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legoes · 11 months

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trick !

corrin (unintentionally) helps gregory pull a prank on the animatronics. alternately titled “gregory is an absolute monster of a child”.

this takes place in my au where william wasn’t a killer he was just kinda an eccentric weirdo. glammike is pretty heavily implied & the crying child incident still happened. also i fudged the timeline a bit to make it* make sense.

*it being gregory being michael’s kid.

tw for mentions of child death (evan) and brief descriptions of panic attacks (sorry freddy)

gregory was very proud of how good his makeup looked. his mom had spent hours on it, promising to make it look as realistic as possible and god did his mom deliver. he had nearly given the daytime security guard a heart attack when they had walked up together.

now, he sat silently in the daycare, waiting for his first victim to find him.

sunny would be easy to scare. he cared so much about the safety of the kids, especially gregory since he was usually only around when all the others had gone home.

he could hear sun moving through the play structure, grabbing toys and drawings kids left behind. he continued to sit silently, looking through a window where he could see sun continue cleaning with a sad look on his face. he needed to look dead! really truly dead! like a heartbroken murdered child if he wanted to pull this off.

sun had finally looked up through the window, and gregory was sure the scream he let out could be heard through the entire pizzaplex.

he made sure to rush out as soon as possible, remaining unseen.

chica was easy to scare. hide out in the kitchen and sure enough she would be sneaking in for some pizza. he did not even have to try with her, she just saw his reflection and bolted out of the room as fast as she could, screaming for the others all the way. it was great!

he had stood on the second floor when roxy had spotted him, chica dragging her and yelling about the pizzaplex being haunted. he had managed to escape her, hiding where he knew her sight would not reach. while she did not scream like the others, she was clearly freaked out, clutching onto chica’s hand and pretending like it was for the chicken’s comfort.

next was monty. gregory had assumed monty would be harder to scare. but sure enough, hiding out in monty golf just out of reach seemed to scare the gator. enough for him to let out a series of swears that gregory would have assumed was blocked from the animatronics’ programming. lucky for gregory, monty was bulky, so he did not need to rush out as quickly. after all, he was quite enjoying the gator’s yelling.

freddy was the last and honestly, gregory was feeling guilty. not guilty enough to not prank him, of course, but guilty enough to feel bad about it. freddy was his favorite. he had no idea why, he just was.

he moved into freddy’s green room as quickly and quietly as he could (he was so happy he had managed to find the override codes to get in the door), sitting silently in the room and waiting.

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freddy had honestly thought it was a bit funny how shaken up the others were at first. the thought of the pizzaplex being haunted sounded ridiculous.

and then they described the kid. brown hair, a striped shirt, and a sad face that could rival that of a kicked puppy. and blood. so much blood.

it sounded so much like evan.

freddy told the others that they were probably imagining things (probably more yelling himself than them) but they seemed insistent. after all, they had all seen him.

but freddy was not having it. or rather, did not want to believe it. because if they were right, and it was real, then it was because of him.

he walked to his green room silently, opting to not say hello to corrin for the night. he did not have it in him after listening to the others.

the door opened for him as soon as he got close. the lights turned on, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small brunette boy, curled up in a ball, staring sadly up at him.

if he had still breathed, he was sure it would have caught in his throat. if he still had a beating heart, he was sure it would have stopped. he did not want to turn. to face the small child in front of him.

his mind continued to chant i’m sorry, i’m sorry, forgive me, i’m sorry.

“gregory!”

corrin’s voice snapped him out of it. he turned around, surprised to see the security guard in his green room. behind him, he could hear the other animatronics complaining about the mean prank the child was pulling.

gregory. gregory was pranking them.

“apologize to freddy, then go out and apologize to the others.”

the mom voice, the crossed arms, gregory had no choice but to comply, muttering a small apology to the bear animatronic before sluggishly walking out to apologize to the others.

the suffocating feeling had finally stopped when gregory left. it really was like looking at a ghost.

“freddy, i’m so sorry about that, i didn’t realize that was why he wanted me to make him so scary looking.”

“it’s fine.” not really. “he was just trying to have a bit of fun. it’s halloween after all.”

corrin frowned. in life he always knew when michael was lying to him, and it seemed like he could see right through freddy’s lies as well. “look, i don’t mind it you don’t wanna tell me, but i’m here if you need to talk.”

freddy smiled, nodding. “i know.”

#self ship #text post #fics #𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝗈𝗇 (𝗋)#𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗒 (𝗋)#𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗒 (𝖿)#💌.txt #💌.pdf #original.txt #this was meant to be a silly fic and instead it was just ‘freddys very not good halloween’

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bunnysuitconman · 1 year

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Who is Spring Trap ?

Aight, refering back to the Glitchtrap ask Springtrap is my funny bunny....

Honestly i think it's really interesting how the game wants to display springtrap, and we're talking about the first 8 games or so here, much less, the timeline split we have in help wanted because we only have the apperance of burntrap really.

So, first things first, before springtrap where the spring suits! Golden Freddy and Spring Bonnie, that were both ment to be animatronics and walk around suits in order to create a better sense of cohesion for the kids, now they regularly mention staff getting into spring lock accidents and to "bleed out in the back room out of veiw of the customers" but i personally take that in the fictionalization of pre-help wanted games and it's showing that the pizzareia was a horrible place to work and it feeds into the general corperate horror i love from the games.

I've kind of juggled the idea in my own personal canon if they're used like that or not, i like the idea that both the springsuits are Prototypes that they had to put out anyway because the venture funding for the resturant only went so far. while they have that intentional inbuilt purpose of being wearable, William might of gotten moderately injured trying it out and they couldn't afford to gut and restructure the endoskeletons, thus making it all the more tragic when Crying child's head is crushed in the jaws of golden freddy, it's likely only William and Henry that knew that moisture or rough movement would set off the springlocks, the duel usage of them not being utilized meaning no one was properly trained for it or really knew how much damage it could of done to someone, especially a child. Williams relationship to springbonnie too, it's all very, by proxy. The idea that Springbonnie and golden freddy are representations of William and Henry respectively that William takes a little too seriously, and then these representations of self are soiled by your own son accidentally killing your youngest child sending you down a massive downward spiral, because dispite looking like a picture of the american dream i firmly believe that William afton was barely holding on.

Of course after Williams youngest death you get his streak of child murder (depending on timeline this is either he lead children astray using the springbonnie suit or the glitchtrap suit that was hastily bought to entertain while they removed and replaced golden freddy and springbonnie after Crying childs death.) hides the majority of the bodies (sans charlie who kind of just got absorbed by the puppet in that back alley unintentionally) into the new animatronics and also golden freddy! Now okay i never really try to give too much reason to Williams child murders now i think that Charlie was killed in absolute malice wanting to hurt Henry in the same vein as William was hurt, but i think the main drive of it was discoving that Crying child is haunting golden freddy, his child is a ghost in a machine. And before even henry does, he recodnises that Charlie is stuck in a machine of her own. And after exauhsting his options William decides to kill again, using the new animatronics as test subjects in order to try and understand the possession better, and he does, in part? But the possession brings them back in part, and they're angry at him. But he just keeps going untill he gets so wrapped up in it that he accidentally kills Elizabeth with circus baby (and i think that he loved her the most) and feels like it's the end for him, the past comes to catch up with him as his previous murders become more restless, whats left of his family is abandoning him. He goes back to the pizza place one last time, or maybe if i had it my way his life is crashing around him because dispite not being able to be arrested, everyone slowly realises his horrifying actions and henry is taking it into his own hands that his daughter gets justice, supposedly not knowing yet that his daughter isn't in the puppet.

So, Springtrap to me has always been very, cat and mouse? in three he's a bit more of a standard model of what we expect a fnaf enemy to be, he doesn't talk bar his jumpscare scream. but his demeanor is very interesting within the game since you lack the ability to close the door! it's his hanging around the doorway, the staredowns you have to do with him in the hope that he'll leave but there isn't anything truly stopping him. It's interesting because he's never angry as such, Other animatronics are rightfully livid, but even being blocked off in a room left to die alone, having your spirit bound to a machine, an ex-representation of yourself could be angering, but i think there is something in williams mind that is almost happy he's finally living the experiance he sought to understand. He's so, casual? even his jumpscare is just walking up to you.

He's bound by the same problems as every ghost is, i'd say dispite his sentiance he's compelled and drawn to repeat his actions, but there is just this element in his play that he's toying with you. He's curious about you, he's willing to look past obvious traps because he's interested in YOU. He'll even be dissapointed if it's too easy on him to kill you.

