#and later roxy is like 'why did he do that'

[that-fic-girl]

I'VE GOT A SCENARIO, ok so I saw the Monty doing Roxanne with reader being jealous and got a thought. Reader is dating Monty but cheats on reader with Roxanne. They cry to Bonnie for comfort cuz he's sweet bunny but little does the reader know his idea so comfort is something else 👀. Monty catches them and is fumming cuz he knows Bonnie's been pinning for reader the whole time. Bunny boi looking at Monty while pounding reader like whatcha done do? 👀🐇👀

your prayers have been answered my sweet in this, reader calls bonnie thumper as a nickname. I will STAND WITH THAT HEAD CANON UNTIL I DIE.

GLAMROCK BONNIE x READER

tw: NSFW THEMES, cheating, mentions of panties for the feminine ppl, not read over it just finished it off this morning, mentions of vaginal parts

every day was getting more and more exhausting for you. Your pay check is slipping, your sink was leaking and your relationship was fading.

you would find yourself getting upset and just breaking down, the first person at your side would always be bonnie.

he would always hear to what you had to say, he gave great advice and if you need to cry in his embrace, hes happy to be there for you.

"its gonna be okay superstar, I promise" he held you and stroked your hair as you quietly sobbed into his bowling shirt.

"I-its not... hes going to leave me.. I-.. I just don't know what to do"

you knew deep down it was for the better. all monty ever did was insult you and ignore you. NOTHING about him screamed "caring" in any way.

"but... it'll be for the best." you stuttered, wiping your tears from your face.

you patted Bonnies leg and gave him a little smile, indicating it was time for you to finish on your check-ups with the other glamrocks. god how he loves that smile.

before you pulled the door he grabbed your waist from behind and hugged you.

"just one more before you leave, im gonna miss ya'" he said whilst resting his head into the dip of your neck.

"Awww, thumper. c'mere"

the large thump of the elevator hitting the floor woke you up from your thoughts. remembering you have to finish off the last of the glamrock checkups and then your free to roam around for a bit until opening.

your first stop was freddy;

freddy noticed your tear stained face and questioned you about it but after you said it was nothing, he didn't want to push you into telling him. so he stayed quiet until you finished.

"alright! all done. you seem to be operating fine."

you gave the brown bear a smile, closing his stomach hatch.

"I best be on my way now".

and with that, you made your way to Roxy's greenroom but to your surprise, she wasn't there.

"that's strange... maybe she's in her raceway. ill check it later"

you grabbed your tools and headed to your gators greenroom.

you where absolutely terrified, why wouldn't you be? he has a short temper and isn't really fond of you DESPITE you being his significant other.

as you where about to place your fist onto his door, you heard something.

"fuckkk..roxyy"

you heard grunts and several slurs mumbling all coming from monty's room.

you felt dread bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

without hesitation, you slammed the door open to reveal a heartbreaking scene.

"what. the. fuck" you dropped your bags to the floor and stood in shock.

"ah- shit babe! its not what it looks like!"

monty tried to cover Roxy whilst trying to put his pants back on, knocking over a few objects thrown across his room.

"oh so you weren't just balls fucking deep in Roxy then huh?! do you think im a fucking idiot?!" you frantically waved your arms around, your head raging at the thought of your best friend FUCKING your boyfriend.

"no I-"

"so this is why you where so distant from me. you where screwing around with her!" you cut him off.

monty was silent. he knew you where right and you could see it on his face

Roxanne stood up and moved towards you

"im sorry y/n-"

"I don't want to hear anything from you."

and with that you slammed the door shut, walking back to the elevator you came from. you where too distracted to go check on Chica or the others. you had one destination you where gonna go to and that was it.

you felt your anger slowly melt into sadness and the aching in your chest started to become more apparent. tears started to run down your face.

"shit.."

bonnie was sat on foxy's stage, head in his hands and dying of boredom.

"why didn't I just tell her, kiss her.. or DO ANYTHING! god she's gonna get played by that dick-"

"b-bonnie.."

his head instantly turned.

"o-oh my sweet thing, what happened?"

he quickly ran to your side, putting your head in his hands.

"monty he...he.. I think he grew fonder to Roxanne.."

bonnie gave you a sad look, cupping your cheek in his hand.

"aw darlin'... im sorry you had to see that"

his hands ran down to your waist, pulling you into his chest.

"its going to be alright, love"

you wiped you tears and sat down, putting you head into your hands. Bonnie lifted your face up to meet him, giving you a soft smirk.

"I can treat you better than he ever could, y'know?"

your eyes never left his, getting lost in the sight that was in front of you. you felt your insides bubbling in excitement.

you knew there was always something there between you two but you always thought it was a misunderstanding. but now you realise that hes always been the one there for you, always been the one to keep you company on lonely night shifts, always been the one to understand and listen to you, hes always been the one.

"do you want me to treat you better?" his hands slowly slid up your thighs, rubbing the inside of your legs.

"y-yes..please" you stuttered, you heart was beating so fast. you couldn't actually believe this was happening.

"atta' girl" he said with a soft melodic tone.

NSFW UNDER THE LINEEE

bonnie's hands started to wonder all over you whilst he kissed your neck, touching all of your sensitive parts.

he was a bit hesitant a first but the noises you made encouraged him to feel more.

His hands tugged at the waist line of your pants, eagerly wanting to see the beauty between your legs.

"you sure you want this sweetheart?" he gave you a look of concern, making sure that this was the right moment for you.

"I am positive my little thumper, you're too sweet"

his foot pounded lightly in the floor from the little nickname you gave him. he felt as if he was under your spell, no matter what, all he could think about was you.

he pulled your pants off, revealing the laced panties you wore.

his hand glided over the heat between your legs, feeling your wetness and admiring the state that you where in. the state he caused you to be in.

"my, my baby. you look so adorable" he purred, his head going closer to your lower regions

"and you're all mine"

he pulled you panties off, staring down your dripping mess between your legs. his hands caressed your inner thighs, making your heat throb in anticipation.

even in such a desperate situation, he still made you feel special. it still made your stomach bubble butterflies.

"please just fuck me bon... I need you"

That lit something in him. Within seconds he’s picking you up and placing you on top of his lap, kissing your shoulders whilst his hands roamed the bottom half of your body.

You’re body was warm, soft, his hands gave you such a euphoric feeling. You knew in that moment that he’s what you want, your face grew redder and your heart beat increased.

You felt him slowly lift up your body as you felt something poking at your puffy core. A few whimpers left your mouth as you felt him enter inside of you.

“Fuckk, hon…”

His voice sounded so melodic, filling your stomach with butterflies, making you feel as if you’re a teenager again with a high school crush.

Your head naturally fell onto Bonnies shoulder as he started to bounce you up and down on his cock. He was slow and passionate. Not rough or mean like Monty was.

Your hands wrapped around him as your mouth opened, letting out the sweetest of noises, sending him over the edge, he was loving every second of it and you could tell.

“..’feels so good Bon..”

He smiled, he loved hearing you, especially like this.

“I know sweets, let Bonnie take care of ya’”

And with that, you’re riding up and down on him, filling your senses with a euphoric pleasure as he fucked you right to the edge.

By this point your legs had started to shake, you was clearly close and he wanted to get you to finish, all he wanted was for you to feel good.

His hands move as he moves one of them to your lower back and the other one straight to your puffy clit. As soon as his fingers made contact, your head flung back as the overwhelming feeling whipped straight to your core.

“O-oh my goddd… Bon..’mgonna cum..”

You mumbled as your body grew limp.

“That’s it clover, feel good on me, please”

And with that, you both felt your gummy walls tighten around him. Your body heaved as your clenched your fists and screamed for him, gifting him a small smirk on his face.

He pulled you off of him, not caring that he hadn’t finished, more of that he needed to take care of you. Pulling you into his chest, he moved a strand of hair from your face. You smiled at him. God. He loved that smile.

“God.. be mine hon, please”.

Sorry for the fact that it was rushed, its 3:56 and I’m tryna get all my drafts finished and I know y’all are back on the FNAF band waggon again so why not throw a few out there for you guys, love ya <3

Also please give me more requests, I’ve got no inspiration 😭

[ladykailitha]

Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 1

I fully intended to put out the next part of Well Met, but I got a really bad cold and didn't get far enough into the next chapter to post it, so I'm putting out this one. It's based on this idea here. It is spoilery, so if you don't want to be spoiled, you can read it after the story is done.

I've tagged my regulars as well as those that expressed interest in the original post. If you don't want to be tagged in future parts, just DM me and I'll remove you.

Eddie IS in this just not for awhile. And Steve does have sex with other OCs, the only sex shown will be between Eddie and Steve.

Summary: Steve is an escort with Starcourt Services, who provides omegas to alphas with the money for all sorts of accommodations: arm candy at social events, rut servicing, multiples (including orgies), and sometimes, just sex. Steve is highly sought after, but after a run in with Corroded Coffin frontman Eddie Munson at a fundraiser for a US senator, his world is turned upside down.

No monsters/omegaverse AU. Rockstar Eddie/Sex Worker Steve. Mature (especially in later chapters).

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When Steve presented as an omega at the age of sixteen his parents were thrilled. They were going to throw lavish parties of all the best alphas in the state. Well, the appropriate ones, anyway. The good ones from conservative families of wealth and breeding.

Steve wasn’t looking forward to any of it. Which is why he breathed a sigh of relief when the doctors tested his fertility they told him he was infertile.

There was a couple other tests they could have preformed but his parents weren’t having it. How dare he be infertile! How were they going to recoup the cost of having an omega for a son, if he couldn’t have been an alpha?

The doctors informed them they had three choices. To the Church where he would be celibate and never seen or heard from again. This is what his mother wanted, but the Church wouldn’t give the money they so desperately wanted.

The second option was as a nursemaid for wealthy omegas who didn’t want to breastfeed their own pups. It had no real financial security because it was dependent on the elite needing a nursemaid in the first place. As callous as the Harringtons were, they didn’t want him to starve.

The final option was Starcourt Services. An elite escort service that would buy infertile omegas to pimp out to single alphas. They had a whole range of services. Rut servicing, gang bang and multiples (including orgies), and cherry popping.

The last one was how the Harringtons would get their money. Whatever the bid price was for an alpha deflowering Steve would be how much they would get for him. Then Steve would work for Starcourt until it was paid off. Then it would be up to Steve to decide what he wanted to do after that.

Most omegas would then go into nurturing fields, like teachers, nurses, and counseling. Not all of them did though, there were some really famous omega escorts in their fifties and sixties. Not even the best paid actors and musicians got paid as much as these escorts. They were lavished with everything they could ever want. Clothes, jewelry, trips to anywhere in the world. You name it, they got it. And they were paid handsomely by Starcourt on top of all that.

There was this really famous male omega simply called Roxie that Steve had on a poster on his wall. His contract had been offered to be bought out a record number of twenty-seven times during his career. People like politicians and diplomats, rockstars and A-listers, the elite and the powerful. Rumor had that one of the princes of Saudi Arabia had offered three times, but Roxie turned them all down.

Steve wanted to be just like him. But he knew that if he voiced that he would be whisked away to the monastery before he could even blink. So threw his lot with wet nurse lot. Saying that it wouldn’t be that bad, he could still save money to go to school and become a teacher.

It was the teacher part that really got Clint Harrington. No Harrington omega had ever been a teacher in their great history and he was going to let his son become the first.

So Starcourt it was.

When he turned eighteen he would be sold off to the highest bidder to take his virginity.

When the time came, Steve was one of the highest cherries ever sold by Starcourt to the tune of one million dollars. His parents went away with their money and Steve got his back blown by a thirty year old pop princess alpha, who still hires Steve to service her ruts on occasion if she’s in town.

*

Steve loved his job. What he loved even more than that was his beta handler, Robin.

“Hello!” he greeted warmly as she slip into his penthouse suite in the morning with his favorite coffee and muffins.

“Good morning!” Robin greeted back. “How was your night with Sir Kensington the third?”

Steve shrugged. “Boring. I loved the gala, but he just kept going on and on about how his estates had a water drainage problem and it kept flooding the basement. The first time I was sympathetic, the second time I was sincere, all the times after that? I could barely keep my eyes open! And! It strictly social, no sex. I would have tolerated it if there was at least the promise of mediocre sex afterwards.”

Robin winced. “Do you want him on your black list?” she asked, pulling out her tablet.

“Yes, please,” Steve said, pulling on a silk robe and sliding out of bed. “Send the usual black orchids and note.”

Robin nodded, making a note on her tablet. “And what do you want it to say?”

“When you take out a premier escort learn better material then irrigation. It was an irritation. If you want that kind of talk, get a mate for fuck’s sake. Passionately, S. Harrington.”

“Ooh,” Robin said with a grin. “It’s bitchy, succinct, and the most beautiful fuck you imaginable.”

Steve grinned back at her. “Thanks. I do so love to be bitchy. So what’s on my docket this week?”

“So you have a rut servicing with movie star Dillon Forrest starting tomorrow,” she said going through his schedule. “His ruts last three to four days and tends to get hungry right around day two. He hates cereal and protein bars or anything that ‘tastes like dirt’.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “As if that isn’t subjective as hell. And of course he doesn’t like the one thing that is the easiest to eat while literally out of his god damned mind.”

Robin hummed in agreement. “I’d try shakes, toss the protein powder in that.”

Steve nodded. “Make sure he’s house is stocked with fresh fruits and vegetables. Add some steaks or whatever to throw him off the scent. I’ll pack the protein powder in my kit.”

She nodded. “Next, you have the New Yorker charity gala with journalist Nancy Wheeler. She wants you in a tux, so I send in Pedro with your tuxes. Her dress is a metallic gold sequin slip dress with black lining.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I hate it when she wears metallic colors, it makes me looked washed out in comparison.”

“Sometimes I think she does it on purpose,” Robin groused.

Steve sighed. Nancy and he had dated briefly in high school before he presented as an omega and she an alpha. She actually had a mate, but Steve looked better on her arm at galas and charity events. That and her mate, Jonathan didn’t like the attention. He preferred to be behind the camera and not in front of it.

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” he said. “Put her on the pre-check list.”

Robin nodded. The pre-check list was a way to give the escorts a chance to decline an offer before it was set in stone. Usually the handler did that, but there were some cases where an alpha would pull shit like what Nancy did it was good for the omega to get a feeling of the event before the contract was set.

“Wear the dark blue jewel tone jacket with the black button up. That will prevent you from looking washed out, it’ll complement the dress and you get to one up your ex.”

Steve grinned. “Thank you, darling!” He leaped up and kissed her cheek. “You’re the best.”

“Also a heads up about the gala,” Robin said. “Tommy’s been tapped to escort talk show host Billy Hargrove.”

Steve flopped on the sofa dramatically. “Argh! Tommy’s going to be insufferable.”

Robin nodded. Tommy and Steve were “rival” escorts (it was mostly in Tommy’s head) who competed for the best clients. A three-time Emmy award winning talk show host was more “prestigious” then a one-time Pulitzer winning investigative reporter. Especially since that reporter was Steve’s ex.

“And with Nancy trying to sabotage my look for the night, he’s going to be gloating the whole time!” Steve continued.

“Well, thankfully you have a handler that thinks of these things before hand,” Robin said, rolling her eyes. “If Tommy gets in your face about it, ask Billy when was the last time he had person of color as a guest.”

Steve sat up on the sofa. “He’s never had, as far as I’m aware.”

Robin shook her head. “He does the ‘pandering’ thing around award season to make sure the Academy doesn’t notice his blatant racism.”

“Oh,” Steve said, his eyes glittering with mischief, “that would be a terrible embarrassment if someone were to bring that up at gala for people in news hosted by a black alpha, wouldn’t?”

Robin grinned. “It would be a damn shame.”

“You really are my platonic soulmate!” He jumped off the couch and flounced off to the bathroom. “Anything else for this week?”

Robin shook her head. “The schedulers were wanting to keep this week a bit thin because of how busy next week will be.”

Steve glared over his shoulder. “Don’t remind me. Two multiples and a rut servicing.”

“At least the first one is just a threesome,” Robin said with a wince. “Two alphas that want a cute little omega to freshen up their sex lives without looking to bond.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, but the other is some manager of a rock band ordering a gang bang for them because their shitty song went gold or platinum or whatever.”

Robin grimaced. “Yeah, that is pretty tacky. What’s worse is that they are all alphas.”

Steve dropped his robe with a heavy sigh. “Who’s the rut for?”

Robin looked through her tablet again. “Oh well that’s something at least. It’s Lonnie Goodwin.”

“That is a relief,” Steve said, shimmying out of his white silk briefs. “Lonnie’s good for a laugh. Do you want me to see if I can get you and Vickie tickets to his next Netflix special?”

