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Yeah, uh.. it’s amazing how the human body can live without the frontal lobe… y’know?

baby’s 2nd fic I think? That I’ve ever posted at least, anywho this is an old vent fic, pls don’t tear it apart too harshly I didn’t get to be a med student in full and I didn’t research how much pain the human body can handle or how long it would take to pass out after this.. tl;dr you get Chomped™️

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Flipping through the cameras, all you could hear was the static of a broken radio and faintly - just faintly - the sound of the music box playing from the prize corner. You couldn't find the damn fox in any of the surveyed rooms, meaning it could only be in the hall, in one of the vents, or.. heugh, best to shake that one off. Besides, there's no way it could have gotten into the office already.

Looking away from your monitor, you flashed your light down an empty hall, not even one of the rabbits were down there, waiting to tear your face off. Going back to the monitor, nothing showed up in either vent, and still that annoying static seemed to reverberate through your skull, as if teasing you with the fact that one of the most fucked up things in this place couldn't be found. Checking through each of the cameras, yet again, it finally showed up in the game area, it in one corner and the small, child-like animatronic in his typical place, if not in the vent or in the office.

If the small one came in you wouldn't be that bad off, sure you wouldn't be able to use your flashlight for a bit but at least he wouldn't be trying to chop your head off with his little sign. But while you monolouged this to yourself, the Mangle seemed to have disappeared again, the static still echoing through the halls and through the screen, but the pink and white fox was once again nowhere to be found. What had you panicking, was that the static seemed to be closer and the not-so-quiet sound of metal on metal reached your ears, though you couldn't distinguish if it was coming from the hall or from the vents.

Checking the cameras, the red warning flashed a signal that if you weren't quick about rewinding it the music box would be running out. Winding it up as far as it would go, you switched cameras from the prize corner to the vents only to find nobody in them. You would have found this strange, if you weren't missing one whole robot out to skin you.

Running through the cameras once more to no avail, you shone your flashlight down the hall to also reveal nothing but the fact that the fox you had been looking for is now in the corner of your office, staring at you wide-eyed from the ceiling as you frantically made to put on the Freddy mascot head you had been given, hoping it wasn't too late to fool the thing into thinking you were one of them. You watched quietly as the robot climbed from the severed wires that crawled across the corner into the hall, you didn't dare to breathe in fear that it would alert the fox and it would change it's mind about not killing you then and there. Once it was out of sight, you shakily took off the mascot head and moved to shine your light again only for the jaws of the Mangle to come flying at you.

Mouth wide open and you still in shock from it even being in your office, the Mangle had encased your entire head in it's mouth.The impact wasn't enough to give you more than a large migraine, however the large hands that held you tightly in place as the jaw slowly closed with an increasing amount of pressure was enough to send you into a frenzy. Despite the fact that the robt was several times larger than you, you made an attempt to remove yourself from it's grasp, to which the fox only tightened it's grip on your shoulder and arm, it's sectioned fingers allowing the force to exceed past simple bruises. As it's fingers tightened the sharp and metal teeth of it's endoskeleton were finally begining to put an uncomfortable amount of pressure on your skull, large plastic teeth dragging at your cheeks and neck while small jagged ones dug into your flesh.

Your attempts to pry the thing's mouth from you were unsuccessful, as the joints in it's jaw continued to close and the blood from your forehead wasn't making things any easier, instead causing your fingers to easily slip off and get pinched in this.. monster's jaw. The mouth only continued to close, the uncomfortable pressure now a stinging pain as the metal set of teeth still dug into your forehead and scalp. You felt like you were going to pop, between the dull pain from impact and the burning sensation of being bitten into like a fruit. Blood seeped down your temples and the bridge of your nose, though you wouldn't have been able to tell it from sweat if it weren't for the bright crimson.

Soon enough there was an audible crack as the robot's jaws broke through your skull, first through your forehead and then through your scalp, digging impossibly further until adrenaline seemed to numb the pain.. or was it blood loss? Either way, as the robotic creature cotinued to bite down on your skull, you couldn't move. Even if you wanted to, the animatronic would have kept you planted behind the desk if the shock of being in this situation hadn't frozen you first. As you slowly bled out, the animatronic never moved, continuing to now bite through the frontal lobe of your brain as your vision blackened and your consiousness drained.

