#IT MIGHT BE AS BAD AS SPRINGTRAP

[spaciebabie]

I NEED HIM

[puhpandas]

the day dawko releases glamrock hex plushies I will be down $55

[basil-from-omori]

hey how are you?

good, instead of doing the projects and assignments and the comm I was supposed to have done like ten days ago I’m going on tumblr looking at pictures of springtrap fnaf (hence the reblogs). thank u for asking

[dokoni-mo]

Waiting Drives You Crazy || Springtrap x GN! Reader

summary: you reunite after 30 years

SFW // angsty fluff

word count: 3252

warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence, mental health issues including but not limited to anxiety, depression, and thoughts of unaliving, springtrap is smelly af, established relationship, angst, fluff, will is just a bad person lmao

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a/n: wow my first fic in more than a year,, i really hope that I've still got it!! This story doesn't really connect to crave toooooo muchhh?? but i've still tagged my normal list for crave anyway!! pls lmk if i missed you or you don't want to be tagged in stuff like this! also, this is based off one of my fav fnaf vhs series!! i'll link it here! enjoy!

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When they called you saying that they had found William, you spilt your coffee mug all over the kitchen floor.

"What?" Was the only thing that managed to slip past your trembling lips, breathless as if you had been kicked in the chest full-force. And that's what it felt like, honestly, hearing William's name again. Nobody ever talked about him anymore. After what had happened, all that came up about him after his disappearance, it was taboo to even mention him in passing. Let sleeping dogs lie, they said. Leave the demon to his demons.

But a part of you always wondered.

"Yes, you heard me correct." The agent reassured you, and you could hear how he tapped his pen against his notepad on the other end of the line. "We found him, er, we found William. The DNA samples we collected all matched the ones we had on our database. And Michael gave a positive ID."

You fell silent again, your blood feeling as if it were ice in your veins. The room was fuzzy, with a ringing in your ears that you couldn't pinpoint when it began. You stood motionless for a moment before your legs gave out from under you. Your body stumbled to the side, making you fall against your kitchen counter with an oof.

"(Y/N)?" The agent's voice asked, a note of concern in his otherwise flat, professional tone, "Are you alright? Are you still there?"

You took a few deep breaths to steady yourself, nodding even though the man on the other line couldn't see.

"Y-Yes, yes, I am." You confirmed, gripping on to your phone tighter. In order to make sure you wouldn't stumble again, you slid down your wooden cabinets to sit on the floor, not caring about your shattered coffee mug and the pool of steaming coffee next to you. "Sorry, I just... I..."

"No worries," the agent replied, seeming to understand you despite not saying a word, "I get that this is a lot to take in. Just, take a few deep breaths, yeah?"

You take his advice and take in a few deep breaths, the quiet moment allowing you to feel just how fast your heart was racing in your chest. You swallowed thickly after composing yourself, hugging your knees close to your chest.

"I-I just... Is he okay? Is Michael okay?"

"Oh, yeah, Michael is fine. William, however..."

The man trailed off, an awkward silence hanging over the air between the two of you. Your impatience got the better of you, and you were the first to speak up.

"What? What's wrong with him?"

Silence again, only broken up by a sigh and the faint sounds of whispers to a colleague you didn't make an effort to discern. You were about to ask the same thing again, only firmer, when the agent finally spoke again, calm enough to make you slightly annoyed.

"We think it might be best for you to come and see for yourself. William's situation is... quite complex. And we're it would do him some good to see you again."

The annoyance you felt slowly faded away into the ether at the offer, your lips parting in surprise.

Come and see for yourself.

Could it really be that easy? Thirty years you spent wondering what happened to William. Searching for any little piece of evidence that might have pointed to where he would have gone. All those nights of tossing and turning, rereading the newspaper articles over and over, booking therapy appointments just to cancel the night before, just to be handed a reunion on a silver platter? If it weren't for the ceramic shard digging in to your heel, you would have thought you were dreaming.

"Uh- O-Of course we understand if you would prefer not to--"

"No. Sorry, n-no, no..." You rasped, only just then realizing that you hadn't said anything, "No, I want to. I definitely want to. I just thought... It's been so long..."

"We understand. We thought so as well, but... I-It'll be easier to explain when you get here. We could have a car come and get you as soon as tomorrow afternoon, if that works for you?"

You stood up from your seat on the floor, carrying your phone over to look out the window. You could see the sun setting overtop of the buildings surrounding your shitty little apartment complex. Your left hand absent-mindedly fidgeted by your side, touching the ring on your finger and twirling it over and over again on the digit.

"Yeah, that's fine." You replied, knowing full well you had work in the morning. To hell with it. Fuck it.