Robin lit up. “Hell yes. He’s Vickie’s favorite comedian and her birthday is coming up next month.”

“Done, darling.”

He got into the shower and turned on the water as hot as it would go. He needed to warm up his muscles to be nice and limber. He got out and dressed in exercise clothes to go for a run. He put in his earbuds and turned up his music. He stretched and warmed up before heading out.

Walking out of his apartment building, he waved goodbye the doorman, Keith and set off down the road. He was listening to the band who was requesting the gang bang. Steve knew that the best way to get over an awkward beginning was to talk about things they were interested in.

So as part of his prep leading up to a client Steve liked to go through their social media, if they were famous any interviews they’ve done. Watch any movies or shows they’ve been in. Just really diving deep into their lives so that it was less a transaction and more like a date.

It was why Steve was so sought after, he never made his clients feel shame for hiring him.

Unfortunately that didn’t always go both ways. An escort at its core was still a sex worker and people still had problems with those. Even the ones doing the hiring of said escort.

But that’s why each escort had a handler. A beta that could come in and break up anything that might go wrong. Which is Steve loved Robin. He had seen her take down a raging alpha like it was a Sunday afternoon walk in the park. She looked thin and scrawny, but she was scrappy and tenacious.

When he came back from his run he showered again to get clean and then he slipped into some comfortable clothes to lounge around in. He could have done anything today. The Starcourt management team was intent on making sure their omegas had plenty of time between clients to rest, shop, hang out with their friends.

Starcourt omegas were some of the best kept omegas in the country, and it showed.

Steve would have done those other things if tomorrow wasn’t a rut servicing. They tended to be heavy on the exhausting side. Both physically and emotionally.

Because despite being infertile, they still experienced all the things that fertile omega did. Scenting, bonding, heats all came with being an omega whether you had the capability to have pups or not. There were always going to be times an artificial bond would occur, even with all the blockers they were on.

The bond would fade after a couple of days, but it was still hard on the omega when it happened.

Half way through his binge watching of the latest Netflix K-drama, Pedro came in with the tuxedos. They were blue jewel tones of varying shades and styles.

Once they had decided on a short jacket and necktie combo, his assistant Janica came in with accessories to chose from. Once everything was picked out, they went away again.

He debated going out to eat over making himself dinner. A couple of the omega escorts he knew had a professional chef, Tommy chief among them, but he liked to cook his own meals.

He decided to go out to eat, because he was going to be locked up in a room for the next few days and needed to get out for bit.

He got dressed in his favorite blue jeans, a blank tank top, and white short sleeved button up, that was left unbuttons. He pulled on his Nike’s and grabbed his cell phone and keys.

There was a taxi waiting for him by the time he got to the lobby. He loved his job.

He picked a nice restaurant near his place and sat down for a damn fine hamburger and fries.

At the end of the meal the waiter came up to him.

“Just charge the Starcourt account,” Steve said with a wave of his hand.

The waiter’s eyes went wide and he scrambled to do as he was told.

Steve left a hundred dollar tip on the table and then wandered back to the front of the restaurant where the same taxi took him back to his building. Where he finished the series with a tub of cookie dough ice cream.

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So much world building in this. Which is why it takes so long to get to Eddie. But have no fear, none of what I'm putting in the next chapters is fluff. It will all make sense once we get to the Eddie chapters.

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[socksandbuttons]

Swap AU Stuff

Alright let's jsut try getting down basics maybe

Also this maybe long actually.

The obvious Swaps Lunar and Eclipse: Basically how we meet them in episode. I legit went along with thinking this Eclipse wasn't memory wiped the whole time so thats kinda- in the air a bit. But Lunar being the original body (I have a post showing how Eclipse looked then), Eclipse with the one he made (to be taller. He can't stand being small... Well shorter than anyone really. A shame he has Bloodmoon towering over him.) The Glamrocks: They are as Swapped so Chica is Freddy, Freddy is Roxy, Roxy is Monty and Monty is Chica (I love them immediately after giving them luscious hair im sorry). Rox and Sun are friends and he's quite protective of Sun, also a cowboy cause swap au/Foxy etc. Digi in the discord came up with this and i died cause it was so good actually. Eclipse and Lunar still go thru the whole October Arc with Moon and Sun. Moon being far more quiet but aggressive. Made Sun to hinder Eclipse. Let me paste my lil paragraph i had in discord

"Sun likely has more denial about moons treatment of him, however like lunar he does start questioning if its good for moon to get the star (like sort of getting the Moon Wont Stop so i need to do something he might hurt himself etc) plus lunar and eclipses treatment of sun would be a huge factor too, eclipse obviously is terrible at communcating and while he's a bit of a jerk, realizing sun might be in danger or hurt is something he might catch on faster. maybe. im thinking anyway sun catches attachment to both that outweighs his denial of moon being terrible actually. he's still grasping at things even well after. doesnt realize he gets awful panic attacks until someone points it out actually. and then i lost my train of thought but moon still loved sun just…. very clearly was not the forefront of his goals tho. feels very betrayed by sun after and likely wont fogrive sun. vs sun whos too willing to forgive despite his anxiety screaming at him NOT TO. i just wanna show a different thing to this cause lunar recognized halfway into october and let moon handle the rest and recognizes that eclipse was hurting him much sooner than sun wouldve (see the… current sun. og sun recognizes now but it truly took him a WHILE, communication Real now.)" Anyway, Sun does end up getting adopted by both Eclipse and Lunar. He's never gonna be taller than Eclipse. But as mentioned he's got a lot of things to work through about Moon (Roxy will kick so much ass for him.) Generally trying to grasp that yeah no it was pretty fucked up of Moon to do anything to Sun. Now the timeline gets a lil weird beyond this because like KC would've also been in this plot. KC unlike our Bloodmoon, is actually far smarter (Im sorry to bm fans), he DOES work with Sun but generally more for his benefit of getting rid of Moon. He doesn't really need to be bribed for this actually. Imagine KC being so pissed about Moon showing up in his systems and hes LIKE WTF MAN. Zappity Zap Zap Double Dee Moon Anyway Cue Bloodmoon arriving. And like bloodmoon does- He does technically hold Eclipse hostage but gets bored. So there is mild agreement. Bloodmoon does what KC did and FORCED themself out (like our OG boy!). They're uh... theyre not very keen on sticking around a daycare as fun as itd be to tear it up. They like lightly bully Sun but Roxy to the rescueee. Anyway, 'Does KC die in this au?' No he doesnt. He gets CLOSE to it but Bloodmoon just goes 'Hmn. nah son you're coming with me'. Lunar still feels incredibly bad about it though. Space arriving sooner actually more or less helps like avoid some certain issues here and there. Unlike Earth where she arrives much later (due to be literally distracted.) Space goes directly to the daycare. Thus kinda- changing some bits. He does meet Bloodmoon, hates him though. 'Why aren't you thinking this through' 'We wanna see how much they scream' 'You'll be electrocuting yourself before you get the chance' '...That means Eclipse gets electrocuted?' 'Put down. the fork.' KC handles Bloodmoon with much exasperation. Bloodmoon picked up this sucker and went 'our Spawn'. Baffles KC. Space ends up meeting Crater, Moon got annoyed with Space's presence being literally really hard to work around. Sends Crater, Crater and Space get along well enough that it wasn't Moon intention but this works too. Space (theres irony here) gets concerned with Crater and her not viewing herself with autonomy. She is still just a 'basic AI' as she puts it. Does what she's told. Bloodmoon doesn't really use her just kinda shoo's her off to Space or Eclipse. 'No you're no fun-' 'I have told to monitor you' 'WE DIDNT ASK MOON FOR A BABYSITTER' 'I am programmed to defend' 'We dont need defending either' 'You are still vunerable' '...Go away' 'Affirmative. Destination please?' 'DAYCARE'

Anyway How do i sum this up. Roxy and Sun are besties Lunar and Sun vibe. Eclipse is soft with Sun.

Bloodmoon has claimed ONE child. Doesn't really claim Moon but thats a later thing. Moon and KC despise one another.

KC didn't really want this fatherly figure but he begrudgingly accept them. Funny things happen with these three. Bloodmoon doesn't become pacifist, just more or less moves away dragging KC with them. A little bitter at Lunar's murder attempt but its fine. No one died there but heavily maimed.

Eclipse and Moon still ultimately hate one another. There is a Swap version of Solar thats Moon and- we'll get confused so just know its out there. Space and Crater are good friends and partly why both end up questioning their existence but both support pillars to one another that it just kinda isn't as devastating. Unless someone dies. Crater does end up having her own personhood, Moon does get attached to her even if he doesnt admit it. Space doesn't question creator enough but Crater does and vice versa. Bloodmoon(s) does have a name but ill reveal that later??? idk

[roxtron]

Anyone ever think about the idea that the mimic is mimicking what it did to gregory before being trapped?

probably, I'm sure I'm not the only person to think about this. but am I going to talk about it anyway? absolutely. Okay so basically.. a couple of the mimic's voicelines are copy-pasted from Security Breach, right? While this is the first time we've seen the mimic copy anyone before, I believe most of his voicelines do come from somewhere. Sorry, that sounds vague. What I mean by that is I don't believe everything the mimic says is 100% a lie it created. For example a lot of people joke about the mimic being more whiny when pretending to be Gregory. Joking about how it's the biggest red flag because Gregory was never really that scared in Security Breach. But did it really just come up with that on its own? What if it's mimicking Gregory in the state he was in when he left? What if Gregory was that scared when dealing with the mimic? And it's not just that, I think some voicelines actually give a bit of hint to this too.

"Help! Something grabbed me! It won't let me go!" I feel like this line and others like it may actually describe what the mimic did. The way Gregory refers to the mimic as "that thing," and the only other 'thing' it could be pretending to be afraid of is the blob, which already tunneled out by the time Cassie gets here. And while the mimic isn't the best at keeping its story straight.. (Claiming to be running/hiding from Roxy while it's trapped under the sinkhole, though I believe that could be him trying to cover up the real Gregory attempting to speak to her, regaining control of the situation. After all if that voice line was the mimic why would Roxy run in the opposite direction of the walkie talkie to go chase him?) I feel like if the mimic was pretending it was the blob that grabbed him, he wouldn't also admit that it tunneled out later on. (I'll get to that don't worry.) Sure, this is a fabricated lie to lure Cassie, but my point is, what story is the mimic trying to create here? What is the mimic trying to claim happened to it/Gregory? I was going to bring these screenshots up later, but..

(Original screenshot + edited version to see the handprint better.) The handprint on the vent outside where the mimic is trapped, with Gregory's backpack underneath it, if you haven't seen theories about it already it seems to clearly imply Gregory lured the mimic in through the vent, that's his handprint. Why I'm bringing this up here though, that handprint looks bloody, doesn't it? Maybe it's just me, maybe it's just the lighting, but I feel like that looks more like a bloody/liquid stain smear than a smear of dust or something. So what if what happened was what the mimic described? It grabbed Gregory, and didn't let him go, causing his arms to get stabbed through and bleed after he escaped through the vent. (If you can't picture what I'm saying or just want a cool visual of this happening, go see this post it's cool and basically shows what I'm talking about, I only thought of this detail because of their post, also the art is cool.)

Anyway, moving on..

"That thing is here again. I gotta hide. Save me."

What if getting the mimic to that specific room wasn't all of the luring Gregory had to do? What if he periodically had to deal with being chased/hunted by the mimic while trying to get it to follow him to that area of the pizzaplex? (This is probably the most speculation, there's not a lot you can get from this line, but it's still a cool idea I think.) OR, an alternate take.. The mimic is being interrupted by the real Gregory's attempts to reach Cassie, and the mimic is using this opportunity as an excuse while it attempts to block his signal. (I've theorized about the differences between each speaking a bit before, but basically, I find it notable that the only times the real Gregory seems to get through to Cassie is when the mimic is busy/distracted/unavailable. So the mimic likely has to make an active effort to block his attempts, hence why he ends up using other signals to try to reach her, like the hacked staff bot. Again this is heavy speculation, but I find it interesting if he's basically telling the story in real-time and sort of swapping him and Gregory.)

Overall there's not a lot you can gather out of this line that I haven't already mentioned in the previous one, so let's move on.

"Something tunneled out.. broke everything. Now I'm stuck here!"

Before I go over this, take it with a grain of salt. Yes I think this is him referring to the blob tunneling out, causing the 'earthquake' that broke the pizzaplex to the state it's in when Cassie arrives. Considering the tunnel in the sinkhole and seeing the blob in a tunnel early in the game, this adds up. However.. I think there might be a double meaning here. It's a bit of a reach, but what if it's also referring to Gregory a bit here? "Something tunneled out," it's implied Gregory used the vent (sort of a tunnel) to escape the room the mimic is trapped in. "Broke everything," ruined the mimic's plans. "Now I'm stuck here," well, that's self explanitory. Gregory used the vent to escape, ruined the mimic's plans, and trapped it there. I also find it interesting this seems to be the final time the mimic mentions something else down there with it. (Even during its final pleas in Roxy Raceway, it only says "Save me, it's so dark down here." Nothing about that "thing" putting him in danger.) Do I think this line is specifically the mimic talking about Gregory? No, I think its main purpose is to explain where the blob went. But I do think it's possible there's a double meaning to it, intentional or not..

Like I said that's the last line of dialogue where the mimic mentions something else down there with it, so there's not a lot more to talk about. My biggest points and evidence were in the beginning tbh, it probably would've been best to cover it at the end of this post but I wanted to go over the voice lines in chronological order to when they appear in-game. I know some of the stuff I said is reaching a bit, I'm not 100% confident that'd be the correct interpretation.. but it's something to think about, that's my point. Whether I'm right or wrong I think the theory is worth considering. If you read this far, that's cool, I hope this was entertaining or had some kind of value to you. I like writing analysis stuff like this so it's always nice when other people enjoy it too. :)

[nekropsii]

Two-part question. First, do you think the structure of late Homestuck (Vriskagram -> Lilypad convos -> Collide -> Act 7) is good? Second: if not, how would you have structured the endgame instead?

I think Act 6 was kind of a burning dumpster fire with some good bits snuck in. Most of my beef with Act 6 are embodied by the Strider Rooftop Scene. Far, far too drawn out, far too direct, and I just… Cannot see Dave behaving that way. Yes, it brings up some aspects of abuse that I personally have had to cope with, and the story of Dave’s abuse is personally resonant to me, but… The execution of that scene felt extremely fanfic-y to me, and I just can’t see Dave being so willing to be so vulnerable and open with Dirk so quickly. Rose? Sure. He loves Rose. I could see him having this kind of conversation with Rose. But not Dirk. Not this soon, and not this directly.

A lot of Act 6, especially Late Act 6, is just fanfiction to me. I have a crack theory that at least some of it was ghostwritten. Far too much of the characters literally sitting around and doing nothing but talking about their feelings in extremely plain terms. But again, there’s some really good bits mixed in. Act 7 is just a banger piece of animation, and I do enjoy Collide. I don’t have qualms about where it ended, I think it ended where it should have.

I’m not sure how I’d restructure it. I think I’d make it do way less of characters sitting around doing group therapy for 50 pages and actually give some characters some satisfying resolutions, first of all. Less Strider Man Pain, more of Whatever Jake Has Going On. One of my only gripes about the ending of Homestuck is that I wish Jake got more exploration, instead of actually getting turned into 16 year old eye candy.

I’d keep Homestuck around the same size. The size felt good. I’m just not the biggest fan of the way they used it during the later parts, but… Seemingly for the reasons why some people really liked it? Eh.

My joke answer is that I’d make Dirk and Caliborn properly Spades to parallel the fact that I’d make Roxy and Calliope properly be stated Girlfriends. Yes, it’s obvious that they have a romantic relationship, but apparently it’s not obvious enough because so many people just do not seem to get it. I think it’d be fun and good for all four of them.

Less feelings jams, more actual feelings. I read these long drawn out therapy talks and feel nothing. Punch me in the face in the way [S] Terezi: Remem8er did, or the way Dave’s speech about Heroism did, or Caliborn’s arc. Punch me in the face the same way as John having a meltdown because he realized he doesn’t like Con Air anymore. Get creative.

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Darkness Declares Glory | Chapter 20 | S.R

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Chapter Summary - Spencer wakes from his coma and Luke is faced with a dilemma on how to facilitate his recovery. With the help of some wise words from Emily, they make a decision regarding his rehabilitation. In the mean time, you receive another visit.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | eventual happy ending.