[writingvauit]

Don’t Sweat, Train-Wreck

An old self-comfort fic I made either following or during an anxiety/panic attack, so here it is for the masses to enjoy on tumblr dot com <3

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You didn’t feel good.

Your chest was too tight and your back felt like it was being pinched. You couldn’t feel your footsteps.

Shakily, you lowered yourself down and through the opening of the slide. The landing seemed to jostle your heart, making it harder to keep your breathing pace.

You wanted to call out, but if you opened your mouth you knew you’d start crying. Right now you needed to focus on breathing.

The lights were all on, as per usual. You didn’t know where he was, and you didn’t want to look for him, so you sank into the ball pit and tried to keep your breathing even. The music helped a little.

You registered something he said, but you couldn’t quite focus yet. You waited for him to approach you, lifting your arms at him.

The coolness of his arms helped ground you, attaching yourself to his shoulders and torso to feel more of the metal casing keeping his wires and endoskeleton hidden from the public. He could tell you were upset and suddenly his words felt too loud, as if cotton had been removed from your ears and had yet to adjust.

Hiding in your shoulders, he simply sat with you and rocked from side to side, allowing you time to soothe and gather your thoughts. Unfortunately, now that your heart had unclenched and your throat felt empty, your eyes felt too heavy to begin explaining.

But that was okay. He would be with you the entire time, keeping you safe and there when you were ready. No need to rush, superstar.

[writingvauit]

Hello hello, and welcome to the writing vault!

Here (and on Ao3 under writingvault!) you'll find mainly fanfics, mainly focusing around Five Nights at Freddy's (FNaF). My main blog is @honey-hybrid , so any likes or follows from that account is still me!

I may end up branching out and creating other fics for other fandoms (such as MHA and BG3), as well as possibly writing for OCs, but I hold FNaF very near and dear to my heart.

Please note that I simply write to express ideas that pop into mind and in no way am I any sort of professional author or anything. That being said, none of my works have been or ever will be created using generative AI, and I do not support or condone the use of GAI to create and post fanfic or art in general.

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Don’t Be Late

Good morning! This is supposed to be an interpretation of one of the missing children being led through the Pizza Party level in FNaF VR: Help Wanted but it could also be an investigator following their footsteps to figure out what had happened to them..

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One step, another step, and another. The sound of my shoes tapping down the hall echoed off the walls as if my steps were farther along than I was. The thin covering of water on the black-and-white checkered tiles made an almost completely reflective surface, the broken parts of once beloved animatronics appearing to watch me from all angles.

Between the tapping of my shoes and the quiet splashing of water dripping from the ceiling, I could hear his giggling, though whether it was in my head or if he was close seemed to escape me. Red marked the walls in taunting phrases, X’s covering doors and arrows lining the walls. If I looked carefully enough, I’d find his little plush accompanied by the one phrase I’d come to hate the most: Do you trust me?

I stood still as I looked at the three doors in front of me, one covered in arrows pointing to open it. It’d only lead me back to the previous room, and I can’t afford to be late. I glanced at the bare door before dashing over to the one labeled NOT THIS ONE! It was as if he was trying to exploit a child’s desire to disobey by making those doors the right ones.

I was brought to another hall, doors all over the place. On the left, on the right, straight ahead. Even ones that weren’t connected to anything, just floating in the air. This is where I keep messing up; there were so many marked as the wrong door. The only door with arrows pointing towards it was the one at the very end of the hall, but that was the very first door I tried, and all it did was put me right back to where I started. I’ve already tried several of these doors, and all of them brought me back to previous points in this impossible building.

Crossing to the right, I scanned over the doors with my flashlight, trying to remember which doors I’d already tried. A few of them were easy to spot as they had muddy shoe prints at the bottom from when I’d been frustrated and kicked them open instead of turning the knobs.

I crossed over to the left, skipping over the doors with shoe prints and scanning the others. In the light, the red of the X’s and words was almost blinding, shining back at me. I studied a door for a moment before reaching up and turning the knob, hoping it was the right door and I’d finally be able to leave.