This was far more important.

~~~

Nearly the entire ride to the facility was spent by you fidgeting in the back seat of the van with not a word spoken to the driver. You couldn't find a position to where you could sit comfortably, making you shift around every so often. Looking out the window to the drab, grey sky that stretched out in front of you, you tried to distract yourself to no avail. Your thoughts constantly drifted back to William, thousands of thoughts drifting through your mind.

Where the hell had he been the last thirty years? How was he even still alive? Why didn't he ever try to contact you? What exactly did these people mean when telling you it would be easier to explain in person? And most importantly, what the hell were you even going to say to him?

You didn't know. But you needed to try. Hopefully you could wing it as you go.

Eventually, after passing by some rather sketchy looking buildings on the highway, you scooted forward in your seat to talk to the driver, leaning against the passenger seat as you looked at his reflection in the rear-view mirror.

"Hey," you said, "How much further are we out?"

"Just around five minutes." The driver replied, "Just gotta take the exit and we're there."

The driver put the blinker on and merged out of the highway, taking the exit ramp down closer to some of the buildings. He drove for a few more minutes before pulling in to the parking lot of one of the shorter buildings, a few security guards around the perimeter. The two of you drove up to what appeared to be the front door, where two men in suits were waiting outside for you once you parked.

The driver walked around to the opposite side of the car to open the door for you, letting you walk the short distance up to the door. The two men standing there looked at you as you approached, one of them reaching out to shake your hand. This one had glasses with salt-and-pepper hair, the other one with brown hair and deep wrinkles.

"(Y/N), yes?" The agent shaking your hand greeted, offering you a small, almost sympathetic smile, "We're glad you could make it out. I'm agent Carter, the one you spoke with on the phone. This is my colleague agent Smith."

You glanced to agent Smith, who only gave you a little nod before you looked back to agent Carter. It was clear who was the more friendly of the two.

"I see. Nice to meet you too." You replied, shifting your bag on your shoulder somewhat awkwardly. "Thank you both for inviting me here. It's... This is an opportunity I didn't think I'd ever get."

"Oh, it's no trouble--"

"Let's just get down to business, yes?" Agent Smith interjected with a sigh lacing his voice, turning and walking off in to the facility. Agent Carter followed behind him quickly, and held the door open for you as you followed. You walked behind the two men as they led you deeper into the building, seeing the different people in business-casual attire milling about the area.

"We found Mr. Afton a few weeks ago, but it's only now that we have seen any signs of life from him." The brown haired agent told you, making you pause and raise a brow.

"Signs of... life?" You questioned, earning a sideways glance from both agents.

"You'll see for yourself in due time." Smith replied before ducking inside of a room, Carter holding the door for you again as you stepped inside.

You took a moment to stand in the doorway and take in what you saw inside of the room, your breath catching in your throat. A plethora of large, flat TV screens lined the far wall, some displaying images of bare rooms, and others just showing static. There was a microphone on the desk lining the same wall, along with some computer monitors, keyboards, notebooks, abandoned cups of coffee and three different swivel chairs. Even though none of these were threatening by themselves, the combination of all of them made you shift in your stance and clear your throat.

"Wh... So, where is he?" You asked as you looked to Agent Carter for some answers, who just gave you a small smile.

"He's just behind this door." Smith replied as he gestured over his shoulder, nodding in the same direction. Looking behind him, you saw a reinforced door with barred, reinforced windows and several different locking mechanisms. Your brow furrowed in confusion and you opened your mouth to question it, but Agent Carter had interrupted you before any words could come out. He walked up to you and pressed something long and metal in to your hands, only adding to your confusion.

"We require that you to take this in with you." He said, his eyes flashing with hint of sympathy as you turned the object over in your hands; a shocking prod. "It's for your own protection in the event we can't get the door open in time."

"Wh-What?" You questioned as your eyes widened, turning the shock prod over in your hands again. "Are you serious? Will wouldn't."

"You have one hour to be with him. After that you'll have to sign a form and undergo a medical examination." Smith interrupted, placing a hand on your shoulder and practically pulling you over to the reinforced door.

You tried to protest, but he either didn't hear you or didn't care as he undid the locks to the door. The agent opened the door the bare minimum amount required to get you through the threshold before practically shoving you inside, nearly knocking you off your balance. You clutched on to the shock prod tighter as you flinched at the sound of the heavy door shutting behind you then the clicking of several locks closing shut. You stood in silence for a moment before the lights flickered on in the room, your eyes stinging as they adjusted to the harsh, cool-toned lighting.

Inside of the room was a metal table with two chairs, with scratches, marks, and mystery stains lining every surface. Scanning over the room, your eyes eventually landed on something in the corner, slumped over and sitting on the ground. It took you a moment to decipher what it was, earning a gasp from you when you eventually did. It was the spring-bonnie suit William used to wear, all those years ago. You could recognize that yellow fur and rabbit ears anywhere. Although, it was clear that time had not been kind to old bonnie, his fur matted and full of holes and stains, with obvious chunks missing, not to mention the horrible smell.

You stared at the yellow rabbit for a long moment before your grip on the shock prod tightened again, your brow furrowing. You felt frustration and anger rise inside your chest, feeling the heat in your cheeks. You were promised to see William. And this was all you got? A rotting costume?

"Is this some sort of sick joke?" You sneered as you looked around the room again, your eyes eventually landing on the security camera hanging from the ceiling. You glared in to it before turning and pounding on the iron door, your frustration only growing with each loud bang.

"Are you two serious?! What is this?! Get me out of here! Hello?? HELLO--"

"B... Bun... ny... Bun-ny..."

You freeze, your face growing pale and your motions falling away to a halt. You feel a chill run down your whole body, as if a ghost had passed through you and stole your soul.

No... it wasn't. It couldn't be. It was impossible...

But who else had ever called you bunny before?

Slowly, you turn around, your hands shaking and your bottom lip trembling. Your wide eyes take in the sight before you, sending another chill down your body. Spring bonnie, who was originally sitting down, was now upright, hunched over and twitching every so often in a manner that made your body ache. Two white, glowing eyes were staring right at you, almost as wide as your own. You could feel your body tremble with fear, but your mind felt oddly blank, as if trying to catch up with reality.

It couldn't be. I just couldn't--

"W... Will?" You heard yourself say before you could register it in your mind, your body acting on pure instinct alone.

The decrepit Spring Bonnie seemed to twitch again at this, the rusty joints creaking and popping in an unnatural manner. The animatronic takes a heavy, labored step closer to you making you flinch.

"B-Bun-ny... m-my... bunny..." Spring Bonnie's voice spoke to you again, sounding as if his throat were full of wires and metal. He takes another painful-looking step towards you, and you flinch again, your back pressing against the metal door as the shock prod dropped out of your hand and clattered to the floor. The animatronic seems to take note of this and stops his approach, an almost pained, heartbroken look flashing in his mechanical eyes.

"D-Don't be... scared." Spring Bonnie tells you, even as you felt your lungs rapidly rise and fall in your chest. "It's me... (Y/N). I-It's me..." I would... never... hurt you."

You heard a ringing in your ears as you listened to the animatronic... William's words. No, there was no denying it anymore. You knew in your heart that this was William. Those glowing, robotic eyes; you could still see the remnants of the man you loved behind him. The grey eyes that you used to love with all your heart.

Tears stung in the rims of your eyes as you stared ahead at William, the cold air of the room stinging inside your chest. A pained look flashed in your eyes, and you started to shake your head.

"N-No... i-it... That's not..." You choked out as you felt hot tears slip down your cheeks and dribble down your chin. "How, I... I-I don't understand--"

William shushes you before you could get out any more words, to the best of his ability, at least. He takes a few more labored steps closer to you until he's within arms length, the smell of rot and mold filling your lungs. You ignore it, however, glued in place as you watch his... hand? paw? Reach up to you. A metal finger lifts to your face, and wipes a tear from your cheek with a shocking amount of gentleness.

"You're... s-still as... stunning... as I... remember." William rasped, making your lips part as a warmth flooded your chest. Even now, all these years later, he still remembered you? Made you swoon? It was all you ever hoped for.

You took in a deep breath and let it slip from your lips, feeling how they curved up into the slightest of smiles. You reached up to your face and wiped your eyes as best you could, taking a moment to look William's new body up and down before meeting his gaze again.

"You thought about me?" You asked in a rasp of a voice, feeling the rotted furry palm of William's drop from your face and scrape down your arm.

"C-Constantly." He replied, and you swore you saw the rabbit ears on the top of his head perk up.

Your small smile lingered for a moment as you stared into William's glowing eyes, your gaze eventually trailing down his body once more. You could see the mold and rot on the tattered fur, along with remnants of what was probably blood and other gore you didn't want to think too much about. The more you looked, the more your smile faded, until it was just a frown.

"I just..." You began, shaking your head in disbelief. "I just have so many questions. How are you even alive? What happened to you?"

William's shoulders squared in response to your interrogation, a deep rumbling emanating through his voice box. He looked off to the side, deep in thought and pausing for a long moment, as if the memory was far in the depths of the remnants of his mind. After a beat, I looked back up into your eyes, and you felt his paw grab on to your hand.

"It is... a long... story." He rasped, tugging on your hand as he turned. He took a few heavily labored steps back to the corner of the room, and you followed after him. Slowly, he moved his giant body so that he could sit back on the floor, lifting up his arm for you to join him by his side. You looked at the obvious signs of decay where you were supposed to rest yourself, and pulled your jacket tighter around your body. You knew Will probably wanted some human contact and connection with you after so long, but you really didn't want it to end with having to go to the ER for a tetanus shot.

You knelt down before moving to sit next to William, feeling his heavy, robotic arm wrap around your shoulders. He pulled you in as close as you could go to him and let out a sound akin to a purr, his other paw moving to rest on your knee.

"I-I never meant... to leave you... bunny." William wheezed, his glowing eyes never leaving your face. "I was... chased. Trapped."

"Chased by who?"

The golden rabbit man paused, as if to search for what to say.

"Spirits... after me. Th-They wanted... revenge."

"Spirits? Revenge? Revenge for wha--"

"I-I was... terrified. So I... hid. In the suit. My sweat... made the... sp-springlocks... go off. I-I died slowly... painfully. But... came back later. S-Stuck in pain for... thirty years..."

Your eyes softened as you listened to William's story, feeling an ache in your chest. You couldn't imagine just how scared he must have been; scared, alone, and in pain for thirty years. It sounded like absolute hell. Worse than hell, even. It sounded like agony for him to even talk, let alone just exist inside of the Spring Bonnie suit for so long. Your eyes stung with tears again as you placed your hand over his, careful to avoid any sharp pieces of metal or wires.

"Oh, Will... I'm so sorry. That sounds... Just horrible."

You sniffled back your tears before lifting your hand to his rotted cheek, gently cupping it where you knew it would be safe. He immediately let out another purr, leaning in to your touch as his eyes turned half-lidded.

"Are you in pain right now?" You asked, bracing yourself for the answer.

"Y-Yes..." He responds, closing his eyes for a moment before gazing back at your face.

"B-But having you... makes... the pain... bearable."

~~~

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[miiilowo]

Highlights / Notable info from the second Scott Cawthon Dawko interview for people who don't want to watch it

MISC/START OF INTERVIEW

- scott says the 1 thing he'd wanna go back and change/fix the past 10 years is FNAF world; said a lot of weird/bad decisions were made going into it, that he didn't like the graphics and it Could Have been a good game but he doesn't like it overall & he may consider making an improved sequel

- he was scared to hand FNAF over to steel wool but he thinks he got lucky w/ them

- refuses to play both FNAF VR games because they genuinely scare him too much; didn't want to beta test them (funny)

- he very much knows the fandom prefers pure horror and the supernatural but cant resist leaning into scifi stuff

- doesn't like the names burntrap and glitchtrap and they were supposed to be temporary

SECURITY BREACH

- half blames covid splitting up steel wools workforce for the games lack of quality and delays

- says his "vision of the game" was misaligned with steel wool, that he had a "very specific story in mind" for security breach and it didnt pan out like he wanted

- he takes fault for it, saying he conveyed it in a bad way; "I was trying to tell steel wool to do specific things throughout the game, put specific items in specific places, have specific characters do certain things, meanwhile not TELLING them what the story plot was. Because in my head, I was thinking 'Okay, when people find this, they'll connect this to this to this & it will all be revealed, and I thought I could do that without telling steel wool the story plot. That didn't work out very well because they got all of these pieces, and they thought it was their job to connect them in a way that made sense. And so really what you ended up having were the same pieces telling completely different stories...I don't blame them for that, I blame myself for that, because what I should have done was gone 'hey, heres the story, the pieces are here, here's how theyre supposed to connect'."

