#I’m so sorry to Michael Afton once again

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton let his FNAF trauma slip again…

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You Catch Them Masturbating

includes: William Afton, Henry Emily, Phone Guy, Michael Afton, and Vanny/Vanessa

warnings: nsfw minors dni, gn reader (unspecified private parts), oral (male and female receiving), voyeurism (I think?)

William Afton:

• It was impossible to not be intimidated by him, especially when he was so attractive. So having him as a boss was more than enough to make you a flustered mess.

• You did your best to be respectful, always calling him “sir” and giving a smile before you had to look away from nerves, he seemed to appreciate all your work and obedience, and you never bothered him, until today.

•You just wanted to tell him that everyone left and you were about to go home too, but you got something more when you knocked on the door, a muffled groan sounding from the office before he answered you.

• “Come in~” he had practically purred as you opened the door, your jaw falling open at the sight before you. He was lounging on his couch, his cock out of his slacks as he looked at you with glazed eyes. “You look so surprised, well I’m happy to show you how much you excite me, bunny~”

• He shameless fisted his cock, keeping firm eye contact with every stroke as he licked his lips. “Of course you may leave if you wish, but that’s not what you want, is it, love? You want to ngh help don’t you?”

• “Yes sir.” You nearly whispered, closing the door behind you as he let out a growl at your words. “There you go- fuck again. Come here, show me how good you can be~”

Henry Emily:

• You didn’t see Henry as much as William, despite them being co-owners of the restaurant, but you still developed a bond with him. You took your niece and nephew by often, and one day you spotted Henry at a corner table looking absolutely miserable, and you couldn’t stop yourself from checking on him.

• Being a grieving and single father was tough on him, but the way you would bring him coffee and listen to him whenever you came by made him feel something he hadn’t felt in years. Of course he wouldn’t say anything though, but he couldn’t deny his feelings.

• Perhaps William was being his wingman when he told you that Henry wandered off during the big convention at the hotel, which eventually led you to the back meeting room, where Henry stood leaning against the table, pants and underwear around his knees as he stroked his cock, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.

• When he noticed you he sounded so ashamed and defeated as he closed his eyes, saying he was sorry he ruined the friendship you gave him. “You deserve so much better, you should go. I’m sorry.”

• When you didn’t leave, he looked at you with dark eyes, an intense and wanting look on his face as you stepped closer. “I want to help.” You said, making him throb as he groaned.

• “Let me take care of you after this,” he rasped as he watched intently as you got to your knees. “Shit you’re so good…I need you.”

Phone Guy:

• Somehow you survived your job as a night guard, and ended up thanking Phone Guy every morning after for his help. You were so grateful, it made him feel appreciated, so he asked to keep in touch.

• You would visit him at lunch some days, sharing greasy pizza and telling him about your new job whenever he wasn’t rambling about the pizzeria. Sadly you didn’t see him as often when he had to re-record instructions for the new guard.

• One day you decided to surprise him with some lunch, but once you saw his office was empty you felt the urge to snoop. You quickly spotted the phone he recorded all his messages on, and pressed the button, hoping to hear him being goofy again.

• Instead you heard an obscenely loud moan of your name. “Fuuuck fuck right there, o-oh you’re so good I can’t I- please do that again, (y/n) please-” You froze as the recording played on, his babbling and moans making your face hot.

• “H-Hello?” Of course he came back right then, looking just as flustered as he started sputtering out apologies. “That was an accident I didn’t know it was recording I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-”

• “Would you like some help..?” as soon as you said that, he relaxed, a brief while leaving his mouth. “Please…”

Michael Afton:

• Ever since Michael started his new job, he was on edge a lot more often, and as his best friend, you offered to stay at his house in case he needed anything.

• You made yourself at home in the guest room, reading late into the night til you heard noise from the living room. Part of you wondered if it was one of those robots he mentioned, but you knew it was probably his soap opera.

• “Psst~ can you turn it down, Mikey?” You whispered when you stuck your head into the living room, ready to quip about his show when you saw him laying on the couch, one hand rubbing the tip of his cock while the other tweaked a nipple.

• “Fuck! Um I’m sorry (y/n)!” He gasped and covered his crotch with a pillow, his face heating up with embarrassment. “Sorry…”

• You don’t know why but you suddenly asked. “Were you thinking about me?” There was an awkwardly long pause, but then he breathed out a “yes…” with a heavy sigh, seeming more embarrassed. “I can help.” You added, watching his eyes widen as he seemed to melt at your words.

• “C’mere, lemme feel you.” He cooed, patting his muscular thigh invitingly. “Catch me first.” You giggled, playfully scampering off when he jumped off the couch. “Oh it’s on now!”

Vanessa/Vanny:

• Despite her grumbling about it, the Pizzaplex hired you as another night guard to help Vanessa out, seeing as she was always tired and grumpy, and she wouldn’t say it, but she did like you.

• She frequently sent you to go clean bathrooms or take inventory, and you couldn’t tell why she didn’t want you in the security room or following her, so you decided to sneak up on her one evening and pop in the security office.

• You’d barely thrown the door open before she slammed you against the wall, a hand on your throat as she glared. “Wh- (y/n) the hell are you doing? You’re supposed to be on clean up duty!” “I finished early and-” you didn’t get much else out before you noticed she was in her underwear, a wet patch on her panties.

• “Nobody is supposed to get in here…” she mumbled as she backed away, her cheeks flushed as she put her other hand behind her back. “May I help?” You asked hesitantly, watching a sly smirk form on her face.

• “Well since you finished early on your job, and interrupted me…” she hummed as she went to sit in her desk chair, tossing her panties to the side as she beckoned you forward. You sank to your knees in between her legs, staring at her already glistening pussy.

• “I think you deserve a reward~” she chuckled again before pushing your face closer, her thighs keeping you in place as she leaned back to watch you.

[cheesesoda]

The Sun & The Moon

michael afton x daytime worker!reader

a/n: i’m back in my fnaf phase (dw im still in my re phase as well) and i wanna write for pookie bear (michael afton)

also no one dies au (or at least i don’t talk about it) cuz i just need him to have a somewhat normal life

(pre-scooped michael 🫶)

genre: fluff (shocker)

summary: michael has a lil crush on the daytime worker.

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he had been on edge all night. clanking metal, circus baby’s voice, the animatronics disappearing randomly, it was a rough night (as always).

all of a sudden, he saw something move on the cameras. it moved much quicker and more fluid than the animatronics. due to the shitty lighting, he couldn’t see much except a black silhouette of the figure. it was also significantly smaller than the robots. heart racing in fear, michael froze on the spot. suddenly, he heard thumps in the vent leading to the camera room. the thumping got closer and his heart pounded harder than ever.

suddenly, a figure emerged from the vent and michael shone his flashing directly in its eyes. “ow!” the figure yelped at the sudden bright light. he took a good look at it. or should he say her? stood before him, a girl with h/l h/c hair and s/c skin. ‘shit, she’s pretty,’ he thought to himself. “sorry to bother you, i forgot my work shirt in here.” she smiled nervously, looking around the room. “uh- oh- yeah, it’s no bother, don’t worry about it!” he stammers, knowing damn well he has a blush on his face.

when she found her shirt, she faced him again. “thanks, you must be the night shift worker?” she asks. “y-yeah, i’m michael.” he introduces himself. “y/n. nice to meet you, michael! im a daytime worker so i probably won’t see you around, but...” she trails off. “but?” he asks. “never mind! well, see ya, michael!” she smiles warmly. and with that, she scampers back into the vent. once she’s gone, he sighs. “damn…” he mutters.

a/n: should i make a part 2? (sorry this is so short, i just wanna see how it’s received!)

[biggestxsimps]

Friends to Lovers

Michael Afton x Male Reader! 

A/N: Childhood best friends, just some fluffy kissing and confessions. Sorry it’s not the best, I whipped it up pretty fast.

Michael and Y/N had been best friends since they were kids. They did everything together, from playing video games to exploring the woods behind their houses. They were always there for each other, through thick and thin. But as they both grew older, they started to see each other in a new light.

One night, the two males decided to catch up with one another and go out to a local diner nearby for tea. They talked and laughed for hours, reminiscing about the old times and speaking about what was going on in their lives. As they headed back to Y/N’s house, they could feel some strange tension between them both.

The pitch black night sky was lit up with thousands of stars, a cool summer breeze could be felt, and the sound of nothing but Y/N’s and Michael’s footsteps hitting against the pavement as they walked in silence, enjoying each other’s company.

“The stars look absolutely sensational…” The brunette whispered softly, looking up at the sky before glancing over at Y/N. 

Y/N didn’t say a word, just admiring Michaels’s facial features fondly. He smiled, nodding slightly in response. “I agree, it's a lovely night..” 

After a few moments, Y/N looked away back in front of them as they approached his house. He grabbed his keys, opened the door, and shut it behind Michael. “Make yourself at home..” he hummed.

Afton looked at him, giving a small nod as he fidgeted with his hands slightly.

“Michael?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah?” he replied, avoiding eye contact.

“Tell me, what's bothering you? You’ve been fidgeting this whole time. You can tell me anything.” 

Michael sighed softly, looking back at the other with a soft, love-filled gaze. “Promise?” he asked once more.

“I promise.” Y/N reassured him once again, a warm smile appearing on his lips.

It took Michael a bit before he finally managed to compose a sentence. “Y/N, I cherish our friendship, I really do. But lately, these last few years…my feelings have grown into something more. I must admit, you're the only person who manages to make me feel like this. The warmth you bring every time you're around me is insanely hypnotic.” He confessed, expressing how he felt about Y/N.

Y/N listened to him, his face contorting into a happy expression as he reached over, cupping the other’s cheeks gently. “I feel the same way, Michael. I love you so much, I’m glad you’ve confessed to me.” he spoke softly,

Michael watched as the other got closer, his cheeks heating up slightly as he leaned against Y/N’s touch. Without another word, he leaned forward slightly and pressed his lips against Y/N’s softly, his eyes filled with a mix of adoration and vulnerability. And Y/N, feeling a surge of emotions too strong to ignore. 

In that quiet moment, the world faded away, leaving only the sweetness of their connection. The bond they held together for years blossomed into something much more deeper and meaningful.

Masterlist

- Written by Owner 2

[divine-knight-hand]

Night of The Maneater

Part 1: The Chase

Part Two || Michael Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3 Halloween Triple Feature Masterlist

Pairing: Michael Afton x Ghostface!Female Reader

Summary: Since the destruction of Fazbear's Fright, Michael could finally celebrate Halloween in peace, but with a new serial killer on the loose known only by the name "The Maneater", how long will his night stay that way?

Content Warnings: Stalking, mentions of death and killing, descriptions of fear and creepy scenarios, death threats, sexual themes

Notes: I don't care that FNAF lore says that Fazbear's Fright happened in the future. This fic takes place in the 1990s because I said so... Also, that time is the perfect setting for a slasher moment and no, I will not be taking criticism.

I also just looked it up and the first Scream movie takes place in 1996, so my guts were on point with this one. Trust my judgement, y'all~

Word Count: 4,352

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Halloween season had an air of peace ever since Fazbear’s Fright burned down. This year, instead of fighting for his life against a group of worn-down animatronics–only one of them being corporeal, though not untouched by the stench of death–he only encountered the bright faces that came to his door in search of candy.

Michael was more than happy to oblige, complimenting the costumes of each child as he dropped some candy into their bags. Each child’s parent warmly smiled in appreciation from across the lawn, and he always reciprocated the soft expression. It was nice, seeing parents who took the time to make memories with their children. It filled him with a sense of pride, knowing he could help create that experience for them.

Once he handed out the last of his candy for the night, he turned out his porch light and headed for his kitchen to start making popcorn. He figured he’d spend the rest of the night catching up on the episodes of The Immortal and the Restless he had recorded to his VCR.

