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americasass91 · 10 months

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Use Me

Hello there! I know I’ve been M.I.A. for awhile. And literally haven’t written anything in like 8 months. I’ve been going through a shit ton. (Divorce, job change, all kinds of fun stuff) And I really lost my spark to write. And then the Fnaf movie came out. And seeing Josh Hutcherson on screen again lit a fire inside of me! That boy was my original crush (long before Evans). Peeta Mellark will forever have a piece of my heart. That being said, here’s a little something starring Mike Schmidt! I know, I know. It’s not a Chris Evans character? What’s wrong with me? Josh is fucking pretty. That’s what’s wrong with me. Like, I have a problem. Don’t get me wrong, I still think Chris is pretty and hope the best for him. But…he’s not been my muse lately. I said a long time ago that I wanted Josh to fuck me like a screen door in a hurricane. And it apparently still holds true today! So, I hope you enjoy it even though this is not a part of your regularly scheduled programming! Also, this takes place after the events of FNAF. Also, Also. Not sure if the people on my Taglist for Chris’ characters want to be tagged in Josh’s. If so, just let me know!

*DISCLAIMER*, If you’re under 18, this is nothing for you to be reading. Go away.

Words: 3.3k

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, p in v smut, oral(f rec), unprotected sex, language, Mike being good, um I think that’s it

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“Listen Y/N, I’m gonna need you to stay and work the next shift.”

You turn around and look at your manager as if she had suddenly grown 3 heads. “Excuse me? I don’t think I heard you right. It sounded like you said you needed me to stay and work the next 8 hour shift.”

She rolls her eyes as she goes back to charting the current patient she’s working on. “You know that’s exactly what I said. Look, I have no other options. Hannah called off.”

“Again? This is like the third day in a row! How is that fair exactly?” You put your patient’s paperwork down and cross your arms over your chest as you stare at her expectantly.

She doesn’t even bother looking at you as she answers. “I don’t know what to tell you Y/N. She says she’s sick. I can’t have her come in if she’s sick.”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “If by sick you mean hungover! She literally posted on Instagram last night about her night out on the town!”

She glances over at you. “There’s no way to prove if that was from last night or if it's older. Now just get back to work and I’ll let you have an hour and a half break instead of an hour.”

Now you’re pissed. “Yeah, see, that's not going to work for me. I’ve already been here for 16 hours because Kim was late. I’m not working Hannah’s whole ass shift. I have plans. I finally get to see my boyfriend after weeks because our schedules weren’t lining up. I’m not staying.”

“You really don’t have a choice. I wasn’t really asking you, I was telling you. There’s no one else to cover.”

Tears started welling up in your eyes out of frustration, exhaustion, and the possibility of not being able to see Mike again. “There’s a bunch of other people that can cover! What about you? You’ve only been here 8 hours. It would make more sense for you to stay.”

She turns in her chair to look at you now. “Y/N, I have actual plans. My husband has a work party. And the rest of us have husbands and children to attend to. Not just ‘hanging out with my boyfriend.’

Now you’re seeing red. “So what you’re saying is because I’m the only nurse on this floor not married, I get the shitty end of the deal and have to cover when other people call off?”

“No. If you had legit plans then I’d be more sympathetic. But you haven’t even been with this boy that long. You don’t need to spend every free moment with him.”

“I’m sorry but who do you think you are? My mother? Because I’m a grown ass woman. And if I want to hang with my boyfriend on my time off then I’m going to! I don’t really need your approval for it. I’m not staying.”

You grab your Stanley and start heading towards the locker room to grab your stuff.

“Y/N! If you don’t stay, then you can forget about this job.”

You turn around just before reaching the end of the hallway. “Well, then I guess you’re going to have to stick around and cover Hannah’s shift. Stick it up your ass, Jan. I quit.”

You don’t even stay to hear what she has to say. You quickly run to your locker and grab all of your stuff out before you start to cry. You can’t believe you just quit. And it’s not just because of your boyfriend. You haven’t been treated right since the first week you started. This was just the last straw. You just hope Mike won’t be disappointed in you.

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After a quick shower and outfit change at home, you reluctantly find yourself pulling into Mike’s driveway and getting out of the car. You haven’t gotten to see him in about 3 weeks and you know you look like shit from not only your long ass shift but also because you cried on the way over.

You head to the front door and open it up. He always leaves the door unlocked when he knows you’re coming over, and get hit with the aroma of pasta. Mike’s cooking you dinner. That makes you want to start crying all over again. He’s the sweetest.

“Babe? Is that you?” You hear him call from the back of the house. He quickly comes towards the front and sees you. His smile falters when he sees the state you’re in. “Babe, are you okay? What happened?” He quickly wraps you up in a hug.

You try your best to keep it together but a few tears fall. “I quit today.”

He pulls out of the hug but keeps his arms around you. “You did? Babe, that’s fantastic!” He pulls you back in for another hug and picks you up to twirl you around.

Your mood instantly lifts and you can’t help but laugh. “It is?”

He sets you down and pulls you in for a quick kiss. “Of course it is! That place was treating you like shit! And Jan was a bitch! What finally made you do it?”

He lets go of all but your hand and leads you into the kitchen so he can continue making spaghetti. He sets you down at the table and pours you a nice big glass of wine he bought just for tonight. “I want to hear all about it.”

He goes back to the stove and continues making dinner while you rehash the last 16 hours.

He turns around with the sauce spoon in his hand and his other on his hip. “Hannah called off again? Jesus, how does she still have a job? Didn’t she do this to you last year during Christmas?”

Oh, shit. You had forgotten about that. She did do this last year! You had plans to fly home and see your family for the holidays when Hannah unexpectedly came down with ‘the flu’. Jan had called and needed you to work since nobody else could cover. You felt like since you were still new at the time that you couldn’t say no. Now you’re getting pissy all over again.

“Oh my god! You’re right! Maybe the bitch has some vendetta out against me. I’ve never done anything to her though! I’ve been nothing but nice!”

Just then your phone dings, alerting you of a text. You quickly check it. It’s from Hannah.

I can’t believe you threw a tantrum and quit just because I wasn’t feeling my best and couldn’t come in. Wow. All so you can hang out with your piece of shit delinquent boyfriend. You sure have your priorities straight.

“Fucking cunt!” You yell as you throw your phone across the table. Then immediately you slap your hands over your mouth just as Mike turns around to see what you’re yelling about.

“What’s wrong? Who was it?”

You remove your hands from your mouth. “Mike, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to curse that loud. I hope Abby didn’t hear me.”

He waves you off. “Babe, she’s not even here. She got invited to a sleepover at Natalie’s house. We’re alone. You’re good.”

You sigh in relief. “Thank god! I don’t want any of my bad habits to rub off on her.”

Mike just chuckles and turns back to the sauce. “If she turns out anything like you, I’d be entirely okay with that.”

You can’t help but feel a blush creep up your neck. He was always saying sweet stuff like that. You get up and hug him from behind and press a kiss to the back of his neck. “You’re too sweet.”

He turns around in your arms and grabs your face and gives you a proper, toe-curling kiss. “I mean it.”

After a few more shared kisses, Mike finishes up dinner and fixes you both a plate and a glass of wine for himself. As you’re sitting there twirling your spaghetti around your fork, you can’t help but think about Hannah’s text again. And then all of the little snide remarks she’s ever made to you come flooding back.

“Babe?”

You snap out of your thoughts and Mike comes back into focus. “Yeah?”

He puts his fork down. “I asked if there was something wrong with the spaghetti? You’ve hardly touched it.”

You look down at your plate and realize you’ve just been twirling it around your fork. “No, it’s fine. Just thinking about what Hannah said and how much it pisses me off. I’m sorry, I’m not meaning to ruin our time together.”

He smiles and grabs both of your plates and gets up and places them on the counter. He comes back over and holds his hand out to you. “Come on.”

You grab his hand with no hesitation and let him pull you out of your chair and let him lead you to his bedroom.

He turns around to face you right before you get to his bed. “First of all, you could never ruin our time together. I love getting to spend time with you no matter what. Second of all, it sounds like you need to let out some anger and need a distraction.”

You can’t help but feel all tingly at the smirk he’s giving you. “What did you have in mind?”

He backs up a little and sits on the bed and looks up at you. “Use me, Y/N.”

You shake your head. “What? What do you mean?”

He reaches out to grab your hands to pull you towards him. “I mean use me. Use me to distract yourself and to take your anger out on. I’ll be a good boy and do whatever you need.”

That almost had your knees buckling. “Oh.” He lifts your shirt up and starts pressing kisses along your stomach while running his hands from your back to your hips and down to your ass. You’ve never been in this position before. Sure, you guys have only been together for like 5 months but anytime you’ve ever been intimate, he’s been the one who’s taken charge.

He pulls back and looks up at you. “Use me, baby. I got you. Tell me what you need.”

You decide to run with it and take control and blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “I wanna sit on your face.”

He lets out a little whimper as he moves back on the bed. “Fuck, baby. Please sit on my face. I want you to suffocate me.”

He lays back and patiently waits for you to remove your pants and panties. You hesitantly climb up on the bed. You’ve never done this before with anyone but have always wanted to try it. You climb up until you’re straddling his waist and lean down to kiss him.

He returns the kiss enthusiastically and grinds you down onto him so you can feel how hard he already is for you. It makes you let out a small moan into his mouth. The making out only lasts for a few more minutes before you pull away and start climbing up until you’re hovering right above his mouth.

Before you fully lower yourself onto him you grab his hair and yank so that he has to look at you. He lets out another beautiful whimper. “I’m going to ride your face until I can’t think of anything else but your tongue. You’re going to be good and make me cum as many times as I want, right?”

He nods instantly. “Yes, I promise I’ll be good for you.”

“Good boy.” You tell him, which makes his eyes roll to the back of his head. Hmm. Who knew he had a praise kink?

You let go of his hair and grab onto the headboard with both hands before you slowly lower yourself onto his waiting mouth.

He immediately grips your thighs and pulls you even harder on him and starts eating you out like a man starved. “Oh, fuck!” You throw your head back and start grinding on his tongue. He gives you a few more licks before he sucks your clit into his mouth and starts lapping his tongue back and forth against it. “Oh, god. Fuck, Mike! You’re so fucking good at that.”

Your praise has him moaning and whimpering into your pussy, heightening the experience that much more. He moves his right hand towards your ass and gives it a nice squeeze before moving towards your pussy and immediately inserting two fingers. It makes you start grinding faster, feeling yourself already close to the edge.

He starts pumping his fingers in time with your grinding, pushing you even closer to the edge. You can’t believe how quickly he got you there.

“Mike, please! Gonna cum! Make me cum.”

He pumps his fingers even faster and lightly bites down on your clit, knowing it’ll make you fall over the edge.

You scream his name out and grind on him until it’s too much and you lift yourself away from his mouth. To which he whimpers out, “where’s that pussy going? I wasn’t done yet.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “Jesus. I almost passed out from how hard I came. Give me a minute.”

“So I did good?” He looks up at you with big eyes and his chin glistening with your juices.

You pat his hair. “You did so good, baby. Made me feel so good.”

He smiles and wraps his arms around your thighs and presses soft kisses to the inside of them. You close your eyes and take a minute to enjoy that before you look behind you and see his erection pressing painfully against his jeans. You need that inside of you. Right now.

You remove yourself from his face and he lets out a little whine. “Don’t worry. I’m not done. Need your cock, baby.”

You’ve never seen him undo his belt and slide his jeans down that quickly before. It almost makes you chuckle. “Eager, are we?”

He nods as he pushes his jeans down far enough that his cock springs free and hits your ass. “Need to feel you around me, babe. Please.”

You lean down and pull him into a kiss which he returns generously. You can taste yourself on his tongue. He grabs his cock and hits it against your ass, signaling that he’s ready for you to slide onto him. You take the hint and lift up and back until he catches at your entrance. He’s the first one to break the kiss as you slowly slide down onto him. The little whimpers he lets out as you sit flush against his thighs is music to your ears.