- burntrap originally even supposed to move; just supposed to see something you saw in between machinery or in corners, that you werent supposed to know his purpose even though he used to have a very specific one (that the fandom doesnt know)

- he knows it didnt turn out like anyone wanted & thats why they made the RUIN dlc, he hopes it redeemed security breach

- he said hes learned from that mistake with security breach and things should be better in the future

- he cannot share any thoughts on the mimic

- he likes vanny a lot, shes one of his favorites and he thinks that shes underutilized and should get more spotlight in the future

THE BOOKS

- process is 'he has an idea, he proposes it to the writers, they flesh it out'

- he likes bunny call the most, and that it's not entirely made up; he took his family to a summer camp. 2 older kids 2 babies. one of the things you could sign up for was a 'panda call' . a very 'deceiving title', he says. early in the morning, a bunch of the camp counselors dressed as killer clowns would come into your cabin and scare the kids to wake them up early and drag them off to do their daily activities (?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????) and he knew this was the case, & before it happened he started to sort of feel bad that he signed up his two youngest kids for it so he crept outside in the dark and 'started listening for screams' early in the morning. 'somewhere in the dark in these trees theres clowns and theyre coming for my cabin'

- acknowledges the fazgoo is weird and bad.

- the 'creature on the cover of blackbird is my sleep paralysis demon' (quite literally)

- says his least favorite story is the guy getting pregnant with springtrap's baby and that he Doesnt Know What He Was Thinking, that he swears he 'wasnt trying to pick on matpat'

- he says theres potential for the books to be adapted into shorts goosebumps style, but hes afraid it might be 'too much' and oversaturate the franchise

THE MOVIE

- he says a big issue was that there was material thats difficult to translate to the big screen; the nuance of the antagonists being that the animatronics are possessed by the spirits of innocent children, and he wanted to preserve the innocence of the victims while also having the horror and the kills, and thats a big part of why several screenplays got scrapped; he was more picky/cautious about that than anything else

- says the victims are sort of like 'confused, scared animals backed into a corner, who believe that adults are out to get them' & thats part of why they kill people + the manipulation from william afton

- he likes the movie overall but thinks specific things could be improved and they aim to do that with the second movie, but doesn't want to dwell on those shortcomings too much

- hes perfectly happy with critics hating it but the fanbase loving it & that was his goal for it

- when the movie began showing in theatres he said: 'i told myself i wasnt gonna go online i wasnt gonna read any reviews i had already told everybody at blumhouse and i told my legal team DONT talk to me DONT call me DONT email me DONT send me charts DONT send me facts or figures i dont want hear ANYTHING', saw 1 negative review on accident then started reading all of them immediately before the 2nd showing even happened

- 'for a couple of hours there i was distraught, i thought it was a complete disaster' (based off the initial negative critic reviews, before learning how much the fans loved it)

SECOND MOVIE

- Not giving away many details, but following the same formula; 1st movie based on 1st game, 2nd movie based on 2nd game, etc

- Thinks people will like it, that the setup for the 1st movie was the hardest part but now that they have that launch pad to go off of and hes really fond of what they have planned

- Emma Tammi is also directing the second one

INTO THE PIT GAME

- was originally just supposed to be a short novelty game, but they made something really good and he encouraged them to keep going & its turned into a full-fledged game

- he says its going to be a very 'unique experience' and that everyone will like it a lot

- says working with megacat (studio for the game) has been 'weird but good', that theyll vanish for several months and return with a bunch of info

SPINOFFS, GENERAL FRANCHISE STUFF, FUTURE PLANS

- Would want to work on a game based off of Fetch and that he thinks it'd be really cool

- Says he feels like he's sort of lost touch with the fanbase as things have gotten bigger

- Wants to have a better structure for managing a twitter page, official news feed, etc., wants more management than just Himself because it'd better service the fanbase

- He says theres another game planned with steel wool (not the mimic game) way down the line that hasnt been announced yet

- Making more choose-your-adventure fnaf book stuff

- He's 'very careful' with collaborations because he wants to preserve the fact its fnaf and he doesnt want it to be distorted or tainted, & even if he really really likes a game he won't do a collab if the vibes are mismatched, but he's a little more open to things like that now (but we have FNAF X DBD now! yay)

THE BOX.

- (paraphrased) His process for a lot of the lore in games is that he'll come up with half of a mystery and then come up with an answer as things progress, that he feels something is there and he makes the path for that thing to be revealed

- 'but sometimes when things progress the roads that have been put in place arent the same roads that were there before'

- he had something planned for the box. the progression of the story did not allow for the reveal of whats in the box

- he never pursued whats in the box. and he will never know whats in the box.

[mable-stitchpunk]

Hello hello!! I come back once more with offerings (fan art) because the thesis is making me want to take my eyes and wash them by hand to see if the dryness passes. ANYWAYS! We are still reading with some friends GHIAB and almost at chapter 89? I kinda got ahead (because my friend who is the one reading kinda nudged me to) and I am waiting so bad to see the other's reactions to chapters 88 and 89, I'm yet to read the last five, but that's because I know the moment I do I won't be focusing on work (which sucks.) I might eventually get to draw things from those chapters (and probably cry and shake like a leaf due to contained excitement)

Anyways-- fanart!! (some of these are scenes from the fic, some are not, some are just silly)

(Those two are actually from the references I was trying to do!)

I hope you have a nice day!

ASTYFSTYJSVS Okay, no. THIS time I'm going to be a lot more detailed with my praise, because you've outdone yourself again! You've downright SPOILED me- and at a good time too, since I need that sweet, sweet writing fuel. ^_^

First off, The Michael and Ennard comfort picture is absolutely one of my favorites. 🥺 It's hard to make something as rough as Springtrap look vulnerable, but you absolutely nailed it and it's just so sweet- I also really, REALLY love how expressive your Ennard's turn out! There's something so soft here and I think it says so much without having to explain itself about them.

I think this is one of the first, if only pieces I've seen of Moon and Gregory together and it's so perfectly sweet that it's downright mushy! 😊 In a GREAT way!

Speaking of daycare attendants GAHH I was hoping you'd adapt this scene! The Michael and Jake scene! 8D I knew it'd be a hard sell though so I didn't know if you would, BUT YOU HAVE, and it warm the cockles of my heart. ^_^ Need more of these two, I swear-

And THIS scene too! Oooh, you absolutely nailed it! I just don't even- don't even know how to express how much I love this picture. This was one of my favorite scenes to right and you 100% brought it to life 8D I love the detail on how cautious Freddy is to touch the back of his head, as though frozen in place, LOVE IT.

I also love Ennard just yoinking Scott up preparing to run way too much, it gave me the smiles, y'know those kind. XD Your Clownwell pics are always FANTASTIC! And I mean that, like, your Clownwell pieces always immediately make me regret not doing like a spinoff of them- they make me want to write them. I don't know how that works, but I just love how you set them up and draw them- the snapshot poster is absolutely BADASS. And Bonnet is precious 🥺

Also, Millie becoming partial Clownwell member confirmed XD

But speaking of precious, then come the babs- Including Jeremy! I love how soft and approachable he looks. He gives such good 'dad' vibes. ^_^ All of his little dolls look so precious, my God! And this is a small detail, but I love, LOVE Lilium's lily petal skirt! That's such a neat detail!

And then Foxy and Rose are just the cherry on top. 🥺Almost literally if we're going off color! XD You know she loves him and he loves her but he's been a playground for five hours now and he can't sleep or they WILL climb into his suit- spot on!

Mari looks absolutely brilliant! (Because I didn't want to say fantastic again) I love the design and this is an absolutely excellent reference for the coat! Also though, the little smile is so good. 😊

And last but not least, Charlie and Baby skating around together- and not flying down an escalator at rocket speeds this time! Jokes aside though, they look so good- I like how Baby looks so soft here in contrast to the poster where she looked so ominous behind her claw-you nailed the different feel of the situation dead-on! And Charlie looks so cute too, so happy! I love it, you made them look positively adorable together!

