helped spread that love because people could feel that love in those objects. That haunted sites were places where the ghosts and spirits were bound because of how they died or something about the place called them there. Was there actually something to that?

“Wh-how did people’s souls and memories end up in the animatronics?” she asked in alarm. Gregory held up his fingers in a ‘V�� shape.

“There’s two variations of that Remnant programming,” he told her, “One set looks like it was self-writing, like the Remnant came from the animatronic itself. Like maybe it was already alive in its own way?”

“It was sentient?” Cassie caught on and blinked, “Oh! Like the story of the Velveteen Rabbit! A toy that was loved so much that it became ‘real’ and ‘alive’; people really loved Freddy and Friends back then, so did all that love poured into them make them alive?”

“Yeah, that’s what I think. Love from kids and parents, love from the person who built them, it became Remnant and made them aware enough that they started writing their own code, making their own memories and identities,” Gregory agreed and lowered one finger. “But then there’s traces of another set of Remnant programming, and it looked broken, like whatever put it there was suddenly added and then very suddenly taken away some time later. And when that Remnant left, it tore out the code that it had translated into.”

“And what did that Remnant do?” Cassie asked, “Make different memories?” That didn’t seem right. If the animatronic was already ‘alive’ with its own Remnant, then having outside Remnant suddenly get put into it almost felt like... “It got possessed?” she realized in horror, “But how?!”

“Bingo. Those traces were just enough to tell me that the other Remnant hooked into hardware control,” Gregory told her around his last mouthful of pizza, “The possessing stuff could take control of the animatronic and move them around, and I think Jonathan’s software was created to cut off that control and give it back to the security guard just long enough to get them put somewhere safe.” He tossed the crust back into his lunchbox, hurriedly wiping his hands off on the grass before digging out his phone. “I need to ask Mr. Fitzgerald to give me access to the Afton Files again but I could at least look up what happened to the old Freddy’s Pizza,” he said in a rush, “He mentioned it when he said he had beef with them over his dad being accused of something he didn’t do, something called the Missing Children Incident. The guy who looks after the place also mentioned it to me; families don’t come back to a place where kids vanish.” Cassie pulled out her own phone, tapping away on the screen to open her browser and do the same search.

Her phone was soon covered in headlines and articles from the past, a scandal in the late 1980’s, children going missing, declared deceased based on the M.O. of the suspect that was arrested and convicted, and the pizzeria’s business declining over time until it closed and reopened with the original Fazband. It still didn’t do well, as the animatronics smelled and looked terrible, as though they weren’t kept well and something was rotten around them. Cassie covered her mouth in horror, her stomach wanting to rebel against her recently eaten lunch.

Did this mean that the outside Remnant were the souls of those missing kids? Where did they go then? Gregory said they were attached suddenly and then some time later they were torn out.

“The Five Missing Children,” Gregory murmured, looking over her shoulder at her phone, and her face warmed at the closeness. He pointed down at her screen. “Look. It happened on the same day as the Bite of ‘87.”

“The what of what?” she asked flatly. What kind of dumb phrase was that? How was it connected to the Missing Children Incident besides the shared day?

Gregory showed his phone beside hers, a grainy photo of a kid dressed like a pirate grinning in a scanned newspaper article. “Here. ‘Bite of ‘87 Victim makes miraculous recovery’,” he said with a grim tone, “And look at the victim’s name. Michael Elizabeth Schmidt.”

“Mike Schmidt, the guard who potentially had something Fazbear Entertainment wants,” Cassie connected with wide eyes, “He got hurt the same day the Missing Children Incident happened?”

“Yeah, from the articles it seemed like the damage from the bite was supposed to have killed him. But it didn’t,” Gregory muttered, “I think the killer who got the other kids was also trying to kill him but he managed to pull through. And the kids who did die ended up as Remnant attached to the Fazband and generated that extra programming that let them take control of the animatronics.”

“Five missing kids,” Cassie repeated, reading the article again and frowning. Wait. “Five kids died, so that’s five souls or Remnant or whatever. But there’s only four animatronics in the original group. If all of them got one kid’s soul each, where did the fifth one go?”

Gregory froze beside her and she looked up to see his face pale suddenly. He moved away from her in a rush, hunching over in the grass as he stared blankly at the ground. The movement was so sudden, it nearly toppled Cassie over but she was just as quick in scrambling to her knees and crouching by him, her hands hovering around him. What happened?!

He was shaking, hands clutching his head as he breathed hard, like he’d been running for his life. “I know this, I should know this,” he whispered in panicked confusion, “I know this. The fifth one.. Fifth.. she...” He stopped abruptly, sitting up like he’d been jolted. “The old lady,” Gregory breathed and turned wide eyes to Cassie, “I met her.”

“Gregory, slow down, you’re not making any sense!” Cassie told him in frustration. He still looked so pale, so gray in his face. She reached up to put her hands to his cheeks and forehead. Clammy and cold, like he was getting sick. “You don't look or feel good at all. We should get you to the nurse,” she told him firmly. “No more looking into this stuff today.”

“But the code..,” Gregory whined softly, his shoulders slumping as he fell forward just enough to drop his forehead against her shoulder. She patted him on the back comfortingly. “It’s all connected, and it’s in the code.. but why is it connecting to me? I don’t know any of these people,” he mumbled tiredly, “And it’s not cuz my last name’s Afton. I’m not a real Afton. Stupid rabbit bitch stole my name and gave me hers cuz she wanted her actual family back.”

Cassie blinked a few times as she let that process, her mind turning over those words a few times. “What?!” she exclaimed incredulously, “What the heck do you mean, a lady stole your name and made you an Afton?!”

Gregory pulled back from her, still looking sickly, and threw himself back against the tree in a tired slouch. “I told you, didn’t I? That the puppet better not be giving me stuff just cuz I’m an Afton, cuz I’m not really one,” he replied mulishly. “Memories make up Remnant, and strong memories and emotions get encoded to the soul. Like pagefile and hard drive space.” He pointed at his own head. “There was a rabbit lady in the Pizzaplex who is an Afton and she wanted her dead family brought back to life. She had like records or something of their Remnant, their memories, but she needed bodies to put them in. So she tried to erase my memories to make space to transfer one set of them into me.”

“Like uninstalling an operating system off a hard drive to make room to install a different one,” Cassie murmured and felt her stomach do a queasy flip again. “That’s why your therapy isn’t really helping to bring memories back?” She couldn’t imagine how that must feel. To have your whole life just stripped away and nothing worked to bring it all back. There was so much just gone forever. Her eyes went to their phones left on the grass next to them. Just like those kids had vanished and died, turned to Remnant that disappeared. “So if you’re not really an Afton, who were you?” she asked carefully, “Or was that a memory that vanished too?”

“Nah, that was erased for sure. Dunno what my name might have been, and all my other records got destroyed and replaced with ‘Gregory Afton’,” he told her with a little shrug, “I saw the name with my picture on a computer screen, so I at least got that much to use when talking to people in the Pizzaplex.”

Cassie scooped up the phones and carefully eased herself back beside him against the tree, pressed close to his side as she looked down at both screens full of articles of tragedy. “I’m sorry,” she murmured quietly, “that you lost so much of yourself.” Her own dad missing because of emergency Fazbear technician work, Gregory’s whole life stolen and replaced, probably the same with his mom, and these kids who all died and became connected to Freddy and Friends.. how many more lives were ruined because of Fazbear Entertainment and Afton Robotics?

Was there anything anyone could do to stop them?

#fanfiction #bits and pieces #fnaf gregory #fnaf cassie #parlourverse au #fnaf au

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charleecat-bat · 2 years ago

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SLASHER/HORROR AU

So a handful o fyou actually were interested aside from one person by the time i’m making this so yeah uh. look away. don’t wanna be upsetting.

NOW i do want to clarify that I made this in the sense to be a black comedy sort of AU due to watching so many skits and shorts of horror characters in comedic situations, that was my main inspiration.

my buddy @barsikscorner has been helping me develop ideas for this weird lil au.

enjoy below

please keep in mind it’s def not for sensitive softhearted people. I want to entertain with my ideas as weird as they are.

Sonic- A supernatural being who has memories of being alive but doesn’t remember what happened to him or how he died. It took him a long time to understand it but having a ‘life’ of inactivity and seeing so much more bad stuff when you’re not properly alive made him want to take action and he soon learnt how to. He toys with victims and tries to scare them into righting their wrongs but if they’ve done something unforgivable or irreversible or refuse to change, he kills them in a creative fashion. kinda based off freddy kruger but less nasty and gross.

Amy- A slasher known as either the Cupid Killer or the Rose Ripper. Goes after abusive partners and sexual predators due to her idealistic image of love so seeing this sort of behaviour makes her fly into a rage. uses her iconic hammer mostly for her kills. She wears a heart themed mask.

Tails- a sort of 'cyber' ghost. he had died and his spirit became ingrained into tech and cyberspace. He can sort of 'appear' outside of tech and into the material world but not for too long. Can communicate with people, mostly his victims, through their tech. He targets criminals and terrible people of all sorts online and either forces them to repent for their crimes or just makes their life a living hell until he decides to end it, whether it be for him or making them doing to themselves.

Cream- mostly normal. Has a strange connection to monsters and creature however and hence the chaos. They protect her. Chaos have a bit of a 'yes they're cute but they can be dangerous' reputation in this AU. they definitely have taken care of people that have threatened the sweetie bbies life and safety without her knowledge.

Vanilla- A protective mother who either lost her first child or almost lost Cream herself so she started to become a serial killer who went after child murderers, abusers and predators. She keeps this side of her away from Cream and is a loving mother nonetheless. Her main weapon are garden shears that can be seprated into a pair of blades and her mask is deocrated with flowery designs.

Knuckles- an undead/ghost like slasher that has become one with the woods he’s connected to, quite literally having roots and such all over and even inside of him (being exposed in old wounds he has). He’s cursed to walk amongst the mystical land that he was murdered on and now protects it and keeps people out. He’s very easy to anger but he’ll never attack people like lost children or people who are obviously not looking to trespass and are lost. Anyone who does trespass and does anything he deems disrespectful to the land or just refuse to leave he handles violently. He tends not to leave the area and hasn't even tried to. He might be able to. Might not.

Shadow- A space-like being that can shapeshift into horrifying forms. He was taken and experimented on a spaceship but grew close to a human girl named Maria on board. They used this to have a chance to study him without the risk of him being aggressive. After she was killed during a government break-in and he was captured and taken back to Earth. He went on a vengeful rampage in the base and now just does his own thing on earth since he can't exactly leave. He was tempted to destroy everyone but now is content on just watching the stupid shenanigans and occasionally tormenting someone he doesn't like. And gossip. Inspired by Pennywise/It and Predator

Rouge- a seductive slasher that has very strange desires and doesn’t really have any motivation other than she wants to. She likes to take bones (and occasionally the blood) of her victims to make accessories and jewellery out of them. She’s not completely heartless though and has standards and there stuff she won’t do. She uses her beauty and appearance to lure victims most of the time, to appear innocent and harmless or sexy and sultry depending on what she wants. She wear’s a beautiful decadent mask, and sports specialised finger blades she created into gloves.

Silver- a mysterious spirit that’s tied to a cursed object. he has telepathic and telekinetic abilities and can burn disturbing images and distort a persons mind and body possibly, even mind control if he wants to need to decide how he functions properly more so inspired by samara/sadako and possibly think of other inspirations like bagul from sinister

Blaze- an otherworldly being that is hinted to used to be a normal person in one lifetime but no longer is. She works by supernatural means and tortures her victims horrifically but doesn’t do it indiscriminately. Mostly only does it when she wants, especially to those that try to summon her and use her power for themselves. Inspired by pinhead mostly but also could take elements of candyman

Big- a wild beast man that didn't have a regular upbringing. He has a werewolf-like condition where he turns into a beast against his control, for his own safety and everyone else's safety he lives in isolation. He as a special connection to animals and even has befriended Froggy who is a monstrous being that can disguise itself as a frog, it’s been named the loveland frogman when caught in one of it’s many forms. His uncle had raised him alone and kept him in the dark about how dangerous he really could be and mostly did his best to keep him safe, so out of all of them he is one of the most innocent as the worst he does is literally against is control and he's unaware of it since the most he'll know is that he'll wake up and just look around adn see blood and gore or see it on himself. He has more animal friends than mobian friends.

Vector- a justice-seeking serial killer. He worked as a main detective with cops but grew tired of seeing not only horrible people go free and dodge the law and their punishment but even see the people that are 'supposed' to be the good guys be horrible people and letting shit slide. So he decides to take the law into his own hands and goes after anyone who he sees needing a just punishment in his city, dirty cops, abusers, predators, politicians, basically anyone who he thinks are utterly awful people that deserve to be punished. He can be quite sadistic and torturous with them and is very thorough with his research. was initially inspired by Jigsaw but he's not a hypocritical prick like Kramer.

