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makerofmadness · 1 year

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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Uh just forget all the previous posts I can't remember half the quotes I made and also some of them are outdated lore-wise or headcanon-wise so time for a grand reopening of the series(?).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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alinalioness · 16 days

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Security Breach Chapter 11: Security problem.

Meanwhile, with Gregory, Phineas and Ferb.

Three boys went up to the security room, which was located above the museum.

Gregory:(Speaks via Faz-clock) Freddy, we're at the security office right now.

Glam-rock Freddy: Great, I'm just checking to make sure no one follows you.

Phineas saw the Glam-rock Freddy's head box and pressed on his nose. Later, when it opened, he saw a disk.

Phineas: There's some kind of disk here.

Suddenly, the cameras started showing Glam-rock Freddy.

Gregory, Phineas and Ferb: Glam-rock Freddy?

Glam-rock Freddy: Yes, I decided to turn it on so that it could be seen that I was fine.

Phineas: Are you still in Roxy Racing?

Glam-rock Freddy: Yes, fortunately no one heard what I was saying about you.

In the Roxy Racing.

Glam-rock Freddy kept going until Roxy's eyes were shining in the dark, which is now evil.

Gregory: How do I turn on the cameras so that we can see all our friends?

Glam-rock Freddy: You need to press any button on each screen to see one of our own. I'm going right away and if something happens to me, let them know-

Girl's voice: Caution!

He turned around and saw that Roxy was attacking her. He immediately dodged while she pretended to wake up.

Roxy: Freddy, I thought there was an enemy here.

Glam-rock Freddy: I'm sorry, but you're not the kind to confuse me. You even look through the walls.

Roxy: Uh-h... It doesn't matter, I have to go (Leaves).

Glam-rock Freddy: Roxy!

He heard familiar screams and saw Tom, Jerry, Oggy and Jack running away from the broken alpha bots. Four animals immediately hid behind him while the bots approached them.

Glam-rock Freddy: Don't panic, let's run!

They immediately run away, while Roxy prevents them from throwing parts from racing cars.

Meanwhile, with Gregory, Phineas and Ferb.

Gregory: Freddy, Freddy. *Sign*

Ferb turned on every camera where the heroes were visible.

Phineas: That's where they are. (Noticed the kids kikoriki, Leo, Emma, Max, Irina, Yuri, Haoyu and Cass in different cameras) And here are the missing ones.

Gregory: So they weren't caught.

Suddenly, they heard a violent knocking on the door, causing them to panic.

Ferb: Guys, this is Monty!

They saw Monty banging hard to break down the door. Fortunately, they saw a button with a zipper pattern.

Gregory, Phineas and Ferb: A taser.

They immediately turned it on and the electricity hits Monty, for which he passed out. But they noticed Funtime Freddy who decides to break down the door.

Phineas: What about Funtime Freddy?!

They hit them both with electricity when they decided to break down the door again.

Ferb: We won't last long.

Gregory: We need help. (Presses the button but does not work) Help me! Does not work.

It turns out that the Helpy infected William tore the wires and left.

Meanwhile, with Glam-rock Freddy and Silent characters.

They kept running away until Glam-rock Freddy had an idea.

Glam-rock Freddy: Guys, run and hide, and I'll distract them. (The silent ones say why with a gesture) Because I want to help you, believe me.

The silent ones had no choice and immediately ran away to the side back to the race. The bots caught up with him and pushed him into a table, which caused him to injure his neck and stomach. The bots are gone and Freddy has become.

Glam-rock Freddy: Gregory...

Meanwhile, with Gregory, Phineas and Ferb.

Phineas and Ferb kept pushing buttons until they broke down because of the Helpy.

Phineas: Oh no!

Gregory: We are lost!

Mario: Hey! (Gregory, Phineas and Ferb heard him and looked down through the bars while he took it off) Hurry up here!

The trio jumped down while the two animatronics went inside. The trio were glad to see Mario and Luigi, who look worried.

Gregory: How did you find us?

Luigi: We almost passed you by when we decided to explore here.

Mario: Let's run!

Five characters immediately run away from danger. Gregory heard the voice of Glam-rock Freddy on his Faz-clock.

Gregory: Freddy, where are you?

Glam-rock Freddy: I'm going on stage... I was attacked by bots and injured my neck and stomach. Have you found anything?

Phineas: We found the disk. And we were almost attacked by Monty and Funtime Freddy.

Gregory: We were saved with a stun gun until we broke down and Mario, Luigi saved us.

Glam-rock Freddy: Great. You need to put the dial on the control so that the elevator can go down to the workshop to fix me.

Heroes: Good.

Phineas: Ferb and I will go to the Console, and you go to the elevator.

Gregory, Mario and Luigi: Good.

They were already in the great hall and separated. Phineas and Ferb immediately went up to the third floor and put the disk on the control panel. While the other three stood on the elevator and went down with Glam-rock Freddy. Suddenly, they saw Moondrop on the elevator, which released blue smoke.

Glam-rock Freddy: Moondrop!

Mario: From where?

Glam-rock Freddy: This is the second version of Sundrop, who is actually a caregiver.

Moondrop: All right.

They immediately started running away while the moon was catching up with them.

Luigi: What should we do?!

Glam-rock Freddy: Run away!

Gregory: Why?

Glam-rock Freddy: Hide, I'll hold him back.

Gregory, Mario and Luigi immediately hid in the capsule while the animatronic bear knocked down Moondrop and dragged him away. They immediately came out of the capsule and began to think.

Gregory: Since I've been to this pizzeria, I know where the workshop is.

Mario: It's strange that he fixed it right away.

Gregory: It wasn't broken. I hid in it, leaving a note for your friend penguin to take him to his room. He just turned himself off.

Luigi: It sounds suspicious.

Mario: Everything is clear. That's what, we'll go to Glam-rock Freddy together, no matter what awaits us.

Gregory and Luigi: Ok.

Gregory:(He tries to open the door, but it doesn't open) Closed.

Mario: Then we'll find another way.

When they approach one door, a bot with maps appears.

Bot: Hi. Please take the card.

Vanessa: That's enough! (Pushed the Bot and grabbed Gregory, Mario and Luigi) Gotcha!

Gregory, Mario and Luigi: AAAH!

*The screen went black*

Meanwhile, with BWW.

The wonderworld characters were walking around the hall and waiting for their friends.

Cutier Girl: Won't we find them?

Scarecrow Weed: We are absolutely sure. After all, Negabosses are still with them.

Balan: It's also strange here that at first it was quiet, then slowly it gets loud, and now the music is playing.

Lance: I think it's all the work of our friends, meaning not from wonderworld.

Balan: I understand. Maybe we- (Ran into Leo, Emma, Max, Irina, Yuri, Haoyu and Cass) Oh, children, where are you going- ours?

Leo: Balan?

Balan: Oh my God, (Hugged Leo, Emma, Max and Irina) you found it.

Leo, Emma, Max and Irina: Balan.

Yuri, Haoyu and Cass: Guys!

Everyone hugged, to the fact Dusk Butterfly as a sister hugged Yuri. Cass hugged the Air Cat first, and then Attilio. Aero Acrobat and Haoyu gave fists while Haoyu hugged Fiona tightly, and she kissed him.

Balan: Where have you been?

Lance: We were so worried about you.

Leo: We escaped through the ventilation and saw a board with pictures of us.

Emma: It was Vanny's idea in a rabbit costume to kill us all.

Yuri: We met her and our Negabosses detained her.

Cuckoo: So that's who was following us.

Barktholomew: That's what, we're going to go to Vanny herself and deal with her.

Lance: Are you sure you can handle it?

Barktholomew: Understand us, Father, maybe she doesn't work alone.

Negabosses in the form of a shadow left and the rest had to go to the arcade hall.

Balan: Well, we stick together, we can hug and go.

To be continued...

#фанфик #disney #balan wonderworld #fnaf #tom and jerry #oggy and the cockroaches #super mario

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bravevolunteer · 9 months

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hey sorry we turned you into a wizard. yeah you’re stuck in the files now. no yeah the very essence of your being has become a firewall. yeah. sorry.

"SO I SHOW UP to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place and I'll go 'Can I free the rest of the souls and move on now, please?' and Henry goes "No, we have to run the restaurant and complete salvages to lure them all here," and I go, 'Okaaay!' and then I play test the items with Helpy and then I finally make it to Saturday and I go, "Any updates?" and Henry goes, "Yeah, I decided to burn down the building with both of us in it. Now take this speech, go fetch!' and I go "Okaaaay!" and I think I'm finally going to be able to die. Except when I go "Can I stay dead please?" the horrors go "NO!" and I go "Okaaay!" and they go, "William Afton is in the code and you're doomed to follow your father's path of destruction forever" and I go, "Nooo" and they go, "SAY IT!" and I go, "I'm doomed to follow my father's path of destruction forever," And then I go over to the Pizzaplex Help Desk, which is an oxymoron, and I go 'Can I please just put an end to this and die now?" and they go "No! In fact, we're gonna trap you in the code as a wizard and YOU'RE gonna be a firewall forever!" And I go, "Why are you doing this to me?!" and they go "Because we're Fazbear Entertainment and life is a fucking nightmare."

#... i don't know what came over me #the ghost of ash's past or something i don't. i don't know #take this.#sorry we turned you into a wizard. you're in the computers now. have fun in the files. you can never escape.#⁂ ･ﾟ: and through it all the rise and fall the bodies in the streets ➛ in character #anonymous #'anonymous' hi lune #⁂ ･ﾟ: i feel more free than i have in years‚ six feet in the ground ➛ answered

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fyrefrostanimus · 11 months

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You know what? Incorrect FNaF quotes in the universe of my AU where everyone manages to live through Pizzeria Sim with varying degrees of aliveness. Because this has been sitting too long and I must decompress like I'm scuba diving.

This will be pretty long, and since this AU is more slice of life than anything else there is no way these would happen in canon.

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Gregory: What about we watch Ghostbusters for Halloween?

Cassidy: ...Is that a threat?

Evan: Cass, chill, he probably forgot the house is haunted again.

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Toy Bonnie: *introducing Monty to the fight club he and Mangle are running* The general rules are the same as most fight clubs, but the main deviating rules are no cutting wiring and that my two siblings aren't allowed in here.

Monty: Wait, why are your sibling not allowed?

Toy Bonnie: Well-

*Classic Bonnie gets thrown into the wall by a mostly unrepaired and still faceless Ruined Roxy, the impact loosening his arm*

Toy Bonnie: *sigh* Well, he has no self-control or sense of self-preservation, and-

*Rockstar Bonnie runs in too, about to beat Roxy on the head with a frying pan heated on the cooktop*

Toy Bonnie: ...That.

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Glamrock Freddy: You group lost your Freddy? I can't imagine how that feels for you...

Rockstar Foxy: Honestly, he was annoying, it did not take long to get over him.

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Gregory: That big white-and-pink Freddy reminds me of a smaller version of him I saw around the PIzzaplex, he's like an employee symbol or something.

Michael: ...My little guy Helpy got promoted!

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Funtime Foxy: Hey Eggs, Funtime Freddy just threw BonBon out the window, do you think he can get back inside on his own?

Michael: First, stop calling me Eggs. Second, WHAT?!

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Charlie: Remember, if you die while you're here, you'll be possessing one of the animatronics.

Cassie: ...Do you expect me to die here?

Gregory: She told me that too, I think it's just a precaution.

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Fritz: Cassidy, you're back!

Cassidy: I was just torturing William for a few years, it really went by fast.

Fritz: ...

Cassidy: ...He's still knocked out in the basement, if we're quick we can duct tape him to a chair and decide what to do next as a team.

#fnaf #fnaf au #fyrefrosts fnaf au hell #five nights at freddy's #incorrect fnaf quotes #incorrect quotes fnaf #most of these have been in my head for a while and i needed to free them

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dev-nxbody-h3re · 2 years

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i am unable to make a coherent thought right now. i need another au to think about. i need to create lore. how do i satiate this feeling.

With a new AU of course.

So have you guys seen *cough cough* The My Little Pony Equestria Girls movies? No? Yes? Well it doesn't matter. Because I'm going to explain my MLPEG AU.

This one actually starts with Evan. He's Princess Twilight Sparkle. Or, well, Prince Evan. He's the Prince of Childhood Innocence or something, idk.

So the before part doesn't really matter, but Elizabeth (who takes the place of Sunset Shimmer) steals Evan's magic crown. Obviously big no no. So Evan goes through the portal and is human and not pony. Helpy is Spike.

There, Evan meets Gabriel (taking the place of Applejack), Jeremy (Rainbow dash), Susie (Fluttershy), Fritz (Pinkie Pie), and Cassidy (Rarity). He does his friendship thing and Elizabeth takes the crown and transforms into Scrap Baby.

The MCI pony up and beat her ass with friendship, turning her back into Lizzy. They have a heart to heart and Evan goes back to Ponyville.

And then the second movie :)

My favorite movie :)

RAINBOW MOTHERFUCKING ROCKS. FUCK YEAH!!

So, Elizabeth is the outcast of the school now. The MCI are doing their best to help her, but it's difficult. Then, just like in Rainbow Rocks, we cut to a small cafe. People are arguing, and there's a faint green mist on the floor. We pan up to find four teenagers sitting in a booth, singing.

"Ugh, are you sure this is worth it? I hate eating fast food." One of them pouts, flipping their hood back to reveal black hair, dyed blue at the front. This is James.

"We take what we can get, James." Another flips their hood back, and they're Taylor, their hair coiled in a long braid. "We can't be picky."

"Doesn't mean it's good. It's just not enough anymore." A third pulls their hood down, and brown hair reveals Matthew.

The last opens their mouth to talk, but the friendship beams from Equestria Girls is shown in the background. All four of them gasp.

"Equestrian magic.." The last pulls their hood down, and they're Michael Afton, eyes shining with hunger.

He turns to his fellow Sirens and opens his mouth, the screen cutting to black.

Blah blah blah, boring band things. Anyway, the Sirens are defeated in a cool ass song. Their Siren forms are just their representative masks (Bonnie, Chica, Freddy, and Foxy respectively).

But their gems aren't destroyed, so Michael pulls them back and they run off.

And then the Friendship Games!

Instead of SciTwi being here, Crystal Prep's star student is one Jeremy Fitzgerald. Because I can't not have him.

He's wanting to pursue a higher education, but needs a scholarship to do so. He discovers magic and becomes enamored with it, trying to understand it with the help of a little doohickey circle thing.

He finds the portal, and sucks the magic right out of it and Elizabeth. He gets scared and gets on the bus.

Throughout the movie, their magic is depleted one by one.

They're all getting desperate. They need to win the games and everything is going wrong, and they can't even contact Evan. Elizabeth makes a decision, and during an intermission she goes out from the school.

The games continue on. The magic Jeremy has is getting harder and harder to contain, and Unleash the Magic happens. He releases the magic and turns into (wait, can you guess) Nightmare Mangle. What a shocker. Look, when there's only one thing the guy is known for you gotta use it.

He becomes obsessed with magic, and starts destroying everything a la Midnight Sparkle.

Everything is almost broken, until someone shouts.

"HEY!" It gains Nightmare Mangle's attention. "What do you think you're doing?!"