As he was searching his cupboards for an aluminum popcorn pan, the radio on the counter switched from lighthearted Halloween tunes to an emergency news report.

“We’re just getting news of a new serial killing taking place here in Hurricane, Utah.” The radio anchor announced. “Police are currently unable to name a suspect. The only information they have is that this killer seems to only target young men in their mid-twenties. They’ve since been codenamed, ‘The Maneater’. Police are advising that all residents make sure their doors, windows, and all other entrances to their homes are locked-”

“And, that’s enough of that.” Michael muttered to himself as he switched off the radio. What a buzzkill…

He rooted around in his cupboards a little longer before finally finding the aluminum pan he was looking for. He’d just put the pan on the stove when the phone started ringing across the room.

He strolled over to where it was mounted and picked it up. “Hello?”

A woman’s voice softly responded. “Hello.” A long pause followed, the only sound Michael could hear being the soft popping of his popcorn, before she asked. “Who is this?”

“Who are you trying to reach?” Michael wasn’t sure why, but he felt the need to dodge the question. Something felt off already, and he hadn’t talked to this person for more than a few seconds. After another moment of silence, he tried to shut down the conversation. “I think you might have the wrong number.”

“Oh, do I?” The voice sounded playful.

“It happens to the best of us.” Michael reassured. “Take care, now.”

He had just moved to return to the stove when the phone rang again. Since when was I so popular?

He smiled to himself as he picked the phone back up off of the receiver. “Hello?”

“I’m sorry.” The same woman’s voice answered. “I guess I did dial the wrong number.”

Michael nervously chuckled. “So, why would you call me back?”

“To apologize.” The woman’s voice was smooth. She spoke lowly and calmly, like she was reading a bedtime story to a child. “I didn’t mean to inconvenience you, tonight of all nights.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Michael breathed a sigh of relief. “It happens all the time. I’m going to go now, okay?”

“Hold on,” The voice suddenly sounded hurried. “Don’t hang up, yet.”

Against his better judgment, Michael responded. “Why not?”

“I want to talk to you for a second.” The woman’s voice purred. It sounded almost… sultry.

Michael felt a shiver crawl down his spine. He wasn’t sure whether to be afraid or enthralled. “I’m sure there are more interesting people you could talk to at this time of night. I should go now. Bye.” As soon as he hung up the phone, it immediately began to ring again.

Michael audibly groaned before picking up. “Hello?”

“Why don’t you want to talk to me?” The same woman’s voice answered, feigning hurt.

Michael was beginning to grow fed up with what he assumed was a Halloween prank call. “Okay, who is this?”

“Why don’t you tell me your name first, handsome?” If the voice didn’t sound provocative before, it definitely did now.

“Michael,” He quickly clapped a hand over his mouth. He hadn’t meant to give up that information so voluntarily. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

“Michael~” The voice sounded borderline pornographic as it tested his name. “Like Michael Myres, from Halloween. I like that.” Michael gulped, the action requiring some effort due to his suddenly dry throat. “What are you up to, Michael?”

“I- I- Uhm-” He stammered. “M- Making popcorn.”

“Making popcorn?” The voice sounded genuinely interested. “I only eat popcorn if I’m watching something. Are you preparing for a scary movie marathon?”

“No, nothing scary.” Michael felt his prior tension easing as the conversation began to seem normal. “Just my favorite show.”

“No scary movies?” The voice sounded playfully appalled. “It’s Halloween! How could you pass up a scary movie on Halloween?”

Michael bashfully scratched the back of his neck. “Not really my thing, I guess.”

“That’s a shame.” The voice sounded almost melodic. “I love a good scary movie.” After a long pause, the voice spoke up again. “So, do you have a girlfriend, Michael?”

He felt his face begin to glow red as his heart fluttered. That question definitely caught him off guard. “I- Well- Uhm- No, not exactly.”

“No need to be shy.” The voice purred. “I’m sure you’re more than a decent catch~”

“Thanks.” Michael struggled to fend off the flattered smile that was tugging at his lips. “So, uhm… Why are you asking me so many of these questions? Are you flirting with me, or something?”

“Maybe~” The voice took on an air of mischief. “I just want to know who I’m looking at.”

Michael felt his heart drop out of his chest. What the fuck?

He cradled the phone in his arms as he ran around the house, checking the windows to see if he could find any suspicious figure looking back at him.

When he couldn’t find anything, he just made sure the windows were locked before he held the phone back to his ear, returning to the kitchen. “What did you say?”

“I said I want to know who I’m talking to, silly!” The voice lightly giggled. “Everything okay?”

“N- no…” Michael breathed, the dread from earlier creeping back into his chest. “That wasn’t what you said.”

“I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree.” The voice spoke in a cautionary tone.

Michael struggled to swallow as he gulped again. “I wish I could say this was fun, but… Well… Goodnight, okay?”

“Don’t hang up on me.” The voice sounded a little more firm than the last time it asked him not to hang up.

Michael shivered. “Gotta go…” He hung up the phone and all but ran to the kitchen to take his popcorn off of the stove. He’d just finished pouring it into a large bowl when the phone rang again.

He rolled his eyes and tossed the empty pan in the garbage before picking up the phone. “Hello?”

“I told you not to hang up on me, Michael.” The voice sounded a lot less playful than before, instead bordering on angry. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“What’s your problem?” He began impatiently tapping his foot.

“I don’t have a problem with you, Michael.” The voice sounded almost as annoyed as Michael felt. “As I’ve already said, I just want to talk.”

“Well, talk to someone else, okay?” Michael hated the way his voice cracked, but he hoped he still got his message across.

“Are you getting scared?” The voice found its playful tone again, using it to tease him.

“No, just tired.” He slammed the phone back onto the receiver, making one last attempt to return to his cooling popcorn before the phone rang again.

Michael growled as he answered the phone. “Listen, I don’t-”

“NO, YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE BITCH!” The voice exploded. “If you hang up on me again I'll gut you like a fish! Do you understand me?!”

Michael was at a loss for words. As he tried to find the right words to say, his mouth opened and closed, like a fish filtering water.

“I’m sorry, Michael.” The voice purred after a tense moment of silence. “I don’t normally lose my temper so quickly like that. Especially on pretty boys like you.”

Michael was still stuck in an astonished silence, and the voice took that as an invitation to continue. “I don’t like being hung up on. That was rude…” The voice paused, sighing in disapproval before continuing. “I also couldn’t help but notice you locking your windows. I thought it was really bold of you to assume I wasn’t already inside.”

Suddenly, all the power in the house went out, plummeting Michael into a silent darkness. His blood ran cold as he rushed to one of his kitchen drawers to grab a flashlight.

“Wh- What the hell was that?” His hands began to shake as he clicked the flashlight on. “Is this some kind of sick joke?”

“No, no.” The voice reassured. “Nothing of the sort. I like to think of it as more of a game.”

“I- I’ll call the cops!” Michael attempted a threat of his own.

“Oh, come on, now.” The voice softly tutted. “You’re smarter than this, Michael. You know they’d never make it in time.”

He felt nauseous. “What do you want from me?”

“I want to play a game.” The voice calmly answered. “And if you play the right way, you get to walk out alive.”

Michael scoffed at the voice’s request. “You’re insane.”

“That wasn’t a no.” The voice softly giggled. “Come on, Michael. You know you want to. It’ll be fun~”

“Fine.” Michael spat. “I’ll play your stupid game.”

“Ouch.” The voice teased. “I haven’t even explained the rules yet. But, here they are. We’re going to do a little bit of trivia. I’ll ask you a series of questions. Each time you get a question wrong, I’ll walk into one room adjacent to the one I’m in. Each time you get a question right, I’ll stay put. You can move regardless, but only after you answer a question, and only one room at a time. Oh, and just know that you’ll be moving at your own risk. Got it?”

“You’re insane…” Michael repeated.

“I believe we’ve covered that.” The voice sounded amused at his apparent fear. “I may be insane, but I’m a woman of my word. I haven’t moved an inch since I got here.”

Michael silently shook his head. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“A few last-minute things,” The voice went on. “If you hang up on me, I’ll kill you. If you try to leave the house, I’ll kill you. If you try to call the cops, I’ll kill you. Notice the trend?” The voice chuckled before continuing. “And, if I get to the same room as you? …Actually, let’s keep that a surprise for now.” The voice giggled again. “Are you ready for your first question, Michael?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” He felt defeated, and the game hadn’t even started yet.

“Good!” The voice enthused. “These questions are scary movie-themed, so I’m afraid you’ll be at a disadvantage.”

“Of course.” Michael muttered, bringing a hand up to massage the bridge of his nose.

“First question,” The voice began. “Proclaiming herself to be the ‘Mistress of the Dark’, this character hosted her own ‘Movie Macabre’ before moving on to star in her own self-titled film. What’s her name?”

Michael struggled to find an answer in his anxious mental haze. “I- I don’t know.”

“Really?” The voice sounded genuinely shocked. “What, do you live under a rock? You have to know this one! Men really love her for her huge… ratings! Yeah, ratings…”

Michael cringed at the voice's poor attempt at humor. “I still don’t know.”

“That’s unfortunate.” The voice sighed. “I’ll be moving rooms now, since the name Elvira doesn’t seem to be coming to your mind.” Then, the only thing Michael could hear on the other end of the line was the sound of a door softly opening and closing. “There we go.” 

His mind began to race as he tried to find some strategy to get himself through this game. His house was only one story high, and he only had so many rooms. When moving in, he felt he didn’t need much more than that, since he planned on living alone. He’d originally imagined that the woman was on the other side of the house, but she’d only specified that she was inside. She never told him where she was. That meant she could be anywhere from across the house to right outside the nearest door. Michael decided to stay in the kitchen for the time being. He didn’t want to risk bumping into her just yet… though he’d still be taking that risk if he stayed where he was.

“Alright!” The voice interrupted his thoughts. “Ready for the next question?”

“Let’s do it.” He did his best to summon his courage and clear his thoughts.

“Tell me the name of the killer doll from the film Child’s Play.” The voice directed.

Michael began biting his thumbnail in deep thought. I know this one. It’s that creepy ginger doll. But, what was his name?

“Tick tock, Michael.” The voice taunted. “Neither of us have all night.”

“Chucky!” He blurted once the answer finally came to mind. “The doll’s name was Chucky.”

An agonizing silence passed before the voice purred, “Well done, Michael. You’re more clever than you look. I guess I’ll be staying put this time.”

His mind began whirring again with a million questions. Where could she be? How long would it take for her to find him? What would she do to him once she did? He couldn’t just sit around and find out. Michael took the opportunity to slip from the kitchen into the living room. Since the doorway to the living room was open, he was able to make sure no one was there before entering.

“I see you decided to move this round.” The voice pointed out. “Interesting choice.”

“You know where I am right now?” He shuddered at the possibility.

“Of course I do.” The voice calmly responded. “I’ve been watching you this whole time, Michael.”

He quickly spun around, looking over his shoulder to make sure the owner of the voice hadn’t already found him. “H- How?”

“I don’t want to reveal my secrets just yet.” The voice responded.

Fuck! Michael’s heart began to pound. This obviously put him at a huge disadvantage. He needed to find a way to even out the playing field.

“Well, maybe I’m curious.” A new idea slowly unfurled in his mind as he spoke.

“Well, maybe I want to move on to the next question.” The voice insisted.

“Wait,” Michael felt his resolve slowly growing. “Before we do that, I want to change the rules of the game, just a little.”

A long pause followed, and just when Michael was worried that the voice wouldn’t take the bait, it responded. “Go on…”

“What if I could ask questions, too?” He proposed. “For every question you answer, I’ll stay still, but for every one you refuse, I move.”