Warnings - tears, hospitals, talk of wanting to die, mentions of being committed, swearing, reader back story with vague mentions of bad home life and drug use and sexual activities, arguing, Luke has to lay some harsh truths on Spencer.

WC - 4.5k

Chapter 20 - Begin Again

It was two weeks after Luke’s visit to PIW to see you that he received the phone call from the hospital. He’d spent most of his time there and briefly popped home to have a shower and change as he’d been wearing the same clothes for three days. 

He’d just exited the bathroom, one towel slung around his waist, another in his hand that he attempted to dry his wet hair with. Roxy was at the sitters and Luke hated being home, even for an hour, without her here. He finished mussing his hair and tossed the smaller of the towels on the bed. As he was heading to his closet, his phone started ringing from the night stand. 

The next thirty minutes of Luke’s life was a complete blur. After the phone call he must have dressed but he barely remembered doing so, jumped in his car and broke several speed limits as he hurried back to the hospital. He made a phone call at some point but couldn’t entirely remember the content. He had a vague recollection of parking but would later struggle to remember where he left his vehicle. 

He recalled running through hospital corridors, bumping into a few people on his way and shooting rapid apologies on his way to Spencer’s floor. He was out of breath by the time he made it, opting to take the stairs as the elevator was taking too long. 

He flung open the door of the room he’d practically inhabited for nearly three weeks, the sound of the machines flooding his ears as soon as he did. He’d started to believe he’d never see those eyes looking back at him but now they were, it filled Luke with a flurry of emotions. Those eyes blinked a couple of times, a sad and slightly morbid smile playing at his cracked lips. 

“I heard you saved my life” Spencer croaked as Luke closed the door behind him. 

Luke nodded stiffly, slowly moving further into the room and desperate to keep his tears at bay. He came to the side of Spencer’s bed and Spencer rolled his head to the side on the pillow to look at him. 

“And I read your letter. And I can only assume that’s not what I was supposed to do.” Luke spoke sadly. 

“Naloxone.” Spencer mused. “I should have known, what with your girlfriend being a physician.” 

“Ex-girl-” Luke stopped himself short and shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. You’re ok, that’s all that matters.” 

“Yeah.” Spencer exhaled deeply. “Super.” 

Without invitation Luke set himself on the small empty space on the bed next to Spencer’s hip. Spencer looked away from him and Luke saw his eyes gloss over with tears. 

“You really wanted me to let you die?” Luke’s voice cracked with emotion as he spoke. 

“You said you read my letter. Did it sound like I wanted to be saved?” 

“Why did you come to me? If you really wanted to die you were more likely to achieve that if you were alone.” 

“The thought of dying alone scared me.” Spencer blinked back his tears, looking back at Luke. “I wanted someone there at the end. Someone I trusted.” 

“Do you not think maybe it was just the thought of dying that scared you?” Luke asked softly and Spencer knew what he wanted the answer to be. But Spencer wasn’t going to lie to him.

“No. Truthfully, living scares me more than dying.” Spencer brought his hands to his face and rubbed his eyes. “Life comes with a significant amount of pressure, pressure which I can no longer stand the weight of. I’ve tried, Luke. I’ve tried so hard and I’m just so tired of it all. Life has exhausted me. I don’t…I don’t want to be here anymore.” 

Spencer’s tears escaped and he got choked up. Luke clenched his jaw, furiously rubbing his eyes to keep his own tears at bay. His heart was shattering for his friend, for the pain he must be feeling. For the disappointment Spencer had in releasing he’d survived yet again. 

“Jesus,” Luke swallowed thickly. “Now I feel bad for saving you.” 

Spencer surprised him when, despite his tears, he chuckled dryly. 

“I might be thankful for it one day, who knows. But right now I’m a little annoyed about it to be honest.” 

“I wouldn’t do anything differently.” Luke shook his head. “You came to me for a reason and I was going to do anything I could to help you. I wasn’t just going to let you die, no matter how much you wished I had.” 

Spencer rolled his lip between his teeth and nodded. He rubbed his face with his hands. 

“Three weeks huh?” He changed the subject suddenly. “That’s what the doctor said.” 

“Yeah. It’s been the longest three weeks of all of our lives.” 

“Where are they all? I expected to be flooded with visitors.” Spencer smiled wearily. 

“Indiana. Garcia is calling them. I imagine she’ll be on her way here.” 

“Why weren’t you in Indiana?” Spencer narrowed his eyes on Luke. 

“I haven’t been anywhere but here and home since you were admitted.” He shrugged. “You wanted me there at the end, but I wanted to be there at the beginning. The beginning of the rest of your life, the start of your road to recovery.” 

“Again.” Spencer sighed. “I’m at the beginning again.” 

“It’s the best place to start.” Luke forced a smile, trying to encourage Spencer. 

“Yeah.” He nodded but didn’t seem as though he really agreed. 

Moments later the door flew open, rocking against its hinges as a brightly coloured blur came crashing into the room, heels clicking on the floor as she ran to the bedside. 

“Boy wonder! Oh my gosh you’re alive!” The bubbly blonde practically threw herself at Spencer, seemingly ignoring Luke’s presence. 

“Lucky me.” Spencer sighed as he was pulled into Garcia’s arms. 

While Penelope fussed over Spencer, Luke slid off the bed and quietly slipped from the room. He was happy Spencer was alive but he wished the younger man felt the same. And now he’d made it through, Luke was faced with a difficult decision on where he went from here. 

Spencer asked him in his letter to have him committed, but he knew that now Spencer was awake, he was going to resist, fight him on the idea. If Luke did what his letter dictated then he would have to be the bad guy, he would have to force this on Spencer. Luke didn’t want to be in this position, this kind of decision didn’t seem fair to fall on his shoulders. 

He had a lot to think about. And a lot was riding on it. 

***

It was two days later the team arrived back from Indiana and descended upon the hospital. Luke had done nothing but think about his predicament and was yet to make any kind of logical decision on the matter. 

He was nursing a cup of terrible coffee in the desolate hospital cafeteria when she found him. It was the middle of the night and all he really wanted was to crawl into bed with Roxy and not have to deal with any of this. 

She weaved between empty tables and slid into the chair opposite him. He glanced up at her and offered her a sad half-smile as he cupped the coffee. 

“I thought you’d be happy. He’s alive, you saved his life.” Emily returned the sad smile. 

“Yeah.” Luke sighed as he spoke. “But what I’ve got to do next is kinda concerning me.”

Emily narrowed her eyes on him, a hint of confusion on her features. Luke reached into his pocket and pulled out the letter before sliding it across the table.

Emily picked it up and read through it. He watched the way her expression changed at certain parts. He sipped the coffee while he waited, grimacing at the taste but continuing to drink it nonetheless. When she was finished she folded the piece of paper and laced her fingers together. 

“Oh.” Was all she said. Luke was hoping she’d have something more fruitful to offer. 

“Why me, Emily? Why did he choose me?” Luke looked so torn and so confused. 

“Oh come on.” Emily couldn’t help but laugh. 

“What?” 

“Are you really so naive? Spencer adores you. Since the first time I saw you two together there has been this bond between you. At first I thought it was transference, after Morgan left it kinda sent Reid into a tailspin. Morgan was like his older brother, always looking out for him and he lost that when Morgan left the team.” Emily explained but Luke was frowning.

“I’m still not sure I follow.” He scratched the back of his neck and Emily rolled her eyes. 

“It’s different with the two of you. Less older brother, little brother and something more equal. Spencer does not open up to people easily, he gave me such a hard time when I joined the team. It was different when you joined, it was as though the two of you had known each other your whole lives. You can’t tell me you don’t see that?” Emily laid it out for him, a small smiling toying at her lips. 

“I guess we kinda bonded.” Luke agreed. “But you and JJ and Garcia have all known him so much longer than I have. I was surprised.” 

“Time doesn’t mean a thing, Luke. There’s a level of understanding and trust between the two of you that surpasses what we have with him. I’m not in the least bit surprised he chose you.” She reached across the table and patted his arm. 

“That doesn’t really make the decision any easier.” He sighed heavily. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“He was pretty clear in his letter.” Emily shrugged. “And I can only assume because it’s actually somewhat legible and makes sense that he wrote it before he got high. He’s detoxing again now, the drugs are still in his system so he probably will fight you on it. But he was of sound mind when he wrote this and he said he wants you to have him committed.” 

“I don’t know, Emily. A padded cell? Are we really at that stage?” 

“They don’t call them padded cells anymore, Alvez, they’re called calming rooms or de-escalation rooms.” She corrected him. 

“And you know that, because?” He frowned at her.

“Because I considered it before I had him sent to PIW.” She confessed. “I didn’t think it was the right place for him at the time, I was hoping the institute would be enough. But I think we are at that stage now.” 

“What else do you know about them? Maybe if I had more information it would help.” He should have thought of that. It’s what Spencer would have done, research. 

“Well, they are used for the supervised confinement of a patient, who is severely disturbed and poses harm to themselves or others. They have to, by law, allow communication between the patient and medical professionals through an intercom or something of the like. Include limited furnishings, a bed, pillow, mattress and a blanket. Reinforced windows, that provide natural light, controlled lighting, robust doors that open outwards.” She shrugged.

“He’d have a bed?” Luke questioned which made Emily chuckle. 

“Yes, what did you expect that he’d be alone in the corner of a padded room in a straight jacket?”

“I honestly don’t know what I expected.” 

“You watch too many movies. The room would still be padded with, like, foam or something else soft. The point of them is to reduce the amount of visual and auditory stimuli which is supposed to create a calming effect.”

“It sounds like solitary confinement. I may as well be sending him back to prison.” Luke groaned. 

“I honestly think it’s the best place for him, Luke. He can detox, get his withdrawals out of his system in a safe environment where he has no distractions. It wouldn’t be forever, just until he’s over the worst of it and then I guess we look at sending him back to a psychiatric facility like PIW for rehabilitation. But he won’t make it if we send him back there now. I can almost guarantee he will find a way to relapse again if he goes back to a facility like that now.” 

Luke knew she was right. Aside from Spencer, Emily was the smartest person he knew. And not only was she smart, she was rational. Everything she said made perfect sense and he agreed with her. It didn’t make the situation any less shit though.

“I hate that he’s put this on me.” Luke whined a little. “It’s not fair. None of this is fair.” 

“He trusts you.” Emily shrugged, pushing her chair back. “He trusts you to make the right call for him. You and no one else.”

“What if I make the wrong decision?” Luke followed suit and stood too. 

“You won’t.” Emily shot him a knowing smile. 

Luke smiled back, admittedly feeling lighter after his talk with Emily but he still had his reservations. His mind wasn’t made up, not by a long shot, but at least he was armed with more information now. And even if he did totally fuck this up, he knew he always had his team on his side. 

Even if Spencer wasn’t. 

***

When Doctor Yang informed you that you had a visitor a little over two weeks after the last, you were elated if truth be told. You’d hadn’t expected Luke to come back, but you were over the moon that he had. He didn’t have to be here, he worked for the FBI and no doubt had other stuff going on in his life; why should he waste his precious time with someone he barely knew? 

You’d gotten used to being alone. You’d run away from home when you were sixteen and never looked back. As far as you knew your parents had never looked for you. You bounced between friends' couches, sometimes sleeping on the streets but it was preferable to being in that house. 

You’d been just shy of eighteen the first time you’d been given drugs, by an older guy you’d been hooking up with. You’d never even so much as smoked a cigarette before, but after the first time you snorted cocaine, there had been no going back. 

For years this cycle continued. You had a string of older guys offering you drugs in exchange for sexual favours. Sometimes they gave you a place to stay for the night, other times you slept rough. At some point one of those guys must have been Spencer, but you didn’t take payment with drugs for your night spent with him. 

He’d been good to you, you remembered that much. Usually the men you slept with used you for their own pleasure, not caring if you were getting off on it or not. But Spencer was different. You recalled him spending a long time that night focused on you, bestowing upon you more orgasms than you’d had in a really long time. 

Even afterwards once the two of you were both spent you had a hazy memory of him holding you in arms, peppering your skin with kisses. You could vaguely feel his lips on your flesh, the way his breath fanned against you. 

“I could lay like this with you forever, angel.” 

“Me too.” 

You weren’t sure either of you had actually uttered those words, maybe you’d created your own false memories of that night. But you liked to believe that was what had happened. At some point you must have left, you didn’t stay the night, you would have remembered waking up to him in the morning. And so your routine continued. 

For a long time you were content with this lifestyle but then something had shifted. One morning after a particularly heavy binge you’d woken up in a nondescript room surrounded by the remains of drug paraphernalia and an array of used condoms. You were sore from the top of your head to the soles of your feet and covered in bruises and cuts that you had no memory of. 

You knew something had to give. 

And so you’d checked yourself into the Psychiatric Institute of Washington and vowed to yourself you would never end up in a situation like that again. 

You were adept at being alone, but seeing SSA Luke Alvez waiting for you in the day room that afternoon filled you with joy. Someone cared. In a small way, someone cared about you. It was a welcome feeling. 

“Didn’t expect you to come back.” You smiled as you slid into the chair opposite him.

“I said I would.” He smiled back. “I’m a man of my word.” 

“It, uh, means a lot. People are only usually nice to me when they want something in return. Men especially.” You blushed a little and your expression told Luke exactly what you meant. 

“Oh god.” He frowned in disgust. “Jesus, I’m…I’m sorry. I hope you don’t think-”

“You seem like a decent guy.” You cut him off. “I mean, you’re an FBI agent for a start.” 

“Yeah but even FBI agents aren’t always…you know.” He shrugged, clearly talking about Spencer.

“Right.” You nodded. “Point taken. But for the record, addiction and everything aside, he is still a decent guy. He wasn’t like the others. From what I can remember anyway.”

“Yeah I don’t think he’s got a bad bone in his body.” Luke agreed. 

“Are you going to tell me how he is or do I specifically have to ask?” Your lip twitched at the corner. 

“He’s awake. He woke up a few days ago.” Luke nodded. 

“How is he?” 

“I think you can probably hazard a guess.” 

“What’s going to happen to him now? Is he coming back?” You were equal parts excited and deflated at the thought of Spencer returning to PIW.

You wanted to see him again, more than you’d ever wanted any drug. But it could also be detrimental to you to see him again. 

“He, uh, he wants me to have him committed. Padded cell kinda thing. Although apparently I’m not supposed to call them that anymore.” Luke scratched the back of his neck. 

“Calming rooms.” You corrected him. “He said that to you?” 

“Not exactly. It was in the letter he wrote me.” 

“And you think he’s going to have changed his mind about that.” You surmised.

“I don’t think that, I know that he has. He keeps asking when he can go home.” Luke pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“You know what will happen if he goes home though, right?” You spoke softly. 

“He will take drugs. He will probably kill himself.” Luke sighed deeply. 

“Most likely, yes.” You shrugged sadly. “Unfortunately us addicts are quite predictable.” 

“What would you do? If you were released right now, what would you do?” Luke leant forward on the table. 

“Much the same as what Spencer would.” You smiled wryly. “I’m four months sober but I’d still go out and buy drugs, I’m sure of it. And that’s why I know this is where I need to be.” 

“I want to help him, I would literally do anything to help him. But I’m scared that if I force him into a place like that he’ll never forgive me.” Luke rolled his lip between his teeth. 

“He might not.” You agreed. You didn’t want to sit here and lie to Luke, not after how nice he was being. “But if it helps him get better, to finally beat this, would it be worth it?”

“Undoubtedly.” Luke didn’t miss a beat. 

“Then there’s your answer.” You smiled at him and he smiled back. 

“I can see why Spencer likes you.” 

“Hmm must my charm.” 

“Must be.” He nodded in agreement. “You wanna take a walk or something?”

“Sure.” You pushed your chair back and he did the same. 

As you led him outside you smiled to yourself. It was nice to have an ally, a friend even. Luke was kind and sweet and he made you feel connected to Spencer in some way. You hoped maybe you’d be able to continue this friendship even once you left this place. 

SSA Luke Alvez was a good person to have on your side. 

***

“Hey, man.” Luke edged the door open tentatively and spoke in a hushed tone in case Spencer was asleep. 

But Spencer was wide awake, like usual, staring out of the window from his hospital bed. 

“Hey,” he pulled the sheet up to his chin. “It’s late, what are you doing here?”

“I, uh, just got back from PIW.” Luke padded over to his bedside and slid into the chair. 

“Why were you at PIW?” Spencer frowned at him. 

“I went to see Y/N.” Luke shrugged.

“Why?” Spencer’s frown only deepened. 

“I went and saw her right after you fell into a coma, I thought she’d want to know. She seemed to like having someone to talk to, I think she’s pretty much alone and I thought she could use a friend.” 