Espio- He’s in a strange state of being an ‘undead’ being. He can’t quite tell if he’s alive but no longer mortal or if hes’ dead but still around on the mortal plane. He's kinda just... stuck in between. It’s a very strange situation. Theres evidence supporting both, he can still bleed the tiniest bit but no longer feels and still occasionally needs to eat and drink but he definitely doesn't have as much limitations he was when he was mortal/alive. Vector had found him when he broke into and ‘dealt’ with his abductor and ‘murderer’, they Vector and Espio got quite a fright when Espio was somehow still alive. Since then Vector has looked out for the lone chameleon despite being confused about his situation. He works as an assistant to Vector and they do have a very 'big brother' 'little brother' bond. He wears an Oni-themed mask. He has strange markings on his body such as his hands his back and chest, he still doesn’t know wha tthey mean but feels they have something to do with what happened to him.

Charmy- normal mostly but can see ghosts and even repel them in a way but he doesn’t realise it. winds up protecting vec and esp from a lot of unseen danger and also is unaware of this. Charmy frequently will talk to ghosts but Vector is honestly fine with this due to all the weirdness he's run into, and initially, he just thought it was Charmy having imaginary friends. He is not involved at all in Vector and Espios 'business' because they dont' think he needs to know about that.

Mighty- a murderous and protective spirit. he was murdered by 'accident' (if you call taking abuse too far an accident) by his father due to all the physical abuse but it was made to look like an accident so his father could save his reputation. His little sister was enraged by this injustice and in an attempt to find closure and just to talk to her brother again, his spirit was summoned and he became a vengeful being that wanted to protect her. She unleashed him on their father as a result. Matilda either summons his spirit or he just makes his own way to protect innocent people, mostly children but anyone they feel needs protection… or anyone they just want to suffer. When not angry Mighty is actually still the same form what he was in life, minus a bit of more of a temper.

Matilda- a creepy and slightly unhinged girl that studied the occult. She had done a ritual/seance to summon her brothers spirit again when he was murdeed and now he serves as her murderous protector. or just annoying ghost borther who watches and judges anything she does that he doens't like. Judgemental eyes from the grave from your brother is very annoying.

Ray- ghost boy that got attached to Mighty’s spirit and Matilda. they let him stay as he really doesn't do anything to harm then and is just lonely. He doesn't really do much of anything but can lure mighty to people, startle them to shit or even attack them but he leaves the more lethal stuff to Mighty. (kinda like toshio from ju-on/the grudge)

Nack- a heavily abused slightly mentally unstable hybrid that was abused by his small town heavily until he finally snapped and went on a rampage, killing some and driving the rest out. The village became run down and abandoned very quickly, becoming overun by nature again. The only thing intact is a scrappily made shack that Nack made himself in the middle of the land. He lives on the large property of land and guards it and does anything and everything to keep people out due to still being traumatised and afraid of people and thinking they're going ot hurt him and just not trusting them. He is proficient with guns and prefers his shotgun but can and will use other weapons, a hunting knife, machete or even a chainsaw. He's shown to be incredibly strong despite his small size, being able to run with a chainsaw in hand. (inspired by leatherface and mick taylor)

Bark- a cold serial known as the Billionaire Butcher that targets greedy billionaires, getting a distaste for them after growing up surrounded by like-minded people. He drains their accounts and steals money and while he does pocket a small amount for himself, he doesn’t keep all of it because he doesn't want to become what they are. Most likely just keep his own regular reputation as good hearted philanthropist by donating a lot of money to good causes. His main methods include using an ice-pick as his main weapon due to experience with the tool. He met Nack in a rather awkward way but they quickly became friends and he was the first person allowed on Nacks property.

Bean- A mentally unhinged boy that has a penchant for fire and burning things. Just a very strange kid. he escaped from a mental hospital and ran onto nacks property and he and bark just let him stay as despite his mental stability of there lack of he was mostly harmless to them. he doesn't talk a lot about his past but has shared tidbits, including stories of abuse, burning his own home down and mistreatment and abuse from the hospital. he ever has burn scars. He tends to chill out in the attic of their home and just likes to appear out of nowhere. (sort of inspired by billy from black christmas)

Infinite- A telekinetic and telepathic being who was ostracised by a large ration of people in his home town, mostly the religious types due to thinking he was a devil-child. He snapped after thinking he lost his family when his house was set on fire.As a result he went on a rampage destroyed the a huge chunk town with his powers and killing the ones who were responsible. He now lives and deals with a lot demons and strangeness... literally. He’s not aware his family actually survived they just didn’t even give him a moment to hear this and he left before he actually got told. DUMMY (Inspired by Carrie)

Gadget- a victim of a wannabe cult, they wanted to sacrifice him but it didn’t work and he became possessed by an incubus, a demon of lust. He struggles with his urges due to the demon and at first fought it and then finds an arrangement thanks to Infinte, his boyfriend. Actually kills people while doing the deed with it and if needed, feeds on their bodies, not the extent of Storm. (Inspired by Jennifers Body kinda) The demon has a slightly different voice and changes the colour of his eyes when it's speaking through Gadget and Gadget definitely has a demon form that is either physically attractive or purely terrifying depending on the taste. It’s not an entirely pleasant situation btu Gadget learns to handle it.

Jet- a insecure and pissy lil birb boy that got into a life of serial killing after his cousin got possessed and needed flesh/blood to survive. At first, it was nerve-wrecking but he quickly got a taste for it as he enjoys making people feel powerless and afraid, he toys with them before finishing the job including phone calls, threatening messages and taunting them verbally while going after them. Inspired by Ghostface. He gets mad fun of a lot by the other professionals.

Wave- a dark web guru. She has a massive powerful following on the deep dark web and does a lot of dark illegal things, such as selling body parts on the black market and even doing strange videos and documentation of experiments. She was also not involved initially but due to the situation their cousin got into she quickly did and then quickly found out about how much money they could get and also get rid of a lot of the body parts. Win-win situation in her mind. She has definitely gone a bit crazy due to all her experimenting and the shit she does for the dark web. She wears a plague doctor-inspired mask when recording and documenting stuff for the dark web.

Storm- While originally only doing little crimes like thievery for money, he also was the victim of the same wannabe cult that Gadget was and it also failed, becoming possessed by a demon of gluttony. It makes him want to devour flesh and blood and he unfortunately had no choice. When he gets to the point where the demon demands for him to consume, he cant eat anything else even if he tries. It just comes right back up and he starves. He’s still coming to terms with it and grew depressed and got a bit of a tricky relationship with food. he gets some help from gadget so shit doesn't suck for him entirely anymore. The Demon definitely is based off of Venom is some silly way. The demon is a bit of a screamer and talks loudly to Storm and since only storm can hear it 90 percent of the time he gets VERY tired of it (i initially wanted him to be food related like a killer chef but god i didn't want him to be a willing cannibal that's just another level of ICK)

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makerofmadness · 2 years ago

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NEW AND IMPROVED: incorrect FNAF quotes

Uh just forget all the previous posts I can't remember half the quotes I made and also some of them are outdated lore-wise or headcanon-wise so time for a grand reopening of the series(?). May have done some of these quotes exactly the same in the past but heck if I know-

Contains: Headcanons, spoilers for Ruin, hopefully no big mistakes/words I forgot to replace

Speaking of headcanons: I hc that the "classic fnaf" era night guards are all the fnaf 4 bullies. So Michael, Fritz, Jeremy, and the last one is entirely an OC (whom I had described in my old quotes posts but I've renamed her now 'Cus I accidentally gave her the same name as a BATIM character whoops-): Susanna "Susie" Hudson. She's the FNAF 3 guard.

as was before, I get these quotes from the perchance generator and just insert the characters in manually.

quotes under the cut:

Gregory (seeing that one unexplained room): Is… Is that meant to be on fire? Roxanne Wolf: No… not really. Gregory: Are you going to do something about it? Roxanne Wolf: Hm… nah.

Michael Afton: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices. Michael Afton: Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

Mangle: You know the sound a fork makes in the garbage disposal? That's the sound that my brain makes all the time.

Susanna Hudson: I’m genuinely surprised you haven’t gotten arrested, let alone gotten a felony yet. Fritz Smith: Nat 20 Charisma. Susanna Hudson: That is NOT how that works-

Golden Freddy: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will. -

Mangle: I don’t care what anyone thinks about me. Withered Foxy: Ok. Mangle: Wait, why such a muted reaction? Did that not sound cool?

Mangle: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees? Jeremy Fitzgerald: Bees? Mangle: HE HAS SELECTED THE BEES! Jeremy Fitzgerald: Wait- *Toy Chica approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly* ('Twas but an allegory for the Bite of 87-)

Fritz Smith: I wasn’t that drunk. Jeremy Fitzgerald: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important. Fritz Smith: BECAUSE YOU ARE! -

The Puppet: Bonnie, are you drinking… drinking hydrogen peroxide?! Toy Bonnie: It says H2O2! That means it’s the sequel to water! -

Michael Afton: I'm not a morning person. I'm barely even a person.

Circus Baby: Pardon me, but it sounds like you’re questioning my authority! Funtime Foxy: Not at all, Baby. Merely your primitive methods.

Crying Child (FNAF 4), after having a nosebleed: Welp. Time to wash the blood off my hands.

Gregory: Can we go to a haunted house? Vanessa: What’s wrong with the one we live in? Gregory: Wh-what? Vanessa: Goodnight, Gregory.

Toy Bonnie: Here is my wall of inspirational people. Withered Bonnie: Is that a picture of you? Toy Bonnie: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.

The Mimic: I have one of your friends. Glamrock Freddy: Which one? I have seven. The Mimic: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up. Glamrock Freddy: Which one? I have seven. Roxanne Wolf, distantly: HEY!!!

Michael Afton: What’s the status up here? Fritz Smith: Fucked up, about to die, Jeremy's a nerd. The usual.

Roxanne Wolf: You're pathetic! Gregory: You're pathetic-er! Vanny: You're both losers.

*Comments under an image of a really hot knife cutting bread* Molten Freddy: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife. Helpy: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful. Rockstar Chica: if you want information it is Music Man: why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?

Ennard: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules. Michael Afton: What? Ennard: Is there a point system, or is it to the death?

*Michael Afton rushes by with an armful of water bottles* Funtime Chica: What's going on? Rockstar Foxy: Mike wouldn't drink water. Funtime Chica: …And? Rockstar Foxy: And I asked him how fast he could chug an entire bottle. Michael Afton, loudly: 16 OUNCES IN TEN SECONDS, BITCHES!

Roxanne Wolf: Sometimes I talk to myself for no reason. Roxanne Wolf: Me too!

Montgomery Gator: Do you think different paints have different tastes? Glamrock Chica: They do. Glamrock Freddy: …Why did you say that with such certainty?

William Afton: You might not know this, Henry, but I am a flawed person. Henry Emily: I do know that.

William Afton: I could kill you if I wanted. Michael Afton: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

Dee Dee: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

Funtime Freddy: I have one brain cell and it bounces around in my skull like a windows screen saver. Funtime Freddy: When it hits a corner perfect, I’m allowed one good idea.

Cassie: You're ignoring all your problems. Eclipse: I know. Cassie: You also know it's an unhealthy coping mechanism? Eclipse: I'm ignoring that fact as well. Cassie:

Withered Foxy: What do people in relationships even do? Toy Freddy: Care about someone with your whole heart and dedicate your life to making them happy. Withered Foxy: Okay. Didn't ask. Toy Chica: Asks question Toy Chica: "Didn't ask" Withered Foxy: Thanks for the play by play, Captain Fuck.

Withered Foxy: BB? What are you doing here? Balloon Boy, standing in the office: My best.

The Squad: *walking around the Pizzaplex* Moon: Hey, have any of you guys seen Chica? She's been gone for a while.. Vanessa: Eh, nope. Montgomery Gator: No, I haven’t… Roxanne Wolf: Probably ran off to get pizza or something. Glamrock Chica: Hey. Moon: Ooh, there you are- Vanessa: What the fu- Roxanne Wolf: I- where were you?! Glamrock Chica: Walking right behind you guys.

Funtime Freddy: Bon-Bon! Eggs Benedict got that thing on the control panel working! Bon-Bon: Wow! That looks pretty impressive. Funtime Freddy: Yeah! Bon-Bon: Any idea what it does? Funtime Freddy: Not a clue.

Gregory: I just learned a way to get stuff on the cheap. Steal it!

Cassie: You have to apologize to Roxy! Gregory: Fine! Gregory: Unfuck you, or whatever!

Michael Afton: Rockstar Bonnie just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then he reached down and untied my shoe.

Gregory: School sucks. Vanessa: I know, but you have to do it so you can get a job. Gregory: What are jobs like? Vanessa: They suck.

The Mimic: I am literally evil incarnate. The Mimic: I’m not actually, I just enjoy being evil. The Mimic: Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I’m making a conscious effort.

William Afton: Something’s off. Henry Emily: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people. William Afton: No, but that’s funny.

