#fnaf 1 x reader

[lovesick-feelings]

Do you have a design of Freddy (OG Fredster)? I want to see my dad (sorry for saying that)

No, no I can definitely see the resemblance... I think you may be up to something, dear (∩ ⌣̀_⌣́)

Also I'm gonna start trying to add more color to my art! Never been confident with coloring but an artist gotta do what an artist gotta do (⌐▀͡ ̯ʖ▀)

[stargalaxxy]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ Reuniting with Michael Afton

Hihi ᡣ𐭩 I wanted to try something different with a long story with Michael I was inspired by a Battington analogue horror video, bruuuuhhh they are good!!! but anyways this story is inspired by that. No one tell them pweaseeeeee ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ This can be seen as platonic or romantic, so I hope you enjoy ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

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‧₊˚✩彡 Tw: Panic Attack, Use of Pills, Murder, and other unsettling stuff...

✮⋆˙ Now Playing: Too Sweet by, Hozier ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆

You sit at a booth fiddling with napkins as you absentmindedly tuned out screaming children and beeping of arcade machines going off in another room, a hand on your cheek as you waited for the man who had invited you here.

Ten minutes having gone by as you smack your lips leaning against the back of the booth eyeing the stage closed red velvet curtains with a wooden sign posted in front with, “We’ll Be Back Soon!” written in ink. 

You squint as children would come by the curtains that was guarded by yellow tape with words of, “DO NOT CROSS” bolded for even the blind to see, Children would continue their way to new games or to families excitedly pointing to the stage wishing to see the animatronics.

Crossing your legs, you swallow as you suck in a breath holding it as you notice each child that stopped right in front of the lines in curiosity and continue walking once their attention was gained by flashing lights or food. Your foot starts to bounce as you tap your nail against the table, ticking noises of a grandfather clock in your head in tune of your tapping the swinging of the dial going in sync with every bounce of your foot. 

Cold sweat runs down your neck feeling the knot in your stomach start to form as your heart begins to race, you were panicking having not been in this hell hole for ten years. Not ever since your accident, you still beat yourself up since that day, never having the grace to forgive yourself for what you did.

‘Damnit Michael, where are you” you whisper to yourself as you shifted your legs over the other getting restless, if you stayed here any longer you might’ve run out those doors in a blind panic. You reach into your handbag in desperation as you push your contents out of the way to find what you are looking for, hands shaking as your items fall from your bag, but you were too focused on retrieving the item that you were looking for to care. 

You start to sweat as you fear the worst finally a shaky gasp falls from your lips as you grab the prescribed pill bottle. You fiddle with the top as you finally got the contents open, you shake the open bottle lightly into your shaken hand as you pop the pill into your mouth, you struggle a little as you swallow the dry pill. Closing the bottle, you place a hand on your beating heart, as you swallow practicing breathing exercises as you felt as start to feel better after taking the pill, feeling the stability, and convincing yourself that its contents were working. though you could breathe right from taking your pills you’ve found yourself having counted on them a bit too much. But you never questioned too far as you were distracted by the results they gave.

Finally coming to your senses, you shakily sigh as you start cleaning up the items dropped shoving them into your bag, along with your pill bottle. Allowing yourself to lean your head back continuing your wait for Michael.

You start to grumble in annoyance, if Michael didn’t show up in the next minute you were leav-

“(y/n)?” you shoot up at the man in front of you, he was in a black hoodie and baggy jeans. He had a mask over his mouth and his hands in his pocket, “h-hey Michael” you shake out a greeting.

Michael took a seat in front of you as he awkwardly looked around, he placed his backpack to the side of him as he finally rests. 

“Michael, it’s alright we’re safe here” you assure him also to help yourself as you lean forward to see his face a bit clearly, his flesh was purple. He didn’t smell the nicest, but it was better than the first time you saw him, 

“y-yea, I know” his voice was rough and strained as he shakes his head, as if shaking off his anxiety. You decide to get him back on track as you get him to focus as to why he brought you here, “so, why did you ask to see me?” you squint as you kept close to him leaning over the table to try and keep your conversation as private as possible.

“Y-yea, uhm- look I know I have no right to ask for your time s-so thank you for meeting me.” You stare a Michael flabbergasted,

You knew him since you two were preschoolers, having lived next door to each other since his family first moved to Washington County, Utah. You knew his brother, and little sister, and the incident. After that you and your family moved away, having lived close to the Pizzeria and after your own misfortune, your family couldn’t take it any longer leaving your family home to Ohio where your grandmother lived. 

But coming back you realized you had no reason to, but nightmares and memories flooding back to you forced you to come back, 

You wondered; did he want you back?

Coming to your hometown you didn’t expect to see Michael as you would have thought that his family would have taken the same route as your family did and moved away. However, when you found Michael walking on the sidewalk with groceries you look at the man in slight horror at how much he’s changed, mainly physically, and mentally.

Michael was a rowdy boy growing up constantly fighting for his parents’ attention by doing outlandish stunts. After his mom disappeared leaving him with his absent father, he got worst, hanging out with the wrong crowd, pulling pranks, and finally teasing his brother when his baby sister went missing. 

Again, you knew Michael since you both were in preschool; Michael was the new to the neighborhood moving from England, you were fascinated by his accent as a child and because that you’d invite him to play with you. 