“How is she?” Spencer swallowed thickly. 

“You know.” Luke shrugged. “She misses you.” 

“She told me she didn’t want to be with me so I’m quite sure that she doesn’t.” Spencer huffed, folding his arms. 

“She just wants to stay clean, Spencer. She’s scared that the two of you would only enable each other.” Luke spoke softly but Spencer scoffed. 

“Whatever, I don’t wanna talk about her.” He shook his head. “When can I go home?” 

Luke exhaled heavily, running his hands over his thick stubble. Between his conversations with you and Emily he knew what he had to do. But it wasn’t going to be easy.

“You aren’t going home.” Luke whispered. 

“Well I’m certainly not going back to PIW.” Spencer growled.

“No, you’re not.” Luke shook his head. “There’s a place up in Virginia that we think you’d benefit from spending time at. In the morning the doctor is going to assess you to see if you fit the criteria but I think you will. And, uh, well the state of Virginia allows for any interested person to involuntarily commit someone so I guess in this instance, that’s me.” 

Spencer glared at him wildly while he spoke, hands coming to grip the bed sheet so tightly his knuckles turned white. Luke could see the vein in his forehead pulsing angrily just as he’d suspected. 

“No.” Spencer croaked, shaking his head. “Not again. I won’t be forced into a place like that again, you can’t make me!” 

“Yeah, I can.” Luke sighed. “You told me in your letter to do this, Spencer.”

“I didn’t know what I was talking about!” Spencer slammed his fists against the mattress, raising his voice. “I just want to go home!” 

“You wanna go home so you can kill yourself?” Luke yelled back, jumping up from the chair. “Not on my watch!”

“If I want to kill myself that is none of your concern.” Spencer spat as Luke loomed over him. 

“Too damn bad, because I am making it my concern.” Luke barked, unsure where exactly this sudden anger was coming from. “Do you have any idea what it was like for me to witness you overdosing on my floor? Do you have any fucking clue how scary that was for me? To see one of my best friends dying and knowing I would never forgive myself if something had happened to you! 

I appreciate you didn’t want to die alone but that was really shitty of you to put that on me. I can’t fucking sleep, Spencer! Every time I close my eyes I see you seizing on my damn floor! It wasn’t fair of you to do that. None of this has been fair on anyone! Your addiction has made you selfish and it’s not just yourself it’s destroying. It kills all of us to see you like this and feel so fucking helpless. So yeah, it’s my concern. And I will not let you relapse again or kill yourself, ok? You are going to be committed Spencer. And if you wanna hate me for that, be my guest. But I’d rather you hate me than watch you die.” 

By the time Luke was finished he was seething, foaming at the mouth and Spencer resembled a small child being told off by his father. Luke had never spoken to him in that way, Spencer wasn’t sure he’d ever heard Luke talk to anyone that way. 

Spencer didn’t even know how to respond and so he didn’t, instead he shrunk further down in the bed as if the thin hospital sheet could protect him from Luke’s anger. 

Luke knew if he stayed he’d inevitably say more things that wouldn’t help and make matters worse so instead he spun on his heels and quickly crossed the room to the door. 

Spencer watched him go, tears welling in his eyes. As soon as Luke was gone and closing the door behind him, they overflowed. 

Luke was right, he’d been selfish. He’d never stopped to think about how any of this had affected those closest to him. It had never occurred to him how much they were suffering because of what Spencer was doing to himself. 

Had he really thought it was fair of him to die by Luke’s side? His only thought had been that he didn’t want to be alone at the end but he didn’t take into consideration how much his death might fuck Luke up. 

He’d been a terrible friend, a terrible person. He’d gotten mad at you because you’d done the smart thing and put yourself first. But Spencer knew you’d also been right, the two of you would never work, your addictive personalities would only be each other's downfall. 

George had been right too. Spencer spent so much of his time blaming other people for this mess rather than taking accountability for his own actions. He blamed Cat for sending him to prison and ultimately leading him back to drugs but she hadn’t forced the dilaudid in his hand. He’d made that decision to relapse, no one else had. 

He’d broken the rules and he’d been caught, it wasn’t George’s fault, he’d simply been doing his job. And it was Spencer who had made the decision to leave the institute, no one else had forced him to. And it had been his choice to relapse upon leaving. 

This was all on him. Pointing the finger of blame had been easier than admitting responsibility for his own actions. But at the end of the day, everything that had led him here had been completely in his own hands. 

Maybe he needed to be committed, locked away where he couldn’t hurt himself or burden those he loved. And even if he didn’t want to get clean for himself, he should at the very least try for those seven people who had been there for him through thick and thin. He should do it for those people who’s love and support for him had never wavered. 

If he couldn’t do it for himself he was going to do it for them. For Luke Alvez. For Emily Prentiss. For Penelope Garica and Jennifer Jareau. For David Rossi. For Tara Lewis and Matt Simmons. 

He would do it for them. It was the least he could do. 

@tiredmilky @thatsonezesty13 @1mechanicalalligator @elle-28 @academiareid

[acidxinxwonderland]

Hiiii, do you happen to have any Monty x Y/N HCs? 👉👈🥺

Oooh, you know I've never actually done much for Monty, but the gator totally deserves the love. He just seems like a fun character to just... sink your teeth in (literally too lol)

Montgomery Gator

The poor fella never has had feelings towards anyone else besides you. Once you first meet and you talked to him differently than anyone else, he was beyond confused.

He'll go to Roxy, talk about you the first day on the job. Once he's through with his long rant of how you said, 'Hi, how are you?' with a sweet smile, Roxy will stare blankly at the gator

"They were just being nice to you gator boy."

"Huh... Yeah I guess they were."

Something I've talked about in my server and I adore the thought of is that he just... NOT subtle

"Hey, did you do something different with..." He gestures to all of you. "You know, well, you just... You just look nice." He then walks away, completely embarrassed with himself.

He lives for your smile, one day you're chatting away with him, he cracks his best joke and seeing you laugh and your face light up... His internal mechanisms go into over drive. Without so much as a thought, his hand cups your cheek, a clawed thumb tracing over your bottom lip.

Your laughs die now, replaced with a deep blush that he finds he likes much more.

He'll SUCK at flirting in the beginning, because of course, you're the first person to give him such feelings. Either way you find it absolutely adorable.

"So, one of the kids down in gator golf gave this to me." His long tail is swaying back and forth, handing you a drawing of a toddler. "It made me think of you, so... I wanted you to have it." You don't find out exactly why he gave it to you until later, which is because it made him happy, and you make him happy. Anything that brought him joy reminded him of you.

It was just scribbles made with crayons on a piece of paper. You still have it hung up in your locker to this day.

You are Monty's soft spot, and in the beginning he hated that. His tough guy persona slipped when you were around and everyone noticed, the way they teased him made him want to crawl out of his metal casing.

There was a day he TRIED to act tough around you, but you saw right through it, an amused look on your eyes as he leaned up against the wall trying to appear mysterious and cool. That's when he realizes that he is in love with you, because only you could see through his façade.

Once you two finally made it official, after months of extremely obvious and mutual pining for each other, you became his anchor.

He always had outbursts because in reality he was scared, scared of his anger, scared that he'll never be in the spotlight. But with you there, you were more than enough of a spotlight for him, in your eyes he was number one. He realized that's all he needed.

[cloudwhisper23]

Her first words when she woke up were the ones that would haunt Gregory the most. Her unsteady sobbing and terrible hiccups would linger in his mind, long after the urging at the back of his mind stopped.

"Gregory? Why am I- Where are we? What happened?" Cassie's voice was broken, her confusion tangling with the lingering feeling of betrayal.

She had every right to feel betrayed. Gregory had betrayed her, just like he'd betrayed all of his friends before. The amused voice at the back of his head liked to mock him for it.

"Your use will never expire, boy." It had an odd quality to it.

If Gregory could dig deep enough, maybe he'd recognize it. But it was against the rules to examine the voice too deeply. He'd seen the result of that in what the voice had called The Reluctant One. Her expression never lost that shattered look, and Gregory was secretly glad she kept the mask on all the time now. He couldn't bear to look at her face anymore. It had been foolish to think he could escape, that they both could escape.

Gregory's own mask was off. The voice hated when he removed it, but Gregory hated wearing it. This was a compromise, he told himself, flexing his fingers within the scratchy fabric of his own rabbit suit.

"Gregory?" Cassie's voice wavered, her constant bravado completely wiped out by the reality of the situation. "What happened to you? I came here to save you and-"

Gregory turned away, feeling the calling of the voice in his mind. He wouldn't be in control in a moment, and his alter-ego, the one he'd dubbed GGY, would take over. He'd mock her for being afraid. He would be just enough like Gregory to convince her that it was all him. "I'm not the one who needed saving," Gregory whispered, lying to both of them.

"You are," GGY said, turning back to Cassie with a sinister grin.

Gregory was trapped in the backseat now as the mask went back on.

"Gregory?" Cassie's voice was very afraid now. She pulled at the cords binding her to a post, but she wouldn't be able to get away now. The fall from the elevator was more than enough for that.

"Poor little Cassie. You really thought we were friends, didn't you?" GGY shook his head, slowing creeping toward her. "You thought you could put on a brave face and save me when I was in danger. 'Cassie, save me.' I can't believe you actually fell for that."

Was this meant to be Gregory's punishment for destroying the monstrous endo? He wondered constantly when the voice would try to break him. It made his heart ache to know that he'd been too late to rescue Roxy, but at the very least, he'd ended that thing's reign of terror. The voice had gone quiet after that, if only for a few minutes. And then he heard the elevator fall and Cassie's scream.

The only other time he'd seen the shuddering shape of the animatronic endoskeleton trying to control him was when he'd equipped it with a suit that was meant to represent himself. It wasn't good enough, he knew. But he had to try to give Cassie a chance to escape sooner rather than later.

But the voice was too clever for that. There was always a backup. It muttered sometimes, about someone called William Afton. Gregory couldn't ever find any information on the man, but the voice found it amusing.

"He'll always come back," the voice croned. "You may meet him one day, if we succeed in luring him into the open."

That day hadn't come yet, but the day for punishing Gregory's past deeds had. Cassie, his only remaining friend, was about to die on her birthday. And Gregory knew he had only himself to blame.

"Why are you doing this?" Cassie whimpered, shrinking closer to the post she was bound to. "What did I ever do to you?"

"Oh, it's not what you did," GGY breathed. "It's what you are."

"What am I?" Cassie said as GGY pressed a knife to her throat.

"You're many things. If you last long enough, you're bait. If not, you're a soul to be harvested. You're a child, which makes you even more tempting." GGY pressed the knife hard enough to encourage a bead of blood to slip down Cassie's neck. "I suppose you also did save me, in a way. I was trapped for quite some time. But most importantly, you're an example."

"An example? For who?" Cassie's tears had stopped, and she was searching the grinning expression of the rabbit mask, like it would reveal a secret to her.

"To the ones who would lock me away," GGY replied. "I wonder how long you'll last." The knife moved away from her throat, hesitating by the left side of her chest for a moment before GGY leaned fully on her broken leg.

Gregory hated the sounds of her screams, and he knew no one else would be able to hear them. Whatever the voice was in life, it certainly knew how to keep a room isolated.

"Guess what I found," the glitchy voice of the white rabbit said, somewhere near Gregory's right ear. GGY let up, and Cassie shuddered, broken sobs slipping quietly from her mouth.

"What did you find?" GGY asked.

Vanny, as Gregory knew her, tossed the mangled remains of Freddy's head at his feet. Gregory recoiled, anguish tugging at him from every angle. "He tried to be a hero. What a mistake."

GGY laughed as Gregory silently wailed for his fallen friend. He'd hoped against hope that since Freddy remained unattached to his body that he'd remain somewhere safe. Evidently, he'd found a way to come after his new family. The two people he cared most deeply about.

"He's long gone by now," Vanny said, amusement lingering after GGY finally stopped laughing. Gregory felt sick, but his emotions were hardly a consideration now. "The light took forever to kill, but it's gone now. I waited to make sure."

Was it blue or yellow when it went out? Gregory wondered quietly. Freddy had manic tendencies sometimes, especially when he'd felt particularly defensive of his charge. When he had that defiant reaction, the color changed from a kind blue to a fierce yellow glow. Gregory had only seen it twice, but he liked to think the light wouldn't go out on blue.

Even thinking that, a beeping noise came from Freddy's destroyed head. Cassie instinctively lifted her head, makeup running like it had the first time Gregory had met her.

"Freddy?" she whispered faintly, hope clear in her voice.

Vanny shook her head. "Why is she still alive?"

"I was getting to it," GGY snapped. He kicked the Freddy head as he returned to his place beside Cassie. "Just because you don't care for the screams-"

"The job is to kill. Not to torture."

"Reluctant?" GGY's words were a challenge, and Vanny knew it.

"Hardly. I prefer the term efficient," Vanny sneered. "Are you going to finish it? Or are you the reluctant one?"

Gregory's heart sank, knowing how this would end. "Just because you can't enjoy a bit of suffering doesn't mean I won't. Angie shouldn't have had a quick end."

"Well, maybe Cassie should," Vanny snapped, and before GGY could try to get in a word edgewise, she yanked the knife free from his grasp and plunged it into Cassie's heart.

Cassie only had the chance to gasp softly before sagging against her bonds, completely limp.

She was gone, and Gregory knew it was his fault.

[jophiel-shakes]

I’m not sure if you have a character limit, but could I get the glamrocks reaction to them developing romantic feelings (separately) towards a coworker? Thank you, your writing is amazing

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note :: everyone is conflicted cause they luv u

warning :: none

reader pronouns :: they/them

relationship :: pining

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Chica

She’s super excited!!

Feeling infatuation is exciting and new to her, and for her to feel for to you of all people? Amazing!

She’s actually very open about her attraction to you, sometimes too honest.

“Ohmigod, you look amazing today! My heart totally just skipped a beat!”

Her compliments can get a little embarrassing but she could care less.

Chica wants you to know how much she loves you with no shame.

Expect many gifts from her, mainly food. Maybe some plushies of her.

“Take this mini me, to remind me by!” Another addition to your pile of Chica related toys.

She is always asking you out, “Hey hey! Wanna get some pizza after your shift?” Or “I heard the theatre is playing some chick flick, let’s go see it!”

Chica can sometimes be a little overwhelming with her love but she only means well <3

Roxanne

She doesn’t come to terms with her feelings for a while, she tries to repress them. She’s too independent to have a crush!

When she does realise that she’s got feelings for you, she doesn’t want to accept it.

Suddenly she gets flushed around you, always asking herself “Are my standards that low?”

Surprisingly she’s very easily flustered, suddenly compliments from you break down her walls easily.

She’ll react like “W-What did you just say to me?!” Instead of “That’s all?”

She tries to keep up the persona of confidence but fails miserably.

You can totally tell she’s changed, but don’t understand why! The other glamrocks are basically screaming it at you, but you’re too dense.

Roxy will never confess, too embarrassing (and she’s deathly afraid of rejection).

Neither will you, because you have no idea about her feelings!

Pls help these pour souls.

Glamrock Freddy

Freddy is quite in touch with his emotions and knew right away that he had begun to develop feelings for you.

He just has no clue what to do with those feelings!!

He confides in his friends, who all tell him very different things.

Roxy said “Don’t bother yourself with love, get over it and focus on your image.”

Chica (the only sane one apparently) said “Be open! Wear your heart on your sleeve and show them you love them with lots of food!”

Monty simply said “Why the hell are you asking me?”

Conflicted, Freddy decides it’s inappropriate to confess his love due to your work relationship but shows you much love an attention through gifts and words of admiration.

The others don’t keep their mouths shut so you’ll find out sooner or later.

But the bear really dreads/looks forward to that day.

Love is confusing!

Montgomery Gator

Monty doesn’t hate these feeling…

Which is saying a lot considering that he’s him.

He’s always had a soft spot for you and now he understands why.

Granted, these feelings come with jealously and overprotectiveness.

He becomes a little clingy, but brushes it off as just spending time with you so you don’t fuck anything up.

His love language is actually quality time! Activities and lots of fun :)

He loves playing golf with you, he loves it even more when it becomes competitive.

He tried to give you a gift, flowers, once and it honestly wasn’t him but it was the thought that counts!

Because his love language is mainly quality time being around you helps him sort out his emotions and just bathe in the love.

If he embarrasses himself or makes a wrong move expect him to punch a wall- it’s not always sunshine and lollipops.