I hope this somewhat portrays how much I not only appreciate these, but ravenously ate them up and will now use them to fuel future chapters! ^_^ Whether it be five, fifteen, or one hundred more! I really, truly, absolutely am in debt to you for what you do, because what you make is just brimming GOLD! 💛

I think this picture sums it up better than words can. XD

[madychi]

OK i LOVE ur agony infected au, im curious & i got questions: -does oz ever have to cover up the bite mark with makeup? so his mom or dad doesnt worry, yknow? -does dylan end up getting a mask too? maybe reusing the freddy mask, unless that was what oz used for his, -what type of control/infection/etc is it? like is it more a corruption of oz's actions and thoughts that like, flows between stronger or lesser depending on the time or is it more like a total switch between the two where boz is basically a completely separate person? :3 -also semi-unrelated, hows jeff doin' in this au? like does this happen after the good or bad jeff ending, and if its the bad one is jeff alive and also agony infected or dead? -does oz/boz ever think or even end up going back to the ballpit in jeffs out of habit/instinct/etc? yeyeye thank uuuu!!! ramble as much as u want cuz i wanna hear about it !!!! also i think its funny ur aus like, keep ending up mitosis'ing (or i guess budding might be more accurate but still, u get what i mean :3) xD, i dunno how you keep track of em all LOL

Alright- imma try to answer these questions in order!

-Oswald doesn’t need to cover up the bite scar. His parents already know about it. The veiny black spreading isn’t visible to normal people. Just like how his mom didn’t see springtrap, his parents and most people don’t see anything aside from a scar.

-Yes he do get a mask! Or rather, he gets to make his own. Oswald used the old Bonnie head in the Mill’s trash to make his mask. And Dylan’s gotta make his a bunny mask. It’s part of the dress code lol.

-It’s like… hm how to put it- i had the original Vanessa/Vanny situation in mind for how it works. The type depicted in help wanteds Vanny mask+Glitchtrap plush convo. It’s a bit of corruption/coersion. Boz isn’t his own person or identity, more like an alter ego.

-Jeff is doing fine. This is after the two star good ending but don’t worry, Jeff is not dead. Pit trap didn’t get him. Jeff isn’t infected but he is aware of Oz/Boz. Doesn’t get paid enough to care. As long as he don’t kill him or scare away patrons he’s chill.

-Yup. He do be going to the ball pit. There’s not much to do there but it’s a good place to vibe. The animatronics aren’t on his case anymore due to his corruption. So that’s a plus.

-Bonus fact: Boz is just one of Oswald’s little nicknames. He can also be referred to as Rabbit Jr.!

Have a silly doodle!

[superstar-nan]

Execute Command

Night 3

Summary: You fix Springtrap's storage protocol.

Words: 3,968

Fun stuff: Trigger warnings for non-con behavior (nothing is sexual, but he does and thinks things that elicit that imagery), abusive relationships, obsessive behavior, trauma and psyche related dissociation, graphic descriptions of violence, choking, and more of Springtrap being an asshole.

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It was bright outside when you came down from your hiding place. Your legs kicked for purchase, but there was nothing, so you dropped in front of me, falling back on your ass. The pained groan that left your lips gave me paltry satisfaction.

Your eyes widened when you saw the scattered remains of your ladder and the damage done to your ceiling. You groaned again, though this time it sounded more like a whine.

You turned to me, "You were... upset."

You think?

"...Interesting protocol. But it does make you more life-like, I guess..." You rolled your shoulders. You must've slept on the floor. I should've been there to watch, selfish carrot. "I was able to get some research done while I was, uhm, hiding. I might be able to translate that little box of yours today."

I burned my eyes into yours.

"Meaning..." You shied away from me, "I can turn off that storage protocol by tonight. Maybe even today."

It should've been done yesterday.

Your eyes fell to my hands. You took my fingers in yours, and I closed my eyes. Feeling your warm fingers lace with mine was a touch of heaven. "...What is this?"

You were looking at the old blood staining my fingers. You were lucky it wasn't your blood. Had you not been a cheater, it would've been.

Your eyes betrayed your imagination; flitting through different possibilities. Rust, paint, tomato sauce—maybe you thought it had always been there and you just hadn't noticed it. Or, if you were clever enough, you were suspecting something was wrong with me. You were already talking to me as if I was sentient. Regardless, I enjoyed the nervous anxiety you regarded me with.

Like the perfect victim, you shook your head clear of your suspicions, and said, "We'll get it done today, Bonnie." You dropped my hand and pretended not to notice as my eyes followed your leaving figure.

You left me. You always left me, staying just out of my sight, hiding from me—refusing me. It made the rust in my veins boil and my mildewy casing itch. I hated that you refused me. Leaving me to be consumed by white noise and madness. Did you do it on purpose? Did you enjoy torturing me? You heartless prick.

I was left to listen. It’s all I could do; left to beg for scraps at your table. Movement, shuffling, doors opening and closing, things being moved around, birds outside (too loud, covering your sounds)—no dog barking. When you passed back into my vision, you had your jacket and keys.

“I’ll be back,” You said absently, fumbling through your keys.

Don’t. Don’t you dare leave me again. I’d dig my nails into your body if I could, fixing you to the wall so you couldn’t leave.

“I’m just gonna pick up a few things and-” You stuttered when you saw me, eyes wide in terror in the way I so loved. You swallowed your panic, casting your eyes to the side bashfully—no, ashamedly. You knew leaving me was wrong. Bad. Carrot.

And then you touched me. Just a gentle caress on the cheek. It didn’t make sense. You were clearly afraid and disgusted by me. That didn’t matter. I melted against your touch. It felt so good to be touched so gently. So lovingly. I needed it. I needed it. 

“I’ll be quick.”

Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. 

You let go.

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

You refused to look at me as you left. Coward.

You closed the door to my tomb in an empty SLAM.

It was getting increasingly harder to be left alone, I noticed. The serenity of your home was suffocating; the soft sunlight a searing spotlight and quiet ambience a chafing drone. Had the comfort of your presence made your absence comparatively worse? Or had my mind deteriorated more because of the sunlight and fresh air? It didn’t matter. What mattered was that you left again. And even Bonnie’s metal bones seemed to bend under the weight of your absence. 

Why did he feel so much more constricting now that we were alone? Every metal bone impaling my flesh was an unwanted grasping hand, strangling every inch of my body in a suffocating embrace. I didn’t want him to let go, I wanted to rip him from my body, shredding apart the flesh he pierced. But he wouldn’t let go. He choked me. And everytime I tried to tear his skull from mine, I felt it as my own head being ripped off.

Everything was felt twice. The pain. The decay. The rust. The madness. I should’ve burned the goddamn suit the moment I was done using it. He was my reward for my sentimentality. If he was aware of my hatred, he didn’t or couldn't react to it. It made me hate him more. 

...I couldn’t remember what it was like not feeling him. Why couldn’t I remember...?

You returned sooner than you had the days before. I assumed. Time was still difficult for me, but it was light outside when you returned so you must’ve been quicker. Probably because of your rightful guilt.

I heard you before I saw you. You were talking to someone outside your house. Your neighbor? When you returned through the door, a concerned expression crossed your face. Searching eyes looked at me in the shadows as the door closed behind you. Your eyes then fell to my bloodied hands. Your mind was putting pieces together, and I wished I could squeeze the answers out of you, just to know how close you were.

You weren’t close enough, however, because you still came to me with your tools and trinkets. You wanted to move me, puzzling out how to drag my massive frame to wherever you desired. Then something stopped you; concerned you. You put your head—no, your ear to my chest. Were you listening to my machinery, or my quiet strangled breaths? Whatever it was brought a bewildered look on your face and a shudder down your spine. 

You settled on dragging me by my waist. The pain passed in a blinding blur. It didn’t hurt as much as the first time you did it, but I was still screaming violence and death at you from within. I must’ve been acclimating to your touch. 

You sat me on your couch, panting and fatigued. You looked as if you wanted me in a different position, but didn’t have the strength to move me. It was better you didn’t. The more you dragged me around, the more I hated you. 

Then, you did something curious. You pulled out a large purple bowtie from your plastic bag. 

Your gentle hands wrapped it around my neck, the feather-light touch sending spikes of pleasure to my skull. That I did not mind feeling twice. 

You were adjusting the bowtie when your eyes met mine. You smiled, “What do you think?”

processing...

data entry complete

Data entry? What data entry?

> data entered = assigned([FAVORED_GUEST])

What? Why?

processing...

allotted time fulfillment? = YES

 We’ve only known them for three days. It should at least take ten.

processing...

[ADMIN_OVERRIDE]? = YES

I didn’t touch our directory, dumb rabbit.

processing...

...

processing...

> Data entry = delete([FAVORED_GUEST])

error

failed to delete data entry

You stupid, weak-hearted little shit-

“Whoa,” Your voice tore me away from Bonnie. “Your processors are burning up.” You held the back of your hand an inch from my cheek. You did this because you could feel the heat from there, but it just made me deliriously mad that you were so close to touching me and didn’t. “The gears in your head are so loud I can’t hear the...”

...Can’t hear what?

Your eyes fell to my chest again, like before. You didn’t finish your sentence. That drove me mad. You chewed your bottom lip. 

