#ballora just LOOKS GOOD

[elecman108]

It's Halloween at Freddy's! Everyone's dying to meet you! Are you afraid of the dark? Are you in for a scare? With so many ways for your heart to stop, it's bound to be a frightfully good time!

Got inspired today to make Halloween Costumes for the FNAF guys I currently have their full body refs finished of. Do you know all the references here? Do you know all of the Animatronics here? Either way... Happy Halloween! I know it's only halfway through the month but... I work on Halloween. You get this now instead. <3

From left to right:

Springtrap (Jason Vorhees), Freddy (vampire), Bonnie (Michael Myers), DJ Music Man (pumpkin), Ballora (the girl from the Ring), Monty (mummy), Sun (Day of the Dead), Balloon Boy (Chucky), Cupcake (Annabelle), Marionette (Jigsaw), Chica (witch), Vanny (black cat), Foxy (ringmaster), Goldie (Corpse Bride), Baby (Nun), Roxy (Alice Angel), and Moon (Slenderman). That's all of the "main" "initial" "Animatronics" in my AU.

...aside from Eclipse, who isn't here because I ran out of ideas. Whoops. I feel like he'd be uhhh like a Zombie or something idk. I cant brain right now after making up all these Halloween costumes and listening to my Halloween Spooky Tunes Playlist I have that is mostly, uh, not Halloween nor Spooky tunes. One Winged Kong is here though.

[notthwashere]

what are they talkin about

[factual-fantasy]

27 ASKS!! AAA THANK YOU!! :DDD

Good question! :0 The Glamrocks would be quite creeped out. And actually, so would the sister location gang!

What I had in mind for my circus gang was that their face plates are not meant to move around to make them look more life like. They have the face plates for easy repair, replacement, cosmetic changes, and easy access to the endoskeleton if needed. When the animatronic is active, the faceplates are locked up tight and are not meant to open while the animatronic is active. Again, its just for easy repair and replacements.

So since the animatronics are not meant to move their plates, if one of them looked in a mirror and their face plates moved or opened.? They'd freak out! That's not meant to open! I must be broken! And they'd run to an employee for help <XD

NOOOO NOT THE BEAM ATTACK--

Maybe! :0 I haven't thought that part of the story through but I wouldn't be against that idea!

Funny how you say that when recently Browns headlights went out. Yeah he really does need glasses XDD

(He's fixed now btw don't worry👍)

She wasn't intended to have much of a role in the AU, considering Mario and Luigi are the only humans in the mushroom kingdoms dimension..

Maybe she could have been a childhood friend that they knew? Maybe she was their next door neighbor? Or perhaps a customer of theirs? What ever role she had in their lives back on Earth, it wasn't meant to be significant enough to remember/miss her..

@thebranflakescereal

The sister location gang? Prooobaly Circus Baby, with Funtime Freddy as a close second.

The Glamrock gang? Probably the daycare attendant XDD

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD I'm so glad you liked my designs! And I'm also glad that my more mellow "go with the flow" vibe for Freddy was seen! That's what I was aiming for! :DD

As for the map bot question, yes! The beloved map bot is alive and well <XDD He's not a threat to Gregory currently and he thankfully doesn't bother the main cast much. He just hangs around until he sees someone in need of a map! XD

@ghfhgkfngjvfnvmfkf

Hmm,, good question. I think if Funtime Freddy was decommissioned but they kept the Bon's around?.. They wouldn't put the bons with Circus Baby or Ballora becuase they'd be out of place. Ballora and the reenas are humanoid. They're pretty, delicate, and are ballerinas. Circus Baby, Ennard and the Bidybabs are all humanoid as well and clown themed. With specific color palettes and a clown performance.

What they'd probably do is put them with Funtime Foxy and just expand his act to accommodate for the extra people. They'd make Foxy a magician/ringmaster and somehow incorporate the Bons into his act. Since him, Chica and the Bons are all animals it would fit better.

You can just put it in a paint program and white out all the characters like I did. :0

I did keep some of Jevil's powers from the game yeah. :0 But I've altered almost all of them in some way-

In the Grillby fight he's seen "teleporting" to avoid Grillby's attacks. I believe I saw a gif of Jevil teleporting and there looked to be a motion blur effect..? So I interpreted that as he doesn't necessarily disappear and reappear...? More he just moves incredibly fast.

He miiight be able to turn into the scythe.? But I've mostly just interpreted that as he is able to summon a scythe to his hands when ever he may need it. I haven't made use of the cloning ability because, well, I didn't know he could do that- <XDD I'll definitely have to add that though!

For Goner kid I'm not too sure.. my version has her as Monster kids little sister. And I've seen a lot of interpretations of MK having fire breathing powers. Maybe she has fire related powers too..? Either way, it'll take a long time for her to remember the powers she has, and even longer to learn how to control them. So as it stands right now she's pretty defenseless..

Spamton is supposed to have most/all of the powers that original Spamton does in the game. But his attacks are kind'a.. broken. Spamton's physical injuries leaked down into his very soul and cracked it. So all of his attacks are messed up. I'd have to do some research on what his attacks actually are, and then make them broken if he ever tries to use them.

Like for example, 2/3 projectiles he summons will fly off in the wrong direction. Any weapons that he summons will have bent handles and break easy.. stuff like that :(

I've heard about that power, but as far as I know Mario and Luigi just kind'a.. have that power naturally.? While in my AU, all the bros power come exclusively from powerups. If there was a Firebrand mushroom and a thunderhand flower? Sure! But if its something they can just do without any powerup assistance, then it wont fit into my AU.. :/

(Video in question)

XDD I can see that happening to Shellington and Kwazii

With DJ, Sun and Moon? Its very possible XDD

I think they'd get a long great! My version of Funtime Freddy is toned down a bit compared to canon Funtime <XD No crazy, "HEY BAWN BAWN!!"

(Post in question)

Yes! Even though he has nothing to do with sister location (as far as I can remember--) I've still thought about adding him in some kind of cryptic way.. 👀

@clockworkthenightbard

Thank you so much!! :DD

@khoiazo

AKASNSWNDEO TRAUMATIZED XDDD

Nope! They're all very colorful and sparkly, but they are not intended to be Glamrocks. :}

@minnesotamedic186

Yoooo that's a good idea! I'll have to at least do something with the Electrobab XD

@milk-powrit (Post in question)

Thank you!! :DD I cant fully retrace my thought process- But I believe I wanted to make the Minireenas not scary. So I gave them cute faces and dresses. But I thought that having all these tiny little doll girls running around might feel a bit creepy to little kids..

So I thought hey! What if I slap some wings on them and make them fly around like fairies?? And to make them even less scary, I can make them look like familiar bugs that kids like! Lady bug, butterfly, bumble bee, dragon fly... and then I thiiiink I designed Ballora after.? Or maybe Ballora being based on a butterfly was what first inspired me.?

Either way- Ballora is based on a Blue Morpho butterfly! Very pretty :}}

@bunny-coffee

Sorry, I don't take requests! But that's not a bad idea.. 🤔 Maybe someday XD

@astrokea

Awe, thank you!! :DD I'm glad you like what I make!! :}}

@beryl-shade

Jevil and Seam do not reveal their injuries to anyone unless they absolutely have to. And when they do, yeah its only to each other..

Like for example; if Seams eye socket started to hurt and it needed to be looked at/tended to. Seam would only feel comfortable having it tended to by Jevil. But the whole time he'd still be incredibly uncomfortable and would cover it back up as soon as he could..

I'm not sure if I've answered this ask before and forgot to delete it, or if its an old ask that got buried and I never answered it at all-- either way!--

Yeah, Jevil would be pretty spooked by his original counterpart. Because original Jevil is clearly insane.. But he'd also feel kind'a bad for his original.. he's still trapped in a cell..

Seam is definitely envious of his original. He thinks his original got off easy. He doesn't even have shackles. And his stitched mouth doesn't seem to bother him..

My Goner kid arguably has it better than the original. Considering the original is still lost in the void somewhere..

And I intended for Grillby to encounter another version of him. Maybe not the original, but at least another version. He saw his other self with his daughter.. it was really hard for him..

@luna-purple454 @elegysonnet (Post in question)

Sorry for the late reply you three! I was intending to draw a comic for this but I never got around to it.. haha,, <:D ..anyways-

What ends up happening is Papyrus offers to help. Seam is scared out of his mind but he ends up taking Papyrus' offer.

Papyrus picks up Jevil and helps Seam stand up. They make their way out of the dying forest, stepping over fallen trees and branches. All the while Papyrus is talking to Seam. "What's your name? Where are you from?" Seam tells him their names but that's about all he can manage to say through his trembling..

All the while they're walking something just.. feels really off. Why are all the trees and grass dead? Why is it so warm around here? Seam is sure he's seen this place before in other AUs. Isn't there supposed to be snow on the ground?

Eventually they make their way into snowdin. Seam was so stressed that he didn't really take the time to scan his surroundings. Although he did notice that they were walking through snow now. They get to Papyrus' house and walk inside.

The house is lit by candles, and all the lights are off. Seam and Jevil are put on the couch, Papyrus goes into the kitchen to make some soup for them to eat.

This when things takes a horrifying turn. While anxiously waiting for Jevil to wake up, Seam looks out the window..

The snow outside isn't like a blanket of snow. Rather its gathered in big piles. The big lumps of wispy snow cover the ground in front of the houses, but don't go into the forest and it isn't on any of the trees..

And then he notices.. there's children's shoes and coats buried in the.. "snow"..

Seam is a darkener, so he does not turn to dust when he dies. But he knows that AU's that have a snowdin town in it.. the monster's there turn to dust when they die.

There are mountains of bodies outside. What happened here? Who killed all those people? Thats why there's no power to the house isn't it? That's why its so warm, that's why all the trees are dead. The people who man the core are all dead. Everyone in this AU is dead, everything is dead. But who killed them? What happened?

..Did Papyrus....?

Horror washes over Seam. It was Papyrus wasn't it. He killed all those people. And now Seam is in Papyrus' house. He doesn't have the strength to get up, he cant run- he cant escape-

Its in that moment of pure dread.. that Jevil started to stir, and Papyrus walked back in..