Montgomery Gator: Do you ever think? Because I do not.

Gregory: What language do they speak at the center of the earth? Gregory: Core-ean Glamrock Freddy: The center of the earth is arond 5430 degrees Celsius! Nobody is going to live there so they don’t need a language! Vanessa: Core-ean.

Toy Bonnie: I don’t know the first thing about clothes. Pretty much all I can do is look at something and tell you if it’s clothes or not. This chair? Not clothes.

Roxanne Wolf: How would you like your hair cut? Montgomery Gator: Preferably with scissors, but a sword could be badass.

Withered Chica, looking at her reflection: Now, that's rubbish. Who's that supposed to be? Toy Chica: Well, that's you. Withered Chica: Me?! Is that what I look like? Toy Chica You don't know? Withered Chica: Busy day.

Withered Bonnie, to Toy Bonnie: All right, let’s tell each other a secret about ourselves. I’m going to go first– I hate you.

Jeremy Fitzgerald: We need to distract these guys. Fritz Smith: Leave it to me. Fritz Smith: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Toy Freddy & Toy Bonnie: *immediately begin arguing*

Susanna Hudson: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body. Fritz Smith: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot. Susanna Hudson: THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS! Michael Afton: Hmm… I've been drinking soda and my body's rust free… not sure where you're getting your facts from…

Circus Baby: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. Ballora: Fucking Freddy and Foxy were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

Circus Baby: All in all, a 100 successful trip. Funtime Freddy: But we lost Bon-Bon. Circus Baby: All in all, a 100 successful trip!

(FNAF humans be like:)

Susanna Hudson: *fills up bottle and drinks from that* Vanessa: *brought 4 bottles of water so this wouldn’t happen* Cassie: *drinks straight from the tap* Crying Child: *dehydrates* Gregory: *drinks from the puddle of water on the floor* Michael Afton: *licks the tap, doesn’t even need a drink*

Cassie: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait. Gregory: You and me! Cassie: *tearing up* Ok.

(we can pretend the ending never happened just a bit-)

Chica: Why's it called an oven when you of in the cold food and you of out hot eat the food? Freddy: …What???

Gregory, holding a scooter: Vanessa! Can I go outside and play with this? Vanessa Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay? Gregory, running outside: Thanks Vanessa! Vanessa, running out after him and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY!

Jeremy Fitzgerald: Look, last night was a mistake. Fritz Smith: A sexy mistake. Jeremy Fitzgerald: No, just a regular mistake.

Mangle: Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad. Toy Freddy: That's deep. Toy Bonnie: That means that ketchup is a smoothie. Toy Freddy: That's deeper. The Puppet: …You guys are idiots.

RWQFSFASXC: I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.

Withered Chica: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch. Toy Chica: What changed your mind? Withered Chica: Oh, I still think you're a bitch. I've just grown to like that about you.

Freddy: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one. Golden Freddy: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

*1987's game of Among Us in real life* Jeremy Fitzgerald: I believe Fritz is innocent, I was with them the whole time. Mr. Afton, what were you doing? William Afton: Oh, I was just murdering… I mean, nothing!

Toy Bonnie: Is the pink panther a lion? Withered Bonnie: Say that again but slower. Toy Bonnie: I don’t get it. Withered Bonnie: He’s a PANTHER. Toy Bonnie: Is that a type of lion? Withered Bonnie: No, it’s a fucking panther. Toy Bonnie: *googles panther* They aren't pink? Withered Bonnie: AND LIONS ARE?!

Henry Emily: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? William Afton: Literally or figuratively? Henry Emily: I have to specify?

Bonnie: Yesterday, I watched Foxy try to eat a decorative rock from the night guard's potted plant. The Puppet caught him, and told him that he can't eat rocks. Chica started whining something about no food being in the house before walking away.

Susanna Hudson: I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”. Michael Afton: *looks over at Fritz Smith and Jeremy Fitzgerald* Michael Afton: Is it “sexual tension”?

Gregory, after acquiring the Fazer-blaster: The ‘how the fucks’ and 'why are you so dumbs’ don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.

*after discussing the plan to burn down Fazbear's Fright* Susanna Hudson: Does anyone have any questions? Jeremy Fitzgerald: Is this legal? Susanna Hudson: Does anyone have any relevant questions?

Dee Dee: Don’t worry, I have a permit. Old Man Consequences: …This just says “I can do what I want”.

Fritz Smith: You look good in that hoodie. Jeremy Fitzgerald: You know where else I'd look good? Fritz Smith, zero hesitation: My bed. Jeremy Fitzgerald, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

Helpi: Fun Fact! The average person will walk by 36 murderers in their lifetime. Cassie: I like how this is a "fun" fact. MXES: It's fun because they didn't decide to murder you.

Susanna Hudson: Just be careful, Mike! Michael Afton: heading out the door I'm always careful, Susie! Michael Afton: It's everything around me that's careless.

The Puppet: We are not mad. We are just disappointed. Golden Freddy: No, we are mad. The Puppet: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide. Golden Freddy: No, we’re not! The Puppet: I am not a mind reader, Cassidy!

Cassie: Do you take constructive criticism? Helpi: No, only cash or credit.

Roxanne Wolf: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway. Gregory: Roxanne Wolf: Vroom vroom, come out already.

Phone Guy: *Answers phone* Hello? Fritz Smith: It's Fritz Smith. Phone Guy: What did he do this time? Fritz Smith: No, it's me, phone guy. It's actually me. Phone Guy: What did you do this time?

Vanessa: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.

Golden Freddy, referring to the Fazbear Gang(tm): Those guys are dorks. The Puppet: Yes, but they’re my dorks.

Glamrock Chica: Are you busy? Montgomery Gator: No. Glamrock Chica: Want to do something? Montgomery Gator: Why would you try to ruin this for me?

Susanna Hudson: Go to hell! Springtrap: Oh! I’ve been there, thank you. I found it quite lovely.

Elizabeth Afton: When was the last time you cried? Crying Child: Uh 15 minutes ago, why?? Elizabeth Afton: really? That recent? Crying Child: Yeah *voice crack* is that an issue? starts crying again

JJ: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to the Puppet and not do the thing, JJ: Well there’s a clear right answer here. JJ: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

Ennard: You have an impressive pain tolerance. Michael Afton: Thanks, it's the trauma.

Sun, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?! Vanessa: …What does that even mean?!

Susanna Hudson, toward Michael Afton: Wow, left-handed AND British? You really are an illusion.

Freddy: We’re kind of missing something guys. Bonnie: Cohesion? Chica: Teamwork? Foxy: A general sense of what we’re doing? Golden Freddy: And the Puppet is not here. Chica: Oh, and that, yeah.

Michael Afton: Ennard, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason. Ennard, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than their size: Spooky.

Roxanne Wolf: Tired of just deserving better. Gonna start taking it by force.

Scraptrap: *dies* Helpy: Timer starts now! When is he coming back? I say two months! Music Man: Bullshit. One month. Lefty: Nah, half a month. Rockstar Foxy, sobbing: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? SOMEONE JUST DIED! Mr. Hippo, scratching chin in thought: One week.

Michael Afton: I’ve been sleeping so little the past few nights that when I go to the alarm app, I click on the “power nap” button. I don’t set up alarms, I set up timers, Helpy.

Roxanne Wolf: Let’s not Gregory this into a worse situation than it already is. Gregory: Did you just use my name as a verb?

Scrap Baby: Tommorrow's garbage day. Molten Freddy: I can't believe they made a whole day dedicated to you.

Glamrock Freddy: *lifting weights* Montgomery Gator: Wow… He's so intense! Glamrock Chica: I wonder what drives him. Glamrock Freddy, internally: (Oh I am going to be SO good at giving hugs.)

Fritz Smith: The greatest trick the devil ever played was getting me banned from an all you can eat pizza buffet. Jeremy Fitzgerald: Why’d you get banned? Fritz Smith: Touched the bear. Jeremy Fitzgerald: … What bear? Fritz Smith: Feddy Fazbear

#Fnaf #incorrect quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes #ruin spoilers #security breach ruin spoilers #fnaf ruin spoilers #sb ruin spoilers #fnaf sb ruin spoilers #Jerefritz #I would've made this even longer but at the last one tumblr reloaded itself (thankfully the draft saved though so I didn't lose anything)#And that plus it starting to kinda lag I think makes me think that tumblr's trying to tell me to stop so yeah #Hope everyone enjoys. Will probably do more in the future.#fnaf oc #<- kinda.

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Matter Of Opinion

Prompt Roulette By Title

Character A: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Character A and Character B, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Character C: Our turn, Character D! One, two, three- vanilla!

Character D, deadpan: I've never had cake.

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of treating others as lesser than. Mentions of calling others 'pests'. Mentions of not having access to food. Mentions of getting sick from food.

Eggs deserved some time in the spotlight

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Eggs looks between Fritz and Caleb, a look of horror on his face.

“I don’t know which one is worse. The favorite flavor being vanilla, or never having eaten cake before.”

The redhead suddenly ducks his head as he shuffles in place, Fritz seeming more nervous rather than self-conscious, the excitement they rarely see vanishing within seconds. “Well, we don’t...cake isn’t exactly, accessible...”

It takes a moment for the sentence to register. For Eggs to remember Caleb and Fritz are only a few inches tall in height. Not normal human children like the hordes of gremlins that come into the restaurants daily, but ‘borrowers’ that took a long time in order to trust those who can and have swept them into a hand. And only a select few at that.

He’ll admit, he forgets how different their lives are. Sure, they live at Freddy Fazbear’s, but they can’t exactly book a birthday party. Can’t sneak into the kitchen like Eggs does to steal a slice of pizza or cake. Sometimes he steals a whole pizza and cake. No one’s been able to stop him yet!

The borrower’s life, though? They get caught by the wrong person, and cake will never be on the table.

“I’m in the mood for cake,” James suddenly announces. “Want to help us make one?”

The two react in almost polar opposites. Caleb immediately perks up at finally being allowed to try cake honestly they’re monsters never having offered it before. But Fritz shrinks into himself even more.

“What kind of cake?” the younger borrower asks, strangling the absolutely miniscule plush bear they have never seen him without. Even though the toy should be washed considering the amount of dust Caleb and Fritz tend to accumulate from their travels. “Fredbear says we might not like peanut butter.”

Oh fuck they really are monsters, Eggs is telling Scott the man is doing a shitty job as a father!

“Chocolate’s hard to go wrong with. And Jeremy will be happy to help us eat the rest.”

Finally Fritz makes a long sigh. As if they’re boring the teenager. “You, you’re allowed to make a chocolate cake?”

Eggs shares a look with James, the doctor raising his eyebrows to say he had been expecting that to be the reason the kid was hesitant. Which is unfair! One of them is a child psychiatrist and apparently that includes borrower children and the other isn't. The other is a geneous mechanic.

Genious. Genus? Genius.

Then again, that has been a running theme when it comes to Fritz and Caleb. Less so for the nine year old boy now that they’ve all known each other for about two months, but the older borrower didn’t warm up as quickly. Allows asks for permission before doing things other than borrowing, and that had been quite the discussion. Maybe they need to get Scott to hold another meeting.

Eggs taps his chin before giving a wry smile, forcing his hands not to make large movements. “Let’s think about it this way. Jeremy wouldn’t tattle cause it’s chocolate cake. If Scott finds us, he won’t even be mad, just disappointed. Mike doesn’t give a shit. And Harrison can’t bitch cause it’s not his restaurant.”

“I thought we agreed to leave the cursing to Mike,” James stage whispers.

“Just don’t tell Scott,” the blond replies.

That has Caleb giggling as Fritz visibly relaxes. “Okay. W-We'd like to help make a cake.”

Eggs offers a hand palm up for the two. Can’t help a smile when neither hesitate to climb on, though he did forget they’re spider monkeys. Caleb’s darting up his arm almost immediately, almost missing grabbing the edge of the short sleeve to his uniform when Fritz swoops in for a rescue, scooping his brother up and finishing the climb.

The blond has to stop a shiver from the odd feeling of his shoulder being walked on, looking at James to confirm both of them are safely there. He can’t exactly turn his head to check on them or else that might cause a big problem.

The doctor gives a smirk. “Have you finally accepted you’re a glorified jungle gym?”

“Hey I’m the greatest jungle gym you will ever meet, thank you!”

He hears the worry in Fritz’s voice as he carefully follows James into the kitchen. “Do you mind we-?”

“Shh, I’m proving I’m a badass tree. And another thing!”

That earns him two quiet laughs from his shoulder while James shoos him away. “We’ll argue who’s the better tree later. Make yourself useful and find the cake mix.”

Eggs makes his hand talk in time with the doctor’s words, but he also begins his search for the box required to make a certain cake that apparently neither of their resident borrowers have had the chance to eat. He’s actually a little curious how Fritz managed to get his hands on a piece of vanilla cake.