He puts so much more stock in your fear of him and your suffering than actually hunting you down that i think he has a lot more confidence in himself and his supposed new found immortality even if he doesn't fully grasp it. The guy constantly weasles his way out of all the ways people try to get rid of him but, at the event of help wanted he realised how powerful he could be but how limiting it all was, he could never be a human again and he's still trapped in a body subject to the slow decay and damage that is springtrap becoming burntrap after pizza sim.

anyway i think i've rambled enough, but i'll probably ramble some more eventually i have alot of scattered thoughts about springtrap

#asks

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lilacrespite · 1 year

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cha eunwoo. he/him. cis man. ›spotted at the met steps , arlo nam , most likely listening to feather by sabrina carpenter with their airpods pro . the twenty-eight gained quite a reputation , known to be reckless yet funny to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about glow of a computer screen in a dark room, the sound of someone feverishly typing on a keyboard, and screams of delight followed by hours old monster energy and axe body spray . latest nepoupdates article talks about him stealing content from smaller creators without giving credit ( false ) , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .

━━━━━━━━━ 👾 B A S I C S :

full name: arlo haneul nam

nickname(s): hannie ( by his mother ) , lolo, lo

age: twenty - eight .

ethnicity: korean american .

gender: cis man .

pronouns: he / him .

orientation: heteroromantic / heterosexual .

occupation: youtube gamer / streamer .

language(s) spoken: english , spanish , learning korean .

career claims: lazerbeam fortnite content, markipliers fnaf content, and quinbobins youtube channel .

━━━━━━━━━ 👾 P E R S O N A I L I T Y :

absolutely unhinged . speaks without thinking . impulsive . he’s comfortable in his skin, career, and outlook on life which makes him confident beyond belief. easily gets hyper fixated on his interests and will talk about them nonstop. he’s not exactly dumb, but the knowledge he does have is all very irrelevant and useless on the grand scheme of things like he couldn’t tell you the right way to use a comma but if you have a few hours for to go over five nights at freddy’s lore he’s excited to share . very kind . always has a joke on his tongue that it’s okay not to laugh at because he’ll laugh enough for everyone .

━━━━━━━━━ 👾 B A C K G R O U N D :

arlo grew up in a extremely loving family . as the only child with a stay at home mother he was constantly showered him with affection . he wasn’t necessarily spoiled, there were a lot of guidelines he was expected to follow and his mouth often got him in trouble in school, but his parents were always very gentle with him .

his love of video games came from his parents. as a way to get him to settle down and focus on something, and also spend time as a family, they would go out and purchase a variety of consoles and games to have family game nights. what started as a weekend thing quickly turned into a nearly every night of the week thing and something he looked forward to the most.

as he got older his parents interest in the games dwindled but they had already created a monster. he tried to connect with his classmates, joined gaming clubs, and online spaces available, but the thing is he’s not very good??? at playing games??? easily confused, has a hard time figuring out controls, and panics at any sudden music change which makes him forgot how to play the game completely because he thinks he’s about to die anyway. his game play style didn’t really mesh well with the people who are very good at games and they figured why let him play if he was only going to die or bring his team down.

like all us lonely, ostracized folks who wanna share a space with people who share like interests, he turned to the internet ! at first, he started uploading on youtube and streaming to get better. he was looking for tips, and hoping others would reach out to help him out but what he found was actual a community of people who liked that he just enjoyed the game for what it was without worrying about being the best. he had created a space for players of any level to just have fun and not have to worry about the pretentious ridicule from others in the community.

after having that realization he completely embraced the brand he unintentionally created and the upward success. his parents are super proud of him and brag about his career all the time. of course, he’s insanely active on social media always posting but he’s especially active in his discord servers and in the comments of his posts because he really does love engaging with his community. he loves collaborating with smaller creators and pushing the notion that gaming should be fun and relaxing. and never cruel.

━━━━━━━━━ 👾 H E A D C A N O N S :

he absolutely ADORES music. could be the adhd but he often has to have it on in the background when he’s playing games no matter what. during his streams he’ll have a 15 minute dance party with viewers to hype himself up before playing. also enjoys learning gg dances and tiktok dances on stream.

sza’s number one fan. if he could uproot his life to become her groupie he’d do it without hesitation.

the gaming chair he has is really just for show, because he stands almost immediately whenever he’s playing games bc he panics. spends a lot of time walking in laps around his room whenever he does something more stupid than usual in game.

he doesn’t really have “gaming rage” he finds it more funny if anything. that doesn’t mean there’s no shouting, there’s a lot of shouting, it’s just not angry and vile.

absolutely hates horror games, he has a gentle heart, so he’s pretty disappointed that his fnaf videos are what propelled his career so fast. but he’s very grateful so he still plays them for his audience.

does not pull at ALL. he simply does not know how, and does not know when anyone is interested in him so he really is just out here spinning like a ballerina with his steam deck in one hand and his switch in the other.

dani described him as more crack than man and i think that’s the most accurate description to ever be given to him, yeah <3

━━━━━━━━━ 👾 connections coming at some point .

#nepofm.intro #dropping this here and then running away to write charlies !

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cocoabubbelle · 2 years

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Watching “Scooby Doo, Where Are You?” (1969-1970 CBS) + Thoughts

Episode 15: Spooky Space Kook

That was an uncomfortably long pause between the opening credits and the episode’s title card.

From the get go, this episode is going to get on my sensory nerves if that noise will be a reoccurring element for the criminal.

The ever changing interiors of the Mystery Van gives credence to my (on the spot) theory that the Van in question used to be a futuristic/space vehicle (almost like the Tardis!) that crashed onto earth in Coolsville and disguised itself as a car that the Scooby Gang found and just stuck by ever since, adjusting its insides to fit whatever needs they have at the given moment.

Creepy Farmer with a shotgun! Approach with caution, gang.

Farmer either is an innocent man who’s sick of reporters bugging him about the “haunted” space craft (because apparently it’s not interesting enough just being extraterrestrial) and who happens to look mean, or he’s the culprit.

Everyone else: *staring at and concerned about glowing footprints that disappeared.* Random hen: *just vibing and trying to eat the worm nearby, then mistakes Scooby’s tail as a gigantic worm and makes him panic*

“Oh you big chicken, it was only a chicken!”

Farmer gave them gas. Hope he’s not the culprit.

Gahhh, here comes that annoying sound.

“What’s that funny noise?” Torture for my ears.

Scooby keeps swiping more than his fair portion of Shaggy’s snacks, which wide up catching the attention of the Space Ghost.

These are still the early days where the masked criminals aren’t fooled by silly disguises.

Daphne’s care for her appearance leads to another clue that the abandoned airfield.

Freddy becomes the dude in distress before Daphne becomes the damsel in distress for this episode.

Instead of answering Daphne’s question of what the button/lever in charge of the hoist suspending him would look like so they could get him down, Fred ignores her and tells Velma that she surely can figure it out. Velma points out that just because she’s the designated smart one of the group doesn’t mean she knows squat about mechanics. Mr.-Afficionado-For-Traps loses his patience and tells the girls to go find Shag and Scoob in the large airfield rather than dignify them with a clear description of the button/lever or admit that he also apparently doesn’t know what it looks like. donotcallhimajerkdonotcallhimajerkdonotcallhimajerk…

Shaggy and Scooby accidentally scare each other by getting covered in white sheets and mistake each other for ghosts as they hide.

Velma and Daphne manage to find them, and Shaggy managed to get Fred down offscreen before it cut to the part after Fred is free (I still think the girls could have helped him just fine had he not lost patience with them.)

Where there is potentially food, Shaggy and Scooby will be there!

Shaking my head at Scooby withholding food from Shaggy and eating it behind his back. At least Shaggy isn’t mad because he correctly deduces that the kind of fresh food laying around is for the space ghost, but apparently “real” space ghosts wouldn’t eat anything from earth like chicken and ham. Clearly they haven’t watched a lot of the older sci-fi series/films.

Scooby decides an automatic dishwasher is a great place to hide while Shaggy’s foot get caught in a small tin bucket and accidentally starts up the machine. At least Scooby gets a free bath and massage!

“I wish I knew where Shaggy and Scooby were.” Me: Awww 😚 Shelma momen-! “They’re supposed to be helping us! 😠” Me: 🤣

Animation Goof: Velma’s realistic eyes and lashes

Frelma moment with Velma personally assisting Fred in holding a random newspaper to better find the next clue.

Fred and Shaggy unintentionally prejudiced against aliens because 1) why would aliens be eating OUR food, and 2) why would aliens be interested in reading OUR newspapers?