You watch him change as you both grew up together, as tragedy after tragedy befalls him, now here you both are, finding each other once again, he was now a broken shell. Literally and figuratively, he caught you up on what happened to him when you asked that day you ran into him. He explained in bits and pieces slowly looking over his shoulder, you remember looking mortified at what you learned Michael seemed to catch on as he looks away.

“I’m doing this for a reason, (y/n), this is all for them, to save them.” Since then, Michael invited you for a meal, you were sure it wasn’t for catch up, but you came anyways. The curiosity killing you, 

However, another reason tempted you to come as Michael stated that he knew what happened to you brother. With that he left, telling you if you wanted to know more to come to the Pizzeria,

And here you were, Michael in front of you nervously fiddling with his jackets string. “Michael, you said you knew something about my brother” you look to him still fiddling with the string attached to his hoodie. “Please, whatever you know, please tell me. I don’t care about what happened in the past, I just want to know what happened to him.” The desperation in your voice got Michael to finally look at you, and the desperation in your eyes got him talking. 

Taking a breath, he reaches into his backpack to pull out a rolled up rectangular sheet of grid paper. It was laminated, as to protect the contents showing on the paper as Michael slips the rubber band from holding the paper as he rolls it out on the table as you realize that what you were looking were blueprints. 

However, your mind was having trouble wrapping around at what these blueprints were for, but soon your heart spiked as you gasp realizing now of what you were looking at. 

“Where the hell did you get these?” your voice was quiet, but your hatred was visible as disgust crawled its way up your throat or maybe that was fear. Fear of the answer that Michael would give you and the fear of accepting the monstrosity in front of you.

Michael sighs as he predicted this reaction from you, “I found them in this underground basement of Circus Baby Entertainment and Rental, it was made for private parties where people could rent out animatronics for parties.

I worked as a night guard repairing the animatronics before they go out in the day for parties, one night I found those prints in an office, connecting the dots it doesn’t take a genius to know what these animatronics were really built for.” He looks to your paled face hands covering your mouth as your world shifted under you, Michael then continues as he leans over his hand above the prints, you flinch as you catch his purple bandaged up hand in your field of vision however his finger lands on the bottom left-hand corner of the print. 

You follow his finger as your body shakes at the bolded tiny letters on the bottom left side corner of the blueprints showing its properties. 

“Afton Robotics, LLC” your breathing stops as you finally look to Michaels ashamed face, he looked so guilty as if he created these monsters. “My father, he created the animatronics to trap kids inside, for a reason I don’t know-“ he retracts his hand to fold it under himself, 

“When I found this out I started connecting the murders of those kids-“ “They were lured by a rabbit.” Michael nods as he continues, “Spring Bonnie, it was my father's first creation from his first restaurant built with Mr. Emily.” 

“W-wait, but Spring Bonnie was shut down after the accident, Freddy’s Pizzeria was in a totally different location than Fred bears Family.” You try and reason as Michael nods again, “I thought that too, however, my dad knew the locations he built inside and out. He had blueprints and cameras littered all over Circus Baby Rental’s basement” Michael scoffs in vexation as his knuckles whitened from how hard he gripped his fist.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he took Spring Bonnie from that location and lured those children into the backrooms.” It made sense, as Afton had access to his animatronics, but why…

“Michael what you are implying is that your dad…murdered all those kids, murdered my brother…” Michael’s brows furrowed as stabs his index into the blueprints, “this is proof, (y/n), that old man always had something going on. Always disappearing into his office, grinning like a crazed lunatic whenever he came home at random hours of the night.” Michael’s teeth clenched as you continue to stare at the blueprints. As they started to reveal something that was trapped in your brain for the longest time, 

“The smell, of the animatronics” Michael lifts a brow as he looks to you unsure of what you were getting at. 

“After the accident, and after my brother’s disappearance… i-it was a day before my family and I left for Ohio, I wanted to visit it one last time before the Freddy’s Pizzeria closed for good to conduct investigations.” You quickly connect pieces as if they would float away from you, placing a hand on your forehead you continue, “those things, they smelled…rotten, like a decayed animal was stuffed in there.” Tears start to collect in your eyes as they start to fall, finally Michael caught on and gave a sympathetic look. 

“Was he in there Michael? Was my brother in there and I left him?” your voice cracked at the revelation you made; your breath hitched as silently cried in front of Michael as emotions washed over you. 

Michael didn’t know how to comfort you, deciding it was best to let you ride out the wave of sorrow. Looking away to give you peace in crying without anyone looking at you in fear of feeling embarrassed. 

Soon your hiccups reduced to sniffles after a couple of minutes as you look up to Michael who had a napkin in his hand while looking away. you accept it as you mumble a ‘thank you’ as you blew your nose using another napkin to wipe your puffy eyes. 

“Thank you, Michael” you finally look to him as Michael turns to you with a nod and a hum accepting your gratitude, “So, where’s your dad now?” you ask after gathering yourself and continuing with your conversation.

“I don’t know, after all that crap that went down he disappeared and I haven’t seen him in years, I gotta call from Mr. Emily a few months back asking if I could help him out find some stuff-“ he scratches his neck as he continues, “which brought to Circus Baby Rental, and I got scooped. After that I got in contact with him and told him everything, ever since then I’ve been trying to look for Father.” You hum as you fold your arms together much like Michael had his, “so when you find him, what’s next?” Michael reaches into his bag to pull out an old looking cassette tape, Masking tape covered the front with the words. “Freddy’s Repair’s” Michael exhales through his nose as he looks at the tape as if it held all the answers, maybe it did.