With how careful the teenager is, he doesn’t think it was a proper crumb. It would’ve been from the floor. That hadn’t been cleaned in days. Hours after it was made and being exposed to the air that would’ve hardened it so it can’t even be considered cake anymore.

Damn, he’s surprised the vanilla flavor could actually be tasted.

“How do you make a cake?” Caleb pipes up.

“See there’s something called chemical reactions.”

“We are not teaching them chemistry,” James calls from the fridge. “You have to start with the scientific method.”

Eggs sighs loudly as he snatches the cake mix out of the pantry, gently slamming the door closed. “Sorry Caleb, Dr. Stiller says we’re not allowed to have any fun.”

“I think it’s safe to assume they don’t know what atoms are. Therefore are unfamiliar with molecules and bonding. I.e., educate them so they completely understand what a chemical reaction is.”

Eggs will admit, he’s a bit jealous James can spout all that off at the same time he’s measuring out how much water they’ll need, the eggs and jar of icing waiting patiently next to a bowl. But ten bucks the doctor’s just showing off. “Nerd.”

“To answer your question how you expected it,” James smirks, looking over Eggs’ shoulder which is rude, his eyes are- oh shit. Right. Caleb and Fritz are sitting there. “Eggs has cake mix that we add eggs and water with to make the batter. The icing is already made, so we just put it on the cake once it’s been baked.”

“...you’re going into a cake?” Fritz asks, sounding so genuinely confused and worried Eggs can’t help but laugh. Not even James can help himself. “You just said Eggs!”

The blond carefully grabs the two off his shoulder as he attempts to stifle his laughter, gently nudges Fritz’s shoulder at his embarrassed look, Caleb seeming just as confused. “Sorry, sorry. We’re not laughing at you, it was just funny. You two really do live in the walls, don’t you?”

“We said we did,” the redhead defends, pulling his brother into a protective hug, and Eggs feels like an asshole.

“We’re sorry for laughing,” James murmurs.

“It was a dick move,” the blond agrees. He sets his hand down on the counter, Caleb leading Fritz off for the two to stand close together. It’s impossible to miss the blush on the older’s face despite his two inch stature. “Teasing went too far, we’ll be model gentlemen.”

“That’ll last for ten minutes.”

“Bet it’ll last twenty.”

Fritz still doesn’t look up from his shoes, and Caleb refuses to give a smile, standing in solidarity with his brother. Now he really feels like an asshole.

Eggs kneels down in order to be eye level with them. Snags an egg and sets it a respectful distance away so they don’t have to worry about it rolling them over.

“This wonderful object is an egg. I’m named after a dish that requires multiple eggs called Eggs Benedict.”

Finally green eyes look up to meet his gaze. “You’re, named after food?”

“The greatest food of all time in my opinion,” he winks.

Fritz shuffles in place. “So, that’s why they’re yelling your name all the time?”

“Gets confusing, right?” Eggs shrugs. “The life of having the best name ever. But it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

There’s the smile he was looking for. Still embarrassed from never connecting the dots, but they should’ve expected Fritz specifically to be unfamiliar with something like that. They haven’t exactly asked where the redhead’s lived before the restaurant. And they haven’t asked the two what they’ve eaten before, case in point the fact they’re currently making a cake.

“And I know we’re assholes, but don’t hesitate to ask about anything else. James’ll know the answer.”

“What am I, an encyclopedia?”

“Ha! I don’t even know what that is!”

“Eggs will have to ask me questions as well,” the doctor grumbles. He snatches the egg from Eggs ha and cracks it against the counter before putting the yolk in the bowl, tossing the shell into the trashcan before repeating the process with the second one. “Remember, when you’re dealing with eggs, always wash your hands when you’re finished.”

Caleb looks up at Eggs happy to let James do all of the work. “Both kinds of eggs?”

“Especially when dealing with that one.”

“Hey!”

“I’ll take it back if you add the water, mix, and stir.”

That earns angry grumbles as Eggs opens the box, cutting the bag for the mix open in order to dump it into the bowl. Pours the water on top before mixing it all together. He glances down at the two borrowers to make sure he’s not spilling anything over them, grinning at the wide eyes watching the batter slowly come together. Reminds him of when each Eggling saw the magic of cooking and baking.

He doesn’t notice James snagging the cake pan until he hears the sound of oil being sprayed, looking over to see the doctor standing at the opposite end of the kitchen.

“What was that for?” Caleb asks.

“That’s to keep the batter from sticking to the pan as it bakes.” Eggs shoos James away from the pan once it’s set down, pouring in the chocolate goodness in so the question can be focused on. “I sprayed it over there so you didn’t breathe it in.”

“And how do you know to do that?” Fritz tags in.

James brings the box of mix closer to them as he kneels down. Which excuse him Eggs needed to read the temperature for the oven. “We’re following this recipe. It told us how many eggs and how much water we needed. Tells us which pan to use, to spray it in baking oil, and this pan needs 425 degrees.”

Eggs’ dramatic waving toward the oven pauses at the emphasized words, quick to put in the proper information so it starts preheating. Which they should’ve done first but hey! It’s an experience! And they are far from being master's at baking a cake. Or any baking in general. Might as well add cooking to that, too.

With that done, he tiptoes over to the bowl. Grabs the spoon with the intent to eat the batter when he meets Caleb’s eyes watching with interest.

He pivots so the spoon is offered to the little boy. “Want a taste?”

Instead of trying it, Caleb looks up at James giving the batter a distrustful look. “Can we?”

“...I’m trying to do mental calculations.”

Eggs stares. “For...”

“The effect salmonella could have on them,” the doctor says ominously. “Specially how likely it is based on their size to ours, and considering there’s two eggs-”

“James, you’re scaring the kids,” Eggs whispers, sending a pointed look down at Fritz who seems three seconds away from snatching Caleb from the spoon. “It’s just a tiny sample! Literally!”

“And I don’t have any good information on their health, how certain diseases can effect them, or-”

“We d-don't get sick,” Fritz announces. “From food I mean.”

Caleb nods his head in agreement. “We’ve eaten pizza humans got sick from, but we didn’t! Fredbear agrees, too!”

Eggs watches as James has to fight with himself from either asking even more questions and possibly seeing if they can do a full exam, or to go against everything he’s learned from medical school and give the go ahead. Maybe it’s both.

“One dip of your finger,” the doctor finally relents.

Neither of them argue, following his request to the letter. Both of their eyes light up at the taste, meaning Eggs then takes the spoon back in order to lick the entire thing, earning a very disapproving look.

“I hope you get salmonella.”

“My name is Eggs. I’m part egg. It’d be impossible for me to get it.”

“Oh really?” James begins. “Part egg, huh? Maybe we should put you into the next cake we make.”

“You wish,” Eggs grins. “I would make the greatest cake ever.”

A loud beeping announces the oven’s finally ready, the blond wiggling his fingers at James to put the cake in and set the timer. Leaving him with Fritz and Caleb watching him with worried looks.

“Is there batter on my face?”

“You’d, want to be part of a cake?” Fritz says almost too quietly to be heard.

Well fuck. He keeps forgetting how terrifying that can sound due to them being able to end up in someone’s pizza or soda without any trouble. Which none of the guards would ever do if the two didn’t want that to happen. Excluding freak accidents, but they’ve all been working hard to be extra careful.

“No one will ever go into a cake even if we could,” he smiles. Doesn’t admit that kind of sounds fun. And who else could say they’ve done something like that! Not to mention it’d be comedy gold! “James and I are just teasing.”

Note to self, talk to Scott about what topics they should avoid.

In their defense, this has been the first time Caleb and Fritz have been out for more than just a few minutes. They pop in every now and then, but only when the restaurant is closed with every other person on staff home. Get a little too antsy when they’re out in the open for two long. Have stuck to a fairly strict ‘curfew’ for Friday nights when everyone is here.

They’ll figure it out! Slowly but surely. Seriously, Scott’s slacking on his dad duties, he’s supposed to make sure all of his children get along together!

James appears after being gone way too long for just putting the cake in the oven. And to Eggs’ horror, he sees the bowl of left over batter missing. He wasn’t done eating from that! “The cake will be done in about 10 minutes. Do you three want to go find Jeremy and let him know?”

“Were we not going to tell Scott?”

Eggs almost jumps at Scott’s voice. One that sounds a little upset. Turning around, he confirm it’s a very disappointed look being aimed toward them. But, it’s not angry. Soooo, that’s a win!

Now how to get out of this alive...

“Surprise! Happy Birthday!”

Scott’s frown turns into a glare shit. “Good guess. Now you’ve got 364 more to go.”

“We were making a cake for Fritz and Caleb,” James quickly explains, gesturing to said frozen borrowers. “It was our idea, not there's.”

“I would assume so,” Scott continues to glare. “They can’t exactly grab the ingredients and put it into the oven without help.”

“Th-They were being nice!” Fritz calls across the vast expanse that is the kitchen. “They said you, you w-wouldn't be upset.”

“They wanted me to try cake for the first time!” Caleb adds.

Just as Eggs thought would happen, Scott melts. Because he’s just like David, pretending to not care about anything or anyone, but is actually a complete and utter softy.

“You’re welcome for doing your job as a father,” Eggs sneers.

And just like that, he fucked himself royally. “Eggs, either start running, or I’m getting Vince.”

Oh shit. “Bring it, Fossil!”

Scott bristles before taking a deep breath. “After the cake is done. And please dear God tell me you made sure Caleb and Fritz were safe the entire time.”

“Entire time,” James butts in, putting a hand over Eggs mouth so he can’t say anything else that will incriminate them. Which doesn’t look suspicious in the slightest.

It only earns them an eye roll as Scott walks closer to investigate the crime scene, a smile appearing as the two borrowers give hellos. “Have you been keeping them in line?”

Caleb rapidly nods his head. “We also learned Eggs is a food and they’re used in recipes!”

That’s when Scott seems to finally realize what ‘never having cake before’ actually means. That the two are missing out on more than just deserts. Fritz had been adamant on day one that they wanted to continue borrowing and getting their own food, but with this revelation gently coaxing out an agreement that sometimes they can help out might be needed. Cake is one thing, but they’re both just kids. They’d all like to make sure their resident borrowers are taken care of for as long as they live at Freddy Fazbear’s.

He’s pretty sure James has a nerdy reason to add on the ‘why’s’.

“I’ll grab Jeremy so you don’t skip out on any other lessons, deal?”

“Deal!” they chirp. Caleb ecstatic the cake is almost finished. Fritz relieved they aren’t in trouble.

Eggs offers his hands as he nods toward the oven. “Want to go see what it looks like?”

Both of them immediately perk up and dart into his palms. Right as Caleb moves to pull the same stunt from before and climb up his arm, Fritz manages to catch his brother with a battle cry, laughing as a squeal emits. “Oh no you don’t!”

No time is wasted walking to the baking cake at that, quick to hold up his hands as Caleb manages to worm out of Fritz’s grasp in order to keep the little boy from making a break for his shoulder. Not that he minds! He just can’t see the awed expressions from the favored perch!

Honestly, it’s adorable how both of them are absolutely entranced by the rising cake. Not wanting to look away even with the sound of Jeremy running into the kitchen.

“It’s ch-ch-chocolate, right?”

Eggs raises his eyebrows when Fritz doesn’t jump at the stuttering guard’s voice, only turning to wave in greeting. “Of course, Jer. We’re not monsters.”

Jeremy gives him a look he thinks is supposed to be a glare after returning Fritz’s wave. “Y-You’d make a vanilla one j-j-j-just to spite me.”

“...alright that does sound like me.”

“Where’s the b-batter?”

“Eggs ate it all,” James says, the blond sputtering as Jeremy immediately turns on him.

“You jerk!”

“I did not it was James who put it in the sink!”

“I can’t trust e-e-e-either of you!”

“Enough!” Scott suddenly yells, sending all of them glares. “Caleb and Fritz don’t deserve all of you shouting around them. If you’re going to fight, do it in the dining room. And no instigating, James.”

Right. He forgot about tiny ears. Ones currently having equally tiny hands covering them as they stare up at the giants surrounding them on all sides. But slightly good news? There’s no fear, just apprehension!

That’s when the timer goes off, everyone but James backing away so the doctor can grab the cake out of the oven. “Uh, sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” Fritz offers as he drops his hands, Caleb following suit. “At least you’re not as loud as Mr. Harrison.”

Wise words. Caleb agrees, nodding sagely.

Before they can continue bashing on David, James opens the can of frosting, earning everyone’s attention. That’s when he shakes his head. “You can eat it when it’s on the cake. Everyone already had batter with a side of salmonella.”

Jeremy squawks. “I d-didn't!”

“You gave the kids uncooked batter?” Scott demands.

“Oh well look at the time,” Eggs begins, setting his hands on the counter to let Fritz and Caleb off before backing away slowly from the ticking timebomb. “I should go...”

“A great way to out yourself. Because a doctor would’ve advised against it.”

“Fredbear said they’d be fine,” the blond counteracts.