But of course, it wasn’t. It spat me back out in the elevator, an animatronic crawling across the ceiling and the question written above the front door taunting me again: What is your favorite ice cream flavor? The answer was always the door labeled CHOCOLATE, whether that was your favorite or not.

Stepping out of the elevator, I almost knocked over the plush that he had planted everywhere, always encircled by the question, Do you trust me? Luckily it hadn’t fallen over, only been pushed slightly out of place. I scooted it back into its original position, knowing I might lose time was less important than what he might do if he notices something out of place.

Dashing over to the CHOCOLATE door, I was brought back to the hall with the water on the floor, rain still dripping from the ceiling as I walked back to the three doors and immediately entered the one marked as wrong. I was brought back into the longer hall, the number of doors almost laughing at me. No matter how many times I come through here, how many wrong doors I pass through, I can’t ever seem to find the ‘right’ door. Looking over the doors again, I noticed some of them had bigger X’s on them than others, though whether it was to ‘spice things up’ or if they held any importance, I wasn’t sure. As I scanned the doors around me, I realized something that would have been helpful the first dozen times I’d been through here - one of the floating doors had prize boxes stacked up to it like a ladder.

I climbed the boxes carefully, making sure to place my feet in the very center of each ribbon, and making sure not to drop my flashlight as I ascended. Once I reached the door, I pushed it open and crawled through, finding myself in the kitchen. One of the animatronics stood off to the side as I studied the three doors in front of me, and I ran across the room to the door in the middle, looking back to see the animatronic eating a slice of pizza with a happy look on her face. I opened the door to find myself back in the rainy hall, tears of frustration building up in my eyes. But I couldn’t cry, he told me if I cried I wouldn’t get cake. So, I went back through the door on my left, back into the room with hundreds of doors. I stared at the tiled floor, scuffing it with my shoe. Taking a moment to calm down, I scanned the hallway with my flashlight. The beam revealed balloons of every color, grey walls covered in children’s drawings, and plate buddies.

Once I no longer felt like I was going to cry, I went towards the box stack, climbing up to the door again. Pushing the door open, I crawled back into the kitchen, the animatronic back in the corner of the room and crossing over to get a slice of pizza. This time I studied the doors more carefully. There were words above each door, though I couldn’t quite make them out. I think above the middle door said ESCAPE, but I know that’s not the truth. Looking at the door to my left, all I could see was ESSE, and the door on my right didn’t have anything written above or on it. I dashed across the room and to the door, looking back at the animatronic still chomping away on pizza.

Turning the knob, I found myself back in the long hallway, but instead of a bunch of doors there was a single door at the very end of the hall, dozens of balloons and prize boxes taking up the space where the other doors once were. Right beside me was an animatronic my size, holding a duel-colored balloon in his left hand and a sign reading BALLOONS in his right. Where there was only one door to go through, I ran to the end of the hall and opened it. I looked behind me to see that the little animatronic had spun to face me, and I quickly moved to the next room and closed the door behind me.

And I was back in the rainy hall, the red arrows lining the halls with bright red X's covering two of the doors. But this time, one was open. The center door was open, and of course, I went over and entered the office. Everything was shut down, no lights, no sounds, nothing. It was as if this place was void of all life, the only remainder of what this place once was hanging in the air as the heavy scent of smoke from years ago. As I was looking over the buttons that were once smashed by someone scared out of their wits, the vent hidden by the desk slammed open, as if to say hey, I'm over here!

As soon as I crouched into it, the vent door slammed shut behind me, trapping me inside. I crawled forward until the vent split into two, the little plush rabbit sitting against the wall: Do you trust me?

Bright red arrows pointed to the vent on the right, signaling that was the right way to go, and there was nothing on the vent to the left. Usually he would have marked it as a Don't go this way! area, but there was just… nothing.

So, I went with the arrows. Climbing out onto a wooden floor, this new room had prize boxes everywhere, and the little rabbit plush was nowhere to be found. The room was surrounded by a purple curtain, almost like the one on the stage. This was it, this had to be the end.