You decide to tease him and just stay resting there for a minute while looking down at him. He has his eyes clenched shut and a death grip on your hips. He opens his eyes after a few moments and looks up at you. He reaches his right hand up and places it on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. “Go ahead and use me babe. Take what you need from me.”

You slowly start moving your hips back and forth, never really lifting them up and down. The friction against your clit is so delicious. You place both hands on his chest and start moving your hips a little faster. “Oh, fuck baby. You feel so good. You’re so deep.”

“Yeah? Am I making my girl feel good?”

You smirk down at him. “Oh, yeah. You’re being so good for me.”

He lets out another whimper as he grabs you by the back of your head and pulls you in for a heated kiss. This one sloppy and desperate. His hand that’s still on your hip starts moving you a little harder against him. He pulls away from your mouth and kisses his way up your neck towards your ear. “Come on babe. Cum on my cock. I can feel you clenching around me. Cum for me so I can be good and cum for you.”

This time you’re the one letting out a whimper. “Yeah? Want me to be your good boy and cum for you? Fill you up?”

“Please.” You whine out, moving your hips even faster than before. You can feel your orgasm coming like a freight train. There’s no stopping it.

“Oh yeah. I can feel it. You’re gonna cum for me. Do it. Make a mess on me babe. Please, I need it.”

“Yeah? You need me to cum for you? Need to feel me cum? Oh, god Mike. I’m almost there. Please don’t stop.”

He continues helping you grind your hips against his. You’re almost there. Just a little something…..

“I love you, Y/N. So fucking much.”

That did it. You’re pitched off the edge and silently scream out. The edges of your vision going white. You can vaguely hear Mike whimpering out your name as he does as promised and fills you up. You slow your hips down until you can’t move them anymore and slump down against him with your face tucking into the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around you and rubs his hands up and down your back.

You both stay like that until your heartbeats return to normal. You lift up your head just until you can see him, almost nose to nose. He’s the first to speak. “So, did I do good for you?”

You let out a chuckle. “You were so good, baby.” You can feel him twitch inside of you at the praise. “But, we need to talk about what you said.”

Mike scrunches his brows for a few minutes before his eyes go wide and he realizes what he said. “Shit, I did not mean to say that.”

You can’t help the disappointment that crosses your face. “Oh, well that’s okay. It was in the heat of the moment.”

He quickly wraps his arms tighter around you. “No! That’s not what I meant. Shit. I one hundred percent meant it. I just wanted to make it special when I told you. Not in the middle of an orgasm. You deserve better than that.”

You smile and press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I appreciate the thought. But I really don’t need anything special. I already have you.”

His smile lights up his entire face. “I love you, Y/N.”

This time you press a kiss to his lips. “I love you, too Mike. Like, a lot.”

“I bet not as much as I love you.”

Just as you’re about to retort, Mike’s cell starts vibrating, causing you to jolt with fright since his phone is still in his pocket which your leg is pressed up against.

“Jesus Christ.”

You quickly get up so that he can grab his phone. “Hello?”

You go into the bathroom to clean up. You come back in with a wet cloth to clean Mike up. He just hangs up as you come in the room. “Everything okay?”

He smiles in thanks as you hand him the cloth. He goes about cleaning himself up. “Yeah. That was Natalie’s mom. Apparently Abby has decided she doesn’t wanna stay the night so I have to go get her.” He stands and pulls his jeans back up and smooths his shirt out. “Sorry we won’t be alone anymore.”

You pull him in for a quick kiss. “Nothing to apologize for. I love you Mike. And that means loving all of you. Which includes Abby. Whom you know I just adore. Go get her and we’ll have a movie night or something.”

He shakes his head and pulls you in for another kiss. “I still don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

You just smile in return. “After the past year you’ve been through, you deserve to be happy.”

He chuckles as he heads out the door. “Ain’t that the damn truth!”

#mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson smut #fnaf #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt imagine #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x reader #michael schmidt #five nights at freddy's

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ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist · 2 months

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Henry Cavill Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Henry Cavill works, arranged by character and type of work.

One-Shots

Forever And A Day - Explicit - Geralt x Black!OFC - Geralt and Lavinia share a passionate reunion.

Events

You're Mine | Geralt of Rivia + Female Reader + Daddy Kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

Series

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Requests

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Reader - You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Challenges

Fifteen Minutes - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC - What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

Headcanons

Hobbies

Events

A Little Fresh Air | Walter Marshall + Female Reader + Public Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe - Explicit - Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader - Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse - Explicit - Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader - A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Don’t Kill My Vibe - Explicit - Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader - You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Requests

Happy Birthday, Cupcake - General - Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader - Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Praise You - General - Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader - Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

One-Shots

What Are You Doing, StepBro? - Explicit - Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader - You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Requests

Doing Something Unholy - Explicit - Charles Brandon x Reader - This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Series

Scrapbook (finished) - Side characters include Walter Marshall, Evan Marshall, Syverson, and Gus March-Phillipps

One-Shots

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut] {DARKER FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Series

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

One-Shots

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl - Explicit - Napoleon Solo x Reader - Napoleon wines and dines.

Series

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

One-Shots

Treat Me Like A Slut - Explicit - August Walker x Reader - August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Requests

Executive Temptation - Explicit - CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader - You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

One-Shots

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind - Explicit - Sherlock Holmes x Reader - As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Requests

The Paganini Problem - Mature - Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader - Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Series

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Challenges

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - Mature - Syverson x Reader - When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Requests

Shape-Up - Explicit - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Drabbles

My Little Strawberry - Mature - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach.

Events

Say It Again | Captain Syverson + Female Reader + Phone Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Nothing More Than An Animal - Explicit - Henry!Wolverine (Cavillrine) x Female!Reader - After entering a dangerous biker bar alone, you’re almost assaulted. You are saved by a mutant with metal claws who might be more animal than man.

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Gus March-Phillips (The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

Henry!Wolvie AKA The Cavillrine (Deadpool & Wolverine)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

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liminarystars · 1 month

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G U I L T

a/n: posting fnaf shit for ✨variety✨ and this one is quite long. what can i say? i was in the zone.

character: michael afton

tw: death, implied depression,

mentions: fredbear, evan afton,

One thing you couldn't forget. Michael's face when Fredbear's jaws clamped shut on his little brother's head. His eyes were wide and guilty, the rest of his expression hidden behind his bloodied Foxy mask.

Safe to say, he was terrified and felt horrible about the accident. It was evident in how long he spent in the hospital. Right by his brother's side, praying for him to recover.

But now, after the funeral, he rarely left his room. He never hung around Fredbear's before it closed down after the accident.

You knocked on his bedroom door, you normally checked in on him. Making sure he ate and and drank. Ensuring he was taking care of himself properly.

Today, you find him taking a nap in his messy bed. His limbs sprawled aimlessly around his bed. You smiled, he looked peaceful. Smelly, but peaceful.

You cleaned his room, putting dirty vlothes in his hamper and such. Spraying Febreeze you store in his wardrobe to help with any lingering smells his room may have. Like any stale storage smells or odor from clothes.

❛ Mike? Wakey Wakey. ❜

You gently shook his shoulder, watching his features stir into a waking up expression. You motioned for him to sit up so he could eat and let you brush his hair. His curley mullet spiking in different directions.

❛ Good morning? ❜

He took a sip of water, his voice was hoarse and filled of sleep. You smiled. taking his hairbrush and brushing his hair. He was relaxed.

❛ It's 1pm, silly. You slept most of the day. ❜

You chuckled, watching as his brows furrow as he read his alarm clock.

❛ What day is it? ❜

He looked up at you, leaning backwards into your gentle touches. He liked the feeling of his hair being brushed by another.

❛ Saturday. Did you want to go somewhere today? ❜

You tilted your head down at him. Pausing brushing his hair mid-stroke. You were studying his mannerisms closely.

❛ I don't know. I like my bed... and my room. I'm tired. ❜

He tilted his head back to look you in your eyes. His blue ones looking tired and sleep filled. His eye's were like a gateway to his soul. To things he's never speak aloud or admit.

He was still feeling guilty and mourning.

#✎ liminarystars works #x reader #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf x reader #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x you #michael afton #michael afton fnaf #michael afton x reader #fnaf headcanons #fnaf 4 #fnaf 4 bullies #micheal afton

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sadesluvr · 8 months

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Hiii!! When you feel like it could you write some michael afton relationship hc's? Would be nice to have him back a little🤗 Have a great day or night whenever you're reading this and take your time🫶

A/N: TYYY Nonnie for this sweet ask, I really do miss him :') This ask made me so nostalgic for TNP....Love you and thanks for the kind message!!🥰

Some of these are fem! Reader coded, but mostly gender neutral. One mention of drug (weed) use. Based in the 80’s, like game lore:

When you first start dating, he hides you from his family, only ever telling Henry about you. He hates his dad, and although he isn’t ashamed of you he doesn’t want to show you off to Elizabeth and Evan just in case they get too attached (mommy issues…)

Tells Henry everything - the good, the bad (his worries, not yours), the in between…He’s basically Mike’s advisor at this point and poor Henry is clueless

Michael is definitely hot headed and arrogant at times, so he’s going to flaunt you around school (insecurities be damned).

LOVES walking/biking with you EVERYWHERE, and often gets lost whilst spending time with you. He once forgot to open the front door (he wasn’t even HOME) from Liz and Evan when they came off the schoolbus….Not a great day in the Afton household after that

Doodling on your skin with his pens, pretending to tatt you up

Doodling on EVERYTHING you own, and zoning out in class whilst he draws you on his assignments

Doesn’t have a lot of money, but is very scrappy and can still show you a good time on dates. He might be banned from certain outlets, but it's worth it

Makes the most of carnivals/fairs!! They’re cheap and once he’s taken his siblings (if Henry hasn’t already), will treat you. He’ll pay for all the rides, wins you toys and buys you food :3

Sneaking out to meet him, or him coming through your window because your parents “don’t agree” with his lifestyle. Those are the times he wants to spend the night, just laying with you on your bed until you fall asleep. He can’t stay because his siblings need him :’(

Isn’t the greatest at physical affection, but lets his guard down when he’s high. It’s then when he’s at his most vulnerable (he sometimes cries) and is open for a cuddle

Can be a bit of a perv, especially when sneaking through your window or being alone in a car, but it’s all funny. He’ll never force you to do anything, but he’ll make a lot of dirty jokes and innuendos

Sharing his Walkman with you is his ultimate act of love. Don’t take it lightly

IMPROMPTU KARAOKE SESSIONS

SO protective of you, it’s insane. He’s gotten into verbal and physical fights with anyone disrespects you, and detentions won’t stop him

Patching up his wounds, either from the fights he’s gotten into or just general reckless shit. He pretends that he’s a tough guy but he really isn’t

He lets you experiment with his hair - just as long as you don’t shave it all off. He may never forgive you....

Exploiting the pizzeria’s benefits, whenever and wherever he can. He’ll spend hours trying to impress you in the arcade (free tokens), and gives you unlimited pizza as long as his dad doesn’t clock on

Feeling like a tiny family if and when he decides to introduce you to Elizabeth and Evan. Whether you last as a couple or not, you make them all happy and he doesn’t want to lose that

#florence writes!!#request fill #michael afton x reader #fnaf x reader #michael afton fluff #michael afton headcanons #fnaf #michael afton #mike schmidt #fnaf fluff #fnaf imagine #fnaf x gn! reader

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sugarywishes · 1 month

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What is the exact relationship between the spirits of the children in your interpretation? As well as between them and the Afton Kids spirits in turn? Would be nice to learn a bit more about their interactions.

Sorry for the long-ish response, but this is a very lore filled answer, so if you wanna find out about my FNAF remaining lore, just click to see more!

To answer your question, none of the kids actually knew each other (with the exception of the Afton Kids and Charlie, and the Bennet Twins with Jonathan) during their lifetime. So when they all started popping up as ghosts in the pizzeria, it was pretty awkward to have your first meeting with someone be when you're both dead.

