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snzysimper · 2 years ago

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FINALLY!! I haven’t posted a fic in AGES. Apologies for that. This is probably the longest thing I’ve ever written. I’m really proud of how this turned out. It took me a while, but I hope it was well worth the wait for everyone. This is the re-write of this fic. I tried to keep it loyal to the original, but also make it better.

Note: I had everything italicized and shit, but tumblr is stupid and doesn’t keep it when it gets copy pasted from a google doc so I’ll go back and fix it later. For now, you can just use your imagination because I am to lazy to do it rn.

Another note: not that this really matters, but Security Breach doesn’t exist in my AU, so first of all, no ‘Burntrap’ and also no SB Vanessa. I much prefer the fan made version from Help Wanted, so that is who I use in my fics and such, but feel free to portray it however you like. She just looks better. Feel free to look at some fan art else where.

A Warm Surprise

A Will/iam x Van/ny Snz Fic

Written by SnzySimper

Word Count: 1950

TW: Spray, Snz (ofc), mentions of deceased children (only briefly)

| I am allowed to write what I want and I would appreciate if you keep whatever rude comments you may have to yourself |

It is about 11 o’clock at night. The pizzeria was far past closing, which was 8 o’clock. One would generally expect for the place to be empty. Isn’t that how this works anyway? Starting in only one hour, the haunted robots spring to life and, well, you know the rest. But, no, not right now. We are far beyond that point. Long story short, after the closing and re-opening, new animatronics were made, and the Fazbear brand was re-started after someone bought the name. As of the current moment, a new man owns the name brand. Well, not quite. After escaping his presumably eternal hell, William Afton put his consciousness inside of a game, making himself nothing but a piece of computer code. With the help of an innocent bystander, he was set free into the world again and, under a new name, bought his company back. Who’s his partner in crime, you may ask? A young woman named Vanessa, or Vanny, as William usually calls her. His little reluctant follower, although she has become less reluctant as time has gone by. In fact, she had become much less of a follower and more of a friend. The two did most everything together. Were they themselves together? Well, no. Not right now, anyway.

Sitting down on a table, Vanny looked over towards the animatronics. They were powered off, as they should be. She and ‘Dave’ planned to keep it that way. No more vengeful ten year olds wanting to damn your soul. And hopefully not ever again. He didn’t have any reason to make it happen again. He had obtained his immortality, so why would he need to kill more children. It’s not like he needs the remnant. She glances around the pizzeria, not used to it being so empty and quiet. No sounds of children giggling and screaming. No music. Only the hum from the air conditioner. A bit creepy and unsettling to most, but she had come quite accustomed to it. She found it almost peaceful. It was silent, and peaceful, and not a single sound to-

“-gGGes’SSHHhss!!”

Slightly startled at the broken silence, Vanny looks up. She was alone in the pizzeria, minus her ‘boss’. It had to have been him. Come to think of it, had she ever heard him sneeze before? Being a computer code, she didn’t really think he could sneeze. Oh well. Who cares? A sneeze is a sneeze. No skin off her teeth. She pulls out her phone, not paying it anymore mind. “Hh’gGG’shhh!!..’Ggsshh!” Well, this was certainly interesting. It was strange enough for this to happen once, granted that it had never happened before. But three times? Curious to what could possibly be happening, Vanny hops off of the table to go and find him. It was getting to be time to head home, so she should go and get him anyway.

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“Hhhh…”

Sitting at his desk, William breathes heavily. He was happy that the day was finally over. He could just go home and fall asleep on the sofa. He crosses his arms and lowers his head, about to fall asleep in the chair. In front of him are blueprints for trying to fix SpringBonnie. Trying. Although he may as well just start from scratch. The suit itself is beyond repair, but the internal parts, or at least the springlocks, could possibly be salvaged. It would take a good bit of effort though. As the AC turns on, he shivers, wrapping his arms tightly around his chest. Was it usually this cold in the pizzeria? Or maybe someone had just messed with the thermostat. Who knows. Giving William the benefit of the doubt, he is a TWIG. The average weight for someone who is 7’2 is around 230. William is 190. One could say that this is due to him not eating much. He doesn’t see a reason why he should. As we have previously established, he’s already immortal. It isn’t like he can starve. Although, the occasional meal is nice. He slowly raises and tilts his head back, his breath hitching slightly. “hhHh’GGschh!!” Damn. Why is he so cold? Wiping his nose on the back of his hand, he sighs. Was it possible he could- no. No, no. He’s a piece of computer code for crying out loud; barely even able to be classified as a human being at this point. Being sick is completely out of the question.

Right?

It had been a long day of listening to the same 6 songs on repeat, children's laughter, and, worst of all, the smell of shitty cheap pizza. He was more than ready to go home by now. Vanny walks in the room, softly knocking on the door. “Mr. Afton?” She walks up behind him, and gently places her hand on his shoulder. Having completely zoned out, he jumps at the touch of her hand. She jerks her hand back. “M-Mr. Afton-! I’m so sorry, did I wake you?” While they were ‘friends’, Vanny’s voice still trembled whenever addressing him. She knew all that he had done in the past, and was terrified of what he would be capable of doing now that he was immortal and essentially invincible. William, however, didn’t respond in his usual manner. “Vanessa,” he gives her a small weak smile. He doesn’t face her directly. He simply looks back at her using only his eyes. His piercing, icy blue eyes. “It’s nearly midnight.” She wrung her hands. “Shouldn’t we be leaving soon?”