Shaggy’s method of stealth? Spinning up the trash bin’s lid he was hiding in so it can close after he got out. When Scooby tries it out, he doesn’t get out of the way in time and gets bonked on the head.

ASDFGHJK-!!! SCOOBY WHY WOULD YOU TOSS THE KEY TO THE DOOR YOU ARE HIDING BEHIND OUT THE WINDOW WHERE THE CULPRIT IS?!?! 🤣

Space Ghost gets in anyway without key. Shaggy and Scooby need key to unlock door they just locked to escape.

They jump out the window to grab the key, and jump back in through the window. They unlock door and escape while Scooby makes faces at the Space Ghost. 😂

Shaggy where and how did you get that medieval torch???

Not 1, not 2, but a whole team of space ghosts??

Shaggy and Scooby’s running away leads them to another clue. Shaggy’s suspicious face and Scooby’s impressed face are a lot funnier looking to me than I think they are meant to be 😅

Parachute to the rescue!

Sheriff to the rescue too! And the farmer came along. He claims he got worried about the kids so called the sheriff.

“It’s high time we got to the bottom of these shenanigans!”

YAY! Farmer not the bad guy! Space Ghost just ran the other way!!

Fred almost gets Space Ghost Culprit killed or seriously injured by turning on the gigantic fan of the research lab’s wind tunnel. He and the culprit are lucky that only the Space Ghost Outfit get’s blasted away and reveals a complete stranger before turning the fan off.

Farmer recognizes culprit as his next door neighbor, Henry Bascomb (who was neither known nor alluded to for the audience until the reveal).

Did they all just leave the guy in the wind tunnel? Did they at least lock it from the outside so the wouldn’t escape?

Animation Goof: Shaggy’s hair several shades lighter.

“And I’d have done it, too, if you kids hadn’t come along.” 😤😤😤😤😤

Freddy ruins Shaggy and Scooby’s attempt at bravado by scaring them. 😕 why is Freddy so unlikable in this episode?

Day 15 of no “And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids!”

#shenanigans #hanna barbera #scooby #scooby doo where are you #scooby dooby doo where are you #scooby doo #scooby dooby doo #shaggy rogers #shaggy norville rogers #norville shaggy rogers #velma dinkley #daphne blake #fred jones #seriously #what was wrong with Freddy?

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studebakerhearse · 2 years

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Ok so in-depth thoughts on Hellraiser one two and three:

I owe the first movie a rewatch because I was painting my nails + high for the duration of it so I definitely think I missed something, but other than liking the Cenobites and special effects (in particular the scene where Frank literally comes out of the woodwork and starts rebuilding himself) I didn't find myself over the moon about it, but the worldbuilding of Hellbound made me retroactively like the first one better. I loved the Alice in Wonderland romp through the Hell labyrinths and the bits and pieces we learned about Pinhead and the cenobites in general... also I like the unintentionally funny aspects with like, the Pinhead DIY tiktok scene and generally how the Leviathan is a crafty woodworking mom, also I do earnestly love the scene where Pinhead and friends remember how to be merciful but the thing about it is it does feel kind of like Care Bears. The first one is the better movie by technicality (or at least from what I remember, I was high after all), but I found two to be more intriguing and enjoyable.

Hell on Earth tears down what the first two films wrapped up in favor of Freddy Krueger-fying Pinhead. One of the things I like about the first two films and Hellbound in particular is how it exposed the right amount of information about Pinhead/Elliot Spencer to still keep a mystique about him and how Pinhead had more dimension than just being malicious, he had tact and could play fair if he decided to and in the end was able to find the humanity he once had, but then this movie is like "whoaaaa look, Elliot Spencer, here's his credit card information n social security number and home address" and then like, preserves Pinhead's evilness so he can maul people while saying one liners??? Yeah so the upside of the series not preserving it's artistic integrity by ending after the second movie is that this movie is so fucking funny. I'm so glad that I decided not to watch anymore of the sequels because I want my last memory of the original franchise to be Hotel Hellraiser. Oh my g-d

#I will watch the remake at some point but as for now I'm letting this sink in #rozzie rambles

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hack-n-slasher · 2 years

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Y tf is this making me laugh so damn much 💀💀💀

Look at my MuffinMan trying to look menacing and kinda failing bwhahaha Its cute and funny at the same time 😆

#freddy krueger #a nightmare on elm street #slashers #80s horror #freddy being unintentionally funny #im fuckin dying

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yandereloversblog · 3 years

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Can you do soft yandere Toy Bonnie HC's? Its okay if not!!

𝕋𝕠𝕪 𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖 -> 𝕊𝕠𝕗𝕥 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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>Fandom: Five Nights At Freddy's 2

>Character: Toy Bonnie

>Warnings: "Yandere", Toxic behaviour, Manipulative behaviour, Clingy behaviour

>Type Of Content: Headcanons

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•It's so hard to not make this one seem like an asshole, yandere or not. I love him being a petty little gremlin.

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•I do not care if this is a full on yandere moment or very soft, this man is clingy as fuck. But it's different on how he does it publicly and privately.

•In public, Toy Bonnie seems really cocky, keeping you close and acting like you're the one seeking for his affection "Yeah~ of course [Y/N] wants to stay close to me. They love me the most!"

•He just loves to show you off to everyone, make sure everyone knows how the two of you are close and together. Constantly showing you affection and flirting without shame.

•But in private Toy Bonnie changes a little, you already know how great he is right? So he doesn't try to drill it into your head all the time and at the same time make sure everyone else knows that you like him the best.

•Toy Bonnie likes cuddles, hesitant on touching you outright at first but he prefers if you keep your hands on him, from cupping his face to holding his hand or hugging him. It's also an indication of Toy Bonnie being allowed to touch you.

•Please expect whining if you give him a lesser dose of affection or kisses for the hour "[Y/N], you missed my lips. Kiss me again."

•He'll pout and grumble if you're ignoring him, that won't stop him from just wrapping his arms around you and cuddling to you. He'll get affection if he wants it, yandere or not.

•Toy Bonnie, other than getting annoyed, also gets upset when you're mad or upset at him and ignore him for too long. When it comes to you he get insecure very easily, you don't like someone else better than him... Right?

"[Y/N], please don't ignore me anymore..." He'll start whimpering -Manipulative little shit- and would do anything for that affection, he's really greedy even in soft moments.

•Toy Bonnie might as well start purring from happiness when you cup his face and start gently kissing him "How sweet~ You better not stop yet sugar~"

•If you do those things in public though, he'll be a little flustered from embarrassment but won't push you away, he'll just go quiet while you show him affection.

•"A-alright sugar- okay- that's…" His ears will lower down to hide his face as you keep pecking his cheeks, he doesn't want you to stop but this is the only few times where you catch him this flustered.

•It's funny because when Toy Bonnie is so affection to you in public it's fine, but when it's the other way around he freezes up -He's lowkey a simp and doesn't want to admit it-

•He says you're the needy one but everyone knows it's him.

•Toy Bonnie knows he can mess up with words, praise himself too much -Which he thinks is fine, why WOULDN'T you want to hear about that!?- and unintentionally say something that might offend you, so he'll most likely try to show you affection through physical touch or getting you gifts.

•His favourite though is spending time with you, who wouldn't want to be next to him? -And he wants to be super close to you all the time-

•He might act like a narcissist but your praises actually matter a lot, being the most important person in his life he wants to be the best in your eyes.

"[Y/N]!~ I learned a new song! I'm amazing right?"

•Now he's clingy for 2 reasons: 1. He loves your presence and loves you being next to him and 2. He needs to keep everyone else away if they're bothering you -If he's bothered by them being next to you-

•Yandere or not he gets jealous easily, or rather territorial. Hates sharing, especially when it comes to you.

•But the way he'll go about it when he's soft is by having you praise or show affection to him when whoever he's feeling jealous of is around.

•"Ah doll- we didn't get to cuddle enough! Come on, please?~" He'd usually get flustered if you're affectionate with him in public but he has a mission!

•Will glare at the person the entire time "You'll spend more time with me tonight, right?" Petty manipulative tactics on whoever thinks they're close to you.