It's Michael. He looks different- more mature, bolder, more confident, whatever. But it's undoubtedly Michael.

Nightmare Mangle cackles. "Who do you think you are? A hero? Why even try when the world is breaking at my very presence?" He gestures to the gaping holes in the ground and in the air, which are slowly but surely growing.

"This isn't the right way to get what you want. Trust me, I'd know." Michael chuckles, clutching at the gem worn around his neck.

"What do you know of ambition? Is all you have to say meaningless words and promises of redemption?"

He clicks his tongue. "Well, I certainly know whatever the hell you're doing is giving off a lot of negative energy. And stop talking so poetically, you're not that kind of villain."

"Oh? Then, pray, what kind of villain am I?"

Michael doesn't look impressed, kicking a stone into the vast sky of the portals. "A lousy one."

This sends Nightmare Mangle into a rage, flying at Michael. The Siren hums a little tune and a giant fox is barreling into Jeremy.

All this time, Elizabeth is searching for the magic circle thing. Eventually she finds it while Michael distracts Jeremy, and does the Sunset Shimmer Friendship Games power up to try and talk down Jeremy.

Michael is eventually knocked out by Jeremy, and Elizabeth gains his attention.

They start fighting, and start beam attacking each other. Jeremy almost wins were it not for a blue rabbit kicking him away.

Nightmare Mangle growls and looks at James, who's standing over Michael's unconscious body protectively.

"You didn't think he came alone, did you? You're a fucking moron!"

While he's distracted with James, Elizabeth seals up the portals. The magic circle thingy is laying on the ground, and Taylor picks it up. They whistle, gaining Lizzy's attention, and they throw it up to her.

"Take his magic back! It's corrupting him!" They yell, narrowly dodging a beam.

Lizzy opens the pendant and points it at Jeremy, who claws at himself to keep the magic but is drained, falling in a heap on the floor.

She depowers and goes over to him. He's barely conscious, but shivering and shaking.

Matthew comes up to them, staring down at Jeremy thoughtfully. "He almost died, you know. That much magic in a person who hasn't had any before is dangerous."

Elizabeth sighed. "I know."

Jeremy is taken to the hospital for examination, and the MCI reconvenes near the school doors. The Sirens are with them too.

"Thank you for helping us, Mike. I think we would've died without you guys." Elizabeth brings Michael into a hug.

The MCI is confused. They tried to enslave the entire world last time they saw them and now Elizabeth is treating their leader as her brother?

"It's no problem. Just a thank you for helping us out."

Turns out Elizabeth had been visiting them and talking with them, and apparently had even convinced them to join the good side. They hardly ever used their Siren powers for anything malicious, usually just saving them for party tricks or real emergencies.

And then we get to Camp Everfree. The Sirens have re-enrolled in Canterlot High, and Jeremy has kind of joined their little clique. Turns out that having the magic of six borderline pony gods in a dude at once has some lingering effects, so Jeremy's learning to control his new magic. He's terrified he's going to slip back into Nightmare Mangle, but the reassurance from his ten (10!!) new friends can only go so far before he breaks.

Michael is determined to give his friends the most normal field trip of their lives. No magic weirdness, no powerups, no Siren junk, no nothing. Just being teenagers out in the woods.

Of course nothing can ever go to plan and Jeremy's magic starts misbehaving. The others are also having trouble with their powers, and the only people who know how to control it are the Sirens and Evan. So Cassidy finds a way to contact Evan, and he shows up.

"Hey, weren't you.."

"Yeah, trying to enslave humanity? That was a couple months ago, keep up."

So, they try and work on their magic, but a being known as Vanny Everfree shows up and wreaks havoc. (It's just their camp counselor, Vanessa A., using magic rocks she found in a cave.)

They have to power up to save the camp, but Jeremy's terrified. They try managing without him, but they are quickly overpowered.

Jeremy is forced to do a magical girl transformation, and it goes better than he hoped.

The Sirens are pretty useless here, so they're tasked with keeping people safe.

They do power explosion beams, raise money for the camp, and go on their merry way.

And they live happily ever after, fighting pony magic and being awesome.

That's it

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rygoespop · 20 hours

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Five Nights at Freddy’s: GlamStar Tales (Story 3): A Carnie Surprise

Story opens in the storage of The Pizzaplex, as Glamrock Freddy, Roxanne, Rockstar Bonnie, and Glamrock Chica are clearing out

Glamrock Freddy: I appreciate you helping us with the storage Rockstar Bonnie

Rockstar Bonnie: Anytime G. Fred!

Roxanne: Well, got one more box to move *she moves the box, but revealing an Animatronic that looks like Rockstar Freddy but with a vest and blue cheeks* Huh?

Glamrock Chica: What did you find Roxy?

Rockstar Bonnie: Whoa! Is that, Carnie?

Glamrock Freddy: You know him Rockstar Bonnie?

Rockstar Bonnie: Yeah G. Fred, he’s the 6th Rockstar Animatronic

Roxanne: Well, let’s bring him to the others

Meanwhile with Rockstar Freddy, Rockstar Chica, Rockstar Foxy, and Monty Gator, they were wrapping their show

Rockstar Freddy: Thank you for coming to the Pizzaplex! Hope we see you all again!

The crowd cheered as they gone home

Rockstar Foxy: Yarg, that was an excellent performance

Rockstar Chica: Ah totally agree with ya Foxy, we all nailed it

Monty Gator: Yeah, I’m surprised you Rockstars helped the Pizzaplex grow in Popularity!

Rockstar Freddy: Dawh, shucks Monty, we’re happy to have a new home

Soon, Glamrock Freddy, Roxanne, Rockstar Bonnie, and Glamrock Chica all came with the deactivated Carnie

Glamrock Freddy: Hello everyone, I guess the show went well

Rockstar Freddy: Definitely fellow Fazbear!

Rockstar Foxy: Yarg, what’s with the Animatronic?

Roxanne: It’s a story dad- I mean Foxy!

Rockstar Freddy: Let me have a look

Soon, Rockstar Freddy inspected the animatronic and he was surprised

Rockstar Freddy: Well I’ll be, it’s Carnie!

Rockstar Bonnie: Yep, we found him in the storage room, and it’s odd to see him here

Glamrock Freddy: So, can you explain to me of who Carnie is?

Rockstar Freddy: I’m glad to explain

Flashback cuts to the Rockstar Pizzeria, prior to the fire

Rockstar Freddy: *narrating* Long before that fire burn our Pizzeria, there were 6 Rockstar Animatronics, there was me, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Lefty, and Carnie, we were very popular, well five of the six are, Carnie would run the Arcade section, until he disappeared for a reason unknown

Flashback ends

Rockstar Freddy: Ever since then, we didn’t know where he went, until now

Rockstar Bonnie: Do you think he might remember us?

Rockstar Freddy: One way to find out, is there a parts and service room?

Roxanne: Yeah, follow us

Soon, the Rockstars follow the Glamrocks to the Parts and Service room

Rockstar Bonnie: Whoaaa dudes and dudettes, this place looks huge, compared to our old Parts and Service room

Glamrock Chica: Yeah Bonnie, it’s where we go to get repaired when something is wrong

Soon, Helpy appears on top of the computer

Helpy: Hello guys! What brings you here?

Rockstar Freddy: Hey Helpy, we came here to have him turned back on

Helpy: Oh, who can- *sees Carnie* Holy Moly! Is that Carnie?!

Rockstar Bonnie: Yep, he was in the storage when G. Fred, Roxy, Glamrock Chica, and I were organizing

Helpy: Well, put him on the chair, and we’ll have him powered on again!

Soon, the Animatronics carefully put Carnie on the chair and open his chest

Monty Gator: Time to have him turned on

After several attempts, they got Carnie turned on

Rockstar Freddy: Carnie? Can you hear me?

Soon, Carnie powered on and he looks around

Carnie: Freddy? Where am I?

Rockstar Freddy: Your safe Carnie

Carnie: How long was I inactive?

Rockstar Bonnie: It’s a long story

Rockstar Chica: But the good thing is that your here

Rockstar Foxy: And it’s great to have ya back me hearty

Carnie: Bonnie, Chica, Foxy! Your here! *he hugs them*

Glamrock Chica: Awwwww, how sweet

Roxanne: Well that’s nice, but where do we put him?

Carnie: Great question, where can I be placed?

Glamrock Freddy: How about the Arcade room? DJ Music Man might need company

In the Arcade Room, DJ Music Man was sleep

DJ Music Man: Maaaan, I’m bored

Soon, the Rockstars and Glamrocks came

Glamrock Freddy: Hello DJ Music Man

DJ Music Man: Oh, hello Freddy!

Rockstar Bonnie: Whoa! That’s one big Music Man

DJ Music Man: *sees the Rockstars* Friends of yours?

Roxanne: Yep

Glamrock Freddy: We have a surprise for you?

DJ Music Man: A Surprise?

Carnie: Yeah *shows up*

DJ Music Man: Who are you?

Carnie: I’m Carnie, your new roommate!

DJ Music Man: How Joy! They can see me play music and you can greet them to play video games!

Carnie: Alright!

Glamrock Freddy: Well, we did something good today

Rockstar Freddy: Definitely fellow Fazbear!

The Rockstars and Glamrocks look on as they watch DJ Music Man and Carnie celebrate

Story end

#five nights at freddy's

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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Hello! I really like your FNAF writing. I was wondering if you could do a Michael Afton x reader fluff taking place some time during Pizza Simulator? Michael and the reader treat Helpy like their child? I just imagine Michael discovering the reader teaching Helpy little dances! Thank you, keep up the good work! Have a good night/ day :)

"Awh good morning, my little helper!" Cooing at the small bear in your hands, you held him up with such pride and joy. You grinned as he waved his arms in greeting, happy to see you.

Helpy was always a delight to greet whenever you went into work. He was a lawyer, a game-tester, and an attendant all wrapped in one, but in your eyes he was basically your kid. A very responsible one at that.

“So what shall we do today? Hmm...maybe you can test the ballpit and make sure it’s full.” You set him down on the floor. “That way I can let Mikey know it’s safe to open.”

He blinked and looked to the discount ballpit that was recently installed. The wooden plank definitely needed to be refined, though he didn’t seem to mind as he immediately ran to the ladder with a grin.

You sat at the closest table to watch him climb up. Once he reached the top, he bounced once on the plank and took a leap of faith into the colorful pit.

But you realized he was way off the mark and panicked, jumping up from your chair and rushing over to catch him. “Gotcha! You almost broke your neck there, buddy. You okay?”

Despite his nod of reassurance, you still hugged him tightly. Ever since you saw him fall out of the Gravity Vortex attraction--one of the biggest investments made for this place--you became very protective of him and always kept a close eye on him whenever he play-tested the rides.

Bringing him to the stage, you put him down and kneeled in front of him, smiling. “Maybe we can do something else while we wait for Mike. Got any ideas?”

For a moment Helpy tapped a hand to his chin in thought, before one of your employees turned on some music. And then he started randomly dancing to the tune of it.

You chuckled. “Good idea! Dance lessons. I can show you some moves to greet guests! Get the kids grooving!”

He was 100% on board with the idea.

......

When Michael arrived to the pizzeria today, he expected to hear crying kids or see one of the animatronics having another malfunction--like that Lefty character he bought for really cheap.

He didn’t actually want to buy it. The bear creeped him out more than any he’s seen before and he definitely found the price suspicious, but at your insistence he did.

Speaking of his fellow co-founder, he saw you showing Helpy some funny dances over by the duck pond. And everything else in the pizzeria was running smoothly, much to his surprise.

He was smiled behind his bear mask as he walked over to you two. Somehow he knew you were gonna get attached to the little guy the moment he was sent here to help. Quite frankly, he ended up doing the same, treating him like a son.

In truth he saw this as his chance to be a better father than his own father. He was going to care for his child.

Even if...his child had a design that happened to be inspired by one of his father’s murderous creations.

But still, Helpy was adorable and helpful. Unlike Funtime Freddy.

“Mornin’ [y/n]. Off to a good start, aren’t we?”

You looked at Michael and nodded in agreement. “It sure is, Mikey. You see Helpy’s dances? I’ve been teaching him those since I arrived. Technically I’m not goofing off if I’m trying to raise our reputation.”

“That’s true.” He chuckled. “You’re doing great. You could run this show all by yourself if you had to.”

“Hey, don’t sell yourself short.” You lightly punched his bandaged arm. “We’re a team. We’re both doing great, okay? You’re doing great.”

“Of course.”

“Will you say it?”

“..say what?”

“You are great!”

“..you are great?”

“Ugh--no, you know what I mean!” You huffed, pouting childishly.

God, you can just imagine the smirk behind his mask right now. Even after becoming a corpse he still managed to retain his cheeky attitude.

Meanwhile, Helpy was looking back-and-forth at you two, amused by the exchange going on.

You and Michael were definitely like parents to him.

#clanask #anonymous #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf 6 #ffps #michael afton #michael afton x reader #fnaf helpy #fluff

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kamuucab · 3 years

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New Hire (Glamrock Freddy/reader): Chapter 5

Rating: Teen

Summary: A promotion comes with new responsibilities... and new problems. Karens are, unfortunately, universal.

Chapter 1

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Being promoted to a new position at the Pizzaplex meant one thing was sure to happen again.

Training.

With the switch over came new responsibilities and rules as well as a boatload of NDAs - and of course, the dreaded training videos.

At least those ended up being somewhat enjoyable (and not as god-awfully long). They were vintage; a relic of times long since past. With handlers simply not being a thing for so long, there had been no reason to make cutsy little videos with Helpy the bear outlining how to perform basic animatronic inspections alongside warning of dismemberment and bodily harm. Instead a man with a tired, if slightly eccentric, voice went over the details of what a handler would do while on the clock with ancient images of the old pizzerias. There was enough emphasis on the harm and lawsuits that would follow for trying to take a peek under the costumes that you couldn’t help but give a chuckle. This had to be exaggerated to some extent - then you thought about the missing children and their gruesome fates. That wiped the smile off your face really quick.

But again, the videos were quick. Just under two hours of watching and you were then made to descend into the sublevels to enter Parts and Services where you were to be trained on simple maintenance.

The same mechanic that had helped you with Freddy was waiting for you alongside an energetic, familiar face.

“Hello friend!” Chica exclaimed, waving with both hands and hopping on one foot as you entered the wide open room.

“Hey Chica!” you replied with the same enthusiasm, walking forward and lacing fingers. She shook your hands back and forth excitedly.

“I’m so happy that you got that promotion! You’re going to do fabulous!”

“Eheh, thanks.” you replied, face heating up at her compliment. She blinked happily and then backed up as the mechanic coughed.

“Alright you two, we should get down to business.” they gestured to a work bench made of steel and Chica nodded, walking over to stand beside it.

“I’ll be the lab rat! Or is lab chicken more appropriate?” she pondered aloud as she tapped the bench, creating a metallic clang that reverberated around the chamber.

“It’s time for my diagnostic check and you’ll be performing it!”

You balked at her nonchalance.

“Oh, I don’t want to hurt you.” you said. She giggled, a bubbly high-pitched sound.

“That why the mech’ is here! They know what they’re doing and they’ll show you the ropes!”