“I found this tape inside a Freddy head, since Circus Rental was close to Freddy’s company wise and repair wise, my father hada bunch of stuff from old locations. hiding any evidence in the basement where no one would find it.” Michael goes to put the tape back in his bag, 

“After I found that video bits of clues haunted the tape telling me to find more to uncover what truly happened, As well as my fathers’ motives.” Michael glides his thumb across his other hands knuckles absentmindedly, “those kids are haunting the tapes, begging to be released. But their sanity is so corrupt they don’t know person from threat.” Michael gathers the blueprint as he sighs, “I need to help them, it’s the only thing that helps clear any sort of conscious. I wanted to tell you the things I learned to inform you of what happened to your brother so you can stop blaming yourself.” Michael slings his backpack behind his shoulder as he stands, it shocks you as you stand with him,

“(y/n), my father is a horrible ma- monster, when I find him, I’m not even sure he’ll be human. I want you to know that if anything happens to me, I wanna ask if you could visit my brother at his grave, could you tell him how sorry I am. And that is big brother is doing everything he can to set his friends free.” Michael looks back to you with a cracked smile, as he walks off. 

“Michael! Wait!” you almost make a scene with parents, teenagers, and kids as you race after Michael who wasn’t stopping. You were walking faster as you grab Michael’s shoulder and spun him around once he got close to the entrance,

“You’re not leaving me Michael, not again. You can’t do this by yourself, so I wanna help. And I’m not taking no for an answer, your father murdered my brother, you’re looking to find him and when you do I wanna be the one to throw the first punch.” Your determined frowned turned into a grin as you hold up your fist, you were serious, you wanted to avenge your brother, your mother’s heartache, and your mind from what that monster had taken from you.

Michael looks to you with an unreadable expression, as he exhales through his nose and looks away, “I can’t protect you, those things aren’t just animatronics, you’re gonna see some wild shi-“ you stop him, “I can handle it” you promised as you continue to stare at him.

Michael looks back to you this time with a dead serious expression he grips your shoulders as he looks into your eyes almost trying to find some hint of hesitation, “If you get in trouble, I’m not coming back to rescue you, I was given a mission to save these kids and bring my father to hell with myself included. My journey ends with him under my boot, do you understand?” Michael voice was low, and his accent present. His words didn’t bother you as you huffed and nodded. “I won’t get in your way, Michael.” 

Michael still holds you firm your body trapped under his grip as he finally lets go, “fine, let’s go.” Michael reluctantly sighs as he shoves his hands into his pockets continuing his walk. You smile as you catch up to him walking side by side as you both enter the hell that was waiting for you both.

But your determination to save your brother is what calmed your nerves better than any pill could ever do, and Michael smiles as well as he watches you join him glad that he didn’t have to do this alone.

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Oml, I'm so sorry for how long this is... I hope you guys liked this story and don't mind the length omggg ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Love, ⋆˚࿔ Karrots 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[bimboothefool]

A snippet of for a FNaF x Security Guard!Reader/Darling request!

[sundropmoondroplover]

Boop The Snoot Freddy x Reader

Warnings: None! Pure Fluff

        You had one mission in life currently while working at Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria. It was to boop Freddy's nose! It might sound absolutely ridiculous but you heard from the other animatronics that it makes a noise when you touch it. After you heard that it made a noise when you touched it you felt the immediate urge to boop his nose. However anytime you tried your plans always failed because Freddy always stopped you from touching his nose. So you devised a new plan to touch his nose. It was one he would never expect from you. After a few days of planning you went to work. You had talked to Bonnie, Chica and Foxy to distract Freddy as you set up your plan in the pizzeria. You watched as Bonnie, Chica and Foxy went over to Freddy and did their part of the plan to distract him from what you were doing. 

        You quickly set up some things in the office where the security guard worked at overnight. You smiled looking at your progress you made and looked at the main party stage camera seeing Bonnie, Chica and Foxy facing the camera while Freddy faced away from the camera. The camera did some up and down movement to let the 3 animatronics know you were ready for the next stage of the plan. The 3 animatronics quickly said goodbye to Freddy saying that they each had to do something. All of the 3 animatronics left quickly except for Foxy. He spoke to Freddy for a bit before going to his pirates cove. "Aye Freddy... Y/n needs ye in the security office. I'm not sure what for" Foxy told Freddy before leaving to his cove. Freddy listened to Foxy before making his way to the security office. You smiled to yourself seeing the next stage of the plan working well. 

        While Freddy made his way to the security office Bonnie had went into the backstage where the power supply for the whole building was and waited for his signal. Finally after a while Freddy had made it to the security office seeing you inside. "What did you need Y/n?" Freddy asked while coming inside the small security office. "Oh nothing I just haven't spoke to you in a while one on one... and this is the best place to talk one on one.." you said smiling at Freddy. Freddy was a bit suspicious but didn't say anything and continued to talk to you about random things. Soon you shut both of the doors to the security office leaving you and Freddy alone in the office. You then gave the signal to Bonnie to turn the power off to the whole building. The power soon turned off to the whole building the doors staying shut as the power went off.

        You smiled at Freddy and quickly went up to him and finally you successfully booped his nose hearing the noise that came out as you did so. You laughed at the noise finally happy that you successfully booped the snoot of Freddy. Freddy let out a sigh and he smiled. "I should've known that was coming. Oh well.. you finally booped my nose you happy now?" Freddy asked you as you nodded and smiled. The power went back on to the building and Freddy had an idea in his head. He smirked at you before speaking. "Revenge.." Freddy said before starting to come near you and tickled you. You laughed tears coming out of your eyes as you begged him to stop. He finally did and hugged you close. "Now stop trying to boop my nose.." he said. You smiled at Freddy before smirking. You never were gonna stop.