“Yes. Worry not, we will be heading out soo-”

He abruptly stops speaking. He looks a bit dazed for a moment before quickly bringing his hand to his face, pinching his nose. “Ht’nnt-!” It is almost silent. “Ht’nxxt!! ‘nxxT -nnt!” And again. “hhHt’nkkt!!”

“Bless you,” Vanny says softly. He lets go of his nose, which is now a warm pink, and sniffles as he wipes his nose on the back of his hand. “Hhh, thank…thank you.” At last, he turns in his chair to face her. Vanny is worried by the sight of him. His cheeks are a touch of pink, and so does his nose, although his nose is a brighter shade. The parts of his face that aren’t flushed somehow look even more pale than they usually do. The dark circles under his eyes are more noticeable than normal. Tiny droplets of sweat are present on his forehead. Almost by instinct, she reaches up and gently presses the back of her hand against his forehead. “Mr Afton, you look awful. Are you feeling alright?” Realizing that she literally just reached up and touched his face without any sort of warning, she panics and quickly tries to jerk her hand away. Before she can fully pull her hand away, William reaches up and presses the palm of her hand against his cheek, sighing happily. Vanny blushes, shocked by the intimate gesture. He closes his eyes and lowers his head. He looks very happy to say the least. “Your hand,” he says quietly. “It feels really warm. It feels nice.”

“Your face is very warm, too. And not in a good way.” She lets him hold her hand and uses her other hand to feel his forehead again, now assuming that he doesn’t mind her touching his face. “You have a fever. I’m sure of it.” She removes her hand from his forehead and moves his hair so it isn’t covering his eyes. “Mmhm,” he hums in agreement, although she is quite sure that he isn’t paying all that much attention to what she is saying. She laughs softly. “Come on, let's go home.”

Vanny helps walk him into the house. Leaving her side, William walks away and flops face first onto the couch. He looks pretty comfortable. Vanny giggles. She isn’t used to seeing him so relaxed. Usually when he interacts with others, he lacks much emotion and is very curt. Any time someone tries to care for him or assist him with something non-work related, he snaps at them to leave him alone. With her he is usually a bit more friendly, but not much. Tonight, he had been everything but that. He even smiled at her. Vanny walks over to the couch and sits down next to him. William helps himself and rests his head on her lap. She lets out a small squeak, shocked at the fact that he is being so affectionate. She sighs and begins gently scratching his head. He smiles. “We should probably get some medicine for you.” William hums softly. “I’m fiiine.” He closes his eyes, sighing softly. Vanny sighs. “Alright. If you say so.” She didn’t want to challenge him on anything, so as not to take his gentle and chill attitude for granted.

They are silent for a good ten minutes before William starts sniffling. Vanny looks down at him. He is rubbing his face with the back of his hand, his nose clearly irritated. William eventually gives up, deciding that his efforts to relieve the itchy tickling sensation in his nose are fruitless. He looks adorable, Vanny thinks. She gently presses the tip of his nose with her index finger. “h’EHshhSS!” Vanny jumps slightly. “Oh. Bless you.”

“Mmm..what was thah for?” He grumbles sleepily. “Sorry. You just looked so cute. Your nose was twitching like a little bunny.” Vanny giggles. William rolls over to face up at her, his eyes still closed. “Could you..do it again?” She is a bit surprised, and pretty confused. “What, why would you want-”

“My nose..it’s still itchy. I need to sneeze. Please…” He opens his eyes looking up at her, his eyes practically begging for her to do something. Vanny can’t help but feel bad for him. “Alright.” She takes her thumb and index finger and begins gently rubbing the sides of his nose.He sniffles a few times as she continues to gently touch his nose. “I-is this helping? Is it working?” He sniffles once again. “Y-yeah, snff, sorta.” Vanny moves from the sides of his nose to the base, just below his nostrils. “Oh- hihh right sndff there..” She continues rubbing his nose, a bit harder this time. William’s breath is hitching. He tilts his head back, before inhaling sharply. “Hh’Gggshhs!! HGg’essh!! EH-shhiis! Ht’chh ‘chtt!!” He tries his best to avoid spraying Vanny, although he still gets her a little. Vanny lifts his head off of her lap. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go find some tissues.” She quickly rushes out of the living room to go and search for tissues.