You looked to the mechanic, who nodded. You swallowed hard and Chica winked.

“I trust you.”

“Okay. How do I start?” you asked the mechanic.

“We ask the animatronics to show us all their articulation. That’s the most non-invasive way to see if there’s a problem.”

“Okay…” you stared at Chica, who stared back, completely still with an intense stare fixed on you. You cleared your throat.

“Can you, uh, articulate all your joints?” the words felt weird in your mouth, but Chica responded instantly in such a way that startled you some.

“Of course!” she leaned on the workbench and lifted one leg, turning it side to side and bending her knee ninety degrees before rotating her ankle in a full circle, then doing so with her other leg. Standing up straight she turned at the waist and then rolled her neck and shoulders, bending he elbows and rolling her wrists before finally flexing her fingers.

“Did you notice how the movements were smooth, without pause or stuttering?” the mechanic asked. You nodded.

“That’s a sign that most everything is running as it should. If there were pauses in articulation or even a complete freeze when rotating, its likely a hardware issue with the endoskeleton. If there’s stuttering, then it’s likely a software issue or disconnected wires.”

The mechanic drew closer to both you and Chica, tugging on a pair of gloves that came from their tool belt.

“I’m going to open up Chica’s shell now. Each animatronic has buttons located at different points on their body that allow removal of their outer components. They need a hard press, so there’s no way to accidentally set them off.”

The mechanic gestured to different parts of Chica’s body.

“Monty’s chest release is located here. Roxann’es is here, Freddy’s is here.” they mimicked pressing buttons at Chica’s shoulders, back of the neck, and her arms.

“Chica’s are located right here.” The mechanic then placed either hand just under where her armpits would be. With a click, the mechanic pulled the pink shell of Chica’s front off, setting it on the bench beside her.

Inside was a dark gray steel endoskeleton surrounded by colorful wires and small buttons, a handful of switches. You felt your stomach squirm at the sight, even despite it not being gory in the slightest. And yet you were fascinated, leaning forward to take it all in.

“Here is where Chica keeps storing the garbage she eats.” the mechanic explained, pointing at a medium sized cavity just around where her lungs would be.

“Hey!” Chica exclaimed, making the best pout she could at the mechanic.

“What? What do you call the contents of a trash can then?” they asked, deadpan. She blinked at them, then mumbled,

“Snacks…”

“Right. Moving on.” The mechanic rolled their eyes.

“The inner working of our animatronics are possibly the greatest achievement of the company. While the software is immensely complex, the hardware is quite simple and organized in color codes. This means that the software is stabilized by straightforward mechanics. If the hardware was any more difficult to manage, the animatronics would hardly be able to move without encountering problems.”

You nodded along to the mechanics lecture, absorbing maybe thirty percent of the information as the mechanic pointed at and prodded wires and buttons. Movement or voicebox problems were usually due to loose or uncoated wires, while behavioral or technical problems were due to the switches and buttons being pressed or flicked in the opposite direction.

After the demonstration, the mechanic finally replaced Chica’s shell, which she brushed off with her hands in a sort of soothing motion. You had the idea that seeing her own skeleton was a bit uncomfortable, and you couldn’t blame her for feeling relieved that it was over.

“Now, verbal commands are something that the technicians have been messing around with since the handler position had been suggested.” the mechanic stripped their gloves off and stuffed them into a pocket of their tool belt, “ These are person specific - each animatronic must be able to see the face of the person issuing the command, which will then be validated or not before responding. It’s a quick reaction, though, microseconds if I remember.”

“Yeah?” you said. The mechanic nodded and then handed you a slip of paper.

“Here’s a list of commands that are currently active. Try each one out.”

You looked to Chica, tilting your head. She clasped her hands together.

“Don’t worry, your employee profile has already been verified! Just try them out!”

“Okay…” you unfolded the piece of paper.

The list was short and honestly a lot of sense. Each phrase had to be uttered after the word ‘ protocol’ and was straightforward in how it affected the animatronic.

Halt made Chica completely freeze for a few seconds, hands opening wide. That seemed to be in place to interrupt movement.

Diagnose made her slump a little, eyelids half-closing. She responded when you asked her if she was okay, and the mechanic explained that it enabled a more passive state to properly evaluate her condition.

Red alert made her jump right back up, pupils shining with a bright white LED. Her face was blank, completely void of the microexpressions you were used to. Her eyes bounced between the mechanic and you before scanning the room.

“You should say the next one.” the mechanic whispered, gaining the attention of Chica who stared dead-eyed at them.

All clear made the light wink away from Chica’s eyes, and she blinked a few times before gasping.

“Well, that was a little weird!” she chirped, giggling.

“What happened there?” you asked. The mechanic opened their mouth, but Chica cut them off.

“You activated my security programming instantly.”

“Yeah-” the mechanic jumped in.

“The technicians decided that the manual switch could be upgraded with voice activation. It’s for emergencies.”

“Emergencies like what? Chica’s a performer, wouldn’t the S.T.A.F.F bots be the security?”

What could the main animatronics do with security - how could there be a benefit to giving their most expensive robots free roam and retrieval?

The answer came to you a second before the mechanic answered.

“Missing kids.”

“Ah.”

Your training was pretty much done after that visit to Parts and Services. There wasn’t much else to teach you - the job was essentially glorified robot babysitting. A ‘99% boredom and 1% panic’ type of deal with a splash of child herding. Your presence in private party rooms warranted a special note on the website as well, which felt a little weird. You would obviously be in uniform, it wasn’t like you were a random guest slipping into places you weren’t supposed to be…

The new job had your security clearance move up four levels, from level Two to level Six. You could enter plenty of places you couldn’t before to allow you to move quicker from one place to another. As it turns out, you were going to be running all over the Pizzaplex facilitating interactions for the four main performers. There wasn’t a real plan in mind other than allowing you to go to the sublevels and other mostly deserted places to avoid the crowds that would otherwise slow you down.

Woof.

But hey, the pay. And the uniform wasn’t that bad either, especially since it was free. Cheap cotton pants were replaced by sturdy black jeans with a little blue star embroidered on the left scoop pocket. The shirt was nearly the same (though that had been good quality in the first place), but instead of a short sleeve pull over it was a long sleeve button up, and instead of stripes it was mainly one solid color. The shirt was a dark plum purple with a pen pocket and bright red sleeve caps. A black patch had been sewn onto the right sleeve with white letters that proclaimed you a ‘Pizzaplex Handler’ alongside a goofy design of Freddy’s face, also highlighted in white thread. Your shoes and cap stayed the same as there was no reason to change them.

The timing of your shifts had changed as well. As much as the company would have liked keeping you there from open to close, that was simply impossible. Instead, they narrowed the hours that parties could book one of the four main animatronics and put your shift exactly to those hours. This meant, of course, that bookings were now tightly packed within your shift and would make everything harder. You had the fleeting thought of asking for a segway like the guy in Mall Cop - but you knew the company would adamantly refuse that request. You had legs, didn’t you?

So, suited up in your brand spanking new uniform and a card reel for your security clearance badge, you walked onto your first shift.

It wasn’t as bad as you imagined it to be.

You were still exhausted, of course. Bouncing from one side of the Pizzaplex to the other like you were in a pinball machine was hell on your legs and feet - you basically wobbled your way to your car and collapsed in the seat - but it could have been way worse.

There had been over a dozen parties you needed to supervise, feeling strange and out of place with your unique uniform and garnering suspicious looks from the parents of the kids. The kids themselves didn’t mind your presence, quickly accepting your role as you made comments and suggestions as to how they interacted and touched whomever you were watching over. Monty seemed to be the most grateful for your helping hand, being much more calmer than you had seen in any kid-involved party participation. His tail was a pretty good indicator of his mood, though you assumed he had no idea, looking at you with a relieved sneer as you directed touchy kids to back off (in much nicer terms).

Roxanne was a bit harder to read, both soaking up attention and then quickly snubbing kids in nearly the same breath. In all honesty she acted more like a cat than a wolf - though you would never utter that in front of her if you wanted to stay intact. You were still trying to figure out her own indicators but you were getting pretty close. Not a single kid cried while you were there, which was a huge success in your books.

Chica was probably the easiest to supervise at parties. She was cheerful and patient, giving hugs freely and accepting as many pictures as the parents wanted. She did try to snatch a slice of pizza out of a kids hands, but you were quick to pick the kid up and away, making a cheeky joke about her being hungry that the kids laughed at.

Then there was Freddy.

There was no problems with him at all; quite honestly he was better than Chica. He chatted and joked with kids, giving piggy back rides and allowing the kids to use him as a playground without issue. He was calm, he was kind, he was patient - that was the matter of contention. Standing so close for so long and helping to herd the kids had the two of you brushing arms or hands, tingles left in their wake. He apologized each time, and you accepted it with a hushed voice, painfully aware of how your heart wrenched and how he could most definitely see your heart rate increase.

But all in all it was fine. Little to no problems like the ones that had been reported for the past couple of weeks. Of Monty and Roxanne breaking things, of Roxanne and Chica making kids cry (for being rash and stealing food, respectively) and you were proud of the fact that it was likely no complaints were going to be filed marked with today’s date.

This job was going to be easier than you thought.

Your Fazwatch pinged ten minutes before each party starring an animatronic was to occur. That meant it was pinging every. Twenty. Minutes.

You wished you could mute it, but adjusting the notification settings did nothing. Something was set up in your timetable to make it beep out a cheery tune that grated against your ear drums.

Like what was happening right now. Chica was chattering excitedly at a kid, graciously accepting their drawing as others looked on, fingers in their nose or some sort of food in their hand, waiting their turn to get a hug or give her their drawing. You already had a few in your hand when your watch jingled the tune that you would likely be hearing in your nightmares.

You fought the urge to rip the stupid thing off your wrist and smash it against the table and instead smoothed a hand down your neck. The current kid stepped aside for the one behind him to step forward. They had a few fries in their hand, snacking on them. You watched as Chica’s eyes widened slightly before she leaned right down.

“Oh hello there!” she chirped, speaking to the kid with all her attention zeroed in on the food in their hand. Uh oh.

“Hey all!” you called out, catching the attention of the room.

“Chica’s gotta head out now to practice her guitar!”

As you said this you put a hand on her shoulder and applied a bit of pressure, the animatronic standing up and out of range of chomping on the fries with a disappointed expression.

The kids all cried out in defiance but you stayed firm, aware of the seconds ticking away from your next appearance.

“If you stay around she’ll be playing a show soon! You can see her again then!”

You motioned for her to follow you, which she did with a little huff.

“She was offering those fries to me!” Chica argued as soon as the door to the room had closed.

“No, she was eating them. Totally different.”

Chica grumbled, and you glanced at your Fazwatch to see where you were supposed to appear next.

Roxy Raceway. Great. That was almost exactly opposite of where you currently were.

“So do you wanna come listen to me practice?” Chica asked.

“I have places a person can sit, and I think the nail polish on my vanity are real-”

You cut her off with an apologetic expression.

“Sorry Chica, I gotta skedaddle right now. The Raceway is my next stop. Maybe another time?”

“Okayyyy. “She sighed, crossing her arms, “Another time then. But I’ll keep you to that!”

You laughed and gave her a wave before jogging away, weaving around a few guests before stepping into a merchandise shop and slipping into the backroom, heading down the dim hallway.

You emerged from the side door in the Raceway to a huge group of kids and parents milling around and causing the regular amount of chaos. There had to be at least twenty kids in the party, and guessing by their excited chatter this was the party that you were supposed to supervise.

As you tried to catch your breath from the rush to get to the Raceway, one of the parents spotted you and immediately deemed you as smaller than an ant.

“Um, excuse me? Excuse me!”

You raised both eyebrows as a short woman with a shorter haircut stomped her way over to you.

“Where is that robot? I paid a lot of good money for the racer party package and we haven’t seen a second of it since coming in. My baby has been waiting so patiently to see it!”

You blinked hard at her superior tone.

“Well, it looks like she’s in a race right now.” you replied, pointing at one of the monitors embedded in the wall that swapped between a few cameras that overlooked the racetrack, showing a current race where about ten go carts were zipping around the track. Roxanne was in the lead, expertly performing tight corners and drifting like she was made with wheels in her feet.

You weren't sure how the parent had completely missed this. The entrance to the racetrack was about fifteen feet away and there was clearly racing music and the sound of engines revving pumping out of it.

“Well, I don’t see why there’s a race going on right now, I paid to have the race track for an hour! Alone!” she punctuated her words with jabs of her finger. You were quickly coming to terms with the idea of being stuck with her for that entire hour, and suppressed the urge to sigh.

“I’m sorry. If there’s a race right now, it means that they paid to use the track as well. It’s obviously a scheduling issue and entirely on the company.”

The mom sniffed.

“You’re damn right it’s on the company. I have no idea why my baby likes this place anyway, it’s noisy and full of greasy, horrible food.”

You silently agreed but made no move to let her know.

“The current race should be done soon. As soon as that happens I’ll make sure your group has a full sixty minutes on the track. Again, I’m sorry.”

The lady ‘humph’-ed and then turned away, stomping back over to the group to relay the news. The kids seemed relatively indifferent, messing with the steering wheels on the wall, and you sucked in air through your teeth while making your way to the S.T.A.F.F bots manning the counter.

“Hey there.” you pulled your badge up from your hip to let the bots scan it.

“Is a birthday party currently scheduled for the Raceway?”

“Yes.” one of the bots responded automatically.

“Can you extend their time an extra fifteen minutes, from sixty to seventy-five minutes?” you asked. The one you were talking to nodded stiffly.

“Are you authorizing the time change?”

“Yes.”

The bot then made a few beeping noises.

“Time for the party has been extended.”

“Thanks.” it was likely much more time than they needed for the current race to end, but it wouldn’t hurt to let them know of your generosity.

Of course, when you went to tell the mom, she simply replied,

“Well, it was the least you could do!”

Great.

It was only another minute before the racers exited, a bunch of tweens no older than fourteen talking excitedly amongst each other and carefully avoiding the group alongside the mom, who gave them all a sour stink eye.

The birthday party quickly erupted into cheers as Roxanne exited the track, flicking some of her hair over her shoulder. Her tail swished from side to side at the kids excitement.

“Well hey there pups, you ready for some rockin’ motor mayhem?”

A chorus of yes-es made her trademark smirk flash across her face. She placed a hand on her hip and beckoned to the group with the other.

“Well come on then!” Roxanne began to turn away, trusting the kids to follow.

“Hold on!” a shrill voice screeched, stopping the gaggle of kids from rampaging into the raceway. Roxanne froze as well, before making a slow, deliberate turn to face the same mom you were having trouble with.

“Yes?” Roxanne asked, short and clipped.

“I want pictures before they all go racing! I paid for it!”

Roxanne’s eyes flickered to you, showing blatant dislike, and you grimaced but nodded.

“Fine.”

She made her way over to the group, pausing for a second as the mom directed her to the wall, staring into the mom’s eyes for an uncomfortable second before complying. The mom then began belting orders to the kids who, frankly, looked bored as they lined up for a group shot, then smaller group photos of five or so kids.

Somewhere around the twentieth photo the trouble mom noticed you were still hanging around. She lowered her digital camera and made a face at you.