"Hey, hey! Look at me [Y/N], look ONLY at me~"

#yandere #yandere fnaf #yandere x reader #yandere bonnie #yandere toy bonnie #yandere headcanons #yandere fnaf 2

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modgirlyreposts-revamped · 3 years

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New headcanon about my main FNaF AU “Foolish Parallels”, now that I’ve gotten the chance to play Security Breach

Millie’s grandpa is the main mechanic of Sammy and Henry’s gang, and is the one who looks after any animatronics that the gang is unable to at the moment because

1). He has to take care of Millie and her little cousins a lot, so he has the most experience with taking care of children (which is how it can feel looking after a lot of the animatronics-), and is the most fit to take care of them for extended periods of time, compared to Henry or Scott even though they were both fathers in life, they’re both just very tired

and 2). He’s an expert in mechanics, evident in his work on CTW Funtime Freddy

The funny thing is that Maurice is usually completely fine with the other animatronics, but the only one he absolutely refuses to look after unless it’s absolutely necessary is Sunny and Moon.

He’s slightly unnerved by Sunny, but that isn’t why he doesn’t like watching him. Sunny has nearly given him a heart attack multiple times by unintentionally sneaking up on him, or making him think that something bad happened when he went out.

Millie and the others also like to mess with him by teaching Sunny cursed gen-z terminology, and the poor old man feels like he’s gonna have a stroke as he begs Sunny to stop using any of the words Millie taught him.

Millie’s grandpa doesn’t like Moon either, because he was not told anything about Moon’s existence when he was first left with him, and was unfortunate enough to meet him during a power outage. Millie thought her grandfather was being murdered from the scream he let out when he saw Moon climbing on the walls.

Moon sometimes likes to watch people when they sleep, which Maurice found out the hard way. He one time woke up during the late hours of the night to Moon towering over him, just standing on the foot of his bed, staring at him.

Cue another unusually high pitched scream, and a tired and irritated Maurice storming downstairs and throwing Moon into Millie’s room telling her “he seems to fit your aesthetic, maybe you know how to deal with him”, before going back to his room and not getting any sleep, leading to a destroyed sleep schedule for a few days.

Even worse for Maurice, Sunny and Moon are two different animatronics in my AU, so this tired old man has not only one but two crackhead animatronics to look after.

The first time Henry picked them up he said that he should have Maurice watch them more often because of how happy Sunny was, and how content Moon seemed. Millie’s grandpa just said “what have I ever done to you?!” before promptly sobbing.

Now whenever Henry needs him to look after an animatronic, their conversations usually go like this:

Henry: Mr. Fitzsimmons? Can I ask you something?

Millie’s grandpa: If you’re gonna ask me to look after those daycare animatronics again, the answer is no

If he does need him to take care of them, Millie’s grandpa either just laughs before simply saying “no”, or just immediately hangs up, all Henry hearing being a click and the dial tone.

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beauvibaby · 4 years

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who cares - f.andersen

a/n: I had to repost bc the tags didn’t work 🥺

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I slipped my dress on, not being able to fully zip up the back, I sighed, gathering the last of my accessories, and carrying my heels by the straps, my feet padding down the hard floors quietly. I was about to pop my head around the corner to get Freddie’s attention, needing him to fix the back of my dress, but my ears perked up as I heard my name being mentioned between him and Auston. I leaned against the wall, “she’s so young, it’s hard.” I heard Freddie speak up, my smile faltered, I was waiting for a but and the sentence to continue but it didn’t, his words hung in the air for a while. “That’s never bothered either of you before.” Auston pointed out and I could hear some shuffling, and I panicked rushing quietly back down towards the room. I slipped my heels on before walking back towards them, making my presence known as they patiently awaited me for a fancy maple leafs press event. “Freddie, can you zip me up?” I called softly, not wanting my voice to give me away. I stood sticking my head out, holding my dress to my front as they glanced over, “yeah.” He mumbled with a smile, approaching me, and I gave him one in return, forcing the words to the back of my mind, but who was I fooling, they kept replaying in my head, over and over. She’s so young, it’s hard. He’d never said anything like that, for goodness sakes, I was supposed to be moving in with him this summer, we had planned it as I was graduating college. It was perfect to me, and I thought it was too him but now I wondered. “You alright, baby?” Freddie whispered after he zipped my dress up, his hands lingering on my shoulders as the straps fell into place. I grimaced are the pet name that he’s always used, suddenly feeling like it was an insult rather than a term of endearment. “I’m okay.”

Stephanie and I were huddled up together watching as the guys lined up to do interviews, I was anxiously shifting on my feet, “I’ve tried to bite my tongue, but, there’s something clearly bothering you.” She sighed, I was undoubtedly the closest with her out of everyone’s girlfriends. I glanced over at her, “what did he do? Do I have to hurt him? I can make Mitch stay quiet.” She rushed her words, instantly picking up that I was angry at Freddie. “He didn’t do anything, actually that’s kind of the problem.” I admitted and she furrowed her brows, shooting Mitch a smile when he met her eyes, she looked back towards me. “I overheard him and Auston talking, Freddie said something about me being so young, and how it’s hard. Then I heard them moving and panicked.” I explained, fiddling with my freshly manicured nails. “Oh girl, I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that. He’s all about you, every time I see him and you’re not there it’s always ‘y/n did this’ or ‘I wish y/n was here’. He’s pathetically in love with you.” She assured me, but of course her words couldn’t fully sink in as I told myself even she had to have her doubts. “I’m 22, he’s 30, it’s never bothered me or really anyone that knows us, but suddenly he’s telling Auston how hard it is?” I sighed, glancing up as I felt his eyes on me, he was looking at me, to anyone else he would’ve looked blank, or tired. But to me, I could tell he was trying to figure out what was going through my mind, his eyes darted between mine, trying to see if I was upset over something. I forced a smile onto my face which eased him up a little bit as he continued down the parade of reporters. “You should talk to him, you guys have never let this stop you before. Why start now.” Steph gave me her last words of assurance as Mitch started approaching, she met him halfway, placing a kiss to his cheek as she walked off with him. I took the few short steps to the waiter who had a tray of champagne, “thank you.” I mumbled taking the glass, and pressing it to my lips nearly instantly. “Yes ma’am.” He responded, I could feel him give me a once over. I turned away from his gaze feeling uncomfortable, I smiled as I saw Freddie approaching me. “Hi.” I sighed in relief, even though those thoughts still danced around my mind. I laughed as Freddie out a hand slightly lower on my back than he normally did in public, I could tell he was shooting the waiter a look. “Don’t be so jealous.” I teased, lacing our fingers together.

He let a soft chuckle past his lips, “says the one who gets pouty when someone else wears an Andersen jersey.” He tsked, I rolled my eyes softly. “Hey, I used to be one of those girls, I know what they’re saying about you.” I reminded him and a pink tint crept up his neck as he ordered a drink from the bar. “Y/N?” Freddie asked after a short silence, I looked up from my flute glass, “yeah?” I replied, glancing at his hand that subconsciously started squeezing mine tighter. “You’re awfully quiet tonight, is everything alright?” He murmured, giving the bartender a silent thank you with the nod of his head as his drink appeared in front of him. “I’m fine, let’s just enjoy the night.” I assured him, adjusting the tie around his neck for a moment. He gave me a hesitant look but knew I wouldn’t budge so he dropped it and we started mingling the night away.

***

The elevator ride up to Freddie’s apartment was quiet, dare I say awkward, something I had never felt around him. Neither of us were tipsy, both barely finishing our one alcoholic drinks of the night, not feeling like being inhibited tonight. He held the door open for me and I walked in, sighing in relief when I could finally remove these heels. “Baby-“ I cut him off with an unintentionally loud sigh and he raised his eyebrows at me. “Yes, Freddie?” I bit back my tone, my voice coming out soft and tired instead. “I was just going to say that you looked beautiful tonight, and thank you for coming with me.” He explained, watching me cautiously. I looked him over, feeling guilty as I never complimented him on his look tonight either. “Of course, you know I’ll always go with you to these things. You looked very handsome tonight.” I responded, walking over to give him a quick peck. He cupped my face, gently keeping me in place longer than I had planned but I began to melt into him. “My love,” I gave in at his words, he knew that was the way to get me to open up, he had stumbled across it on accident one time, trying to get me to calm down when I was panicking over a finals exam. Ever since then he’s reserved it for moments like this, where he was genuinely worried for my wellbeing, knowing something was clearly bothering me. “Did someone say something tonight?” He questioned when I silently looked up at him, my eyes a little shiny with tears. I nodded my head, pulling my bottom lip into my mouth, he raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to tell him what happened. “I heard you and Auston talking while I was getting ready.” I admitted and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Why would that upset you? What did you hear?” He looked genuinely confused, I stepped out of his gentle hold giving him a soft glare. “She’s so young, it’s hard.” I repeated his words and his face fell, “is that all you heard?” He questioned. I nodded, looking to my feet, “I didn’t want to say anything because I thought it would only make you realize again how much younger than you I am.” I admitted, hating myself for saying it as I looked up and saw his face, I assumed what I had said was true when he broke into a small smile. “It’s not funny, I can’t believe you’re laughing!” I gasped, turning away to walk towards the bedroom, needing to be away from him. I heard him following me, “y/n, I’m laughing because you didn’t hear everything I told Auston.” Freddie explained, grabbing my hand and I spun towards him with a few silent tears on my face. “Hey,” he murmured, frowning when he saw how genuinely distraught I was, “baby,” I flinched at the name once more and his face went completely blank, “don’t cry, please don’t cry.” He sighed, wiping my tears with the pads of his thumbs. “Why not? I just told you my biggest fear and you laughed.” I knew I was guilt tripping him but I didn’t care. “Wait, that’s your biggest fear?” He looked taken back by my words. I nodded softly, “losing you is my biggest fear.” I muttered, inhaling sharply when he tackled me to the bed in a hug.