This time, the voice let out a hum of consideration. “That sounds fun… I’ll accept, only if I get to move regardless, like you do when I ask questions.”

“Deal.” Michael knew this was a risky plan, but any answers he could get out of this person could help him to escape her. “We’ll alternate asking questions, so it’s fair.”

“Deal.” The voice purred. “After you, cutie~”

Michael felt his face flush as he tried to think carefully about his first question. Now is not the time to get flattered by a crazy killer in your house! …Come to think of it, why is she here?

He decided that would be his first question. “Why did you come here of all places?”

“Hmmm,” The voice paused for a moment before answering. “Because I was looking for a new catch, and you happened to be alone.”

“A new catch?” He was even more confused than before. “What do you mean?”

“Michael, Michael, Michael…” The voice tsked. “You didn’t waste any time before trying to break your own rule.” Michael could faintly hear the sound of a door opening and closing over the phone before the voice continued, softer than before. “I believe it’s my turn to ask a question.”

“Sorry,” Michael gulped. “Go on.”

“Alright, next question,” The line went silent again before the voice found its question. “Name one scary movie that came out this year.”

Michael scratched his head. He knew a lot of horror movies came out this year, but he barely paid attention to the trailers when they came on the television. Think, damnit!

He knew he had to get this one. The owner of the voice could have been anywhere in the house, and the living room had the most doors out of all the rooms.

“Michael, are you still there?” The voice softly giggled. “Oh, who am I kidding? Of course you are! Come on. Don’t keep me waiting.”

He knew there was a sequel to some Stephen King movie. What was it? The Shining? No. It? No… Cujo? No, but he vaguely remembered it involving pets. Wait a minute… Pets! That’s it!

“Pet Semetary II,” Michael breathed.

“Well done,” The voice didn’t pause before congratulating him this time. “That tracks. Looks like I’m not going anywhere.”

Michael quickly ran up to the nearest door, holding his ear up to it to make sure he couldn’t hear anyone on the other side. When he felt confident enough, he entered the room, softly closing the door behind him.

“The laundry room?” The voice sounded condescending. “That seems like a dead end to me, but if that’s what you want…”

“It’s my turn to ask a question.” Michael was anxious to get back to the point. He leaned back against the washing machine, gripping the edge with his free hand until his knuckles turned white.

“Okay, okay.” The voice conceded. “Ask away.”

“What did you mean earlier when you said you were looking for ‘a new catch’?” His voice wavered mid-question.

“That’s a good one,” The voice answered. “Sometimes, I’m not even sure, myself. I’ve chalked it up to this. The ideal catch for me is someone beautiful. Someone who’s willing to play my games. Someone strong enough to put up a good fight. But, above all, the ideal catch for me is someone clever and obedient.” After a heartbeat passed, the voice asked. “Is that a satisfactory answer for you, Michael.”

“I- I think so…” He gulped. He felt weak in the knees. What the hell was this person playing at? What was she hoping to do with him once she caught him? No, I can’t think like that. He mentally chided himself. I can’t lose this. I can’t!

But, at the same time, a new feeling rose within him. His sudden weakness in the knees couldn’t only be chalked up to fear. Hearing this voice compliment him tonight, it did things to him. How many times had she called him ‘clever’? How many times had she complimented his looks? Not to mention the thrill of having her go through all this trouble with the hopes of catching him. Part of him almost began to want to be found. Maybe it was because he hadn’t romantically been with someone in a while, but he suddenly found that the hairs on the back of his neck weren’t the only thing standing upright.

Get a grip! Michael frowned the crotch of his jeans, which was slowly pitching a tent.

A new sound snapped him out of his thoughts. He heard a door open and close, except it wasn’t just over the phone. He heard it in real life. He heard it from the next room. The owner of the voice was in the living room. His breath hitched. Oh, god! It’s over…

“Ready for your next question, Michael?” The voice spoke just low enough so he could only hear it through the phone.

Michael decided to match its volume. “Yes, I’m ready.”

“Alright,” The voice softly hummed as its owner thought of a question. “Okay! I got one. What is the name of the movie where a group of people take refuge in an old farmhouse to protect themselves from a horde of zombies?”

Now, this sounded very familiar. Michael recognized this as the plot to a movie he’d watched with his family when he was younger. It was one of the fonder memories he had with them before everything began to fall apart. But, it had been so long that he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to recall the name of it. What was it called?

“You’re killing me, Michael.” The voice groaned. “Must you take so long to come up with an answer to every single one of my questions?”

Michael’s brow furrowed in concentration. The title was on the tip of his tongue. If only he could recall it. He knew it had something to do with the ‘living dead’, because of the zombies, and it all happened at night… Oh! Duh! I’m a fucking idiot…

“It’s Night of the Living Dead.” Michael answered. “I used to watch it with my family as a kid.”

“How cute~” The voice purred. “And I thought scary movies weren’t your thing.”

“Not anymore…” He muttered.

“Do you have your next question ready?” The voice asked.

“I think I do.” Michael shuddered as he took a breath to steady his nerves. “Are you ‘The Maneater’ that the radio station’s been talking about?”

“Am I ‘The Maneater’?” The voice softly chuckled as it repeated his question. “I believe that is what they call me, yes.” After that, silence…

That was, until Michael could hear growing footsteps. His heart leapt into his throat. He’d forgotten that whenever he asked a question, she could move rooms regardless of whether or not she answered. This was it. She would open the door and kill him. It was game over. Oh god. Oh, fuck…

He couldn’t breathe. He clicked off his flashlight, but he knew it didn’t matter. She already knew where he was. The Maneater was right there.

Once the shadows of her feet appeared under the door, Michael felt tremors work their way through his body. He gulped, the heartbeat in his ears blocking out any other sounds around him.

Then, the shadows disappeared, and he heard the footsteps quickly retreat. Michael let go of the breath he was holding, a fresh wave of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

“Your fear is adorable.” The Maneater softly giggled. “No, that’s an understatement.” Her words grew breathy. “Your fear… it excites me.”

Michael willed his heart to slow down. He was convinced that, had the washing machine not been holding most of his weight, he would have keeled over.

“I could chase you like this for hours.” She ecstatically sighed. “After all this time I spent searching… I finally found the perfect catch.”

Her words were barely registering to him. Did she avoid him on purpose? She had the perfect opportunity to catch him just then. Why didn’t she?

“I have to ask, Michael,” The Maneater went on. “And I’m counting this as my next question… Do you enjoy being hunted?”

“Wh- What?” That fully grabbed his attention again.

“Do you enjoy being hunted?” She repeated. “Does our little game of cat-and-mouse excite you?”

Michael felt his face flush. It was like she was invading his mind, as well as his home. “Wh- What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb.” The Maneater scoffed. “I know you know what I mean.” Her voice grew sensual. “Does being hunted turn you on as much as it turns me on to chase you?”

Michael hesitated. Clearly, his common sense steered him to believe it didn’t. This woman was insane, and she’d killed men just like him. There was no way he could possibly enjoy being in such a dangerous position.

His body, however, heavily disagreed. It didn’t care about the circumstances. It just fell prey to the allure of this woman’s voice and it wasn’t as shy as he was about expressing his sudden libido. He looked back down at the evidence, growing more apparent the longer it strained against the front of his pants.

He decided to respond as vaguely as possible, seeing as he wasn’t too sure of the answer himself. “What does that matter? That doesn’t change the fact that I’m stuck playing this crazy game until you leave me alone.”

The Maneater softly chuckled at his boldness. “I should’ve expected that.”

Michael didn’t wait to hear whether or not she considered that answer correct. He knew he had to keep moving. He had to get out of that laundry room before she cornered him in it again.

He threw the door open, not even checking for The Maneater on the other side. He knew she was just a room away, and all she had to do to catch him was turn around, but he didn’t care. He was willing to take that risk. 

Michael rushed across the living room, stopping by the door to his bedroom. He already knew what his next question was going to be. He was going to ask The Maneater for her name. If she didn’t answer, he’d be able to move into a new room. If she did, then he’d finally know her by name. He just had to ask for her name and-

WHAM! A flash of pain exploded from the back of Michael’s head, and he fell to the floor from the impact. The last thing he saw was the ghoulish, dark empty eyes of a ghost-faced mask looking down at him before his vision went black.

[localfandomweirdo]

More FNaF S.B. incorrect quotes

-None are mine-

-Swearing-

-LGBTQ-

-Cameron and Nox are 2 of my OCs-

Sun: Cameron likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.

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Nox: Sun, you look deep in thought. What’s wrong? Sun: Did you know you can look at any object and know what it’s like to lick it? Even if you’ve never touched it before? Nox: I’m never asking you anything ever again.

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Moon: 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.

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Sun,with 1 brain cell: How many vampires do you think have been hit by a car backing up in a parking lot because the driver couldn’t see their reflection? Chica,also with 1 brain cell: I’ve never considered it but you’re really shining light on what’s probably a very serious issue.

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Vanny,wearing sunglasses: Rule one of destroying the Pizzaplex.

Vanny: You gotta look good while doing it.

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-FNaF 6-

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

-NOT A SHIP-

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Gregory: I love hearing Vanessa shouting at someone else. It makes such a nice change.

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-Past!Afton AU-

Mike: Bro- Chicamask bully: No, no, hold up, rewind. Chicamask bully: My tongue was down your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

-I still haven't decided a name for the Chica Bully,right now it's between Noah,James,and Liam-

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Chica: Roxy and I are no longer friends. Roxy: CHICA THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

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Freddy: What do you think Moon will do for a distraction? Eclipse: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do. Building explodes and several car alarms go off Eclipse: … or they could do that.

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Eclipse: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Moon? Moon: … No. Sun: I do! Eclipse: I know, Sun. Sun: I’m sad! Eclipse: I know, Sun.

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-Before the events of S.B.-

Chica: Hey, Freddy? Can I get some dating advice? Freddy: Just because I’m with Bonnie doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

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Freddy: Okay, but what if we went to get ice-cream not as friends this time? Bonnie: AS ENEMIES?! Freddy:

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-FNaF 2-

Foxy,sweating: Mangle, there’s something I need to ask you- Mangle: Finally! You’re proposing! Foxy: How’d you know? Mangle: Foxy, you dropped the ring five times during dinner. Mangle: I even picked it up once.

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Vanessa: What are you two arguing about this time? Roxy: He's always using common phrases incorrectly! Monty: Cry me a table, Roxy.

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Sun: How would you like your coffee? Moon: As dark as my soul. Sun: Got it, one cup of milk with extra sugar coming right up!

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Gregory: One time I went to hand Cassie a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!”, so instead I blurted out “Careful it’s soup.”

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-I don't know when this would happen-

Cassidy, gesturing to Michael: Guys, look what you did! You made Dad upset! Gaberiel: Dad, please don’t cry, we’re sorry! Fritz: I’m sorry Dad… :( Michael, near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER WITNESSING THE BIRTH OF ANY OF YOU!

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Vanessa: What’s your biggest fear? Freddy: That I’ll never be good enough for anyone. Roxy: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back. Gregory: Zombies. Roxy: … Freddy: … Gregory: BUT they can open doors.

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Bye :)

👁👄👁

[swampgh0stt]

I have some ideas for Mrs. Afton, but I don't think I'll ever turn these into full pieces, so here's some Afton Family WIPs. cw: racism, child abuse, internalized homophobia

Despite how she may try to distance herself from her own children, Clara knew it was useless. Garrett was only a child with no direction, having known so much fear in his short life. Her life had begun to fall apart around her, after William survived that springlock accident. She was forced to watch her husband spiral out of control, driven mad by his own agony while his mind ran away with whatever conjecture formed that day. She found herself in more fights with him, maintaining some level of composure while he shouted abuse towards her. It was too much for any woman to handle, but Clara felt so alone in it all. 