[hestiviea]

swap au but i can't draw

I hate when they de-age Matthew just so he can be in knives role, I hate when swapaus just change the characters and their names instead of making an actual AU of what happens when the other character's events

to me, I don't want Scott to be the one skating around Ramona's headspace

I don't want Envy to be in gideons role or add two other characters to fill in the katayanagi twin's roles

I want AUS to be its own, not some kind of copy-and-paste from the source material

My swap AU is closer to the actual source

In my swap AU,

Ramona is still skating around Scott's head space but she is the one who gets obsessed instead of Scott, Scott works as a pizza delivery man

Scott in this AU is still an autistic nerd but is clueless about everything around him, he's just keeping a cool head in comparison to the source materials, he's still the bassist of Sex Bob-Omb but doesn't reveal that to Ramona yet cause he temporarily quit after Gideon became their producer

the seven evil exes are not Ramona's version of Scott's friends cause fuck that, instead the 'seven evil exes' are more just exes that are not evil and overly obsessed with Ramona cause Gideon ain't there to join forces with them

(In my head, Gideon is the reason why most of the league even took revenge on Ramona, since he was the one that said it, katayanagi twins just followed with it cause damn do they have it rough, despite not being evil, Lucas also went with it, todd is just angry that ramona has the audacity to leave after he punched the moon for her, Matthew and Roxy are the only ones that genuinely are sad and angry)

The League of Evil Exes are just the same 5 with Lynette for support, they are not in any of the OG league's roles, they're on their own

their name will be, Vv cause V is the Roman number 5, and v as in victims

knives are the first V but she's still 17, she keeps coming back to fight Ramona until finally realising it isn't worth it

Kim is the second, they met after a Sex Bob-Omb concert, they're not Clash of the Demon Heads in a sense by the way, they're much more different, Kim explains the whole thing to Ramona, and they fight for a bit while also talking as they fight, then they stop and just decided to go out for a drink

wallace is the third and doesn't actually fight with Ramona physically, rather using psychic powers thanks to his current boyfriend, but after the fight, they're still hesitant cause it turns out that Wallace was the one that made the Vv and Ramona is genuinely jealous of Wallace but they later just become buddies

next is Lisa, at first Ramona doesn't even know what to do with Lisa, originally Ramona thinks Lisa is just a friend who is getting too close for comfort with Scott, then boom, big reveal that Lisa is actually one of the exes, they start to fight, but it ended up alright

last is envy and Lynette, the reason for this is that I like to believe that Envy was the one that wanted to take revenge on Scott, but nobody truly wanted to fight other than knives, Lynette is there to help cause they have a much healthier relationship compared to the comics, also envy's reason is cause she's jealous over Scott and ramona after hearing the fact that todd is now living with ramona and Scott is dating her

but what happened to the seven evil exes you may ask

well

Matthew and the twins would probably be the only people that Ramona talks to daily, i like to think Matthew lives nearby and that the twins are not as rich as Gideon but still have enough to have a house up in Toronto

Lucas after another flop movie (blame it on the writers, Lucas did nothing wrong) gets broke and starts to live with Ramona at first, Lucas is kinda like Kim in terms of his relationship with Scott, hot take that maybe Scott and Lucas have a better bromance than Gideon and Lucas

todd would be Ramona's roommate, but unlike Wallace, he's this self-destructive asshole that made himself sympathetic after Envy dumped him and he had nowhere else to go other than to Ramona, which just causes Ramona to feel like she's once again with a prick like Gideon

Roxy comes by every week or so to talk with Ramona and clearly is still hang-up over ramona. also has the best wlw/mlm solidarity friendship with wallace

Gideon would still be a billionaire and he's Sex Bob-Omb producer, and at one point forces them to fight against Ramona by using the glow but they manage to break free and turn against Gideon

basically yes the same thing with the comics and the anime, but Ramona is the one being paranoid and self-conscious about things but trying to act like she's not affected by this, and Ramona is the one who has to fight with Scott exes plus confront herself

and everything is not in the same chronological order as the comics

this swap au focuses on ramona and her ex, while Ramona and Scott realise why Vv was even made in the first place

young Neil, Julie, and Stacey would be Ramona's friends before Ramona gets to know the others

[viarayy01-blog]

Guide to Parenting - fnaf fic

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50957647

something i wrote to pass the time! - enjoy!!

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Roxy leaned in closer to the book, attempting to read the words lining the page. “Wait.. say it one more time?” She turned to Freddy, extremely confused. “I'll reread it again. Ehem…” Freddy cleared his throat and scanned the book pages. “To be a good parent, you must always be monitoring your children. If they seem suspicious, then that means they are doing something inherently wrong, and 110% dangerous. If they keep secrets, or hide things from you, they are going to rebel sooner or later. We don’t want that, do we?” Freddy paused and waited for Roxy’s response. “We…don’t?” Freddy gave her an encouraging look, and continued reading, “All you have to do is remember this simple acronym. A.P.P.L.E. Assess, Prod, Punish, Last chance, and… Execute?” Roxy’s confused expression did not falter, even after a second read.

“Execute? Like kill them?” Her voice started to rise. “Are you saying we have to kill the kids?” Roxy became flustered and angry, attacking Gregory was one thing, a thing he completely deserved, but why would she ever harm Cassie?

“No…” Freddy replied quickly, sensing Roxy’s worriedness. “Perhaps it means to execute the previously stated retribution. Such as, following through with the punishment. Still.. what a strange way to put it.” He trailed off, deep in his own thoughts.

“So.. we have to always watch them, and stop them if they act suspicious in any sort of way? There’s not even any danger at the apartment, aside from that security guard.” She smiled to herself, and Freddy sighed, slightly amused.

“Officer Van-…” he paused. “I mean, Vanessa would never hurt the kids, you know that Roxane.” She scoffed.

“Whatever, just keep reading.” She said irritably and waited for Freddy to continue.

After reading for 20 or so minutes more, they closed the book and tried to figure out what to do next. “Perhaps,” Freddy began, “we should go use our knowledge and test ourselves on what we’ve learned!”

“Alright!” Roxy exclaimed. “Ill deal with Cassie obviously, and you’ll take care of..” she paused and let out a mocking sigh. “Gregory.” Freddy smiled and they went to each of the kids' respective areas in the apartment.

The apartment had 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, and a joint kitchen / living room area. Vanessa’s room was completely off limits, it was where she monitored M.X.E.S and kept an eye on all things that happened at the Pizzaplex. Her walls were a dark grey. The kids bedroom was painted blue, since before Cassie arrived, Gregory had the room all to himself. The room was covered in Gregory’s drawings, mostly of strange and twisted events occurring to Vanny and Freddy respectively. One even depicted a strange rotting corpse in a bunny suit and a huge amalgamation of wires with loose animatronic heads. On Cassie's side of the room was a huge poster of a cartoon she liked and a few Roxane drawings that Gregory had drawn for her. On each of the kids bed’s were a wide array of stuffed animals. Gregory had a Freddy and Sundrop set, while Cassie had a Roxane and Chica pair. A Monty plush sat on the single desk placed in front of Cassie's bed.

Usually, the animatronics would recharge in the living room or rest in the car, which was where they got their main energy supply. Vanessa would go out every week to get a full tank of gas so that the car had enough energy to recharge Freddy and help with some of Roxy’s repairs. Right now she was out of the house, going to pick up groceries. Freddy was in charge while she was gone, and Roxy served as his only way to get anything done, due to the fact he was only a head.

Roxy picked up Freddy and brought him to Gregory, who was typing on his computer in the bedroom. Gregory looked up from his work, somewhat startled by the sudden presence of two robots. He saw Freddy and relaxed his shoulders. He looked up further to Roxy, who growled at him before storming off. He giggled and then returned his attention to Freddy.

“What’s up, Superstar?” Freddy tried to get a better look at the laptop Gregory was typing on. Gregory tensed up once again and clicked a few times, his hands moving swiftly across his laptop.

“Everything ok, Gregory? Why do you look so nervous?” Gregory tried to keep a smile on his face.

“Nothings wrong! I'm just showing you what I'm working on!” He motioned to the screen. It had a huge line of text covering it, and at the top of the tab the document was called, ‘Practice Code’. Nothing seemed too suspicious. Freddy remembered what he had read, and prepared to dig deeper into what was really going on.

“Is this for the lessons Vanessa has been giving you, Superstar?” Gregory loosened a bit, and then nodded.

“She wants me to help her when she goes to the Plex next, I have to be able to stay in the car while she goes and assess the M.X.E.S. module. It’s a lot to learn, even if I had been really good at coding before she gave me lessons.” Freddy looked over the page again, it was a simple code line that was mainly used for a debug command. Gregory may have only been experienced in coding games and more so hacking, but he was still exceptional at learning new things. “It looks great,Superstar. I'm sure Vanessa will be proud of your work.”

Gregory smiled, tilted his head and turned the laptop back towards him. “Thanks, Freddy.” He quickly tapped a few more times on his mousepad before his face turned stone cold and he began to type. What was he really working on?

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Roxy knocked on the bathroom door. “Come in!” said Cassie, who had her hands full of makeup brushes and pallets. “Cassie? What are you doing?” Cassie turned her head away from the door, obviously hiding something. “No! Don’t look!” The bathroom was a disaster. Different colors of eyeshadow were sprawled across the mirror and counter, chunks of lipstick and loose blush were caked in the sink, somewhat clogging the drain.

“Cassie.” Roxy said sternly “I cannot see anyway.” A silence followed.

“Oh. Right.” Cassie said, sheepishly turning around to face her. Roxy felt around the bathroom, trying to find a wall to lean up against. Her hands found a towel, which she placed on the floor for her to sit on, so her rough wires and exterior wouldn’t scratch the tiles or wall.

“What’s wrong? Explain to me what you're even doing, I can only hear so much.” Cassie sighed and sat next to Roxy.

“I was putting makeup on. Again. But…” She was quiet for a second before she, unprompted, started to cry. “It looks nothing like how I wanted.” She sniffed. Roxy, startled, tried to remember the A.P.P.L.E. acronym from earlier. Her heart swelled with confidence, she was going to make everything perfect.

“So uh… to ASSESS the situation better, why don’t you explain exactly what happened.” Wow.. Roxy thought to herself, I really am the best! If she kept up at this pace with this much ease, she wouldn’t even have to get to the end of the acronym.

Cassie wiped her face, her sleeve becoming stained with mascara and eyeshadow. “Okay… it all started when I found a picture of Vanessa in her nightstand drawer.”

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Freddy had assessed the situation, but now he had to dig deeper. “Uh.. Gregory..” He started, trying to organize his thoughts. “I think that I should go through your laptop.” Gregory stopped typing, staring blankly into his computer.

“Huh.” Gregory slowly turned his head to meet Freddy, his face completely deadpan. “What do you mean? You just wanna look at the outside?” Sweat beads formed on Gregory’s forehead.

“No, I mean I want to go THROUGH your computer.” Nothing. Gregory did not change his facial formation. “Such as the files and documents. Is that a problem?” Freddy hadn’t seen Gregory so dogdey since he had taken Roxy’s eyes, he must be hiding something for sure.

Freddy opened a hatch under his ear, and a usb drive slowly whirred out. Freddy motioned to the laptop with his eyes, waiting for the computer to be plugged in.

“I…uh… I don’t want to.” Gregory said, voice wavering. “My laptop is for me and me only.” Freddy’s eyes widened. Backlash. Gregory had always been stubborn, but he usually obeyed what Freddy asked of him. He thought back to the next letter from the book. Punish. This was going to be difficult.

“Gregory, I don’t want to force you to do this, but I think its in your best interest if I go through everything on your laptop. It’s for your safety. I don’t want to take your laptop from you, but you can’t just outright say no. I’m in charge, remember?”

Gregory drew his eyebrows together, his stone cold gaze becoming dagger-like. “How are you gonna take it from me?” He said defensively, holding the laptop close to his chest. “You don’t even have arms to grab it with!”

Freddy gasped and let his eyes go wide. “What a rude thing to say! Superstar. This is your LAST CHANCE. Plug the computer in, or I'll call Vanessa and tell her how you’ve been behaving. This is your final warning.”

Gregory’s face dropped a little. He was so looking forward to going to the Plex with Vanessa. He wanted nothing more than to help, to fix all the hurt he caused when he was originally trapped at the mall. Instead of feeling scared or sad though, Gregory got angry.

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Roxy couldn’t believe what she just heard. “You went in Vanessa’s room?? Why were you in there?” As much as Roxy disliked her former security guard, she understood wanting to have her own space.

After all, it was in her bedroom that Roxy was able to get all her feelings out, no matter how messy they were.

What else might have Cassie seen in her room? Disturbing files? Secrets? What if Cassie was fascinated with Vanessa now, and she didn’t like Roxy anymore? Roxy immediately spearheaded herself deeper.

“I don’t know… we were talking and she said something about…uhh…” She got a bit nervous about mentioning the Vanni mask, so she quickly found an alternative. “about … makeup! Yeah… makeup.” She managed to catch herself. “So I wanted to see what other makeup stuff I could find in there. But I didn’t find much, just this photo of Ness with a girl. They look around the same age.” She pulled out the photo. “They’re holding hands and leaning next to each other. I really liked the girl’s makeup, so I wanted to surprise Ness with a re-do of it myself. But, I'm not very good, and I made a mess in the bathroom. She’s been working hard at the Plex to make things right, I just wanted to do something nice for her.” She had stopped crying, but looked genuinely sad.

Roxy sat quietly with Cassie for a moment. Her thoughts quickly jumped around. Screw this stupid system. She doesn’t need a strict parent. She needs a good role model. She needs advice. Roxy pulled Cassie's hand away from her face, where she had continued to rub her makeup off.

“Listen Cassie. I understand that you wanted to do something nice for…Vanessa. But you know better than to go snooping around. You might have found something Vanessa didn’t want you to see. Something about her past she would rather keep away. I’m sure she would’ve loved to see your makeup anyway, but how about doing something else nice for her instead?” Cassie looked up at Roxy, with a look of thanks and relief.

“Okay. What could I do for her then? I don’t know what she likes to eat, otherwise we could make her something. Or maybe she would like a drawing!” Roxy looked deep in thought too, but suddenly a loud noise came from the bedroom.

“What was that?” Cassie asked. Roxy peered her head out the door, it seemed to be an argument. She stood up.

“Let’s go see… stay behind me okay?” Cassie nodded and helped Roxy up, pulling her up by her hand.

“Superstar! I warned you! I have to EXECUTE this procedure!” Freddy had extended the usb drive all the way to the computer, clicking it into place and locking it. Gregory tried to pull the USB out, tugging as hard as he could.

“No! You can’t see what’s on here! It’s MY laptop! Let go!!” Roxy burst through the door, slamming it against the wall, startling not only her but everyone else. The sounds of Gregory trying to pull his computer away from Freddy did not waver or stop.

“What is going on here!? You're scaring Cassie!” Cassie snuck around Roxy’s legs, diving between them and bolting into the room. She came between the two and tried to pull Gregory’s hands away from the computer.

“Gregory! What are you doing? Just let go!” She tugged his hands away, and pushed him away from the laptop. He stumbled a bit, running into his bed before tripping and falling back.

“Gregory! Are you okay?” Freddy called out, worried. Cassie placed the computer next to Freddy on the desk, and went to help Gregory.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to push you that far. You just wouldn’t let go!” Gregory shook his head and stood up.

“It’s not your fault Cassie, I got carried away.” He turned to Freddy, who while looking concerned also looked somewhat far away. He was analyzing the files.

“Freddy, its not what it looks like.” He quickly turned to Cassie, bracing for impact. His eyes grew wide and worried, and he mouthed out words to help get his point across. She in turn looked very worried.

“What happened? Someone tell me what’s going on?” Roxy was tapping the doorframe, trying to find a safe space to stand where she wouldn’t knock anything over.

Freddy had finished. He blinked a few times before removing the USB from the laptop, pulling it out with force. “Gregory..” His eyes readjusted into place, pinning his focus on Gregory. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

The laptop screen was covered in blueprints. There were photos of each animatronic, not just Roxy and Freddy, in each corner of the screen. Detailed instructions and directions were typed along the edges.

Cassie pulled Roxy into the room, and then returned to Gregory’s side.

“Sigh.. It was supposed to be a surprise, Freddy.” Cassie said guiltily. “We were working so hard to get it all done for you, before you caught on.” Gregory shuffled beside her.

“I wanted to find some way to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I feel like I always get everyone into trouble, and never get them out. I was trying to figure out a way to save all the other animatronics from the PizzaPlex, so that Ness and I could repair their AI and hardware. So that they could be free from the virus.” He turned to his side.

“Cassie was helping me out, since she only got out of the Plex recently. She said she found someone, another animatronic, in a hidden room. She said she found Bonnie.”