“After Auston said it never bothered either of us before,” he paused making sure I was fully listening to him. “I told him it would never bother me, but I was worried about people making you feel bad, I was worried you’d think I’m holding you back.” He told me and this time I was the one who was confused. “Freddie, why would I think you’re holding me back?” I slowly sat up, forcing him to sit beside me. “Because you’re 22, you should be out going to parties, and doing what normal college students do, but instead you’re going to my hockey games every weekend, and staying in because I don’t want to go out to every bar in town.” I let a laugh fall from my lips at his words, much like he had done to me. He gave me a look and I stopped, “honey,” he rolled his eyes at my choice of name, I always did it to poke fun at him, but it never failed to get a smile out of him. I moved to be straddling him, as best as I could in my dress, “I fell in love with you because of all those things, I don’t like getting drunk every weekend, I don’t like being surrounded by all those perverted men in bars,” I paused letting a chuckle fall from his mouth, I rested my forehead against his. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you, about us, who cares what people think? I love you and I love staying in every weekend with you, and I love going to your hockey games, and wearing your jersey. I love everything about us.” I sealed my statement with a kiss, and he circled his arms around my waist, pulling me as close as he possibly could. “I love you.” He muttered against my lips, I smiled moving to hide my face in his neck, he did the same to me. “So does this mean I still get to move in?” I teased, pressing a chaste kiss to his neck. “You didn’t think you’d get rid of me that easy did you?” He responded, I laughed against him, “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you earlier, we could’ve had much more fun at the event if I had.” I sighed leaning back in his grip, he shook his head, “I should’ve talked to you too.” He shrugged it off, not wanting to ruin this moment. “But I can think of a few ways to liven up the night a bit.”

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trashyswitch · 4 years

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The Story of How Foxy Lost His Ear Cover

This is the strange and funny story behind how Foxy had lost his left ear cover. Just how did Foxy lose the leather cover? Where did it go? And did Foxy know where it went? If so, then why in the world was foxy refusing to put it back on?

This fanfic was sent to me by an anonymous user here on Tumblr. Whoever you are, I hope you enjoy the lee foxy content you've been waiting for!

Mike was doing his usual risky job of keeping an eye on the pizzeria while trying not to get killed by a roaming animatronic. There were about five animatronics: Four of which roamed around the facility at night, and one extra animatronic that just sat there in the storage closet. The four animatronics often had their own walking patterns, quirky personalities and even hidden capabilities that would render Mike dead when used. So he had to be very careful that he saved his battery percentage while also using the batteries to save his life.

Mike had been doing pretty good up until this point. It was currently 3am and he still had a few more hours of work left. The sucky part about this job was that you didn’t even get a 5 minute break! So his stress levels were always quite high for the entire 6 hour shift. But Mike was brave and tolerant despite his stress levels. He’s proven this to himself long ago. So this little job was not nearly as bad when you naturally have your stress levels under control.

Mike took another cycle through the cameras provided to him, and listened for Freddy’s laughter or any walking sounds. He seemed to be in the clear for now. So, he put the tablet down and looked at the doors. He took a moment to check the outside windows to make sure no animatronic was sneaking up on him:

None to be seen.

Mike smiled to himself as he sat back. This is gonna be fine! What was he so worried about? This week is gonna fly by and before he knows it, it’ll be the weekend.

Mike’s thoughts quickly paused as he heard shuffling sounds. They were fast shuffling sounds! And it sounded like they were coming from the left side! Mike quickly opened up the tablet to check-

CLANG!

A hook had loudly plopped itself around the top of the tablet!

Mike looked up...and lifted his head up to make up for the height of the animatronic. It was pretty big compared to him. A few inches taller than him. And it had an open eyepatch, revealing its yellow pupils.

Not knowing what else to do, Mike quickly pushed the tablet against Foxy’s chest and made a run for it. He heard the tablet crash onto the floor as he ran, followed by more shuffling noises! Mike attempted to look behind him, but SHRIEKED upon only seeing the shadow:

HE WAS SO CLOSE TO BEING CAPTURED!

Mike tried to quicken his pace, but kept on tripping on his own feet! He was losing track of his running pattern and could barely keep up the little space that separated the two! Not even a turn would separate them more. Whatever idiot decided to make a robotic fox that can run faster than an average young male, should be jailed or terminated.

It didn’t take very much time to be captured by the quick animatronic. Mike pushed and kicked as much as he could to try and get out of his grip. But this animatronic’s hand was cold, pure metal. Not only could he not hurt him, he would only end up hurting himself by trying to hurt him. It was fruitless to try and damage it. But it wouldn’t be fruitless to try and wiggle his way out, would it?

Mike tried to wiggle, kick, push and squirm his way out of Foxy’s grip. But the fox was just...watching him while he squirmed. It was like he was just letting him squirm till he exhausted himself. Mike’s squirming soon stopped in response to the look. He wasn’t done trying to escape, but he was going to take some time to save his energy.

“Glad ya finally calmed down!” The fox declared.

Mike widened his eyes. He can TALK?! Mike didn’t really know how to react. So: He simply nodded despite his astonishment.

“Now:” The fox looked down at his nametag and read it. “Mike.”

Mike bit his lip nervously.

Foxy lifted his head up a little and looked forward. “Let’s get you into that suit, shall we?”

Foxy started walking down the hall with Mike in his hand. This was the moment when Mike started squirming and trying to get out agan. Foxy looked down and let out an annoyed groan. “Not again...Why?!” Foxy brought Mike closer to his exposed eye. “Why do you wanna live so badly?!” Foxy asked. “Is life even worth living at this point?!”

Not really listening to Foxy, Mike reached up and grabbed one of Foxy’s ears. Foxy let out a deafening, robotic screech and let go of Mike’s middle to get him off.

“OI! LET GO OF MA EAR!” Foxy shouted to him.

But Mike didn’t let go. He refused to let go! The only thing he did in response, was grab the other ear with his other hand. This left Mike with his body dangling right on Foxy’s snout. “LET GO OF ME YA CRAZY OAF!” Foxy shouted again.

Mike refused to let go. He was free! All he needed to do was get down without getting captured! Mike grabbed higher on the ears and started unintentionally pulling them.

Foxy SCREECHED! “AAAAAAAH! OW THAT HURTS! LET GO!” Foxy shouted.

Mike screeched as well! “AAAAAAAAAAH! YOU CAN FEEL?!”

Foxy ripped Mike’s hands off of his ears, accidentally causing one of the ear covers to fall right off as well.

Mike blinked a couple times and looked down at the earpiece. “I...Hold on-”

Mike hoisted himself up onto Foxy’s knee and tried to put the fuzzy ear cover back onto his ear. But Foxy wouldn’t stop moving! “aAAH- Mike-”

“I’ll get it back on. Just try to hold still.” Mike told him. Mike brought the ear up, and tried to align it with the metal skeleton.

But Foxy ruined his alignment by shaking his head. “Stop it! Don’t touch it. I’ll be fine!”

Mike raised an eyebrow. “I...kinda have to touch it in order to get it back on.” Mike let him know.

“Then don’t put it back on! It’s gone now. I can live without it for a while.” Foxy ordered.

“No. I’m getting it back onto your ear. I don’t wanna get in trouble for damaging you.” Mike declared.

Mike pushed Foxy down onto the office chair and grabbed onto Foxy’s metal ear. Foxy closed his eyes and squeezed his jaw shut as Mike attempted to put it back on again. But it was really hard trying to stay still when Mike was being so gentle with his hands and the ear cover. The ear touching kept nonstop ordering for him to start giggling and laughing. But he didn’t want to laugh! Not right now!