AN: I know in the real game when the power goes out the doors automatically opened but in this story they don't. Thanks for reading and have a good day/night!

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[eggcromancer]

(in tears) the year is still new....

Hi hi hello dca fandom! I just wanna say thank you for being the most amazing community! i can't believe i made so many new friends and drew in so many fun magmas last year, everyone here is so nice,, and cool, and talented,,, y'all are genuinely the highlight of my 2024 🥹🫶💖

May your 2025 be filled with joy and whimsy (and silly jesters)!!

[kukopelli]

Doodles from the @daycarefriendpickup magma ft.my favorite bug(s) ❤️

[magicalbunbun]

William's and y/n's

[quilteddreamz]

Tree Murder

Art by: @alynwrench

You take Sun out into the snowy woods to get a tree-- it doesn't go as planned.

Word Count: 2147

Read here!

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[jellyfishhutcherson]

oh shit havent posted in a hot minute 🙈 my bad hotties

[midnight-mourning]

Not Santa

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 17❄️❄️

this was so silly and fun, really enjoyed it, hope you all do too ^_^

Prompt: MOON HAVING TO WEAR A SANTA HAT INSTEAD OF HIS HAT (they are red so similar but different)

Word Count: 1580

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It had started out as a simple joke, a passing comment you'd made while getting out decorations for the month. 

"Hey, you know, this is about the same size as your hat." You pull the red Santa hat out of the box, holding it up. "They ever let you play Santa Claus?"

Moon stares at the hat a moment, then chuckles, turning away. "They have not. What a silly idea."

"It's not silly!" You protest. "I think you'd be pretty cute in this, actually. Try it on, won't you?"

He scoffs. "Absolutely not."

"Why?"

He shrugs, "Don't want to."

"Why?" You press further. 

Moon steps back as you stand up, bending so you're closer to him. "Do I need a reason? It will look ridiculous."

"Sure if you don't take your other hat off first. Come on, i just want to see, please?" You beg. 

But, he's relentless, though teasing, in his resolve. "You'll have to do more than that to convince me."

"Lame." You pout, heading back over to the box of decorations. 

An idea pops in to your head then, a rather devious one. 

It starts small, just leaving the hat out in places where you know Moon will stumble across it. The naptime cubbies, the story shelf, his favorite spot on the playset to observe the kids. Each time, he either simply ignores and goes about his business, or he'll deposit it to you in some way. 

"Cute." He'd say, then walk off to attend to his duties. 

It only encourages you further. 

You decide to up the ante, finding more hats in storage and laying them around everywhere as well. Sun even lets you have this one, not insisting on cleaning them up or the likes. 

Moon still avoids the hats, but now he's taken to tossing them at you while you're not looking, as opposed to just handing it back to you. 

Your next move is a bit more drastic, and unfortunately unsuccessful as well. 

You wait until Moon's let his guard down, sitting beside each other monitoring naptime, when you reach up, and snatch his hat off his head. You quickly scramble to your feet, and hold out the Santa hat to him, keeping his night cap tucked behind your back, smile saccharine. 

His faceplate twists once, twice, and then he chuckles, and you think you're finally victorious. 

But as he stands, you realize how wrong you are. 

"I'll give you until the count of three, Starlight. After that I won't play nice."

If you didn't know he was teasing, you'd hand it back no qualms. But, you can hear that cheeky lithe, practically daring you to test his paitence. 

You grin, and then run off into the dark. 

Careful to keep quiet so not to wake the kids, you search around wildly for a place to hide his hat. You find it in one of the small fake houses, stuffing it into one of the corners behind some toys. You hurriedly crawl out of the house, trying to find somewhere for yourself now. 

You're crawling into one of the playset tubes when you hear a chuckle above you in the darkness. 

You put a hand over your mouth to keep quiet, doing your best to smother your giggling. 

There's nothing but quiet all around you. You wonder if he's left and started searching elsewhere. 

Suddenly, red eyes encompass your field of vision, and you let out a muffled shriek as he drags you out of the playset and up into the air. After a bit, you're on the ground again, out of breath from the adrenaline rush, and trying to contain your laughter. 

Moon holds out his hand expectantly. You grin, giggling as you give him the Santa hat. 

"Sorry, it's all I have." You shrug. 

He takes it from you, shaking his head. You gasp, only to be covered in darkness as he pulls the hat on over your eyes. 

You make a noise of protest, and when you lift it to see again, find him putting his cap back on.

You puff out your cheeks, disappointed, and he chuckles. 

Moon starts to walk back to where the kids are sleeping, and checking the time you realize that it's time for the to wake up. You both start to gently rouse them one by one, Moon with smothered delight, you with veiled annoyance.

As he makes it over to the light switch at last, he turns to you, head tilted to the side. "Better luck next time, Little Star."

The lights come on, leaving Sun in his place. 

Sometime later, you're standing by the security desk sulking, head resting on your arms as you watch the kids play. 

Sun comes over to stand beside you, patting you on the shoulder thoughtfully. "I believe in you, Sunshine. I know you'll get him eventually!"

"Thanks, Sunny. But honestly, I think I'm losing hope." You hold up the hat in one hand, then slump further into the desk. "Maybe it's just not meant to be after all."