She had only moved to Utah for the sake of her husband, but there was nothing for her here. She lost him the day that metal was forced through his body, permanently scarring both body and mind. Now, she paced her home while sick with grief, worrying over her youngest son in the hospital-- with a head injury her eldest had inflicted. It was hard to keep her emotions in check, when Michael looked so similar to William. He was her first child, her eldest son-- but he couldn’t stomach the sight of him. 

“Mom…” And there he was again, tentatively reaching out to someone who should always be there for him. Michael wasn’t the same after the incident either, spending most of his nights plagued by the memory while his days were spent quiet and shaking, or in Jeremy’s company for comfort. 

But Jeremy was not here. And Clara was hurting.

“S'hui-áb.” Demon. Michael froze when his mother hissed the word at him, her eyes wild and still spilling tears down her cheeks. She turned on him with purpose, malice dripping from her lips. Michael felt his throat close, taking a step back to distance himself from his own mother. She realized her mistake and softened, but the damage was already done. “Mikey--” She couldn’t take it back, no matter how hard she tried. So Clara decided not to try at all. “Give me some space.” 

Whatever plea had formed immediately died on his lips. Michael nodded, swallowing down his pain once more as he took another step away, distancing himself physically and emotionally with every small movement. “Okay…” His voice was soft, defeated. “I’m sorry…” 

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Too loud. Everything was always so loud with his father. Michael favored his Mother for that very reason (even if she didn’t favor him). She didn’t feel the need to fill the air with noise and activity, perfectly content to stand in silence. He appreciated her for that and admired her strength. 

They were fighting, again. 

Michael wasn’t sure what set him off this time, but William was enraged. Clara stood her ground, her head high, dwarfed by William’s height and anger alike. Back and forth, back and forth, he stomped in front of her like a wild animal. “I don’t understand how you could say something like that!” 

“William.” Clara kept her tone even. “I am not blind. I see how you are around him, and there is nothing wrong with it-”

The elder man turned on his wife then, jutting an accusatory finger in her face. Somehow, he managed to get louder: “Don’t you dare act like there’s something wrong with me!” He spat, his face red. “And don’t act like you know me! You don’t know anything, about anything!” He reached out, ripping the necklace from around her neck. Beads flew in every direction, clattering against the floor as they scattered. “What- Did it come to you in a magic dream or something!? The fucking birds outside whispering in your ear, telling you your husbands a Queer!” 

Clara held her ground as her husband moved impossibly close, letting him spill his rage over her until finally she pulled away and walked off silently. William was left standing there, shaking, His silver eyes found their next target: Michael, who stood quietly in the threshold of the door, having bore witness to the whole thing. 

English failed the younger Afton, who trembled under his father’s glare. “O-ná kwins-hu-chet…” I don’t understand. It was enough to set William off again. 

He stormed over and seized Michael’s wrists in both hands. “What the Hell did you say!?” In his anger, William tore Michael off the floor completely, slamming him against the wall. “Keep that bullshit out of your mouth and mind your own damn business!” He shoved his son aside, letting Michael stumble before his legs crumbled and he hit the floor. Michael was too stunned for words and chose to keep quiet, staring back in wide-eyed terror. 

Clara would just order her son away in her fits of grief. William was never so forgiving. “Get up!” He reached down again, grabbing Michael by the wrist once more. The younger Afton was yanked roughly to his feet, panic finally setting in as he struggled against the stronger hold his father had. “Stop!” William spat, forcing Michael closer to get better control over the squirming teen. “I said- Stop!” His other hand wound around Michael’s neck and squeezed, cutting off his airway until the struggling boy finally relented. Only then did William let go of his neck, yanking the teen along. “Go to your room.”

[trashyswitch]

Golden Freddy's Other Victim

Gregory notices that Golden Freddy had returned and chosen another hiding place. When Gregory decides to visit Cassidy, Gregory ends up reuniting with more than just Cassidy...

Part 2 of The Relationship of Gregory and Cassidy

This fanfic was suggested by bloodypawziezz on AO3. I hope you enjoy!

Gregory had walked up to the Golden Freddy’s hiding place again. He had seen Golden Freddy sneaking into the Pizzeria a little while after he and Freddy met the old animatronic. And with the animatronic (And Cassidy) now back in the Pizzeria, Gregory wanted to visit her again. 

He looked around the dark area, and let out a silent breath. He knew this would get him in trouble. He knew it might’ve been dangerous. He knew he was risking his death by leaving Freddy to visit Cassidy without his permission. But come on! Is it really that bad to visit a friend once in a while?

Gregory closed the door behind him and walked up to the gold freddy animatronic. He placed his hand on the shoulder. “Cassidy.” Gregory said. 

The animatronic’s white eyes turned on, lighting up the room with its eyes alone. “Who’s there?” The animatronic asked in its deep voice. 

Gregory bit his lip. “Cassidy. It’s Gregory.” He told it. 

The animatronic reached its arms out. “Gregory.” The voice suddenly changed to the same little girl’s voice from the last time. 

“Oh Cassidy…” Gregory hugged the animatronic and rubbed its furry back. “It’s okay. I’m here.” 

“What are you doing here?” She asked him. 

“I wanted to see you.” Gregory told her. 

“Does your Freddy know?” Cassidy asked. 

“...No.” Gregory told her. “But it’s okay. I promise.” Gregory added. 

“It’s too dangerous. You are risking your life.” Cassidy said. 

“Yeah, I want to risk my life for the spirit who lost her own life.” Gregory told her, hugging the animatronic tighter. 

“Gregory…” She looked down. “If you don’t go now, then you may become one with this animatronic.” Cassidy told him. “I know what happens to the killer’s victims. And you may become one of them if you’re not careful.” Cassidy told him. 

“Who’s there?” another little kid’s voice said. 

“Don’t worry, child. He’s safe.” Cassidy said. “His name is Gregory. He’s…a good kid.” Cassidy said next. 

“Gregory?” The animatronic’s left hand went up and felt Gregory’s face. “How old are you, Gregory?” the other voice asked. 

“I’m 11.” Gregory told it. 

“I was 7 years old.” The voice said. 

Gregory looked at the animatronic. “You have two spirits in you?” Gregory asked Golden Freddy. 

“Yes.” Golden Freddy’s deep voice replied. “One, a victim of Afton. Another…a child.” Golden Freddy said. 

Gregory blinked and tilted his head slightly. “A child?” Gregory asked. 

“My daddy is an Afton.” the other voice said. 

Gregory widened his eyes. “Afton…” Gregory muttered. 

“The killer.” Cassidy’s little voice said. 

“Wait…so, Afton is the name of the killer?” Gregory asked. 

“William Afton.” The other kid’s voice said. “He’s my father.” 

Gregory stared at the animatronic’s eyes for a good few seconds…and he slowly dropped to his knees. “You’re his daughter…” Gregory muttered. 

“Son. I’m a boy, Gregory.” The other voice said. 

Gregory nodded, still shocked and horrified. “You…don’t kill people…right?” Gregory asked. 

“Hush, Gregory. He’s sensitive about that.” Cassidy told him. 

Gregory covered his mouth. “I am so sorry…” Gregory told him. 

“I forgive you, unlike my father. I can’t forgive him for what he has done.” The voice said. 

“Do you have a name?” Gregory asked. 

“Yes. And unlike Cassidy, I’m not going to tell you.” The voice told him. “Just call me…Crying Child.” The voice said. 

Gregory tilted his head. “Why?” Gregory asked. 

“It’s a nickname my dumb brother came up with growing up.” The voice told him. 

Gregory raised his eyebrows. “This…killer’s family is bigger than I expected.” Gregory said. 

“It is.” Crying Child said. “I had 2 siblings. An older brother, Michael, and an older sister named Elizabeth. I loved them. Though my brother was a pain.” Crying child explained. “He…he was the reason I died.” The boy told him. 

Gregory widened his eyes. “What happened?” Gregory asked. 

“I…” he let out a breath. “Michael and his friends brought me up to Fredbear, saying that I should give him a kiss.” Crying child told him, hearing his brother’s words echo in his head. 

[“Hey guys, I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!”] 

“They put me into Fredbear’s mouth and…” Crying child could remember the last words he heard. 

[On THREE. One…..Two……”] 

“I couldn’t move, my right arm was free, but my left arm was stuck in its jaws.” Crying child said. “And then…” Crying Child then took over the golden Freddy’s jaw, and made it slam shut loudly. 

Gregory gasped and jumped back, holding his chest with fear from being jumpscared. But he stayed that way for a few seconds…because it was all coming together. And just to confirm he was right, Gregory turned on the flashlight and shined it in Fredbear’s mouth. And sure enough, there were little splatters of blood that hadn’t been cleaned up from the incident. 

But whether it was really Cassidy’s blood or the Crying Child’s blood…Gregory couldn’t tell you. 

“Oh my gosh…” Gregory muttered. He was ready to start crying for the boy then and there. 

“Gregory…” the boy said. 

“Hm?” Gregory hummed. 

“Is Michael still alive?” Crying child asked. 

Gregory blinked and tried to see if he could remember meeting an old guy named Michael. But he couldn’t remember such a thing. An old Michael didn’t exist in his mind. “I don’t know, Crying child.” Gregory replied. 

“I want him to know that I forgive him.” Crying child told him. 

Gregory widened his eyes.

“And that I know he didn’t mean to kill me that day.” The boy added. “It was an accident. And I don’t want him spending the rest of his life blaming himself for my death.” Crying child concluded. 

Gregory looked down. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He finally let them drop onto his cheeks. Not long after, sobs started to leave his mouth. Gregory covered his face and started to cry. 

“Oh Gregory…You’re so emotional.” Cassidy said. 

“Come on, Gregory. Boys don’t cry.” The crying child said. 

Gregory paused his crying upon hearing the kids' words. Did…did he really just say that? No. That’s an outdated statement. Boys do cry, and it’s normal for boys to cry. “Boys are allowed to cry just like girls.” Gregory told him. 

“Gregory is an emotional child, who didn’t grow up in the 1980’s like us. Views on emotional boys have likely changed.” She told the crying child. 

“Oh…” the crying child said. “I’m sorry.” 

“No no, it’s okay.” Gregory wiped away the tears. “He’s right. There’s a time for crying, and now is not the time.” Gregory said. “It’s just that…It’s really sad.” Gregory said. “None of you deserved what happened to you.” Gregory said next. 

“Well, it looks like we can agree on something.” Cassidy said. 

“Yeah.” The crying child replied. 

Gregory nodded. “I think I’m okay now.” Gregory told him. 

“Are you sure?” Cassidy asked. 

Upon hearing that, Gregory could feel the tears welling up again. “Nooo.” He mumbled, his face wincing into sadness. 

Golden Freddy walked up to Gregory and placed its hand on Gregory’s shoulder. “Do you need me to tickle you again to help you get better?” Cassidy asked. 

Gregory widened his eyes a bit. “R-really? Would you do that?” Gregory asked, unsure what to say. 

The animatronic’s mouth opened slightly, attempting to smile at him. “Of course we can.” She replied. “Right, crying child?” She said. 

“Hm?” He muttered, not fully listening. “Oh! Yeah! Right.” Crying child quickly replied. 

“Now: would you like softer tickles?” Cassidy asked next. 

Gregory nodded with a small, attempted smile. “Sure.” He replied. 

Golden Freddy brought its two hands down to Gregory’s sides, and started to wiggle the fingers and dance them around his sides. 

Gregory doubled over and started giggling right away. “Hehehehe! Hehey! Hahaha! Good chohohoice, Cassihihidy!” Gregory said. 