[llamaisllama777]

LAES,TSAMS,EAPS DAILY*/WEEKLY* REVIEW SHOW!!!!

Sorry it's been a bit since I last did one of these, but I'm back and here to take a look at today's new episodes

I love this group so much!!!

I'm glad Molten,Jack, and Dazzle have finally found friends like them. It's so cute and wholesome!

I love how they just yeet a toy to its death in the beginning of the episode. I love how they just stinkin' trying to solve a murder (A FAKE ONE)

I love how Sun even gets involved and goes full Riddler. (Sun face it, you're a father now. And a great one at that!)

This episode was so fun and cute! I love it!

I wonder if Sun and Moon's will be as wholesome?

Oh....oh no.

Nexus.... did it.

He broke Moon.

I didn't think it was possible to break Moon unless it was like the death of Sun or something, but here we are!

Moon did still hold remorse for what happened to Johnathan and probably the July 16th kids as well it's just unlike Sun, Moon didn't express his emotions. He kept them inside, hidden deep. And now Nexus has brought all those emotions to the surface!

I like how Moon says that Sun and Solar will be fine without him. It's a problem ya but the fact he thinks Sun and Solar are so capable without him it's kinda wholesome.

Monty is actually a pretty good friend. Monty admits he is not perfect, far from it! But he's changing. He's better now. Thanks to the whole Celestial family! Monty tries to help Moon, but it's clear Moon is gonna need a bit before he can be back to his usual self.... if he ever does.

Now, with Moon out of action, this means it will be easier for Nexus and Dark Sun to kidnap Sun. This may have all been a part of Nexus' plan break Moon, take Sun. Nexus will probably try to torture Sun and break him to get the shards but considering the fact even after Creator badly mentally tortured Sun and didn't get what he wants I don't think it will as easy as Nexus think it will be. Sun is stronger than any of them know.

And lastly....

Eclipse ACTUALLY OPENING UP TO SUNRISE AND MOONLIGHT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! SHDHDVEUDGJWWEHEIEHWD!

YEEEEESSS!!!!

About time!

I'm glad to see that Eclipse is.... kinda sort of trying to be a friend.

Hopefully, Sun, Moon, and Eclipse can figure out what to do about this universe's Eclipse if/when he shows up.

Hi, Francis, long time no see. 👋

Also, Francis has a point, Earth, Puppet, Foxy, Sunrise,Moonlight, this world's Monty, and even Ballora are his friends. It's time for him to realize and embrace that and I hope he does soon.

Puppet.....please....get some rest! You are no help to anyone like this! Have you even talked to your son since the murder he witnessed!

Go talk to him! 👉 🦊

Seriously, Puppet, this isn't helping anyone. It's hurting you and the others, and you probably are Vincent's number one suspect for the murders.

GREAT EPISODES!

Especially, the Sun and Moon show episode! I really liked that one.

11/10!

[idsfantasy]

Not to be a little freak in you inbox, but I have one complaint with the fnaf fandoms theory side and I’d like to point it out. Sorry for the paragraph.

One thing that’s always saddened me in the fnaf fandom is the narrative that William Afton is a good dad, when evidence points to the contrary. I think it genuinely takes back from a lot of theories!!!

Barring even the book lore which points to what kind of person Afton is, he never displays evidence that he’s not abusive. A lot of theories try to give him a “motive” as to why he behaves the way he does, and so automatically place CC’s death as first in the timeline when it just kinda doesn’t line up with everything else.

I mean, everyone places the Funtimes as representative of Aftons family, but they kinda don’t dwell on the fact that they’re more. Aftons own conception of his family? Maybe the reason why they slot in so cleanly with his family members is because they’re literally how the guy views his own family.

Funtime Foxy is obviously a stand-in for Michael, what with the Fox design and all. But Funtime Foxy also sneaks around and gets up to trouble when you’re not looking, freezing up when you catch him. I think that’s indicative of William knowing about Michael’s pranks on his younger brother.

Funtime Freddy is obviously a stand in for the crying child, and his behavior is a lot more concerning when you realize that’s how William views his son. I mean, Funtime Freddy is incredibly erratic and emotional, and needs to be calmed down by a hand puppet he carries around everywhere. Which is coincidentally a rabbit. You know, like his dad. Who put a walkie talkie in his teddy bear. I just don’t think that’s a very kind way of looking at your son!

Baby looks like Elizabeth but is a gigantic clown, and is the most dangerous design out of everyone in the lineup. I always thought it was strange that he’d place his darling daughter as a clown, but now I know it’s just mean.

Ballora has always been placed as Mrs. Afton, but no one’s really known what to do with her as she doesn’t seem to point to anything else. Maybe there’s something to be said about her always having her eyes closed and being transfixed on dancing, I don’t know. Also she has gigantic booba

Afton’s controlled shocks are. Weird. When you consider them from this angle. Like that’s really the only way you can think of keeping your animatronics in line? By potentially frying their oh so precious servos??? Whatever. I just think it’s kind of funny how the theory side of the fandom insists on Afton having started out as a normal guy when all evidence points to the contrary. It’s 3 am

Yeah. While The Silver Eyes does imply he was outwardly friendly pre-murders, that doesn't mean that he was actually a good guy. Those jealousy-worship journals had to come from somewhere

[lovelycrimsonredsnow]

Because why not

Yandere sister location headcanons (general):

(warning!: The following contains mentions of murder, obsessive behavior, and unhealthy themes. If you uncomfortable with any of this please go read something else)

Circus baby 🍦:

🍦 OMG this girl

🍦she's a handful even without the Yandere part, she's manipulative, clingy, and just a menace over all.

🍦 she'll manipulative you, your friends, HER friends without any Shame. She thinks she's knows what's best for you.

🍦 honestly doesn't matter what you look like, you could be still wearing your pajamas and she still thinks your the most beautiful/handsome creature she's ever seen 💀

🍦once you actually get to know her though she's not all that bad. Just a little.....strange

🍦 although the next time you see her she seems much more happier then usual.

🍦que all your friends going missing

🍦just....don't check those extra springlock suits ok?

"you came to see me? How sweet..."

Funtime Freddy 🎉:

🎉 oh jeez....have fun with this one. Now I personally don't think he is AS sadistic as everyone thinks but just more forceful and annoying.

🎉 but still sadistic just not to you.

🎉 I picture him as a clingy, playful and possessive yandere. He almost never leaves you alone. Going to the kitchen for a snack? Let him come, He'll get a snack to! Doing repairs? Oh he'll come to, he knows lots about mechanical machines! Let him help. Your not even safe in the bathroom 💀. No matter where you are he is at least outside the door.

🎉 at one point him and his hand puppets (bon bon and bonnet) even followed you home one time. Now he can really be with you!

🎉 he is also very physically affectionate, like hugs and cuddles. But he ends up being....rather rough with his affection.

🎉 that being him accidentally breaking your spine because he hugged you to tight. He doesn't let go immediately either...

"hey bon-bon Look, it's our new friend~! I wonder what game I should play with them today~"

Funtime foxy 🌹:

🌹Jesus Christ have mercy on my soul 💀 🙏

🌹 this dude...he's probably the worst out of all of them. He's clingy, possessive, obsessive, and a attention whore 💀.

🌹he litterly wants you to pay attention to him no matter what your doing, and purposely messes you up because he's angy you didn't look at him immediately.

🌹he's petty like that, he has no shame.

🌹like F.freddy he likes to follow you around, but he's WAY more annoying though. If your a technician he constantly fakes things to get your attention. Doing a check up on ballora? He's complaining (dramatic lly) about how his joints are stiff and he can't perform. He's even put Funtime Freddy out of (temporarily) out of commission cause you had to fix his voice box instead of watching his show. It's just 'how dare you >:( '

🌹the moment you do turn to him though he gets so excited, his tail starts wagging and he's acting all innocent and nice for you.

🌹 (cough) narcissist (cough)

🌹the chances are he's followed you home before, he's surprisingly good at stalking for such a loud bot.

"why weren't you at my show!? You had to fix circus baby...? Nonsense! She's fine >:/ "

Ballora 🩰:

🩰 I love her so muchhh 💙💙💙

🩰 but on to the headcanons. She's a manipulative Yandere, more on a smaller scale really.

🩰 she does it mainly for your safety, aka circus baby's plan. And she won't hesitate to kidnap you so the others won't hurt you. She surprisingly knows quite a bit about humans: emotions, mental health, anatomy...ext...

🩰 honestly she's more of a mother figure then a love Interest...

🩰 but she can't help it, she worries when your not there :(

🩰 she definitely has the minireenas spy on you for her. She's not trying to be creepy she's just making sure your ok and if there's anyone she needs to get rid of

🩰 she's definitely the best yandere in this group, more or less harmless really.

" would you like to dance with me dear?"

Ennard 🤡:

🤡 so first of all this dude is B.I.P.O.L.A.R

🤡 he has his own personality than the other Funtimes, but his emotions change according to how the others inside of him react.

🤡 if he's playful it's most likely to be Funtime Freddy he's channeling. If he's serious then it's mostly ballora or his actual persona.

🤡 but he's mostly just a clingy, possessive, and serious yandere.

🤡 much like F.foxy and F.freddy he likes to follow you around to either see you or to get your attention (unlike them it's mostly stalking though.)

🤡 at one point it's likely he will (sorta) kidnap you. It's more like just trapping in your own home really.

🤡 he has a bit of anxiety that you'll abandon him, most of the Funtimes have abandonment issues due to being stuck in that facility for so long. He sees so many come and go.....but never stay.

🤡 he gets really anxious when your not there...it's ballora peaking through with her anxiety

🤡 he's not as physically affectionate as F.foxy and F.freddy might be, but his love language is definitely quality time.

🤡 but be careful, he's not the most stable...

"I hope your not escaping again, I will find you"

Lolbit 📺:

📺 omggggg

📺 this is the biggest simp ever to exist, he definitely worships you.

📺 he's an AI made to help the technicians and maintenance, but was scrapped due to Elizabeth's dissapearence like the rest of sister location.

📺 the abandonment issues are strong with this one, he fears you might get scared or hate him and leave.