That shuts Scott up. Because the man wouldn’t be a heartless bastard and tell Caleb Fredbear isn’t real. Eggs is definitely getting his ass kicked later but for now he’s safe. Maybe. 50/50 chance Vincent’s going to be summoned.

James clears his throat. “Who’s helping with the icing?”

“M-Me,” Jeremy quickly volunteers. Before he grabs a knife, he sets his own hand in front of the borrowers, both of them immediately climbing all the way up to his shoulder. This time Caleb has no trouble with the long sleeve providing plenty of handholds to grab onto. Once they’re both tucked close to his neck, the stuttering guard starts on icing the cake.

Eggs quickly darts to James’ side as Scott walks closer, hiding behind the doctor as a glare is shot toward him. But he’s not chased, so he’s been allowed to survive for another day. Or maybe just thirty more minutes.

He will say, Jeremy’s pretty good on coating a still warm cake, none of it coming off onto the knife. He’s also talented in the ways of not throwing borrowers off of his shoulder as he works. 10 out of 10, would choose Jeremy’s shoulder if he was borrower size.

“N-N-Now how many slices d-do we need?”

“Think Mike wants some?” James asks.

“Give him a small one,” Scott says as he grabs a few paper plates with the word 'Celebrate!’ decorating it. Quite fitting considering this is an occasion to celebrate. “And make David’s as big as yours, Jeremy.”

They end up with seven slices all together. James covers what’s left of the cake as Eggs is laden with four plates, Jeremy oh so courteous to hold the door out of the kitchen open for him and Scott. Sadly he does not slam it on James’ face.

David gives a questioning look as a large slice is slid in front of him where he sits at a table. “This is what you all disappeared for?”

“You don’t want cake?” Eggs smirks, reaching out to take it away. The business man doesn’t hesitate to move it out of the blond’s grasp with a glare daring he tries to complete the threat.

Scott sets the two plates he brought onto the table, nodding toward the hallway Jeremy’s leading Mike out of. “Fritz and Caleb never had chocolate cake before.”

David goes still. If Eggs didn’t know any better, he’d say there’s concern in the hazel eyes that once looked at the borrowers with nothing but loathing. He doesn’t say anything as everyone finds a seat, but he doesn’t start eating his share until Fritz and Caleb are gifted with a full slice that’s taller and longer than they are.

Eggs can’t help watching them each take a bite. Grinning as Caleb looks up with pure amazement on his face. “Humans get to eat this all the time?”

Right. They live at a children’s party center. “Not all the time. Usually for birthdays and holidays.”

Fritz looks like he wants to ask something but catches himself. “Thank you for sharing one with us.”

David suddenly leans forward, his hands clasped together like he’s in the middle of making a business deal. “I heard you never had chocolate cake before.”

Caleb nods, unaffected by the scrutiny, but his brother hunches down into himself. “It’s Cay’s first time eating cake at all.”

Scott sends David a suspicious look, unsure where this will be taken. He’s only given a glance as the redhead’s focused on. “Are there other things you have yet to try?”

Now Eggs is confused on where this is going. He thought David was going to try and be a dick, using this as a way to prove the two are ‘pests’ of some sort. His tone isn’t hostile, but it’s not gentle either. It kind of feels like an interrogation.

“I, uh, c-can't really give a list,” Fritz replies. Having the all too familiar look of wanting to bolt. A hand on the bag he carries everywhere. “You’ve all shared pizza with us, and we’ve had that before. We’ve had fries and lettuce. But...I-I don’t really keep great track.”

“Are there certain foods you don’t know about?”

“Yes,” the teenager admits, his face growing red all over again.

Eggs’ announcement of David being a grade-a douche bag is stopped when the business man turns to Scott. “Didn’t you say you’d be watching over them?”

“Want to clarify, David?” is growled back.

“I mean the kids aren’t exactly being cared for like you agreed to do for them,” the business man sighs. And holy shit he does care about Fritz and Caleb. “If I remember correctly, they entrusted you to keep them safe and healthy. I’m no doctor, but I think it’s safe to say they’re not getting the nutrients they need.”

Scott stares at David for a moment. And while it’s definitely said with an air of arrogance, there’s actual concern lying underneath. Which is something he’d never thought he’d see from their resident douche bag of all people. What did he say! Secretly a giant softy!

“They also said they wanted to continue borrowing.”

“I didn’t say they had to stop,” David counters with an eye roll. “I thought you are William's right-hand man. You’ve seen plenty of contracts. Get the pests warm food every now and then. You’re not giving handouts, you’re keeping them healthy and treating them with things they couldn’t have before. They have you as a benefactor, and yet I bet letting them eat cake for the first time wasn’t your idea.”

Eggs makes a quite ‘oooooo’ sound as Scott doesn’t seem to have a comeback. The best part though is the fact David’s not even smug. This shit’s better than his soap operas!

Even Fritz doesn’t have anything to say. He half expected the older borrower to protest and argue about needing to do things themselves, repeating the speech they’re all familiar with. But David’s a business man through and through, and damn did he find the loopholes.

Then again, the agreement had been made by a desperate teenager, but credit’s due where credit’s due.

“Fritz?”

The two borrowers look at each other. Then they look at David who only waits patiently for a reply, not a hint of a degrading smirk on his face.

“I don’t...disagree.”

“Wonderful. Which means you need to step it up, Scott. Try and aim for them giving James permission to take their vitals or whatever the hell doctor’s do.”

AAAAAnd he ruined it, even Caleb looking a bit scared at what’s being implied.

“That’s a discussion for another time,” Scott soothes. “We’ll never force either of you to do anything you don’t want. But I’ll get Eggs and James to help out with letting you try new things.”

Fritz looks at the slice beside him that guaranteed will be given to Jeremy to finish before smiling. “Okay.”

“Fredbear says David wants to ‘accidentally’ drop frosting on us,” Caleb prophesizes.

“HOW THE FUCK DID YOU KNOW THAT!”

“DAVID!"

#I have unfortunately still not gotten into a good posting schedule #I've had stories every Monday fairly? consistently #but I have not made a full plan for when and how I will continue my ongoing stories #so I am going to establish one!#that includes Ghosts and SCP #and the multitude of g/t oriented ones I have neglected without meaning to #so I will hopefully have that done...semi-soon #until then I hope you enjoy!#and have a wonderful day!#FNAF bois #g/t #giant #tiny #Prompt Roulette By Title #L2 #BTE writing #cw #content warning

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thefamilyeldritchabomination · 1 year ago

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Chapter Twenty Three: Time After Time Pt.2

“Okay, you were right, sheep have some pretty gross teeth and a weird odor.” Dolly admitted as she tried to make herself comfortable again on the long train ride back to Northern Amestris.

“Told ya so, but at least their meat is good.” Envy said, scratching a scale patch on their back before looking out the window at the changing landscape. “Fine, I get it, sheep are hideous bastards that taste good, but I’m getting transferred to Briggs! That Armstrong woman is gonna skin me alive over there!” Freddy could only hide his eyebrowless face into his hands as he dreaded being transferred to Briggs after the reorganization had settled.

Lust and Gluttony ignored the whines of Freddy as they both went back to looking over the pamphlet for Northern Amestris. Freddy was left to despair over the temporary transfer until the new Central Command was built in Dublith. It would take over a course of four years until the new Central Command had been built and restored with the recovered archives as well as new Alchemy Labs. That was the only silver lining to Freddy’s tornado of woe, because he was involved with ‘stopping’ the homicidal fuhrer, Freddy was given the chance to open his own Alchemy Lab in wherever Freddy had wanted and that Face Fur knew just where to have one opened up. Back in both Dolly and Freddy’s hometown, there was an old massive abandoned farm from a failed sheep rearing project that went terribly wrong. The size was perfect for having it be refurbished as an Alchemy Lab and it would be close to home so once the terms were done in Briggs, Freddy could be transferred back home to run the lab instead. Sure, Dolly was against using that abandoned farm as a lab having been around when it shut down, then again, Dolly was there for a lot of things. Surely, it should be alright to start up the lab and Freddy had the best possible name for it. “I can’t believe you’re naming it Meat Wool Alchemy Labs.” Ernest snorted from Dolly’s lap, thinking the name was gross. “Oh, what do you suppose I call it then? Donut Farm Alchemy Labs?” Freddy fired back, having to poke fun at the fact Ernest firmly believed that Donuts was a plant in the wild. “See? Doesn’t that make you smile from saying ‘donut’? Donut would make a very good lab name.” Ernest completely missed the point, hoping the Face Fur would name it after something sacred as donuts.

“Ernie, just let the Face Fur name it ‘Meat Wool’, we could get some pretty awesome mutant sheep figurines from it.” Dorian argued, the idea of toy mutant sheep tickled the little booger’s fancy.

“Good to know Dorian is on my side with the name..” Freddy wistfully said, the idea of mutant sheep would be a pretty fun idea to implement.

“FIne, but we get to name the mutant sheep figurines.” Ernest relented as Dorian grinned at the idea of making mutant sheep figurines.

“Just be sure to name one of the mutant sheep ‘Meatlord’, that’s a perfect name for a hideous creature.” Envy chimed in, the discussion catching their interest.

“I’m going to change this topic before it gets weird, weirder than it is already, but once we arrive, you said there was a morgue you purchased there?” Lust took in a breath, pinching the bridge of her nose to relieve herself of an oncoming migraine.

“I did, it’s in town. Just need to remember the form I used when hunting for the new location.” Envy said, shrugging a bit as they casually looked over at Dolly.

“I take it that means you want to go there with Dolly on your own?” Lust sighed as she had a feeling that was where the conversation would have concluded. “Bingo!” Envy shouted with a sharp grin, their teeth stuck as horrible fangs, but not as pronounced as before after the botch job.

“You could’ve just said that. Gluttony and I will leave you two be, I’ll just have Freddy over there escort us back to this family household of theirs to unpack our little belongings at.” Lust looked over to Freddy since neither she or Gluttony would get to tour the morgue.

“You’re all lucky that the folks have that huge thing of hand me downs in the ready. That should help with rebuilding whatever wardrobe everyone had before then.” Freddy was glad that the attic full of clothing would be emptied out soon for other usage, especially for alchemy needs.

“Wait…we’re getting to choose our own clothing?” Envy asked, surprised that everyone including them would get to build a wardrobe finally.

“That’s right, this is your first time getting to build your own wardrobe..” Freddy said, realizing the homunculi were now free to wear whatever colors they wanted now that Dante was gone.

“Can you tell me what chartreuse is like?” Envy asked now that they were free to try all the different shades and tints of green as they’d like.

“The most hideous color known to exist, one step away from being either barf green or liver failure yellow.” Dolly answered, a look of disdain for the worst conceived shade of green danced in her eyes.

“Sweet, I’m test running that color!” Envy declared much to the abject horror on both Dolly and Freddy’s faces, both of them seemingly hating the color of chartreuse.

“Envy, stop teasing Dolly about wearing chartreuse, besides, the next cabin has her feral humans. They’ll likely fly off the handle given the destruction they caused together down in Central if they find out you were teasing.” Lust poked at Envy a bit, snickering a bit at the expression they made upon hearing the mention of Dolly’s feral humans.

“Lust, that's not funny! Those humans are absolutely horrifying!” Envy gasped out, remembering the dread lobster man in rage mode from not too long ago.

“I’m only teasing, besides, Hughes, Ruby, and Roy are there. They’d likely restrain them if the pair decided to put the fear of god into you.” Lust chuckled a bit as the train came to a stop at a station on their long way towards Northern Amestris.

The sounds of passengers exiting and boarding the train could be heard, knowing full well that the snack trolley will be coming up soon. Lust and Envy had prepared very well for Gluttony, having stored human body parts in the packaging to feed him with to avoid a colorful incident from occurring. Dolly, hearing the wheels of the trolley coming, ushered Ernest and Dorian into the cat carrier. It was the better option than the backpack having loaded the carrier with games amongst other things, particularly donuts to satisfy the awful lions as they parked their clay asses inside. Sure enough, the snacks trolley arrived with one more surprise much to Freddy’s abject horror, Major Armstrong had arrived!

#Fan Fiction #The Wayfarer #FMA 03 #Fullmetal Alchemist #FMA Fan Fiction #Writing #Envy the Jealous #Envy #Lust the Lascivious #Lust #Gluttony the Voracious #Gluttony #Major Armstrong #OCs #Homunculus #Homunculi

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rarelyrad · 1 year ago

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Guess what? You’ve died. Rumor has it that you were trampled by a pack of buffalos. Gruesome, I know.

You’re in heaven now, gods a nice being doesn’t hate anybody, etc. and they fucking love movies in heaven.

Films to Be Buried With questionnaire:

What was the first-ever film you saw, or remember seeing?

What was the film that scared you the most, and do you like being scared?

What was the film that made you cry the most, and are you a cryer?

What film is TERRIBLE but you love it?

What is the film you once loved but watching it recently you realise it’s terrible?

What is the film that means the most to you, not because of the film itself, but because of the memories, you have of it?