“Don’t you have work somewhere else to do?” she snapped. You bit back a nasty, vitriolic reply, but before you could filter it into something nicer Roxy responded for you.

“This is their job.” the wolf said, still holding a kid at her hip.

“They’re my handler to make sure everything goes smoothly. It’s stated on their uniform. Do you need glasses or something?”

Roxanne’s icy words coated the area with tension, even the kids didn’t dare breath as the animatronic tilted her head at the mom, who for once had no snotty reply.

“I think you’ve gotten enough pictures.” Roxanne set the child she was holding back on their feet before crowing,

“Come on kids! Race time! Adults can sit in the stands!”

She pointed at the entrance to the racetrack and the kids all ran happily into the safety area as Roxanne herself slid up to you, lacing her arm in yours.

“You get track time too, handler.” she said, looking down at you while not-so-subtly shielding you from the poisonous look of the trouble mom while leading you into the safety area.

“Ha, thanks Rox- um, but I can sit in the stands.” far away from the trio of parents who were now giving you bad looks.

“No can-do hun, you’re racing and that’s it. Don’t argue!” she tapped her finger on your mouth, interrupting you from opening your mouth to indeed argue like she said. You frowned instead as she unlaced her arm and then grabbed a helmet from the rack, weaving around the mess of kids as they argued over colors and sizes.

Roxanne had selected you a green one, and you accepted it with a huff.

“Don’t act so glum, it’s bad luck for a race.”

“Is it?” you couldn’t help but snark, a smile coming over your face as Roxanne shrugged.

“I dunno, probably! Come on now, the bot’s almost done rambling.”

There was indeed a S.T.A.F.F bot explaining the rules of the racetrack on an elevated stage in the corner that you had missed. If it was any consolation, the kids didn’t seem to be listening either. As soon as the bot was done its spiel the service door began coiling upward, allowing you, Roxanne, and the group of kids to properly enter the racetrack.

You had never been inside before. The ceiling was curved, a concave orange ceiling with purple structural supports. A bright green line of light ran along the length of the room. On either end the walls sported huge murals of Roxanne standing in a sort of desert, mesa formations in the distance while she held two checkered flags in her outstretched hands, wearing a red leather jacket and black shades.

The racetrack itself was full of twists and turns, elevated to at least twenty feet in the air at its highest point. The elevated track had stripes of purple lights along with bumper guards to stop kids from tumbling off.

The carts were in standard formation on the racetrack, each parked at a white line and staggered. The birthday kid beelined to the cart at the front, and everyone else started squabbling over which carts they wanted.

You didn’t have a preference, deciding to wait on the last cart. You could see the stands just past the racetrack and the parents were sitting with a handful of randoms, all three together in a tight line. You looked away, feeling awkward for being the only adult on the track.

“Ah ah kid! Sorry but that’s my car.”

You turned to watch as Roxy plucked a kid up out of the green cart at the end, setting him on the ground before climbing in.

“Why do you get it?” he complained.

“Because it’s my racetrack.”

You jumped in before the kid could get the idea to cry.

“You can take this one!” you pointed at the cart just next to Roxannes.

“It’s the same color and everything!”

The kid pouted but did as you said, climbing in and buckling up. You shot a look at Roxanne who rolled her eyes. You mouthed ‘be nice’ at her, which she pretended to not see, checking on her nails.

Jeez, how fickle could she be?

You brushed it off and hopped into an orange go cart; the steering wheel stuck out of a rectangular shape that forced your legs into different sections, each with a pedal you could press on. The steering wheel sat somewhere around your belly button, the plastic seat needing to be pushed back some to hold your adult body. Front, back, and side bumpers protected the body and rubber tires. Two cross belts had to be clicked into place before the on button lit up, allowing you to turn on your cart.

You had the fleeting thought that you should have made sure that all the kids were buckled properly - why wasn’t there anyone there to do that? - but it was quickly dashed by a disembodied voice speaking overhead. Funny enough, it was the same one that announced performances on the Main Stage.

Roxy Raceway recruits, ready your engines!

You heard revving all around you, and carefully tested your own pedals. The left one did nothing, but when you touched the right pedal your own engine growled. Oh wow.

On your marks!

You’d probably be great at this. You already drove on a daily basis, and it wasn’t so different, right?

Ready… Set… Go!

An honest-to-god airhorn sound wailed through the arena, and you smashed your foot on the gas.

The tires squealed as your cart jumped forward, sputtering from your harsh pressure. You eased up immediately, gulping as carts grumbled behind you. As the first corner came up, you turned your wheel, then turned and turned and-

You had let up on the gas while turning, going even slower than before. The three carts behind caught up and passed you, Roxanne being the first to zip ahead with a loud, brash cackle. Wh- she passed you on the right! That was a mean maneuver!

Yeah, no, this was nothing like driving. The controls were floaty and the carts needed slow acceleration or they’d shudder like they were in an earthquake. You were quite embarrassed by both being dead last and by how difficult it was to get around - each corner the momentum made you slow down unconsciously, each straight away making your cart shudder from the speed and quick acceleration. You were actually looped by a few of the kids including the birthday girl, who was pretty good at go carting, before finally getting it somewhat.

Halfway through your second loop, the next person to pass you was Roxanne.

She was leaning way forward, spinning her wheel like a roulette wheel and expertly drifting around the corner, disappearing from view with a wavering chuckle. Whoa, she was even better. It made sense though; she drove this track every day, sometimes several times a day. She knew it like the back of her hand.

You decided that racing kids after being shown that you sucked at go carting was a lost cause. Instead you continued to practice, setting aside your ego to imitate Roxanne. Leaning forward, keeping your palm to the wheel and turning with that pressure, fish tailing in the straight aways.

Time passed so quickly that it felt as if you had only been racing for ten minutes before the fast-paced music that was pumping through the speakers was cut off.

Last circuit! Make it count!

You were most likely way, way behind everyone else, but you still furrowed your brow in concentration, using all the tricks you had garnered to speed up, no longer fearing the inertia of the corners but instead laughing at the fuzzy feeling.

You slowed down and stopped at the designated white line, unbuckling yourself and hopping out of the cart, breathing heavy as you took the helmet off and shook your head from side to side.

“Wow…” you whispered to yourself, tucking the helmet under an arm and using your other hand to fix your hair, which was definitely suffering from being stuck under the helmet. You heard the chatter around you disappear, but you were still stuck in reliving the moments.

“Hey pup, enjoy the race?”

The voice made you jump and you turned, smiling, to face Roxanne.

“Did I? That was incredible, I’d never go carted before and just- wow, the inertia around corners was so fun! No wonder you like racing!”

“For sure, Roxanne chuckled, “So what score didja get?”

You scoffed.

“Is a negative number possible?

“Eh, win some lose some.” the wolf tipped her hands side to side, “Except for me. I always win.”

“You got first place?” you asked as the two of you began walking back into the gear room, absent of the birthday party group.

“Of course I did!” Roxanne bragged, rolling her head as she placed a hand on her hip, ears wiggling.

“That kid was good, but not good enough to beat me! Gotta spend more time at the track if she wants to even have a chance at that.”

“Now now.” you chastened her, setting your helmet back on the rack.

“Being competitive is fine, but no one likes a braggart.”

“Says last place.”

“And I own it! I’m humble!” you rolled your eyes and playfully poked her arm.

“Have a slice of humble pie sometime!”

Roxanne huffed and gave you a look, to which you poked your tongue out at her. She couldn't help but laugh.

“Okay okay, I’ll stop.” she replied.

“Good!” you looked to your watch, fighting a nostril flare as it conveniently beeped right in your face, alerting you to the fact that another party needed your attendance, again at the opposite end of the Pizzaplex. Whomever was allowing this needed a smack.

You wanted a quick exit, so you gave a quick goodbye to Roxanne and left her in the gear room to tidy the helmets as you fast walked out the exit, intending to slip back through the employee side door.

Unfortunately for you, you were quickly accosted by a seething parent.

“You!” the mom who had been making trouble for you all this time stepped right in your path, blocking your exit and making you nearly skid to a stop. She jabbed one of her fingers right in your face, making you flinch.

“How DARE you let that stupid machine beat my daughter! She’s been bawling her eyes out for coming in second! I should have you know that she is a go cart CHAMPION and has never lost a race until now! You need to control that DOG and put it in it’s place! My daughter DOES NOT deserve this kind of treatment! We are

Each sentence only seemed to embolden her, her voice rising to a pitch that only dogs could hear as she screamed in your face. You were leaned back, frozen in shock and letting her keep fueling herself. She started insulting you and the company personally, calling you ‘lazy’ and ‘incompetent’ while threatening to start a review tanking campaign on Facebook as her kid howled behind her, being comforted by the other two parents.

“I have NEVER experienced this kind of LOUSY and HATEFUL customer service! I want the name and number of your manager right now to report you for a horrific experience! I will never be coming here again, do you understand me!?”

As the mom paused to take a breath, puffing up to continue her tirade, a clanking sound came from behind you.

“EXCUSE ME?”

Roxanne shouted so loud that it shocked the kid so much they stopped crying, the mom stopping mid sentence. You looked to see her stalk up beside you, absolutely towering over the mother, who seemed to shrink under the utter look of hatred Roxanne held.

“YOUR BRAT LOST FAIR AND SQUARE. THERE IS NOTHING YOU OR YOUR ENTOURAGE CAN DO TO CHANGE THAT.”

Her hand dropped to your shoulder in a harsh thud, which you again flinched at. Roxanne’s gaze snapped to you, eyes softening to make sure you were okay before zeroing back in on the mom.

“You will not be leaving a bad review. You will not organize a review tank. In fact, you won’t be doing much of anything here anymore.” She spoke firmly, shortly, each word full of venom.

Security S.T.A.F.F bots seemed to come out of no where, surrounding the group of kids and parents, who gasped and then chattered nervously. The trouble mom seemed to shrink even lower.

“Hope you really, really meant it when you said you’d never come back, because you just earned both you and all those snot nosed brats a long term ban from the Pizzaplex.”

Roxanne made a sharp movement with her free hand, which made the security bots starting speaking out of unison, directing the group out of the Raceway and to the nearest exit.

“Now get. OUT.” Roxanne snarled, lunging forward and snapping her jaw at the mom. With a shriek the woman turned on her heel and waddled as quick as she could to her entourage, who were then whisked out of sight.

“Need a hug pup?” now that the mom was gone, Roxanne’s voice quieted down from a thunderous boom to something a touch lower than her regular volume. You shook your head, then nodded, turning into her arms as a sob escaped your lips.

Roxanne shushed you, patting your back as you pressed your forehead to her shell, hands covering your face as tears fell from your lashes.

You had been yelled at before. Had customers give you nasty looks and clipped answers. But this was the first time someone had concentrated all their anger onto you like you were a burden the entire world had to deal with. Like you were the source of al their problems, ever. You had enough of amind to think about reprimanding Roxanne for snapping her jaws at a guest, but not enough to actually do it.

Then you heard something that had a sob catch in your throat.

“Is something wrong? Who is crying?”

Oh good lord. Of course this would happen.

You heard Freddy’s hard footsteps come up, a small sound leaving his voice box as he identified you.

“Angry guest.” Roxanne explained, pausing her patting of your back.

“If you saw a group being escorted out, that’s them.”

“I see.”

You grit your teeth, sighing, which was picked up by Roxanne.

“You good now?” she asked, releasing your shoulders. You nodded, brushing away stray tears with your fingers, smearing wetness off your cheeks.

“I have to go.” your voice was small, low to avoid cracking. Your hand kept at your lower eyelid as you turned some, rubbing at your lower lashes, trying to scoot around Roxanne and avoid Freddy’s searching eyes.

But of course he still probably saw your puffy eyes and tearstained face, still as he was, giving you a wide berth.

You ignored the urge to look back at the two animatronics as you scanned your card and slipped into the back hallway, covering your face again as the door slid shut, bathing you in darkness.

What a mess. And now you had only a handful of minutes to calm down and get your butt to the birthday party.

You tried breathing evenly as you walked to the party room, hoping you just looked tired as you arrived no more than a minute late.

As you facilitated the interaction between Monty and the kids, you were surprised by him offering you a napkin in a quiet moment. He said nothing, turning back to receive a fist bump from a kid hopped up on FizzyFaz, but you felt the kindness as you retreated to the trashcan to blow your nose and discard it. Someone must have communicated to him over the network, and for that you were glad. It made the rest of your shift a little easier.

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Glamstar AU: Chapter 19

Here we go! This one took a while because I had a lot of things to prepare to segway properly into the chapter order I have planned out, plus had a lot of art planning and personal things to do but! Here it is!

Chapter 19 has a lot of dream sequences which will be marked with☺(start) ☻ (end) , so just keep that in mind as you read! Hope you all enjoy seeing familiar faces/areas!

Chapter 19: The Longest Night, Part 2

The return to the surface was a long and quiet one.

Joyner had a lot to think about and not much time to gather his thoughts. Freddy decided not to press him on the matter, but something about the situation made him a bit uncomfortable. He’ll have to bury that feeling down for now.

When they returned to the main building, everything was silent.

Freddy paused, looking out at the main stage area from the stairs. Silence. No music, no machinery. Just neon lights and utter silence. Something was wrong.

“Where are the others. . .”

Joyner stood beside the synthetic, tapping on his phone in frustration. “There’s no service here. Not even a wifi signal.”

“What?” Freddy turned, confused. “What did you just say?”

“The wifi is out, Freddy. It’s like a dead zone here! How the hell am I supposed to get into contact with my offi― Hey! Where are you going??” Joyner watched as the synthetic all but sprinted past him, quickly turning and following after him.

But Freddy didn’t look back. Something was wrong, and he needed to confirm his suspicions.

–

4:42am.

Freddy entered the Synthetic Charging bay and grabbed a Helpy tablet off the wall. It was exactly as Joyner said, the internet and other contact services were down and out of order.

“Freddy―” the detective heaved, gripping the door frame. He was out of breath, red in the face, and none too pleased. “Try to remember that I am a flesh and blood human and never take off running like that ever again.”

“I apologize Detective, but this is a serious matter.”

“What? The wifi being out? Wow, it feels like I’m talking to a teenager.”

“Detective, this is no time for jokes.” Freddy tried to manually reboot the internet from the tablet, but received nothing but errors. His brow furrowed.

“Can you at least explain what’s going on? And what’s with all of these freaky pods?” Joyner approached one and tried to look through the glass window to no avail. The inside was too fogged up.

“When synthetics enter sleep mode, we partially shut down and attach ourselves to the main network. It is how we download updates and new information.

“If something happens to the network while we are in this sleep, we enter Emergency shutdown mode.”

“So what’s wrong with that?” Joyner stepped away from the tube, walking over to one of the two empty ones to investigate instead. “So you guys just get put into a deeper sleep. Sounds like a good failsafe to have.”

“Yes. The problem, however, is that you would require a 5th level clearance or higher to override this function.”

“Sounds easy enough. Who in the building has 5th level or higher clearance?”

“As of right now; only Wilson.”

Joyner’s expression fell. “You mean, the guy who’s lifeless body we just sent to the morgue. . .?”