📺 he's obsessive, clingy, and worshipping type yandere. He's just so happy he met you, he finally won't be alone! And most of all, he won't be bored.

📺 he loves to cause chaos, always pulling pranks on F.foxy and circus baby. Those are his most frequent victims. Easy to say everyone (except ballora) hates him.

📺 he actually was a rather high view on ballora, he sees her as almost a parental type figure sometimes. Not much to say but their friends :)

📺 he will definitely convince you to take him home with you, that way he can trap you with him.

📺 he's pretty smart when it comes to robotics, he's gonna build himself a body so that he can finally touch you! :D

📺 nothing dirty, he just wants to give you a hug. But he's hacked litterly all of your devices before and knows everything about you! He'll tell you to, he's proud of himself.

📺 when he does get a body be prepared cause he's gonna wanna be with you every.single.moment.

📺 he's gonna make sure it has faux fur to, so you'll be more comfortable when he wants to give you affection.

📺 he'll do litterly anything you'll ask him to, not matter how extreme it is. Want someone dead? They've already been stuffed in a suit. Got a persistent ex who's been harassing you? Not anymore!

📺 he's litterly perfect for you, or...so he tries to be.

"oooh y/n~ look what I found online, I thought it would be perfect for you! What is it? It's a wedding dress silly~!"

Extras:

Bon bon and bonnet 💙🩷:

💙 bon bon is a worshipping and delusional yandere. He tries his best to calm his best friend down so that he doesn't accidentally hurt you! He definitely doesn't want that...

💙 he knows his behavior may be unhealthy he thinks that he's not doing anything wrong, that's the delusional part. What do you mean keeping you is kidnapping?! He's just speeding up the living process :)

💙 if your outwardly upset he understands that this may be scary but you'll get used to it eventually! It gonna be even worse if F.freddy is yandere to. You really aren't leaving...

🩷 bonnet is a harmless yandere: she knows she and the others can be overbearing that's why she's there! She'll be your emotional support :D

🩷 as long as your happy, she's happy. She does get anxiety when you leave though...

🩷 she's the one who's escaped the most probably, her anxiety got the best of her. She doesn't mean any harm! She just wants to make sure your ok...

"don't worry! You'll get used to us, we love you!"

"um...bon bon they don't look very pleased...maybe we should send them home :,) "

(give this woman a RAISE tho, she is seriously trying to save your ass 😔✋)

[lemonstars8583]

hello fnafheads i am posting yet again THIS TIME um. it’s my own designs/redesigns of the ! people. from uhmmm the books n shit. fazbear frights. these are very rough refs but 👍👍👍👍 yknow.

for Millie i got both uhmmm her when she’s Lame but trying really hard to style herself in a whatever way she can bc she doesn’t have anything cool. then when she gets a glow-up because i think it’d be funnier if she lived honestly. is she wearing bracelets on her sleeves? yes. does she have ANY what she’s doing? no. is she rocking it? yeah. why didn’t she punch freddy’s eyes out btw? that would’ve been my first immediate instinct. like yeah he probably would’ve killed her but also what’s he gonna do he’s busted. if i’m going down i’m taking you with me bitch see you back in the scrapyard bye <3 (he is my most favoritest ever)

umm then there’s kasey and i caaaannoooot stress to you how much i fucking HAATE. HATE her canon design i hate it. she looks so ugly and ALSO it makes no sense bc if she literally didn’t have the means to get any nice clothes in the story and had to try to steal them, then WHY IS SHE DEPICTED WITH NICE CLOTHES?? FULL MAKEUP? JEWELRY? DYED-BLONDE HAIR? i don’t understand. make up your mind.

Sarah!! <3 i think it would be so cool if eleanor pulled a You Won’t Die 😈 on her and forced her to live as some horrific half flesh half metal wire-y mess. i think that’d be more horror. idk i’m tired of people just kind of Dying and That’s It. like kasey didn’t so good for her Ballora fucked right off after she gave the glasses back but still. idk lol Sarah needed more to her. she slipped on a fucking banana peel and all of a sudden her entire body falls apart? the artificial mess of a body she’s been living in for weeks? all it took was one little trip and fall for it to entirely disassemble? what????? 😭😭😭 idk i don’t get it. also i HAVENT MADE THE FUCKED UP VERSION OF HER YET!! SORRY!! i’ll post that later ig whateva

ok um thank you bye.

also i’m like. mapping out an AU to combine all of these stories. or. Have Been for a while. also i hate eleanor so i’m trying to make a reason for her not to exist because i really don’t even know why she does? like idk. who are you. where is circus baby. my beloved circus baby. you freak you poser. idk i mean good for her for fucking everything up for no reason but also why did you do that. why are you real.

[dianasaurusrex102]

Maybe it gets better? (I could wait, it'd be my pleasure) Pt.2!!

Authors Note and CW’s under the cut :p

Authors Note: Oh hey :D I didn’t take nearly 2 years to write the sequel wdym? And I most certainly didn’t set the ground work for a whole series that I definitely can’t finish but will do what I can, that’s insane!! Anyways thanks for those who came from the first part or those who I promised a part two and have been waiting (I see and appreciate you!!). This one is for my sapphic girls!! Ballora is the one out of the three who gets the least amount of love so I’m correcting that. Also giving my femcel core girls some rep, I can have my cake and eat it too! Comments and reposts are my food so part three might not take a whole year if I’m fed but who knows :) I absolutely hate when fanfic writers out their fan art into fics so I’m making seeing their redesigns options is you’d like to see the click here.

(Also @crazyytogetherrr @azmosposts @cherryxsapphic pspspsps come get your long over due food)

Content Warning(s): Female reader and anatomy, insane amounts of pet names, obsessive behavior (mild daydreaming of kidnapping in a non serious tone), and of course smut

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You came back just like you said you would, you were never one to go back on your promises of course. But now you were standing in the office you'd originally sworn you’d never come back to. Thankfully, this time you know what you're getting into. 

The hours before you got here were spent pacing and almost obsessively debating if going back was the best idea. Your mind went back and forth on whether Ballora invited you back out of pure politeness (do robots even feel the need to be polite??) Or if she genuinely wanted you back, if that was the case would the others want you there too? 

With those thoughts weighing you down you gave yourself 5 minutes of wallowing in your own anxieties so if you ultimately chose to stand her up you had the option to run away with your metaphorical tail in between your legs. But now with your time running out, and no convincing reasons to turn back you straightened up your outfit in the smudged, dirty reflection of the window.

You dressed up, meaning a pretty sweater and skirt instead of your more casual clothes. Even if only 2 out of your 3 robotic friends (lovers?) would be able to see you, you wanted to look your best for this second meeting.

Your hands shook as you flattened out the last wrinkle on your sweater, your thoughts racing a mile a minute. You were in actual mortal danger last time you came here, yet here you were more worried about your outfit then hightailing it out of there all because a couple unsettlingly sentient robots made your entire year in one night.

You checked the time on your phone for the umpteenth time, 11:59 stared back. It was now officially too late to take the cowards route, excitement and unease mixed in the pit of your stomach as the reality of your situation dawned on you. 

This was fine, right? You'd be fine?

You squeezed your eyes as tight as you could, hoping your almost debilitating anxiety would quiet down. You conjured up the memories you'd been replaying in your head over and over again. Ballora embracing you in the dimness of her room, holding onto you as if you would disappear if she let up. Foxy's toothy smile as he procured a Funtime Foxy plush to keep you company. Even Freddy's giddy monologue as he absent-mindedly squeezed his arms around you.

They loved- liked you… didn't they? Maybe love was too strong of a word for only one meeting, but you had only met them the same night you decided to sleep with them. Your mind finally slowed down, any self-doubt being filed away for another time.

Love or not, you were going to make good of your promise. You opened your eyes as you took a deep breath, stars dancing across your vision because of your prior eye squeezing. This was your new life now, secret lewd relationships with robots and casual breaking and entering. 

You slipped your phone into your backpack's side pocket, you'd come prepared this time with a blanket, some water, snacks, and your aforementioned funtime Foxy plushie.

With one last check in the mirror to make sure you looked your best, you inched towards Ballora's door, only stopping once you grasped the handle. 

"This is a good idea, a great idea even!" You thought to yourself, blood pressure surely sky rocketing into unsafe levels as you slowly opened the door. Serene, classical music filled your ears and immediately put you at ease. You walked a couple more steps, eyes feverishly scanning for Ballora but her voice found you first,

"Y/N?" Her voice was an uncharacteristic whisper,"Is that you?" She had one foot on her stage, seemingly in the middle of getting on.

"Yes! Uh- I mean yes?" You awkwardly responded, an unintended shrill tone escaping you. Minireenas hurriedly teetered away in their ever cute fashion, thankfully taking your mind off of you already botching your greeting.

"S-Sorry I'm a little late I was-" An explanation was on the tip of your tongue, but Ballora's sudden rush towards you momentarily threw you off. In an honestly disturbing display of speed she made her way to your side, immediately scooping you up into the air with her arms under your armpits. A disgruntled squeak left your lips as she spun you around once, then twice, before hugging you close to her chest as laughter spilled from her lips.

"I-I-I thought you weren't coming! I was so worried that you'd leave us behind. That'd you f-forget about us!" Relief was all but palpable in her tone, clearly beyond herself with excitement, "B-But you're here! You're really here! My dearest y/n…" 

Affection was oozing off of every word she spoke, such raw emotion cutting right through you. Your heart warmed with her caring sentiment but her tight bear hug was firmer than you'd like, constricting you to the point that you could barely breathe. 

"Ballor-a? I can't- really breathe-" You felt bad not openly reassuring her, but you felt like she'd appreciate it if you didn't pass out on her. She let out a surprised noise, quickly releasing her grip and setting you on the ground. 

"Ah! I apologize, I didn't mean to get so emotional" Ballora murmured, wiping her hands on her cloth skirt in an antsy motion. Her posture quickly turned dejected, faceplates shifting and face souring in tandem. A dull ache remained at your sides but you quickly ignored it,

"No! No please don't apologize, that was just a little too tight" You gazed worriedly at her closed eyes, arms moving to hug her waist,"I would never forget you Ballora, I'm sorry I made you feel like that" For the first time in your life you cursed the gods for not making you an optimal height for kissing animatronics, even on your tippy toes you barely even hit her chin. 