Regardless, though, they all eventually warmed up to each other! Being trapped as a ghost for an indefinite amount of time can be made a little less worse when you aren't alone in this. (It's especially kinda sad when some of the kids experience friendship for the first time as ghosts 😭😭)

The kids all have their own 'best friend(s)' and least favorite people or whatever, eventually I'll make a little relationship chart to further explain things!

Some do have their little squabbles with each other from time to time, considering they are still children, but they don't actively hate each other, they sure do hate the Afton kids however!

They especially hate Evan and Mike. They don't really know Elizabeth since she's in Circus Baby's. So they're just hating her cause of association (these are some hating ass kids 💀)

For a while, they didn't really mind Evan since they didn't know who his dad was or who he even was (and it finally seemed like he was making friends that *weren't* toys!)

That changed once they did find out, cause yk they're full of vengeance and angry and stuff. So he was casted out AGAIN and was put in a 'dormant' state by Cassidy so that she could fully control Golden Freddy. They fully blame him and Mike for making William kill them. As I said before, Charlie does NOT blame the Afton kids at all (because at the end of the day William might've killed her by accident, but he decided to kill other children of his own free will)

So, TLDR, the MCI and KCI/DCI kids get along as much as they can, and they hate the Aftons with a burning passion cause 'Sins of The Father' type shit

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fandomwritingbit · 2 years

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i love your william fics so much omggg can i ask a f!reader who is babysitting elizabeth and evan, she can't help but be attracted to william so he decides to make the first move 👀 sorry if my english is baddd-

Hi, thank you so much. I am a sucker for babysitter shit so here you are!

No smut but uh mature themes ig. This might be a future two-fer.

william afton x (fem)babysitter reader

You'd been babysitting for William Afton for a while now. Longer than you'd have thought, but the man likes you and you're good at your job, so whenever he has to pull a late shift, you were round to make dinner for his kids and put them to bed.

They handled well enough for you now, learning that unlike other sitters they'd had before, you wouldn't be manipulated into late nights just by fluttering eyelashes. That's part of the reason William liked you so much, you weren't afraid to send them to bed early for being little shits, or make them clean up after they mess, they made and so he never had to come home to any trouble or bickering.

You'd been so long under his employ that he had a lot of trust in you and so he was happy to treat you once in a while - at least that's the reason he'd tell you. Often, you'd arrive at the Afton house after getting Evan and Elizabeth from school, to find a bottle of wine and a note telling you to get a movie or something after the kids had gone to bed. You'd spend the night often too, his eldest, Michael, had left home so there was a spare room with a king-sized and tv, ideal for you. And so as far as you were concerned, the job was absolutely class.

There was another reason you like babysitting for him though. And it was a little less comfortable to say out loud: you like Mr Afton. Well, that's putting it lightly. He's proper handsome, in a scruffy careless kind of way. He could clean up well, but you liked him best unshaven and a little tired, which is how you find him 90% of the time.

So when you came back to his, with the kids whinnying behind you, expecting the usual Tuesday night set up of, tea, bed, say hey to Mr Afton, your bed. You were almost put out to see him greet you at the door. Especially looking as he did, in a suit and tie, aftershave and a comb ran through his hair.

"You look well, Mr Afton. Got a meeting with shareholders or something?" you said, trying to keep your eyes respectfully on his and not how nice the cut of those trousers was.

He laughed at you, "Shareholders? Someone should have told me about them sooner so I could've stopped fronting costs my-bloody-self." He smirked. He had a lovely diplomatic salesman's smile, but that cynical smirk, where you could catch

sight of silver teeth, was just something-fucking-else.

"A lawsuit then?"

"Not tonight," He sat down at his kitchen counter, watching you go and make yourself a cup of tea. Shaking his head when you shook a mug at him. "Would you believe it? I'm going out."

And of course you asked about his plans, trying not to show your thoughts when he said it was with a lady he'd met through a mate. It was stupid really, but all night you stewed on it. Eating with the kids, helping Evan with some maths homework you hadn't seen the likes of for years, sitting down to watch some tv in Mike's old room.

So fucking ridiculous you were actually off it on one that this middle-aged bloke was on a date.

God, you'd laugh if someone told you this, but no, here you were practically clock-watching wondering if he'd go back to hers or not, and if you should hang around in the morning and see the kids okay. He hadn't said anything, but would he have? Surely. Then it occurred to you that you might hear his key in the door, followed by two voices.

You must have fallen asleep at some point, semi-getting over it and realising your silliness. But you awoke at around midnight, desperate for a piss and a drink, so much so that you couldn't decide which you needed more.

Deciding on the logical option, you eventually make your way down the stairs and into the kitchen, being extra quiet to avoid disturbing the kids. Leaning over the sink you set about filling a glass with water, the sound of the tap blocking the footsteps from behind you.

He said nothing, waiting for you to turn around and not minding the view whilst he did so. Knowing he was probably about to make you jump, he struggled not to laugh in his drunken state. Man, did he liked you and your cheekiness; you'd well and truly come out of your shell during the time you'd worked for him and it was nice to see. You could make him laugh with some sarky comment but that didn't take away his trust in you.

Honestly, he kind of thought of you as family, Hell, more so than his eldest son. But right now, with your back turned to him and those leggings on, it was easy to forget his fondness.

Once you'd finished, you turn and the sight of the man of the house, just stood there, sent your back thumping against the sink as you jumped.

"Jesu- Mr Afton... I didn't hear you get back."

"That's the idea," You could tell from how he spoke and how he took a seat at the counter, that he'd had a few to drink. He wasn't mortal or anything close, just relaxed. "trying not to wake the kids up. Or you, for that matter."

"Well, you'd make a bloody good burglar." Watching how your comment made him smirk, knotted your stomach, good God he had lovely smile. You move to the other side of the counter, leaning to rest your elbows against it. "You had a good night?" you ask, not really wanting to hear about his date, but curiosity itched.

He looked towards you and struggled with the internal effort of looking at your face and not how your tank top had lifted slightly.

"Were alright. Not particularly good company."

"Sorry to hear it."

"So am I." He gave in to the urge to look down your top and didn't even bother to obscure it. True he been disappointed to realise that the woman he'd gone out with was dull as paint chips, but maybe it was for the best. Such a nice view in his own house, right under his nose.

You caught his gaze and instantly stood, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. He was looking at you. Like looking-looking. Like he fancied you. Shit. The thought made you want to both put a jacket on and lean further forward.

"So... I'm gonna leave you to whatever... you're uh doing." He chuckles, seeing you take two steps towards the door. You can still feel yourself flustered under his scrutiny and not wanting to embarrass yourself, you just want to go back upstairs to re-live this over and over.

"You could do." He shrugged, still smirking away. "Or you could take a seat?" As he finished, he pushed the stool next to him out with his foot.

You stand there, well startled. Before you can manage to speak, trying to check if he meant what you were understanding.

"Is that a good idea?"

The man's head tilts back as he laughs. "No. No, it would be very irresponsible of you."

And yeah. Yeah, he was right about that.

#william afton #fnaf #fnaf smut #william afton x reader #william afton x you #william afton smut

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demonicchicken1121 · 9 months

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Sorry I kept on asking about Michael you've ran out of facts... I just really like your version of him I'm sorry.... Then can we hear about Elizabeth?

you’re all good! I’m still writing stuff for him and coming up with new stuff. I’d love to talk about Elizabeth. She’s one of the characters I still need to flesh out quite a bit, so this’ll be fun!

Something that will always be canon to me is that Elizabeth was a daddy’s girl. Makes her story more interesting I think. Finding out about all the shit William did was hard for Michael, who never really had the best relationship with his father. So imagine Elizabeth, who loved her dad more than anyone in the world, getting locked up and tortured in HIS murder basement. Even after all of that, she still loved him even though she didn’t want to.

Elizabeth LOOKED like her mother tho. She looked like a miniature version of Patty, in the same way that Michael looked like a miniature version of William.

Elizabeth was a very rough player as a kid. She was very prone to getting hurt, and she always had a bandage somewhere on her body. She constantly broke her toys and roughhoused with her brothers a lot. Being the 80’s, it was really hard to get her into a sports team. She did ballet for a while, but she got kicked out for being too rough and competitive. William and Patty eventually got her into little league baseball, and she loved it. She was also REALLY good at it too. She did get in trouble once because a boy on the team said that girls couldn’t play baseball, and she bit him.

She wasn't necessarily masculine tho. Elizabeth actually really liked pink and skirts and dolls (she def had a lot of Weird Barbies).

She was also very close with Charlie. while she loved rough housing and playing baseball with Michael, it was also good to have someone to talk about "girl stuff" with. Henry and William often worked late into the night in the Aftons' garage, so Charlie would have 'sleepovers' with Michael and Elizabeth a lot. Charlie was friends with both of them, so she would alternate who she hung out with. One she would talk mechanics with Mike, and another she would play dress up with Liz. On particularly good nights in the summers, they would all hang out together in the living room and trade baseball cards, watch movies, and have pillow fights.

Elizabeth was actually Williams favorite. The Afton's in RtH are based around the typical narcissistic family unit, with Michael as the scapegoat child, Elizabeth as the golden child, and Evan as the lost child. Elizabeth was not super heavily favored, William loved all of his children, but Elizabeth was the one who acted the most like him. She was rebellious, yes. But she wasn't rebellious to William, at least most of the time. In fact, he often was the one encouraging her behavior (but this led to a lot of issues, both before and after her death).

and yes, i acknowledge there are problematic implications with the narcissistic family unit, and that it is much more complicated than the very watered down explanation i gave. I have both witnessed and lived some of those complications. The Afton's themselves have much more complicated dynamics, but this was a simple starting point that worked with a lot of William's untreated issues. i didnt want to get into that too much because this post is about Elizabeth, and I will elaborate more on William and the Afton family as a whole when i am writing about them.

That's it for now, but I would be happy to talk more about Elizabeth and her relationships with her brothers and parents, both before and after each of their deaths.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #elizabeth afton #william afton #michael afton #patricia afton #evan afton #charlie emily #henry emily #fnaf au #fnaf road to hell #road to hell au

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crumbleclub · 1 year

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Illusion discs allow for a lot of fun around people's perceptions of the user. I feel like they can be programmed to some degree, but they also show what the people affected by them expect to see.

Mike programs his to look like himself, immediately before the scoop. A young man, probably in the 17-24 range (can't decide where SL takes place in relation to 1, 2, and 3), tired looking, pretty much standard edition Mike.

Customer reactions vary. He's been mistaken for an animatronic once or twice. Some people seem to think he's older than he was when he died, perhaps because he's a business owner. The people who think he's the age he was often mistake him for just another employee at first. One man, inexplicably, complimented a moustache Mike has literally never worn.

If ghosts are affected by illusion discs (which I doubt), Evan might see a fox head where his face should be. To the other ghosts, he'd look enough like William for them to just see the killer they remembered.

Henry might see a shift of things. Sometimes he looks just how Michael programmed the disc to display him. Sometimes he sees William; the way he looked when they were younger, before everything went to shit. Sometimes he sees Michael, the way he looked as the little boy Henry got to know the first time. In fleeting moments, he looks like one of Henry's own children. Those moments never last very long.

Michael might visit Jeremy, sometimes. He's not sure what he sees— his friend's communication abilities never got back to where they used to be– but he seems to respond as if Michael looks normal.

He's encountered Springtrap with it on. Michael has no idea what he sees.