What he REALLY wanted to do, was move his ear away. But the more he’d move away, the more annoyed Mike would get. “Ihi- Mikepleasestohop-” Foxy tried to say through his multiple sets of teeth.

“I’m almost there.”

Mike continued sliding the fuzzy cover back onto his ear. It was a little bit of a struggle thanks to the leather getting all folded in on itself and wrinkled up. He had to shove his fingers in between the metal skeleton and unfold the bottom of the ear leather. But this proved to be a mistake.

Foxy yelped and almost let out a laugh! Foxy accidentally threw his head to the right, flicking Mike off of him and removing some of the ear cover. “Foxy! What did I say about staying still?!” Mike yelled.

Foxy widened his eyes and reached his arms out. “I’m sorry! I lost control!” Foxy admitted.

“Lost control?! You did that on purpose!” Mike accused.

Foxy frowned. He stood up from the chair, picked up Mike and started toying with the guy’s ear. “Well how would you feel if I just started playing with YOUR ear?!” Foxy reacted.

Mike jumped and shook his head, not at all expecting such a ticklish sensation. Mike quickly tried moving away from the cold metal fingers and reached his hands out to Foxy’s ears. As Mike started instinctually cracking a smile, Mike grabbed Foxy’s ears and started worming his fingers through and around the small metal skeleton ear.

Foxy screeched in surprise, and widened his eyes as his body was pulled down and forced to dramatically lean back. Mike had managed to pull Foxy down backwards to make up for Mike’s shorter height, rendering Foxy lopsided and off balance. It was a really awkward position for Foxy. And on top of that, Mike was toying with his ears with a revenge-filled smirk. Foxy squeezed his eyes shut. The demands to laugh were getting to be too much! Something was strongly pressuring him to start laughing and soon...he finally let it all go!

Mike’s jaw practically dropped to the floor as he heard slightly autotuned laughter coming from the slightly broken fox. Holy crap! Not only did Foxy have reactions to pain, but he also had ticklish reactions! “Hahahahahaha! AHAhahahahaha! -Stop it- hahahahehehehe!”

“Holy- You’re TICKLISH!?” Mike shouted in pure surprise.

Foxy started mechanically flapping his ears up and down to get Mike to let go. “Ihihihihi- Whahat’s that? HahAHAhaHAhahaHAHA!” Foxy’s jaw dropped and lifted as his laughter started to grow more unpredictable and bubbly.

“It’s the feeling you’re experiencing now! It’s something humans are born with! Another human you trust can touch and play with a certain spot that makes you laugh and wiggle around.” Mike explained.

“Ihihi- Ihihi dohon’t feel ahanythihihing! IHIHI- NOHOHOHOHO!” Foxy didn’t know what Mike was doing, but it was making him laugh harder and harder! “NOOOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAIT!” He shouted!

“Wow! I guess the back of your ear is much worse! Tickle tickle tickle!” Mike teased as he wiggled and scratched the back of the metal ear.

So THAT’S what was making him laugh so hard! Mike had moved places!

Foxy started shaking his head back and forth more rapidly and couldn’t stop his head from curling towards the hand. It felt like his programming was forcefully taking him over and making him move and contort without previous coding to properly warn him!

And now, it looked like the ground was getting closer and closer! “MIHIHIHIKE! IHIHI’M GONNA fAHAHA- OHNO-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Foxy’s body came crashing down onto the floor. The fox had fallen right onto his back, taking Mike along with him. The Fox was only stunned for a few seconds. When he came to life again, Foxy blinked a few times and sat himself up. “Well: that was certainly a doozy.”

Mike laughed at Foxy and quickly crawled back up to him. Then, he started wiggling his fingers on the ear that was still intact. “Tickle tickle tickle-”

Foxy grabbed Mike’s hand and pushed it away. “No. More.”

Mike looked down at his thrown hand, and looked back up at Foxy. Slowly...he smiled and brought his hand back towards the fox ears.

“Don’t you dare.” Foxy warned.

Mike’s smile widened as he got closer...and closer…

“Mike...I’m warning you-”

Mike giggled evilly and pulled Foxy’s head onto his knees. Quickly, Mike started tickling both of the fox’s ears at the same time! Foxy screeched yet again, and squirmed all over the place. It only took a few seconds for Foxy’s jaw to open up more and for his laughter to fill the room yet again. “HAHAHAHAHA! MIIIIIKE! STOHOHOP IHIHIHIT NOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Foxy flapped his ears, kept his eyes shut and wiggled around all over the place. He even started rapidly wagging his tail! Mike was excitedly tickling him nonstop. This was worth his eventual ass beating. This was even worth dying over! Laugh Foxy, laugh!

“MIHIHIKE STAHAHAP! AHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHO! EHEHEHEVIHIL IMBECIHIHILE!” Foxy shouted.

Mike hummed and stopped tickling for a moment. “What was that you said?”

Foxy’s laughter quickly dropped into giggles and chuckles. “Ihihi said STOP EVIL IMBECILE!” Foxy shouted again.

Mike widened his eyes and placed a hand on his own heart. “How DARE you talk like that to me! As a human being who’s been tickled all their life, I assure you it’s not as bad as you’re making it out to be!” Mike reassured him. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Am I now?” Foxy quickly sat himself up and grabbed Mike. “How about I go for your ears and see how you like it.” Foxy started wiggling his fingers closer and closer to Mike’s ears.

Mike, in an attempt to calm him down, didn’t defend his vulnerable ears and allowed Foxy’s fingers to get closer. Foxy’s ears soon touched down, and started wiggling and skittering all over the top of the flaps, the back of the flaps and the bottom loops of his ears.

“EEEEEEHEhehehehehe! Seeehehehe? Ihihit’s nohohot thahahat bahahad ahat ahahall!” Mike told him.

“Oh really now? How about here?” Foxy started scratching under his chin. But Mike stared straight ahead without a single flinch of a reaction. His chin was just not ticklish. Foxy’s eager grin quickly morphed into astonishment, followed by a BIG heap of disappointment. “Awww, come on!”

Mike smiled proudly and leaned forward a little. He gave Foxy’s chin a few tickles, and gasped excitedly when Foxy shrieked! Mike immediately continued, and watched for another reaction. First, Foxy’s eyes squeezed shut. Then, Foxy tried to turn his snout away from him. But Mike’s fingers had followed and continued tickling.

Another few seconds, and Foxy’s giggles had finally left his mouth. “Ohohokahay- Hehehehehehahahahaha! Thahat’s enough nohohow hehehehehe!” Foxy giggled a little.

“I only just started, big bad fox.” Mike teased.

“Nohoho yohohou didn’t! Yohohou’ve beheen ticklihing mehehe fohor- HEHEHEHEY WAHAHAIT- QUIHIHIT IIIIIT!” Foxy suddenly started kicking his feet and wagging his tail like crazy! Why had he started doing that? Easy: because Mike had moved his hands to his neck and was now tickling there! “WHAHAHAT AHAHARE YOHOHOHOU DOHOHOIHING?! STAHAHAHAHAHA- HAHAHAHAHEHEHAHAHAHA!”

Mike giggled and kept tickling the neck spot. “Awwww, is de fox’s neck tickle-tickle-ticklish? A kitchy kitchy kitchy- OW!”

Mike pulled his hand away super quickly and winced as stinging, seething pain filled his finger in a matter of seconds. He looked down and quickly pinpointed where the strong pain was coming from: his nail. Mike groaned as he looked at his bleeding finger and the large, partly detached hangnail that stuck right out, ready to be caught on fabric and ripped right off.

Foxy had stopped laughing and was now just a limp, temporarily phased lump of metal on the ground.

Mike bit his lip and he grabbed the hangnail with his index finger and thumb. With a 3 second countdown and a quick pull, Mike ripped the hangnail right off his finger! But the stinging pain was SO STRONG! It hurt to even look at it!

Filled with pain and desperate to lessen it even the slightest bit, Mike shoved his finger in his mouth and let his warm tongue clean it off and cover the wound like a heating pad.

Foxy got up and reached his hand out. “You okay?”

Mike, despite being in quite a bit of pain, nodded. “Mm’ fine.”

Foxy nodded and walked over to the office drawer. Opening one of the drawers with his hook, Foxy grabbed a red box from the drawer, and opened it up. Then, he pulled out something and handed it to Mike. “Here.”

Mike smiled and took it. It was a traditional brown bandaid. “Thank you Foxy.”

“You’re welcome. Sorry I trapped your finger in my endoskeleton.” Foxy apologized.