Freddy was in shock. He felt so much relief over what he found, but so much distrust, too. Bonnie? It had been forever since he had heard someone else talk about him. Not even Roxy mentioned him anymore.

“Is this true, Cassie?” Roxy said from behind her. She looked so hopeful.

“Yeah.. we were going to get Chica first, then Sun— I mean… Eclipse, and Monty.”

“That’s why Vanessa has been at the Plex so much recently, she’s been trying to find the Mimic, and keep it away while I go in to lure everyone out. Once everyone was fixed, then Monty could go get Bonnie from behind the bowling alley. We were going to save everyone. And fix them. Fix you and Roxy too.”

“Superstar…this..” Freddy tried to find the words. “Thank you. I’m sorry for trying to invade your personal space. I should have never trusted that book. ” Gregory looked a bit surprised.

“What book?” He said, narrowing his eyebrows.

— — — —

Pulling the book up on her lap, Cassie read the cover. “A Guide to Parenting, by Fazbear Entertainment.” Her nose scrunched. “The Fazbear company wrote this?” She flipped through the pages, landing on the one Roxy and Freddy had been reading.

Gregory leaned in closer, resting his hand on Cassies shoulder. “The A.P.P.L.E. acronym, huh? Yeah, I remember seeing this before.” He flipped ahead a couple of pages, scanning the letters that lined them. “This is what they train all their employees off of, majority of them are parents or take care of kids majority of the day, so they're required to read this book. I always thought the ending of it was weirdly violent?” He leaned in closer, seeming to be looking for something. “Still, standard Fazbear Entertainment behavior.”

After flipping through a few pages more, the group landed on a section with detailed spring lock suit failure instructions, including a drawing that was painted on the pages. It was very gorey, to say the least. “Ohhh kay.” Cassie slammed the book shut, somewhat bewildered. “Enough of that.”

Gregory took the book from her, placing it on the coffee table. “Yeah, I don’t think that is the book that anyone should base their parenting off of.” Gregory said with a smile. His gaze ever so slightly shifted over to Freddy. Cassie slid off of the armchair and brushed off her shorts, turning to face the group.

“I think we should clean up before Ness gets home. There’s nothing better than coming home to a clean house.” She fiddled with the cuff of her shirt, someone complacent. “Plus…I don’t think she’ll like how much of a mess I made in the bathroom.” She giggled.

After cleaning up the bathroom and the rest of the house, Cassie and Gregory were sent to their rooms.

Even though everything had still worked out, they couldn’t get off scot-free. They each broke a rule, and for that they would be grounded for a week.

Their spirits were still high though, and when Ness got home, she went to her room to find a book on her bed. There was a loose paper sticking out, its edges just barely visible. She opened the book to the outstretching paper.

It was a drawing, done by Gregory. It was of Gregory and Cassie, holding a red heart with pink letters inside that said; “Thanks! :)” underneath, text in scratchy black pen wrote, (PS. GET RID OF THIS BOOK! NOT SAFE FOR THE KIDS!) that was obviously from Freddy, written by Roxy judging from the incomprehensible handwriting.

She pulled the drawing out of the book, when another paper fell out from behind it. It was a polaroid. She bent down to pick it up, flipping it over. The photo was of her and Lia. Before Vanny. Her hand glazed over the image, such a distant memory in her mind. She wished so badly to talk to Lia again, but there was no way Lia would want to. Dropping the oddly twisted book in her small mesh garbage can, she smiled to herself, put the drawing and photo on her desk, and went out to make dinner.

[that-one-pretty-bitch]

Do you still take request?

If Jeremy Agriche jealousy head-canons and a short scenario

✨ - Anon

𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒥𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓂𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝒿𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇. 𝐻𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹.

♡ Jeremy Agriche would be willing to draw blood, kill, burn the empire down and even destroy his family with the exception of his sister if that means he could win your favor. Growing up he never received any love and does not know how to love but the feeling of warmth from you is addictive. It's his personal drug that he would be willing to do anything for. Like most Agriche residents he barely treated you as a human being at first, he simply treated you like property. All Agriches act yandere but slowly as the two of you grow closer he starts to fall in love with you and sees you as a goddess. The sort of guy who would worship the ground you walked on and would do anything to gain your attention. Even if it was in a negative way.

♡ When Jeremy saw you talking to his half brother Dion, he could see that Dion was starting to fall for you just like he had once. Were you so selfish that one man wasn’t enough for you? Was your love all just an act? You should know better than to attempt at deceiving an Agriche! Deep down he knew, he would not be able to get himself to hurt you after all you and his sister were the only people he loved. Clenching his fists he turned around and walked away sharply. He would talk to you later, if you were to move on from him someday he would prefer the man to be a kind guy not like Dion. Jeremy only wants the best for you, he was so head over heels in love with you, maybe an angel like you really did deserve better than him. He punched his bedroom wall harshly, leaving a visible dent as tears slipped from his eyes. He was hoping that you would not like Dion back, after all, you once promised him that you would always stay by his side.

“Oh the things you do to me… Y/n..” He sighed, placing his arm over his eyes as he laid in bed. 

♡ You had to admit, you did not know Dion could be so… domestic. Especially around you, it was a pleasant surprise, perhaps he wanted to be your friend! You couldn’t help but worry about Jeremy though. He usually checks on you multiple times a day and he hasn’t checked up once!

So being his future wife, you walked into his room to check up on him. What you saw instead shocked you, Jeremy was asleep but his under eyes looked puffy and red, like he had been crying. You took a seat beside him gently running your fingers through blue hair. Only to gasp as you felt how soaked his pillow felt against your hand. What could have possibly made the love of your life cry so much? Gently fluttering his eyes open Jeremy’s blue eyes met with your concerned ones. He lifted your hand moving it from his hair to his face, he used your hand to cup his face.  You brought another hand and placed it on the crook of his neck, laying down on the bed next to his lean and taller figure. 

“You’re not going to leave me, right Y/n?” He asked, his voice laced with pain

“No, never. I don’t understand why you would worry about something of that sort my love,” Your soothing voice, honey to Jeremy’s ears cooed

“It's just- you looked quite happy with Dion,” He muttered, annoyed, ripping away from your hands and turning around to face the other side. He gave off a childish huff and placed a pillow between the both of you.

“You must understand Jeremy, I have no one in this mansion besides you and frankly I feel quite lonely most of the time. I was simply hoping to befriend Dion. I’m sorry if it upset you,” You mumbled, lifting the pillow. Only to feel Jeremy’s hand on yours, "You don’t need to befriend Dion, I will introduce you to sister Roxie and maybe sister Grizelda sometime, just don’t go near Dion,” He pouted, turning around and looking at you, his eyes once again had tears in them. You gently wipes his tears, salty liquid dripping off your fingers as you got up to hug your future husband who had abandonment issues.

[sabrina-bee-art]

The Wizards are Sad Pieces of Toast, change my mind.

The Wizards are this seasons big bad villains. Or, the attempt at villains, ig. The way they are introduced, set against all the other villains the Winx have already beaten, it sets the expectation for the audience that the Wizards are even more evil, cruel and dangerous than all the villains that came before. And I guess on paper they are. Theoretically they are responsible for the genocide on the Terrestrial Fairies, which is pretty horrifying. Even Faragonda doesn’t dare speak of them out loud. And initially that’s intriguing. But when we meet them properly, they are just so boring and ineffective in comparison to Valtor or the Trix. Or even Darkar and he mostly hung out in his creepy cave castle.

I like the Wizards entrance, sort of. I like that they initially are after Bloom and want to steal her power (we’ll disregard for a moment the fact we learned in season 1 that a fairy’s power can’t be stolen) and when they realise, she isn’t the one they were looking for, they just yeet her to the side. That’s funny and unexpected. Every other villain before was after Bloom, and now for the first time, she isn’t the main centre of attention. She’ll make herself into that, later. But back to the Wizards.

We quickly realise that the Wizards are just…ridiculous, not menacing. Their actions don’t live up to the expectation set by their introduction and I think that is the main problem I have with them. How am I supposed to take them as a serious threat when the first two thirds of the season, the Wizards spend their time essentially playing pranks on the Winx? All they do in their brief moments of screen time, is to stand around and complain about the Winx. Then they try to ruin the Winx reputation and get so angry over the people of Gardenia liking these girlies. How very high school mean girl of them. It gets to a point where even the Winx are just annoyed when the Wizards show up and treat them more like an inconvenience than the evil final bosses that they end up being. Well, unless the plot demands otherwise.

It doesn’t help that, until the Winx get Believix at the end of the sixth episode, the Wizards could beat them at any point, since they canonically created a spell that renders Fairy Magic basically mute. But they don’t do anything with their advantage. Instead, they are absent for a good chunk of episodes and then only start messing with the Love & Pet shop, for no other reason than that they don’t like the Winx and find them annoying. After Episode 7, when the Winx insta-defeated them, they just sometimes attack randomly, but not with any sort of plan they want to achieve. Even though Roxy is not very protected, like the Winx don’t organise a watch for her or coordinate schedules so that someone is always with her, the Wizards only try to kidnap Roxy once. Unsuccessfully, because they conveniently forget to take her powers that particular time.

At the end, when they reveal themselves to be the Big Evils after all, I couldn’t take them seriously, with all the silly bullshit they pulled. They don’t even have any memorable personalities either. I can’t even recall all their names: there’s Ogron and Duman. Gantlos? And??? I'm sure there's a fourth one, but I couldn't remember his name if you'd held a gun to my head.

Ogron, or more like budget Valtor, in a sad attempt to be the next “charming” villain, monologues all over the place, throwing around threats and sassy lines. When Valtor did it, at least he made his threats reality thus giving his words weight. Ogron just talks shit and then gets jobbed by the Winx.

Another aspect to the detriment of the Wizards is that we don’t really get to spend much time with them. In season one and season three we spend a good chunk of most episodes with the Trix and Valtor and get to know them, their plans, and personalities. That’s why they are so memorable. The Wizards don’t get the same treatment. We barely cut away to see what they are up to, and when we do, they mostly complain about the popularity of the Winx. I’m serious. These are our villains!

We never learn their plans either. Why do they want the Terrestrial Fairies powers so badly? Just to have it? Because that’s an evil villain thing to do? Why did they start the genocide in the first place? What is their end goal now? Why do they want the White Circle? What are they planning? The audience not knowing the villains plan is a problem. That’s our frame of reference for the stakes of the season. Whenever the Winx and Wizards fight, we should clearly know what happens should the Winx lose. When we don’t understand the Wizards ulterior motives, their actions become meaningless and confusing. I would go so far to speculate that there never was a concrete plan for them, writing-wise. They are just a trope, a vessel, a hinderance for the Winx to fill this season with something. They aren’t real characters.

Let’s look at their plan, or lack there-of: At first, they want to steal Roxy’s power, then they leave her alone for a bit, messing with the Winx instead. Then they suddenly forget about Roxy and want the White Circle. Then they play more pranks and inconvenience the Winx some more. And in the end, they want to destroy Tir Na Nog…for some reason??? Because the show needs an evil final boss? With the other villains in previous season, the audience always clearly understood what their next steps would be. That adds suspense and urgency, like “Oh no! The Trix are about to steal a codex, can the Winx stop them in time???” Because we understood, that if Darkar gets all Codex pieces, he would be super powerful and destroy the Magical Dimension, the audience understood the gravity whenever the Trix managed to steal another piece. Now granted, that’s not a particularly original plan, but that’s not the point. The Wizards just randomly show up to fight, not really following any plan, or rather, whatever this episode’s plot requires. They don’t have an overarching plan. I’d argue because they don’t need one, because they will lose at the end regardless, but there not being any really just makes the Wizards seem like nothing more than a mild inconveniences to the Winx. Depending on the episode, of course, and whether we need to bring in artificial tension.

The fact that they don’t even have a proper villain’s lair speaks volumes. The Trix had Cloud Tower in season one. Darkar had his fancy underground castle. Valtor first had his cave on Andros, then Cloud Tower. What do the Wizards get? An unspecified industrial looking area and then…the sewer. They hide out in the sewer. Ewwwww. They don’t have a creepy castle, nothing. They could have had a sort of Tir Na Nog foil, a creepy old castle maybe, or even lived in the Ruins of Tir Na Nog. No. They hide in the sewers of this random Californian town.

I cannot stress enough how the majority of the season the Wizards are just sad pieces of toast and then at the last minute, they are revealed to be the big bad final boss. Their tactic of feigning their surrender could have been interesting, but by that point they already had lost all their intrigue. The Winx had already won against them every time they fought, so why should I feel any sort of threat or danger?

[fnaffancontentbutmostlyglamrocks]

Going over Glamrock Bonnie's dissaperance with a fine-tooth comb

Missing Message

"SECURITY REPORT - 12:24AM - Bonnie is seen leaving his green room in Rockstar Row heading East towards the atrium. 2:40AM - Bonnie enters the East Arcade. 4:12AM - Bonnie enters Monty Golf."

I'll break this message down, as it's the most important. At 12:24 AM, 24 minutes after closing, Bonnie heads to the atrium from his Green Room in Rockstar Row. 2 hrs and 16 minutes later, He is seen entering the East Arcade. That is two floors above the entrances to Monty Golf. On the opposite side, 1 hour and 32 minutes later, at 4:12, Bonnie is last seen entering Monty Golf.

I've mentioned how long it took Bonnie to do each activity because time isn't literal in Security Breach. The time it takes us to reach point A to point B seems real-time. The animatronics are quick, even when walking. They have a decent speed, but there was a lot of time taken for what should have been short trips. That and the East Arcade is such a strange detour. It is nowhere near the entrance to Monty Golf on the first floor. It's on the third floor, too The only way to Monty Golf on that floor is the Mazercise Vent, And I doubt Bonnie's double-upped thick ass could fit also. We have no mention of him going to Mazercise either. He most likely entered through the front entrance of Monty Golf, Getting to the catwalks By using the ladder built into the scaffolding, Assuming he even went up there.

Going back to the message about Monty falling and breaking his legs. It just states that someone had once scored the hole-in-one, activating the Hurricane bucket. While it's assumed to be a patron during opening hours. There's nothing to indicate it couldn't be an employee or something else after hours. 

Strangely enough, Despite being last seen in Monty Golf, His body is found in Bonnie Bowl. With all that said, We should be focusing on the details that are left out of this message. There is a lack of information on what Bonnie was doing in each room. Why did it take so long to reach each destination? Why did he stop at the East Arcade? Why does it end in Monty Golf despite the fact that even if Bonnie was incapacitated there and then moved to Bonnie Bowl to finish the job? Shouldn't that have been noticed? Say it was. Then why wasn't it reported?

Another thing I want to mention is that Monty Golf is Monty's attraction. The animatronics are not stuck in their own attractions or rooms. Anyone. Freddy, Chica, Roxy, Monty, Vanessa, Vanny, Sun/Moon, Staff bots, and even an Endo could have been in Monty Golf at that time.

Bonnie Bowl Vent

The trippy AR vent that you go in to exit Bonnie's room has a Monty plush wet floor Bot and a Fazer blast gun. A Bonnie Plush connects to Vanny's hideout in Fazerblast. The obvious connection is Monty, Bonnie, and the wet floor bots.

I think the one worth looking into more is the Fazer Blast gun, which is associated with GlamRock Freddy. It's also associated with Vanny, as Fazerblast is where her hideout is. Plus, the vent leads directly to her hideout. It does seem there's a connection between Bonnie and these elements.

The Crime Scene

Starting at the entrance: There is a small blue shard There is a broken brick wall Along with a small caveish structure, and then another broken wall Wood structure seems to indicate their might've been a door or hall here A path of wooden crates leads you to the bodyThere is a wire on one of these crates There's piles of broken pins There is a metal shelf with Bowling balls on it There's a shorter shelf with bowling balls on the other side To the left of it, is the hole where bowling balls would come in Covered with wooden boards haphazardly nailed on Next to that is a Bonnie Bowl Graphic There are marks from the boxes to where Bonnie is Near the body's head is a Bowling ball that is shattered into 3 large segments The body is laid on a carpet We'll examine the body and carpet later Pieces of what I assume are from Bonnie's endoskeleton and staff bot pieces are thrown across the room There is a white crack on the wall, and a smear of black streaks down the wall and floor Almost as if something hit it, and was dragged down This mark leads to Bonnie, and is on top of the rug too There's streak marks from bonnie's body to where a vent is Opposite of where the other mark is by the entrance. A makeshift staircase to a vent was made. On the vent panel that's being used as a ramp, you can see these drag marks that appear to be from the rust that's also seen on the rug. This vent lets you get outside of the room.