Before I could stop myself, all of the frustration from going through wrong doors and the relief of it all being finally over boiled up and spilled in tears, rolling down my cheeks and turning my nose red. Once I realised that I was crying, I quickly rubbed at my face, trying to get rid of the evidence before he showed up.

The curtains shifted, his fingers pulling the curtain to the side to reveal himself, that ugly bunny face of his. He waved excitedly at me, then motioned for me to follow him before disappearing behind the curtain again. The most infuriating thing about him was that he never talked. He'd make hand gestures to convey what he was trying to say, or he'd pull a sign out of the inside of his vest - such as the No tears, or no cake! sign he pulled out before sending me on a wild goose chase. I looked around, and there was a metal door to the side of the room. It wasn't marked with anything, so instead of checking it out, I followed him.

As soon as I moved out of the room and into the pitch black of the curtains, he took my flashlight from me and made the first sound I'd heard from him besides giggling

"Shhhh."

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Hope This Time I Will Be Found

hello hi here is a drabble idea I had based specifically off the line “I don’t dare to sleep alone / Don’t go” from She Knows by Rockit Music.. so here’s soft mike.

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The loud pulsating bass from the headphones nestled firmly over his ears pulsated in time with the gnawing ache of his skull, almost working as a counter balance to the migraine that’s been steadily growing since learning the news- Fazbear’s Fright: The new horror attraction that puts Freddy’s rumours front and center! Are YOU brave enough to survive the night?

Michael wasn’t, not tonight anyways. He just learned what had happened to his sister all those years ago, and it was their own father that put him up to it. “Go find her”, their father had said. “Put her back together”, he’d said. Yet conveniently he had left out the part where she had been sucked into that big old clown he claimed he had built for her, and the part where apparently everything down there wanted to kill him. What a splendid time for the apple to not have fallen far from the tree.

As well as the music worked as a distraction from his own racing thoughts, it unfortunately worked twice as well as a distraction from what was right in front of him, resulting in bouncing off some poor soul who seemed to have a far worse sense of balance than he did judging by the way they all but crashed backwards onto the sidewalk before Mike had actually registered what was happening.

“Jesus- watch where you’re fuckin’ going, ‘uh?” You uttered, surveying your palms for any damage before wiping them gingerly against your pants. No blood, but it still stung from how hard you went down- your hands, and your rear.

“Sorry- could say the same of you, though.” Mike retorted after having pulled the headset from his ears, hand outstretched in your direction- which you promptly ignored.

“The same of me? I’m not the one taking up the entirety of the sidewalk,” You continued on, propping yourself up with one hand and the other unintentionally finding Mike’s in trying to balance yourself enough to get upright again. “Then again..”

You paused once you finally bothered to look up at him, your eyes catching his and partially squinting in confused familiarity and your brows furrowing to match. Mike quirked his brow back, and that’s when it clicked.

“What, cat got your tongue?” He teased, watching the connection catch up in your face, his voice holding a trace of that cocky attitude you’d known him for back in the day.

“…Michael, you cheeky bastard!” You finally exclaimed, shoving him in the shoulder as the brit let out a small laugh. “I didn’t realize your family still stuck around after the shit that went on with Fredbear’s and all. How’s it been, man?”

This caused a subtle hitch in Mike’s stature, his shoulders faintly rising and his lungs pausing momentarily. It wasn’t something that went unnoticed by you, but it’d been too long for it to be something you point out comfortably.

“It’s uh.. it’s been a trip,” He offered with a soft chuckle, as if not wanting to immediately put off the mood. “I’ve managed to inherit Father’s place. Haven’t seen or heard from him in a while, but that’s where I’m headed. Home, that is.” It felt awkward, him trying to explain without using too much information. Sure, you’d been there the day his brother had been.. well, crushed, but everything that followed… it felt too big for Michael, let alone someone now completely outside of it all.

“Well shit,” You offered softly, your expression gentle but not the same looks of pity Mike had seen from those who knew- or at least suspected- what was really going on. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but it didn’t make him want to roll his eyes and turn away. “Guess you got the short end of the stick of it all then, huh? Still got that ol’ box TV you used to watch soaps on?”

That got a genuine chortle out of him.