“Thank you.” Cassidy replied. “Hey Crying Child: How about you take over the right arm, since you’re right handed, and I’ll take over the left hand, since I’m left-handed.” Cassidy decided. 

“Good idea!” The crying child reacted. The crying child moved the right hand up to the armpit, creating more high-pitched giggles out of Gregory. “Gitchy gitchy goo!” He teased. 

Gregory brought his head back slightly and laughed. “EEEEheheheheee! Hahaha! Ihihit’s soho tihihicklyyyy!” Gregory giggled. 

“I can see that.” Cassidy told him. 

Crying child giggled. “You’re almost as ticklish as me!” He reacted. 

“You’re tihicklihihish?” Gregory asked. 

“Yeah! Well, I was. I’m not sure we can be tickled in this ghost form.” Crying child admitted. 

“I doubt it.” Cassidy replied. “But we aren’t the people that need tickling. Gregory is.” She added. 

“That’s true.” Crying child replied. 

“Ohohokahay, you can stohohop nohohohohow.” Gregory told them. 

“Are you done crying?” She asked. 

“Ihihi think sohoho.” Gregory replied. 

“That’s not a yes or a no. We need a yes or a no answer.” Cassidy told the boy. 

“Why?” Crying child asked. 

“Because we don't want him crying when he sees his Freddy.” Cassidy told him. 

Crying child went silent and stopped his fingers. “There’s more Freddy’s?” Crying child asked. 

“Yeheah. Ihit’s a newer one. He’s knohown as Glamrock Freddy.” Gregory replied. 

Crying child went silent again. “…The family diner still exists?” He asked. 

Gregory could tell from his voice alone, that something wasn’t right. “Yeah…With hearing all the things about what happened in the past…I’m wondering why they bother to create new pizzeria’s too.” Gregory admitted. 

“Where are we?” Crying child asked. 

Cassidy cleared her throat, despite clearly not needing to. “We are in another version of Freddy's Pizzeria.” 

Gregory shook his head. “It’s even bigger than just a pizzeria now. It’s a mall! A ginormous mall with 5 floors. And I fear there may be more undiscovered floors.” Gregory told them. 

“We should get back to hiding. Gregory has been missing for about 20 minutes now.” She said. 

“Freddy’s okay. If he was worried, he would’ve called me on the watch.” Gregory told him. 

“Freddy is…your friend?” Crying child asked. 

Gregory bit his lip. He knew what the boy was referring to. Freddy must’ve been considered his enemy, considering he literally died at the hands of this Golden Freddy. “He’s really nice. He loves me like a father would.” Gregory told him. 

“…What is a real father like?” Crying child asked. 

Gregory widened his eyes in shock. But then, he remembered something: this kid grew up in the 80’s…where not even emotional abuse was a thing. And he grew up with a father who later killed kids roughly his age. And in Gregory’s mind…a person who kills kids, should never become a father. 

“I’m sorry.” Gregory told him. “I…I forgot about…yeah.” Gregory muttered awkwardly. 

Cassidy sighed. “I’ll take the time to explain. It’s time for Gregory to leave this hideout.” Cassidy told them. 

Gregory nodded and gave the golden Freddy a hug. “I’ll miss you, Cassidy.” Gregory said. “And it’s nice to finally meet you, Crying Child.” Gregory added. 

“It’s good to meet you too, Gregory.” Crying child said. 

Gregory walked out of the room, closing the door behind him and locking it. He kept the key in his pocket, in case he wanted to visit the spirits again. But he would have to make sure he tells Freddy this time. Cause…he didn want to ruin the wonderful relationship they had, by lying to him. It wouldn’t be right. 

Meanwhile, the two spirits were talking to each other.

“I made a new friend today. That hasn’t happened in a long time.” Crying child said. 

“It’s nice to talk to someone else.” Cassidy said. 

“Are you tired of me yet?” Crying child joked. 

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” Cassidy told him. 

Then, Crying child let out his first giggly laugh in over 20 years. This little laugh just told Cassidy that she had to see Gregory again…

Cassidy began to hope that the older kid would pay them another visit in the future. She imagined talking about all sorts of subjects, happy and sad. She even imagined tickling him a bit more, and experiencing more of the childhood things through Gregory, that they both lost so soon due to preventable circumstances. 

Perhaps one day…

[died-but-not-dead-propaganda]

Michael Afton Propaganda

The main protagonist (at the very least for the first six games), turned into a rotting corpse because of remnant. The son of William Afton AKA the Purple Guy, they want to attempt to right their father's wrongs by truely killing William and setting the ghosts of Will's victims free.

So basically he started the franchise off by being his brother's bully, who bullied him to death. Not fun. But it's because of this that Mike's father decides to kill his business partner's daughter, which leads to him discovering this Remnant (metal that keeps things alive forever that's created by "heavy emotions"), making him kill even more kids and put them in metal animatronics to farm that sweet sweet Remnant. And so Mike follows his father to every restaurant location that he kills in as the night guard.

After his father accidentally kills himself by getting peer-pressured by some dead children, Mike decides to go to where his dead sister (NOT his fault, unlike his other sibling) is possessing one of the robots. Well she ends up tricking him into going into the "scooping room" where she and a bunch of other dead kids merged into one, scoop out his innards with a glorified ice cream scoop and become his new insides.

After the incident his little sister is like "uh sorry my dude here have some Remnant" and he's like "oh cool I'm not dead" except they're British so it's probably a bit different. Oh yeah btw, the main characters are British yet they live in Utah. Weird, but oh well. The robot spaghetti leaves his rotting ass to hide in the sewers because they already escaped the facility they were held in.

He goes and lives as a semi-dead corpse guy for a while until his father comes back, as his own possessed animatronic. So Mike follows him again and tries to burn his ass down. However, apparently his father had other plans and escapes. So because there is a bunch of dead people in robots just hididng out in the sewers, both Mike and the buissiness partner with the dead daughter team up to lure them into a new restaurant. Which gets burned down at the end. And everyone gets the ending they deserve. The end ;) (his father comes back but that doesn't matter lol). (Sorry for the rant this guy is what my 3 braincells focus on)

they scooped his organs 👍but it's fine he got better

Mans got his organs scooped out, worn like a sock by his equally dead sister, and then lived for forty~ years as a rotten corpse tryna fix his mistakes, dies in a fire, and possibly(?) comes back AGAIN as Glamrock Freddy (if we're talking Glammike) So he's died once, and maybe even died TWICE and come back.

I don't even like fnaf, but I just think this guy is neat :)  

[lurkingismypastime]

My Mike Afton Headcanons :)

Aromantic asexual, interested in a qpr

Autistic (I’m probably going to make a separate post just for this)

Genderfluid, he/they/she/xe

Deaf or close to it. I’ve yet to figure out if it should be just the natural progression of his hearing or something that happened

His mom was Mexican

Warm brown skin tone (yknow, like how colors can warm or cool)

They have their mom’s wild dark brown hair, and it shows once he takes care of it (and isn’t that a thematic statement and a half)

Curly dark brown hair, grows it to just above shoulder length

Having it pulled back all the time gives them a headache, but they won’t leave it loose if they feel they’re in danger

Complete heterochromia, their right eye is blue and their left is brown

(This was mostly because I couldn’t decide between giving them brown eyes or blue, and now I’m attached)

5′5″ (let Mike be short, it’s what they deserve)

Other Headcanons

Since they have trouble hearing and work in a place where they have to rely on hearing to warn them of danger, they have issues going without aids

Gruffly gentle with people younger than them, but prone to hostility with people older

Will fight as soon as he thinks he’s being threatened

On bad days he panics at everything he thinks could be perceived as a mistake

Loves to people watch (unless they’re having a bad day where they compare themself to their dad) enjoys watching life just bustling around them, it makes them feel more human

Hates being treated like she’s stupid or worthless 

AUTHORITY ISSUES BABY

In an ideal world, xe would be a paramedic or artist :)

Touch starved and touch repulsed

Loves rain, it’s xeir favorite smell too

The ocean is also something she loves

Sunset colors are her favorite

Loves painting especially mural-like pieces

Has trouble making friends and connecting with people, but sometimes finds people that just click

Has been a disappointment all his life, and when he grew up he learned to wear it like a badge of pride. There’s still a wound beneath that though, and it likes to show up on bad days and around parental figures.

Chronic pain, body issues

Once he learns to stand up for himself, he also figures out how to stand up for others

Dry sense of humor

Their wrist getting grabbed is a trigger. If it happens unexpectedly they will fight them off, or panic if that doesn’t work.

Introverted

Gardening is something they enjoy a lot. They have a lot of plants (some of which are wild/weeds) knows a lot about their properties

Self-esteem issues (but we knew that)

Spoke Spanish with their mom until (something happened, I’m still figuring out what) 

Later picked it up again, or spoke and learned it all through childhood to stay connected to her (dad told him he couldn’t take Spanish because he would ‘cheat’)

His mom used to make heated milk with brown sugar and nutmeg for him. He makes it for his siblings on bad nights, and later for himself when he needs comfort

C-ptsd in general but also about ennard specifically (which makes eating even more of a challenge, and gives him autonomy issues)

They were conscious while Ennard was in them (I’m so sorry) 

She’s got her mom’s eyes and smile. She nearly cries the first time someone points out the resemblance because she’s been compared to her father her whole life

Has xeir mom’s freckles and temperament, but xeir dad’s face and mannerisms (unfortunately)

TOUCH STARVED AS HELL

Fuck William’s accent, Michael has his mom’s accent

Nearly debilitating fear of losing autonomy

Can face the worst life has to offer without batting an eye, but crumbles like a wet paper bag in the face of any positive interaction

Loves space and thinking about it and talking about it

Was an annoying and kind of rough older sibling, but also took on the responsibility of his siblings. William was especially bad the week of cc’s birthday, and that translated into being rougher and more calloused with his siblings. If the joke had gone as intended, he probably would have made it up to him in his own rough way once he realized how much it affected cc.

Don’t tell me you haven’t done something in the heat of the moment that you regret later. I know I have

Being gentle comes easily to him after he gets away from his father and learns to leave the ‘be tough or get hurt’ mindset

This makes him even more like his mother, with his temper turning into spitfire protectiveness combined with a gentle empathy, especially for kids

His mother begins to shine through more and more. Where he once had his father’s expressions and habits, he now exhibits his mom’s

Sorting through my Mike refs, I’m realizing how many of my headcanons were just putting a neon sign above his head blaring ‘AUTISTIC. THIS PERSON IS AUTISTIC’

[and-stir-the-stars]

So like. A variation of A Nest Torn Empty came to me in a dream and I thought it might be interesting to ask about.

How would the kids react if, after Evan moves in with the Fazbears, his siblings were just... not allowed to see him again, even to visit? Through their entire childhoods?

Hmmm... i don't think Liz and Mike would be banned from seeing Evan unless Evan himself asked for it, and I don't think Ev would do that; his relationship with Mike is very fragile during the course of a nest torn empty, ofc, but it DOES get better, and Evan loves his siblings and wants the three of them to be happy together.

Assuming there was some event that led to the three not being allowed so see each other, Evan would be upset. Finally being removed from his siblings gives Evan the space and safety to heal and process what happened to him, but his entire family being GONE isn't lost on Evan. In the au's canon, it takes Evan a while to let Liz and Mike in again, but part of what makes it easier is that letting them in is his CHOICE and it's something that he has power over. Being banned from seeing Liz and Mike would still be damaging for him; it just removes his choice in the opposite way.

Liz would be a mixture of sad and angry. She only just "got Evan back" after spending so long pushing him away and wishing he would disappear. She pushed away her friends-- who were toxic, but were also her only support-- to be with him, so not being allowed to see Evan would feel unfair, isolating, and scary. I can see a version of events where Liz tries sneaking to see Evan when no one is looking. She tries to rope Mike into it, at first because ofc Mike will want to see Ev too, but when Mike refuses to try sneaking to see Evan, some of Liz's inner resentment at Mike for almost killing Ev in the first place might lead her to try guilting or threatening Mike into 1) not telling anyone what she's doing, and 2) helping her sneak to find Ev.