Bonnie "Other" Green Room

There's a charging port that looks like it was torn open from the outside. There's a vent gate hidden next to it. Presumably, the one that would have blocked the vent hidden by the poster on a tool cart is a broken staff bot with marks and indentions. There are actually a few of these staff bots in this room.

Examining the body

Any good murder mystery has a body examination. I'll break the body down into parts. The face has a large gash on the left side with a wire sticking out. There is an indention on the muzzle on the left side. The left ear is damaged with chunks missing, While the right ear is missing. The right arm is removed from the chest and is segmented into the forearm and upper arm. The left arm is damaged like the rest of the body but attached. The chest has nearly the entire middle part of the shell ripped open. It looks like the chest was hit by someone with claws and then pulled apart. There are Multiple scratch marks on the chest itself. There are wires sticking out of the chest. Both legs are bisected at the crotch, upper leg, and lower leg. It appears the legs were beaten in or were crumpled. Otherwise, besides the chest, head, and legs, the whole body is just cracked and dirty.

The Green Substance

Uh-oh, this is it, The damning evidence that proved Monty did it. Yeah, you all hear my sarcasm. A lot of speculation I've seen is that this is either green paint somehow from Monty. I'm sorry, that just doesn't track. You're telling me Monty went in with ONLY Green wet paint. Attacked Bonnie and managed to get paint only on this one specific spot. Magically, nothing else. Plus, why, though? This is the only "Monty" guilty evidence I will not even give the time of day to humor as an option. It takes a minimal level of critical thinking to showcase why it makes little sense. Also, debunking this doesn't magically make Monty innocent; it just opens things up more.

I've found another possibility that makes sense besides it just being an undercoat from Bonnie. Looking closely at the mark. I noticed it has a star-like shape from Plushies, Pinatas, and Cutouts. We can see that Bonnie has a gold star on his chest. I'll use Freddy to help prove my point. Throughout Security Breach, Freddy becomes more disheveled as the game goes on. At Hour 0, when the game first started, His lighting Bolt is a bright blue. As the game progresses, this bolt slowly starts to get dirty and fade away. It's not just the bolt, either. Suppose you compare Freddy's face markings from Hour Zero to the late game. They are also fading away. This makes it clear that while the animatronic models may have base casings that are pre-colored, Any markings or makeup are then painted on. We can even see cans of paint in the hallways of the animatronics greenrooms Throughout the game, even before shattering, These marks are slowly fading away. If you look at Bonnie's body, it has these purple and blue marks that are also faded, So his star is likely painted on, too.

I do have an explanation for why this yellow or gold appears green from what we can see from cutouts and plushies. This star is gold and shiny. Appearing metallic in texture. When gold paint is not properly maintained, a possible result that can happen is lustrous gold turning a greenish color. This is called Verdigris. This is a result of the gold being mixed with other alloys. Primarily copper. I'm being bold here and assuming Fazbear Entertainment is not using pure gold to decorate Bonnie.

Drag Marks

The streak mark from Bonnie's body to the exit is the exact same dimension as the wooden crates. The smaller streak even matches the smaller crate. The marks on the way to the vent appear to be the right size for the thing under the orange tarp. Then, you have these makeshift steps leading to the vent. It's apparent these things were dragged around to make these stairs. Who would need to make these steps? Well, judging by the marks we see on the vent being used as a ramp, The staff bots.

The Rug

There is a rug under Bonnie's body. The drag marks are on top of it, And the markings are flush with what appears on the wood floor, Meaning that every mark on this carpet happened in this room. This is also why I think a struggle happened here, too. What I want to focus on is the pattern on it. People claim it's found in Monty Golf. Does this mean the culprit cut a part of Monty's golf's carpet to move the body? I really doubt it. It is a perfect rectangle. It's actually one of the rugs you can find in the East Arcade. The rugs are pre-cut with this rectangular shape And have a design pattern exactly like the one Bonnie is found on. This carpet came from the East Arcade, Not from Monty Golf.

Monty replaced Bonnie before he even disappeared.

Monty was already a Glamrock, while Bonnie was active. One proof of that is in the sealed room where Bonnie is. On the shelf are bowling balls with Freddy, Chica, and Roxy. You'd think there would be ones with Bonnie, but Instead, there are only ones with Monty. Also, notice who doesn't have a custom Bowling Ball either: The Daycare attendant or DJ Music Man, Both of whom are not in the band but have their own section of the plex. So by transitive law, Seeing that Monty has a bowling ball at this point, But not Bonnie. That must mean Monty is in the band and has replaced Bonnie, But Bonnie is still active and has his own section.

Bonnie has a private Green room in his attraction. No other glamrock animatronic has this. Not even Freddy. We also know from the missing messages Bonnie used to have a green room in RockStar Row. It doesn't make sense for the company to make a new private Green Room with its own charging port and install decorations for an animatronic they plan to eliminate. Or for one that went missing and they can't use it. When you consider that the understudy message states Bonnie is out of commission and not necessarily missing or permanently broken, Then with the knowledge that Monty can at least fill in the roles of other bandmates like Freddy. Monty could have replaced Bonnie. While Bonnie was still around, This does take away Monty's main motive for wanting to destroy Bonnie Well, almost. There is the possibility he'd do anything to keep this position. We also now have a reason for Bonnie to attempt something.

Fazbear is complacent

In order for this crime to work, Fazbear Entertainment has to be complacent in some way, Or someone with the power to control what the company does is responsible. Bonnie's body is in a location that, while light, must've had some foot traffic. Someone should have come across this body, and the only way in and out of this large room couldn't have just been the vent. There had to have been a proper door or something at one point when we pieced together that there had to be some way to get back there. Plus, there was the probability that Bonnie Bowl was remodeled in relation to the cover-up. I think part of that remodeling was blocking off this room. Bonnie was never missing. He was hidden.

Monty, Chica, and Roxy are innocent.

While the staff bots could do most of the damage seen on Bonnie, Including prying open the Charging port door, There are scratch marks on the body, too. And those staff bots don't have claws. Then that leaves us with Monty, Roxy, and Freddy as the ones who could do this damage. Chicas is safe, as she doesn't have claws. 

I think they're all innocent in terms of what happened before Bonnie got to Monty Golf. Including the one I think is responsible. Part of that is because of the state that the charging station is in; something ripped it open. 

I'm sorry, but if Monty, Roxy, or Freddy lured Bonnie into Monty Golf and attempted to destroy him there. Then they…..let him go all the way back into Bonnie Bowl and recharge? Then go there, rip him out, And finish him off there? Sure, suspension of disbelief and all that, But that's a lot of suspension. This has me thinking that Bonnie was completely fine, or at least in a position to think he would be able to safely get away from Monty Golf without anyone following him And go into his charging port like nothing happened. Until he was ripped out, And besides the staff bots, There's only one Glamrock that makes sense to do this, Freddy.

Freddy?!

I know. As a suspect, He makes the least amount of sense. He's the lead star, plus he was close to Bonnie. Why would he hurt him? I have some possible answers. Both are equally tragic. One is that it is annoyingly glossed over. He was under Vanny's control. If she wanted to, She could use him to destroy Bonnie. Leaving him powerless to do anything. The other is that Bonnie really was dangerous, and Freddy found out. Maybe he came across Monty's damaged body Or started to notice Bonnie was acting Differently. Once he realized the Bonnie he knew was gone, Replaced by a complete monster. He had to make the decision to put that thing down.

Afterward, Fazbear or Vanny realized what had happened and did everything they could to cover it up. Which, if that's the answer to this crime. That is some juicy drama. Now, there is still the possibility Bonnie was scratched before he got into the charging port, And only the staff bots were used to take care of him.

Monty?

I'm gonna be real. While he is connected, A lot of the things related to him seem to be related to Monty Golf and that he's Bonnie's replacement and not actually Monty himself being responsible. The only thing that could connect him is the claw marks. That could also have been done by Freddy, Roxy, hell, even the Endos, and assuming it is a separate animatronic, the Freddy Prototype, All of whom have claws. 

In fact, it makes more sense to me that he's a victim. While I wanted to give a reason for why he could be innocent or guilty, The closest I can see him involved is that Bonnie tried to destroy him in Monty Golf. Under control or not, it doesn't matter, And Monty was able to retaliate. Damaging Bonnie before he went down. 

Solving the crime

The crime can not be solved, And while I have tried to brainstorm the different ways it could have gone, No matter how close I get, There's always something that I can't explain. The only thing I'm fairly confident about is Monty being a red herring. Everything else. I'm stumped on

 I think that's the point. This crime can't be solved yet Because we don't have every clue, And in an interesting twist, we know what that last clue is. We just don't have the means to analyze it yet. That AR inhibitor in the Gondola ride was shown for a reason. Once that is revealed, This whole case will be solved, And considering RUIN ended on a cliffhanger, Who's to say the mystery of what happened isn't either.

[archduke-enver-gortash]

ok wait one more song rec that doubles as a question (and rambling)

ive been thinking a lot about what kind of music Gortash would like, ive been thinking prog rock (all the layers) but i especially think he’d like roxy music and brian eno. (glam rock with a jazzy flair, cheesy and pretentious but in a fun way, very methodical at times)

sending this as an example because it has a very film noir theme to it *points at detective zeke* i also think he’d like roxy music’s 2HB, or their cover of eight miles high

https://youtu.be/CRnaYJcTd5c?si=hotIexbAjbkn2eaA

so the question: what music do YOU think he likes? what about zeke?

AH that one‘s so cool thank you!!!

but i also see gortash as one of those people into things like religious choir chanting, classical instrumentals, the opera, and so on haha. (and my way by frank sinatra. somehow i feel it in my bones) there, like this

i think he can play the organ in his room, and quite well, as everything he sets his mind to. his excellent memory sometimes even allows him to play with his eyes closed and so on.

but i think he ultimately sees song and music as something for him. a formula to express and extrude power. music has been a way to worship for aeons and i think he likes to claim that worship. i mean, he literally kidnaps a woman and transplants her brain into the slack-skinned head and makes it sing for him occasionally.

the greatest song of all, the screams of enemies & especially his archnemesis zeke, still follows that same formula, but in an elevated position. ‘the woman trained for it will never sing as sweetly as the bird born for it’ he’s addressing his favourite opera singer here. the bird being zeke, obviously. that’s true song.

zeke i think likes music that comes from the heart. loud, wild, unpredictable to the point of improvisation, expressing emotions and so on. zeke actually plays the violin! his play i think is extremely unusual and carries his ferocity in it with every tune. again, all improvised on the spot.

that aforementioned opera singer & also owner of an entire opera house, annya spiritpetal, is the reason zeke picked it up in the first place. she was one of his first clients and she, similar to zeke in his detective work (but not too similar since she was trained for nothing else since birth, unlike zeke using his natural talents) was considered a child prodigy in her field and despite zeke not really caring for her, she looked out for him occasionally. eventually even asked him to play in the background during her shows for her. zeke does not like crowds very much and he only really did it because she always promised him access to places in higher society whenever he needed it for a case, but she always made sure that he was accommodated very well. so, context for that sentence above? gortash ruins one of these violin performances by simply appearing. zeke is extremely paranoid, sick and just generally mentally unwell at this point in the story because of him and annya would never have let him play if she saw the state he was in, so gortash. ahem. prevents her from attending that evening & doing so, having her arrested for the access she provided for zeke and punishing her transgressions against gortash this way. (again song is for him, and especially zeke’s, whose true song she isn’t even capable of bringing out. this eventually leads to her becoming that singing brain in the slack-skinned head when they meet again years later btw.) what does gortash do at that performance exactly? absolutely nothing besides watching on the highest and best seat available. but zeke spots him in the audience immediately and his paranoia gets the better of him. how does he know about this? why is he here? he has something planned for sure. and after his play reflects the mental state he’s in, he stops after and just fully freaks out, like sobbing, screaming, falling to the floor levels, in front of thousands of people while gortash conducts the finest of the finest melodies.

gortash also actually makes him play a duet (on a violin made out of zeke’s body parts too) with him once, but the song is composed after zeke’s screams of pain from the first time gortash scarred zeke, with his piano part being sort of the ‘inflicting’ power in the piece.

oh my god. i am uh. sorry. this got so long.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Karma - Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader

Title: Karma

Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Sean Cobb (OC), Harry (Mentioned), Eggsy, Roxy (Mentioned), and random guards (Mentioned)

WC: 4,536

Warnings: Kingsman canon violence, guns, Reader is mentioned wearing a dress and heels, pretending Kingsman Headquarters wasn't blown up, flirting?, tension, pretend relationship for mission, banter, slight angst, cursing, nicknames, fighting, knives, blood, teasing, and fluff

Breathing heavily, you skidded across the marble floor, regretting wearing heels as you held up the hem of your dress to not trip on it. Turning down another hall, you heard the shouting of the very unhappy guards - very unhappy guards with guns - not a very good combination. Now this mission was supposed to be easy, one that was supposed to take less than an hour. But no, you didn't know what happened. Either the weapons dealer saw right through your flirting and he was smarter than you thought or something happened on Kingman's part. You liked to think it was the latter's fault. 

Harry, being the new Arthur, had asked you to go on a mission to get some files from Sean Cobb, a weapons dealer. This would've been your first mission on your own, but for some reason, Harry asked Merlin to join you. He reasoned that having a date with you would make you less suspicious. You mentally wondered and questioned why Eggsy wasn't coming with you. He usually was the one who joined you on most of your missions. But, you had forgotten that Eggsy was on a mission somewhere in France, so he couldn't do it. 

And it wasn't like you didn't want Merlin to join you on this mission. It was just that you had a bit of a crush on the older man. And, well, you're not exactly sure when it began. Maybe the moment you met him. Perhaps it started during your first week at Kingsman. Or maybe it had been there all along, and Merlin just never noticed, thankfully. Or he did, and he just didn't say anything to save you from embarrassment. Whatever it was, Merlin was your friend and you liked spending time with him. That's all it was. Even if you wished for that friendship to blossom into something more. He probably didn't even think of you in that way. You were pretty young. You were supposed to be in college at the time that you were recruited, and that was a year and a half ago. 

After you were recruited, and passed all the tests, you were given the code name, Elyan. A couple of months later, is when you met Roxy and Eggsy. Which you grew closer to. You got to spend more time together, becoming quick friends. During their recruitment, you had helped Merlin during it. He had asked you for your opinion numerous times, especially in the beginning when he flooded the sleeping room. Normally, when working, Merlin was pretty stoic and serious, so when he asked what you thought of the recruits, you were surprised but honest.

You told him the truth. "I don't think most of them will get past the parachute jump."

Merlin glanced at you before looking back at his clipboard, "I remember that was a difficult task for you." He looked up at the window, the water level rising. 

"Yeah, it was." You murmured, remembering how scared you were, up so high in the sky. 

"But you did it." Merlin commented, making you smile.

"Yeah... Thanks for reminding me. I still have nightmares about it sometimes," You jested, Merlin only shook his head, looking back at the clipboard.

Running down the hall, you almost fell as you turned another corner, pushing the thickly-framed glasses up your nose, you continued to breathe heavily. You wondered how Merlin was doing, you had lost him when everything went to hell. One minute you were flirting with Mr. Cobb, and trying to hack into his computer to get those files, and then you were being shot at while running down a hall. Again, this mission was supposed to be simple, and easy... So how did it turn into this?

- Two Hours Ago -

Brushing down the skirt of the lavish dress, you let out a nervous breath. Your reflection looked right back at you as you turn your body every which way, observing the dress as it lay on your body. It was a deep red - similar to the color of red wine - made of silk, tight to your body; perfectly showing off your curves. The straps were thin, with a square neckline, and a high slit on the side of your leg; stopping mid-thigh. The skirt ended right on the floor, hiding your black heels. Overall, it was gorgeous. You felt gorgeous. You weren't really expecting Kingsman, or Harry rather, allowing you to choose your own dress for this mission. Fixing your hair, you gave yourself one last look right when there was a knock at the door. 

"Come in," You called out, grabbing the small gold earrings - a birthday present from Roxy - and placing them in your ears. The door opened, and in came Merlin, dressed in a dashing ebony suit, black tie, shiny black shoes, and gold cufflinks. Upon meeting his eyes in the mirror, you froze momentarily before smiling at him, "Hi, Merlin, could you help me with this?" You asked, fumbling with the small gold necklace. It was in the shape of the north star, and it so happened to be a gift from Eggsy; also a birthday present.

Harry, for your birthday, last year, had gifted you a novel that you had your eyes on, and had spoken about more times than not. By the time a month had passed after your birthday, you had read the book more than three times. It was hard to put down when you weren't on a mission. And Merlin... He gave you a small dagger; which you were grateful for, it was very useful during missions, and it fit perfectly in your garter - for exact missions like this one.