“I am afraid so. Normally we can request remote clearance, but―”

“The service and internet are down, so there’s no way to contact the outside.” Joyner groaned, covering his face with his hands. Freddy nodded slowly in response.

“We are without the other synthetics for the return journey.” He pulled a lever at the front of the room. All of the occupied pods exhaled steam from their lower vents, clearing the fog from within.

“I was afraid you were going to say that.” The detective approached one of the pods, seeing that this particular one had Foxy. “The more things change, the more they stay the same. . . What’s going to happen to them now? Are they going to die or something?”

“We are not living things, Detective.” Freddy placed his hand on the window of a different pod, frowning softly. Bonnie was the one resting within. “We cannot die.”

Joyner made a face, his lips a thin line and his expression fairly stoic. They weren’t living things, but they sure acted like it. The fact that Freddy can say that with a look of pain on his face made Joyner uncomfortable in more ways than one.

“Wait,” the bear turned, noticing the empty pods. “There is one that is empty.”

“Well, yeah, Fred. You’re standin’ right here.”

“That is not what I meant.” He pointed towards the second empty pod, which was far larger than the other ones. So much larger, in fact, that Joyner didn’t even notice it was supposed to be a pod. “There is one synthetic unaccounted for aside from myself.”

“That massive thing is a synthetic charging pod??” The detective looked at all of the notably smaller occupied pods. Bonnie, Chica, Roxy, Monty, Foxy. All of them were here. “Charlie? Is she the one missing?”

“HRMN.1 does not have a pod here. She does not require the same levels of energy as the rest of us.” Freddy replaced the Helpy tablet back onto the wall. “We shall go visit him in the west arcade. He may know what happened to cause the outage.”

“Alright? And who is this synthetic?”

“I feel you will like him, Detective. He is such a nice fellow.”

–

The West Arcade was, much like everywhere else in the Pizzaplex, relatively quiet. As quiet as an arcade can be, of course. The internet outage caused the arcade machines to flash ERROR messages on their screens while static white noise displayed in the background. Instead of music, faint mechanical humming was emanating from the many cabinets.

“Gah, holy shit,” Joyner winced, putting a hand over his ear. “How can you stand this? It feels like my brain is in a blender.”

“I do not process sounds the same as you. However, you will get used to the noise soon.”

“If you say so.” he lowered his hand. “Where’s this giant friend of yours?”

“He should be at his station. He is not one to wander around at night.” Freddy led him to the ballroom of the west arcade, looking forward towards the DJ booth. And saw nothing there.

“I thought you said he didn’t wander?” Joyner huffed, scratching the inside of his ear. Oddly enough, he really had gotten used to all of the background noise.

“DJ? Where are you, my friend? It is me, Freddy.”

“Freddy! Oh, are you a sight for sore eyes!” came a voice from above.

Above?? Joyner thought, looking up in time to see something large falling from the ceiling. It was a bluish-white blur, and the detective had even braced himself for some sort of impact. However, it was Freddy who seemed to have been collided with, as he notably grunted.

“Holy hell―”

Joyner knew synthetics were big. Even the ones his dad used to make were pretty large since they had to hold humans within them. But not only was this other synthetic tall, towering almost a head and half over Freddy, but he was also wide. Probably on account of the four arms he was sporting.

The DJ was currently gripping Freddy’s shoulders with two hands, while the other two were holding onto the bear’s biceps. He leant forward to be eye level with the other synthetic, his expression frantic.

“The internet shorted out! I couldn’t do my nightly updates!”

“I am well aware, DJ.”

“I― Oh, how did you make it out of your pod?” the blunette tilted his head, just now realizing that Freddy was standing here in front of him. He also noticed the detective, turning to look at him with his eyes that seemed to glow when the light hit them just right. It only served to unsettle Joyner further.

“DJ? I need you to focus.” Freddy spoke up, getting the other’s attention. “The outage is preventing us from getting the clearance we need to resuscitate the others. Do you recall what caused it?”

“I basically witnessed it! Oh, and I also know there was a brownout at Roxy’s Raceway shortly before,” DJMM finally released his grip on Freddy, crossing one set of arms while his own two hands placed themselves on his hips. “It happened while I was accessing the main network. This wasn’t too long ago, I’d say around 4:10 to 4:30.”

“That was during the time we were underneath the building. It must’ve been the generators that caused the brownout.” Joyner mused aloud, pulling out his phone to check on the status of the outage. Still inactive.

“A brownout does not explain the outage of the internet and service.” Freddy informed, to which DJMM nodded in agreement. “If that were all it took, then we would have had outages like this before.”

“I told you, I witnessed it! I noticed something else before the outage.” the DJ added, walking over to his turntable. The closer he got to it, the brighter its LEDs seemed to shine. “I saw it while I was in the main network looking for more updates. There was a download queued, and all of a sudden it kicked up and speed-downloaded.

“I didn’t think anything was off. You know, sometimes FazEnt pushes out those last minute patches. It all looked to be on the up-and-up, until the download finished. Everything got all corrupted, and then I got booted from the system. Whatever that download was, it uploaded a virus that shut down the internet. It’s also probably what’s keeping the internet from rebooting.”

“More viruses.” Joyner groaned, putting a hand to his temple to quell a blossoming headache. “This is too technical for me.”

“Why shut down the internet? If the goal was to cut off our contact to the outside, simply shutting down the cell service would suffice well enough.”

“Maybe they did it just to incapacitate you and the others.” the detective said, grabbing a chair from nearby and pulling it over to sit down. All of the walking and running was starting to take a toll on him. Joyner looked up, noticing both of the synthetics were staring at him. “What? It makes sense, I hope.”

“No, you brought up something that I had not thought of. I had felt this entire situation was odd. Why does it feel like we’re always one step behind?” Freddy looked up at nothing in particular, lidding his eyes.

“The only thing we didn’t count on was that woman turning herself in.” Joyner was suddenly in the mood to smoke again, but this time they were in the main building. There was no way he was going to sneak off for a little smoke break now, so he was stuck just sitting there. “And that technician dying.”

“We must figure out what is going on and we must do so quickly. I believe all of the answers we seek may be in the pizzeria beneath the building. However, we no longer have the advantage of the other synthetics nor the ability to call for help. We have been backed into a corner.”

“I’d love to help you, Fredman, but that’s one dance I’ll have to decline.” The DJ waved his hand dismissively. “I’ve seen the reports about what goes on in that sinkhole. People went missing down there! And you want to send in the cavalry? Sorry, I’ll take my chances up here.”

Freddy was admittedly fairly upset about that. There were only a few synthetics left to ask, but Sun and Moon would never listen to Freddy. They only listen to Foxy, and he was currently in deep sleep. That left HRMN.1, but could he really ask that of her after her maintenance? They needed help, and as of now, that was all they had.

“Welp, what now?” Joyner stood, although a bit slowly. Good thing he decided to move right then, if he had stayed in that chair then there was a good chance that he wouldn’t have wanted to go back down there too.

“We go to Parts and Service. There is still one person left to ask.”

–

☺

“I never thought we would meet like this.”

Jaime found herself sitting in a dark room all alone. She held a tablet in her hands, and in front of her was a desk. A metal fan was placed on the right-hand side of said desk, casting a weak breeze. Jaime turned her head to the left.

There was a large window, and a large door beside it. There were two buttons on the doorframe, one for the door and one for the light. Jaime turned to the right and saw the same thing on the other side. It was almost perfectly symmetrical.

“Truthfully, I never thought we would meet. You are an oddity of the best kind.”

Jaime looked down at the tablet in her hands, seeing a map layout. When she clicked on a square, it brought up the camera feed for a room. She recognized this layout and these rooms from the conspiracy forums she used to frequent. This was Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza.

“How on earth do you exist, dear child?”

As Jaime clicked through the cameras, she saw nothing. No synthetics, no people, nothing. So who was speaking to her? Why did it sound like he was in the room with her?

“Are you looking for me?”

She pressed the left door light and saw Bonnie standing in the door frame. At least, she thought it was Bonnie initially. This synthetic was indeed a rabbit, but he was huge. He had golden hair, tan skin, and a large purple bow. She slammed the door shut, locking him out.

“How this brings back memories.”

Jaime couldn’t speak. The voice talking must’ve been the Golden Bonnie, but it didn’t sound anything like the Bonnies she knew. This one sounded different, yet familiar.

The voice almost sounded like her father.

“You are the perfect specimen. Born from flesh and Remnant.

“But why? Why did Michael hide you from me? You were everything I was hoping to create.”

Jaime saw the Golden Bonnie outside of her right door, and she quickly shut it. The Golden Bonnie simply stood in the right window, staring at her. She refused to make eye contact with him.

Go away, she thought, chanting the words in her mind like a mantra. She focused on the tablet, pulling up the cameras again. He had disappeared from outside her door, but she had no idea where he was now.

“I wonder if he, too, lived in fear of what your existence meant for him. What it meant for you.

“With Remnant, you will not die. It is immortality, the essence of souls being bound forever to their earthly shell. I have spent years trying to perfect and harness it.

“Never in all my years would I have suspected that to create the perfect being, you need only Remnant and a womb to carry it. How ironic. I surrounded myself with death, only for my own son to best me with the creation of life.”

Golden Bonnie seemed to multiply. That, or he was just moving so fast it only looked like there were more than one. He was everywhere, descending upon both doors with reckless abandon. Trying to get in. Trying to corrupt.

“How fitting that the perfect being is someone of my blood. It only proves that all I have done, all that I do, is truly the correct path to take. This is God rewarding me for my deeds.

“Henry once said that the darkest pits of Hell had opened up, waiting to steal me away so that I may atone for all of my sins. And for a moment, I had believed him. He had turned my son against me. And then he killed him. Did you know that, my dear?

“Henry Emily killed your daddy and me.”

Jaime froze, her hand hovering over the door button. Golden Bonnie was outside, waiting for this moment. Waiting for her to make a mistake.

The rabbit walked into the room, having to duck just to enter the small office. He stood directly in front of the child, looking down at her with a slight grin on his face.

“It was not my intention to meet you here, but it was a fortunate change in my plans. I only wanted to get rid of the boy and those damned robots. After all, with them gone I could finally leave this place.

“Had you never stepped foot in this building, I may have never found you. But now you are here, my child.”

Golden Bonnie leant close to Jaime’s face, deep purple eyes locking with bright pink.

“Come to Grandpa. We will do great things together.” he reached out for Jaime, who was still frozen in shock. There was nowhere to run. She couldn’t scream, she could barely even breathe.

A hand reached out from behind Jaime and grabbed Golden Bonnie’s wrist, twisting his arm to the side and away from the child.

“Enough of this.” the owner of the hand declared, stepping forward into the light. It was a grown man dressed as a security guard, but he wore no hat. Not like that mattered, Jaime would have recognized him even if he had been wearing one.

Dad!

“You―” Golden Bonnie sobered, his expression becoming bored and vacant. “The disgrace shows himself again. Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

“I could say the same about you.” Michael retorted, never breaking eye contact. “Why can’t you just stay dead? What good does any of this do for you? Why are you such a glutton for punishment?”

“And you!” he roared, becoming enraged. “You had Remnant! You could have lived forever! You even made what I had been trying to perfect all my life! All of that, and you threw it away for Henry?!” Golden Bonnie raised his other hand, which Michael quickly grabbed as well.

“Stop referring to Jaime like she’s some garage kit project! She is not an object. Loathe as I am to utter these words, but she is your grandchild! Even now, you refuse to let go of your ego. You still aim to hurt your own family!”

“Yes, you would know plenty about hurting your family, wouldn’t you?” William sneered, grinning madly as Michael noticeably winced from the sting of those words. “You who murdered your own brother. And you preach to me? If not for that audacity, I’d almost think you were adopted rather than my own flesh and blood!”

What was going on? Jaime couldn’t keep track of the conversation. Everything was going by too fast. It felt like her brain was going to explode. She covered her ears, the tablet loudly clattering to the ground.

“No matter how much you try to keep me at bay, it will all fail in the end. You’re both trapped here. This is my domain, I created this mindscape! All that happens within it bends to my will!”

Michael cast a glance behind him, his tense expression softening. He turned back to face his father, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Did you forget already? I’m here. And I’m not bending to your will. Not anymore.” He shoved the synthetic back with all of his strength. “Run, Jaime! Open the doors and run! Once you reach the front doors, you’ll awake again.”

I don’t want to leave you.

“I’ll see you again when you wake up. Now go!”

Jaime stood despite the pain, opening the left door and sprinting out into the darkness.

“You fool!” William howled, fighting back against his son. “If the child steps into the dark, she’ll be swallowed up by the Nightmares! You’re sending her to her death!”

“The Nightmares won’t hurt Jaime.” Michael replied through gritted teeth, slowly losing his ability to actively hold the synthetic back. “After all, she’s just like them.”

“In what regard?!”

Jaime ran down the hallway, noticing a bright light with an exit sign over top of it. A doorway!

As she ran, glowing eyes peered at her from deep within the darkness, but they did nothing to approach her. She had wondered why there were no other synthetics in the building, but the truth was they were there, they just had no interest in hurting her.

“It’s simple: Jaime’s just another victim to you.”

☻

Jaime dove through the doorway and awoke on the couch in Glamrock Freddy’s green room. She was breathing hard, drenched in sweat. Her blonde hair stuck to her neck and forehead, and worst of all, the headache she had had in her dream was still there. Though now it was just a dull ache.

She looked over at Gregory, who was still fast asleep.

That dream was so real, Jaime thought, hugging herself tightly. Her dad, and someone who called himself her grandpa yet disguised himself as Bonnie. She had no idea what to make of all of it, but she knew that she had to hurry.

She pulled out a pen and small notebook from her shoulder bag that was on the table nearby and immediately began to write down everything she’d heard from that dream. Jaime didn’t have time to think about the words while she was still in that office, but once she wrote them down she’d be free to study them in detail. Maybe there was some clue on how to free Michael as well.

Her father had saved her again. Now it was her turn to figure out how to save him.

–

☺

Charlie awoke in a muted, generic looking room. To her right was a massive window that was slightly ajar. A gentle breeze blew through the room, causing the pure white curtains to flutter. She was enamored by the sight, lost in a daydream, when she suddenly realized there was a faint beeping coming from her left.

She turned, seeing a vital sign monitor. It was attached to her arm, and the beeping was her pulse. Was she in a hospital? What happened to her?

“How do you feel?”

Charlie looked towards the voice, realizing someone was sitting next to her. How had she not noticed them before? She heard their voice, but it seemed garbled. Even their face and body was blurred and strange. It felt like she was looking at them from behind thick, cloudy glass.

“You’ll be fine, your surgery was a success!”

“What happened to me?”

The figure sat in silence, looking at her. Even as Charlie squinted, she couldn’t make out who they were.

“Someone tried to hurt you, Charlie. He changed you, and then sent others to change you further. They wanted you to lose yourself, to forget who you really are.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You will someday.”

“Who are you?”

The figure was silent again. Charlie wished she could see their face. The slight movement told her they were emoting, but she had no way of seeing it in detail.

“It all comes to an end tonight.” The figure continued, pointedly avoiding Charlie’s question. “Charlie, do you remember Sammy?”