“It’s alright. Sorry I tickled you and didn’t stop when you wanted me to.” Mike apologized as well.

Foxy chuckled. “I actually didn’t want you to stop. I was just overwhelmed by the forceful need to laugh. But once you did start tickling me again, despite my warnings to not,” Foxy chuckled and shrunk down a bit, “I started saying stop without meaning it.” Foxy admitted.

Mike chuckled and held his hand out. “Want some help up?”

Foxy lifted an eyebrow and looked down at his own chest. “You realize how heavy I am compared to you, right?” Foxy asked. “I’m made of metal.”

Mike smirked. “Try me.” He brought his one foot back to establish balance and took Foxy’s hand. Mike started trying to pull Foxy onto his feet. Foxy even helped him out a little, but allowed Mike to struggle. Mike pulled and pulled as much as he could, but he had underestimated how heavy Foxy really was.

To end the awkward moment the pulling was making, Foxy gave Mike’s hand a light tug and caught Mike in his arms. Though the landing was a little hard for Mike's taste, it was better than landing on the cold, dirty ground. While Mike was huffing from exhaustion and pouting like a kid, Foxy was laughing at Mike’s poor judgement abilities. “Okay, okay. So maybe your metal parts are much more heavier than my bones. I could’ve done it eventually!” Mike argued.

Foxy just laughed even more at that!

Mike sighed and just let him laugh. At least he was hearing pretty fox laughter without the need to tickle him.

After some time, Mike looked over and grabbed the leather ear cover that was abandoned on the floor. “Hey Foxy?” Mike asked, showing it to him.

“Yes? Oh!” Foxy took it and held it in his hand.

“Do you wanna try and put it back on again?” Mike asked.

Foxy looked up at Mike and looked down at the earpiece awkwardly. He was having flashbacks to a couple hours ago, when Mike had tried to put it on and made him lose control of everything. He finally chuckled and threw the leather ear piece into the drawer. “I’ll be fine without it.”

Mike sighed and smiled a little. He supposed with how ticklish Foxy was, it would be for the best.

But still...He would have to get used to the asymmetrical ears.

#ticklefic #ler!mike #lee!foxy #fluffy friday #adorable foxy

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ana-deaky · 4 years

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the lakes || Brian May x Reader

Summary: An odd day of your summer vacation turns to be the day you meet the love of your life.

Warnings: Maybe a bit of bad writing. Other than that, we good to go!

Author’s Note: This is my gift for @itsametaphorgwil for @queenandborhapevents 2 Year Celebration. It was a pleasure being part of the event! Special shoutout to the discord members, who were very motivating.

The setting is in 1973 around the production of Queen II. I had to tweaks dates, to adjust it to the story. Y/N's academic and other details are left upto reader's imagination. So let it run wild. Enjoy!

You were back home in London for your Spring Break. Your best friend was on a romantic getaway with her boyfriend err fiancé. You have known the two of them since you were kids and this was the only time you both have spent your holidays apart since you met each other.

You slept. You woke up. You went about your day, until the weather cooled down. Then you picked up the book you were reading that week, picked up your usual cup of coffee for your way over to the park. You went to your favourite spot, there, under the shade of the Red Oak tree. You laid down the small picnic blanket and sat on it, stretching out your legs, crossing your legs at the ankle, your back against the tree and you continued reading or watched people as you listened to your music until the sun started setting and you walked back home.

But today... something changed...

You were the kind of person who had kept track of time. Oddly, that wasn't the case today. Your aunt and her husband were over for lunch, like every Sunday. The usual chit-chat and the lunch took longer than usual, by the time they left, you knew, the coffee place would be bustling with people at this hour. You decided to skip your coffee, for the day, which almost never happens. So you were walking the sidewalk, turning the corner towards the coffee shop. You were not one to tolerate slow-walkers, you paced up the sidewalk, stuck between two blokes. You were trying to surpass the tall man in front of you, when he stopped at his tracks.

What happened next, happened too fast. Only thing you could register was that you were drenching in water. A couple of ooh's and ah's were what you heard. "What the hell", you mumbled. A gasp and a series of apologies came from the man in front of you. "Brian, what did you do?", came another voice from behind. "Shut up, Fred", the tall man replied. "Are you alright?", he asked you as you retrieved a napkin and wiped your face. "I'm fine.", you hissed sarcastically, "Just got a shower in the middle of the street. No big deal."

A burst of laughter came from behind, you turned your head to give them a mean look, "Oh it's funny now, is it?", you hissed. "Boys", you shook your head and mumbled. You walked away from the group towards your home.

******************

A very short while back...

"What is wrong with that riff? It's perfect and it blends bloody well with the rest.", Brian said. "Why do you have to have the spotlight every single time? It's my band too. I have a say too.", Roger bickered. "Darlings, I'm supposed to be the drama queen. Quit bickering.", Freddie said. "Shut up!", said Brian and Roger together. "I tried", Freddie said to Deaky, shrugging. "What do you think, John?", asked Roger. "No guitar solo.", Deaky said firmly. Roger showed quite the excitement and added, "No solo."

Roger didn't stop rubbing the decision in Brian's face as they were going down to the cafe for a break, until a random girl walked between Roger and Brian. Brian halted when Roger stopped talking, turning on his heels to pour the water from his bottle. He gasped when he noticed that it was not Roger and that he just threw water on a stranger.

*******

He watched her walk away as his friends teased him. "You, boys, carry on. I'm gonna go apologize to her.", Brian said. "Haven't you had enough already?", hissed Roger. "Bugger off, Rog. This happened because of your bickering.", Brian replied. "How's it my fault?", Roger screamed. "Hold it, Rog. We don't want you fighting in public anymore. We're rockstars not brawlers.", Freddie said. "Just get on with it, Brian", he added.

Brian paced behind the girl. "Excuse me?", he said.

*******

"Oh it's you again", you stopped walking and stood facing him, "What do you want?"

"I wanted to apologize for what happened earlier.", he said. You crossed your arms, "Well?"

"Look I'm very sorry for what happened. I should have been careful.", he said. "Thanks.", you said uncrossing your arms and looking down, "Well look at that, my shirt is still wet. Too bad.", you said and continued your walk home. "Hold on.", came the soft voice from behind. You turned around and said, "Look if you're gonna apologize, just don't bother."

"I would feel bad if I didn't do something to make it up to you.", he said plainly with a hint of worry. "I didn't mean to worry you", you changed your tone, "I'm totally fine really." "I insist", he said. "Well then, what did you have in mind?", you asked. You could swear there was a slight smirk and his hazel eyes glistening. "What about coffee? Tomorrow?", he asked, "Same cafe?", he said pointing towards the direction of the cafe. "All right. What time?", you asked. He checked his watch and said, "How about the same time?" "Well then I'll see you tomorrow, umm, what's your name?", you asked. "Brian.", he said with a pressed smile. "Y/N", you said nodding, "See you tomorrow then." and you both walked your separate ways.

*****

The next day…

You walked inside the cafe round the time he suggested yesterday. You scanned across the almost empty cafe for the very distinct mop of curls sitting somewhere, he was not there yet. You checked the time again and took a seat in one of the tables near the windows, so he won’t miss you. You decided to kill some time reading your book.

“Fan of crime thrillers, are you?”, you heard the familiar voice. You looked up as he took his seat opposite. “Apparently. She’s a very good writer.”, you said. “Yes. I am not the biggest fan of crime thrillers”, he said, “I’m sorry I’m late. Work held me back.”,Have you been here long?” “Not long. You’re good.”, you said tucking your book to the side of the table. “So, Y/N, what do you do?” “Umm I’m a University student. What about you?” “I'm with a band actually.” “Ooh that’s fun. What do you play?” “The guitar” “Cool. The goth guys from yesterday are your bandmates, aren’t they?” He laughed and said “Yea. They’ll be pleased to know how you referred to them.”

“I should probably get us something to drink. What would you like?”, he said getting up. “A latte?” “Anything else?” “I’m good.”

He went up to the line near the counter, obviously taller than anybody else in the line. You resumed your reading, while you waited. You looked up often and whenever you did, Brian caught your eyes and gave you a smile. You placed the bookmark on the page and closed your book when you saw him walk to the table. He placed the tray with the drinks and took a seat.