#fnaf #michael afton #kinda sorta #illusion disc shenanigans

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hearts401 · 10 months

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genuinely curious what is the pit dad au is it a good dad william au because I lowkey adore those please ramble about it I love listening to your rambles (if you have the time of course)

OOH pretty much? its a "william is a bad dad but shit happens and he realizes it early enough to fix it, or at least try" au!! plus some other drama ofc

basically william gets springlocked waaaay earlier on than in canon. he has an accident, is alone, and henry finds him too late. while henry is trying to get his body out of the suit, he wakes up and is like oh shit i died.

but he came back and he is ecstatic about that. His plan worked! he's (by all normal standards) immortal! and henry cleans him up and hes springbonnie instead of springtrap. (and of they take wills uhm. corpse out. williams rlly disturbed by it tho. henry finds that funny and they hold a funeral for william and everything and hes just. what.)

except springbon is sentient. bc springbon is my faborite. so williams got a buddy in his head! and springbon can control her own body still if she wants to! and springbon is new to parenting but she reeeeaally loves these kids

will just wants to experiment more with his newfound body and abilities and everything he can do but. without a bodyy... he cant do much off the stage unless he has the ability to walk around off of it without being in suit mode. which comes with needing to charge. and while he would totally just hook himself up to a random plug in his roomm springbon had henry cover them all with the little child proof plugs and will cant get them off bc his robot fingers r too big so if he stays in his room too long, he'll pass out (or just. power down? since hes a robot?)

so he's forced to interact with his family.

but he really does find he enjoys time away from work and his kids are not actually horrible obnoxious idiots like he'd always thoguht of them as (as a mixture of not wanting kids in the first place and being bitter that his wife is dead) and he realizes wow. this isnt so bad. he also bonds a lot more with henry and vanessa (the latter of which was just. his employee. he didnt know her well before but she's fun and helps him with maintenance when henrys busy)

in this au, Michael is 11-12, elizabeth is 7, and evan is 6! so they r pretty young. Michael does have built up resentment towards his father bc of how neglectful and cold he was, and williams like wow! that was shitty of me! mostly bc he sees howspringbonnie interacts with his kids and it vaguely reminds him of his wife. and hes like okay! time to reconcile with my kids! and while evan and liz eventually r like yeah this is cool mike is not. hes very hesitant to trust his father and doesnt liek him!!! grrr!!!! but william really wants to try!!!! try he will dammit!!!

on top of that will DID make the funtimes with the intent of experimenting with remnant but pitdad will is a wuss! he didnt make them to kill kids. he just knew remnant involved death and they were made properly to contain it, but not collect it. so basically he made machines to harvest souls without the harvesting part and jsut the souls. those blueprints and that research is concerning enough on its own tho... lets just say he wasnt on a great path and likely would've done bad things like in canon if he'd been left to his own devices. curiosity mixed with grief is a bitch and so is william afton

but the funtimes ARE sentient, and they know what they were made to do. at least circus baby does and she goes and tells everyone and they decide "yeah this place sucks lets just merge together and find a skinsuit" and that skinsuit was MEANT to be william but he. yk. has no skin anymore. his oldest son must be the second best thing, right?

also also also the missing kids are in fact missing! for other reasons tho heheheh

extra note but because of how remnant works william is TERRIFIED of fire. hes scared it'll split his soul from springbonnie so he's rllyyyy scared of fire and stuff!!!

i think thats all? thats all i can think of i could probably answer more specific questions tho this is the gist!!!! im glad u love my sillyguys and rambles ueueue

#tzu rambles #tzu asks #william afton #fnaf au #pitdad au

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viarayy01-blog · 10 months

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GoldenRock Au Masterpost!

Here are all the text posts i’ve made about this au;

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Characters:

THESE ARE NOT THE PERSONALITY TRAITS, JUST THE ROLE IN THE STORY

Cassie: Cassidy’s counterpart

Gregory: CC’s counterpart

Cassidy: Cassie's Counterpart

Evan: Gregory’s counterpart

Vanessa: Mikes counter but also Williams?

Mike: Ness’s counter but also Gregory's?

William: Still a serial killer but matches/mirrors Vanny from SB. so also a ness counterpart

Everyone else is the same mostly, don't really change the roles besides the fact that instead of CC (Greg in og) getting possessed by my mimic/glitch trap, it's mike (for GGYthing. Name would be MCL.) And William is still evil. He just follows a similar role to Vanny in sb but isn't a reluctant follower. He welcomes vanni as a parasite. He also is still partners with henry (business) but now they just own fredbears megaplex. Henry is basically the same. Charlie and Mike are close in age and Sammy is here too. And Jeremey. Bc gays. everyones a bit older here so like 16-17. They all work (illegitimately) at the plex as security guards on weekends and afterschool. Cheaper to pay and it keeps them out of trouble (looking at mike specifically). Vanessa is a corpse bc uhh… michael counterpart. She still works at the company as a repairman, but is not seen till later. all 5 missing kids (susie, gabriel, ect) are here as well, and they do indeed end up missing (more on that later)

Now animatronics.

Goes up to the toys bc i like them best. So the mini music men are the main toys, with mangle as the actual music man. There's only 3 mini’s obviously lmao. Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica. But they are very fast and perform with mangle in the arcade. Puppet is a map bot but also sun and moon?. she floats from the celling like moon does with his cord but thats where the similarities end. She gives guests glowing green wristbands that serve as the fazwatch in this universe. its for parents to keep track of their kid, using an app?? But here it is used to track kids to isolate them from each other, and make them go “missing”. Like circus baby if ykwim. Speaking of which, circus baby. I like her. So she's here as well. Remember peepaw afton. Yeah well that's circus baby now. Used to get vanni (parasite little bitch) what she needs to survive, a body of her own.

And uh funny story. Elizabeth finds out that her dad is possessed by a parasite from the 80’s and her brother is controlled by something similar, so William takes action ig. But wait. I'm not letting her go just yet. Afterall, Evan and Cassidy need a buddy to travel with as well, right? Their 2 extra friends aren't quite enough… So more on that later for spoiler reasons. also no mimic bc i dont even want to delve into that can of worms... closest u get is circus baby. be happy its JUST circus baby lmao

Ok main animatronics. Roxy, Glam Freddy, Spring Bonnie, and Golden Freddy. All the glamrocks are present in the 1980's original diner, but Ness got a bit angry and uhhh... oops Vanni made her kill people haha. so they are. gone. for now. Roxy and Freddy are completely robotic and have no sentience. Not in the traditional sense anyway. But… Spring Bonnie and Golden Freddy are. Got all that fun AI jazz. They don't match up with any of the glamrocks in particular? Just kind of their own character. So obviously spring bonnie gets the glitch thing from MCL William and is trying to kill Cassidy and Evan. Same with mangle and the toys. But GoldF is like glamrock freddy, AS A ROLE. completely diff personality. So he helps the kids. And that's when stuff really goes down.

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okay lets start with the emily’s becuase. because i can. Henry and William are partners in owning the plex and henry is known as the more approachable head of the company. he tends to walk around the plex and interact with all the kids and stuff. when shit heats up, he plays the role of trying to calm will down and figure out what’s controlling him in the first place. he tries to recode the animatronics (minus golden freddy) but it doesn’t… really work. fun stuff happens with him later >:)

now charlie. so charlie works as a security guard with mike, jeremy, and sammy on weekends to make a bit of extra cash. when mike and will get controlled (willingly or not) but Vanni, she takes the role of Cassie (sorta) and does her best to free mike. she’s the one who finds the foxy mask that lets her see wet floor bots. by deactivating the bots, she slowly weakens Vanni’s power over the other animatronics. she investigates what’s happening in the plex and protects the kids.

sammy plays a super crucial role to this au. he acts as tony in this au, and we all know what happens to tony in ggy… so uh not gonna say much about that til later but he is the MAIN investigator with charlie and has a fun encounter with mike eventually.

not an afton or a emily but jeremy is just tape girl in this. he records messages while he is hiding from william and mike because Vanni has deemed him a good host, even better than william or micheal. So he’s just hiding around and recording messages before he gets captured as a way to keep Vanni out of his head.

elizabeth is kind of still in the works story wise. she cant find her dad when he gets ‘captured’ by Vanni and then goes looking for him, and ends up in a room that she really shouldn’t be in. the scooping room. baby is there and takes the now organless elizabeth and stuffs her inside to be harvested for remnant. so… bye bye elizabeth. (ask from @hearts4ggy)

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mike is definitely uncomfy with having his body be controlled by a weird ass rabbit parasite dickhead thing, but william is very good at manipulating him so he just stays quiet. not 100% sure yet how he gets all caught up in the vanni stuff but my working idea is that vanni needs somebody else besides william to do its dirty work so they choose micheal bc he’s perfect for the job. checks off all the boxes. hates his brother (meh) related to william, and very easily manipulated. william used circus baby to insert part of vanni into him (with like a microchip or smth) and that’s that. micheal initially isn’t reluctant becuase his dad finally wants him for something (ouch) and he’ll do anything to make him proud, but after the Sammy Incident (tm) hes very reluctant. hes pretty aware and vanni lets him take control of his own body when interacting with the kiddos.

mmm i think evan would notice mike was off but would stay quiet because hes got his hands full with cassie and gregory. Elizabeth is a similar situation to micheal where her dad calls her into the scooping room and she follows because again, william finally wants her “help” with something. she’s used for information about what’s going on with evan and cassidy but when she says she doesn’t know vanni gets pissed and kills her so that she can be used for remnant to keep vanni active in both micheal and william. if anyone was to notice something weird about micheal, it sammy, then charlie. and ofc jeremy knows becuase that’s who micheal is mainly after until vanni can locate the kids.

henry has a lot of shit going on in this au but honestly, he just hides. he finds sammy and sees micheal kill him but does nothing to really help at first. he watches micheal drag sammy away and then the kids and charlie find him. he can’t bear to tell charlie what he saw so he just runs away into one of the remote security offices, which is the same one vanessa was in. vanessa tells him everything since she’s been watching the whole time from cameras but she herself isn’t strong enough to fight back, so henry takes that role from her. using the bracelet sammy was wearing (it has his name engraved on it but its a special puppet bracelet) she tracks him and tells him where to go to get the anamtronics (who are attacking the kids) under control. (ask from @hearts4ggy )

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This is kinda foreshadowing for the scooping incident i mentioned previously. but until that happens i would imagine vanessa being unable to deal with the lack of closure between her and gregory. he would show up in her dreams often, usally berating her over the bite. his death was caused by only her, no interference from vanny. and while cassie was killed out of desperation (more on that later) gregory was killed completely out of overreaction. vanessa had no idea that shoving him inside the mouth of the glamrock freddy animatronic would kill him, and yet her actions caused the death of someone she cared about. maybe the only person she ever truly cared about.

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character designs:

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if you want to see what else i’ve made for this AU, check this tag; #goldenrock au

#fnaf #fnaf art #fnaf au #au #goldenrock au #masterpost

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poindexters-labratory · 10 months

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Can you tell us about Mikey??

So... I started writing all of Michael's information and then I got 2,000 words in and realized that this was practically a perfect outline of everything that happens in this AU because Michael is the protagonist

Mind you, 2,000 words was just the introduction for the second installment of the AU, 'Blood, Sweat, and Tears', and that's a lot of spoilers for what happens if I was to continue writing for the rest of the installments (there's about six of them by the way, until Michael dies, 'Wild Cat', 'Before the Storm', 'Blood, Sweat, and Tears', 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria', 'Fazbear Emporium', and 'Reunion')

So, I can briefly go through Michael's history up until we start getting into the games:

CW: brief mentions of neglect, verbal abuse, physical abuse, psychological abuse, homophobia, substance abuse, and death (because it's not FNAF without it /hj)

Michael was born June 15, 1965

His full name is Michael John Edward Afton, he has two middle names

He is the one that made the Foxy character, his father begged for Henry to help build it

Mike was bullied in elementary school because of his family

He knew Jeremy Fitzgerald when they were in school together, they were friends

Evan was born when he was five

Lizzie born when he was eight, almost nine

Since mid-elementary, he hasn't liked his dad because his dad is really girly and not 'normal'.

Liked Henry a lot better

Jeremy left Hurricane

Had a distant mother and she left when he was about twelve with his sister

Before his mom left, he was a very polite and kind little boy

After his mom left and in the height of being a teenager, he became very aggressive, very confrontational, and this would decrease and increase depending on the stability of the relationships he had with the other people around him.