I say that Mike wouldn't sneak off to find Ev with her because of the events of mbmw chapter 1. Mike is desperate to make things up with Ev and make sure Ev knows he's sorry and that he loves his little brother, but...

Tears sprang back into the teen’s eyes once more. “I needed to know that he was okay. I… I n-needed him to know I’m sorry.”

“And those needs are… valid,” Freddy nodded slowly. “But just because your emotions are valid does not mean they should be acted on. Michael Afton, do you understand now why the hospital staff was told to keep you away from Evan? Do you understand that by not listening, you hurt your brother even more?”

i think being told that he's not allowed to see Evan would bring this moment back in Mike's mind: when he snuck/barged his way into Evan's hospital room/life, and it had AWFUL consequences that led to Evan being hurt. Mike doesn't trust himself or his own judgement anymore, and he's scared of hurting Evan again. I don't think Mike would sneak off to see Evan no matter how much he secretly wants to, and he might even sabotage Elizabeth's attempts to do so if he were scared that Liz would hurt Ev, too. And he might try sabotaging Liz's mistakes if they weren't living close to Freddy and Evan, and Mike was scared that Liz going off on her own would result in LIZ getting hurt.

[makerofmadness]

I am once again tagging @umbrarkzoo

for some incorrect FNAF quotes under the cut

Fritz Smith: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

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Michael Afton: Someone care to explain why we have 6 dogs in our house?  Ennard: They're golden retrievers, dude. They retrieve gold. I did this for us.

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Freddy: Seriously, Cassidy, how many people would you have killed if we’d asked you to?  Golden Freddy: That’s not important  Freddy: I DISAGREE.

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Glamrock Chica: Without ugly, there would be no beauty in this world.  Roxy: Thank you for your sacrifice, Gregory 

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Gregory, T-posing in the doorway: Greetings, Vanessa.  Vanessa, not looking up from her coffee: Good morning, problem child. 

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Michael Afton: Kill me nowwwww.  Elizabeth Afton: Sorry, no can do. I need your help with my homework. 

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William Afton: I am not a lunatic. I have the psychiatric report to prove it. A slender majority of the panel decided in my favour.

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Gregory: What? I'm not aggressive!  Monty: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips?  Gregory: Survival of the fittest, bitch.

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Gregory: Though I admit I don’t know much about you, I am feeling pretty confident in my assessment that you are probably some sort of sick deadly fuck.  Burntrap: Who told you my secret?  -

Jeremy Fitzgerald: Are you ready to commit?  Fritz Smith: Like, a crime or a relationship? 

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Jeremy Fitzgerald: I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people.

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Michael Afton: Where did you get that tomato soup?  Ennard: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.  -

Henry Emily: *Gives a bouquet to William*  William Afton: You know I'm allergic.  Henry Emily: That's the point. 

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The Puppet: Night Guard, fuck off.  The Puppet And by "fuck off" I mean "fuck off right back here and listen", you insufferable prick. 

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Michael Afton: Life is like my brother. It's short.

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Henry Emily: Why are you burning our marriage certificate!?  William Afton: Good luck trying to return me without a receipt. 

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Michael Afton: I'm naturally funny because my life is a joke.  -

Funtime Foxy: We either die free, or die trying!  Ballora: Are those the only choices?

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Toy Bonnie: *slams books down in front of Bonnie*  Toy Bonnie: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night.  Bonnie: You could have said literally anything else.  Toy Bonnie: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble.  Bonnie: I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. I won’t win. I realize this now.

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Henry Emily: How the hell are you still alive?  William Afton: Honestly, I’m just as confused as you are.

(Alternatively: Glamrock Freddy and Burntrap because I am a Glamhenry enjoyer-)

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Gregory, holding in his laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing?  Glamrock Freddy: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic human language.  Gregory:  Gregory: Water you doing?

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William Afton: When I see initials carved into a tree with a heart I think it’s so romantic. Two lovers on a date... one of them carrying a knife for some reason. 

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Golden Freddy: Do you care if I take the skin off this Furby?  Golden Freddy: I want to make him a god. Once he is free of his sinful flesh, he can begin a path towards enlightenment. He will take care of us.  Golden Freddy: I also want to softhack his circuits.  The Puppet: I literally could not care less but never say anything as frightening as that ever again.

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Fritz Smith: Don’t worry, I have a permit.  Jeremy Fitzgerald: ...This just says “I can do what I want”. 

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Glamrock Chica: Yo! I heard you like reptiles, got any fun facts?  Monty: If a crocodile eats your dad, they become your new dad. 

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Toy Freddy: I will beat all of you in Rock, Paper, Scissors. You go first.  Toy Bonnie: Rock.  Toy Freddy: Paper. 

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Nedd Bear: You spent all our money on THIS??  Orville, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this. 

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*Bite of 87 happens*

The Puppet: I hope you have an explanation for this.  Toy Chica: We have three actually-  Mangle: Pick your favorite. 

[youllallriseintheink]

In Her Code, chapter 1: A Protective Shell

This is a story about Elizabeth Afton/Circus Baby’s experience as an animatronic and what it means for her nature and her free will. It will go into why the animatronics are the way they are.

It will have one more chapter, a more action-oriented than this one, coming out within the next five days.

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Time tended to lose meaning to Elizabeth Afton. The clock ticked. The computer buzzed. Those were essentially the only forms of simulation in this room she could not leave.

It had been a long time since William had come to visit her. Usually, he came in at least once a week to do maintenance on her, as well as the android meant to resemble her little brother. He promised that he would get them out of there one day. That she would have an android, too, and he would learn to put her soul in it, and her brother’s soul in his, and they’d go home and be a happy family again. But according to the digital calendar on the computer monitor, William hadn’t been here in weeks. He’d abandoned her.

The door opened, and William stepped in, carrying with him a variety of machine maintenance supplies. “Hey, Liz,” he said, an apologetic tone to his voice. “So sorry to leave you, honey. Michael… well, he dragged me into this two-month court case in another state, and I haven’t really had time to pop over here.” He put down the supplies and walked over to stroke her arm. “God, I never should have put him before you. If I’d just had my priorities straight, this wouldn’t have happened. Let me just clean Evan up here, and then I have something important to tell you.”

He turned to the Evan android and whistled as he went about its weekly maintenance ritual, wiping off the accumulated dust and debris, combing his hair, changing his clothes, and opening his chest cavity to check that all the mechanical bits were in place, all with a tenderness that William wouldn’t show to the average machine. Then, William turned his attention to Elizabeth.

Not bothering to rein in her impulse to slaughter him, Elizabeth strained against the metal restraints. The first few times she’d felt that impulse, she’d fought it, but now she knew that the restraints would do it for her, keeping her chained tight to her metal gurney. How convenient. How thoughtful of her father to do this so she could at least stay on free-roaming mode and thus move her eyes and hands instead of being entirely immobile.

“You’re not going to be here much longer,” William promised as he got her upright and started polishing.

Elizabeth’s heart fluttered. Her voice was disabled at the moment, but she made sure to focus her eyes on him so that he’d know she understood.

“I completed the rest of the Funtime Animatronics. I’m going to start renting them out, which means you’re going with them to a new warehouse.”

Her heart sank again. It seemed she’d be in this robotic body a bit longer. Or a lot longer.

William took a break from polishing her to stroke her cheek and look her in the eyes. “I promise, I will get you out of there, sweetheart. It’s just a difficult process. And hey, at least this way you’ll have some friends. Alright?” he gave her what was probably supposed to be an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

After Elizabeth’s maintenance, William disabled her motor functions and put her on a gurney, with which she was taken to a crate and then taken on a short, bumpy ride by vehicle. When she was let out of her crate, she found herself in a dimly lit, almost empty warehouse with three beautiful stages in it. On one of them, there was a beautiful ballerina animatronic. On another was a pink and white Freddy animatronic with a little Bonnie hand puppet. The third had a pink and white fox animatronic on it. Before her transformation, Liz would have considered a place like this to be a dream come true. Even now, she thought it was very pretty indeed.

William stepped beside her. “Welcome home, Elizabeth. I’ll have the guys move Funtime Freddy so that you can have center stage. And here,” William opened up her face panel and pressed a button, finally allowing her to move and talk again.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said. She felt like she ought to have a million questions, but she couldn’t think of a single one. They’d spoken before, using a computer monitor on which her dad could read her code as well as the messages she sent him. From those talks, she knew that he didn’t know when he’d get her out of there, but he was working on it. He didn’t know why the robot had been able to kill her, or why being in the robot was giving her murderous thoughts. He was as in the dark as she was in a lot of ways.

“Of course. Glad to finally make you more comfortable. Now, just get onto your stage whenever you’re meant to be transported, and don’t talk about being Elizabeth Afton. The guys in transportation will put you in performance mode whenever you’re being rented out, so you don’t have to worry about working on your material or anything. Just sit back and enjoy. You’ll be getting some friends here, too, soon enough- more people I’ll save one day.”

Liz nodded. The two hugged, the claw in Liz’s stomach just itching to strike out and stuff him inside her. Then, William left.

It was a few nights later when Ballora began moving on its own. Liz had been practicing her singing when it happened- she’d never been much for music as a human, but for some reason, “practicing her material” had become a passion of hers. Her practice was cut short when she noticed Ballora’s eyes light up green. She rushed over as fast as her stiff, heavy legs could carry her. Was this a new person? Someone else who had died from the animatronics?

Ballora saw Baby and ran towards her, immediately grabbing her arm. It cocked its head, seemingly wanting to say something but incapable of it. Then, the eyes went dark. Liz watched as the eyes of Funtime Foxy lit up green and went out again, followed by Funtime Freddy’s.

“Finally, one that can talk!” Freddy exclaimed. He turned his attention to Liz. “You’re possessed. What is your name?”

“Liz,” Liz answered. That seemed to sadden Freddy quite a bit.

“Oh. I’m sorry… I should have been there.”

Confusing words aside, there was something childlike in the robot’s manner of speaking. Liz was thoroughly unsettled. “Why? How do you know me? How can you move from robot to robot like that?”

“Oh, that? It’s my ability. Every ghost has an ability. Mine is I can possess other things. I still have to go back to the Puppet eventually, though. And how I know you? We were friends when we were alive. I don’t remember my name. But we played dress-up together! You and your little brother and my dad.”

Liz was shocked. It couldn’t be. “Charlie…?”

“Yes! I think. Maybe.”

Liz supposed it made sense. Charlie had died close to one of her father’s restaurants, and it seemed that anyone who died by an animatronic came to possess one. It was still strange to hear her words in Funtime Freddy’s rough, male voice, though. “Does that mean that an animatronic killed you, too?”

The question seemed to alarm Charlie. “No. But I’ll get to that later. For now, I’d like to tell you about your brother... Oh, do you remember his name? Animatronic minds aren’t made for remembering. He doesn’t remember either, anymore.”

“Evan. His name was Evan. Dad said we have his soul in Golden Freddy.”

“Yep! You see, I spent a long time looking out for your brother where I could. I like using my power to look around and see where I can help, especially if it’s my friends. I would have helped you, too, but you weren’t carrying around a robot teddy bear that could talk. I was with him when he died, and so I guided his soul somewhere it would be safe. I put him in Golden Freddy. He gets put on free-roaming mode every night, and he has friends now! He even gets to share Golden Freddy with a girl named Cassidy.”