You slowly pressed your ear against my chest again—one hand holding my arm and the other resting on my thigh. My gears whirled. My head felt light. It was almost too much. My body felt wound up like a toy on the verge of snapping. I could smell you. You smelled like fresh soap and rust. I wanted to bite you. I wanted to have you. I wanted to take you. I wanted you. I wanted you. I wanted you.

You pulled back suddenly, your face stricken with shock. You pressed against me again, this time pressing closer. Your grip on me tightened—my arm, my thigh. My vision blurred. You held me desperately. As if you needed me. 

You needed me.

A euphoric pleasure traveled my spine. Or was it my metal base? I couldn’t tell who liked that thought, me or Bonnie. It didn’t matter. It was heavenly either way.

You pulled back again, and I hated you for it. Ice replaced where you touched, and my mind screamed for your warmth. “What the hell...” You said, horror on the tip of your tongue.

You moved quickly, inspired by something I didn’t know while I came down from my euphoric high. You grabbed the equipment you bought, opened up your thin computer, and connected your hellish wires into me. In my position, you couldn’t plug your wires in from my back like you had the night before, so you cringed as you dug into my torso. As much as I despised your burning and invasive digging, I preferred it. A small price to pay if it meant I could watch you as you worked.

Your attention was glued to whatever curiosity held you. You scanned your computer, typing and scrolling, looking back into my chest, returning to your search. As you studied your computer, you steadily became more on edge; you worried your bottom lip, you fidgeted your fingers between typing, you clenched and unclenched your jaw. 

Finally, you leaned back and rubbed your face in your hands. You exhaled and looked back at my chest, before your eyes slowly scrolled up to mine. You didn’t like what you saw in my eyes, so you quickly broke contact. “I can’t find anything in here to explain that heartbeat of yours.”

... My rotten heart could still beat?

“The only thing I can think of-” You were babbling to yourself. You were fraying. Were you in denial? It was fun to watch. “There’s gotta be some kind of internal mechanism or something; independent of your PLC. Something that... that speeds up on pressure, maybe...”

...

I didn’t want you to touch me again.

Apparently, you didn’t want to touch me either, because you shook your head free from your worries and gave me a strained smile, “Let’s just focus on that storage protocol.”

Everything was slower when I watched you work. Like the whole world quieted and there was only you, focused on your thin computer. I watched your eyes’ miniscule movements, the slow rise and fall of your chest. I wanted to hear your heartbeat. I swore I heard it the night before. I knew I could. I could hear nothing now. Its lulling rhythm entranced me. I wanted it. I would listen to it for hours. I wanted the luxury of calm.

I knew time passed when your eyes grew heavy with fatigue. You cracked and stretched your fingers more often, as if you were tired of typing. Your pauses between lines of code became more frequent. The sun was setting by the time you leaned back against the couch.

You looked at me, before casting a glance back at your thin computer. You chewed your bottom lip. You didn’t want to do it. I knew it. You had it, but you knew what it meant to free me. Some base instinct was telling you not to do it. If you were smart, you would’ve left me here, grabbed everything you could, and drove far away until you knew I couldn’t follow you.

You picked up your phone and tapped on it. Your thumb hovered over the screen, unmoving. You weren’t breathing. Then, abruptly, you turned it off and set it face down.

Seems as though you weren’t smart, carrot.

“Fuck it,” You said with an anxious sigh. “Let’s give it a try.”

One tap on your keyboard, and something clicked inside my chest. It was strangely simple, no surge of electricity or blinding pain. I expected pain. There was always pain. But no, not this time. That made me doubt it worked. My eyes flicked to the sunset.

> Execute([MOVE])

> executing command = [MOVE]

I lurched forward.

Oh, it worked.

“Well...” you exhaled in relief and... tension. You were afraid. And you were right to be. You. You did it. Brilliant and stupid. “There it is.”

You owe me, carrot.

I stood up and, as if coming to your senses, you shrank at my height and pressed your body deeper into the couch. I ripped the wires out of me. “C̶h̴e̷a̶t̸e̸r̴.̸”

You blinked, your mouth agape, before you stumbled through your words, “You’re still on that?”

My head twitched to the side. Oh, did it feel good to move whenever I pleased. To have control over my own body. Had you not been a cheater, I would’ve sang your praises, poor selfish carrot.

“Y̷o̶u̷ ̴d̵i̷d̶n̵'̵t̸,” My heavy knee dropped onto the couch, and you squeaked. I would chew you up like a toy. “A̷p̶o̵l̸o̶g̵i̵z̷e̸.̷”

“...Well, you didn’t say ‘thanks’.”

My hand shot to your throat.

Warming pleasure washed over me as you gasped, breathless and startled. My claws were large enough that your neck fit perfectly in my palm. I waited for this. I was patient for this. I needed this. I deserved this.

Though I hadn’t squeezed, your hands immediately clawed against mine. Useless and weak. I liked that. “Stop! Stop!” You tried, “I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry!” The words spilled from your mouth so quickly, I was almost disappointed I didn’t get more of a fight out of you.

I moved closer to you, pushing you down until I was on top of you. You panicked, thrashing and pushing against me. I hadn’t even squeezed enough to choke, and you were already panicking. Pathetic. “C̵o̷m̸m̸a̴n̷d̸,̷” I leaned heavily into Bonnie’s voicebox in between wheezing, strangled breaths, “n̷o̵t̶ ̸r̶e̷c̵o̷g̴n̸i̴z̶e̸d̵.̷”

“Oh, bullshit-”

> Execute([SQUEEZE])

> executing command = [SQUEEZE]

You choked beneath me. Your warm skin was so squishy beneath my iron grip, a pleasure I relished—I could feel your pulse if I positioned my thumb just right, and it was racing. Euphoria rushed over me in a wave as I drank the fear and pain in your eyes, sweeter than any drug. My fingertips were alight with ecstasy, and all I could see, hear, and breath was the command prompt squeeze.

Your breath was mine. You were mine. You suffocated against my palm—and fuck, that felt good. Two days of being abandoned by you. Refused by you. Poked and prodded at like a toy, then discarded just as quick. Did you have fun? Did you enjoy hurting me? I hope you did, carrot. It was my turn now.

Your hand frantically palmed for something next to you, but it didn’t matter. I would’ve liked to make your death last, but with that miserable look in your eyes, I’d be lucky if I made it last until midnight.

You were starting to fade. The way your body started to go limp filled me with mania. I couldn’t let you go. I couldn’t let you leave again. Not yet.

I lessened my grip and I could feel the air suck back into your lungs. Lucky bastard. It made me want to take away your breath again. To keep you on the edge between consciousness and unconsciousness until you begged me to take your breath forever. 

Not yet. There was something else I wanted first.

My voice box, shredded and raspy, crackled to life, “Y̴o̶u̷ ̵l̴o̶v̷e̵ ̶m̷e̵.̶”

Your eyes slowly widened as you came back to consciousness. I could see the gears turning in your head, your brow knotted and your fear tempered with confusion and oxygen deprivation. It was cute seeing you try to figure out what was happening. Did you still think this was coding? You had to be the biggest idiot on earth if you did.

“Y̶o̸u̸ ̴l̷o̴v̸e̴ ̵m̴e̵, ̵D̸o̸n̸'̵t̸ ̸y̸o̵u̵?̸” I said again.

“...Huh?” You sputtered, before gasping when I squeezed ever so slightly. I loved the sound of you gasping. I’d love the sound of you crying more. You nodded frantically against my grip around your neck and it almost made me laugh.

“S̴a̶y̸ ̵i̸t̸,̸” I felt crazed when your face flushed warm. Simulated breath left my mask with a high-pitched mechanical hiss. “S̶a̵y̶,̵ ̴‘̵I̷ ̷l̵o̵v̴e̶ ̶y̶o̷u̵,̵-̵ ” [> output speech(“BONNIE”)] “ -̶B̷o̷n̵n̴i̵e̷’̵.̸”

Bonnie? The hell? William! Damn it!

“I-I love you, Bonnie.”

Electricity tingled along the metal of my endoskeleton to the tips of my ears, but it wasn’t me. It was him. Or maybe it was me. Whatever. I was just pissed you were flushed over saying, I love you fucking Bonnie.

Pain jabbed into my arm. I tore from you. You stabbed me. You stabbed me with a screwdriver. I grabbed it in one quick motion and ripped it out of my arm. You would regret that. You were scrambling away from me on the couch, but you couldn’t run from me. I would bury it into your heart.

But you didn’t run. You grabbed your TV remote and turned it on. 

Colorful and bright noises danced across the screen, children screamed with delight, and furious dread pitted in my stomach. 