Would get in verbal altercations with his father very often, he's hit his dad once when he was sixteen, he's never gotten along with him very well but loves him because that's his dad

His father's springlock accident in early 1982 made him have a sort of epiphany that he really does care about his dad and he would be really sad if he was never able to see his dad ever again and feel guilty about not appreciating him and all of his oddities

Michael's behavior fell on the decline again after he broke up with a girlfriend, would scare Evan who was scarred by their dad's accident, witnessing it happen

Jeremy came back and Mike fell in love with him, and was a little concerned over this crush, which he found he could confide in his dad about since his dad is gay and understands that feeling of fear

Jeremy and Michael got together (in secret)

Broke up when Jeremy told a lot of people that Mike's dad was gay, and Michael beat the shit out of him

His behavior went on the decline again which resulted in the accident that happened in April of 1983

Michael moved out to live in California after he graduated to escape his spiraling father and his own guilt

He visited Hurricane a few times, his father's behavior getting stranger and stranger

Mike attended Charlotte Emily's funeral with his dad, both of them drunk and they decided to go home and drink some more

Not long after, in 1984, he got a call from the police department explaining that his sister and father were missing and Henry was dead

He came down to take a statement and look around the Afton house to see if anything was displaced, taken, or shouldn't be there and ending up finding the instructions from his dad to go to the Circus Baby rental place to "find his sister" whatever that means.

Mike is not a good person, he's done shitty things, he is a very flawed character which is why I love him as a protagonist. We actively get to watch him want to fix everything that he feels like he caused, even when it's not his fault. William is a direct foil to him because they're being proactive about their situation in completely opposite ways.

Michael wants to heal, heal the town's suffering from his father's actions, bring closure to the spirits, heal himself (accept what happened to his brother), and try to mend what's left of his family, i.e, him and his dad, and soothe his dad's pain. That's the responsibility he's decided he owes to his brother, Elizabeth, his dad, Charlie, and Henry. To stop and let it go.

William, however, wants nothing more than to be angry and hurt. He's not going to listen because he feels the universe owes it to him to inflict pain because of the terrible life he's lived, and the terrible things that happened to him. He wants to fester and he's decided that this is the only thing he can do, nothing will satisfy him. William is the angriest, most restless spirit and he won't let go of that anger.

Michael and William Afton's bond is the heart of the Hurricane AU and it's a big ol' analogy for unconditional love because I'm corny and love those kinds of stories, except this one doesn't have a happy ending because plot twist, Henry isn't dead and is just like William in terms of being very angry and not letting shit go. His method of setting shit on fire doesn't work very well and just made everything worse.

Anyway, I'm very tired, writing this at 3 in the morning

Michael Fun Facts!!

He's bisexual

He has ADHD and a Cluster B personality disorder of some kind, I have to diagnose him later

Very short, thanks to his mom

An animal guy and professional artist

Thanks to his dad, can play guitar extremely well

He's a dad, didn't know until the kid was seventeen though

Mike is, like, sixty, in the FNAF 3 location

Nicknames include: Mike, Mikey, call him Mickey, he'll make you explode, Sweets, Elizabeth-given name: Foxy Locks

Favorite animatronic: still Foxy

#fnaf #fnaf hurricane #michael afton #william afton #afton family #fnaf au #if there's any confusion just ask #i wrote this very tired and very hungry #somethings might not make sense #ask answered #jeremike

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miiilowo · 2 years

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How would you characterize Micheal throughout the years of his life?

i think shithead older brother plain an simple is the best way to start out. this can be hard to communicate if you did not grow up with two older brothers, but it is very simple:

objective as the youngest is to survive

theyre still nice sometimes but largely try to throw shit at your soft skull to try and dent it

jealous that the youngest sibling gets more attention/is praised more/etc

and i think thats pretty on the head for michael. i dont think he was ever TRULY trying to be actively super malicious, i just think he was an asshole teenage brother who thought making the little shit who got all the attention cry was funny if it meant he didnt get in trouble. definitely the 'im sorry hit me back hit me ill let you hit me if you dont tell dad please stop crying' type

when youre a teenager youre gonna have a lot of pent up emotions from a whole combination of things. a lot of them are gonna come from nowhere and youre gonna want to pin it on stuff, even if its not the actual cause. i think michael also probably did this and pinned any anger or inner turmoil he had on evan, regardless of if he actually had anything to do with it, because thats just like. standard 15-17 y/o behavior

after accidentally killing evan hes gonna be really fuckin upset. he was a dickhead, but he didn't want to kill anyone, that much is evident. theres two routes people typically take, which are "wow hes an unforgivable piece of shit" or "he's immediately amended of all sins and is nice now because he feels guilty". both of these are bad

he is a kid. an angry one at that. if an already angry kid kills their brother on accident, has guilt-induced nightmares about it, and probably hallucinates about it too? theyre not gonna get nicer, thats for damn sure!! i dont know if he could get MEANER, given the fact he has no targets, but i definitely think he'd get more snappy and probably a lot more paranoid. really a perfect storm to hallucinate even more (source: me) and then feel worse (source: me) and have it snowball (source: me)

gradually hes gonna get better. hes gonna learn to live with it. and i know for a DAMN fact this guy is funnysilly when hes an adult. constantly cracking jokes about his own demise, probably so thoroughly fed up with The Horrors that he reacts to shit like a letsplayer does. copes with everything via humor. best of all, thats backed up by the security logbook, making me the most objectively correct person on planet earth

i think when it comes to like. post-ennard mike, he'd probably lose some of that spark? you can only be so normal when youre a literal zombie shambling around. definitely would still retain the humor, but i think overall he'd be more grim. he's already died, he knows he cant live a normal life, and his only purpose is to kinda shut down everything his father started. thatll certainly weigh on the soul

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Helloooooo, I know you’ve been having a break (deservedly so😌) however….. I went to a magic Mike show in London today and all I could think about was “imagine James and Lily in this situation” I mean I’m no writer so I don’t know how the story line would go, obviously James dancing on stage and then lily in the audience, maybe Sirius tries to set them up after the show because he sees how much James fancies her? And we all know Sirius would love to show himself off so he could of course be on stage too😍😂 so my question is, would you ever consider writing maybe a one shot based around this? Or know anyone who would be willing? As I can no longer get this out of my head and will be thinking about this for dayyysssss😂😂

Girl, your request possessed me today 🤪 Next time save me a seat!

I give you...

🕺🏻 Magic James ✨

Fic below the cut!

James

“Pads, I’m going to fucking murder you—“

“How is this my fault?”

“Because all of this was your bloody idea!” James Potter cried out to his best friend while covered in baby oil and wearing ridiculously tight football shorts. James loved playing football, and he was good at it too, so he would know that wearing these shorts would actually not make any sense at all in the real world. How were you supposed to properly tackle if you were afraid you’d tear your kit and accidentally show everyone your skivvies in the process?

But that was neither here nor there. Because these were exactly the kind of football shorts you wore if you were a stripper at Magic Mike in London — because that was exactly the point. The more skivvies you showed off — or better yet, bare arsecheeks — the more popular you were.

“I didn’t hear you complaining when you voluntarily signed up with me and made a shit ton of cash every weekend for the past—”

“I just wanted to be supportive!” James rebutted, his voice going up an octave. Okay, so that wasn’t the whole truth (he’d always been a bit of a showoff and he knew he had the body to match), but it was at least partially true. Ever since Sirius’ terrible parents had cut him off financially, Sirius had needed to find inventive ways to make money so he could stay in university with James. James had offered to just pay his tuition for him, but Sirius had been much too proud to accept that. So James did the second best thing — he went to his jobs with him.

So that was the story of how James Potter found himself stripping on a Saturday night, some 30 or so odd kilometers from campus, presently losing his goddamn mind. You see, while James had a ton of fun dancing for cash while making ladies of all ages incredibly giddy — he still sort of wanted to keep his naughty little hobby a secret. So imagine his horror when he spotted his crush, the gorgeous redhead from his organic chemistry class that he hadn’t been able to shut up to his friends about for weeks, sitting front row in the middle of a bachelorette party. (Not hers at least — thank fuck.)

“Tcha. Sure,” Sirius teased, adjusting the silly, leather, fingerless gloves he was sporting. While James had been branded the jock of the performers, Sirius’ ensemble had more of a ‘bad boy’ vibe. James had doubled over laughing for a solid five minutes the first time he’d seen him backstage in it. “Look, maybe she won’t even recognize you—�� It was the wrong thing to say to poor, frazzled James, because the only thing worse than Lily recognizing him would be if she didn’t even care enough about him to remember his existence and didn’t. Sirius, best mate that he was, realized his mistake and pivoted. “Okay. Remember that thing you’re always telling me about how you get in the zone when you play football and nothing else matters?”

“Yeah?” James asked confused, really not seeing the correlation here. It wasn’t like he could just dribble around Evans and score.

“So… just do that. Don’t overthink it, just do what you do best: perform, fuck your opponents up, show no mercy, and dominate.”

James felt like his brain had just melted hearing all his usual sports tricks being used in reference to… her. “You want me to dominate Evans?”

“No, not like that!” Sirius’ expression changed from exasperated to contemplative. “I mean, maybe. If you think she’d be into that—”

“Okay, worst pep talk ever—”

“Prongs, mate,” Sirius said, putting his hands on his shoulders. “Stop stressing. You love this gig; I know you do. And you said it yourself that you don’t know how to break the ice with this girl, right? Well, guess what?” James groaned at the inevitable conclusion to this thought process. “This will be the best icebreaker ever.” Sirius gave James a good ol’ spank on the bum. “Have fun, go wild.” He winked. “Give her a show she won’t forget.”

Fuck my life.

Lily

“Is that… Sirius Black?” Lily’s friend and roommate Mary asked, far too excitedly, by her side after a boy their age walked on stage. The corny, overdramatic announcer had just proclaimed that it was actually, ‘PAAAAAAADDDDFOOOOOOTTTT!’ but everyone knew that was just a silly stage name.

“I doubt our classmates have secret side gigs as strippers, Mare,” Lily sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. Truth be told, she really hadn’t wanted to come here. These kinds of shows just weren’t her thing, but Frank was her best friend, and Alice was the love of his life — so she was trying to put in the effort by attending her bachelorette party.

Mary had also given her a pep talk after Lily had lamented how degrading this was to the men, saying, ‘Lils. Are you serious? These guys love their jobs. They get paid to have women ogle their physiques and go crazy over them. Even the gay ones get a massive ego boost and get paid to dance and then check out their boyfriends when they perform. It’s really not that deep. Leave your gender studies minor at school and have fucking fun! I promise you, none of them had a gun pointed to their heads when they took this job. Stop being so judgy and let the men do what they wanna do!’ Truthfully, that had put Lily in her place. Just because she wouldn’t be caught dead stripping, didn’t mean that other people felt the same way and couldn’t find it liberating.

“No, that’s definitely him. I’d recognize that bum anywhere,” Mary responded, eyes still glued to the stage.

“Oh my god, I think it is him,” Lily agreed, hiding her giggle behind her hand. Black was a bit of an enigma across campus, being one of the best looking students there, but always seeming too brooding and untouchable to approach. One of the only things that softened and humanized him was his best friend, Potter. With bright eyes, an easy laugh, and a presence that could light up even her most dreary of least favorite classes, Potter was hard to miss. So if Potter, an endless ray of sunshine, found Black to be a good best mate, Lily found that it spoke volumes of his character.

The crowd started going wild as Black, definitely the hottest dancer they’d had yet, started walking around the stage, clearly feeling at home in tight jeans and a vest. Was the look a lot? Yes. Was it simultaneously hot and showing off every inch of his gorgeous body? Also fucking yes.

Lily giggled as she felt herself loosening up, slowly becoming just as invested in this sexy little game of make-believe as all of her friends. She knew Black. He was one of the most stubborn men she’d ever met. No one would ever tell him what to do… so if he was here… He wanted to be here.

When he passed by her and practically twerked his ass in her face, she laughed her own ass off and put a five pound note in his g-string.

“There we go, Lils!” Mary cheered next to her, already having slapped his butt twice like she was playing the bongo drums. Lily guessed it was the reason Sirius seemed to be spending so much time on their side of the stage.