You hear his rays click once or twice. Then, he takes the hat from your hands. Adjusting his rays, he sets it on his own head and steps back, hands on his hips. 

"Well, what do you think?"

You smile, sitting up a little bit. "I think you look very handsome, Sun. And in the Christmas spirit."

"Aw, shucks." His rays spin, waving his hand at you. 

You put your head in your hand. "I mean it. Though you don't have to keep wearing it, can't be comfortable. Thanks for indulging me for a moment."

"I think I'll keep it, thank you very much." He crosses his arms, then seems to think of something, pounding his fist into his hand. "Oh! I think I've got it!"

You tilt your head, he continues. "This is all just a game to Moony, so if you make it a game with a definitive winner and loser, then he'll have no choice but to wear it!"

You think for a moment, then start to nod in agreement. "You're right, Sun. That's a great idea. And I know just exactly how I'm gonna make it happen."

You wait for the perfect opportunity; the holiday party. 

You make sure to keep the lights on enough to see, but low enough so that Moon could participate. Then, you choose the perfect game to approach him with your deal. 

"Antler toss, hm?" Moon asks, holding the headband with the reindeer antlers in his hands. "Another plot to get me to take off my hat?'

You stick your own pair on, smile polite, tone coy. "In a way. If I win, you have to wear the Santa hat the rest of the party."

"And if you lose?" He questions.

You shrug. "You can decide that yourself."

Moon's head twists in thought a few times. Then, he sticks the antlers on his head with a snicker. 

"Let's play."

You go first, and of ten rings, you manage to score seven of them around the antlers on his head. 

You cheer when you're done, victory certainly assured. There was no way he could beat you, surely not. 

Moon makes six of his seven tosses. Three rings remaining in his hands. You keep a smirk on your face but swallow internally, you can't lose. Your best guess is that he'll dispose of the hat, and then you'll never get to see him wear it. 

He misses the first toss, but then scores with the second. Now it's a tie game. 

You stand a chance of winning if you have to play again, he just has to—

The last ring lands on your head, and Moon laughs, victorious. You deflate immediately. 

"Gosh darn it." You sigh, shuffling over to Moon, rings on your head bouncing against each other only reminding you of your defeat. You hold out the hat to Moon. "Go ahead, destroy it then."

He chuckles, hand coming up under your chin to get you to look up at him. "Is that what you think I want?"

"Well yeah,"—you scoff—"What else could you—"

You're interrupted by a kiss to your lips, causing your breath to hitch and your eyes to widen. After a few moments, Moon pulls away, taking the hat from your shocked hands. 

"Since you've been a worthy opponent, I suppose it's only fair." He removes his night cap, and putting the Santa hat in its place. 

You're too surprised to react properly, face burning. "Okay, yay."

Moon chuckles, arms wrapping around you. "Is this alright?"

You come to your senses again.

"Yes! Yes um, more than alright." Your hands wrap around his neck. "Though, maybe not overly appropriate for a holiday party for children. Probably not setting a good example."

Moon tsks. "Maybe not, but I think one more kiss won't hurt."

"Moon!" You protest, but do nothing to stop him as he leans in again. 

"Now tell me, is this everything you wanted?" He looks up to the hat. 

You chuckle. "Yeah, that and more."

"And do I look handsome?"

You huff, smile on your lips. "Didn't take you for the jealous type. But yes,"—you give him a quick peck—"Very handsome."

"Very huh?"

You break apart finally, shaking your head. "Don't go getting a big head now, then that hat won't fit."

He snickers, and you grin. 

He was no Santa, but you think that's more than alright with you.

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Thank you for the silly prompt @buzzybee3 I think it was fun to have a sort of cat and mouse bit to it, but still all in good fun hehe

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[No Escape until Dawn] Chapter 1

The low hum of machinery and the faint smell of cleaning supplies drifted through the massive halls of the PizzaPlex, a sensory cocktail of fluorescent lights, metal, and plastic that somehow managed to feel suffocating even in its cavernous spaces. As the main lights dimmed to a cool glow signaling closing time, Sunflower—at least, that’s what Sun had started calling her—checked her watch and exhaled. Midnight. The rest of the staff had filed out for the night, but she lingered for a last check of the daycare, locking up the storage closets, switching off the ambient music, and tidying up stray toys.

She’d been working for five months as the Daycare Assistant, as her staff badge proudly read. The idea had seemed quaint when she’d first started, the bright face of the solar bot , his well-rehearsed friendliness. It almost seemed like a joke when she’d been hired to “help him.” But as the echo of her footsteps filled the cavernous lobby as Starlight approached the main gates, her heart sank when she saw the steel shutters already down, the locks in place. She forgot they closed early today, and 9 pm had snuck up too fast. She gave the handle an experimental tug, but it didn’t budge. Her pulse quickened as the reality set in: she was locked inside the Pizzaplex, with no way out until morning.

“Damn it,” she muttered, glancing around the dark, empty lobby. Tonight of all nights? I was supposed to binge the next episode of Arcane.

She exhaled sharply, considering her options. Should she contact management? The thought of explaining herself left a bitter taste in her mouth. The rules were strict, and she’d seen staff get written up for less. She’d heard the stories too—the whispers about employees who simply vanished, their lockers mysteriously emptied by morning. Rumors floated through the break room like ghost stories, tales of staff disappearing after they’d seen something they weren’t supposed to.