“You don’t drink coffee?”, you asked, noticing the glass of grapefruit juice. “I don’t make it a habit.” “You really are an interesting specimen.”, you said taking a sip of your latte. “I’ve been meaning to ask. What actually happened yesterday?”, you asked. “It’s nothing really.”, he replied and took a sip of the juice. “I’m not gonna let that slide. You threw the water on me. I deserve to know why” “Alright. Alright. So me and the group are here to record an album. Anyways, I wrote a riff for one of the songs, so Roger and I, the blonde guy, were arguing whether or not to have it in or not all the way. And I swear he was rubbing it in my face when the others said no to the riff and I couldn’t contain my anger any longer. I assumed that he was right behind me and I did what I did.”

“Glad it was water and not a punch”, you said shrugging. “Me too.” “So what’s your group called?” “We’re called Queen.” “Oh. I know you guys. I mean I have heard your record.” “You have?” “Yes. You guys are good.” “Thank you very much. Any specific song caught your mind?” “Keep yourself alive was a bop” “Ah I see”, he said grinning. “What are you grinning about? Oh you wrote the song didn’t you?” He smiled and nodded. “I sing a part in the bridge there.” “I see. I’ll check it out the next time it comes on radio” “Thank you”

“So when is the next album?” “Uh well. Hopefully before the fall season. We’re still writing. The works,y'know” “Good luck with your album then.” “Thank you.”

And so, the conversation continued. Brian was mostly interested in listening to you and always had that enthusiastic smile on his face. You, on the other hand, loved to hear him talk, especially with that soft voice. You didn’t know how long the talk went until you unintentionally looked out the window. You checked your watch, “Oh. I should get going. I’m usually home by this time.”, you said. “Oh. Don’t worry about it. I should get back to the studio anyway.” “Bye, Brian. Thanks for the coffee.”, you said getting up. Brian stood up with you, “Yes. It was very lovely getting to know you, Y/N.”, you almost melted at him saying your name, but you didn’t dare show it. “I’ll see you around, I guess”, you smiled and waved him goodbye, he repeated the same.

You walked out of the cafe, then towards home. “Y/N”, came a shout from behind. You turned around saying, “Yes?” Brian stopped near you and panted saying, “You forgot your book.” “Aww. Thank you, Brian. You’re too nice.” “No problem. Listen Y/N”, he said, “Look I really loved the talk we just had. And I loved every minute I spent with you. So would you like to go on a date with me, so we can get to know each other better?”

“You seem very nice and very straight-forward, which is a quality I like in men. So yes. I would love to go on a date with you.”, you said. “May I have your phone number? I’ll call you soon.” “Alright. I’ll wait for your call”, you searched for a pen in your bag when Brian gave you his, “Thank you”, you said and scribbled your name and phone number in your notebook and tore the paper to give it to him. “I’ll talk to you later, then”, Brian said, putting the folded paper inside his pocket, followed by his pen. “See you later, Brian” and you walked home.

*****

Brian called you up on the weekend to ask you out for dinner. One date turned into two, and later a three, four and a five. He even took you over to the studio to introduce you to the boys. And here you are, on a Friday evening trying to reach your “boyfriend” on the phone.

You waited a few rings until someone picked up the phone. “Trident Studios.”, came a voice in a very distinct accent. “John?” “Yes. Who’s this?” “It’s Y/N. Can you put Brian on the phone?” “Oh hey Y/N, yea. Hold on he’s just got out of the booth.”, he said and you heard, “Brian, phone call for you.”

“Hello?” “Brian!” “Y/N. How are you, love?” “I’m good. Just busy with some work for University. How is your day going?” “Freddie quit the band twice. Roger threw a tantrum, which is not a surprise. Deaky is being, well.. Deaky. Surprisingly, I’m almost done with one of my songs.” “That’s fantastic. Listen, are you free tomorrow afternoon?” “Yes. I can take a break.” “Wonderful. Pack your swim shorts or whatever. And bring a towel maybe.” “Where are we going?” “That’s a surprise.” “Alright. When and where would we meet?” “You know the bus stop near the park?” “How about I borrow Roger’s car and I’ll pick you up from your home?” “That sounds good. I’ll see you at 1?” “Yes.I’ll see you then.” “Okay. See you tomorrow.”

*****

Brian was right on time. You drove the car while he sat on the passenger side, he kept trying to figure out where you both were going, you never gave in so he diverted to talking about Queen and his latest writings.

“We’re here”, you said parking the car. You got out of the car to retrieve your hamper from the boot. “Why are we in the middle of the woods?” “Stop exaggerating. The town is just a mile down the road, Brian.” You proceeded to walk through the path, Brian followed closely to catch up with you and held your hand as you both walked towards the spot. “Not many people come here. So Jane and I come here all the time.” “When do I get to meet Jane?’ “Most probably next week. She can’t wait to meet you.” “You told her?” “Yea. Why wouldn’t I?” “Oh it’s nothing. I thought you were gonna tell her in person.” “I couldn’t wait any longer.”

“We’re here.”, you said standing at the edge opening to the banks of the lake. “This is beautiful.” You set your hamper down on the gravel-y soil and spread a beach towel. “Lunch or swim?” “Swim” “Good choice.” You kneeled down to take off your sandals while Brian was sitting down to take off his “precious” clogs.

You stood up to take off your dress over your head. You were showing skin except for your pink and white checkered bathing suit. You could actually feel Brian’s eyes on you as you did. His mouth opened, his pupils blown wide, drinking you in until you threw the dress at his face. “Take a picture, lasts longer.”, said. He just shook his head and pulled his half unbuttoned shirt over his head, threw it over your dress. “You coming or no?”, you asked walking towards the water.

“Wait up.”, he said. You stepped into the water. You swam around until Brian finally joined in. First thing you did, splash the water on his face. He ran his palm down his face, “What was that for?” “To commemorate our first meeting”, you said swimming over to Brian, your hands twining behind his neck, kissing him. “Aww. I love you.”, he said when you pulled away. And then he held you by the shoulders and pushed you in the water and swam away, when you pulled up on the surface, you said, “I’m so gonna get you for that.” And so continued the fun.

A bit of fun and a picnic lunch later, both of you were laying side by side on your towels, holding hands, talking about anything and everything. You lied down on your side, your head supported by your right hand. “Brian?”, you whispered, your other hand toying with his wet hair. “Hmm?” “I need to tell you something.” Brian sat up, facing you, he said, ‘What is it?” He said tucking some hair behind your hair. “Summer break gets over in 4 weeks.” “So?” “Where does that put us?” “We are still gonna be us. Together.” You smiled and side-hugged him. “Besides”, he resumed, “The album is starting to come together. We’ll probably be swamped with work and the final touches a few weeks later. And it’s not like we can’t keep in touch. We can call or I could come down and visit you.” “I’m so happy that I have you in my life.” “Me too.” “I had a wonderful time with you, today. When are we coming back alone?” “Some day one day…”

******

Two months later …

The goodbyes were definitely hard, but taken well. And Brian seemed to be engaged more in the album, which kept him distracted. You had University to do that for you.

And on this particular Friday, you were drowning in homework when your roommate walked in. You looked up to the door, when she came in. “Hey Y/N, you’ve got mail.”, she said putting down a couple of letters and what looked like a square box on your table.

You opened the box carefully. There was a letter and the cover of the album, showing your boyfriend and his mates on the front and ‘Queen II’ written on top. You remembered him mentioning about the album releasing soon, on the phone last week. You took out the album and turned it over to see the song titles and there it was ‘Some Day One Day’ . “You don’t mind if I put the record on, would you?” “I don’t mind” You walked over to the record player, put on the record and put the player arm on the 4th song of the White side.

The light guitar strumming started, when you got back to your chair to open the letter. You saw the pictures of you and Brian, that Roger took on Freddie’s camera a week before you left for University, first. Then a couple of pictures with the boys. You left them in the box. And took out the letter, the first thing that crossed your mind, how neat his calligraphy was. It read:

Dearest Y/N,

I know we talk over the phone most days, I felt that the letter would feel much more personal and from the heart than telling you on the phone.

If I am taking a gamble here, you have already seen the vinyl, the pictures and probably playing our song. And you’re smiling, because either I said that exactly as it is or because you’re mocking. What I’d give to see that smile right now and to listen to the song together. But some day one day..

Wonderful pictures, aren’t they? I nagged Freddie into getting the pictures developed soon, so I could send those with the vinyl. I can be persuasive and you know it. And fun fact, I have framed one of our pictures and put it on my nightstand. (You’re smiling again.)

I miss you dearly. And I love you so much. Will talk soon. Take care!

Yours,

Bri

P.S. Freddie wants to know what you think about the album and the boys say Hi!

You sat back on the chair, happy as ever listening to your boyfriend sing, hugging the letter.

******

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