A thankful smile pulled at her lips, you reached a hand up in an unusual show of confidence and gently guided her down to your level. You hesitantly slid your lips against hers, feeling the firm, cool metal against your softer human ones. Ballora's mouth was seemingly only specialized for mimicking realistic speaking, meaning that unfortunately for the both of you, fluid kissing was not possible.

Even then just the firm press of your lips to hers was enough to convey every reassurance you wanted to. You pulled away to gauge her reaction and make sure you hadn't overstepped. It seemed like quite the opposite was true, as Ballora smiled down with a giddy expression.

"Well aren't you a romantic honey? Thank you" You weren't quite sure if she was thanking you for the kiss or for the kind words you reciprocated, your mind too busy gazing at her teeth. Now that you were up close and personal you could see her seemingly human-in-shape teeth taper at the ends just enough to be noticeably sharp. A small shiver ripped through you at the thought of what those teeth could do, 

"I would love to kiss you some more, hun but I do have to give you something" Ballora said, changing the subject and disentangling the two of you so she could twirl her way to her stage. You trailed behind, already needy and missing her warmth but still eagerly watching her blindly grope behind the drawn curtains beside her stage.

"Foxy helped me get this from the workers today, figured you'd might be interested sweetheart" She procures a piece of paper from its hiding spot, eagerly handing it to you in order to hear your reaction. The front read "Circus Baby's Pizza World" with a smaller "Help Wanted" just under it. Cutely drawn representations of the animatronics littered the page, pointing at the long list of jobs. 

The starting pay of each job was an almost eye popping large amount, the lowest paying job paying more than double your current job. The icing on the cake was the sentence at the bottom "No Prior Job Experience Needed", a smile grazed your face as soon as you read the words.

"I assure you I'm not attempting to indoctrinate you," Ballora joked, "After this week, there's a good chance that they will be putting keycard locks for the nightshift, the easiest way for us to bypass this would be for you to be employed here! But if that's not favorable we could figure something else out dear, no worries''

"This is perfect! I'd love to work with you guys, I'm not sure if they'd actually hire me but I can try!" You said, excitement emanating from you.

"The whispers from the staff assure me that management is, quote, 'floundering for new hires' so while I may not be privy to the details, I can imagine someone as wonderful as you will be picked up in no time" Her hand found its way to your lower back, dangerously close to your butt (not that you minded). The reassuring pressure left your skin pleasantly buzzing, you busied yourself by flipping to the paper around.

A basic job application form with almost laughably low quality confetti in the background stared back at you, it couldn't be that easy right? A job this high tech wouldn't just have you fill out a form, there had to be a catch. 

You bit your lip, what if they just didn't choose you? Your meager associates degree didn't even earn you anything above a grueling low paying office job, how the hell were you supposed to convince them to let you deal with such sophisticated animatronics?

You shouldn't have come back, you should have known that. Even if your intuition always tried to psych you out of everything you did, no matter how big or small, you knew better than to get your hopes up for something as good as the prospect of finally connecting with someone.

A small taste of copper exploded in your mouth, a direct result of your teeth overworking your lip. Despite the pain, you dig them in further as you try to think of anything to say.

"I'm sure you'll make the right decision" Ballora said unprompted, "I must say I've missed your voice, might we sit down and talk? How's that sound?" Without any eyesight she must have taken your silence as a cue to move on with the night. You were grateful for her stellar social skills, since they effectively pulled you out of your circling thoughts. You unlodged your teeth from your bloody lip,

"I'd love to, just- uh let me put my paper in my bag real quick" Your voice quivered a bit, as your anxieties still whispered in the back of your mind. Ballora either didn't notice your slight breakdown, or chose not to comment on it (both of which you were thankful for). She took a graceful step back, retracting her reassuring touch but allowing you space to get situated.

"I'm allowed to make decisions without thinking of every what if" You reminded yourself, kneeling down to delicately stuff the paper in your bag. 

You really did almost not come back, your mind rationalizing the fact that what you were dealing with down here was completely and utterly out of your control. Yet your body ignored any and all rationalizing, waking you up in the middle of the night in a puddle of your own arousal at the fuzzy memory of cold metallic fingers dancing along your body.

You zipped your backpack up, noisily announcing that your task was done in order to notify Ballora, who in turn made a small nod in your direction. You could see the semblance of a smile grace her face as she turned to the nearest wall. You pushed your backpack so it leaned against the nearby stage, quickly clamoring onto your feet to follow her.

"Whatever happens will happen" At least you were wanted here (which really couldn't be said for anywhere else you went sadly). But hell if you weren't going to make the most from it. You watched eagerly as Ballora carefully maneuvered herself into sitting against the wall, metal screeching as she finally hit the floor.

"I'm… not so graceful when it comes to sitting. Us animatronics really were only made to stand" Ballora joked, a refined giggle lacing her words. She seemed a bit bashful at her lack of elegance but continued on anyway, patting her lap invitingly. 

"I think you're always graceful Ballora" You answered, sweetening up your tone to an artificial level. You carefully lifted one of your legs over her stretched out ones, and carefully lowered yourself into her lap. 

"I'm glad you think so, but be careful darling, all that flattering you're doing might get you more than what you bargained for" Ballora wasted no time, as soon as you completely sat your weight on her she let her hands roam free. Her long, segmented fingers found their way to your face.

Closing your eyes, you obediently stayed still while you let Ballora trace her finger tips over your features. She took in all the information she could, the height of your cheekbones, the roundness of your closed eyelids, the slope of your nose, only slowing when she pressed a thumb against your lips.

"You're quite beautiful y/n," Ballora murmured, "Times like these really make me jealous of the others, I bet you make such cute faces while we defile you" Your face broke out in a blush, response getting caught in your throat as she gingerly pressed her thumb past your lips. Almost on instinct, your tongue flicked up to meet it. You weren't sure if you were disappointed or relieved that you couldn't taste anything, but at the very least the cold metal was a pleasing sensation against your tongue.

"Good girl~" The praise spilled from Balloras lips with a playful lilt, your tongue stopping its minute kitten licks as a whine unwittingly pushed its way out of your chest. Your eyes snapped open, embarrassment flooding your system at your involuntary reaction. Ballora, ever unphased by anything, has a pleased smile on her face.

"Now that's the reaction I was hoping for darling" she cooed, free hand wandering down the column of your throat. You had half a mind to pull back from the overwhelming mix of touch but in a swift purposeful move her other hand had made it down to your hip, stalling your squirming. You hadn't even noticed you were moving until she stopped you, your mind running a mile a minute and not getting a break as Ballora pressed your tongue down firmly.

"If you'd like to stop, just tap my wrist, okay?" You did your best to nod around her digit, "Let's keep at this, I think this is going just great" She leaned in to press a firm kiss against your hairline as her thumb got to work lazily petting your tongue until spit bubbled out the sides of your mouth.

Ballora rocked her thigh up just enough to press against your clothed mound, and you immediately knew you were done for. With a thumb in your mouth, an insistent pressure between your legs, and a hand that somehow snuck its way under your sweater any coherent thought was quickly squashed to make room for your growing libido.

"I can see the appeal of being inside someone now, shame only the boys get to" Ballora spoke in a nonchalant tone, cocking her head slightly at the choked noise you made. Only it wasn't just a choked noise, your knee-jerk reaction to the upsettingly hot comment was to inhale which quickly turned into you actually choking on your own spit. You quickly lean backwards, heaving slightly as you almost cough your lungs out.

"Too much?" Ballora asks as her hand not covered in spit pats your back, you take a second to even out your breaths before answering.

"No, just-" You wipe your mouth and let out one more cough, "I was just a little surprised 's all" Your embarrassment only worked to darken the flush on your cheeks, all the coughing didn't gross her out did it? 

"Sorry, sorry" The hand on your back urges you forwards, "What if I make it up to you? Hm? How's that sound princess?" Her cloyingly sweet tone calms your nerves, 

"Yeah, I'd like that…" You whispered quietly, allowing yourself to be coaxed forward. You leaned your weight against her chest, unabashedly nuzzling into her smooth neck. Reveling in the shudder she gave in response to the touch, you wrap your arms around her torso.

"Sweet thing, and here I thought you wanted to take a breather" Balora teased while easing her left hand, still tacky with spit, under your skirt. "And for the record I wasn't joking about wanting to be inside you~" Now that you didn't have a foreign object in your mouth you could successfully give a sharp inhale, no choking involved. 

"Foxy's the only one with custom parts, though with some convincing I could probably get either of them to swap with me" Probing fingers massaged the meat of your thigh, and you have to settle the adrenaline in your veins to form a response.

"Custom… parts?" 

"Oh yes, they didn't build Foxy that pretty on accident" Ballora elaborated, "Though I do admit we did help each other from time to time, we haven't done much experimenting, well, not before you came honey" That certainly got your attention, wiggling in her lap as her fingers finally grazed where you needed them.

"Cute~" the simple comment combined with her free hand effortlessly lifting your hips just enough to where she could press against you drew a needy noise out of you. 

“When you say helping each other you mean…?” You had to ask because she couldn’t possibly be implying what you thought she was, in the back of your mind you were vaguely aware that she had rendered you incapable of speaking more than half a sentence.

“Well, after a certain adorable human snuck her way into our hearts it opened a new…” Her fingers nonchalantly snuck their way into your panties, “world of possibilities for us. We are children’s entertainers at heart, but a night like that after months of inactivity is hard to move past.” Your ears burned with embarrassment, partly relieved that you weren’t the only one that was deeply affected by what transpired. Her chilled fingertips busied themselves by ghosting over your clit before smoothing over your folds,

”But that’s enough about us, tell me y/n, did you miss us too?” Ballora mused, digits now moving in a smooth, languid motion only aided by your slick. 