She shivered, deciding against calling management. The last thing she wanted was to risk her job for what might just be an accident.

Well, she thought, taking a deep breath, I guess there’s only one place to go. She turned back, her shoes clicking against the cold tile as she made her way down the long, dim fluorescent lit corridors leading back to the daycare. It was a relief, in a way, to have the option. She didn’t know where else she’d feel safe in the vastness of the closed Pizzaplex, with its winding halls and dark corners. At least Sun would be there to keep her company.

When she reached the double doors of the daycare, she took a steadying breath before pushing them open, letting the warmth and light wash over her. And there he was, exactly where she’d left him: Sun, standing in the middle of the colorful play area, his face lighting up the moment he saw her.

“Sunflower!” he greeted, his voice filled with delight as he stretched his arms out toward her, his sun rays spinning in joyful circles. “You came back!”

She chuckled, feeling the tension in her shoulders ease. “Looks like I didn’t have much of a choice, Sun. They locked me in.” She sighed, pretending to be exasperated, but the truth was… she felt safe here. Safer than she had out in the halls.

“Oh dear!” Sun replied, his hands fluttering to his face in exaggerated concern. “What a terrible mistake!” His voice dipped to a playful murmur. “But I’m glad, you know. I was sad thinking I wouldn’t see you until tomorrow.” He paused, his eyes brightening with excitement. “Now we can have fun all night long!”

She felt herself blush, wondering why his touch always seemed so warm, so comforting. There was something in his presence that settled her nerves, made the vastness of the Pizzaplex feel… cozy.

“Sounds like you’re thrilled to have a little company,” she teased, taking a tentative step closer. He held out his arms with his usual enthusiasm, and she let herself be pulled into a soft hug, his touch wrapping her in an almost parental warmth.

He pulled back, looking at her with a soft, bright expression. “Only a little,” he replied, his voice dripping with playfulness. “Well, maybe a lot.” His sun rays spun faster, showing the excitement in his frame. “How about a game of hide-and-seek, hmm? We haven’t played since last week.”

She laughed, feeling the remnants of her worry melt away. “Alright,” she said, grinning up at him. “But no peeking!”

He gasped, feigning innocence. “Me? Peek? Why, I would never, my little Sunflower.” He spun on his heel, covering his eyes as he began to count. “One… two… three…”

As he counted, she darted toward the play structures, weaving between plastic trees and foam mats, her heart pounding. She knew it was just a game, but the adrenaline made her giddy. There was something thrilling about having Sun searching for her, his joyful, singsong voice calling out her nickname. She squeezed herself behind a pile of giant, foam blocks, trying to stifle her laughter as his voice floated through the daycare.

“Seventeen… eighteen… nineteen… twenty!” He turned, his eyes scanning the room, his sun rays spinning in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Ready or not, here I come!”

A strange thrill shot through her as he moved through the room, his gaze sweeping over every corner, his voice low and playful. “Oh, Sunflower… where are you hiding?” She pressed her hand over her mouth, trying not to make a sound, her heart pounding louder in her chest as he neared.

Finally, he stopped right in front of her hiding spot, looking directly into the foam blocks. “Found you!” he cried triumphantly, reaching out and gently pulling her from her hiding place, his laughter filling the room as she broke into a grin.

“You always find me,” she teased, rolling her eyes playfully.

He chuckled, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder as he looked down at her with a warm, almost adoring expression. “Of course, I always find you, my little Sunflower. I’m very good at knowing where you are.” His voice held a note of something softer, something almost possessive, but his smile remained bright, innocent.

The way he looked at her made her heart skip a beat. She knew he was only playing, only teasing her the way he always did, but something in his gaze felt different tonight, a quiet intensity lingering beneath the cheer.

She glanced down, feeling her cheeks warm. Why is my heart beating so hard? she wondered, trying to shake off the strange feeling. She was just tired, that was all. She’d been planning to go home, to relax in bed, to binge her favorite show and unwind. That was all it was.

As if sensing her distraction, Sun tilted his head, watching her with a curious, affectionate smile. “You look tired,” he said softly, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?”

She nodded, surprised by the softness in his voice, the way his hand lingered for a moment longer than necessary. His touch was comforting, steady, a warmth she didn’t want to pull away from.

“You know, it’s funny,” he continued, his tone still soft. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to spend a whole night with you. To see you resting, safe and sound.” His words sent a quiet thrill through her, the casual affection in his voice giving way to something deeper, something that made her heart flutter in her chest.

She forced herself to laugh, trying to shake off the strange feeling. “Well, looks like you’re getting your wish,” she replied, smiling up at him. “Guess you’ll have to keep me entertained all night long.”

His smile brightened, his sun rays spinning faster. “That, my dear Sunflower, is a promise,” he said, his voice filled with delight. “How about I show you all my favorite places in the daycare? There are plenty of places you haven’t seen yet, after all.”

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? You’re telling me there’s more to this place than play structures and coloring books?”

“Much more,” he replied, winking playfully. “Follow me!”

He took her hand, leading her through the daycare, pointing out little nooks and hidden corners, places he'd hide during hide and seek, or the best viewpoint to watch the littles, his voice filled with enthusiasm as he showed her every detail. She could feel his hand gently holding hers, the warmth of his touch sending little sparks of excitement through her. He was so kind, so attentive, and something about his presence made her feel… safe. As they walked, she found herself relaxing, the stress of the night slowly melting away as she let herself enjoy his company.

He paused, glancing at the lights above with a faintly apprehensive expression. “Just so you know, the lights in the daycare… they’re on a timer.”