What is the sexiest film?

What’s a film that isn’t probably supposed to be sexy but you found yourself turned on by?

Which film do you most relate to?

Which film is objectively the greatest ever?

Which film is the one you’ve watched the most?

What’s the worst film you’ve ever seen?

What is the film that’s made you laugh out loud the most?

Who do you want to have a movie night with when you get there? (Famous people.)

What was the first-ever film you saw, or remember seeing?

Star Wars 2 (Attack of the Clones) people were dressed up as Jedis at the theater I saw it at, and 4 year old me, was awestruck. There were lightsabers

What was the film that scared you the most, and do you like being scared?

When I was little, I was terrified of “The Dark Crystal” and I still find it scary as an adult, like the scene when they’re beating up the other bird thing, and when the old bird is dying, and the fire, Jesus, I hate it.

What was the film that made you cry the most, and are you a cryer?

Ghost, with Patrick Swayze makes me sob every time I watch it. I’m not a crier, but that movie gets me in every way possible.

What film is TERRIBLE but you love it?

The Frighteners. Objectively, it’s pretty bad, the cgi is bad even if you remember it was the 90s, but I love Michael J Fox, he’s my hero, and I fucking love that movie.

What is the film you once loved but watching it recently you realise it’s terrible?

Not terrible in an objective sense, but the cgi in Toy Story did not hold up and I truly hope they remake it someday with modern animation abilities.

What is the film that means the most to you, not because of the film itself, but because of the memories, you have of it?

Dirty Dancing. When I was little, if I stayed home sick from school, it meant my mom and I watched dirty dancing and ate ice cream.

What is the sexiest film?

Ghost. I’m an artist, so that pottery scene, really gets me going.

What’s a film that isn’t probably supposed to be sexy but you found yourself turned on by?

Jurassic Park, for all the wrong fucking reasons.

Which film do you most relate to?

Midnight in Paris. It’s a shit movie, but it’s Owen Wilson, wandering around Paris and getting to go back in time to meet the great artists, Dali, and Picasso, and it’s just, like everything I wish was true.

Which film is objectively the greatest ever?

Back To The Future. I think it’s flawless, and it gives Spielberg vibes despite being a Zemekis, I fucking love it. Comedic timing is perfect, writing is great, and I think it’s one of the few that stands up without becoming offensive over the years.

Which film is the one you’ve watched the most?

Jurassic Park. It’s my comfort movie to be honest, I love the CGI, and I just think it’s beautiful, and I honestly kind of enjoy the dinosaur violence

What’s the worst film you’ve ever seen?

Napoleon Dynamite. I live in Utah so it’s a big deal here, but I hate it.

What is the film that’s made you laugh out loud the most?

We’re the Millers had me cackling on Sunday actually.

Who do you want to have a movie night with in heaven? (Famous people)

-Michael J Fox (alive currently, but by the time I actually die, I don’t think he will be. Sue me.)

-Freddie Mercury

-Robin Williams

#brett goldstein #films to be buried with #podcast #ao3 #ted lasso

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sparklytravelmoviepersona · 10 months ago

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The twisted truth

Warning: Mentions of angst, torture, accident, and other things

Before we begin, I want to say some things. This is a fanfic. Credit goes to the original creator of the YouTube series, @magmacartoons. It’s a story about the reader who is William Afton's daughter. And instead of saying toy and original, I might use t for toy and OG I couldn’t think of anything else at this point, so I’ll just go along with it.

There might be warning mention’s. But if it’s too much, I’ll delete it.

With that being said, enjoy the story.

Prologue:

A very very long time ago, there was a fun place in a town of Hurricane, known as Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. It was a huge hit for years with the kids so people could have fun.

William Afton was the original owner of the pizzeria. When they first found the building, they did a little remodeling with it and got rid of the original fazbear animatronics.

Or so they thought

William redid the business with new animatronics he called “toy freddy fazbear animatronics”.

But he even had another that mattered so much to him.

His daughter Y/n Afton.

Originally, Afton used to have other kids before she was born. One of them tragically died and caused him to become a serial killer of five children. Or six children.

William tried his best to keep it a secret from his family. Even his daughter.

5 years ago, he decided to bring his daughter to work with him to meet toy Freddy and his friends. She was shy at first, but they reassured they wouldn’t hurt her. And they immediately bonded

7 years later, Y/n was 13 years old at the time. She and William were driving home from the Pizzeria, but a they got into a car accident.

They were taken to a hospital afterwards. William was in good health. But Y/n was in a big condition.

By the time she woke up, William was relieved to see she was okay. But there was something different about her.

Her left arm was now a prosthetic

Y/n didn’t seem very okay with the idea. But William always reassured her that she would be okay.

Y/n went back after a while, and still continued to hang out with the toy animatronics. And it seemed like nothing could go wrong.

Could it?

Present:

Years later…

Kids are all laughing and everyone seems to be having a good time.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, Fazbear entertainment would like you to put your hands together, for the one, the only, Freddy Fazbear.” The speaker announced

“Hello everybody!” Freddy said. “You ready to have a good time? I know I am!”

“Cause it’s Freddy Fazbear's Pizza

For kids it’s number 1

Freddy Fazbear's pizza

Where fantasy is fun.” The animatronics sang

“But not actually guaranteed.” The announcer muttered

….

The show was already over. It was definitely a success

“Wowie! There ain’t nothing I love more than entertaining those tiny humans.” T Bonnie said

“I know, right? That was the most fun I’ve had performing since yesterday!” T Chica said, feeling excited from her job well done

“You guys did a great job today.” T Freddy mentioned. “I think that was one of our best performances yet.”

“I think you’re right, Toy Freddy.” T Bonnie said “Man, I love this job.” He sighed

“So, what’re y’all gonna do now?” T Bonnie asked

“I think I’m gonna go out and play with the little children.” T Chica said

“Well, I’m gonna go visit the marionette.” T Freddy said

“Really? Why do you keep going to see her?” T Bonnie asked. “You know she can’t move around like we can because she’s a puppet. Right?” He said

“I know, but I feel like she’s really listening. And actually enjoys the conversation for some reason. I can’t explain it.” T Freddy said

T Bonnie tilted his head a little. “Uh… that’s kinda creepy, but whatever. I’m just gonna stay here and practice playing my guitar.”

“Alrighty then. I’ll see you guys later.” T Freddy said and waved at his friends

“Bye, Toy Freddy! Have fun!” T Chica shouted

“I think it’s cute.” She said, looking at T Bonnie

“No, it’s weird.” T Bonnie said

As T Freddy was walking to see marionette, he heard a noise coming from the hallway. He went to see what is was, and it wasn’t the marionette. It was her

It was Y/n.

“Ugh. esto se esta poniendo viejo (This is getting old).” She muttered. She’s 25 years old now. But still the same as ever

“Y/n?”

The girl picked herself up to see who called her, and it was T Freddy standing in front of her

“Hey! T Freddy.” Y/n said, as she ran to him and gave him a hug.

“It’s so good to see you.” She said. “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing great. How about you? And how’s your arm by the way?” T Freddy asked

“It’s still getting a few difficulties, but I’m working on it. I even saw your performance on stage. I’d say that was a big success.” She said with a smile

“Thanks. And I’m glad you’re here.” T Freddy said

“Anyway, what are you doing in the hallways?” Y/n asked

“I was just gonna visit the marionette.”

“The puppet?”

“Yeah. You wanna join me?” T Freddy asked

“Yeah. Sure.” She said and the two began walking, but for some reason, there were security guards everywhere

“There are a lot of security guard’s roaming around today.” T Freddy mentioned

“I know. I noticed that too.” Y/n whispered. “I hope everything’s alright.”

They were about to walk towards the door, but got stopped

“Sorry, Mr. Fazbear. You can’t go into this room.” The guard said

“Wait, what? Why?” Y/n asked, wondering what was going on

“We were told to block off all back rooms, and keep anyone from going in. Mr. Dave's orders.” He explained

Y/n wasn’t sure on why her father changed his name. Well, not really, anyway

“O-Oh. Okay, then.” He stuttered. “I guess I’ll just come back later then. Thank you.” T Freddy said and they both walked off

“Okay, something weird is definitely going on around here.” T Freddy said

“I know. Something seems off.”

And that’s when she saw something coming towards them

“Uh… T Freddy?”

“What the! Ah!” He screamed

#fnaf twisted truth #mangle fnaf #toy chica #toy bonnie #toy freddy

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fae-nightray · 2 years ago

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Afton

…

Michael couldn’t remember how many years it had been since it all began. He just remembered waking up from his coma, some sort of sick twisted joke that the universe was playing on him. Him waking up but his little brother long gone from the world. He remembered the doctor coming in, calling him by his last name.

“Doctor you’re wrong, my last name is-”

“Michael, it’s fine, there is no judgment here. I just wanted to let you know that your family’s lawyer is waiting outside to talk with you.”

When the lawyer came in, the conversation was short, but to the point. His father had taken out life insurance policies on himself and all his children when his wife had left. Seeing as how Mr. Afton was dead, and Miachael was the only child left, he became the sole beneficiary. For the several months he was in the hospital dealing with rehabilitation and healing, he thought about what to do with all that money. It was more than he would ever need to use on himself, and he wanted to do something with it that would matter, that would mean something.

Michael thought about his father, and all the evil that man had done. He thought about his brother, about how terrified he was at the end. It was then he decided that he would finally erase the bloody name of Afton. He would turn it into something new. He had taken some engineering and business courses in college, all he would have to do is contact the family lawyer and get some advice.

Advice he did get. He waited a few years to make sure any remaining rumors had died once and for all, and then he announced the plans for the Freddy Fazbears Pizza Plex. A place where kids could experience fun, where parents could have nostalgia, and most of all, a place where families and children could be safe. It worked, at first.

The animatronics were all he could have ever hoped for. He programmed them specifically to have a special ai system that would protect the kids but also not interfere with the parents. They were perfect, with their growing personalities, and abundance of joy, and then his lawyer made a call. He was in need of a new night time security guard, that’s when he was told he had to hire Vanessa. It was fine at first, but he already wasn’t happy that the man had bought a good portion of the company’s shares. Now he was being told who to hire.

He thought Vanessa got along with Freddy and them at first, and then things started happening. Foxy began to glitch out and got into an accident. The Bonnie incident happened. He didn’t take kindly to people potentially harming his animatronics, his friends, his family. So he gave Vanessa the night off, donned his old cap and began to do some investigating. He didn’t know how it happened, everything happened so fast. He found himself in the basement, a level he’d never seen before. He saw a suit, The Suit. He started to panic, to run. His lungs didn’t work like they used to though, he had to pause to try and breathe, and then everything went dark.

When he next woke up everything was still dark, and he heard a voice. “Mr. Afton, did you really honestly think you could change anything? That he somehow wouldn’t be able to find you? As much as you try to run away from the past, it will always catch up to you. Take Vanessa for example. Her older sister was one of your fathers first victims, she still found you. It’s unfortunate we had to corrupt the software in your toys that you worked oh so hard on. I hear Freddy was inspired by your little brother. That he’d be the perfect friend and protector for any little boy that was scared and lost. We’re going to give you one final gift. Since you wanted Freddy to be the brother you never could be, we will let you become him.” Then everything was dark. Everything was dark until he heard a young boy's voice calling his name

#fnaf security breach #fnaf fanfic #fnaf #i think I’m really proud of this actually #it’s sad as hell #but so is the rest of the fandom so #oop

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kandyrezi · 2 years ago

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[ ♡ / ♢ ] Android!Funtime Freddy x Reader hcs.

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» funtime freddy is programmed with basic first-aid knowledge, so you can go to him if any of the other funtime animatronics maul you. which is kinda the reason how you ended up becoming… sort of friends? but even that was pushing it, considering he could have killed you any time he wanted to, he just chose not to. bon-bon had told you it’s because he likes you - you didn’t know at the time if that was a good thing, or not.

» your second meeting had happened during work hours on your another night at the circus-slash-pizza place. your shift started out badly, and ended up becoming even worse. because of that other funtime android (foxy) who’d nearly caught and dragged you away, your leg was basically a fountain of blood with deep bite and scratch marks after managing to escape him. you could barely move, but leaving the underground building hadn’t been an option.

» funtime freddy would find you huddled in the breaker room, and bring you to a first-aid area - on the shelves which it had the medicine cabinet - to bandage up the big, gaping gash in your leg. it wasn’t your first encounter with him (he had scared you to near death back then), but you were still on your toes.

» he has a habit of talking to you in a baby-talk voice mode that almost, unintentionally, sounds patronizing, in that same way one would talk to a kid throwing a temper tantrum. “Aww, wh-what’s wrong, birthday p-pal?” it’s only faux-concern, he was barely hiding a smirk on his expression when he asked as you were writhing and crying on the floor (yeah, you got attacked earlier by foxy, so the wound was, quite clearly, still hurting. didn’t stop this guy from from teasing you though.)