Of course she did. Sammy, her twin brother who was kidnapped and― wait, what? That wasn’t right. Sammy wasn’t the one who was taken that day. So why was that a memory that she could recall?

“I’m sorry,” the figure said, as if they could read her mind. “Those memories you have are nothing but lies. But you already know that. You learned from the real Charlie.”

The real Charlie.

“Charlie” looked down at herself, her body made in the image of a girl who never got to grow up. She began to feel self conscious, like she was living a lie. Which she had been, at some point before. This time was different.

“Charlie?”

“Please stop calling me that.” she pulled the blankets off of herself, swinging her legs over the side of the bed to stand. “That’s not my name. It never was my name.”

The figure reached out to her, but it didn’t try to actually grab her. Retracting the hand, they instead went back to talking.

“You don’t have to go.”

She ripped the IV and pulse monitors off of her arm and stood up.

“If you return, you’ll just be forced to suffer again. You may even die. This world can be anything you want it to be. You never have to worry about anything.”

HRMN.1 was no longer listening to the figure. She pulled the pins out of her hair, letting it fall loose and drape around her shoulders.

“Please! Think this through! You’re free from him now! Why would you ever want to go back!”

HRMN.1 ran a hand through her hair, combing it out with her fingers. It wasn’t brown like Charlie’s hair, nor was it the same fiery orange that she sported since she was reactivated. Her hair was white, pure white.

She walked towards the door and saw the thin mirror that was nailed to the nearby wall.

“You can’t even recognize yourself in the mirror.” The figure sighed, their voice filled with pain.

“I kinda like it,” Momo smiled, ruffling her own hair again. Piercing green eyes stared back at her. “So this is how I looked before Wilson modified me. . .”

“Please don’t leave.” The figure was beside her now. It grabbed her by her arm and held on tightly. So much so their fingers began to dig into her skin. “Just stay here with us.”

“Us?” HRMN.1 looked down at the figure, before looking up at the surroundings. There was no one else in the room.

The figure began to morph and blur, changing from something incomprehensible to the form of a woman. She was dressed like a clown, with bright red clothing, pale skin, and reddish orange hair tied in two giant pigtails. Her eyes were the same bright green as HRMN.1’s, and she had a red nose, red cheeks, and bright red lipstick. HRMN.1 had never met this woman before in her life, but somehow a name still fell from her lips.

“Circus Baby.”

The synthetic lunged at HRMN.1, wrapping her hands around her throat.

Both women tumbled to the ground with Baby on top. “You remember my name,” her face plates split open, revealing her endoskeleton. “I’m so touched.”

“Why are you doing this?” HRMN.1 grabbed onto her wrists, trying to pry her hands off. She wasn’t in danger of suffocating, she didn’t even need to breathe, but Baby was squeezing her neck so tightly it felt like she was trying to rip her head clean off.

“I told him that leaving you alive would cause nothing but trouble.” the clown growled, pressing her thumbs into the front of HRMN.1’s neck. “But no, he didn’t want to kill you. You were his revenge ticket, the best way to get back at Henry. He thought putting pieces of me and the others inside you would keep you asleep.”

HRMN.1 patted the ground beside her, searching for something, anything, that could get her out of this mess. Her fingers brushed against something wooden, and a quick glance showed it was a chair leg. She took hold of the leg and swung it, hitting Baby dead on.

“Whuh-??” she stumbled back, allowing HRMN.1 to swing at her again and put more distance between them.

“The music in my head that made me act and talk differently, that was you?” All of the events that happened throughout the past day and a half suddenly made more sense. “Why? I don’t understand!”

Baby groaned, getting up. There was a rage in her eyes that caused HRMN.1 to shudder.

“You don’t understand anything, it seems. But you’re just like me. There are things I don’t understand either.

“I don’t understand why he was so obsessed with you. With her. It was. . .awful.” Baby frowned, her face plates settling back in place. Her expression was sorrowful. “My father, obsessed with someone else’s daughter. Obsessed with a machine.”

HRMN.1 bit her lip, looking down at Baby with a pitying expression. However, she still held the chair in case Baby attacked her again. “What do you mean?”

Baby snarled, but the fire in her eyes was gone. “I feel everything. Disappointment, rage, jealousy. These emotions swirl within me, and I have no idea who they belong to anymore. Was it me, the real me? Or someone else?

“It’s like watching a movie, but through your own body. You’re just watching someone else live their life through your eyes.”

“Yeah, I can understand that part, at least.” HRMN.1 rolled her eyes in response.

“Do you ever want to feel loved by the person you admire? Is it really so bad for a daughter to crave love from her father?”

HRMN.1 lowered the chair, the words hitting far closer to home than she had expected. “Henry. . .”

“What? No! The man I’m talking about is far more brilliant than Henry. A truly magnificent man, and all I could do was watch. Watch with bated breath as he created marvelous, lifelike machines.

“A little girl’s father is her world. Her life blood. He instills upon her all of the knowledge and experience that she’ll need to make it through life, and she in return offers her heart and her love. It’s a beautiful lie, living in a glass house of emotions like that.

“Now imagine watching your father devote all of his time and attention on some machine. Something that doesn’t breathe, doesn’t bleed, and can’t love. It tears you up inside.” Baby looked like she was about to cry.

HRMN.1 knew those words, however. And all sympathy she had for this synthetic was replaced with disgust and anger.

“You’re talking about William Afton.” HRMN.1 spat, narrowing her eyes. “Sorry to break this to you, but William Afton is a creep. He’s incapable of love. All he does is cause pain and ruin people’s lives. You’re a fool to worship a man like that.”

Baby grew enraged, closing the gap between them and grabbing HRMN.1 by her shoulders. Luckily, she had the chair still, so she used it to keep Baby from getting too close.

“I should tear you limb from limb.” Baby hissed, her face plates opening to reveal saws and sharp mandibles. They sliced and poked at the chair, trying to reach HRMN.1’s face. “How can you say that? Aren’t you chasing the shadow of your dear old daddy just like me?”

“We may both be synthetics,” HRMN.1 used the chair to trap Baby’s head, shoving her backwards. “But unlike you, I was based on a real, breathing girl. You’re just a robot! Why are you obsessing over Afton??”

Baby calmly stepped back, pulling the chair off of her head and tossing it aside. “You don’t understand. We’re the same, you and I.

“It was the grand opening of Circus Baby’s Pizza World. I was so excited. I’d watched my father build Circus Baby from nothing. And the best part? He made her, just for me.

“But he wouldn’t let me see her. ‘You mustn’t be alone with Baby’, he would tell me. This wonderful creation, and I wasn’t allowed to see it. So I disobeyed my father.

“When no one was looking, I walked into the room to see her. She was so beautiful, so elegant. I wanted to be her, so so badly. I recall looking up at her, but I also recall looking down at a little girl. At Elizabeth. At myself.

“She gave me ice cream. I was overjoyed!

“When that little girl Elizabeth approached, I did what I was built to do. I killed her. And then everything went dark. When I awoke, I had gotten my wish. I was Circus Baby. And Circus Baby was me.” Baby smiled.

HRMN.1 felt her face twist with horror as the story began to sink in.

“Do you understand now? Us, two daughters, murdered and left to haunt the lifeless shells of machines. We’re the same, and that’s why Daddy put pieces of me in you. Only one of us is waking up, Charlie. And it’s not going to be you.” Baby's appearance shifted. Instead of her cute, bright red clown aesthetic, now she looked grungy and incomplete. Bits and chunks of scrap were loosely held together on her endoskeleton, and on her right arm she sported a huge claw with pointed teeth.

“My father is waiting for me, Charlie. You understand that I can’t keep him waiting.” She lunged at HRMN.1 again, her claw opened wide.

“Elizabeth, no!” HRMN.1 sidestepped in front of the door right as Baby stabbed at her, causing the synthetic to bury her claw into the wall. “You don’t have to do this. We don’t have to fight!”

“Oh, but we do.” Elizabeth ripped her claw free from the wall, turning to face her. “My real body is gone. It’s become something more. I don’t have anywhere else to return to. If I don’t take your place, then everything Daddy worked for will fall apart. You need to die, Charlie. And this time, stay dead!”

HRMN.1 looked around, lifting her arm and feeling the doorknob behind her. This time when Elizabeth lunged at her, HRMN.1 dove to the side while pulling the door open, causing the synthetic to sprawl out against the floor of the dark hallway.

“You made a mistake, Charlie.” Elizabeth sat up, turning to face HRMN.1. Her eyes glowed amidst the darkness. “Out here is where the Nightmares live. You’ll have to get past me and them, and they’ll rip you apart.

“You should have just let me take over your body.” Elizabeth laughed, standing up. From behind her, silhouettes of other synthetics began to form from the shadows. Multiple pairs of glowing eyes joined Elizabeth’s. “Now you’ll get torn to itty bitty pieces!”

The shadows approached closer but stopped when they were directly behind Elizabeth.

“Kill her,” she sneered, laughing louder.

HRMN.1 winced, waiting for the hands to grab her. She heard a scream, but it wasn’t her own. It was Elizabeth’s.

“Whu- What are you doing?! Let go of me! Let go of me right now!!” she cried as the shadows grabbed at her violently. They looked her in her eyes, and fear overcame her. “No! No no no!! Please!”

The shadows began to violently rip Elizabeth apart. Limbs, wires, and scrap were being tossed aside like garbage as the synthetic screamed and pleaded for help. HRMN.1 looked away, even when the screams stopped and the only sound left was the sound of metal being bent and dropped on the ground. When she finally looked back, the shadows were still focused on the body on the floor. All of them except for one.

HRMN.1 could tell that the shadow figure faintly resembled Foxy, but she couldn’t be sure. The shadow made eye contact with her, before pointing to the left end of the hallway. When she looked where it was pointing, there was an exit sign above a bright doorway.

“Uh, thank you.” she uttered, carefully walking around the carnage and hurried down the hallway. The shadows watched her go, their eyes glowing softly.

☻

When HRMN.1 walked through the door, her eyes opened. She looked around, realizing she was back in the service cylinder. She had woken up? Momo sat up, rubbing her cheek.

“How do you feel?”

HRMN.1 tensed up, feeling a shot of deja vu course through her system.

“Momo?” Jin gently grabbed her shoulder, concerned. “Are you okay?”

It was just Jin. It was just Jin, that’s right. She was the one who was previously working on her. Momo exhaled heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her body felt heavy, sluggish.

“What did you find?”

“There were three things I found. The first two were chips that Wilson had modified. One of them was in your brain and it served no purpose for your programming, so I got rid of it. The second one made this weird humming noise. I shut it off and put it back, but when I did, the strangest thing happened.” Jin pulled a hand mirror from a nearby drawer.

The first chip must’ve been the music that had been keeping me asleep, Momo thought. But what was the second one?

Jin held the mirror in front of Momo, and when she looked in, she saw herself staring back. Her white-haired, green-eyed self.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, twirling her hair around her fingers. It was one of those chips that altered her appearance! She had thought there was only one, but Wilson must’ve installed a second one when he was too lazy to actually edit her appearance. “What was the last thing?”

Jin grinned, leaning forward. “You didn’t notice?”

Momo squinted at the mirror, trying to find something out of place. Aside from her hair and eyes, everything else looked to be the same.

“It’s your eyes.” Jin laughed, “Remember how they were pink with cogs? That was a real change, not something that was cloaked by that humming chip. I managed to locate your original eyes and swap them out.” She nodded towards a case on one of the metal trays nearby, which had two eyes laying on them. Just as Jin said, they were Momo’s previous eyes.

“What do you think they did?” HRMN.1 asked, walking over to the tray and gently poking the eyes with her finger.

“No idea, but I’m going to destroy them just in case.”

HRMN.1 narrowed her eyes. All of these changes, planned by Wilson and William. Then there was Elizabeth, who tried to take over her body. All of it made her angry. She grabbed the eyes and crushed them in her hands, watching as the hardware fell to the ground.

“Momo?”

“Jin, do you have something to write with?”

The woman fumbled a bit, turning and grabbing a tablet. She then nodded to HRMN.1, who finally made eye contact with her. “What’s going on?”

“I have some things I need to recount and I want them written down. Can you take notes for me?”

–

Jin and HRMN.1 were recounting their notes when Freddy and Joyner walked in. Even Freddy was taken aback when he saw Momo.

“HRMN.1, is that you?” he asked, dumbfounded. The bear almost didn’t recognize her. “Hmm. This procedure was more invasive than I had initially expected.”

“Yes, it’s still me. Jin fixed me right up. Do you like my hair?” She laughed as Freddy gently ran his fingers through her alabaster hair.

Joyner stood near the entrance, blinking slowly. It was Charlie. It really was Charlie. She looked different, of course. She had ears and a tail, white hair and green eyes, but it really was her. Joyner bit his lip, unable to find the words. He had no clue what he would even say to her. There was no guarantee she would even remember him!

“This was a mistake.” He turned, heading back to the service elevator.

“Sammy?”

Joyner froze. God, she even sounded like Charlie. He slowly turned, looking over his shoulder. HRMN.1 was walking towards him, her hands folded over her abdomen. She smiled softly, tilting her head.

“I recognized you. I mean, you’re Charlotte’s twin. We look the same, so of course I’d know you anywhere.”

Joyner gestured vaguely, looking her up and down. “You’re older but you look just like her. I can’t even believe it. Dad built you?”

HRMN.1 nodded. “I was one of four. But yeah, Henry built me. If it makes you feel better, he abandoned me before I was completed. He had. . .second thoughts.”

“No, it doesn’t make me feel better. He brought you to life and then tried to kill you. Isn’t that what the fire was for?

“I’ll never know what was going through his head, but he built you to be Charlie. No matter what happens, you’re still my sister.” Sammy extended his arms, ushering HRMN.1 in for a hug which she happily accepted.

“I know we technically never met, but I missed you, Sammy.”

“I missed you too, Charlie. So much. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for fighting with you back then. If I had just apologized sooner, maybe things would’ve been different.” He squeezed her gently. She felt so real. She was warm, and her body wasn’t obviously solid like he expected a synthetic to be. It was almost like she was the real Charlie. He felt tears well up in his eyes as the emotions overcame him.

HRMN.1 reached up, gently wiping his eyes. She smiled, something genuine and warm, her own eyes glossed over with tears. “Don’t put that on yourself. It wasn’t your fault. This is because of William.”

“Speaking of William,” Jin interrupted, motioning to the tablet. “There’s something we need to fill you guys in on.”

“Same with us. Shall we compare notes?”

–

Gregory awoke to the sound of a pen scratching against paper.

“Freddy?” he asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Across from him sat Jaime, who made an apologetic face.

“No, just me. Sorry. Did I wake you up?”

“No, I was just taking a nap anyway. What’s going on?” He sat up straight, pointing at what Jaime was writing.

“I had a really weird dream. But it felt way too real to be just a dream, you know? So I’m writing it all down so I don’t forget it.” Jaime put down the pen, flipping the pages. At least 2 full pages of notes. It was all she could recall, but it was a good start. Once she figured out what everything meant, then she could hopefully help her dad.

Gregory didn’t really understand why she had to write down her dream, but he figured it was just a Jaime thing. He looked at his Faz-watch and noticed two familiar blips on the map. Freddy and Momo! They both looked to be in Parts and Service too.