Of course you missed them, how could you not? You’d replay that night over and over again in your brain almost obsessively, every detail searing itself into your brain. At night when you were just trying to catch a wink of sleep, in the morning while you robotically went through your pre-work routine, in the evening while you drove home. Nearly every moment you were left to your devices was filled with the knowledge that not only did you technically trespass on a newly opening business, but also had two rounds of sex with the performing animatronics while in constant peril. 

The insanity of losing your virginity at a pizzeria chain only squandered by the pure lust that surged through you at the reminder that you in fact lost your virginity, that someone (something? Do animatronics count as people?) in fact wanted to have sex with you. And being wanted was one of the most addicting feelings you’ve ever felt.

”Of course I missed you guys,” You sighed blissfully, “It was -ah- crazy hard to even sleep-“ An incessant nudge against your entrance made your words taper off as more sounds tumbled off your tongue.

“Oh?” Ballora’s tone took a dangerously raspy edge, “Don’t tell me you were touching yourself to the thought of us, naughty girl”

”N-No, it was- just” One of her fingers teasingly threatening to press inside momentarily distracted you, “Dreams..? I’ve never been good at- by myself-“

”By yourself?” She prompted, her fingers stilling being both a blessing and curse.

“Y’know- uh getting myself off? At least wh-en I’m awake” God, you were really telling her about that huh? You guessed that people who were intimate with each other talked about this kind of stuff.

”Hmmmm~” Her pointer finger eased itself halfway inside you, “Poor thing, you must’ve been so pent up huh? Glad we could help you even when we’re apart. You said dreams?” Each time she prompted you to talk was surely taking years off of your life, you clenched up uselessly around her unmoving digit.

”Ballora- please just? Move?” You pleaded, thighs tensing as you attempted to shift in any way, only to be reminded of her iron hold on your hips.

”You get pretty spacey when I move, princess. I’m helping you out a little, making it easy. Why don’t you tell me about those dreams?” You let out a peeved puff of air, but obliged.

”It wasn’t anything crazy, just…” You said, trying to find the right words. “You -ngh!- guys kept showing up in my dreams? I’d wake up all- gross and sweaty.” That seemed to be what Ballora was looking for if the way she brought you impossibly closer and nuzzled your temple was anything to go by. Her warm breath puffed around the shell of your ear, making you shiver but quickly still when her lips inched close.

”Your body knows it’s ours.” Sharp teeth gingerly closed around your ear, ever mindful not to maim; just to impose their presence. “You’re wonderful Y/N~ You came back to me like the good girl I knew you were, and now I can bring your dreams into reality. Is there anything in particular you’d like, princess?”

“Anything- Everything? Please?” You didn’t even know what you were trying to say, only desperate to say the right things to get her hands fawning over you again. Your dreams more often than not delved into a too-deep-and-fucked-up territory you would rather not vocalize nor realize.

Ballora’s smooth chuckle calmed any remaining nerves, the muscles in your body singing as her hand got back to work; The finger inside of you effortlessly sliding completely into your welcoming heat while her thumb blindly felt its way up to your clit. While your immediate impulse was to shift, you were stopped by the smallest pinpricks of pain blooming as her teeth bared down,

”Careful dear, I might hurt you if you squirm too much.” Ballora practically purred. You made a vaguely understanding noise, doing your best to quell your nerves and not move. Another correct response got you another one of her fingers, their lazy movement making your head spin.

”Ballora?” Her name left your lips before you could stop it, spoken just between a gasp and whine. The teeth on your ears again dug in just enough to make you jolt before releasing, Ballora smoothed over the warm sting with feather-light kisses.

”Yes, honey?” Now that the threat of having a chunk of your ear be ripped off was less of an immediate concern, your hips eagerly angled so you could manipulate her fingers to hit the bundle of nerves inside of you that they seemed to be avoiding. You earned yourself a couple toe-curling zaps of pleasure until the hand on your hip gave a squeeze in warning.

”Naughty, what were you saying Y/N?” Her tone had just enough edge to make you regulate the overwhelming urge to implore her to move any faster.

”Um- I was thinking I could uh-“ Your voice shook, unused to asking for something so openly. “I could help you? We could finish together?” You leaned back so you could see her reaction clearer, not missing the way her fingers yet again slowed to a halt. Ballora’s faceplates shifted with a noise, a separate audible hiss of warm air escaping from somewhere sounded with it. 

You couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing, eyes still scanning her face as it pinched up with something you couldn’t decipher. Did you mess up the moment? Your hands trembled as you gripped her shoulders, brain already attempting to conjure up an apology for even asking. Of course she didn’t want your inexperienced hands on her, she didn’t offer for a reason and you just had to open your big mouth- A indulging smile spread on her lips, cutting through your small freak out over her perceived rejection.

”You want to make me feel good too princess?” She cooed, bringing her unoccupied hand to cup the back of your head and press a lingering kiss on your lips. “My perfect little girl is so considerate~” Your whole body jolted at the surge of praise, the warm feeling filling your lower belly only fueled by her fingers reanimating at a brutal pace.

”I’m perfectly content with just helping you out right now darling, nothing against you; I usually seldom indulge myself, direct pleasure can be a tad too overwhelming for me usually so if you’d let me feed off of yours this time I’ll keep your offer in mind for the future” Ballora traced warm kisses down your chin with unprecedented speed, leaving your mind reeling at the addicting onslaught of attention. All your inhibitions melted with every curl and pump of her fingers.

“Pretty little thing’s gonna come so quickly~” Your body instinctively curled into her, “Maybe I should drive things out even further…” 

“Please!” Was the only pitiful response you could muster up, already so worked up that you believed her obvious bluff. Ballora soothed your outburst with spindle-like teeth pressed gingerly against the skin of your neck,

”Ok~ You’re awfully needy Y/N~” She said. You gasped as she quickly withdrew her fingers from you, 

“I really would like more time for the two of us~ I should just tie you up and keep you in here with me, then I wouldn’t have to share” A protest died on your lips as three digits were practically shoved back into you.

”But that would be greedy of me unfortunately, I’ll just have to settle for giving you the best orgasms out of the group” Her casual, sincere way of talking lulled you into a warm sea of pleasure. She rendered you into a human puddle in her hold as you surrendered to her syrupy sweet words of affirmation.

Muscles aching from the way you wildly tensed up as she abused your sweet spot, head swimming as you felt overwhelming pressure curl in your gut every time her thumb worked at your clit; And even her teeth did their show of digging in just enough to make your skin crawl, was more than enough for Ballora to make good of her promise of making you have a world-resetting orgasm. You took big heaving breaths to try to keep yourself from becoming any more boneless, resting your entire weight on Ballora as tremors overtook your body.

You barely registered her words of vague praise, more focused on the way she slowly extracted her hand from inside your underwear- and by proxy yourself. Her now free hands had free reign to lovingly pet along your thighs,

“I’m guessing that was good?” She murmured kindly. 

“Mmmm” 

“I’ll take that as a yes” Her warm laugh washed over you, pleasant and somewhat tinny as it always was. Your arms wrapped around her neck again, a welcomed feeling of calm making you giddy enough to press appreciative kisses on whatever metal-plastic-skin-stuff of hers you could reach.

”Foxy and Freddy should be expecting us soon.” 

“Can we relax for a bit?” You asked, not feeling up to moving any time soon.

”Of course, darling~ Any more time I get to keep you to myself is time I will never take for granted. I never was good at sharing”

[masquayla-the-splendid]

Things I noticed about the music-realm of the fnaf fandom as of recently.

[From the person who did Paranormal Powerhouse]

My brain just fired an interesting set of neurons. I was thinking about how JT Music "remastered" some of his older fnaf songs, like Join us for a Bite, and Five Long Nights. Usually, JT Music never misses with his songs. Except for when he redoes them. Normally, I would describe the remakes of feeling too processed and the OGs more organic, but that's too vague for my point to get across.

I got a Reel on my feed the other day about the new Beetlejuice movie that showed images of behind the scenes pictures from the original movie, and the new one. One of the comments said that although the new movie was good, Beetlejuice's outfit from the original felt more authentic, and the new one felt too much like it was a costume. (I can see it in the hair most, imo.)

That's how I would describe this situation with JT Music. Heck, even just current Fnaf Fan songs in general.

I haven't heard any new fnaf songs that stuck out to me in a while. To me, the new ones just sound like someone just picked a cool synth and played 4 chords and went "OOG THE BEAR IS APPROACHING~" lmao.

Idk they just sound less...from the heart. Compare the "You might look at me-" "-you're not alone, Baby" part of the original Join us For a Bite, and the remake. They got rid of the huge chords the vocals did on "crazy," and the delivery doesn't sound like she's about to lose it. She just sings it and the autotune does the rest.

A number of other songwriters that made pretty good songs back then have fallen off too, I noticed.

Idk if it's because this is how these artists are making a living, so they gotta pump out content all the time. Tryhardninja has been uploading multiple music videos for songs from like, 2016. (They're good animations though.) It's all in the matter of taste though, I guess.

But it's a shame, because all the older songs that were fire, the writers ended being creeps, or have just been absent from the internet or the fandom for a while. Mandopony's songs felt like they came straight out of a musical. They made great use of harmonization, and painting a scene in your head. [I've never come across a song made by a brony that was mid.] That kind of style has yet to be replicated, because I don't want him returning anytime soon.

Idk what happened to Groundbreaking, other than he stopped making fnaf music specifically, but he was really good at writing character, and catchy instrumental breaks. The sounds he chose for each character song fit them very well. His style was very electronic and industrial.

Similar notes for Griffinilla, with the added bonus of the scenes in Stay Calm. Then he turned into Fandroid. His Freddy song is pretty good too. The lyrics are pretty generic, but I like the wacky instruments used. Not a fan of the Ballora song. I did recently hear about him being a groomer though. Can't have nothin in Hurricane.

Shameless plugin, that's why when I wrote Paranormal Powerhouse, (and Bolts4Brains) I was taking those aspects into account. I never hear vocals harmonize anymore, or singing in character, or silly voices in general. Those add texture, imo. The instruments I chose were very specific. I wanted it to sound mechanical and haunting, while keeping the overall lighthearted campy nature these games have, thus, the title of the song. (Totally has nothing to do with the level "Lava Powerhouse" from Sonic Spinball.) Even the drums are meant sound like clunky robotic movement.