» while funtime freddy prefers to cause pain and death, you’re the only human he won’t try to kill. not only is he one of the more aggressive animatronics, he has violent and erratic mood swings, even more so than someone like toy bonnie or springtrap.

» he is very physically affectionate, and has the strength of ten wrestlers. maybe more.

» he is so loud - loud footsteps, loud voice, and he slams doors and drawers instead of gently closing them. but somehow if you’re asleep near him, he is, surprisingly, deathly quiet. how considerate of him to do that, at least.

» what isn’t considerate is the fact he just loves giving you a good scare whenever he can. he hasn’t stopped even after the first time. intentionally or not. whether you’re just a little bit startled, or if you’re terrified to the point of being ingrained to the ‘freeze’ option in a ‘flight or fight’ response, it makes no difference to freddy. you’re hilarious to him, either way.

» in one instance you almost slipped on some blood on the floor of the funtime auditorium, because he’d forgotten to throw the corpse into the vents when he was done ‘dealing’ with them. oops.

» and speaking of deathly quiet, wherever he’s keeping you, this freaky bear-droid wants to stay with you even when you’re asleep, so you end up precisely with this type of situation:

reader: *slowly opening eyes and waking up from a nap*

funtime freddy, who was watching them sleep the entire time: 👀

reader: SHRIEKING

» he loves cake, even though he can’t actually eat it, because… limitations of being a robot.

» he knows you’re very forgetful, so both him and bon-bon leave you secret sticky notes in the bag you carry around.

» he has terrible separation anxiety, so it’s hard to get alone-time away from him. it takes some convincing and persuasion that you have a job to do, amongst other responsibilities you can’t neglect, although it doesn’t really work in most cases. “What do yo-o-ou mean b-by other r-responsibilities? You should just st-stay here with me and B-bon-bon!”

» at least the aforementioned blue puppet is there to keep him in check, and keep him company to avoid him going completely off the rails.

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(a/n: funfred is a bit of a closet yandere, but i think that’s a given. oh yeah, i’ve got an obvious favoritism for ‘im. <3)

#he likes to watch you sleep. you're the bella to his edward #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #funtime freddy #fnaf x reader #fnaf sister location #fnaf funtime freddy #funtime freddy x reader #fnaf humanization #x reader #fnaf help wanted #ficlets #i usually name him Friedrich in my human!AU but it wasn't relevant here

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jophiel-shakes · 3 years ago

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I’m not sure if you have a character limit, but could I get the glamrocks reaction to them developing romantic feelings (separately) towards a coworker? Thank you, your writing is amazing

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note :: everyone is conflicted cause they luv u

warning :: none

reader pronouns :: they/them

relationship :: pining

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Chica

She’s super excited!!

Feeling infatuation is exciting and new to her, and for her to feel for to you of all people? Amazing!

She’s actually very open about her attraction to you, sometimes too honest.

“Ohmigod, you look amazing today! My heart totally just skipped a beat!”

Her compliments can get a little embarrassing but she could care less.

Chica wants you to know how much she loves you with no shame.

Expect many gifts from her, mainly food. Maybe some plushies of her.

“Take this mini me, to remind me by!” Another addition to your pile of Chica related toys.

She is always asking you out, “Hey hey! Wanna get some pizza after your shift?” Or “I heard the theatre is playing some chick flick, let’s go see it!”

Chica can sometimes be a little overwhelming with her love but she only means well <3

Roxanne

She doesn’t come to terms with her feelings for a while, she tries to repress them. She’s too independent to have a crush!

When she does realise that she’s got feelings for you, she doesn’t want to accept it.

Suddenly she gets flushed around you, always asking herself “Are my standards that low?”

Surprisingly she’s very easily flustered, suddenly compliments from you break down her walls easily.

She’ll react like “W-What did you just say to me?!” Instead of “That’s all?”

She tries to keep up the persona of confidence but fails miserably.

You can totally tell she’s changed, but don’t understand why! The other glamrocks are basically screaming it at you, but you’re too dense.

Roxy will never confess, too embarrassing (and she’s deathly afraid of rejection).

Neither will you, because you have no idea about her feelings!

Pls help these pour souls.

Glamrock Freddy

Freddy is quite in touch with his emotions and knew right away that he had begun to develop feelings for you.

He just has no clue what to do with those feelings!!

He confides in his friends, who all tell him very different things.

Roxy said “Don’t bother yourself with love, get over it and focus on your image.”

Chica (the only sane one apparently) said “Be open! Wear your heart on your sleeve and show them you love them with lots of food!”

Monty simply said “Why the hell are you asking me?”

Conflicted, Freddy decides it’s inappropriate to confess his love due to your work relationship but shows you much love an attention through gifts and words of admiration.

The others don’t keep their mouths shut so you’ll find out sooner or later.

But the bear really dreads/looks forward to that day.

Love is confusing!

Montgomery Gator

Monty doesn’t hate these feeling…

Which is saying a lot considering that he’s him.

He’s always had a soft spot for you and now he understands why.

Granted, these feelings come with jealously and overprotectiveness.

He becomes a little clingy, but brushes it off as just spending time with you so you don’t fuck anything up.

His love language is actually quality time! Activities and lots of fun :)

He loves playing golf with you, he loves it even more when it becomes competitive.

He tried to give you a gift, flowers, once and it honestly wasn’t him but it was the thought that counts!

Because his love language is mainly quality time being around you helps him sort out his emotions and just bathe in the love.

If he embarrasses himself or makes a wrong move expect him to punch a wall- it’s not always sunshine and lollipops.

#fnaf security breach #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf sb #freddy x reader #glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy x reader #roxanne wolf x reader #roxanne wolf #Roxanne x reader #glamrock Chica #glamrock chica x reader #glamrocks x reader #Monty x reader #monty gator #montgomery gator x reader #montgomery gator #Montgomery x reader

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lovesick-feelings · 2 years ago

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Hi!! Could I get some Yandere Toy Bonnie x Reader headcanons? Have a good day!!

Thank you for requesting, beautiful reader! (*^ ‿ <*)♡ Was I the only one put off by Toy Bonnie's voice in Fnaf AR? Don't get me wrong his lines are perfect. They fit very well with his high and mighty personality but his voice sounds so off compared to Toy Freddy and Toy Chica. ╮(╯∀╰)╭ I'm certain if they didn't edit the Voice actors voice to be high pitched it could've come off better (*/ω＼)

♡ How could this happen!? The last thing Toy Bonnie wanted was to fall for some… creature. If it wasn’t for your constant niceness, maybe he wouldn't think of you as often. He hates how much of a distraction you’ve become, yet he can never push you away because of that. *Sigh* Well, since you're obviously a fan, he can't just turn you away. Guess he’ll have no choice but to indulge in your presence.

♡ Toy Bonnie believes you are the luckiest person in the world. Why? Because he likes you, of course! He doesn't take hours from his “Me Time” for anyone. From the moment you enter those doors, you’re supposed to walk straight to him.

♡ You need him, so he’s doing you a huge favor by letting you bask in his presence. Well, at least that’s what he thinks. In reality, he depends on you. He expects you to comfort him, cater to his desires, and listen to his long rants and gossip.

“It’s a good thing I'm here for you Y/N! I wouldn't want my star to be alone on lunch break again” 🤭

“Weren’t you the one who asked-” 😔

“HUSH!! I’m doing you a favor!” ��

♡ Toy Bonnie thrives on attention. Your regards, praise, hell you asking him how he’s feeling that morning makes him feel like a king. You are playing a dangerous game as too much praise will make him overwhelmingly cocky.

♡ Next thing you know, the boy needs repairs because he decided to rub it into withered Bonnie’s non-existent face. Too little will make him really whiny and annoying. He’ll glare at you and let out the most dramatic sighs until you bring it up to him. Even then, he’ll pretend it’s nothing if you don’t beg for it.

♡ He loves bragging about his star just as much as he does about himself. He has no problem talking for hours upon hours about how amazing you are. He’s like a used car salesman. You could be the worst at everything and he’ll still find a way to boast about you like you're worth a million bucks (He believes it but wouldn't say it out loud).

♡ You’re meant to be his and he deserves only the best. He often pulls you close and kisses you in front of his friends. Not only does he love seeing your flustered face, but he gets to make sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to. It’s a win-win!

♡ Toy Bonnie’s is extremely possessive. You could give Toy Bonnie thousands of compliments but he will never overlook the time you complimented someone’s new outfit.

♡ Sure, he'll be pouty around you, but the person receiving the compliment is going to go through hell. He goes out of his way to sabotage their day until they get the message to stay away from you. Next thing you know your co-worker has been fired due to “tampering with animatronics”, “defamation of ingredients”, and in your bosses words “fucking everything up”.

♡ Master manipulator. Toy Bonnie uses it against you constantly and he knows how to use it well. All of a sudden, he tells you how much he hates that co-worker you’ve been talking to. Did you not notice the way they forced their job on you despite them being able to do it? It doesn't matter if they need to attend to someone else. They don’t consider your feelings like he does. They're going to take advantage of you if you keep letting your guard down like this.

♡You’re so used to seeing his sassy front that when he shows defeat you can’t help but feel bad. As soon as you respond to his request, he'll embrace you, supporting your decision. The smug grin on his face would have been more noticeable if it wasn't for his hug. He has you wrapped around his finger and he can’t help but fall for you harder.

♡ Now let's say Y/N is really good at seeing through Toy Bonnie’s Academy Award Performances. Bonnie's final resort will be kidnapping. You’d think he’d be too refined to do it himself, but he enjoys the chase. However, he’s suddenly reminded why he avoids it as you struggle against him. Why are you screaming so loudly? If you only listened, he wouldn't have to drag you by your foot to his room.

♡ Now that you’re both alone, it should be easier to maintain your concentration on him. Your stubbornness now is really bothersome, but it’s nothing he can’t fix now that you can only see him.

“Ya’ know not just anyone is lucky enough to be so close to me. So make sure to only keep those eyes on me, star!”

#yandere toy bonnie #toy bonnie #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #five nights at Freddy's #fnaf #fnaf x reader #yandere fnaf #fnaf yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere hcs #yandere male #yandere toy bonnie x reader #yandere toy bonnie x yn #fnaf 2 x reader #fnaf 2 toy bonnie #fnaf 2 #toy bonnie x reader

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daigina3 · 3 years ago

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Listen. It starts with Eddie being dense as hell. Or Robin being way too obvious- or so obvious that she circles back around to not at all obvious? No, let’s just go with Eddie being dense as hell.

Because one day while fucking around Family Video, Eddie mentions Queen- the band, not the old lady- and Steve comments that Queen wasn’t something he thought Eddie would be into. And it’s true, Queen isn’t Eddie’s style at ALL, but you gotta respect QUEEN, y’know? And he says as much.

And Robin zeros in on him like a hawk. It’s like she’s hit over the head and she suddenly won’t shut about Queen. “Yeah, yeah.. gotta love Queen. Or do you? Do you? Why? What’s so good about Queen? That Freddie Mercury guy sure is cool. Or is he? What do you like about him so much, Eddie?”

And Eddie’s not usually a really defensive guy- or, okay maybe he is. Especially when someone’s asking him why he has any interest in Freddie Mercury while eyeing him up and down. Eddie’s gotten several of Those Looks before- never good- the ones that start as weary of his hair and his leather jacket and chains and then it clicks that it’s not just the clothes they have to worry about. And so he gets a little skeptical.

Eddie notices that Robin, every time he sees her, won’t shut up about- well, gay shit. It’s like she’s trying to catch him out and it makes Eddie want to turn tail and run. He thought she was cool, but maybe he should have known anyone who would date Steve Harrington isn’t that cool- or cool like THAT, anyway- although Eddie thought Steve had changed.. maybe he hadn’t. Maybe Robin was trying to get Eddie to slip and then she and her boy toy Harrington could play a rousing game of kick-the-queer. It wouldn’t be the first time someone Eddie thought was safe turned on him..

So, after the third time Robin loudly mentions that Rocky Horror Picture Show was rented out again, asking Eddie if he’d ever seen it (Eddie dodges the question every time) he does what he does best and turns tail and runs.

(Of course he has though- he’s driven the two hours to Indianapolis twice just for midnight viewings.)

And it sucks- it sucks a lot. It sucks when he drives Max to school and she asks why Eddie’s parking so far away from his usual spot- to avoid Harrington’s car, of course. It sucks when he sees Dustin in the hall and has to make up something about Hellfire prep with Garrett because he was invited to go out but fucking Buckley and Harrington are of course also coming. It sucks when Harrington himself approaches Eddie and he swears he sees Harrington’s hair deflate in disappointment when Eddie once again makes up some reason he can’t join in some movie night.

Eddie has to remind himself that if Harrington’s determined girlfriend catches him out, he’d be lucky just to be excluded. He’s become an outcast and stone-throwing target- and for everyone else it would be expected, but from Dustin? Max? Harrington? He doesn’t know if he could take it. So, distance it is.