> executing command = [FOLLOW_THE_CHILDREN]

> Override command = [FOLLOW_THE_CHILDREN]

error

failed to execute override

> Override command = [FOLLOW_THE_CHILDREN]

error

failed to execute override

> OVERRIDE COMMAND = [FOLLOW_THE_CHILDREN]

error

failed to execute override

Damn you. Damn you! Did you think you could control me?! Make me go where you wished?! Do as you say?! You are mine! YOU ARE MINE! I’d kill you, and when I was done I’d bring your head to your coward of a friend.

You ran when I started to trudge toward the TV. There was nowhere you could go that I couldn’t find you. I’ve already ruined your cheating hiding place. I smashed your TV to pieces the moment I reached it, and you locked the door to your room.

I twitched as I reached your door. I could break it down in three strikes.

SLAM.

SLAM.

“Wait!”

I stopped.

“I can take away the sound protocol!” Your voice cracked in a desperate plea, “The-the protocol that makes you go toward sounds! I can take that away!”

My head and fingertips twitched and twinged. You held your breath from beyond the door. My eyes scanned the door robotically. 

I wasn’t sure which I wanted more: to kill you, or to be rid of every last bit of Bonnie that controlled me. I could manage the sound protocol... It wasn’t often that it could be used against me. I might even be able to get rid of it myself with the right equipment. 

But... I did hate that it was a tool to keep me away from the security guard. Not that they were good at using it.

Still undecided, I said, “O̴p̶e̶n̷ ̴t̶h̶e̸ ̸d̸o̵o̷r̵.̵”

I heard your shaking breath. The lock on the door clicked. You opened it slowly.

In one moment, you were everything I wanted. Your eyes bore into me with a steeled gaze, but I saw right past it. You were terrified. Your body was shaking. Your hands were in fists tight enough to pale. Your cheeks were marked with hastily swiped tears. You were forcing your breath to be even. 

You were putting on a brave face. How sweet. I would break it.

“G̷o̶o̷d̶ ̶c̷a̸r̷r̷o̴t̶.̷” My voicebox reverberated in wheezing delight. I took one heavy step past the door, and sublime cracks in your bravery spread across your face.

Then, you steeled yourself again. You grabbed my arm. Like a reflex, my eyes shot to it. Gentle fingers softly holding me... it was a dessert too sweet. “I can be useful,” you said with your shaking breath. 

Oh. Oh. 

So that’s why you had been so... generous with your touches. You knew I liked it. You knew it calmed me. You were using it to tame me. Did you wish to tame me, carrot?

...

I should’ve been angered by that. I wasn’t.

“T̴h̶e̴n̶,̴ ̴I̶ ̸w̴i̵l̷l̵ ̷m̶a̴k̴e̴ ̶u̷s̵e̴ ̴o̷f̵ ̵y̵o̷u̷.̶” I suddenly grasped your hand in mind, interlocking our fingers in a tight grip. By instinct, you tried to pull away, but you couldn’t. I grabbed your other hand too, and then walked you back until you hit the bed. You fell back on it in a gasp. I crushed your hands with my weight as I got on top of you, and you winced at the pressure.

I needed to feel. To smell. To taste. I needed all of it. My body pressed against yours and your breath left you under the weight of it. I held one of your hands—I needed to hold it, to possess your heart—while the other came beneath your shirt at your waist. The soft pliable flesh of your waist was heavenly, and I groaned under the pleasure of contact. I breathed, rasping and choked, into the flesh of your neck, the fresh bruise marking you as mine. As mine. As mine. I longed for the functioning parts to take you in this broken body. I separated my jaw in a sickening squelch. This would have to do.

Just as I was about to sink my teeth—both teeth—into the soft flesh of your neck, you stopped me. Tender fingertips from the hand I wasn’t holding caressed the side of my head. With the ringing touch echoing in my head, I could not move. 

You sweet seducer. You lovely, tempting treat. It wasn’t possible for me to resist. How could I, when you caressed me as if you loved me... and shook under me as if you loathed me. Your captivating touch, your repetitive movement, your uneven breaths made my mind numb. I couldn’t think. I could only feel. I closed my mouth on nothing with a snap, and my head buried into your neck. You drew loving circles into the back of my skull and I hummed, strangled breath still leaking from my voicebox. 

I couldn’t sleep. I hadn’t since death. But the lulling trance you put me under was the closest thing to sleep I’d felt since life. My mind was blank, like a dreamless night. My eyes were opened, but I didn’t see anything. Though your breath was shaking, I couldn’t hear anything. I could only feel. I pressed my tattered maw against your jugular, and I felt your pulse. It was erratic at first, but it slowed with time. My strangled breaths were quieted to a low strain. 

When your fingertips slowed, I crushed your hand in my grip and you picked up speed right away, your heartbeat matching in turn. 

If I couldn’t sleep, neither would you. 

[skeletoninthemelonland]

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I have been LONGING for a scenario, and I really wanna know ur thoughts on it

Springtrap x Reader where Springtrap is head over heels for Reader but they’re a bit wary, and they suddenly shrink to 3 inches at the attraction. Now Reader has to hide from a worried giant bunny.

🐰|He follows you around like you’re something that’s keeping him in all of the light, and not being pulled into the dark.|🔥

🐰|The moment he met you, the way he felt for you was already rather clear—even if you weren’t quite sure what to think.|🔥

🐰|The nicknames, gestures of affection, etc—only further proved how much he was fond of you.|🔥

🐰|But, one day, you shrink out of the blue—Springtrap sees the weird occurrence, however...|🔥

🐰|He can’t see you any longer—you’re incredibly small. Additionally, his vision is bad—so hiding is rather easy.|🔥

🐰|Springtrap searches non-stop, but he just can’t locate you—and you don’t plan on revealing yourself.|🔥

🐰|He’s aggressive with literally everyone else in the attraction—so, so very scared that one of them might step on you.|🔥

🐰|If Springtrap were to find you, then he’d just hold you close to him, trying to be careful—while waiting for you to return to normal.|🔥

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

Hi, do you still write fnaf vore? If so, can I have some same size female night guard x springtrap vore? She doesn’t feel safe working at fazbear’s fright and when springtrap finally catches her he offers her a nice warm place to stay.

Thanks and no pressure and if you don’t feel like writing this!

(Don’t worry, sweetheart. I actually did like writing this! Plus it gave me an excuse to make a FNAF AU. I call it, the Biomechanics AU! It’s basically where the animatronics are half organic and half machine. This is so I can do fic requests for FNAF characters that aren’t from Security Breech. I can explain more about the AU in asks or in other posts!)

Not So Frightening Bunny

(A FNAF Springtrap Fanfic)

Warnings: Soft vore and some fear play

Word Count: 1855

Another day, another nightmare. Y/N hated every night she had to spend at that hell hole. Green lighting made the haunted attraction feel grimy and filthy. The corpse of animatronic animals made her feel incredibly uneasy. Y/N knew that Fazbear Frights was supposed to be creepy, but she never was a horror fan to begin with.

Rumors of the place certainly didn’t help either. She once heard that the place is watched by a possessed rabbit animatronic who once killed a plethora of children in the 80’s. Y/N tried looking into these rumors on the internet and nothing came up. Still, they made her stomach grow heavy whenever she entered the building.

“It’s just until six.” Y/N whispered to herself, a futile attempt to comfort herself as she unlocked the door and walked inside. Footsteps rang through the empty building as she slowly headed to her office. All she had to do was make sure that no intruders would get into the building and steal private property. Easy enough, right?

Y/N practically plopped into the office chair, tilting her head back to sigh in relief. She then swirled around in the chair to look at the cameras. “They really need to improve the lighting.” Y/N growled as she clicked through the cameras, barely able to see anything.

On the other side of the haunted attraction, a green, humanoid rabbit was snoring away. Springtrap was the guardian of this place and he normally was rather alert during the night. He was the one responsible for scaring the customers when Fazbear Frights was open. When it was closed, he was a gentle old man.

Golden Freddy, one of the younger biomechanical animatronics, peaked his head around the corner. “Dad?” The yellow bear timidly stepped closer to the sleeping rabbit. “Dad. The night guard’s here.” Springtrap’s snoring hitched as his eyes slowly batted open. “Huh? Wha-?” He sat up, rubbing his yellow eyes. “She’s here?”

Golden Freddy nodded, fiddling with his fingers. “Yeah. Just walked into her office.” Springtrap stood up and stretched, yawning as he did so. “Is she still nervous?” The yellow bear nodded his head rather quickly, looking rather solemn. “Oh yeah. Her hands were shakin’ pretty bad.” The yellow bear sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Them rumors really ain’t doin’ us any good.”

