#ctw funtime freddy x millie's grandpa

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The Millie on the left is @valleyfthdolls

The Millie on the right is @modgirlyreposts-revamped

And the one in the middle is mine! :D

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Something I thought of with my CTW cast as streamers AU

Someone in chat: *jokingly asks who's top and who's bottom*

Millie's grandpa: Ok first it's none of your business, second why does it matter, and- *goes on a long winded rant*

CTW Funtime Freddy speaking over him, without hesitation: HE'S THE BOTTOM OBVIOUSLY-

[valleyfthdolls]

Henlo, was wondering if you could write a scene from the Ghost!Millie AU from the POV of Millie’s grandpa and Yandere!CTW Funtime Freddy, bc that one from Ghost!Millie’s POV has been living rent free in my mind for days jgfvbjngfcvjjjggb,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Maurice let out a shaking breath, rubbing his wrinkled hands together for warmth.

His whole body was shaking. It usually was, not from tremors or Parkinson's or anything one would expect from a man of his age, but from the frigid temperatures he had found trapping the air around him.

To say the house was cold would be an understatement at best. It was colder than he could bear, enough that every breath unveiled hot steam wasting away from his lungs and he'd taken to wearing shoes inside all the time. He never used to do that before, but it was all out of his control now. He had to do whatever he can.

There was only one source of electricity in the house. It was self-powered, it seemed, and didn't rely on outlets or buttons or batteries. Which would be for the best, given the condensation, the humidity of the rest of the house that made even trying to turn on a light a sparking mess and an outright danger, but if anything was to be broken down and turned off- no, Maurice shouldn't say that. He may have been a mechanically driven monster, but he was a living thing too. Didn't everything deserve to live?

Hadn't he seen enough mindless death?

Wasn't the blanket around his shoulders indicative enough of that?

He sighed shakily, watching small, foggy traces of warmth exhume from his body, and lifted the blanket closer. It was black, of course, with white bats printed on it. It was soft and warm and smells of the wispy traces of vetiver all of Millie's possessions carried. One of the many small things he still remembered about her, everything about that poor girl still fresh in his mind.

Millie was gone now, thanks to him. He had taken her away from Maurice, from Audrey and her husband, from the whole world. And then Audrey had followed, then Jeff and his sister Sheri and her husband, and even their sons Cameron and Hayden. Not even Millie's cat had been spared, and Maurice knew because of the way her head had rolled on the broken hinge of her neck like a flimsy doll. Anything that Maurice held close was taken away by him. People. Items. Any comfort. No family, no friends, no pets, no contact with others. No phone calls, no comforter that used to belong to his wife, not even a heater. This was the way he liked it. Water running down the walls from condensation, half frozen puddles in the corners. Maurice alone and dependent upon him.

Weak to his smiles.

Crumbling into him when he saw him in the corner.

Recognizing the malicious blue glow of his eyes anywhere.

"Aww, cold today, aren't we?"

Maurice shuddered, both at the voice and the reminder of the temperature, as he stepped out from the shadows that covered the mildewy house, towering over Maurice himself, making the ground shudder under his steps, jerky and unnatural, like something that wasn't supposed to move or be alive.

The thing that had taken his whole family away.

Funtime Freddy gazed menacingly down at him.

"I said," He repeated, his voice skipping and repeating awkwardly, radiating a tantalizing heat, "Aren't we cold today?"

Swallowing his pride, Maurice nodded and whimpered.

"Aw, poor, poor boy."

He stepped toward Maurice, arms outstretched and despite everything, despite the torture and the pain, the blood on Freddy's hands, the fact that Maurice was a hypocrite and a traitor and a monster, he fell into the bear's arms and melted against his heat as he felt himself being lifted off his feet.

Shameful, it was shameful and disgusting. This thing had murdered his family, and Maurice loved him.

He may as well have killed them all himself.

As soon as the thought surfaced like it had many a time before, he felt a chill down his spine, and recoiled.

The water dripping down the walls was beginning to run black.

"Freddy."

Maurice shuddered at the voice. A weak whisper, the voice of a terrified little girl, but he knew that voice anywhere. He'd heard it before even in his own house, before he'd ever seen her and thought he was starting to lose his mind, breaking down at the sight of her head barely attached to her mangled neck with deep, bloody tears down both arms. It was always there, whispering, waiting.