“I’m going to get another drink! Want one?” Lily yelled over the screams as she excused herself, needing a small breather from all the action. Mary was far too enthralled by the show to pay her any mind.

As much as Sirius was a great dancer, Lily was a bit embarrassed about where seeing him on stage was making her mind wander. Because, if she was being honest, she didn’t want to see Sirius up there, she wanted to see her goofy, ridiculous (-ly fit) lab partner strutting his stuff. For the first few weeks of class, she’d found him too cocky and a bit annoying, but the more she hung out with him, the more she realized all that arrogance was a mask for how adorably frazzled he got around her. It was a completely insane scenario, because he looked like a hero straight out of a Greek myth, but whatever. She’d often find him staring at her during lectures (and then kick himself) and making up the most ludicrous reasons to talk to her. She knew he was smart, but he’d still ask her for help with lab work. Of course she’d help him, but both of them knew it was all a secret rouse to hang out. Lily just hoped he would eventually work up the nerve to ask her out soon.

(And in the meantime, she was going to the university football games just to catch a glimpse of him playing. He was good. Like really good. He also seemed to go into some sort of fugue state when he played, completely in the zone, so Lily never even had to worry that he’d spot her in his crowd of admirers.)

Basically, Lily was a chicken. And she knew it.

Alas, that’s a problem to sort through another time, she thought as she returned to her seat, exorbitantly expensive drink in tow.

She’d just sat back down next to Mary, who was fanning herself off, when the announcer’s voice blared through the speakers once more: “And next, we have the incredible, looking damn edible, PRRRROOOOOONGGGGSSSSS!”

The next few seconds passed in a weird sort of blur as a few things happened in rapid succession. Firstly, the fittest crush she’d ever had walked out on stage to Sam Smith’s “Unholy” wearing a generic football uniform with a ball tucked under his arm causing Lily to think that perhaps she’d fallen on the steps and hit her head — now dreaming about what she actually wanted to see. Secondly, Mary turned to her and exclaimed, “No fucking way!” the most pleased grin ever plastered on her face. Mary had spent far too many drunken nights hearing Lily lamenting over her crush of the nerdy footballer, so as far as she was concerned, the sooner the two gave in to their obvious attraction to each other and actually went out, the better. Thirdly… damn, Potter was really good at doing little football party tricks. Never letting the ball touch the ground, he’d bounced it on what seemed like every one of his delectable body parts, all while ripping off his shirt.

Oh. My. God.

Who the fuck did he think he was? Lily swore time stood still as the thin — obviously pre-torn, but who the hell cared — fabric of his top gave way to reveal his glistening (why is it glistening?!) chest in the dazzling lights of the stage as he kept, miraculously, bouncing that damn ball. Honestly, Lily didn’t know what to be more impressed with: his fucking toned as hell body, or his obvious skill that came from years and years of loving the sport. It was hot that he’d committed so much time and effort into something. Lily really wanted to be the next thing he committed effort into — his next fucking obsession.

She also really wanted him to get off the stage so she could ogle him all by herself, preferably in the comfort and privacy of her own flat. Now. Please and thank you.

“Put your panties back on…” Mary drawled at her side, completely over the moon to have caught Lily in such a horny state.

“Shut up,” Lily shot back, cheeks feeling like they were on fire. She still wasn’t convinced that she wasn’t dreaming. Her throat had gone dry as all of her body’s moisture had somehow all drained… elsewhere. Get it the fuck together, Evans. He’s a human. Show him a little respect.

But looking at his body as he did a bicycle kick to rid himself of his prop ball and then somehow jumped forward onto his feet when he’d just been laying flat on his back… maybe she wanted to retract that statement. This man was many things… but a damsel in distress in need of her honorable gaze in order to protect his virtue was not one of them. This man was hot as fuck — he knew it… and he wanted her to relish it.

And who was Lily to not play along with that?

His eyes landed on her a second later, and Lily swore that she felt her heart as it skipped a beat. His almost shy smile to his trainers as he threw himself into a daring front flip and landed into some sort of unnatural humping position, held up entirely by his upper half, only amplified all of her stomach’s butterflies.

“Are you fucking… Lily. Lily fucking Evans…” Mary hissed beside her. “Look at him. LOOK AT HIM! If you don’t shag this man in the next five minutes, I swear to—“

Mary didn’t get to finish her sentence, because in the next moment, right after James had finished making Lily desperately pray to the heavens above that she could be reincarnated into a very specific section of laminate, the DJ had switched the song. The whole vibe of the club changed as a very sultry beat came on, Ashlee’s “Alone With You,” and James walked right to the very edge of the stage, and offered her his open palm.

Her. Offered her. Lily looked at his hand like it was a ticking time bomb.

“Go!” Mary roared as she shoved Lily forward into James’ awaiting grasp.

Lily allowed James to pull her onto the stage, eyes wide and heart thudding madly. “Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi,” he responded in kind.

Sure, she’d been around him plenty of times before, but chest to (oily, glistening, fucking naked) chest seemed very different. He still had the same eyes off course, promising mischief — but now it was impossible not to know exactly what sort of mischief he was foretelling with those golden specks, glowing in a sea of hazel warmth. His smirk that she’d interpreted as perfectly wholesome before was downright filthy now, and his hair that had looked so windswept in the past currently mocked her former innocence with how obviously it screamed sex. She wanted to run her hands through it, she wanted to pull it, she wanted to absolutely destroy it as she rode him, forcing him to look up into her eyes as she came around him.

Who the fuck was she and what did this magical place do to her?

“You okay with this?” he asked her as he walked backwards, leading her to the center of the stage, clearly about to incorporate her body into his routine if she’d let him.

She couldn’t wait. “Do your worst,” she answered, deciding, fuck it, she was all in.

James’ face contorted between shock, glee, and unmitigated lust all in the span of two seconds. “You sure?” he whispered, body lithe and bare and hers. So hers right here in front of her. He had this errant, dark lock on his forehead, all but challenging Lily to sink her fingers into his hair and muss everything up even further. Why are you so obsessed with his hair right now?

“Yes. You can do whatever you want to me, Potter.” Lily wasn’t sure where it came from, but she was sure she’d never meant a sentence more.

James smirked, coming completely into his element as he swung Lily around by her hand and caught her spin right in front of chest. “Just keep your body limber, okay?” he hushed into her ear as she was pressed up against him.

Before she even had time to ponder his request, Lily felt James’ large hands — the same ones she’d only briefly touched before as he’d passed her notes and pencils in class — close in around her waist before hoisting her up in the air. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and she supposed that was the point, because a moment later he had her pinned up against a prop wall. There wasn’t an encouraging yell louder than Mary’s in the crowd… and an unknown man’s whooping from backstage.

James did a tantalizing body roll into her, making Lily gasp as she felt his hips lighting up every inch of her core. When she’d put on leggings earlier in the night, she’d been thinking about her comfort during an uncomfortable night out on the town — not donning the perfect clothing to feel her crush’s pelvis as it crashed rhythmically into her own in front of an entire audience.

“All right, Evans?” James asked as he pushed his hips into her further, making her eyelids flutter closed and keeping her steady against the wall so he could grab her left wrist, and then her right, pinning both of them next to her head. Lily didn’t know she needed this rough manhandling in her life until she was literally experiencing it. He was tossing her around like she was a rag doll and she was loving it. His breathing was coming in hot and heavy on the side of her throat, and she had to wonder if it was club protocol for dancers to actually start kissing their marks. Sure, it was only the soft, gentle start of a neck hickey, but the sensation still had her squirming against him, trying to fight herself from moaning his name as his clutch around her wrists tightened. He had to be getting off on this move too. He had to be.

The lyrics of the song talked about not letting him stop right there, and Lily vehemently agreed. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t. She couldn’t wait to see what she could push him to do next. “Is that all you got?”

He smirked at her goading, pulling back before sliding her upwards against the wall so he could sneak his shoulders underneath her thighs, pulling her knees behind him as he propped the apex of her legs right in front of her face. Her hands instinctually dug into his unruly locks — in order to steady herself on this precarious perch, or because this move was clearly meant to simulate oral sex and that’s exactly where her hands would find themselves if he’d been doing this for real, she wasn’t at liberty to say. All she knew was that a few seconds later, she felt one strong hand gripping her thigh, keeping her safely in place above him, and another on the small of her back for balance as he spun them from the wall, bringing them back to centerstage. Damn, he’s strong… And fuck did she want to actually be feeling this. As hot as the tease was, as warm as his breath was soaking right through the thin cotton fabric of her leggings, she wanted more, she needed more. She could so easily imagine him tearing her clothes off, ridding her of these pesky barriers, and plunging his tongue deep into where she really wanted it.

How was he making her feel this way? How was he getting her all hot and bothered like this in public?

Her consciousness broke through her lecherous thoughts as she realized just how blinding the stage lights were. It was very different to be staring at James — whose aura could completely drown out the screams of horny ecstasy roaring all around them — than at a white wash alerting her that she was currently a main character in this spectacle happening on a stage being illuminated from above.

As if sensing her concern, James shrugged her off of his shoulders immediately, catching her around his chest before lowering both of them to the floor. For a second, it was just them again, Lily’s mind traveling to some far off scenario where she’d actually had the nerve to ask James out on a date, it had gone well, and they were celebrating together in her bed. She bit her lower lip as she looked down. He was holding his upper body weight off of her making his biceps bulge, caging them in together, but his hips were back to resting against hers as if he truly couldn’t resist her. She had to wonder if the growing hardness she felt there was all a part of the act, or if it was actually just him.

Her eyebrow raised as she caught his gaze, a smirk forming on her lips. “You all right, Potter?” Staying still, just staring at each other, had to be bad for business. She had a growing suspicion that neither one of them cared.

He looked almost sheepish. “Shut it, Evans.”

In a mortifying moment, Lily realized he’d seen just how envious she’d been of the floor earlier when he started repeating the same damn humping motion, holding himself up above her as he used his ab muscles to lower his hips and legs down over her body in a snaking motion again, and again. The coordination it took… the core strength… the way it’s rubbing his clearly hard cock against me over and over.

Lily Evans was a fucking goner for this man. Just as she was admiring one of his football injuries on his collarbone, wondering if she’d get kicked out of the club for kissing it (what could she say? Mary’s yells from the sidelines were making her feel awfully brazen), James fully dropped his body weight on top of her and rolled them over so Lily was straddling his lap. One of his hands found purchase on her hip, encouraging her to grind on him.

“Ride me, Evans,“ he cooed as he found his footing beneath him, bucking his pelvis up and down in waves.

He was so fucking hot. Lily’s hands started on his abs, his unnaturally well defined abs, as his first action had taken her by surprise and she’d needed to stabilize herself (okay, fine, and she really wanted to touch those perfect, perfect abs), but she found herself wanting more intimacy the longer he kept rocking her on top of himself. Even though his free hand was pushing one of hers up his chest, urging her to feel every cut ridge and ripple of his oiled up body, she had her own ideas of what she wanted. Grabbing the hand on her hips, she peeled his fingers off of her and trailed them up her waist, grazing the side of her breast, before she interlocked her fingers with him between their bodies. Their eyes locked, understanding dawning on his face, as he switched up the positioning of their other hands and did the same, squeezing her palms into his own. Something changed in his eyes then, she guessed in both of theirs, as if he too was suddenly living the exact same scenario as she was where this could be real, she could be saucily rolling her body on top of him for real — if only they had the balls to do something about it.

“Go out with me, Potter,” she panted. She didn’t know if it was her actual feelings, or the booze, or the nerves, or her fucking riled up hormones (so ready to fuck the shit out of this boy), but whatever it was, she was so friggin’ glad she’d finally had the guts to just ask.

James’ hips stilled, dropping Lily flat on top of him with an ‘Oof!’

“Are you serious?!” he cried out, oh so fucking happy. He didn’t let her wallow in the terrifying possible connotations of that question for too long, because before she knew it, he’d pulled her the rest of the way down to his level, and kissed her soundly as one of his hands buried in her hair.