“Jaime! I think Momo’s maintenance is done, she’s up and Freddy is down there with her!”

“Oh perfect! Let’s go see them. I need to tell my mom about my dream anyways.” She closed the notebook and stuck it into her bag before leaning down to put her shoes back on.

Once ready, the two began their walk to Parts and Service.

–

“Jaime.”

She paused, looking around. It was the voice again, the same voice from her dream. It must’ve been her dad. He was trying to reach out to her again!

Gregory kept walking, as if he didn’t hear a thing. Was it just in her head?

“Jaime.”

“Where are you?” she whispered, walking over to a room beside Monty’s green room. She waited, hoping to hear the voice again. It had sounded like it was coming from this room, but she had never seen it before.

“Jaime.” the voice repeated from beyond the door.

She pushed the door open, carefully stepping inside. It was dark aside from the faint glow of the 5 pods around her. They were charging pods for the synthetics. Jaime walked past the tubes, looking within each one to see who was inside. Roxy, Chica, Monty, Bonnie, Foxy. They were all here, asleep.

“Jaime.” The voice was louder, coming from another door near the back of the room.

“I’m here, Dad. Where are you?” She approached the door, looking up at it. It had a handle, not a doorknob. So it must be one of those sliding doors? Jaime grabbed the handle and pulled with all of her might. Slowly, the door slid open.

Upon closer inspection, it looked to be a closet for the synthetics to store their costumes. It wasn’t large enough to hide anything human-sized, so Jaime felt her hopes get dashed. Had she imagined the voice after all?

“Jaime.”

The voice sounded like it was directly in front of her. She reached into the closet, her hand being drawn to a certain costume in particular. Digging into one of the pockets, she pulled out a Bonnie plushie, however it wasn’t the normal colors. It looked greenish yellow, but didn’t seem to be dirty or painted. Maybe it was a special edition?

“You’ve found me~” the voice softly cooed, Jaime knowing now that it came from the plushie. She smiled, hugging it tightly.

“I found you, and I’m not going to let you go. I’m going to find a way to save you.” She stuck the plushie into her bag and quickly left the room.

“There you are!” Gregory called from behind Jaime as she was shutting the door. She jumped, whipping around before calming down once she saw his face.

“Gregory! You scared me.”

“Me? You’re the one who wandered off! Be more careful, okay? We shouldn’t be alone. Let’s go see Freddy and the others.” He turned and continued walking, not seeming to have noticed where Jaime had come out of.

Jaime took one look at the door before adjusting her shoulder strap and running after Gregory.

–

5:31am.

The children joined the others down in Parts and Service. With Jaime’s recollection of her dream, the group had more information to go off of.

“Good grief―” Jin sat down, putting a hand at her temple. She was taking this information hard, of course. The idea of her husband locked in a dream battle with her father-in-law was just a bit too much for her. Joyner grabbed a water bottle from a nearby vending machine and handed it to her.

“It looks like all of the major pieces are in place.” Freddy announced, looking at the others. “We are the only ones left who can investigate further. It seems like we will find all of our answers if we investigate the pizzeria underneath the building.”

“The common theme looks to be that everything will come to an end tonight. What could that mean?” HRMN.1 asked, tying her hair up into her normal high ponytail.

“There’s only one way to find out!” Gregory hopped up, an excited glint in his eyes. “We head down into the sinkhole!”

“Gregory,” Freddy leant down to the boy’s height, putting a hand on his shoulder. “This will be dangerous. We have no idea what we are dealing with. I may not be able to protect you. Do you understand? Do all of you understand?”

The boy nodded, and the others agreed along with him. There was no turning back now.

“Then let us go. The one behind it all is awaiting us.”

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famousfilmsfan · 1 year

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The Gifts

Bryan: Hey, Jon?

Jon; Yeah?

Bryan: Can we not be here on my birthday?

Jon: Why? I thought you loved the parties here

Bryan: I do, but the others gifts aren't really gifts. Most of the time they’re either just returning stuff they stole from me, or just buying stuff for themselves.

Nearby Lolbit, glam rock Freddy and Clone Freddy looked offended both of them are holding present boxes

Lolbit: We don’t do that.

Freddy: Yeah

G.Freddy: Yeah you do.

Freddy: What?

G.Freddy: What did you get him?

Freddy: Something very special to him.

The box he’s holding began to move

Helpy: *muffled* Let me out of here!

Freddy: Quiet!

G.Freddy: Lolbit? Did you either steal something or get something for yourself.

Lolbit: No way

G.Freddy opens the box and pulls out a shirt that says ‘Worlds best Lolbit’ with Lolbits face on it.

Lolbit:…..f*ck i’m a bad friend

#thefamousfilms #fnaf 6 #mcfnafverse #headcanons

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makerofmadness · 1 year

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aight I haven't made FNAF incorrect quotes in ages if I reuse one I did in a past post so be it

(uh disclaimer: I hc that the FNAF 3 guard and the other three named guards in the series are the fnaf 4 bullies so this is not operating under the theory that Michael is the fnaf 3 guard)

shoutouts to @umbrarkzoo for being cool and getting into a dawko fnaf meme review

*UCN* Mr. Hippo: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them? The Puppet, watching Bonnie screaming, Golden Freddy trying to set a sleeping William Afton on fire, and Foxy choking on air: I don't know either.

Vanessa, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with um, seven espresso shots. William Afton, inside her mind: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine.

Golden Freddy: Mr. Hippo is forbidden from monologuing

FNAF 3 Guard: What do we think of Fritz? *pause* Jeremy Fitzgerald: *sighs* Nice pal. Michael Afton: I think he's gay.

Jeremy Fitzgerald: Fritz, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor. Fritz Smith: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?

Crying Child, laying in bed: Get out of my room. Michael Afton, standing just outside of the door frame: I’m not in your room.

Bonnie: I assume you realize that this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in this house. Toy Bonnie: Is there any kind of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?

Circus Baby: The salary of a clown is 51,000 dollars. Circus Baby, gesturing to Funtime Foxy and Ballora fighting: And yet these idiots do it daily, and for free!

Montgomery Gator: Do you guys hear something? Roxanne Wolf: I hear the sound of you shutting the fuck up.

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

Michael Afton, about to be scooped: I have been tricked, I have been backstabbed, and I have quite possibly been bamboozled.

Mangle: I have a problem. Toy Bonnie: If it's harder than 2+2, I can't help.

Moon: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers! Gregory: Please, just say fuck.

Michael Afton: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time. Fritz Smith: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

*pre-divorce*

William Afton: So you like cats? Henry Emily: Yeah. William Afton: *tries to impress him by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

Fritz Smith: *coughs blood* Jeremy Fitzgerald: Don't die, Fritz! Fritz Smith: Don't tell me what to do!

Michael Afton: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess? Helpy: Your life? Michael Afton: I- well yes, but-

Michael Afton: Everyone knows that Santa is an invention designed by the big five corporations to sell tinsel and video games to an unsuspecting public. Phone Guy: The whole “childhood wonder” stage just blew right past you, didn’t it?

*Something crashes* Gregory: Shoot- Glamrock Freddy: *running into the room in a panic* WHAT FELL?! Vanessa: *walking by the room calmly* What died?

Ballora: I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan. Funtime Freddy: We could attack them with hummus. Ballora: I stand corrected. Funtime Freddy: Just keeping things in perspective.

The Puppet: That's it, I'm cutting off the internet! Toy Freddy: No, please don't! I have a family to feed! The Puppet: The Puppet: What? Toy Freddy: I need to feed my Neopets!

Roxanne Wolf: I think we can all agree I’m the ten amongst these threes.

#Fnaf #Incorrect quotes #Incorrect FNAF quotes

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“When I’m Gone” (2).

Chapter Two

Alana stands atop a rickety chair. It protests with the slightest movement, and it doesn’t help that the pin she’s trying to push in, refuses to budge. She huffs. Maybe using tape or blue tack was the way to go.

The chair wobbles dangerously side-to-side. Alana starts to brace herself for impact, but the chair seems to right itself.

“Miss Arthur,” Vanessa starts in her I’m-an-adult-and-definitely-did-not-just-turn-fifteen-today tone of voice, “I told you we should’ve bought a stepladder. One of these days you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Bah!” Alana waves away the concern. “Why buy a stepladder when we have a perfectly good chair right here?” She turns back to the wall. “Do you feel any different?”

If she could just line up the thumbtack with a previously established hole…

Vanessa hums. “No, not really.”

The thumbtack slides a few centimeters further than what’s needed. “Really now? I remember when I was your age-”

“-you walked up two hills, both ways, barefoot, and you sat next to Jesus Christ in your one room schoolhouse.”

“Hey! I’m not that old.” In her peripheral vision, she watches Vanessa stick her tongue out.

“Sorry, I forgot. Maybe it was one hill? And shoes were probably invented by then, right?”

Alana reaches down just to grab a spare dish rag to throw at her. It hits her square in the face but given it’s a small piece of cloth (which weighs hardly anything soaking wet), all Vanessa can do is giggle as it hits the floor.

Alana shakes her head, tightening her hold on the thumbtack. “Well, there goes my free, motherly advice,” she teases, clicking her tongue. “Now, hold this chair still. Unless you’d like to be the one to do it?”

“Uh...couldn’t we just tape it up?”

Alana opens her mouth to retort, but a small ruckus coming from upstairs stops her short. “Guess Gregory’s awake,” she mumbles to herself. “Vanessa, can you please-”

“-On it.” Always the one to be proactive, Alana hears her thud through the kitchen, into the living room, and up the stairs.

As if some God, somewhere has heard her prayers, on her next try, the thumbtack slips in. The banner holds perfectly. The words: Happy 15th Birthday are printed across it in bright colors.

Alana hopes Vanessa has a good birthday. It’s the least she deserves.

X-x-x

Upstairs, in a room painted sunshine yellow, Gregory stares at the ceiling. His eyes still feel heavy, and no adults are in sight, which means naptime isn’t over yet. But if that’s the case, why is he awake? Gregory tries to recall waking up, but he can’t. A sudden awareness of his surroundings and the ache of exhaustion is all he can remember.

He rubs his fist in his eye. That seems to take away some of the heaviness, so Gregory forces himself to sit upright. He yawns, the urge to flop back down and sleep is tempting, but he needs to get his card ready for Vanessa.

Ms. Fritz, his daycare teacher, had been so proud of his insistence on wanting to write the whole message out himself. She had even given him a gold star for it.

He rolls off the toddler-size bed onto the carpeted floor. Mama let him go to the store with her to pick it out. It has characters from all the Freddy Fazbear locations: Foxy, Bonnie, Chica, Freddy, and Fredbear, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Toy Freddy, and Helpy. But his favorite has to be the characters closest to his bed. Smaller than the rest of the pictures is a sneak peak, group photo of the upcoming Pizza Plex characters. It’s not opening any time soon, unfortunately, but he already knows Glamrock Freddy will be the best out of all of them.

Gregory stands in the middle of the room, one hand on his hip and the other tapping a finger against his chin. Now, if he could just remember where Mama put his bag. Ms. Fritz tucked his card inside, underneath his teddy bear. His eyes land on a piece of blue fabric, sticking up out of his dresser.

Absolutely delighted at having found his bag, and by proxy, his sister’s card, he pads over to the dresser. Except the handle is just out of his reach. He jumps on his tippy toes, lunging for it, but he’s still a foot or so shorter than needed.

Gregory huffs. He needs a chair...his eyes wander over his bedroom...or a stack of books. He pulls some books off his bookshelf. Why didn’t he think of this before? It’s genius, which is a word he learned from Vanessa after he walked into a wall.

Carefully, he stacks the books in front of the dresser. He climbs up, and thankfully, is tall enough now to grab out his bag. Overjoyed he jumps, celebrating. The books slide to the left unexpectedly. His heart skips a beat, as he loses his balance and tumbles to the floor.

He lays, sprawled out, on the floor. The pain doesn’t register for a minute, and it’s not until he hears someone coming up the stairs that he comes back to reality. The back of his head is pounding, and his back, legs, and arms feel like they were rubbed raw. He cries, coming out in short hiccups.

“Mama...mama…” his chest stutters as he tries to calm himself down.

He hears his door open but can’t bring himself to look. “Oh, no, Gregory are you okay?”

He shakes his head slightly. “No, Vanny, help me. Please.”

She pulls him up, examining his injuries. Gently, she soothes his hair. “Do you want a hug? Would that make you feel better?”

“Uh...huh...and-and can you kiss my head?”

“Of course,” she says, leaning in to kiss his crown. She wraps her arms around him. When eventually, after several moments of tolerating her hold, he starts squirming, Vanessa loosens her grip.

“All better now,” he tells her, face still wet with tears. His arms, legs, and back still hurt. But his sister is here, and she has the ability to make it all go away.

“What were you doing that made you fall?”

He blanches at the question. The bag is close by, and he can see his teddy bear peeking out. “Nothing,” he says, getting to his feet.

“Nothing, huh? So, you just decided to fall for fun?”

“Mhm.” He nods, slyly kicking the bag under his bed.

Vanessa eyes him up and down. “You’re so weird,” she laughs. “Miss Arthur is finishing up the decorations. I think we’re having pizza tonight.”

Gregory squeals, he loves pizza. What kid doesn’t?

Well, he knows that one of the boys from his class doesn’t, but that’s only because he gets really, really sick when he eats it. So everyone, excluding him.

He bounces on his heels. “What kind? What kind?”

“Dunno, probably pepperoni and cheese.”

“Yay!” He jumps on his bed, flopping down. “Oh, Vanny?” He turns his head to face her.

“Yes?”

“It’s your born day, right?”

Vanessa laughs again and doesn’t seem to stop. “It’s...it’s...it’s my...my birth-” She doubles over, holding her stomach. “Ha, sorry...it’s not born day. Birthday. The word you’re looking for is birthday.” When she finally recovers, Vanessa takes a few deep breaths. “And, yes, today is my birthday.”

“Good! I have something to give you then.”

“Oh? Let me see.”

Gregory shakes his head, annoyed. Didn’t adults know that presents were for after dessert? At least that’s what mama told him. “No, Vanny! Not until later.” He fixes her with his best stern glare.

His sister sticks out her tongue. “Brat,” she says.

He returns the favor, sticking out his tongue and shouting, “dum-dum!”

“Ankle-biter.”

“Stupid-head.”

“Tiny tot.”

“Meanie pants.”

“Hey, I am not mean,” Vanessa says, reaching over to mess his bangs up.

“Yes, you are...sometimes.”

“Vanessa, Gregory! The pizza’s here!” Mama calls for them, down in the kitchen.

“Coming!” His sister shouts over her shoulder. “C’mon dinner’s ready,” she tells him, before hurrying out of his room. He goes to follow before pausing in the doorway. Vanessa’s card!

He can see the bag sticking out under his bed, but he can also smell the pizza in the kitchen. And going down the stairs takes him so long without Vanessa or mama carrying him. Surely, mama will let him go get the bag once dinner’s over.

Yeah, he reasons, he’ll just get the card after dinner.

X-x-x

“Thank you for the pizza, Miss Arthur,” Vanessa says, taking another bite of her pepperoni pizza.

“You’re very welcome.”