William sits up, holding his nose shut as he continues to sneeze wetly. “hMP’tchh! Ht’CHH!! T’chh k‘chh -gSHH!!” Vanny comes back with a box of tissues and sits back down on the couch. She hugs William, leaning him back in her arms. She holds the box of tissues out in front of him. He quickly grabs one and holds it up to his face. “H’ppshh!! Hh’IISHH!!” He sighs, having been able to finally catch his breath. He rubs his nose with the tissue. His nose is revealed to be much more pink than it was before. He sniffles, draping his arms on Vanny’s shoulders, holding on to her like a sloth. He rests his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes. “I’mb sorry sndDF for..snff sneezigg on you.” Vanny chuckles softly. “It’s alright. I don’t mind.” She rubs his head and begins playing with his hair. Laying down, she holds onto William and hugs him close. “Try and get some sleep, alright?” William hums in response. It isn’t long before she hears him softly snoring. She smiles, kissing the top of his head. “Sleep well, Mr. Afton.”

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snzysimper · 2 years ago

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Jesus fucking Christ

Here you are ladies and germs

LE CRINGE

I’m going to cry. I hate my life 😭😭😭

I’ve had this idea in my head for a while. I hope someone can enjoy it.

| I am allowed to write what I want and I would appreciate if you keep whatever rude comments you have to yourself |

-W/illiam A/ftonxV/anny-

Desc:

It appears William as caught a head cold. His loyal partner Vanny does all she can to help.

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It is another late night at Freddy’s . Vanny walks down the hall to check on her boss. She opens the door to his office to see him, half asleep, zoned out staring at a stack of papers piled in front of him. “Mr. Afton? What are you doing?”, she asks. Startled by her voice, he jerks his head up and quickly turns around to see who it is. “Who’s there-oh. Hey Vans. Heh, y-you scared me.” He is hoarse and sounds congested. He gives her a weak smile.

Vanny gets a good look at his face. His nose is red, he has dark circles under his eyes, he looks even more pale than usual , and his eyes are glossy. “I was just wondering what time we were planning on leaving. It’s nearly midnight.” He sniffles and wipes his nose on the sleeve of his shirt. “ Is it truly that late already?” He glances at his watch, sinks down in his chair and closes his eyes. “I’ll be out in a few minutes,” he replies. “We are going home soon, I promis-EIh-NXXT! 'TCHOO! hahhhhh,HAT’NXXT!” He once again wipes his nose on his sleeve.

“Bless you”, Vanny says as she walks over to his desk. She takes her finger and moves his hair out of his face so she can look at him. “Whud are you doigg?”,his nasally voice asks.“Are you alright? You don’t sound very well, and you haven’t been yourself today. Is something wrong?” He sighs, burying his face in his hand. “I’mb immortal. I can’t get- IT’NXXT! Ugh, sicc.”

“So you are sick!”, Vanny says excitedly. “I knew it!” William’s face contorts in agony. “Dambit. Why did I say thah?”, he mutters to himself. “Come on, let’s go home. I can make you some soup or something-”

“Nope.”, he says flatly. “Nope, nope, nope. Sorry, kiddo. Not gonna happen.” He shakes his head. “Oh? And why not?”, she asks, folding her arms. “I simply refuse to let it happen.”, he replies.

“Well, that’s too bad, ‘cause it’s gonna happen whether you like it or not.”

“Oh no it’s not.”

“Yes. It is.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, kid.”, he chuckles. He coughs into his arm and sniffles.

“ I’m not a kid! I’m a 23 year old woman.”

“And I’m a cranky 70 or 80-something year old man!”, he looks at her. “Besides, I don’t need you to anyway. I am capable of taking care of-HEIK’CHOO! eIT’SHOO! Ugh, m-mbyself.”

“Well, I still want to help you. You are my boss. You have done so much for me. You found me and took me in. All you’ve made me do in return is set you free, which I did. I feel like I should give back to you in some way.”

He gets up from his chair and walks over to the door. “Stop arguigg with mbe . I already have a headache.” The two walk out of the office, lock the door, and go to exit the building. “Please, Mr. Afton? I just want to give back to you.”, she insists. William sighs. “Finde. Do whatever you want. I don care any mbore.”

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The two open the door to the house. William flops on the couch and turns on the TV. Vanny goes to the bathroom to find the thermometer. She returns with it and sticks it in his face. He obediently opens his mouth. 100.2. Not the worst thing in the world, but not great. “Mr. Afton, do you have any medicine?”, Vanny asks, rummaging through the cabinets. “If I do, it’s probably either for children and/or expired.”, he says.

No medicine. Wonderful. She did, however, manage to find a few tissue boxes. William has his face shoved into a pillow. There is a good bit of muffled coughing coming from his side of the room. Vanny, feeling bad she can’t give him anything for it, sits down next to him. She begins rubbing his back to try and ease the coughing. Eventually, it stops. “ Why don’t we stay home tomorrow? I can get you some medicine in the morning.”

“Tomorrow’s Sunday, so we don’t open until 2:30 anyway.”, he says. “Oh, right.”, she remembers. “Besides, there is just one-hehhhh…Hih’NXXT! hu’NNXT! ‘NXXT!- snf o-one party. I’m pretty sure they rented the whole place for the entire day, so that means our job is relatively easy. No taking stuff down in between- T’CHOO!- parties….”, he sighs. Vanny smiles at him. “Well, then, you can lay on the couch in your office and rest.” She pulls out a few tissues and gives them to him. He sneezes a few more times into the tissues. “Good night, Mr. Afton.”

“Good night, my sweet girl.”

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