Raising his fist to his mouth, he cleared his throat before walking further into the room. Upon reaching you, he carefully took the necklace from your fingers. Standing behind you, he reached around, and gently placed it around your neck; it landed delicately on the center of your chest. You tried to regulate your breathing as you felt the tips of his fingers brush against the back of your neck as he clasped it in place. Merlin's hand lingered there for a moment longer before taking a step back. "There." He stated as you let out a breath you didn't even know that you were holding. "Are you ready?"

Turning slightly to face him, you nodded. "Are you ready?" You asked him in return, only for you to get a nod in response. 

Side by side, you said your farewells to Harry, who in turn, wished you good luck. Exiting Kingsman Headquarters, you clutched your bag with one hand as you and Merlin walked down the stone steps and to the awaiting car. Merlin sped a bit further than you, surprising you by opening the passenger door for you, which made you smile. Sitting down, you buckled your seat belt as Merlin shut your door before slipping into the driver's seat. 

Beginning to drive to the large estate where Mr. Cobb was holding his event, Merlin spoke up. "Do you remember our names?" He asked, staring ahead toward the road, his face stoic, as usual. 

Huffing, you answered, "Mark and Natasha Pierce. We've been married for the past couple of months, Harry mentioned we should act like we're still in that honeymoon phase or whatever." You said, a bit irritated. "You know that I know this stuff. We just went over all of it before lunch." You added, turning your head slightly to glance at his side profile.

"Of course," He began, "I was simply making sure."

Crossing your arms, you frowned slightly, "I've been on like... A hundred missions, Merl," You watched as he glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, maybe not a hundred but you know what I mean. I'm a damn good Kingsman." You reminded him.

"Of course you are," Merlin spoke, "If you weren't good at this, you wouldn't be here." Stopping at a light, he added, "I just wanted to make sure."

Shifting in the seat slightly, you leaned against the car, closing your eyes briefly to rest for a second. Opening them again, you looked out of the window. Looking at the sunset, you admired it for a bit, and before you knew it, you were at the estate.

Parking along the large field with the other fancy cars, Merlin turned off the engine. Turning in his seat slightly, he let a hint of a smile grace his lips at the sight of you, leaned against the car door, temple pressed onto the chill glass window, your eyes closed; asleep. Reaching over, Merlin's fingers just brushed the stray hairs that fell in front of your face, mentally debating whether or not to sweep them behind your ear. Instead, he pressed his hand on your upper arm, gently shaking you awake. Your eyelids fluttered open, blinking rapidly.

"We're here." He said simply, pulling his hand away.

Sitting up, you looked around, seeing the large home before you. "Oh." You muttered, grabbing your bag, and unbuckling.

"Elyan, wait." Merlin spoke up, your hand just brushing the car door to exit as you looked over at him, curiously, "Here." He continued before opening his coat pocket and pulling out a ring. It was beautiful. You felt your breath hitch, as your eyes widened, your whole body becoming rigid.

It was a golden band, topped with small white diamonds, and a round brilliant cut green Sapphire in the center. It was so delicate and ornate. It was perfect. 

You almost felt like crying. On the one hand, you were so happy to receive such a ring to wear for a mission, but on the other hand... You wished that Merlin was giving you the ring for a different reason. The more you stared at the ring, the more nervous you became. This was going to be a tough mission, you didn't know how you were going to handle having to pretend to be in a relationship with a man that you had been in love with. The thought of it made your stomach twist unpleasantly. None of this was real. 

Clearing your throat, you pulled your gaze from the ring. "Thank you..." You breathed, looking up at him and offering him a weak smile. Taking the ring and slipping it onto your ring finger, you felt your breath leave you. "It's beautiful."

"Harry picked it out," He spoke as he pulled out his own ring, a simple golden band, and slipped it on his own ring finger. You hummed, staring down at the ring. You knew that it was a possibility that Harry would pick out all the attire and accessories that you needed for the mission, he had done so for many missions in the past. Though, you couldn't help but be a bit disappointed.

"Well," You cleared your throat, "He isn't getting this back after the mission. It's mine now."

Merlin said nothing more than that, opening his door to walk around the car for you. Opening the door for you, you took his offered hand, stepping out of the vehicle. 

Entering the large home, your arm looped with Merlin's, you looked around at the high ceilings, paintings on the walls, and marble statues. You let out a breath, your hand at your side tightening its hold on your small clutch. Merlin seemed to notice how tense you were becoming, as he squeezed your hand that was on his arm lightly, "You can do this." He whispered in your ear.

Looking up at him, you nodded, "Right." You murmured quietly, taking a deep breath.

Merlin led you through the house, through numerous hallways, before finally arriving at the ballroom. The live orchestra was playing some sort of classical tune, and everyone seemed to be mingling together as if they were old friends. Everyone's faces were painted with smiles and their bodies were swaying slightly to the music. Though it all seemed to be a pretty calm and enjoyable scene, all these people were either corrupt government officials or criminals, all pretending. Immediately as you stepped into the large ballroom, you entered the lion's den. 

"Do you care to dance, Natasha?" Merlin asked, making your gaze snap from the dancing and up to him. 

Nodding, you offered him your best smile, all the while, you could feel the butterflies in your stomach swarming. Letting out another breath as Merlin began to make his way to the dancefloor with you, you told yourself to get a hold of yourself. This was an important mission, you had to push your feelings back and get this mission done and over with. 

'Play the part, play the part, play the part.'

Wrapping his arm around your waist, Merlin took your hand as your free hand came to rest on his shoulder. Gripping his hand tighter, Merlin began to lead you in a waltz, his dark eyes looking down, right into your soul; you couldn't look away. As he moved his foot, he guided yours, keeping the two of you perfectly in sync with the music. 'This is nice,' You thought to yourself, letting yourself relax.

After several moments of quiet and slow dancing, Merlin finally broke the silence with a question, "How are you feeling?" He queried softly.

"Better," You muttered, glancing around, you realized that you were technically supposed to spot Mr. Cobb while you were dancing. "He's by the bar," You murmured, eyes landing on the man from over Merlin's shoulder. 

Sean Cobb was a young man, around your age, falling into the family business after his parents mysteriously disappeared. He wasn't married, nor did he have children. His hair was a dark brown color, and it framed his face, stopping at his shoulders. His eyes were dark brown with a sliver of gold in them. He was wearing a black suit and a tie with an emerald pin. His outfit wasn't quite extravagant, and obviously expensive. His hands were wrapped around a whiskey glass filled with amber-colored liquid, watching the other couples dance. 

As the song slowly came to an end, you and Merlin broke apart, "That's my cue," You muttered, turning to head towards the bar. Leaning against the bar beside Sean Cobb, you waved down the bartender. Smiling, you ordered a drink, spying from the side of your eyes that Sean Cobb had been staring at you the entire time.

"Well, hello beautiful." He drawled, resting his cheek against his fist.

"Thank you. But I have a name..." You turned towards the man, looking at him over the rim of your glass.

Taking a sip from his drink, Sean gave you a lecherous smirk. "What can I call you, sweetheart?" He asked.

"Natasha Pierce..." You answered as you took a seat on the plush stool in front of him, "But you can call me anything you want." You smiled flirtatiously.

Sean's grin widened as he took the chance to look at you, his bright blue eyes slowly dragging along your figure. You wanted to throw up, but you kept your cool, allowing the man to continue to gaze at you. "My, my..." He trailed off, smirking, "Are you here with anyone?"

You sighed, lightly rolling your eyes as you took a small sip from your drink, "My husband actually." At those three words, Sean's smirk faltered slightly.

"Your husband? Where is he then?"

Raising your eyebrow, you glanced over at him, "I don't really know. He's somewhere around here." Crossing your legs, you let your leg slip through the slit, immediately catching Sean's eyes; his eyes trailing the expanse of your exposed leg. "But, enough about him, what's your name, handsome?"

"Sean." His voice was smooth, like melted chocolate.

"Hello, Sean..." You mumbled lowly, "What do you do exactly?" You asked, leaning forward slightly.

"Well, I am a weapons dealer." He responded smoothly, raising his eyebrow and leaning closer to you. You didn't move away, instead, you placed your empty glass down on the bar counter, "And what about you, gorgeous? What do you do?"

Biting your lip, you spoke, "I work for the government. So does my husband. We run the weapon creation firm." You smiled at him innocently.

You felt sick to your stomach, just being near this guy was creeping you out. On top of that, poor Merlin was hearing all of it with those glasses of his. Though, you should've been used to the thought of it, since Merlin always listened in on your missions, being the tech genius he was and all. You also hated that you were sometimes asked to go on missions because you were attractive and the targets would let their walls down around you. 

But after Harry took over as the new King Arthur, your missions were greatly based on your excellent combat strategies rather than your looks. It was just this one that you were stuck doing. Harry promised that this was the last mission you ever had to do where you had to flirt with the criminal. He would gladly send you on more combat-based missions, your comfort was important to him.

Before you knew it, you were walking down the hall to have a private chat with Sean the weapons dealer. Once you got into the hallway though, Sean stopped, and that's when you felt something press against your side. Sean wrapped an arm behind you, tightening his hold on your waist as you looked down and confirmed that it was indeed a gun. Dropping your shoulders, you turned to look up at Sean with a rather unimpressed expression on your face. 

"Really?" You began, raising an eyebrow, "A Colt?" You gestured to the gun almost painfully pressed into your lower ribs. "A bit extra, don't you think."

Sean glared down at you, pushing you forward, "Shut up, I know what you were playing at. You're pretty easy to read, princess." He sneered, and you mentally gagged at the nickname.

"Gee, what gave me away?" You asked sarcastically, watching as you turned down a secluded hall. 'Almost there...'

"I have the registry for every single weapons worker in the government who works with me," He paused in the middle of the hall, "And there is no 'Natasha Pierce' on it." Punching the code into the keypad on the wall, his office door opened. Moving inside, you quickly glanced around the room as the door shut.

"What are you going to do? Kill me?" You asked, feeling as he pressed the gun into your side, making you wince.

Sean grinned evilly, "Yeah. This room is soundproof." He turned you around, pressing your chest into his as he stared down at you; gun now pressed into your stomach, "No one will hear you scream." All the while, your free hand fiddled with the slit of your dress.

"Noted," Grinning as you watched Sean's smirk falter in confusion. You heard the gun fall to the ground, his eyes widening as he staggered back slightly; your dagger was buried deep into his stomach. Your hand tightened around the handle, "Now, why don't you give me the password to that there computer, huh?" You asked with a glare, only for Sean to spit in your face. Pulling the blade out of Sean, you watched the blood pour out of his wound. Taking a second, you watched as he stumbled further back, hitting the wall before falling to the ground; his blood foaming a puddle around him. "What a shame." You tutted sarcastically, opening your clutch, you grabbed a small napkin; wiping your face before cleaning the blood from the dagger and putting it back on your garter. "Merl, I'm in," You spoke, rushing to the computer, leaning over to jiggle the mouse, turning it on. "But I assume that you already knew that."

"Good work, Elyan. Get the files, a few guards are beginning to grow suspicious." Merlin replied but you were already on it.

~~~

And that was how you got into this situation. Opening your clutch, you grabbed your gun, spinning around to shoot at some of the guards that were chasing after you. You were able to take out three, your bullets going through their heads as you quickly backed down the hall. Once at the end of the hall, you were about to turn around the corner when you felt an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you back into a small room. 

Initially, you felt the heat of panic fill your blood as the door to the small, dark room closed shut. 'Great,' you thought, 'I'm going to die in a closet.'

"Elyan." At the sound of his voice, you sighed, your stiff shoulders dropping in relief. 

Turning around in his arms, you strained your eyes to see Merlin, "Thanks," You breathed out, trying to back out of his arms, only to bump into the wall behind you. 

You felt a wave of nervousness wash over you at the mere thought that you were in a dark closet-like room, pressed impossibly close to your crush. You swallowed hard, "So, uh..." You cleared your throat, "What do we do now?" Merlin said nothing, reaching out to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. He tried a couple more times before a strand of curses left his lips, his Scottish lilt becoming more noticeable; making your heart skip a beat. He couldn't even try and kick the door down, there was hardly any room to breath, let alone move. "Don't freaking tell me that we're stuck in here." You began, raising your hand up in the limited space to pinch the bridge of your nose. 

Merlin let out a sigh, his warm breath fanning your face, "We are."

"You've got to be kidding me… This has to be karma or something." You exclaimed before muttering out, "First having to flirt with that Cobb creep and now this."

"Karma?" Merlin asked, and you nodded.

"Yeah, I mean this is your first mission in like twenty years and I stole Harry's sandwich this morning." Merlin let a small, amused smile lift the corners of his lips, as you continued, "How are we going to get out of this?" You asked the man, whose small grin turned back into a serious frown. “You’re the more experienced one out of us.”

"I've already sent Galahad our location," Merlin answered, raising his hand, his fingers brushing against a string. Cautiously, he pulled down, a light bulb quickly lighting up the place, you sighed; finally, you could see..

"He’s back? Great, so, we just wait here?" You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes, "That'll take forever."

"Unfortunately." Merlin said, "I apologize, Elyan." Glad that he was finally able to see you, and even with your hair messed up a bit, you still looked breathtaking.

Shaking your head, you raised a hand to pat his chest, "It's fine, don't worry about it." Quickly dropping your hand after you realized what you had done. "It's not like you sent me on this mission." You shrugged, looking anywhere in the small closet but at him. “I’m going to blame Harry.”

"I never told you how stunning you look tonight," Merlin stated suddenly, his hand coming up to brush the fallen strands of hair behind your ear. His hand slowly moved from your ear to your cheek. You could feel his cold hands on your skin, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

Looking up at him, you gazed into his dark eyes, "Oh... Well, thank you." You muttered, furrowing your eyebrows as you tilted your head into his hand, "What's going on with you?" You whispered, as Merlin just stared down at you, his gaze intense but warm. "Did you hit your head or something? I mean, the ceiling in here is pretty low." You sputtered out a small laugh, trying to hide how bashful and nervous you were feeling with a joke, but it didn't seem to help the situation like usual.

Merlin sighed, his hand dropping from your cheek, and looking away from you, Merlin spoke, "Nothing's wrong, I promise." His accent thickened a little with his words, "Just a bit of a headache, nothing you should concern yourself with."

"Merl, how long have we known each other?" You asked, narrowing your eyes at him, "You can trust me."

Merlin stared down at you, an unknown look in his eyes, lips pulled into a straight lip; pursed. “I’m not very good at this, love,” He muttered, almost too quiet for you to hear. It was then that Merlin seemed to shake himself out of whatever trance he was in. His eyes softened and you swore that you saw a flash of sadness in them, which disappeared almost as soon as it had appeared.

Staring up at the man, you let in a breath as you took a chance. One that could either blow up in your face or change everything. Reaching up, you stood up on your toes before placing your hand on the side of Merlin’s face, gently stroking the soft skin. Your thumbs brushed against his cheekbones lightly as you looked up at him; it seemed everything was going alright, he hadn't pushed you away.

And finally, you pressed your lips to his, soft and chaste. Slowly, you pulled back, your hands falling from his face to rest on his chest. Your heart hammered in your chest, nerves rising as you worried that you had ruined everything. Slowly, he raised his own hand, moving to cup your chin gently. You felt your breath catch in your throat, unable to say anything as he leaned down closer to you. The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils once more, making your stomach tighten.

You felt his soft lips press against yours, his mouth parting slightly. A slight gasp escaped you as you immediately kissed him back. It took everything in you not to cry in relief as you gripped his jacket tightly. All you could think was, 'thank you' to whatever higher power was out there as one of his hands came up to cup the back of your head while the other wrapped around your waist.

Pulling away, you let out a shaky breath as he placed his forehead against yours. You both stayed silent, enjoying the moment as you caught your breath. Finally, you said, "I should steal Harry's sandwiches more often..." You joked, smiling as you looked up into those enchanting brown eyes again.

He chuckled before bringing you closer, but before he could say anything, the closet door opened revealing Eggsy. He immediately smirked, looking between you and Merlin in each other's arms. "Well, time to go, love birds." He spoke, voice chipper. Awkwardly, you both pulled away, quickly leaving the closet. Walking down the hall, Eggsy continued to tease, "If I knew that throwing you two in a closet would finally get you two together, I would've done it ages ago."

The pair shot daggers at his back, Merlin mumbling under his breath. You scoffed, "Come off it, Eggsy." You grumbled, though your sour expression didn't last for long when Merlin gently took your hand in his. You smiled at him, letting his fingers intertwine with yours as you walked down the hall towards the exit.