#ctw millie's grandpa

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[officermaddie23]

Millie does real life GTA

Maurice Fitzsimmons (watching the TV and sees a police chase going on and his vehicle): *drops everything*

Funtime Freddy: that's your car isn't it?

Maurice Fitzsimmons: yeah

(meanwhile with Millie)

Police: STOP BREAKING THE LAW ASSHOLE

Millie Fitzsimmons (driving the car): FAT CHANCE

Dylan: Are you sure this was a good idea

Millie Fitzsimmons: It's not like grandpa is watching the TV

[tiny-tinker-gacha101]

Some person on TikTok was talking about the ship Millie's Grandfather x CTW Funtime Freddy

@modgirlyreposts-revamped you know who you are

[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."

[mjsensei259]

There's someone on the CTW tag who keeps posting about a ship between CTW!Funtime Freddy and Millie's grandpa.

You know who you are.

Anyways, every time I see one of those posts, I can't help but laugh at the idea of Freddy and Millie's grandpa just being lovey dovey wholesome and then Millie herself walks in, sees her grandfather and a giant robot bear being romantic with each other, and just walks out questioning her life and how it got to that point.

Like I don't ship that (no hate to the people who do ship them, it's just not my thing) but the image of Millie having a crisis over the sight of her grandfather being romantic with a literal robot is hilarious.

[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?

[lilpuffyart]

Ohh I like to think I'm funny

More at 7

[littlepuffy4ever]

Oh hell yea that sounds pog af

HDJDJDJDJFJFFJFU THANK YOU!!!

!!SPOILER ALERT I GUESS!!

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I kinda based it on Donna's and her gardener's apparent friendship (or at least he genuinely liking her and wanting the best for her, it seemed) and my brain is always turned on "how many AUs I can make with them and a father/daughter dynamic"

[artmama113]

Better (CTW AU)

I made more of my AU! Millie’s gone for the weekend with her grandpa. But, she left FT!Freddy something to keep him company, since BonBon isn’t here anymore and she’s gone. He loves it very much.🖤 Anyways, I hope you guys like this, and tell me what you think!🖤⭐️ Art belongs to me. Character belongs to Scott Cawthon

[hideawayintheimaginationworld]

Just a random question but what is your headcanon age for Millie's grandpa?

I'm sorry if you've already said it and I'm making you repeat stuff. I've just been busy and haven't been keeping up with your stuff :/

I haven’t actually said it, I don’t mind answering questions like this. I imagine he could be in his 60s or 70s, he's 67 in my AU when CTW happens, Millie is 14, he would have been 53 when she was born.

I imagine Millie's parents were probably in their mid to late twenties when they had her.

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

Will never stop reminding y'all that canonically one of the last interactions between Millie and her grandpa was their argument, before Millie died and I am not ok-

[officermaddie23]

Millie steals her grandpa’s car

Maurice Fitzsimmons: she took the dodge.

Funtime Freddy: OH SHIT

[tiny-tinker-gacha101]

The Millie on the left is @valleyfthdolls

The Millie on the right is @modgirlyreposts-revamped

And the one in the middle is mine! :D

[valleyfthdolls]

I randomly thought about how funny it would be if my CTW au met yours. How would that play out lmao-

I feel like my AU versions of them are so weird it would be hard for them to even know what to MAKE of each other-

In particular I wonder how our Millies would get on. Mine is kind of a typical goth/emo girl, where yours is more into Japanese gothic lolita from the looks of it. While that does have goth ties it’s more inspired by the Japanese goth and visual kei scene of the 1990s, and my Millie would probably assume that yours was not “really goth” and wouldn’t “get her” as an emo goth. I can see her being super passive aggressive, giving your Millie the cold shoulder and saying shit like “I dunno what music you listen to, if you’re into any real goth stuff… me personally, I listen to a lot of just real obscure and underground emo and goth bands… like My Dying Bride, Motionless in White, Switchblade Symphony… they’re all really deep in the scene though… you probably haven’t heard of them if you’re only in it for the fashion……” and your Millie looking fucking dead inside waiting for the perfect time to cut her off by telling her to shut her black lipstick lined mouth to make it as biting as possible

As with any other version of Millie, it would take mine time to warm up to yours, but because yours doesn’t seem to have quite as aggressive a personality as my Millie and Mod’s, they probably aren’t trying to kill each other during that time, just tear one another down psychologically with backhanded comments.

Idk enough about your Dylan and Brooke, but I think our Brookes share the very “well meaning and genuinely sweet but still comically basic” energy, but mine has a bit more cringe kid underneath. She, Dylan and Hannah would probably all get along, but my Hannah might be confused by the positive relationship yours has with your Millie, because mine hasn’t thought much of their friendship since they grew apart, and remembers her in a very neutral way.

Our Millie’s grandpas would have so much shit to deal with though, like you have my Millie, Brooke, Dylan, and heck you could probably throw Sarah and even Abby in there too, then your Millie, Brooke, Dylan, and Hannah, plus two Funtime Freddies, one of which seems to basically just be a god awful and completely deranged adult figure who cannot be trusted around kids and the other of which is a four year old in a fifty year old robot body ready to maim at all times

[mjsensei259]

I FORGOT TO POST THIS, THE FIRST CHAPTER OF MY CTW FIC IS UP!

THIS IS THE FIC I HAD PLANNED THAT THE COMIC I DID WAS FROM, WHICH I WILL BE REDOING AS WELL AND FINISHING.

Description of fic below

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Millie Fitzsimmons (Five Nights at Freddy's: Fazbear Frights), Millie Fitzsimmons's Grandfather (Five Nights at Freddy's: Fazbear Frights), Funtime Freddy (Five Nights at Freddy's), Audrey Fitzsimmons, Jeff Fitzsimmons, Hayden Fitzsimmons (Five Nights at Freddy's: Fazbear Frights: Into the Pit), Cameron Fitzsimmons (Five Nights at Freddy's: Fazbear Frights), Rob Fitzsimmons, Sherri Fitzsimmons Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Found Family, References to Depression, Psychological Trauma, Funtime Freddy is traumatized, Millie is traumatized, Millie's grandpa is traumatized, Everyone is traumatized, Near Death Experiences, Near Death, Suicidal Thoughts, Funtime Freddy being the big brother Millie desperately needed, Implied/Referenced Bullying

Summary: Alternate Count The Ways timeline where Funtime Freddy manages to break free from his Afton Robotics programming and can't bring himself to kill Millie. This fic covers the trauma and recovery from both point of views and sheds light on the struggles Millie faces with her mental health as well as Funtime Freddy's struggle with his programming and what it took from him even after it's gone.

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

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