She frowned, tilting her head. “A timer?”

“Yes. One hour on, one hour off,” he explained carefully, his voice softening. “When they go out, it… means things change around here. I’d rather you didn’t wander when it’s dark.” He glanced away, his expression unreadable. “I’d hate for you to be somewhere… unsafe.”

She nodded slowly, remembering the rumors she’d heard about the daycare. Tales of the mysterious, shadowy figure that supposedly shared a body with Sun—a dark entity called Moon. She’d always dismissed the stories as nothing more than staff gossip, cautionary tales told to explain the strange disappearances of some of the employees. She’d even laughed them off, convinced that whatever “Moon” was, he couldn’t be that bad.

Still, something about the way Sun was watching her, his expression tense and serious, made her feel a twinge of apprehension.

“Well, I won’t go far,” she promised, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’ll stay close. I trust you.”

His face brightened, his eyes filling with relief as he squeezed her hand gently. “Thank you, Sunflower,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “It means the world to me.”

She smiled, her heart warming at the softness in his gaze. He really is sweet, she thought, feeling a strange, quiet affection growing in her chest. Sun felt safe, familiar, and being with him made the vast emptiness of the Pizzaplex seem a little less daunting.

But just as she felt herself relaxing, the lights started to clunk out, slowly plunging the daycare into darkness from the far wall, row by row of light, getting closer. She froze, her eyes widening in confusion. It's not even 10 yet? What's going on?? She felt Sun’s hand slip away, the warmth of his touch vanishing as a faint, metallic hum filled the air.

A chill ran down her spine, the memory of the stories about Moon flickering in her mind. She tried to steady her breathing, forcing herself to stay calm. It’s just a story, she told herself. Baseless rumors.

But as the darkness deepened, approaching quickly, a quiet tension settled over the room, and she felt an unspoken shift in the air.

The lights directly above them clicked off with a harsh finality, plunging the daycare into an unnatural darkness that sent a shiver racing down Starlight’s spine. She froze, her hand instinctively reaching out to where Sun had been standing, but in the thick silence, her fingers met only empty air.

A strangled, agonized sound broke the silence, a sound so desperate and raw that it struck her to her core. She turned, her eyes straining to find him in the dark. “Sun?”

“Oh no, no, no,” Sun’s voice trembled, carrying a deep, gut-wrenching fear she’d never heard before. He was clutching at his faceplate, his rays spinning erratically as though fighting to remain visible. “I… I’m so sorry, Sunflower, I… I didn’t mean… it’s not supposed to be now… hide, please hide—”

His voice fractured, descending into a garbled mix of static and broken sounds as he gripped his head, his form visibly straining as if fighting something internal. But even as he seemed to resist, his rays slowly retracted into his faceplate, vanishing with a metallic whir. His cheerful yellows and reds melted away, replaced by a haunting blend of deep blues and whites. A long nightcap unfurled from the back of his head, a cold, dark counterpoint to Sun’s usual sunny crown.

Starlight took a step back, her stomach twisting. She’d never truly feared him before, not Sun, but watching him now—his body writhing as he transformed, his frame jerking against itself—left her frozen in horror.

“Please, just go,” he managed one last, desperate plea, his voice barely recognizable before it shattered into static.

Then, with a jarring snap, he went silent.

As the silence stretched on, a new figure took Sun’s place: darker and angled oddly, with piercing red eyes that gleamed in the darkness like embers. His body seemed to settle into his shape, his limbs moving fluidly now, his joints creaking as he adjusted to the new form. It was Moon. And he was staring at her.

“Oh god,” she whispered, every muscle in her body going rigid as a chill washed over her. She took a shaky breath, her pulse racing as the shock settled into a sharp edge of fear. Is Moon really that bad?

Her mind screamed at her to move, to run, to find a place to hide. Heart pounding, she turned and darted toward the play structure, her body moving on instinct as she scrambled for safety.

Hide, just hide. Her breaths came shallow and quick as she climbed into the play structure, her hands clutching the padded edges of the entryway. The once bright and inviting tubes, the small padded corridors she could only crawl through, now seemed to press in around her, their cheerful colors swallowed by the darkness, leaving only the feeling of claustrophobia as the tight spaces closed around her. She forced herself deeper inside, her knees and palms sinking into the soft, plasticky padding, the muffled sound of her movements blending with the strange creaks and groans of the structure itself.

A dark, static-filled chuckle resonated through the air, reverberating through the tubes, making her skin crawl.

“Hidey-hide,” a voice purred, so low it felt like it was whispering directly into her mind. “Hide away…”

The sound of Moon’s voice was far different from Sun’s. It was gravelly, sinister, punctuated by bursts of static, as though his words were being filtered through some broken speaker. Every syllable dripped with something dark and mocking, and the way he drew out the words left a pit of dread churning in her stomach.

She crawled forward, her hands shaking as she moved deeper into the play structure. Her fingers fumbled against the foam padding, her breaths shallow as she clung to the walls, squeezing herself into a corner where the padding narrowed. It was a cramped space, one she could barely turn in, but it was something, a place she could hide.

This is just a prank, she tried to tell herself, though even as she thought it, she could feel the lie in it. Sun wouldn’t do this to me, would he?

But that desperate, strangled cry still echoed in her ears, and she knew—whatever this was, Sun had been terrified. That was no act.