The Genesis is capable of very harsh and edgy sounds, which would be perfect for the industrial side. It's capable of atmospheric sounds as well, ex. Ecco the Dolphin. It also shares a soundchip with arcade cabinets from at least mid 80s, so I tried to replicate instruments from certain arcade games, because FFP has an arcade. The Snes plugin was used for softer sounds the Genesis couldn't achieve the way I wanted, like the wonky piano.

I did add a sort of autotune to my vocals, but a real quality autotune plugin costs money, so I used Reaper's built in manual pitch correction. On top of that, I added a light chorus effect for the main melody, and a bit crush at that part where Phone Guy starts to break it down, and the animatronics provide a counter melody, leading up to Chica's solo.

Idk maybe I'm just not in the loop with the current music scape, and when I am, I just get really unlucky. It's hard to tell, because I hardly ever come across a fnaf fan that's also a music nerd. Like I'm just finding videos talking about the Watch Your 6 motif. Did we all like subconsciously know this and just decide to talk about it, or did the right people just start noticing it at the right time?

[oftenwantedafton]

Pas de Deux - William Afton x Female Ballerina Reader ~ A Ballora Origin Story

Finale

Warnings for mention of pregnancy, referenced character death

Taglist @dxstopiaa

Also available on AO3

A cold spring rain falls on the day of your audition for the University of Utah’s School of Dance program.

You’ve already submitted your application for the ballet BFA program, including a generously written recommendation from Mrs. Afton, who’d sent it to your address without prompting. You cannot bear to look at her neat signature for very long, the cursive of that last name instantly stabbing through your heart.

There are a long line of hopeful prospects waiting when you reach the school holding the tryouts. You’re chosen somewhere near the middle of that group to perform. You’ve never been more nervous, tense at first as you begin but losing yourself in the performance soon after.

You can’t tell by the instructor’s expressions if they’re impressed or not, quickly dismissing you once you’ve finished and signaling for the next person in line to step forward. There’s nothing left for you to do but take the bus back to Hurricane.

The rain continues to fall.

You slip inside a nearby phone booth, digging around for quarters in your bag and thumbing several into the slot. Your mother answers, the enthusiasm and excitement clear in her voice. You wish you could feel the same way, the doubts muting your tone as you recount the audition’s events. You hear her ask if you’re okay, a daily query now. She has no idea what’s happened between you and William, of course; the shameful secret remains just that. You reassure her you’re fine, just tired, and that you’ll be heading home now.

You’ve just hung the phone back on its cradle and folded the sliding door to exit the booth when you notice a familiar automobile parked a short distance away.

Your heart lurches and your stomach rolls. You haven’t spoken to William since that last phone conversation four weeks ago. You’d assumed he’d given up, moved on, was too busy to spare you another moment’s thought.

Yet there he is, barely visible through the rain streaked windshield, dark hair and pale skin and shadowed eyes and you misstep, stumbling off the curb, a puddle of rainwater splashing and soaking through your clothing.

The vehicle approaches you at a cautious crawl, drawing even with you and halting, the window cranked down, and the look he gives you, that absolute desperate want, makes the supply of tears you’ve thought exhausted begin anew, lost amidst the downpour.

“Get in the car.”

His words are so soft they’re nearly buried underneath the collision of water to the earth, difficult to discern under the dull metallic sound as the rain strikes the roof of the sedan.

You stare at him, oblivious to your surroundings, everything narrowing in on the man seated there. “How did you know where I was?”

His lips press together in a thin line. “I was told—it doesn’t matter. For Christ’s sake, just get in the car, you’re soaked.”

You shake your head, sniffling. ”I don’t want to.”

The driver’s knuckles blanch as his grip on the steering wheel tightens. “Please, get in the car. I need to talk to you.”

You hesitate.

“I’m begging you.”

Your fingers reach for the chrome handle and tug, nearly slipping free before you can get a good grasp of it. You throw your bag to the floor and your body collapses into the seat above it.

He leans towards you as if to kiss you, but you inhale sharply and turn your face away.

The storm intensifies by the time William pulls into the rear parking lot of the restaurant, the windshield wipers squeakily protesting at the brisk pace they’re forced to maintain until he shuts the engine off.

You feel his eyes on you but you cannot force yourself to meet his gaze. The car suddenly seems so cramped and suffocating, and you find it hard to breathe.

“Come inside with me. You must be freezing. You can get changed and—”

“No. I don’t want to. I’m not going back in there.”

“Why not?”

“Because there’s no point, William.” You muster the courage to turn and face him. You hate yourself for how badly you want to surrender; to pretend you’d never been driven apart; that your world within the space of his arms is still intact.

“What did she say to you that day?” His voice is quiet amidst the downpour.

You’ve had that conversation on replay in your mind over and over. It hasn’t gotten any easier to listen to. “That you were using me. That you’d throw me away when you got tired of me.”

“And you believed her?” William huffs in disbelief.

“I don’t know. Why would she lie?”

“To get back at me. To hurt you.”

“Well, it worked, didn’t it?” Your eyes burn. “Please take me home now.”

The older man shifts, beginning to lean in your direction and you recoil. He sighs, lifting the latch for the glove compartment, then removes a small gift box wrapped in pink paper and matching bow. He drops it into your lap and shoves the compartment closed, easing back into his seat.

“What is this?” You stare at the offering.

“Graduation gift. Couldn’t give it to you that night, obviously.”

You hesitate, toying with the loops of the bow on top of the box.

“I don’t think I should accept this.”

He sighs, digging into his shirt pocket for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Please, just open it.”

You tuck your thumb under one of the folded edges, tearing the paper wrapping. The box inside is wooden, varnished and embellished with scrolled pieces of metal. You lift the lid slowly and are greeted with a soft music box melody, a tiny ballerina inside turning in accompaniment to the gentle tinkling sounds. You recognize the tune as the same one he’d hummed against your cheek that night in the ballet studio.

“Schubert’s Serenade,” he murmurs quietly, staring seemingly at nothing through the rain blurred driver’s side window, one thumb worrying over a crack in the padded vinyl edge of the door, the cigarette he’s selected still unlit.

“It’s beautiful.” Your voice is thick with emotion.

“I’m not using you,” he says quietly. “I could never do that. I’m not a monster, in spite of whatever you were told, or whatever you may think.”

You remain silent, your fingers tracing over the gilded edges of the music box as you gently close it.

“I wasn’t with you just because I wanted to have a fling on the side or just…get off. I wanted to build a life with you. I still want that.” His arm folds and he presses a fist against his mouth.

“You keep telling me how beautiful and perfect I am. What happens when I grow older and I’m neither of those things anymore?”

He looks over at you.

“Is it really me you love, or the idea of me? Like that robot ballerina you want to construct. You want something eternally beautiful. There’s a reason that doesn’t exist in real life.”

He shakes his head, tucking the cigarette between his lips and lighting it. “Christ, she’s really poisoned you against me.” He inhales deeply and sends the smoke towards the cracked window.

“It’s not her, William. This is coming from me.”

“So that’s it, then? You’re finished with me? You don’t love me any more?”

You swallow past the lump forming in your throat. “I still love you.”

He turns to face you. “Then why are you doing this?”

“Because I’m afraid.”

“Of what?”

“I’m afraid you’re going to break my heart.”

“I would never do anything to hurt you.”

“Maybe not intentionally. But still. I don’t want to end up like her.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“How do you know that for certain?”

“Because you’re not her.” He takes another drag and combs the other hand through his hair in frustration. “My relationship with her didn’t fail because she got older or less desirable. It failed because we’re incompatible. We both wanted different things out of life. When I say you’re perfect, I mean you’re perfect for me.” He cautiously reaches out and tucks a damp strand of hair behind one ear, knuckles ghosting against your cheek before he lets his hand drop back in his lap.

“What if I get accepted into the university?”

“I doubt it’s an if. Of course you’ll get in.”

“It’s three hundred miles away.”

The end of the cigarette flares as he takes another drag, nodding. “So I’ll drive the four hours to see you whenever I can and we’ll see each other when you come home on breaks. It’s only a two year program; it’ll go by faster than you can imagine.”

“The distance will bother you. It will bother both of us.”

Another deep inhale. The paper roll is vanishing quickly. “Are you looking for excuses for this not to work out?”

“No.” The rainfall nearly extinguishes that small denial. You hate how practical you are now. It had been so much easier to be lost in the romance of it all just a short month ago. Time had flowed so differently then. Now you're facing decisions that will affect the rest of your life. “How long will it take to get the divorce?”

“Lawyer said probably around three months since it’s uncontested. We’re selling the studio and the house. She’s moving back in with her parents for now. I have to find an apartment.” He scratches absently at his brow. “I’m planning on keeping the restaurant open. I’ve invested too much into it to just abandon it outright. Maybe I can find somebody to help me run it. There was someone I met back in college who seemed interested in the idea. I could try to track him down. It’s too much for one person to manage anyway.”

He sighs, taking in another lungful of nicotine, letting his head fall back against the headrest. He looks exhausted again, like he had back when you’d first started having the affair.

“There’s a studio that’s looking for an assistant instructor in La Verkin. Before we…I was thinking of working for a year, saving up some money. I could defer enrollment.”

He shakes his head, flicking ash from the butt out the window. “No. I’m not going to be the reason you don’t go to college. You’re too gifted to waste it.” His lips twist into a bitter smile. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not that selfish.” His eyes find yours. “Will you come back to me, when you’re finished?”

You inhale deeply, nod, watch as he gathers the last of the smoke before he leans towards you, exhaling inside your mouth, all ash and heat.

You should never have gotten in the car with him that day; never accepted his smoke tinged kisses and heated promises.

If only you had known, but how could you; how could anyone ever have predicted all of the terrible things that were to come?

***

You return back to Hurricane a week sooner than you’d promised, the first of a pair of surprises for William.

You’d forgotten how small the town was; how cramped and intimate the buildings were. You look through the cab’s rear passenger window at the ballet studio, now under new management with a different name, and you think about your first kiss in that alley two years ago after your hands had tangled. Your own left one is heavier with the engagement ring he’d placed there six months earlier.