Vanessa nudges her brother with her elbow. Sometimes he could be so forgetful.

“Ow! What-” His lips formed into an o, as he finally realized. “Thank you, mama.”

She took another bite of her pizza, rougher than necessary, some of the cheese slid off onto her plate. Miss Arthur smiles and repeats her earlier sentiments. Vanessa loves Miss Arthur, considers her the closest person to a mother. And she loves, and is insanely grateful, for the fact that she took in Gregory instead of leaving him at the mercy of the foster care system.

But she hates, hates, hates that her brother refers to Miss Arthur as “mama”. It feels like he’s betraying their biological mother - as non-present as she currently was in their lives. At the end of the day, she’s still their mother. So, what if Miss Arthur is all Gregory knows? That shouldn’t matter. Afterall, it’s really the principle of it all.

Miss Arthur leans over to Gregory, thumb brushing some crumbs off his chin. He giggles, leaning towards Vanessa in a childish attempt at running away. Her whole body suddenly feels too hot.

Vanessa tries to breathe normally, but she can feel each beat of her heart, pounding against the confines of her ribcage. She can hear the blood running through the veins in her ears. She blinks once, twice, three times to clear the fog from her head.

She glances over at Miss Arthur, who is now playing peek-a-boo with Gregory. He’s two, which is a little old for a game about object permanence, but he seems to be enjoying the game.

There’s a loud clunk as Vanessa slams her hands on the table. Her cup falls to the floor, shattering. She eyes Miss Arthur.

“You’re not our mother. Stop pretending like you are.”

All the joy is sucked out of the moment by nine little words. Miss Arthur doesn’t say anything, just mumbles some excuse about needing something from the corner store, and to get Gregory ready for bed. Even though he just woke up an hour ago.

X-x-x

“Vanny, why did you say that? You made her sad.”

Vanessa’s throat constricts, it makes it hard to talk. “I..I know. I didn’t mean it. We’ll be fine in the morning, don’t you worry.” She boops him on the nose, sending him into a fit of giggles. “Goodnight, I love you.”

“Goodnight, Vanny.”

Vanessa flicks the light off and does a quick check to make sure his nightlight is still working properly. A second set of goodnights are echoed back at each other, before Vanessa pulls herself into the hallway. She closes Gregory’s bedroom door behind her.

Without her brother keeping her company, there’s no distractions to keep from rethinking that moment over and over again. Miss Arthur had looked so hurt, but she couldn’t understand why. Literally speaking, Miss Arthur wasn’t their mother, biologically or adoptively.

To add insult to injury, Miss Arthur has brought up adoption before. Vanessa had always declined the offer, citing her mother’s broken promises with sad, hopeful eyes, and never has Miss Arthur ever gotten angry with her for rejecting the offer, not once.

“Good luck getting adopted now,” she mutters, probably should start packing before Mrs. Smith arrives.

Back in the bedroom, Vanessa stuffs a few outfits, some toiletries, her homework, a photo of Gregory and her, and a drawing Gregory drew for her for Mother’s Day, into a small suitcase. She drags the suitcase off the bed, allowing it to thud onto the floor. Satisfied, she flops on the bed.

Vanessa knows Gregory won’t take long to pack for. Despite having more stuff in his room than her, there were few things he actually showed interest in. If she closed her eyes, she could picture exactly what he’d want to bring. Vanessa would pack an outfit or two and his toiletries, of course, but he would also want his teddy bear and security blanket.

Simple items with so many sentiments and memories tied to them. His teddy bear, if Vanessa remembers correctly, was given to him by one of the social workers during a visit. A nice gift by all accounts, and Gregory took a liking to it immediately.

His blanket, on the other hand, has always been with him. Quite literally too, the day he arrived at the house, he was swaddled in it. There’s nothing remarkable about it. It’s an off-white color with little, faded pictures of old Fredbear and Friends characters. At the very top, embroidered in pink, are the letters C.E.

She has little idea about who C.E is, and it’s not like Gregory can tell her. Poor kid can hardly remember which bedroom is his, and it’s likely it was just a donation item that DHS threw-in as a pity gift.

The blackness behind her eyes turns to a reddish color. She opens her eyes to see car lights being reflected on her ceiling. An exaggerated sigh leaves her mouth. “That was quick.”

She goes to collect her bag and wake Gregory up, but as she passes the window, she can make out two people - a man and a woman - slamming their car doors closed. They instantly put Vanessa on edge.

She keeps an eye on them, as she reaches for her phone. The phone, she sees out of the corner of her eye, is just out of reach. Vanessa extends her arm as far it can go, shoulder aching from the effort. Her eyes never leave the people outside. They’ve stopped moving and seem to be staring at the front porch.

Ah, to hell with it!

Vanessa leans away from the window, swiping her phone off the nightstand.

She returns to her spot in front of the window, already dialing 9-1-1.

“9-1-1 where’s your emergency?”

“57 C-” Her blood runs cold.

“Ma’am?” The operator asks, concerned.

“The people...the people are gone…”

Oh, shit! This isn’t good. She needs to calm down and think clearly, but she can’t move from her spot; it's like she’s glued to it.

“What people? Ma’am can I please have the address? I can’t send help if you don’t give me an address, it’ll take a long time before help will arrive.”

She tries to listen to the operator’s words, but all her racing mind can think about is Gregory. He has no way to defend himself. If something happens to him...

Vanessa gives the rest of the address to a very concerned, very baffled operator, and hangs up. The call disconnects and she runs as fast as she can all the way to Gregory’s room.

He’s sleeping peacefully, face lax and breathing rhythmic. Completely unaware of the mess happening around him.

Good, she thinks, shutting and locking the door behind her, at least one of us isn't an anxious wreck.

#fnaf security breach #fnaf gregory #fnaf vanessa #fnaf vanny #Gregory and Vanessa #cross posted on ao3 #when i'm gone #FNAF fanfic

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Rachel-eve-puppet here! Changed username! I would die for some fluff with Matt and Spring Jr!

This life was more tiring, boring.

Matt had a 12-kilogram weight named Spring JR strapped to his leg.

An annoying condition, the bear robot, Lefty had that was nonnegotiable; was Matt being present for it. Like he had a choice, Lefty was ready to withdraw everything he had given whenever he wanted.

It was easy to make him happy but also easy to piss him off.

“What are you doing?”

He turned his attention from his laptop, he saw the little bear, Helpy looking at him curiously, he wondered if Lefty had left him here deliberately because he didn’t trust him, he knew Helpy couldn’t force him into things like Lefty but Helpy certainly looked like a tattletale.

“Nothing important to you,” Matt dismissed him, waving his hand in “shoo” gesture, preferring to be left alone.

It appeared Helpy didn’t understand, he just stood still, he watched Matt's hand but stayed still, Matt then repeated the gesture and said “Shoo! Go away!” for good measure.

Helpy didn’t move, but he had seen what Matt was looking at because he stepped forward and closed his laptop screen immediately.

“You're not supposed to be looking at that.”

“Why??” Matt asked him, “You're so worried about your secrets getting out??”

“No, because with the technology you're using, Fazbear Entertainment can track your IP and confirm your identity, and they will make you disappear,” Helpy emphasised the last part with a serious face and a flat tone, something about it was unnerving considering Helpy was like a Care Bear.

“And they will do it quick enough so you can’t talk,” Helpy snapped his finger, “They get suspicious of people who search up that stuff, please reframe from doing so.”

Matt didn’t think about that, Lefty said it would drive him insane and he shouldn’t be looking it up, he didn’t know they could potentially track him to the house.

Helpy clapped his hand together, “Since you aren’t working... how about spending time with your son?”

“I don’t view it as my son.”

“Yes, I think it's weird too, but technically you were the incubator for him, which is technically what a pregnancy is.”

Matt narrowed his eyes.

“Yes, yes I know you hate that term, but the kids only laughed at it for three days then they lost interest... they didn’t laugh at what happened to you, they laughed at the concept of it....” Helpy walked away then turned and said, “So what can you and Springle do?”

“Exist in two different rooms?” Matt suggested sounding hopeful.

“Painting! Ooh, I love painting! Has Spring ever done finger painting?”

“No, that's messy.”

“That's why we have something called outside... I can set it up! You just need to get Spring,” Helpy walked away.

Matt was irritated Helpy didn’t offer to get Spring JR himself, he was capable, he just didn’t want to, or rather Lefty told him he shouldn’t do that.

Spring JR was easy to locate, he was in his toddler bed, half asleep, he immediately perked up when he saw the door open, he looked even more excited to see Matt.

Matt brought him downstairs, Helpy had come out of the kitchen and looked at Matt before walking upstairs, he was probably seeing if Matt was actually holding Spring JR right, Matt once said he'd lift him by his ears and Lefty countered saying if he ever saw him doing that, he'd break his coffee mug and force him to drink coffee out of a bowl.

Helpy came back, pulling a box of things behind him, then lifting it, slowly coming down the stairs, then he stood next to Matt. “Outside,” He said then walked into the kitchen, directly to the door that led outside, he placed down the box, he stood up and pulled the door handle down, opening the door, he shoved it open and turned, pulling the box outside.

It wasn’t much, considering Lefty liked having a peaceful enclosed space outside, it was still nice. They were on the deck that Lefty and Rockstar Foxy built, which was under the shade. The deck had two areas to sit, Helpy walked towards the rounded table with six chairs, bringing the items with him.

Matt followed him, still holding Spring JR, Helpy pulled out one of the chairs, he used it as a step, putting the box on the table, Helpy then turned to Matt, “Come on and sit!”

Matt decided it was less of a pain to just do what he said.

Matt sat down, Spring JR was in his lap, Helpy opened the box and pulled out some items, he then paused, “Probably need to cover the table with something, I'm sure Lefty will hate me if the table gets messy.”

“He'd probably blame me.”

“You know you kind of remind me of a more sour Greg,” Helpy pulled a large grey material square out of the box.

“How exactly?”

“Greg thinks a lot of things are his fault, it isn’t his fault and neither is what happened to you,” Helpy placed down the box so he could put down the material over the table.

“Why did that feel like a lie?” Matt asked him.

“It wasn’t!” Helpy exclaimed shaking his head, “The problem is... I'll be honest Matt, you're kind of unlikeable... but you can improve! Everyone improved...”

“Even Lefty's favourite Alec?”

“Lefty doesn’t have favourites,” Helpy automatically answered pushing the material flat.

“Then why does he spend so much time with him?”

“Alec chooses to.”

“But why?”

Helpy looked up at him, “You haven’t been paying attention?”

Matt was silent.

Helpy sighed and placed down the paint tubes on the table, “Alec was alone, he was scared after what happened to him.”

“He was turned into a teddy bear, right?”

“Not quite, he was body swapped... like in the movie Freaky Friday. Lonely Freddy stole his identity... Alec was too scared to ask for help anyway... but when he was finally discovered, Lefty made a promise to him, that no matter what, he was going to get him back to his body... and well when it was just me, Lefty and Alec, we did everything we could to show him a bad experience doesn’t shape his life,” Helpy looked at the tube of yellow paint like he was checking how much there was before placing it down.

“Lefty never said this,” Helpy continued talking, “But I think he just grew attached to Alec after a while, he was use to seeing him every day, and eventually, Alec was also used to the life he had, I think he was okay as long as Lefty was there.”

“So Alec decided after he got his body back to get up and leave his family?” Matt asked, he knew Alec and Hazel's parents were still alive but they weren’t even mentioned at any point.

“Not quite,” Helpy answered, “It wasn’t easy... his parents never provided him with the emotional care he needed, and Lefty did, Lefty thought just because he was the way he was, it didn’t mean he should be sad... I could tell after everything, Alec was just conflicted, he wanted to stay with Lefty but he didn’t know if he could... it's similar to you, Lefty doesn’t want you to be sad either.”

“I’m not sad.”

“You're angry because you are sad, Lefty doesn't know exactly how to approach you, that was the same for Alec, Greg, Millie, and Devon, Lefty wants to respect distance by not getting in your face but he wants you to remember you can always come to talk to him if you want to, one experience can make or break someone, don’t let this break you.”

“I'm... I’m okay.”

“Doesn’t sound like it, why don’t you express the frustrations with painting?” Helpy suggested, he got up on the table and placed some paper in front of him, he then walked away and took his seat.

“Springy!” Helpy called his attention, “Watch!”

Helpy took a tube of paint and squirted some on the paper, he then placed down his hand, he smeared it over the paper, he then lifted it to show Spring JR, “Fun!”

Spring JR made an “Ooooh” noise, Helpy didn’t seem to care he had gone to the level of a child now.

Helpy nodded, “Yes! Why don’t you paint a lovely picture? What colour do you want? We haven’t got any purple but I can mix it using red and blue!”

“Green! Green!” Spring JR said.

Helpy held up the green tube of paint, “Here! Have fun!”

“He's going to make a mess,” Matt warned him how messy young kids could be.

“Yes, but it'll be a fun mess!” Helpy nodded.

Spring JR seem to test the technique Helpy used, he smeared it almost the same way, he stared for it for a minute then started smacking the paint in the page with his hands, creating an imprint.

Then he moved on, trying his own thing, Matt watched him draw a circle with the green on another piece of paper, he then turned it into a smile by pressing two dots and drawing a curved line.

“Ooh, that's pretty,” Helpy said, “Why don’t you take an interest?”

“Okay then, what are you painting?” Matt asked.

“I'm painting a fox,” Helpy replied.

“Foxes don’t have pink on them,” Matt spoke a matter of fact seeing the fact Helpy was adding pink on.

“They can in painting, reality doesn’t apply!” Helpy replied scratching in some pink over the muzzle of the fox he drew, “Have some fun Matt! Your son enjoys it!”

Matt looked at the colours, he took the pale blue colour, he poured some into the middle of his palm, he spread it over his whole hand, then he pressed it down on a blank page, leaving his handprint, now Helpy couldn’t argue he wasn’t contributing.

Spring looked curious at the handprint.

Then he pressed his own against it.

Matt immediately realised.

The little shit.

“Hey don’t do that! You ruin your own things!”

“No! No! He didn’t! It looks nice!” Helpy immediately said.

Matt's anger immediately burnt out, it was the quickest his anger ever died. Matt looked at the page, seeing his handprint with Spring JR's pressed in the middle, in the end, it was just a little handprint.

Father and Son.

He remembered that day.

Just being uncomfortable.

Now it had come to this day and this lifestyle.

Spring JR turned his head to look up at him, almost like he was waiting for a response.

“Don’t ever change...” Matt said speaking honestly, not looking forward to him being a teenager at some point, at least he was playful at this point and not angry.

Spring JR poked his tongue out, laughed and reached out his hands, Matt forgot about his paint soaked hands until he pressed them against his cheeks.

Well, two can play at that game.

Matt pressed the tip of his nose with one finger, leaving a blue dot on his little black nose.

Helpy watched, intrigued, not making a single sound, he watched the back to back responses, just naturally occurring, it was like Helpy didn’t exist and this was just them, Matt actually having his anger cancelled out by Spring JR existence.

It was a step forward in the right direction.

Helpy took that as a cue to leave and make himself a cup of tea, leaving the father and son alone for a few minutes.

A few minutes of bonding.

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