“Sure do. It’s not like we’ve got the money to replace the damned thing.” Mike answered, a smile he wasn’t aware of had worked its way across his lips- small and subtle, but there nonetheless. “Think I’ve still got some of the old stuff on tapes,” He paused, unsure of how to proceed. It’d been a while since he’d actually had to interact with somebody, especially as a friend and not somebody trying to pry old secrets out of him. “Are you up to anything?”

“Nah I was just on my way home, myself.” You responded with a small shake of the head. “Lookin’ for somebody to rewatch ‘em with? I’m sure a blast from the past couldn’t hurt.”

Oh, it sure could. But this would be a welcome distraction- something to fill the space of the rickety old home that seemed to hold more ghosts than furniture.

“..Hell, why not.” Mike finally agreed after a moment of thought. “Still know how to get there?” The question was met with a laugh, the kind produced by a head thrown back in earnest.

“Last one there’s a moldy pizza!”

The two of you hadn’t even made it through the second episode of Immortal and the Restless before Mike had fallen asleep on one side of the dingy couch that’d held him through his childhood, head propped on one hand from the couch arm and his other arm tucked tightly underneath, legs spread and planted firmly on the ground as if ready to run at a moment’s notice without invading your space. You on the other hand had managed to make it into the third episode of IATR before slumping over on the other armrest, head pillowed in the crook of your arm until the sound and color of advertising filled the room.

“Lally’s Lollies! Have a Lollie-Good time with Lally’s Lollies, you won’t want to miss this sweet opportunity!”

You shot up from where your head had been resting on their arm, eyes snapping open to stare at the TV that was now blaring a jovial tune several octaves louder than what the initial show had played at. It was a wonder Mike hadn’t been jolted awake- but it was also well past one in the morning. Slowly, you peeled yourself off the couch in an attempt not to wake him and grab your things. While it’s not like you hadn’t spent the night here before… you were also children then. You’d run into him on the street after not seeing each other for years.. was it really appropriate for you to be staying the night?

You startled again- harder this time- when something grabbed at your wrist.

Whirling around, you didn’t lock eyes with some monster that had crawled out of the shadows. No, instead.. it was Michael. Eyes barely cracked open but so, so heavy as his hand was loped around their wrist. It wasn’t tight, it wasn’t commanding.. but it was scared. Something he’d never be able to verbalize; that he didn’t dare to sleep on his own anymore. Call it paranoid, call it childish, but with the sorts of monsters he now deals with on a daily basis.. it’s best if he doesn’t. And judging by the bags under his eyes and how fast he went out, something about this felt.. safe. For the first time in years.

“Please,” He muttered, sounding as if he was still asleep. “Don’t go.”

You blinked at him for a moment, coat half in hand as he continued on. “I- I don’t mean.. it’s just late, probably not the safest,” His words were still heavy with sleep, but sharpened with that same edge he carried when he was younger; unsure of how to express himself without seeming vulnerable, and he’d rather be dead than vulnerable. But nowadays.. he seemed to be trying, even as his grip was beginning to fall away. Besides.. he did have a point.

“..I’ll stay.” You say softly, placing your jacket back down and rounding back onto the couch with a small nod. Mike shifted a bit to allow you a bit more space on the couch, but by the time the sun was rising the two of you had managed to shuffle around to use each other as a pillow rather than the couch itself.

[writingvauit]

How to show emotions

Part VI

How to show insecurity

not holding/breaking eye contact

fidgeting

crossing their arms

trying to cover up their body

making themself seem smaller

playing with their hands

hiding their hands in their pockets

holding their head down

blushing

clearing their throat

biting their nails

biting their lips

nervous laughter

stuttering

How to show being offended

stiffening up

hard line around the lips

frozen stare

narrowing of the eyes

turning their head to the side

quickening heartbeat

turning red

making themself bigger, ready to fight

How to show compassion

gentle and soft smile

relaxed facial features

softening of their eyes

openly showing how they feel

leaning towards the other one

nodding along, not directly interjecting, but encouraging

deep breaths inbetween

gentle touches to comfort

How to show being pleased

big smile/grinning

laying head slightly to the side

moving one shoulder up

pursing their lips while smiling

very open body language

leaning back

Part I + Part II + Part III + Part IV + Part V

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