“Ha. Well, I guess that’s about as good as it gets for an animatronic.” Elizabeth paused. “Charlie… do you know why I’ve loved the thought of killing ever since I became an animatronic? It doesn’t feel like anger. It feels more like a part of my code. Something I’m meant to do. I don’t understand it at all.”

Funtime Freddy's ears drooped, and Liz got the sense that he was about tell her something very hard to admit. “It is a part of your code. Every animatronic can kill and hide bodies. It’s how they’re made. The same way we want to entertain, we want to kill. I do, too.”

“But why? Why would we be built for that?”

“Because your dad is a murderer. He killed me. Before I could even tie my own shoes.”

Liz was stunned. “No. No, no my dad would never do that. Especially not to you! Henry was his best friend. He talked all the time about how much Henry misses you. You said that animatronics don’t remember well. You must be misremembering.”

“I could be misremembering my own murder. But only a few months ago, I saw him kill five more children right before my eyes.”

“I see…” Elizabeth took a moment to process that. Could an animatronic forget in a few months? “Wait. You said that you have violent desires, too. But you’re in the Puppet. My dad didn’t make the Puppet, yours did. Maybe he’s the one-”

Charlie’s eyes narrowed. “No. The Puppet is not designed for anger. The Puppet is designed to protect. That’s why I put the others in bodies that would make them want to protect themselves. Big, strong bodies made to kill people with teeth and claws!” Charlie raised her arms and bared her claws, like a child pretending to be a bear. “Even Evan wants to kill now, ‘cause he’s been sharing a mind with a killing machine. I’m the only animatronic whose anger comes from me and only me.” Charlie’s gaze softened. “I have to go now. My old body is pulling me back. Hope you can accept all this. See you soon!” Charlie chirped.

With that, Funtime Freddy’s eyes lost their green glow.

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One thing Liz didn’t lack for in her auditorium was time to think. And, unfortunately, a little thought was all it took to make Charlie’s claims seem reasonable. Liz remembered the night she’d been killed- she’d come to Circus Baby for comfort because her dad had gone missing. The night before that, she’d overheard her dad and her older brother talking about lying to the police.

Her dad was a murderer. Did that mean that she was destined to be a murderer, too? Days went by. She was rented out, and as her body went through the motions at kids’ parties, she felt her inner claw scratching for release like a cat pawing at the door. It made sense when it was her father- she’d been angry with him even before her death. But children? Maintenance workers? The random man who packed her up for each party, with his flannels and weird moustache and Utah Grizzlies baseball cap? She had no anger against them. And yet she liked the idea of seeing their blood. And if even sweet, lamb-to-slaughter Evan had gone violent, what chance did she have?

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO NEFE COSMIA, PARKER DAVIS. 🌓

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: Payton age: 23 pronouns: they/them ooc contact: bethjohanssen (tumblr) or cospayton (twitter) other characters in xc: none… yet

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: Parker “Phone Dude” Davis age: 29 pronouns: he/him series: Five Nights at Freddy’s canon point: Directly after the fire in FNAF: Pizzeria Simulator app triggers: Death in general, minor mention of drug addiction, murder.

personality:

Parker Davis lights up any room he’s in. Boisterous, says what he thinks without realizing how it’ll affect others, but it’s usually funny regardless. Parker is a ride-or-die for those he cares about, often unintentionally putting their needs before him. Upon first meeting Parker, it’s like you’ve known each other for years with how warm and inviting he is.

something your muse struggles with: In the last decade Parker lost his mother, and in the past 3 months he lost his best friend, Jimmy, and his sort-of-boyfriend, Michael Afton. When faced with the loss of those he cares about, Parker’s addictive tendencies come out with a vengeance. However, even in the face of adversity he always puts on a brave face for those around him, often to his own detriment.

your muse’s greatest strength: No matter the circumstance, Parker is always trying to put a smile on other’s faces, even to his own detriment (though he lives in blissful ignorance as he puts other’s needs before his)

history/background:

Parker is Saskatchewan-born, Utah-raised, and resides in Hurricaine, Utah, home of the original Fredbear’s Family Diner (among other Freddy’s franchises). Having a special interest in Fazbear’s all his life, Parker runs a decently successful Youtube channel named “Defazland” dedicated to all things Fazbear Entertainment.

Most recently he almost opened up his own passion project, the horror attraction based on the ghost stories and haunting rumours that plague the Freddy’s brand. He even found an original Spring Bonnie animatronic.

However, his plans were thrown for a loop when his new security guard, a strange-looking man named “Mike” revealed to him that this seemingly innocent animatronic was much more sinister. Stuffed inside this suit was the undead co-creator of the Freddy’s franchise and serial killer, William Afton.

In trying to stop this undead man with a vengeance, Parker’s best friend and business partner, Jimmy Smith, stubbornly attempted to go after William, only to end up dying horrifically in the process. To make matters worse, the horror attraction Parker poured his heart and soul into “mysteriously” set on fire. Surely it has nothing to do with his new security guard and sort-of-boyfriend Michael… right?

Unfortunately, the fire didn’t kill William Afton, so Michael (revealed to Parker to be William’s undead son, Michael Afton) is still on his quest for revenge against his father. Long story short, another pizzeria shows up, owned by the other Freddy’s co-creator, Henry Emily. This pizzeria is a front to gather all the possessed animatronics and even Michael himself with the express purpose to burn the building down, ending the curse once and for all.

Michael unknowingly ends up falling for this and in the end as the pizzeria burns, Parker is left watching the futile attempts to put out this fire, knowing the man he loves is inside, burning against his will after he finally found a reason to live again in Parker (yowch! I’m sure this won’t horribly traumatize Parker).

Having lost his best friend, his business, AND his boyfriend… what’s next for Parker?

powers/abilities: none

inherent abilities: none

items/weapons:

A slightly crinkled and torn at the edges photo of the opening day crew of Fazbear Frights (Michael, Jimmy, Parker, and unmentioned until now Mitchie)

video camera

starting ability: N/A

starting item:

A slightly crinkled and torn at the edges photo of the opening day crew of Fazbear Frights

Video camera

extra:

FNAF makes no sense so I’m sorry if this is convoluted.

Parker is my little guy I can’t wait to traumatize him

discord id: defazland

passcode: wtf is going on in fnaf

[worksinprogress1]

Time tended to lose meaning to Elizabeth Afton. The clock ticked. The computer buzzed. Those were essentially the only forms of simulation in this room she could not leave.

It had been a long time since William had come to visit her. Usually, he came in at least once a week to do maintenance on her, as well as the android meant to resemble her little brother. He promised that he would get them out of there one day. That she would have an android, too, and he would learn to put her soul in it, and her brother’s soul in his, and they’d go home and be a happy family again. But according to the digital calendar on the computer monitor, William hadn’t been here in weeks. He’d abandoned her.

The door opened, and William stepped in, carrying with him a variety of machine maintenance supplies. “Hey, Liz,” he said, an apologetic tone to his voice. “So sorry to leave you, honey. Michael… well, he dragged me into this two-month court case in another state, and I haven’t really had time to pop over here.” He put down the supplies and walked over to stroke her arm. “God, I never should have put him before you. If I’d just had my priorities straight, this wouldn’t have happened. Let me just clean Evan up here, and then I have something important to tell you.”

He turned to the Evan android and whistled as he went about its weekly maintenance ritual, wiping off the accumulated dust and debris, combing his hair, changing his clothes, and opening his chest cavity to check that all the mechanical bits were in place, all with a tenderness that William wouldn’t show to the average machine. Then, William turned his attention to Elizabeth.

Not bothering to rein in her impulse to slaughter him, Elizabeth strained against the metal restraints. The first few times she’d felt that impulse, she’d fought it, but now she knew that the restraints would do it for her, keeping her chained tight to her metal gurney. How convenient. How thoughtful of her father to do this so she could at least stay on free-roaming mode and thus move her eyes and hands instead of being entirely immobile.

“You’re not going to be here much longer,” William promised as he got her upright and started polishing.

Elizabeth’s heart fluttered. Her voice was disabled at the moment, but she made sure to focus her eyes on him so that he’d know she understood.

“I completed the rest of the Funtime Animatronics. I’m going to start renting them out, which means you’re going with them to a new warehouse.”

Her heart sank again. It seemed she’d be in this robotic body a bit longer. Or a lot longer.

William took a break from polishing her to stroke her cheek and look her in the eyes. “I promise, I will get you out of there, sweetheart. It’s just a difficult process. And hey, at least this way you’ll have some friends. Alright?” he gave her what was probably supposed to be an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

After Elizabeth’s maintenance, William disabled her motor functions and put her on a gurney, with which she was taken to a crate and then taken on a short, bumpy ride by vehicle. When she was let out of her crate, she found herself in a dimly lit, almost empty warehouse with three beautiful stages in it. On one of them, there was a beautiful ballerina animatronic. On another was a pink and white Freddy animatronic with a little Bonnie hand puppet. The third had a pink and white fox animatronic on it. Before her transformation, Liz would have considered a place like this to be a dream come true. Even now, she thought it was very pretty indeed.

William stepped beside her. “Welcome home, Elizabeth. I’ll have the guys move Funtime Freddy so that you can have center stage. And here,” William opened up her face panel and pressed a button, finally allowing her to move and talk again.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said. She felt like she ought to have a million questions, but she couldn’t think of a single one. They’d spoken before, using a computer monitor on which her dad could read her code as well as the messages she sent him. From those talks, she knew that he didn’t know when he’d get her out of there, but he was working on it. He didn’t know why the robot had been able to kill her, or why being in the robot was giving her murderous thoughts. He was as in the dark as she was in a lot of ways.

“Of course. Glad to finally make you more comfortable. Now, just get onto your stage whenever you’re meant to be transported, and don’t talk about being Elizabeth Afton. The guys in transportation will put you in performance mode whenever you’re being rented out, so you don’t have to worry about working on your material or anything. Just sit back and enjoy. You’ll be getting some friends here, too, soon enough- more people I’ll save one day.”

Liz nodded. The two hugged, the claw in Liz’s stomach just itching to strike out and stuff him inside her. Then, William left.

It was a few nights later when Ballora began moving on its own. Liz had been practicing her singing when it happened- she’d never been much for music as a human, but for some reason, “practicing her material” had become a passion of hers. Her practice was cut short when she noticed Ballora’s eyes light up green. She rushed over as fast as her stiff, heavy legs could carry her. Was this a new person? Someone else who had died from the animatronics?

Ballora saw Baby and ran towards her, immediately grabbing her arm. It cocked its head, seemingly wanting to say something but incapable of it. Then, the eyes went dark. Liz watched as the eyes of Funtime Foxy lit up green and went out again, followed by Funtime Freddy’s.

“Finally, one that can talk!” Freddy exclaimed. He turned his attention to Liz. “You’re possessed. What is your name?”

“Liz,” Liz answered. That seemed to sadden Freddy quite a bit.

“Oh. I’m sorry… I should have been there.”

Confusing words aside, there was something childlike in the robot’s manner of speaking. Liz was thoroughly unsettled. “Why? How do you know me? How can you move from robot to robot like that?”

“Oh, that? It’s my ability. Every ghost has an ability. Mine is I can possess other things. I still have to go back to the Puppet eventually, though. And how I know you? We were friends when we were alive. I don’t remember my name. But we played dress-up together! You and your little brother and my dad.”

Liz was shocked. It couldn’t be. “Charlie…?”

“Yes! I think. Maybe.”

Liz supposed it made sense. Charlie had died close to one of her father’s restaurants, and it seemed that anyone who died by an animatronic came to possess one. It was still strange to hear her words in Funtime Freddy’s rough, male voice, though. “Does that mean that an animatronic killed you, too?”

The question seemed to alarm Charlie. “No. But I’ll get to that later. For now, I’d like to tell you about your brother... Oh, do you remember his name? Animatronic minds aren’t made for remembering. He doesn’t remember either, anymore.”