It’s a weekday and the pizzeria isn’t crowded yet; that will undoubtedly be changing soon with the coming of summer vacation. A flood of memories washes over you as you make your way to the employees entrance. The door to the manager’s office is cracked open and your heart beats a little faster. His last visit had been six weeks ago.

You push the door open the rest of the way gently and the bearded man inside is a stranger, rummaging among some papers on the desk. He looks up at you and his hands grow still.

“Can I help you?”

“I’m looking for William.”

“He’s out back for a cigarette break, I think.” He pauses, studying you. “I know who you are. I‘ve heard a lot about you. His prima ballerina.”

You flush. “I’ve heard a lot about you, too. You must be his business partner.”

“Henry Emily. Pleasure to meet you.” He offers a hand and you shake it. “Is he expecting you? I would have thought he’d have gone to pick you up.”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Ah. Well, in that case, your secret is safe with me.” He smiles. “You know your way around, or you want me to point you in the right direction?”

“Actually, I’ve always found it to be a bit of a maze back here. I wouldn’t mind the assistance.”

He nods, guiding you to an exit door that leads to the rear parking lot.

You lean your weight against the bar and the door releases, granting you access to the warm sunlight outdoors.

He’s there, just to your left, leaning back against the bricks and mortar, a lazy trail of smoke drifting from the cigarette pinched between index and middle finger.

Your eyes meet at the same moment and the lit paper roll falls from his fingers. He’s on you in seconds, wrapping his arms around you, crushing you against him.

“You’re back,” he breathes beside your ear. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have taken the day off and come to get you.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise.”

His lips find yours, gentle at first, then pressing with increasing fierceness, wet and possessive.

“William, wait. I have something else to tell you,” you pant between kisses.

“I’m going to tell Henry I’m leaving early. It’s not like I’m going to get any work done anyway. Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He nuzzles your throat, thumbs stroking over your hips.

“William.”

His head lifts and he draws back to look at your face, finally registering the seriousness in your tone. “What is it?”

“I’m late.”

“What?”

You reach for one of his hands, bringing it around to the front of your body and pressing softly against your abdomen.

The realization flares his eyelids. “You’re pregnant?”

You nod.

He smiles, giving a little surprised laugh. His forehead drops to rest against yours and he strokes over your belly. He tells you you’re perfect and he’s never been happier and for a time you believe it; you think he might have even meant it.

If only it could have stayed that way.

***

Your eyes are closed.

You’re aware, an artificial consciousness flaring into being, the operating system booting successfully after a few false starts. An electrical stimulus signals you to test your motor functions and you move your arm, hand opening and closing. The process repeats for the opposite side. Your lower extremities respond the same way. You feel something warm against your synthetic painted casing just above the details of the lace slippers and it stirs a memory from before. You’d been touched like this, back when you were flesh and blood. Caressed and desired. Promised forever. And here you are now; you’d gotten that eternity. Just not in the way you’d originally thought.

The voice that speaks to you is familiar, too. It’s rougher than it had once been, the cumulative years of smoking affecting the vocal cords’ abilities to vibrate, altering the sound to a coarse rasp. It bids you to respond to it and you do, the sound artificially processed and engineered to replicate your original voice as closely as possible. You hear a sharp intake of breath and feel something wet splash somewhere near one painted cheek. Tears, you think, your new artificial mind registering the sensation. You’d known these well. So many fallen over the years, some in joy, like during the birth of your first child; the loss of your youngest at such an early age. So much tragedy.

Ballora.

A name is spoken, and you recognize it as your own, a new one to accompany your new body, an identity for your new consciousness. The memories are tucked back into the recesses of your data storage. You have no use for them now.

You open your eyes.

[melanodis]

plex michaels insides must be an absolute nightmare of poor cable management. bro looks like one of those shoddily built pcs youd find for like $20 on ebay that would spontaneously combust if you ever turned it on in there. its a good thing they scooped out his guts before crawling up in there cause theyd be getting all tangled up in all that metal like a pair of cheap earbuds in ur pocket. jeremy sticking his hands in there to fix him is like shoving yourself elbows deep in a tumbleweed made out of steel wool. its all metal wires and cables and eyeballs in there and theyre all constantly squirming and writhing and getting all tangled up in each other its a mess. motherfucker could have a family of rats living in there and hed never know because their nest would look just like his mass of cables. get this man some zip ties so jeremy can go through and organize those fuckin things properly god PLEASE

sorry I thought about jeremy putting his hands in there again and I blacked out

It's a necessary evil, and he does feel bad for doing it, but Jeremy will usually taze him in order to shut Ennard down temporarily so he can get some work done without it trying to grab at his hands and undo any organization he does with each session... though it will get undone eventually. It's like a snake; refuses to be restrained and will do anything in their power to break anything that tries, they've gotta BREATHE man, even if that means squirming around freely and causing quite the anxiety. It's like the feeling of bees buzzing in your bones. But at least while Ennard is unconscious, Michael can have an hour or two of quiet with Jeremy without all the nauseating static in his ears, even if he can't really talk without their voicebox. They don't really get to talk one on one that often anymore; Jeremy is well aware that Michael is... yknow, aware, but that it's not himself speaking most of the time.

Not sure if anyone's ever actually noticed, but his eyes will be purple when Ennard is active (with Ballora's eyes) and just plain white when not, like every other iteration.

[anessthetic]

hi i'm here to talk about springlora and why it's actually a good ship people are just not thinking it through. in the canon, it's kinda assumed that while ballora isn't his wife, that william made ballora in the image of his wife. so even after becoming springlocked would look to her as something good. cause i refuse to believe a man who had everything who got locked in a furry costume who is now forced to live out the rest of his days angry and in pain won't look at that animatronic ballerina he made with his own 2 hands and not love her.

ok i'll get off my soapbox now.

THIS >>>>

I actually believe that William sincerely loved his wife and take care of all the associations with her, so he made this animatronic, in her likeness. (by the way, he repeated the same with Elizabeth, in my opinion, made Baby in the image of his daughter :D)

in my mind, even after the death of his wife, he spent a lot of time with Ballora, listening to the recordings of his wife’s voice (she voiced her), as if in vain hoping that she would return to him :( in my headcanons she died, but under what circumstances I can’t say (NOT BECAUSE I’m going to tell my plot in detail, but simply because the ideas are constantly changing).

and finally, she came back when he had already become a Springtrap🤧

[parsheliii]

The funtimes Q&A is officially open!

If you are interested, please take a look to the rules! ❤️ ↓

"Welcome young and elder to the brand new Pizza Place! Where all can have fun with our circus artists, joining them in their spectacular and interactive shows! While enjoying some pizza and ice cream!

Who are this artists you may ask? Let's start presenting them to you!

Stefan, or commonly known as... Fun Bear! Where he is always followed by his tiny bunny puppets, Bon Bon and Bonnet! Want to have some fun? You'll be in good hands with them!

Onix and Fina, mostly known as... Fun Fox and Chicken Fun ! Watch them in their fabulous and elegant acrobatics shows, if you like to see this dangerous and exciting experiences!

(All performances are being done by professionals, don't try this at home)

Bellinda! Our amazing and gorgeous ballerina! Want to have a really chill ballet show with classical music? Then you are in the great place! Bellinda and her Minireenas are here to make it real!

And last thing last... The clown here herself, Bianca Afton! But you can call me Circus Baby!

I'm no professional singer, but you can join me to sing along while enjoying a nice slice of pizza!"

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Rules/Info you need to know:

This is an AU, alternative universe, it might have stuff that isn't from the FNAF canon, if any idea isn't of your interest and send hate or want to say something like "but 'x' doesn't happend in the lore", etc, I'm warning you, that comment will be deleted/ignored

NSFW, weird asks or asks that make me uncomfortable are NOT allowed, they will be deleted

Asks or comments related to racism, homophobia, transphobia or politics, or simply any kind of problematic subject, they aren't allowed

Don't use/trace my art without permission!

This AU contains ships! If there is any that you don't like, keep your words!

The answers might have curse words, they'll be censored (If I remember lmao)

You are allowed to criticise the characters, but in a respectful way.

Some asks might be confusing for them if they talk about FNAF's canon lore or stuff, but you can ask! It's fine, it would be funny to see their reactions.

They are NOT ANIMATRONICS in this AU!

You can ask more than once in the same comment! I'll try to do them in a same page. (Max. 4 asks per comment)

You can call them by their canon names! But it is prefered their AU names.

You can ask them to do stuff as well! Depends on what kind of things, of course.

This is created for having fun and not to make any drama.

Have fun and be patient! I'm also human and have life outside, but I'll try to always post the answers as soon as possible :]

P.S.: You can JUST ask the characters in the list below! (I'll reblog everytime I add a new character or rule)

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Characters' full names:

Bianca Afton → Circus Baby

Bellinda Traid → Ballora

Stefan Farfan, Bon Bon & Bonnet (puppets) → Funtime Freddy

Onix Dedier →Funtime Foxy

Fina Rogers→ Funtime Chica

Billy Farfan (anthro version)→ Bon Bon

Brandy Farfan (anthro version)→ Bonnet

Lambert Dedier→ Funtime Lolbit

(The last three aren't in the picture, but you can ask them too!)

[morwap]

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒

➸ William Afton x f!reader,

➸ DARK!

➸ nav | w.a m.list

➸ MAJOR WARNINGS: major character death (YOU with mentions of his kids), murder (mentions of blood, descriptions of violence), toxic relationship

➸ kinda canon typical William so take that as a warning of its own, toxic relationship, DARK, only thing that's lore accurate is willy doing bad things, older man/younger woman, you are ballora, doesn't follow fnaf timeline bc I'm just writing and not thinking,

The bed was cold and empty, William wasn’t in bed with you but you should be used to that now. He’s been so distant these few months to the point you were about to snap, you want it to work so bad, after his wife, son, and daughter's death also paired with his son Michael hating him, you wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to him ever again but now he was making it so difficult and you couldn’t bare the coming home late, never coming to bed anymore, never being there when you wake up and spending all his time in that damn basement that was locked all the time.