And then Buckley corners him. In the parking lot, no less, of Hawkins High- after a late night Hellfire session, Eddie for once wasn’t driving anyone home and was the last out of the building, the street lights shining against the wet black pavement of the empty lot.

Or, empty he thought. He goes to open his car door and a hand reaches out and slams the door shut again. He almost pisses himself but then there she is- Robin Buckley, looking like she’s sharpening her homo-hunting knife right in front of him.

“Jesus H. CHRIST,” Eddie shouts, and his keys go up in the air but he manages to catch them, fumbling, bringing them close to his chest- and Robin doesn’t flinch.

“What is wrong with you?” She says.

“Excuse me? I’m not the one assaulting innocent people in parking lots, Buckley!”

“I’m not *assaulting* you,” she raises her eyebrows and then scrunches them up in her confused kinda way. “I’m calmly asking you why you’re avoiding me and Steve and everyone- it’s been like a month and I can’t help but feel like, I don’t know, maybe it has something to do with-“

He cuts her off- “Where the fuck were you hiding, anyway? Coming out of nowhere like a goddamn ghost!”

Her eyebrows go back up. “Eddie, Steve’s car is like, right behind you.”

He turns around slowly and sure as shit, there it is- headlights on and Harrington in the drivers’ seat, hand raised in an awkward hello. He could have sworn- well, he looks down when he walks a lot- whatever.

He turns back to Robin and she looks up at him, almost sheepish. “I just- listen I know I come on strong and I don’t know when to shut up- I mean if anyone could understand that I thought it would be you-“

He raises his own eyebrows. Not untrue.

“- but I didn’t mean to scare you off, I just thought, you know it would be really cool to have someone else around who- I mean, Steve is nice and all but he doesn’t *get it* get it, you know? So I was just trying to see if- I mean maybe I was wrong, I mean that happens, and if you’re mad at me for assuming, I’m really sorry- but also if you’re avoiding us because of me being gay that’s kind of an asshole move, like I’d expect that from a lot of people but not-“

What?

“You’re gay?” Eddie asks. And he just has to hear it again because.. what?

Robin looks at him like he grew a second head. “Uh. Yeah. Was it not obvious? I mean, not to everyone- most people don’t think girls even can be gay- but the Queen? The Bowie? Rocky Horror? I literally joked about Judy Garland being my good pal- I really thought that was laying it on thick.”

“Holy shit-“

Eddie’s brain floats away and his stomachs sinks into the ground. An epiphany. Holy shit.

“Listen, if I misread something, I’m sorry- but you can’t go around telling people-“

“I’m an idiot,” Eddie all but slams himself against his van, his head making a loud *bang* reverberate through the parking lot. It’s quiet for a minute, Robin staring at him. After a thought occurs to him, he whips his head back round to face her. “Wait, so you’re not dating Steve?”

Instant disgust as Robin twists her face, like Eddie forced her to eat a rotten lemon. “Steve? And ME? Good lord, no, we are platonic! The most platonic! Capitol P, pla-ton-ic!” She sounds it out for him like he’s a kindergartner. And for a second Eddie thinks maybe that’s where he belongs, because he is so *stupid.*

“You’re gay,” he says, his voice almost quiet with stupid disbelief. “And all this time I thought you were trying to pin me so you and Harrington could- I don’t know. Oh my God I’m so. Stupid.”

Robin looks like Christmas morning. “Wait, so- I wasn’t wrong? My sad attempts at gay bonding weren’t misplaced?”

“Gay bonding?!” Eddie has to laugh. And he does- Robin laughs too, mostly just following his lead.

And from there it’s easy. It’s hilarious, actually, how Eddie missed all the usual queues and how Robin overstepped every queue in the book in her haste to make a Real Gay Friend (unheard of in Hawkins). They talk and they double over, laughing, and talk some more, until Steve is honking his horn and yelling out the window. Robin and Eddie lock eyes and there’s still so much to say but it’s already almost 11. They don’t say anything to each other but Robin just knows, so she runs over to him and tells him he’s released from his duties as chauffeur.

Eddie drives her home, and they talk the whole way there. Robin tells Eddie about Steve confessing to her and how awful she felt, drugged up, beaten up, thinking she was going to lose Steve right there, sitting on the tile of that bathroom floor. But she told him, and it was one of the best things to ever happen to her. And when Eddie talks about trips to bars, close scrapes with some weirdos, his uncle finding dirty mags under his mattress and being so incredibly cool about it- she listens. And it’s so cool.

Eddie still can’t believe it, even as Robin waves goodnight from her porch and he’s pulling away.

Gay bonding. Something he never thought was something he would have- not in Hawkins. And over the next few days and weeks, Eddie is at Family Video more than ever; loud, obnoxious, comfortable. He leans over the counter and shares looks with Robin that confuses Steve until he has to throw his hands up. Eddie jokes about Robin getting a girlfriend who can decipher Robin Speak and she says he should be one to talk- who would date a guy who looks like he’s never met a brush in his life? And Steve laughs at that one, adding a point to the notebook he keeps that has “YOU RULE/YOU SUCK” written in big letters on one of the pages.

Eddie thinks his hair is a work of art, requiring a lot of complicated back combing techniques that Robin could never understand. Steve nods his approval and adds another point in a newly added column- “YOUR HAIR RULES/ YOUR HAIR SUCKS.” There’s two points in the “HAIR RULES” column and one point in the “HAIR SUCKS” column and no one has to question whose point is where.

Robin pencils in “FUCK YOU”

And Eddie laughs, doubled over, so incredibly happy.

#this was supposed to be a short text post as a precursor to a story I might write #and then it became an actual. story. oops #If I’d don’t just bag this out on my phone in an hour and we’re at a real computer I’d do more but I’m just typing on tumblr and it’s 1 am #I just love Eddie and Robin so much and I want them to be. HAPPY #stranger things #st4 #eddie munson #robin buckley #eddie & robin #Steve is there too #I wanted to put in actual Steddie but I’m sleepy maybe later #I mean steddie is possible always #and let’s be real they happen later I just can’t get to it rn

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years ago

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Professor Graham

Will Graham x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: student/teacher relationship but they’ll both obviously of age, small age gap, psycho analyzing that’s probably super wrong

Author’s Note: giving you guys my professor adoration AND will? Total package

Summary: Will is your professor and you’re the best student in class.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Will Graham was a good teacher. You had always been adamant about that. When he made the switch from the field to teaching many people were confused, considering how good he was at catching criminals.

But teaching let him be in control. He had the room's attention, the ability to change things at a whim. That was nice.

You were taking his psychoanalyzing class, one he was particularly good at. You sat front row in the lecture hall, your textbook out in front of you and your notebook open to take notes. It was a remarkably large class. Everyone wanted to do psychoanalyzing with Will Graham.

“In this case, how would you look at this person,” Will asked, after putting up a picture of a man. You raised your hand and he pointed his pen at you. “Yes, Y/N.”

“He has scratch marks on his inner collar. Could be defensive wounds or maybe it’s a nervous habit?”

“Yes. Look at the depth of them.”

“Not that deep, probably not a woman's nails.”

“What could that indicate about him as a person?”

“Maybe he has a form of anxiety? Maybe it means he’s guilty? Depends on the severity or the moment he was caught scratching.” “Exactly.” Will gave you a curt nod. You smiled briskly before writing down some of the observations you had made. The class went on and you half listened. Will was easy to follow, he was a simple man. Most of the students were scared to death of them. They had read Freddie Lounds articles about how he may be a serial killer and tried to observe from a distance. You didn’t believe Lounds though. She seemed like a hack.

The class came to a close not long afterwards. People started to file out as you put your things in your bag.

“Miss Y/L/N can you stay for a moment?” You looked up into Will’s eyes though he was looking at you through the rims of his glasses, unable to make eye contact. You nodded and slung your bag over your shoulder. The rest of the room filed out quickly, leaving the two of you alone.

“Is something wrong?” you asked. He leaned against his desk, the projector still on to a picture of some man. The room smelled like old books and ink. Will’s cologne was always strong, you could smell it from the front seat you took. You got a whiff of it now, a couple feet away from him. It was woodsy.

“No, I just…” he trailed off, his head twitching slightly. “You’re doing really well in this class. I have some connections still within the BAU and I think taking some training there would be beneficial for you.” Your eyes went wide.

“Really? Yeah, I mean that would be great. That’s the end goal I guess.” Will was the youngest of your teachers. Still older than you but not by much.

“Good. I’ll see what I can do there.”

“How are your dogs?” You teetered back and forth on your feet. “I’ve been meaning to ask. I know you got that new one off the side of the road.”

“Yeah, Buttercup,” he said and his face lightened a bit. “She’s good. Adjusting well. The other dogs really like her.” You smiled gently.

“That’s great!” You reached in your bag, shuffling around. You pulled out a small dog toy that you had picked up. “I haven’t seen my family dogs in ages. I wanted to gift yours with something fun to play with.” He took it, thankfully.

“That’s very kind of you.”

“It’s nothing.” You cleared your throat. “Well if that’s all…” He nodded once.

“Yeah. I’ll get back to you about the BAU.”

“Yeah awesome. Thank you Professor Graham. I’ll see you at class on Wednesday.” You smiled wryly and then left the room. Will half heartedly let out a sigh.

“Will. Just Will,” he muttered but you were already gone. He looked down at the dog toy you had gotten him. It was one of the fancy ones, recommended by some dog association. He put it on his desk beside his bag.

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You opened up the door to the lecture hall and let out a sigh of relief as the door shut behind you. The room was empty other than Will. You were early. Really early. You just wanted to escape the hustle and bustle of other classes, other students. School could get overwhelming.

“Class doesn’t start for 25 more minutes,” Will said, sitting at his desk. You shrugged.

“Just wanted to see my favorite Professor.” You walked down the steps.

“Yeah?”

“And I just wanted some silence,” you admitted. You sat down at your normal spot. “I’m tired.”

“I am always tired.”

“And hungry.”

“Human problems, tsk tsk,” he said, putting his pen down. You smiled and laid your head on the desk.

“How about your Professor? Can’t imagine teaching and looking after a hundred dogs is easy.” “I don’t have a hundred,” he said, chuckling. “Only like 16.” You snorted. “Plus, they keep me sane.”

“Maybe I should get a dog for my dorm. I need something to keep me sane. I’ve been eating ramen and cereal for breakfast, lunch and dinner.” Will looked down at the paperwork he was scribbling on. He wasn’t doing a great job at getting work done.

“Why don’t you come over for dinner?” He said it without thinking but he didn’t regret asking.

“Really? You can cook?”

“I can try. Plus, the dogs love the toy you gave them, they want to thank you in person.” “That would be really nice. Here uh.” You got up and walked over to him. “I’ll give you my number and you can text me the address.” He fumbled for his phone and gave it to you. You quickly put your number in and handed it back to him. “Text me.”

“I will.” ===

“You weren’t kidding when you said you lived out in the middle of nowhere,” you said laughing. The dogs gathered around you. You took the time to pet each of them, memorizing their faces and happy barks.

“Gives the dogs lots of room to play.” You nodded once. He looked much less formal. Just a tshirt and jeans. No glasses. You couldn't remember the last time you saw him without glasses. You smiled kindly.

“What’s for dinner?”

“Take out.” You chuckled.

“Well it smells amazing.” You walked forward into the dining room. The food was already laid out.

“I really hope you like chinese.”

“I love it.” You sat down at the table and he followed suit. Neither of you bothered to bring up that this dinner date was probably inappropriate. It wasn’t worth mentioning.

Instead, for the first time in a long time, Will just sat and bantered with someone. No murder talk, no worries about if they liked him or not. You ate your food (fed some noodles to the dogs) and had a good time.

He asked you to call him Will though. Professor was a little weird.

“Thank you so much for dinner Will.”

“Yeah of course, anytime. Thanks for coming.” You nodded once. You stepped out onto the porch. It was dark outside.

“It’s spooky out here. I can’t imagine living by myself.”

“I’m not by myself.” He gestured to the dogs. You nodded, petting one on the head.

“Great company.” “Absolutely.” You cleared your throat and grabbed your keys.

“Well I’ll see you at class. I won’t mention this to anyone, just in case.” He nodded, grateful. You strayed, like you were waiting for something. He realized suddenly that he wanted to kiss you. He knew that would probably get him in trouble but if he waited any longer he would miss his chance.

So he kissed you. Quickly, gently.

When he pulled away your eyes were fluttering with embarrassment and he worried he had done something wrong. You giggled though and that made him feel better.

“We should do this again,” you said. He laughed dryly.

“Sounds good. Yeah.”

“I’ll see you at class. Oh and hey, don’t bump up my scores just because I’m a good kisser.”

“Who said you were a good kisser?”

“Will!” His hand lingered on the door as he laughed.

“I’m kidding. I won’t, I promise.” “Good. See you then.” You turned around and finally got to show your emotion on your face, eyes wide, a smile on your lips. You got in your car and suppressed some more laughter.

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