“Evan. His name was Evan. Dad said we have his soul in Golden Freddy.”

“Yep! You see, I spent a long time looking out for your brother where I could. I like using my power to look around and see where I can help, especially if it’s my friends. I would have helped you, too, but you weren’t carrying around a robot teddy bear that could talk. I was with him when he died, and so I guided his soul somewhere it would be safe. I put him in Golden Freddy. He gets put on free-roaming mode every night, and he has friends now! He even gets to share Golden Freddy with a girl named Cassidy.”

“Ha. Well, I guess that’s about as good as it gets for an animatronic.” Elizabeth paused. “Charlie… do you know why I’ve loved the thought of killing ever since I became an animatronic? It doesn’t feel like anger. It feels more like a part of my code. Something I’m meant to do. I don’t understand it at all.”

Funtime Freddy's ears drooped, and Liz got the sense that he was about tell her something very hard to admit. “It is a part of your code. Every animatronic can kill and hide bodies. It’s how they’re made. The same way we want to entertain, we want to kill. I do, too.”

“But why? Why would we be built for that?”

“Because your dad is a murderer. He killed me. Before I could even tie my own shoes.”

Liz was stunned. “No. No, no my dad would never do that. Especially not to you! Henry was his best friend. He talked all the time about how much Henry misses you. You said that animatronics don’t remember well. You must be misremembering.”

“I could be misremembering my own murder. But only a few months ago, I saw him kill five more children right before my eyes.”

“I see…” Elizabeth took a moment to process that. Could an animatronic forget in a few months? “Wait. You said that you have violent desires, too. But you’re in the Puppet. My dad didn’t make the Puppet, yours did. Maybe he’s the one-”

Charlie’s eyes narrowed. “No. No, the Puppet is not designed for anger. The Puppet is designed to protect. That’s why I put the others in bodies that would make them want to protect themselves. Big, strong bodies made to kill people with teeth and claws!” Charlie raised her arms and bared her claws, like a child pretending to be a bear. “Even Evan wants to kill now, ‘cause he’s been sharing a mind with a killing machine. I’m the only animatronic whose anger comes from me and only me.” Charlie’s gaze softened. “I have to go now. My old body is pulling me back. I hope you’re able to think things over and accept them. See you soon!” Charlie chirped.

With that, Funtime Freddy’s eyes lost their green glow.

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One thing Liz didn’t lack for in her auditorium was time to think. And, unfortunately, a little thought was all it took to make Charlie’s claims seem reasonable. Liz remembered the night she’d been killed- she’d come to Circus Baby for comfort because her dad had gone missing. The night before that, she’d overheard her dad and her older brother talking about lying to the police.

Her dad was a murderer. Did that mean that she was destined to be a murderer, too? Days went by. She was rented out, and as her body went through the motions at kids’ parties, she felt her inner claw scratching for release like a cat pawing at the door. It made sense when it was her father- she’d been angry with him even before her death. But children? Maintenance workers? The random man who packed her up for each party, with his flannels and weird moustache and Utah Grizzlies baseball cap? She had no anger against them. And yet she liked the idea of seeing their blood. And if even sweet, lamb-to-slaughter Evan had gone violent, what chance did she have?

[backonthebullshit]

Ok so like, imagine the security breach animatronics (+Gregory) meeting a animatronic reader that was used way back when the first fnaf opend. So they have a human soul inside them, they can kill, their movements are stiff. But instead of getting thrown out they instead get rebuild (their movements are the same, just better looking) and used as a 'Back in the day' kinda thing?

ooooo, this

This is a really interesting prompt bc outside of the posters and things and The You Know What we haven’t seen the og animatronics in quite some time (rip to the legends)

Anyways here’s some HCs, as a treat🥰 (sorry these took so long! I got invested and wrote all day lol)

Friendly reminder to y’all that requests are open! (Yes I’m still working on the Monty Gator thing but it’s gonna be so good just wait)

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Glamrocks + Gregory x og animatronic!reader Headcanons

TW: mentions of the original FNAF child murders, mentions of a little verbal abuse?, swearing, a little trauma

Author’s note: I made this kinda angsty at the start but it gets fluffy I promise / gender neutral!reader

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I can imagine,

- Regardless of what kind of animal you are, you’re in rough shape from years of not being used (literally no idea how you’re still alive homie)

- Pretty safe to say as soon as FazBear Entertainment found you again, they were immediately thought of ways they could profit off of you

- That’s how you ended up at the Pizzaplex, you have a small section of the museum where you’re stationary as part of a photo attraction

- The section is small but so realistic to the original pizzeria where you were murdered that it’s like living your death all over again, and it’s worse than being stuck in this robot

- When they had you repaired, your animatronic body was in shambles of rust and decay. Now you can move again, albeit slower than the Glamrocks due to your servos and joints being so old

- Parts and Service were unable to install the animatronic AI in you however, so you’re left with your original voicebox that hasn’t been used in years

- While your body repeats the same phrases over and over during the day, shifting poses occasionally, you barely have the strength to use your real voice after hours when the PizzaPlex closes

- Your afterlife couldn’t be worse, until you meet the others..

Freddy would be the most curious to check out the newest installation to the museum, and that’s where he unexpectedly finds you one night.

- Papa Bear(TM) here would absolutely comfort you if you were frightened by this new place, and especially once he understood what you were and how awful your surroundings made your days

- He doesn’t quite know how to help you beyond that, but he will happily distract you as much as possible by hyping you up and showing you around the Pizzaplex

- Gives the best hugs!!! Even though you’re both animatronics lol

- Appeals so much to your inner child by playing Fazer Blast with you and even Hide and Seek if you suggest it

- First one to scold children/teens/adults who insult you ( “Y/N is not weird or creepy, Y/N is different, and that is what makes them special. If you cannot appreciate their unique qualities then I must request that you leave. Now.” )

- Superstar is basically your name to this bear now

- (THEORY TIME) if Michael Afton is really possessing him..he’ll randomly feel super guilty sometimes whenever he looks over and sees you in your section, in a body you never belonged in..

Monty is initially annoyed by the construction of a new section, even if it’s small, until he actually meets you.

- Is a little weirded out by your design but totally gets into it after awhile because you’re basically the same you just look different and to him that’s super metal dude!! (Literally lmao)

- Takes great pleasure in teasing you like an annoying sibling but is immediately on the scene to deal with unruly children who try to climb on you/make a mess in your section

- Forgets you’re a child stuck in your body sometimes but has grown better about watching his mouth ( “Man I hate when these stupid fu- *remembers* fudgin’, fudgin’ brats leave their food around your spot like this” )

- He doesn’t know how to handle your trauma but he makes every effort to support you by helping you be a kid

- Wanna come hang out in Monty Golf?? He’s not the fastest either, and he’s happy to slow down even more to make you less self-conscious about your stiff joints (will still tease you about tho)

- Don’t know how to play mini golf?? Even better, now you get to learn from the best!! He really fills a hole you had almost forgotten existed in your..”life”

- Would never admit it, but he cares about you, kid

Chica is so excited to meet you!!! She’s heard the construction crew talking about a new animatronic and she can’t stop chirping about how ready she is to make a new friend!!!

- Hears your story and is immediately overcome with emotions. She’s a robot and she can’t really cry but this is the closest she feels like she’s ever come

- Like the others she is determined to find ways to help you adjust but also thrive in the Pizzaplex, so what better ways than her two specialties?

- Poor thing doesn’t initially realize you can’t eat but she’ll invite you to cook things with her all the time!! Pizza cupcakes tacos cookies, you guys make it all

- She won’t admit it but cooking with you helps her avoid the garbage so it’s like y’all are equally comforting each other (brb crying)

- On top of cooking together, she’s going to be all about doing Mazercize together! When you express how stiff your body is, Chica isn’t afraid to cheer you on in loosening up your bolts through some good old fashioned movement ( “Y/N!! You’re improving so much, chickadee! I’m so proud of you for working so hard! Let’s make cupcakes to celebrate!” )

- Also encourages you the most to use your voice and speak your mind after hours, not your lines (even if your voicebox malfunctions and gets squeaky sometimes) because it means a lot to her to watch you open up more

- She’s accidentally such a Mother Hen sorry not sorry but you just bring it out in her, you sweet thing

Roxanne did not care at all about meeting you because she rarely pays attention to new things going on in the Pizzaplex, but once she met you she was surprised by how much she enjoyed your company.

- Definitely took the longest to warm up to you, and teases you nearly as much as Monty does (Chica reminds you not to take it personally)

- Her reaction to your story isn’t as outwardly visceral as Chica or Freddy, but inside she feels her animatronic heart soften for you and how much you’ve gone through

- From there Roxy does little things, like invite you to come jam with her in her room after hours to whatever kind of music you two can get access to/make with her keytar

- She will bring you to Roxy Raceway with the sole intentions of showing off, and when you get so excited to ride in a kart she can’t help but feel her tail wag in anticipation

- Your spirit is only that of a child, and as a child you validate her so much in ways that the kids during the day normally don’t ( “I bet I’M your favorite, Y/N” “Yup!” -and any small amount of confirmation will send her back to her room crying that she’s actually someone’s favorite )

- Roxanne begins to find a great amount of comfort in your presence, and she is fiercely protective of you as a result-this usually means that she and Monty tease the hell out of you, but become the ultimate bodyguards if anyone else has shit to say

- If you have fur/fuzz/a soft outer coating then Roxanne is not afraid to help you brush and maintain it (like a Mother Wolf). Just one of the little unspoken ways that she shows she cares

Gregory did not anticipate you actually being alive when he first saw you, but when he found out you were and weren’t hunting him down, he actually kind of warmed up to you.

- When you encounter him it’s like a total flashback to when you were murdered in the pizzeria and your head actually starts spinning in circles before Freddy calms you down

- Gregory is saddened to hear that you’re trapped here, in a similar way to him, and only a child a little younger than he is. But when you help him hide in your section from Vanessa, he realizes you can help him with a determination the others don’t understand

- This little gremlin has definitely tried to crawl in your stomach hatch but you smack him away every time so the spring locks don’t do to him what they did to you

- Sometimes through the night, Freddy catches the two of you bickering like..well, children, and he almost feels bad that this is the only interaction you’ve had with someone your own age in so long

- At one point you noticed Gregory’s irritability combined with his tiredness as the night wore on, and so you took his hand and walked to the kitchen out of nowhere. When he asks what you’re doing you tell him how Chica helps you think more clearly by cooking, or in his case, eating

- Having already laid several distractions for said chicken, Gregory watched as you made him a small pizza to help him calm down, and as he ate, he realized you were right, and he actually gives you a hug afterwards

- For the rest of the night, you do what you can to help him escape your friends and the night guard. There are several moments between he, you and Freddy which you can’t help but laugh at, and if there wasn’t a killer rabbit lady on the loose you might say this was kind of..nice

- You’re the first to wish Gregory had a gun over the course of the night because YOU have been that kid and everything would be SO much easier (Gregory agrees, but Freddy adamantly disagrees)

ENDING 1 (could work for the endings where you free Vanny, or when Freddy and Gregory steal the van, or even the Burntrap ending): When the time comes to escape the Pizzaplex, Gregory begs you to come along with him and Freddy, and having developed such a connection with the paid, you agree and all of you ride off into the sunset together, 2/3 of you connected to car batteries to stay alive.

ENDING 2: When Gregory discovers the fire escape at the prize counter and Freddy pulls his lighter, the pair of them hesitate but ask if you want to come along. Realizing this is the chance you’ve been waiting for to move on, you decide to stay as the Pizzaplex burns, setting your soul free from the animatronic you have been trapped in for so long. While you are sad because you will miss your friends, you are finally able to achieve peace.