“Ehhh… let’s give it up for PRRRROOOONGGGSS!?” the announcer’s voice declared as chaos descended upon the club. About two hundred women had just witnessed one of the sexiest dancers planting a life-altering smooch on an audience member and were now clamoring to be next.

“Oy, shit head! Get off the stage!” Lily broke free from James’ kiss and looked back to see Sirius staring at them incredulously behind the curtain. A moment later, James jumped to his feet and dragged her backstage with him. “What the hell were you—” he stopped himself short and interjected a jovial little, “Hi, Evans,” for her sake.

“Hi, Black,” Lily replied awkwardly, not really knowing where things were supposed to go from here.

“Glad you finally threw this guy a bone. Things were getting pretty desperate,” Sirius said casually before turning back to James. “You’re probably fired, you know that?”

“Yeah…” James replied, cutely running a hand through his hair. Lily noticed his other hand remained firmly interlocked with hers. “I don’t really care though?”

Sirius rolled his eyes before walking back to the dressing room to get ready for his next set. “Tosser!” he yelled over his shoulder.

James turned back to Lily, his eyes glowing with possibilities. “So…” he began awkwardly. Cutely. Wonderfully. “You wanna maybe get out of here?”

“Yes.” Lily nodded, fighting off a shit-eating grin herself. “Absolutely.”

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I hope it was everything you hoped for! ♥️

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angelofrainfrogs · 10 months

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Going Back: Ch. 3

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: Things are looking up for Gregory. After putting the soul of a formerly-immortal killer to rest, he and his new family can finally begin their lives anew. Sure, Gregory might have been cursed with mysterious Remnant in exchange for being involved in this mess—not to mention his caretakers consist of sentient robots and ghosts… But there’s no doubt that the bond they share is unbreakable. They love him, and he in turn.

All in all, life is finally starting to go right for once.

…Unfortunately, true peace is a hard-won battle. There are other things to contend with besides William’s decrepit soul, and Gregory will learn that his role in the lives of the Aftons and Emilys is far greater than anyone could’ve imagined.

Rating: T

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“Oh shit…,” Michael breathed in a whisper, he and Charlie stopping in their tracks. The voices muttering from the darkness were completely unfamiliar, as were the way they snapped at each other. The closest Michael could compare it to was when he’d bickered with Lizzie and Evan as kids. With a grimace, he leaned towards Charlie to whisper in her ear. “I think these might be other kids who… you know.”

He couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder at where the endoskeletons stood, still and silent in their dismantled states. With a shudder, he also recalled the image of three small bodies wearing demented S.T.A.F.F. bot masks. Out of the trio, Michael had only recognized Hannah’s tiny, frozen frame.

“Hey, um… we’re not here to hurt you,” he said, trying to sound calm despite his racing mechanical heart. Charlie may have done this sort of thing many times, but Mike was still new to the whole concept of giving recently-deceased children her Gift. Keeping a tight hold of Charlie, he offered the voices a tiny smile, unsure if they could actually see it in the darkness. “I’m Michael, and this is Charlie. We’re friends.”

To the girl at his side, he whispered: “I thought you said Hannah was the only one that came back!”

Charlie gave him a hard shrug so he could feel her equal confusion.

“I tried to bring back three kids. I only got Hannah,” Charlie explained in a hush. She alternated into a louder call, adding a tense smile to her voice just like Mike. “Hello? I’m Charlie! We only want to help—”

Then, it was back to whispering with Michael. “—these must be the other two. I didn’t sense anything when we came in here today; they must’ve been hiding!”

It was the most logical conclusion she could draw.

“Can you believe they're whispering about us like we're not here?” sounded a voice from directly behind them, making Charlie actually jump in shock. “Hellooo? Do you guys work here? One of your stupid employees locked us in this shitty room!”

As one, Charlie and Michael whipped around and saw the two apparitions. Charlie took stock of the way they looked and it made her regret opening her eyes. They were two pale, fair-haired boys. Their heads from the crown to their jawline were leaking steady streams of blood, so vivid and dark that Charlie thought it was all a bad dream for a moment—too much at once to be real.

“Yeah,” the other agreed, crossing his arms and leaning against his brother, his crooked neck making him a little shorter than his sibling. “You guys sure took your sweet time finding us.”

It took all of Michael’s willpower not to scream at the sight of the ghosts. He was used to apparitions that were indistinguishable from living humans unless you looked really hard—these boys appearing as they did the moment they died was something else entirely. Their bleeding heads reminded Michael way too much of Evan’s mangled body after he’d been pried from the jaws of Golden Freddy…

Despite William’s instruction to stay in the back room, Michael couldn’t resist the urge to see the damage he’d done to his brother. That whole day was a horrendous blot of darkness in Michael’s memory, but the image of Evan’s bloodied, slack-jawed face with eyes rolled far back into his skull was the focus of his nightmares for decades afterwards.

Finally releasing Charlie, Mike pressed a hand over his mouth and tried to take deep breaths as he started to tremble. However, this only strengthened the scent of death and decay he inhaled from the bodies in the corner, so he quickly scrapped that idea, thankful androids didn’t need to breathe. He didn’t want to offend or upset the kids—it wasn’t their fault they looked like that—but Michael wasn’t going to be any help until he cleared his head first.

“J-Just give me a s-sec,” he choked out, meeting Charlie’s gaze for the briefest second before fully turning away.

“Yo, lady is he gonna throw up?” the first boy asked, peeking over to where Michael was taking a time out. Charlie tried her best to shield Mike with her body and distract the spirits.

“Him? Nah, don't even worry about him. What's your names?” Charlie begun to investigate, trying to figure out exactly how much they knew what was really going on.

The more dominant of the two brothers stepped forward and jabbed a thumb towards himself. “We're Cain and Quinn. I’m Cain; he’s not. Figure the rest out. I'm getting tired of being locked in this room, so can you tell your friend to hurry up?”

The snappy tone was not helping the situation, making Charlie narrow her eyes at the pair.

“Bad news, kid,” she said bursting the thirteen year old's bubble. “We don't work here. Besides, last time we checked that door could open...”

Now the children stirred uncomfortably, false confidence that was there before met with uncertainty. The two brothers looked between each other, concerned. Charlie, in the meantime, looked behind herself and took stock of her friend still recovering from the initial shock. It was how Hannah looked too, until she remembered. Then it was all a matter of keeping one's emotions in check to control their appearance. Something told her it might take a moment to help these stubborn kids, and with Michael still trembling they would get nowhere fast.

Charlie walked over and rubbed between Mike's shoulder blades as she spoke to the boys. “How long have you guys been in here?”

This only seemed to cause the brothers more confusion, sharing a quizzical look amongst themselves. Cain was the first to speak again.

“Like a week—”

“—You don't know what you're talking about.” Quinn rolled his eyes, his voice taking on a less ethereal tone. “It's been like a night.”

“No! Shut up; okay, like—we've been in here for a week. Quinn doesn't remember anything. Ass-hat...” Cain bickered back, adamant about how lost they were before, and how long they seemed to have been trapped in the darkness.

As the boys argued, Michael managed to pull himself together and straighten up. Luckily this was getting to be an easier task each time, the panic attacks less debilitating when he reminded himself of two important facts: William was gone for good, and Evan and Lizzie forgave him for how horrible he'd been as a snot-nosed teenager.

Speaking of such children, when Michael turned around he was able to get a good look at Cain and Quinn. Beneath the blood trail, they seemed like totally average kids—albeit pissed-off ones, though Mike certainly couldn't blame them.

“Sorry you got stuck here, guys,” he told them, offering a weak, sympathetic smile. He paused, then gestured awkwardly to the dark room. “Stuck in general, I mean, with... with what happened. You got brought back last night because of Charlie here.” He patted his friend's shoulder, also as reassurance that he was okay and she could now focus her concern on the ghost kids. “She was trying to see if anyone was still hanging around so she could help you out.”

Cain threw up his arms, exclaiming: “Yes! That's what I was trying to say! We need help—wait, what do you mean brought back?”

He’d been sidetracked, looking between the strangers with animosity. When Cain glanced to his brother, it was almost like he was seeing the blood for the first time.

“—SHIT! Dude, your head!” The boy pointed, cowering away from his sibling.

As Quinn looked back he gasped, seeing an equivalent shimmering dried blood on Cain’s horrified face. “MY head?! Dude, your head!”

The proceeded to touch each other's skulls without the ability to really feel the pain. It looked painful, but almost synchronically the twins found out nothing really hurt. Not anymore.

“Guys, you've been in this room for at least a week. How do you think you've been eating…?” Charlie asked them, allowing the truth to sink in silently for a moment.

“Damn it! I knew we shouldn't have followed that weird kid inside...,” Quinn griped regrettably. His arms crossed as they blamed everything but themselves. Why should they have trusted the grimy, neighborhood outcast to begin with?

…Because it’d been something to do, was the answer, ironic in its simplicity. The twins didn't have money to spend on games or pizza at the mall, so they snuck in alongside a boy who promised they could get free pies and games if they were careful about it.

Michael frowned at the mention of a “weird kid,” but decided not to question it right now. They needed to focus on getting Quinn and Cain to accept they were dead without them having a mental breakdown, if possible.

“Hey, guys?” Mike spoke up, calling the twins' attention to him. “Look, I'm not going to lie: this situation sucks. You don't deserve what happened to you—you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” He let that sink in, hoping the kids wouldn't be too offended by his more direct approach.

“But, unfortunately... you're not the only one this happened to,” Michael went on, his voice a bit softer along with his expression. He slung an arm around Charlie's shoulders, trying to sell the twins on their casual, friendly demeanor. He pointed his free thumb to Charlie, then to himself. “Charlie and I? We've been working to put things right, and we've found a few other kids that ended up like you. It's horrible and you have every right to be upset—but just know that you're not alone. If you want, we can take you to see the others; they're always up for new friends... Well, once we figure out how to get out of this room.”

He glanced sidelong at Charlie, hoping he hadn't overstepped whatever routine she had for dealing with these temperamental ghosts.

Charlie gave Michael a supportive nod, appreciating the help. Being essentially this company’s personal grim reaper was tiring. While she’d never had someone assist her in talking down spectral children before, she found it helped exponentially—especially when there was more than one lost soul to comfort.

“Just like that? Dude—right on our 13th birthdays?” Cain asked, arms bent at the elbows and facing palm up. When he looked to his brother and found him unresponsive, Cain nudged Quinn roughly. The sudden, jarring memory of a spike bursting through the top of his brother's skull, blood spraying out like an aggressively shaken can of pop had made Cain weak in the knees as he began to really shake his shell-shocked brother. “QUINN, ANSWER ME, I'M FREAKING OUT!”

It wasn't long before Charlie came over, touching the volatile kid's shoulder. She had some words of encouragement, but found she didn't need them as Cain turned and beat the sides of his fists against her ineffectively.

“No! Don't touch me! I-I'm not dead, okay?! I'm not and neither is he! Got it?!” The threat was vague and scared, coupled with Cain’s writhing as Charlie caught his wrists in her hands. She simply held them as Cain began to weep, all while his brother stared deeply into the rusted grain of the floor.

Hesitantly, Michael moved to Quinn's side, crouching slightly to look into his blood-smattered face. The boy's gaze was far away, and Mike could only imagine what horrors he was reliving.

“Hey...,” he murmured, reaching out a tentative hand and touching his shoulder. Quinn winced away, causing Michael to snatch his hand back with a quick apology. “Sorry! Sorry...”

He paused, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced to where Charlie was trying to comfort the other twin. Eventually, Michael turned his focus back to Quinn with all the empathy he could possibly muster.

“Okay, so you guys had the shittiest 13th birthday ever... I get that. Mine sucked ass, too.” He offered a tiny smile, though it garnered no response. “But you want to know something kind of cool? You guys have powers now—Charlie can show you how to use them. At least that's something, right?”

“Powers?” Quinn finally perked up. Perhaps friends and powers could make up for the world’s suckiest birthday party...