Springtrap grumbled softly, rubbing his forehead in annoyance. “They really aren’t, Goldie. They just make people think we’re some psychotic animals.” The rabbit scratched his chin for a second. “Maybe I could try introducing myself to her…If I do that, maybe she’ll feel more comfortable coming here.”

Golden Freddy nodded, raising his eyebrows in thought. “That might actually work.” Springtrap grinned, glad to see that the bear agreed. “Wanna come with me?” The golden bear shook his head in a sad manner. “Sorry, Dad. I gotta head back to the pizzeria. Bonnie said he needed some help repairing the kitchen camera.”

Springtrap nodded in an understanding way. “That thing’s been busted for a while. Good thing you two are finally taking care of it. Good luck, Goldie.” Golden Freddy gave his father figure a thumbs up before walking off, heading to the pizzeria.

The yellow rabbit sighed to himself as he stared down the empty hallway, feeling a sense of nervous anticipation rising in him. He shook his head to get himself ready. “Whelp. Better now than never!” With a warm smile, Springtrap hummed as he headed down the hallway.

Y/N was close to dozing off, feeling her eyelids growing heavy with sleep deprivation. Then, a chill went up her spine, jolting her awake. She quickly clicked through the cameras to see if anything was there. Dim lighting made it difficult to see anything, which only made her anxiety worse. “Come on! Work!” Y/N growled as she aggressively clicked through the cameras.

It was then that she saw the faint shadow of something moving past the entrance of a hallway. Y/N’s heart quickened as she clicked the next camera over. She could faintly see someone moving through the hallway. “Shit!” Y/N scrambled out of the chair and slid to the desk. She quickly began to shuffle through the drawers in a hurried fashion.

“Where the fuck is the knife?! Where’s the pepper spray?!” Y/N continued to shuffle through the drawers in hopes of finding a weapon. Unfortunately for her, the elusive being had already made it to the entrance of the office.

“Hello there.” Springtrap said in his usual warm voice. Jolting back, Y/N immediately shrieked when she saw him. The rabbit covered his ears, groaning in annoyance. “Jeez, think you could get any higher?” Y/N scooted backwards, feeling trapped by the rabbit. Her terrified eyes locked with his. Feeling her heart pounding, Y/N shook like a scared puppy.

“S-so…the ru-rumors are tra-true!” She gasped for air, feeling her back press against the wall. Springtrap looked at the woman with a guilty look. He didn’t think he would scare her THIS much. “No, hun. They are not true.” The rabbit shook his head as he crouched down, which only made Y/N press against the wall more.

“What do you mean?! Aren’t you the possessed bunny?!” Springtrap nearly laughed at Y/N’s question. “Possessed? No, hun. I ain’t possessed.” Y/N raised her eyebrow, feeling incredibly confused. “Then…what are you?” Springtrap folded his arms over his chest. “I am a biomechanical rabbit. Half organic, half machine. I was actually born in a lab, along with every attraction created by the Fazbear company!”

Y/N tilted her head. She had heard of this new type of engineering since it had stirred up some controversy. Yet, she was skeptical that this was the result of said engineering. “Don’t believe me?” Springtrap chuckled, seeing the skepticism on her face. He then outstretched his arm, which made Y/N jump a bit. “Here, check for my pulse. A possessed robot cannot have a pulse.

Y/N timidly placed her hand on Springtrap’s wrist. Placing her thumb where his veins would be, she actually felt a pulse. It was faint, but it was there. “Woah…” Y/N whispered in an astonished voice. Springtrap chuckled softly at the woman’s wonder. “Cool, huh?” Y/N nodded shyly. “Yeah. It kinda is.” She then looked up at the large rabbit, feeling a small sense of guilt. “Sorry….”

Springtrap chuckled slightly and scratched the back of his neck. “No worries, hun. Frankly, you had every right to be scared.” The large rabbit sighed. “I can only imagine what it must’ve been like to work here.” Y/N sighed as well, feeling a bit more relaxed. “I’m just an anxious person, really. Doesn’t help that I don’t get much sleep.”

The large rabbit raised a worried eyebrow. “You haven’t? Why not?” Y/N shrugged as she brought her knees to her chest. “I usually have a hard time falling asleep. Not to mention that I work night shifts.” Springtrap nodded, growling in annoyance. “I keep telling the managers that we don’t need to burden humans by making them night guards. The other animatronics and I can defend our establishments easily.”

Y/N nodded in agreement. Judging by the size of the rabbit, he could probably protect this place from intruders easily. She could feel her eyelids grow heavy again and rubbed her eyes. “Crap…” Y/N spoke in a soft, slow voice. Springtrap knew that the poor woman needed some sleep, so he knew of a way to help her.

“Here. I can help ya sleep.” Springtrap spoke in a soft voice as he got closer to her. Y/N shook her head as she yawned. “No. I can’t sleep on the job.” The rabbit chuckled as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Hun, all the managers care about is that nothing gets stolen. I can prevent that. You just need to sleep.”

Y/N thought about it for a moment before signing. “Sure…What are you going to do?” Springtrap now had both of his hands on both of her shoulders. “I’ll take you to a warm place. Just try not to move, okay?” Before Y/N could object, Springtrap’s maw lowered over her head, covering her in sweet-smelling saliva.

“Wait! S-Stop!” Fear filled her heart once more as she struggled against the soft, yet tight muscles. The rabbit continued to gently push her body into his gullet. He was gentle with her as he swallowed her down. Despite this, Y/N struggled against him, failing miserably to get out of this situation.

Springtrap felt guilt creep up on him, knowing that the scared woman was actually safe. He heard her muffled yelps through the soft flesh. With one last gulp, Springtrap sent the woman into his stomach.

Y/N looked around the dark, warm space she found herself in. It was slightly tight in there. Not too much of course, but enough to spike her anxiety. She banged against the soft, slippery walls. “Let me out! Please!” Y/N cried out, her voice sounding muffled to the rabbit.

Springtrap’s ears slicked back as he watched his stomach jostle about. Understanding why she was scared, Springtrap sat in the office chair and rubbed his enlarged belly. “Shh, it’s alright, hun. You’re safe.” Y/N heard the rabbit’s muffled voice from the inside, shaking her head in disbelief. “Safe?! How am I safe?! You ate me!” Tears streamed down her face as she curled up in the organ. “I don’t wanna be digested.”

The rabbit felt his heart break as he heard the woman’s words. He gently rubbed his belly with a gentle tenderness. “You’re not going to be digested.” He heard the woman whimper softly. “You’re…not?” Y/N spoke softly, shivering in fear. “Oh god no.” Springtrap shook his head. He couldn’t fathom the idea of digesting someone. “No. You’re safe in there, hun. Trust me.”

Y/N let herself calm down enough to truly take in her surroundings. Warmth radiated from the organ as it moved up and down, syncing with Springtrap’s breathing. It gurgled and groaned ever so softly and the sound of Springtrap’s pulse was much more pronounced in here. She could feel the rabbit rubbing his belly, which oddly brought a sense of comfort to her. Y/N sighed as she snuggled up against the walls of the organ. “It’s warm in here….”

“It is, isn’t it?” Springtrap chuckled as he patted his tummy. “Are you comfy in there?” Y/N nodded as she felt her eyelids grow heavy again. “Yeah…I am…” Her breathing slowed as she felt sleep creep up on her. The rabbit could tell that the woman in his belly was falling asleep.

“Rest now, hun. I’ll take it from here.” He said to encourage her. This worked as only a few seconds later, he heard soft snoring coming from his tummy. Springtrap sighed and rubbed his belly as he rolled the chair over to the cameras, keeping his promise. “Jeez…” He chuckled lightly. “Does she know she can turn the brightness up on these?”

Hope ya enjoyed it! I want to make a proper apology to everyone who has requested a fanfic. I’ve been really busy and struggling with home issues and depression. I’m going to try to clear my inbox the best I can. Hopefully, I haven’t gotten rusty!

[aviaryartist1800]

So i remember watching this video:

And yikes...

(nobody deserves harassment btw, just saying this just in case)

The comic has a lot of problematic stuff and Springtrap is sorta woobified here..

So, i was planning to rewrite some stuff, like i am going to make it clear that Springtrap is clearly evil and what he is doing is portrayed as bad as he is planning to isolate Deliah so that he is able to kill her without anyone noticing(thoughts on this?)