It was Millie.

He knew how crazy it sounded, but he'd seen her, he'd heard her, and after her early appearances the house had begun to condensate, permeating with a horrible substance. It was his granddaughter, and he knew it was real, because Freddy's eyes narrowed, and he scanned the room for her.

"There's nothing you can do to me now... nothing."

"Millie-"

He couldn't finish even the word. His voice broke into a whimper, and he lifted one hand to cover his eyes, knowing he couldn't stop himself from crying. Millie was dead, her head torn off of her body. He found it three feet away from her neck. But the last thing he wanted was to make her feel bad for him. It was his job to care for her, and he'd failed her enough already.

Freddy noticed immediately, and Maurice felt warm, rough metal against his cheek as he lifted the wrist where he was missing a hand leaving behind only exposed wire to wipe his face, his vibrant blue eyes glaring maliciously now, and nuzzled his face into Maurice's hair to imitate a kiss.

"I know you can hear me," Millie's voice persisted. "And I'll kill you as many times as I need.

"You will not get to keep my grandpa."

[kotalefanzu]

so like is millie’s grandpa x funtime freddy fnafs version of adrichat? aka this was purely a crackship yall got too attached to and now there’s a fuck ton of content?

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Me seeing a mutual that I haven't spoken to in forever listenin' to my CTW Funtime Freddy x Millie's grandpa playlist:

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Imagine how the rest of the fandom will probably feel after seeing the tag "submissive Millie's grandpa" in my latest fic-

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"Your grandpa always keeps me turned on"

Why, why did Lewis have to word it like this in his CTW summary video-

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When Millie's grandpa is out, CTW Funtime Freddy likes to cuddle with one of his blankets because it has his scent and makes him feel calmer than usual 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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My brain is absolute mush, only CTW Funtime Freddy and Millie's grandpa kissing, or Millie's grandpa giving CTW Funtime Freddy a flower or flowercrown to match the one that he wears in his hair, and CTW Funtime Freddy just finds him even more adorable as a result which he didn't think was possible

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Ok, weird request but what are you guys' more like "dark" CTW Funtime Freddy x Millie's grandpa headcanons/ideas?

Like if CTW took a turn, and became 10x more fucked up because CTW Funtime Freddy became obsessed with Millie's grandpa, developing a yandere-like crush on him

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CTW Funtime Freddy doesn't get tired in the same way a human would, but sometimes he feels a little more drained, and it shows through his behavior

When he's tired he'll have Millie's grandpa spend most of the day in the workshop with him, and sit him on top of his workbench so he can hold him in his arms and give him kisses without having to lean down so much.

CTW Funtime Freddy likes to give him kisses on his face and neck, all while sleepily mumbling about how much he loves Millie's grandpa, and how he belongs to him and only him, all while running his fingers through his hair and grumbling against the crook of his neck, while Millie's grandpa simply nods along to whatever his robot bf is saying, since he can't really go anywhere anytime soon

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Headcanon that despite CTW Funtime Freddy constantly praising and complimenting Millie’s grandpa when flirting with him, he gets arguably even more flustered when Millie’s grandpa compliments him back

Like Millie’s grandpa just pats the side of his face and says something as simple as “you’re so handsome Freddy! ^^” and CTW Funtime Freddy on the surface is just completely nonchalant like usual, and is just like “aww, well thank you puppy~” but on the inside he’s all “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE SUCH AN AMAZING HUMAN, I LOVE HIM SM HFHDJSHSJSAJSD-”

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I get serious CTW Funtime Freddy x Millie's grandpa vibes from this song, while the song would also be fitting for the og story it also displays CTW Funtime Freddy's more sadistic nature and want to own and control Millie's grandpa, through certain lyrics

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What if I rebranded my personal Twitter, and just used it to post misc. CTW Funtime Freddy x Millie's grandpa stuff

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I wanted to do a Christmas CTW Funtime Freddy x Millie's grandpa pic but can't find my stylus-

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Someone just left an entire analysis in the comments of one of my CTW Funtime Freddy x Millie's grandpa fics I-