A flicker of movement caught her eye, and she froze, her breath catching in her throat. Moon’s figure appeared just outside the play structure, his body moving with an eerie grace, his limbs looking too long, too fluid, though they were the same as Sun’s. He approached the structure’s mesh walls, his red pupils sharp and unblinking as they scanned the interior, the glow of them cutting through the darkness with a haunting intensity.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…” he sang softly, his voice laced with a dark amusement.

Starlight pressed herself further into the tight corner, willing herself to become invisible, her pulse pounding as she watched him through the mesh. His face twisted into a grin, his eyes narrowing as they swept across her hiding place, and for a moment, she dared to hope he hadn’t seen her.

But then his gaze settled on her, locking her in place as if he’d known she was there all along.

Her heart leapt to her throat, terror freezing her in place as his eyes bore into her. The small barrier of mesh between them felt like nothing, a flimsy excuse for protection as he scaled the side of the structure, getting closer, his grin widening. His pupils contracting as he looked at her with an intensity that made her stomach twist.

“Found you,” he whispered, his voice barely a breath, though it carried through the structure like a haunting melody.

Starlight swallowed, her mind racing as she considered bolting, darting deeper into the structure, away from those unblinking red eyes. But before she could move, his hand shot out, gripping the outside of the play structure with a force that made the walls shake, the plastic groaning under the strain. He pressed closer, his gaze never wavering, his expression fixed in that dark, unsettling grin.

“Scared, little star?~” he murmured, his voice smooth and dark, his words dripping with a quiet, unsettling mirth.

She tried to move, to scramble further away, but the walls of the structure seemed to close in on her, the tight, claustrophobic space making it impossible to escape. Every inch of her body was coiled with tension, her pulse a drumbeat in her ears as she felt the weight of his gaze press down on her.

The seconds stretched on, each one pulsing with a silent, mounting dread, until she was certain she could feel the very air growing heavy, closing in around her as he stared.

And then, just as she was sure he would tear through the mesh and reach her, the lights overhead flickered back on.

Moon recoiled, his body stiffening, a guttural growl escaping him as he tried to resist the change. His face twisted in frustration, one hand clutching his head as the nightcap retreated, his red eyes flickering and fading as Sun’s rays reemerged, the colors of his frame shifting back to their bright yellows and reds.

Starlight watched in stunned silence as he fought the transformation, his body jerking and convulsing as if it were being torn apart. But finally, with a shuddering breath, the familiar face of Sun reappeared, his bright eyes widening as he looked at her, his expression one of pure, unfiltered relief.

“Sunflower!” he cried, his voice thick with emotion. He reached for her, his movements awkward and shaky as he tried to maintain his balance on the outer wall, but as he stretched his hand out to steady himself against the play structure, he lost his grip and tumbled backward, landing in an ungainly heap on the padded floor 10 feet below.

Starlight’s heart twisted, fear and worry flooding her as she scrambled out of the structure, her hands trembling as she crawled down to where he lay. “Sun?” she whispered, her voice wavering as she knelt beside him, reaching out to touch his shoulder. “Are you… okay?”

He blinked up at her, his eyes hazy, the brightness in them slowly returning as he took in her face. “Yes, yes! Oh, Sunflower,” he murmured, his voice soft, filled with a quiet, aching relief. “Are… are you alright?”

She nodded, though her own heart still raced, her thoughts a whirl of confusion and fear. “I’m fine, but… Sun, what just happened?” She hesitated, glancing around the daycare as if expecting to see the haunting figure of Moon lurking in the shadows. “The lights went out early, and… he was here.”

Sun’s face fell, his expression growing pained as he looked away, his rays drooping slightly. “I’m so sorry, Sunflower,” he whispered, his voice heavy with regret. “I wish I could ,have warned you sooner. The lights… they’re on a timer, but something… must have gone wrong.”

She frowned, her worry deepening as she studied him. He looked shaken, almost fearful, a vulnerability she’d never seen before. “Are you hurt?”

He shook his head quickly, forcing a bright, reassuring smile. “No, no, I’m perfectly fine. It’s you I’m worried about,” he said, reaching out to gently squeeze her hand. “I never wanted you to see… him.”

Her heart twisted as she met his gaze, the lingering fear still settling heavily in her chest. She could feel the weight of his hand on hers, the warmth of his touch anchoring her, and despite everything, she felt a strange, quiet comfort.

“I’m okay,” she murmured, her voice soft. “I trust you, Sun. Just… let me know if something’s wrong. I can handle it.”

He hesitated, his hand lingering on hers, his gaze filled with a mix of relief and something deeper, something she couldn’t quite name. “Thank you, Sunflower,” he whispered, his voice laced with quiet gratitude. “I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe.”

But as he held her hand, a flicker of something darker passed through his gaze, a quiet intensity that made her heart skip. She squeezed his hand, hoping it was just a trick of the light.

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Thank you for reading chapter 1 of No Escape! Should I continue it?

I've written far too much of my own self insert to not share at this point. Thinking of adding it on Ao3. What do you guys think? Also, should I continue with POV 'she', or do you prefer it in 3rd person like 'you'. ily ty

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Fnaf 1 Masterlist

Freddy Fazbear

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Chica

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Sun and Moon never really liked adults, never had a reason to.

To them, Sun and Moon were just a thing the adults could control. Forced to serve because they were 'programmed' to. Adults only spelt trouble, only wasting their time on them to order around, complain, or reprogram. At least until you came along. You were different.

Maybe a friend is all they needed, and maybe that's all you need too.