Also i might rewrite the backstory stuff(in regards to Springtrap's motives)

I am not sure if this is a vent comic or not, lemme know if it is, idk if its like Muffins or not

So yeah, i got some help from my brother(who is a bit of a fnaf expert) with the rewrites

So yeah, i just remembered this video and i might treat it like the Muffins saga(in terms of redesigns and rewrites)

[ask-fazbearnfriends]

SPRINGTRAP how are you fumbling this bad LMAOOO its okay...why don't you give Mangle some nail polish as a gift instead? Idk if she paints her nails but it might be fun for her to try to experiment with her style

Springtrap: ..........U-um, do you know what color Mangle would like? Toy Chica: What?! You're getting them for her!? Springtrap: ......Yes? Toy Chica: hmph! *takes case and leaves* Springtrap: .... I'm not sure if gift giving is my strong suit....

[mechanicalinfection]

Hi hi hi hello hi

Please

Please talk about your new au

It looks so cool I need to know what it's about

(insert puppy eyes here)

YOU GOT FLOODED DOWN THE INBOX I DIDN'T SEE YOU IM SO SORRY ALSO ALSO THANKYOUUDHXBMM AUGHHSHH anyways ehrm

The things you need to know about is that this au has to do with reality and said reality falling apart, and Springtrap's universe is heavily effected by this reality "glitch", and he's one of the few that has survived this whole mess. This springtrap has gained what he wanted, gained immortality and trying to live in peace but over time he does start to notice how... Fucked up everything is getting.

It was subtle at first, just a few things he started to noticed in tbe corner of his eye that you could mistake and excuse for having very bad eyesight, however... He does start to get extremely paranoid overtime with how he feels as if there's a bunch of eyes watching him, watching everuthing he does, where he goes, what he says. Everything.

This has led to him just dismissing this as very bad paranoia, not until he starts to finally see how fucked up everything has gotten, how everything is seemingly just falling apart right before his eyes, floors begun to disappear and being replaced with something else entirely different by this glitch. One of the main factors in this is that he's able to maneuver through broken and warped realities to another, because of having survived the whole reality glitch that caused him to try and run for his life, only to be met by accidentally falling down to a pit, seemingly an endless void. And no matter how long it had been, he keeps on falling. And falling.

Forever trapped.

But at some point, the falling does stop. And he's met laying down the floor.

Everything in this room and state is pure white, seemingly also an endless void, but something you can explore at least. And there are times where things happen, things appearing on this broken and forgotten reality that he had found himself in. At some point there will be an overflow of papers suddenly appearing, falling out of... Nowhere. Text is written down but he can't quite understand what it is, due to it being a new language entirely. Or maybe it's just scribbles...... And now let's talk about the creature in the au!

Something.

This was supposed to be someone, a child that was murdered by the hands of William, but after so long of being lost, confused, and forgotten, pure rage and vengeance has consumed them, turning them into this monster. No longer a scared, confused child, but something... Dangerous. Wicked. And all it's purpose is to make Afton suffer for what he has done to their friends, and to them. Stripping them away of the childhood they were supposed to have.

You can guess who this might be at this point. :].

This... Something, tears apart reality itself, bends it and is purely just the embodiment of destruction. This is what caused Afton's reality to disappear, and be forgotten. As it was trying to get to him, trying to make him go through Hell and back. And they no longer have any humanity left in them, so that's all they think about, revenge and the obliteration of Afton and so he can finally pay for his sins.

That's all I have for today though! If you have any questions about ANY of my aus, PLEASE do ask me so I LOVE INFODUMPING TO YOU GUYS ABOUT MY AUS !!!

[sleepytoycollection]

Funko FNAF 13.5in Freddy Figure Review

Saw this bad boy at target's and made an impulse decision. 😎 The retail price is $32.99, but thanks to a target circle coupon I got him for $25, which ain't half bad.

So for the hell of it, here's my review of the 13.5in Freddy Fazbear doll.

Currently there are only two characters available, Freddy and Bonnie. I hope they make make a Chica and Foxy in this size as well, as it'd be cool to have the main four as a set.

Box art is pretty simple, and kinda bland, mostly recycling game images.

The inside box art is just the office from Fnaf 2, which is not the game this version of Freddy appears in. The Freddy on the front of the box is the wrong version too; I'm not sure why Funko always wants to use Fnaf 2 images on the merch. This isn't the only time they've done this.

Here's the big guy out of the box. He's pretty solid, and has a good weight to him.

His mike is his only accessory, and the hat isn't removable. It had a tough time getting him to hold the mike, as he doesn't have enough space in his paw for it. The mike itself is hollow, and I had to squish it in. You can tell it's squished too, and it bothers me.

He's technically got 14 pts of articulation, a ball joint at his neck, joints at shoulders, elbows, wrists, hips, knees, ankles, and even his jaw moves! But good luck getting him posed because those joints were SUPER stiff. It felt like, well, wrestling a bear heh.

I wasn't sure they were supposed to move at first, but I looked at another review and yes, they are.

Also, many of them don't go super far anyway. I don't mind too much as I don't expect an anamatronic to have a full range of movements, and it's enough to give him some personality when taking photos.

But they are wayyyyy too stiff. If they were a struggle for me, I imagine a kid would really be having a hard time getting him to move.

Here's a Midge for scale.

Freddy's the perfect size to fit in with the dollies, which is the main reason I wanted him. It's just so fun to combine my interests.

Speaking of combinations, here's big Fred with lil' Fred.

As you can see, it's pretty much the same sculpt, just enlarged. Looking at them together, I wish they had altered the fur texture a little for big Fred. It looks kinda off at this scale, like he has the texture of an orange instead of fleece.

Also, little Freddy has much more accurate coloring and better detailed paint. Might give big Fred a good black wash and dry brushing to match.

...But at least big Fred doesn't fall apart.

My lil' Fred is from the first wave of figures, and he is constantly falling to pieces whenever I handle him. I don't know if Funko ever fixed this issue with later figures, but I don't often handle them because of this.

So what's the verdict?

I like him a lot actually. There are a few annoyances, but this is exactly the kind of figure I really wanted at the height of my 2015-17 Fnaf phase. Plus he's super sturdy, mostly game accurate, and I bet a lot of kids will want him and Bonnie for Christmas.

Hopefully we'll get Chica and Foxy in this size too, maybe even Springtrap.

[f0rtuned]

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Anon list + how to become an anon + whitelist and blacklist + about the blog owner under the cut

Anon list

🐊 Anon, 🛡️ Anon, 🧺🎞️ Anon, essay anon, 🌈🎀 anon, 🐀🕸️ Anon, 🦝🎸/🍥🦴 Anon, Infected Anon, Spook anon, Chat/Vex anon, Mx. Nibbly anon

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How to become an anon

all you have to do is use your signoff or ask me! the signoff can be letters, words, or emojis! as long as it isnt either taken by someone already or offensive/problematic, you can use it!

Whitelist (note: you can request other fandoms! these are just fandoms i know well / or arent commonly accepted on these types of blogs!)

(note no.2: I DO NOT WANT DISCOURSE HERE. the reason i allow problematic sources is to provide a safe space for everyone and accommodate for as many people as im comfortable with. If you try to start any discourse with me, you will be blocked.)

❤️ = favorites to do, 🩷 = ones we like to do, 🧡 = neutral, 🖤= fandoms we arent in/dont know anything about but still accept

Fandoms commonly accepted

Fnaf 🩷

Your turn to die 🩷

Oddities Roleplay / Minecraft Fnaf Roleplay ❤️

Welcome Home 🧡

The amazing digital circus 🧡

Danganronpa (games) 🧡

Danganronpa (anime) 🖤

Sonic 🧡

Springtrap and Mangle / S.A.M (Au by Quiettomato) ❤️

Slice of life (Fnaf au) 🧡

Regretevator ❤️

DDLC 🖤

Cookie run kingdom 🖤

Invader zim🖤

And some others I might have forgotten! (more on the carrd)

Fandoms commonly not accepted (please note that i do not support most of these!)

Boyfriend to Death 🩷 8:11 ❤️

Nekopara (NOTE: im only willing to do the characters who look like adults, the ones that look like kids give me the ick, sorry) 🖤

Dream smp / any smp in general 🖤

Most games with ns/fw (as long as the request is sfw)

The coffin of Andy and Leyley 🖤

Super Sonico 🧡

You and me and her 🧡

Blacklist

Alfreds Playhouse

Monster high (personal reasons)

Fandoms that entirely revolve around something super bad (not sure what counts? just ask me!)

About the blog owner

Our fictkins: The Mangle, Amy Rose, Streber (Spooky month), Pest (Regretevator), Beetle (8:11)

Our irls: Ryker Dublin, Sara Chidouin, Funtime Foxy (tor)

Kinsidering: Empty!

Our traumakin: Shin Tsukimki

Our regression kin: Ruby gloom

Our pronouns: bug/she/it/him/they/xe/exe/nyan

Our sexuality: Gay, multispec (quoigender), Polyam, demisexual