Charlie eventually resigned that Cain, in all of his impotent rage, had given up the fight quickly and chose to sob into the front of her shirt. There she would pet down the back of his head, encouraging him to cry it all out as she watched his brother’s progress.

“Yep. You guys are going to feel a little silly for being so upset,” she said to hype up the only pros there were to being dead. “Floating, transparency, and did you know you can just possess things?”

Quinn gave a shrug, a small smile cracking at the corner of his lips.

“Cain? Hey... I-I'm sorry, lady—uh, Charlie. You know, for my brother...” Quinn pulled his more emotional sibling away and hugged him, their appearances becoming more normal and their features more clear. Not to her complete shock, Charlie found herself recognizing the brothers from one of the many missing person’s flyers that had found their way into the basement.

“Seriously, you don’t have to apologize,” Michael spoke up for Charlie, knowing she wouldn’t mind. He stood again, flashing her a relieved grin before looking back to the brothers. “Like we said, we’re here to help—both with the bad stuff and the awesome things like supernatural powers.”

Mike glanced around the room, his eyes settling again on the sliver of light coming from underneath the doorway. His grin brightened and he raised a questioning eyebrow at the twins.

“Actually, maybe you can test one of them out? We’ve got to get out of this room, but the button for the door is on the outside—do either of you think you’d be up for trying to phase through walls?” He shoved his hands in his pockets and gave a nonchalant shrug. “Personally I think that’s a great one to start with—it’s a classic, after all.”

Quinn wondered if he and Cain could go together. It took a minute to get his sibling to calm down, and though their words earlier were harsh to each other, the two appeared to get along better when the other was in need. As Cain wiped his eyes, his told his brother: “I know you want to go, you better not leave me here.”

The threat was empty, but Quinn seemed to appreciate it nonetheless and escorted Cain towards the door. With beginner’s luck, the two of them phased through the thick metal in a singular step. Their forms disappeared for all but a moment before the door was opened again.

“Good job, you both!” Charlie cheered, covering her eyes from the obnoxious glare of the light in the main room.

Mike leaned into Charlie again, placing a gentle hand on her back as he murmured in her ear: “I’m going to dismantle the last endo—give me two minutes.”

True to his word, Michael sped back to the last “active” robot and made quick work of decommissioning it beyond repair. Returning to Charlie’s side, he tugged her arm to pull her away from the kids. Thankfully, Cain and Quinn were involved in a heated debate over which ghostly power was the best so Charlie could spare a second to speak with Michael.

“We should definitely take these two down to Henry and the others like… now,” Michael stated, then gave a little sigh. “It’ll be tricky, but I don’t think we should let Sammy see anyone but my siblings and your dad today, if we can help it. He’s clearly stressed as hell, and it’ll be hard enough for him to deal with three ghosts he knows, let alone four more random dead kids... Maybe we take the twins down to Cassidy and Hannah, and give them a heads-up to keep a low profile? We can just keep Sammy in Henry’s workshop while we visit.”

The disturbed twins were distracted enough, walking on ahead and independently of Michael and Charlie. She agreed with her friend, feeling their best chances were letting Quinn and Cain hang out with Cassidy. Charlie was sure they’d get along with their comparatively abrasive personalities, and it was the best option not to stress her brother out as much as humanly possible.

“For sure—” she whispered back. Her dad could probably handle a bunch of kids running around, ghosts or not. After all, it used to be his job to keep them entertained. “—I'll tell them. Hey guys, wait up! We're going to take you to see Cassidy and Hannah!”

Quinn and Cain glanced at Charlie from over their shoulders, and Quinn pulled aggressively on his brother's arm to stop Cain's gait.

“Yo dumbass, pay attention!” Quinn scolded his more air-headed counterpart. When Cain turned around, he roughly shoved Quinn to make him lose his balance.

“Boys! Come on, stop being so rough! There's video games in the basement if you're good!” Charlie enticed, causing the two to speed back and latch onto her side in an attempt at obedience.

“Yup—tons of games that aren't even in the normal arcades!” Michael added to sweeten the deal. “You've just got to follow us and not wander off, okay? It's not too far of a walk.”

With that he would lead the charge, trusting Charlie to bring up the rear and occasionally checking over his shoulder to make sure that Cain and Quinn were walking between them. The boys were definitely rowdy, but their latent uncertainty of their situation combined with the small trust they'd built between themselves and these seemingly-friendly adults was enough to keep them from wandering out of their sight. After many twisting passages and downwards staircases, they made it to the hallway that marked the official entrance to the old Pizzeria.

“Alright guys, we're super close now!” Michael said, turning to face the twins and walking backwards a few paces. He could tell they were getting restless and hoped that seeing more kids and/or Henry would help ease their nerves. Turning back around, Michael was suddenly hit with the sense that someone—or something—was watching him. He pinched the bridge of his nose, resisting the urge to groan. How he could've forgotten about the other entity residing down here, he had no idea...

It was a toss-up whether kids would be freaked out or entranced by an amalgamation of animatronic parts, so Michael called out loud enough for his voice to echo throughout the cavernous space: “We'll go visit my Uncle Henry first—Charlie's dad. He's super cool and will take care of you guys. We can introduce anyone else down here later, so they should stay put until I call them out.”

As he spoke the last word Michael reached the door to Henry's workshop. He knocked, finding it unlocked and opening at his touch. He ushered the trio inside quickly, then turned to see his uncle standing by his workbench.

“Oh!” Henry exclaimed, his face immediately lighting up at the sight of Charlie and Mike, then softening into a mildly confused expression when he saw the boys at their side. “Hello, everyone; I wasn't sure when to expect you. I see you found some new… friends?”

“OOOH!” Lizzie gasped, popping out from the inner hatch of the charging pod she’d seen her dad finally die inside of. “More friends?! Hello! Hiiii, Michael~”

Lizzie waved to the group, seeming in good spirits. When she spied the two boys, Elizabeth turned her nose up; she’d been playing with Cassidy and Hannah, and felt it unnecessary to hang around the rough-looking twins.

“Evan! It's two boys!” she called, eyes widening when Quinn and Cain came to take an experimental wander around Henry's workshop.

“You’re Charlie's dad?” asked Cain, picking up various wrenches, unable to keep his hands to himself as Quinn meandered towards Elizabeth.

After clearing her throat, Charlie came over to greet her dad with a hug.

“Sorry I keep finding more!” she remarked in a jovial tone, not quite upset as long as the kids were okay. “We can't stay for long; we have to go find Sammy, but we'll be right back with him.”

“Oh, um—alright,” Henry said, looking a bit frazzled by the sudden influx of kids as he hugged onto Charlie. However, he certainly couldn't fault his daughter for trying to give those taken away by William's cruelty a second chance. After letting go, Henry turned to Cain and flashed him a kind smile, crouching down and thrusting out a hand. “And yes, I'm Charlie's dad—you can call me Henry. It's nice to meet you...?”

“Cain!” The boy pointed to himself, then to his brother, gesturing widely and attaching his name along with him.

Congruently, Quinn stared through Elizabeth whilst trying to figure out something to say. Eventually, he settled for asking: “So… do you like Foxy?”

He figured it’d be beneficial to see which Fazbear characters this girl favored as a way of getting to know one of the ghosts he might be spending eternity with. The question put sparkles in Liz’s eyes, and she felt less nervous with some common ground between them.

Meanwhile, Evan had been playing quietly in the corner with a couple of slightly-charred Freddy and Bonnie plushies, making a big show of Freddy absolutely kicking Bonnie's ass. He jumped to his feet at the sound of his brother's voice, dropping the toys and already rushing over before Lizzie called his name.

“Mike!” Evan exclaimed, latching onto Michael's leg and grinning up at him, completely ignoring the new faces.

“Oof—hey, buddy!” Michael laughed, ruffling Evan's hair until he let go. “How's everything been?”

“Good! I can run around so much now; it's awesome!” Evan had vowed never to be stuck inside a robot again, no matter what.

“I'm glad,” Michael replied, the anxiety he had about leaving his siblings alone disappearing with the words. They seemed just fine with Henry to watch over them, as expected. Placing a hand on Evan's shoulder, Michael turned him around to face the room and pointed to the twins. “Did you hear Lizzie? We brought some new friends—you want to say hi?”

Evan hesitated for a moment, biting his lip. Then he slipped his hand into Michael's and gave a little nod. Even after all this time, the kid was still a bit people-shy. With a soft smile, Mike walked him over to the new boys—he'd introduce them, then head back up top with Charlie to grab the rest of their ever-expanding group of companions.

When Cain spotted Evan, he looked to the younger boy with a slight smile on his face. At least they wouldn't be alone—even though they had each other, there was only so much comfort they could give in such strange circumstances. Now that the support group was larger, the twins felt a little safer at the resignation of their fate.

***

As Michael and Charlie departed, a spring in their steps after they’d rescued more lost souls, they slowed their pace in tandem upon hearing a metallic banging in the vents.

“WHY CAN'T WE-E SAY H-HI-I?” asked the pneumatic and coarse voice inside.

“Because you're freaky,” Michael replied without missing a beat, turning towards the noise. Sure enough there was a grated opening to the vents just overhead, through which a lone eyeball suspended on a wire peeked through. If Michael squinted, he could just make out a hint of the white clown mask lingering in the darkness. He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“These kids just realized they've met a bad end and are trying to adjust—they don't need to see you coming at them on top of everything else,” Michael explained, gazing up at Ennard. He clenched his teeth for a moment, then pointed out a fact that he hoped would curb Ennard's desire to see the new kids. “Besides, they're with Elizabeth right now and I don't think you want to bother her, do you?”

Another pause, then Michael rolled his eyes high to the sky and muttered: “Also I'm sure you wanted to say hi to me the most, anyway, so... hi.” He lifted a hand slightly in a sarcastic wave.

Ennard shrunk at the sound of Lizzie's cheerful voice echoing through the hall, having to admit that Michael was right. Of course Ennard just came out to greet him.

“HI MIKEY...” Their eyeball batted affectionately his way. Then to some extent Ennard extended the hello to Charlie, their tone muter but still with a friendly nature to it. Charlie imparted a smile and a wave, but before she could say anything in return Ennard turned their focus back to Michael.

“WE HELPED OUT... ENNARD BROUGHT THE RABBIT AND THE FOX UP...” They pointed, trying to communicate that they moved the powered-down units for Samuel to more easily work on them. The other busted robots were already in Parts & Services, waiting for Sammy’s attentive hands.

“Really?” Though Michael was loathe to admit it, he did appreciate Ennard's desire to assist where they could, even when Michael himself wasn't present. “Uh... thanks, I suppose. I'm sure Sammy appreciated the help. Did Sammy actually see you? Or... have an actual conversation with you?”

Once he remembered Ennard's presence in the basement, Michael had already begun plotting ways to get the robot to stay away while they brought Sammy down so the poor man didn't pass out again from being overwhelmed. However, while Michael still didn't necessarily want them to interact, if Sammy was at least aware of his mysterious helper's presence it might make things easier in the long run...

“WE ARE SHY...” Ennard admitted. They were well aware that human adults would judge him more harshly than, say, a lone child. They elaborated, telling Michael, “WE... WROTE HIM A NOTE.” As Sammy would’ve been confused as to how all of the animatronics were found so easily, especially after Vanessa lost them so spectacularly.

“Oh goodie,” Charlie murmured, not trying to sound worried as she imagined how Sammy would’ve reacted to such a letter. Given Ennard’s vernacular and fractured thoughts, she couldn't imagine the text was particularly easy to comprehend.

“I'm sure he appreciated that. Thank you, Ennard,” she encouraged anyway. At least the letter was a nice thought to add in addition to the good deed.

“Great...,” Michael sighed heavily, echoing Charlie's sentiment. He then patted her back, urging her to start walking again. “Right, well, we're actually going to get Sammy right now and bring him down here, so keep out of sight, okay?” He turned to follow Charlie, throwing a hand up and over his shoulder in what could possibly be considered a slightly friendly gesture of parting. “We'll be back soon.”

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