You knew something was wrong, William's dark under eyes told you so but now you were thinking more of the time you had talked to Michael, especially the time when he came over when William was at work. You had thought he came to see him but no, he was making sure William wasn’t around.

Michael was frantic and said he was waiting for it, but you didn’t know what it was but knew it wasn’t good. He told you to be careful and if you see something, hear something to contact him immediately. He said he was looking for someone or something.

You remembered that he said William had picked you for a reason, a young girl that just moved to Hurricane that was ignorant about the town she was moving to, one he could manipulate and control and make sure you were only fed information that made him look perfect and that everyone else was just out to get him for no reason, a girl that had no clue about anything Afton Robotics related and you needed to get out while you could.

Now that you thought about it, you had no clue what Fazbear or fredbear was, no matter how many times Michael would say it it would always be hushed down and William had maybe said it once on your first date. The only thing you really heard of was that children were going missing and you only saw it because William was reading the newspaper at the kitchen table. As you thought more, he never went into detail about his work, and when you asked, he would just say he was in the “animatronic business” whatever that meant, but you never questioned it.

You sat up, hearing buzzing from the basement, it was always the damn basement. You rolled your eyes as you got out of bed, the floor was cold which made you just want to get back in your warm bed but you were upset and you wanted answers, you wanted William to open up and not leave you in the dark anymore.

Walking down the stairs as your gut told you to go back upstairs and just leave it till the morning.

You stood in front of the door that led to the basement, bangs, drills, and buzzing were heard. You tried to twist the nob, but it was locked. your anger grew and you kept trying to twist the knob and started pounding on the door.

The noises stopped but you kept twisting and banging on the door.

It unlocked and the door swung open. William stared at you as you took in his appearance.

He wore a grey shirt with black and blue pajama pants, stains covering the bottom of his shirt, a brownish black that looked like grease and oil, and red stains that covered the majority and went higher than the brownish-black stains.

Williams's face softened while yours just grew stern. He closed the door behind him.

“What are you doing up love?” he asked sweetly, he walked past you and got a glass from the cabinet, and filled it with water.

“What are you doing up is the real question, you’re in that basement all the damn time and have never, ever, told me what it’s about no matter how many times I ask” you snapped. Clenching your teeth while staring him down.

“It's nothing interesting darling, just work” he answered, so nonchalantly it made you sick.

You bit your cheek and crossed your arms.

“William, what’s fredbear and fazbear?” you asked, the look that went over Williams's face was terrifying.

“What did Michael tell you?” he asked.

William didn’t want this to happen, he tried keeping you in the dark about what he was doing, what he was planning. The blueprints of animatronics with things hidden in them to help do his bidding quicker with little cleanup, his entanglement with immortality and unintentional possession. he knew there was a line to what you could know, once you crossed that line he had to get rid of you.

“Enough to know you’re doing something wrong and I'm going to find out what it is,” you spat angrily.

You crossed the line.

William ground his teeth, why did you do this? Why did you listen to Michael.

You moved forward and snatched the key he had in his pocket, hurrying to the door.

“y/n don’t do this” he repeated as you unlocked the door and pushed it open. He walked after you, scarily slow.

You stormed down the steps. Finally getting to the basement was making your nerves go crazy. You could hear his footsteps which made it worse.

A blueprint with the label “circus baby” was on a table next to an animatronic, the wires in the face were shown and the face bits were stacked in a pile on the table. The exoskeleton of the torso was shown, the parts had a dark grimy red almost black substance covering them and you assumed he was cleaning it.

In the corner was a finished ballerina and on the floor was a white head of a fox head. There was a stack of newspapers on another table and more blueprints in a bucket on the floor.

You couldn’t get a word out before everything went black.

William made sure you wouldn’t feel anything, he acted quickly, stuffing you into ballora. His mind went from how Michael would notice this quickly, your family, circus baby rentals, and how quickly he could design. Towels now soaked red, his shirt completely ruined, he scrubbed at ballora hoping it wouldn’t stain her. He was annoyed, he had to do all this when it could’ve been avoided.

-

When you came to you couldn’t see, everything was black but you could hear everything around you. you felt weird like your body wasn’t yours, felt like you weren’t attached to your body but you were or were attached to what you thought was your body.

You couldn’t move, not as of right now and you wanted to freak out. You felt so betrayed, so angry.

A voice called out to you. A soft voice that called you ballora.

It explained to you what was going on and things will feel from now on, how you’ll feel programmed and do what you were built to do even if you tried to go against it but you would have your time to move freely once it came, you were confused but she told you that you would learn quickly.

[madhousebox]

"You're not so bad as everyone says"

[Español]

"No eres tan malo como todos dicen"

--- Entonces, aquí un panel estilo cómic/manga, donde Ballora le da a Springtrap un inocente cumplido, y él se comporta como un Tsundere UwU

Yo no tengo ni idea de cómo planificar un panel de cómic que sea legible y armonioso; sólo agrego lo que pienso que se ve bien. Así que si se siente sobrecargado, probablemente así sea 😬

De todos modos, estoy satisfecha en un 80% con este trabajo! Eso es mucho! Y se ve tan... pastel, y... esponjoso. ¿Eso tiene sentido? Esa es la sensación que me da 😅

---

[ENGLISH]

"You're not as bad as everyone says"

--- So, here's a comic/manga style panel, where Ballora gives Springtrap an innocent compliment, and he acts like a Tsundere UwU

I have no idea how to plan a comic panel that is readable and harmonious; I just add what I think looks good. So if this feel overloaded, probably is.

Anyway, I am 80% satisfied with this job! That's a lot! And it looks so...pastel, and...fluffy. That makes sense? That's the feeling it gives me 😅

[unfilteredaj]

Save me a Dance:

Pairing: William Afton X Employee!reader

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Synopsis: The reader is an employee at Circus Baby’s Pizza World, stationed in Ballora’s Dance studio and Gallery. The reader’s admiration of Ballora inspires them and they catch the attention of their boss, William Afton. (Set in a Movie and Sister Location combination AU where Afton never got caught and Spring Bonnie is still a featured character. Also this is FLUFF CENTRAL. You have been warned.)

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You watched as Ballora spun elegantly on her tiptoes around the group of children, who screamed with glee and tried to imitate her graceful movements. Ballora stopped slowly, clasping her robotic hands together gently.

“You’ve all done so wonderfully! Unfortunately, Circus Baby’s Pizza world is closing soon. I’ve had so much fun with you all today, my little Ballerinas. I’ll see you again very soon.” She lilted.

The kids all filed out of the studio, and soon you were alone, and the pizzeria was closed.

You began to clean up the various party hats, noise makers, and various other trash from Ballora’s area as she mechanically spun back to her stage and settled into a pirouette on her charging dock.

You swept, tidied up, and mopped the Dance Studio until all that was left was to wipe down Ballora herself.

Things usually never got too bad as far as Ballora herself went. Perhaps a smudge from small grease or pizza sauce stained hands. At the worst, a little girl had tried to share her cake with Ballora once, but even that ended up being alright. Your boss, the man who designed Ballora and all of the other Animatronics, designed them to stay easy to clean.

You finished wiping Ballora down, and took a moment to admire her beauty and elegance. All the while, she stayed dormant. All of the animatronics went dormant until fully charged each night.

You imagined her asking you to dance.

“Why, Miss Ballora!” You exclaimed in mock surprise, “Dance with you? Oh, what would they all think! It’ll be a scandal!”

You giggled contently, gently taking her hands and pressing yourself to her. You spun around with her, all the while staying anchored to the charging dock.

Spinning in circles, you hummed.

“Why do you hide inside these walls, when there is music in my halls? It’s so fun to sing and play..to-“

“-to dance, to spin, to fly away…” A deep voice echoed through the large room, almost giving you a heart attack.

You jumped away from Ballora as if she’d burned you. But your face was the only thing burning currently. Your wide eyes met the eyes of your boss, William Afton.

He looked… amused. He was still in his Funtime Bonnie suit, complete with a purple star covered vest and Large bow tie, but he had taken the head off. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Mr. Afton, I… I’m so sorry! I meant no harm, honest!”

Your rambling was cut short by a gentle laugh.

“No harm done, (Y/N). I’ve seen the way you admire her. How you started wearing more blue, and more stars since being moved from Foxy’s auditorium. You like being in the Dance Studio, and you like Ballora. …She is beautiful, isn’t she.” He said gently, smiling up at you and Ballora.

He came up onto the stage to stand next to you.

He ran his now ungloved hand gently across Ballora’s cheek.

“I made her to be beautiful. To be graceful, and elegant. A mechanical homage to femininity and beauty.” He said wistfully. His eyes scanned you for a long moment. “…Plus I hear she’s an alright dance partner.”

“Not as good as having a real partner…” You murmured.

Mr. Afton grinned at you, looking far younger than he had when you saw him in meetings during the day.

“Well then… may I have this dance?” He held a hand out.

You stayed frozen for a long moment, unsure of what exactly was going on. Surely your boss had NOT just offered you a dance.

“Come on!” His quick wave radiated warmth, as did his smile. “Come on, come on.”

Maybe it was the fact that he was grinning like a loon, or maybe it was the yellow and purple bunny costume, but you took his hand.

You ended up in the middle of the dance floor, standing on two large yellow rabbits feet.

He fished around in his vest pocket, pulling out a small remote. He pressed a button, and the lights dimmed, and soft music started playing.

Your face blazed even more as he spun you both around, his hands on your hips. You looped your hands around his neck, the large suit forcing you to press yourself closely to him.

“How are you so swift, even in this huge suit?” You asked him as he dipped you.

“I’ve had loads of practice wearing it I guess.” He replied bashfully.

“Mr. Afton…” You whispered.

Your stared into his bright eyes for a long moment.

“Hmm?”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You asked.

“You’re like me. You see the beauty where others just see novelty. You have that spark, that quiet passion burning inside of you. I can see it.” He smiled again. “And you’re a much better dance partner than Ballora.”

The two of you shared a small laugh, and you pressed your forehead against his.

“Promise me this isn’t going to be a one time thing. Promise me you’ll always save me a dance.”

“Whenever, Wherever. Always.”