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dyslexic-mess · 1 year

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Suits and Stars AU part 2

(Part one)

Suits where not really Dannys thing.

For one, the shoulder pads made him look much too square for his liking. The fitted waist was all to exposing and three layers? Absolutely not. As he approached the building, a shimmering skyscraper that practically screamed ‘you can’t afford to look at me’, Danny decided it wasn’t worth the hassle and took off his blazer. A vest and tie where enough, right? Besides, its not like he actually worked there. The dress code wasn’t really his problem beyond looking vaughly like he fitted in.

The stiff fabric hooked over one arm, he strutted into the building with all the zeel of a man who worked a wall street office job.

“Nicholas Halden” he said to the receptionist, putting his hands in his pockets as she clicked on her computer. “Your not on the system” she replied, eyeing him suspiciously. “First day.” he countered, easily. “Inturn?” damn, what was this girl, a cop? Danny brightened his smile a little more “new P.A, actually”

She gave him one last look over her glasses, scanning him. “I don’t have any ticks or fleas. Promise.” He crossed his heart with that, leaning into his smile so it became more of a smirk. The woman finally cracked a little, huffling through her nose with an up turned lip before flipping through a folder. She handed him a lanyard “make sure you keep it that way, Mr. Halden” Danny took it and began to walk backwards in one motion, towards the security gates. “Nick” he offered. She finally smiled at him. “Nick.” she corrected in a slightly warmer tone. “Get a proper security pass before next week”

“Will do!” He responded as he turned to walk properly, shooting a finger gun over his shoulder as he did.

Receptionists. They held the keys to the castle and they knew it. Thinking about it, Danny would rather get grilled by a cop. They where easier to charm.

The office itself managed to be both claustrophobic and far to big. Rammed with people in suits of varying quality, tapping on keyboards and scribbling on paper. They chattered to each other about one thing or another and it was absolute murder on Dannys over sensitive ears. He fought the urge to cover them as he made for the office at the top, of course, that was sectioned off by a glass wall and a door twice as big as it needed to be.

He recognized his employer inside, looking more commanding in his own set of shoulder pads and dress shoes. Danny would almost believe you if you told him this guy and the tussled looking dude from last night were different people. Almost.

They were still the same in some very key ways. The tightness in his movements, the way his eyes scanned his surroundings so he noticed Danny long before he approached and, of course, that scowly tilt to his brow that darkened his features and shadowed those mottled blue eyes.

It was a shame, really, and Danny found himself, briefly, wanting to make the man smile.

He did not smile when he clocked Danny. Infact, that serious scowl seemed to deepen slightly as he waved him in, dismissing the other men in equally stuffy suits he'd been talking to.

"You got past reception?" He questioned, seeming surprised. Danny shrugged "don't panic, most people wouldn't"

Tim just hummed, positioning his laptop so it faced away from his office facing window. He pulled up a very official looking document with 'Nicks' ID and employment files. "Nicholas Halden. That's a little on the nose" Danny crossed his arms. "Does that make you Burke?"

The other man snorted "yeah. It dose." He handed Danny another lanyard, this one looking more official than the 'guest' card he was wearing. "I'm not dumb enough to let a known criminal walk around without keeping tabs-"

"-I'm not known" Danny butt in, a little prideful. Tim waived a hand at him.

"I know. In any case, this'll track your movements."

"Your not a convicted fellon so you can leave it at the door at the end of the day but if your on the clock, your wareing this."

The way Tim was debriefing him made Danny wonder if the nervous, flighty looking man he'd met last night had been a mask. This guy was clearly no stranger to being in authority and had no problems dolling out orders. It was, in a way, reassuring. He just hoped Tim could back up his thunder.

He directed his attention back to the computer, where Tim pulled up work schedules, fake contact details and a bit of fabricated history for nick. Just in case.

"Nick is my new P.A, employed with good recommendation, on a probationary period. That gives you clearance to do most things on the grounds I asked for it. Just don't go abusing the privilege-"

Danny rolled his eyes, Tim didn't bother acknowledging it.

"You work the job. You find my rat. When we've tied the loose ends, Nick starts underperforming and we let him go."

It was Dannys turn to hum as he looked over the startlingly good fake documents. Damn, even tucker would struggle to produce something like this! Did it make him curious? Hell yea but for now he was gonna mind his business.

"Its a good plan" he commented, flicking through the tabs a few more times as he did. "Though I don't remember you mentioning I'd have to do actual work around here when we spoke last"

Tim glanced at him "What, think you can't handle it? Or do you just have an aversion to legit work?" Danny huffed and rolled his eyes again "whatever, sure. Book you a taxi and reserve you a restaurant between actually doing what you're paying me for. Piece 'a cake"

"Better be" Tim sighed, closing his computer. "This has a time limit. The-"

"Yeah, yeah, the longer they get away with it, the more confident they'll get in what they leak. I got it." Danny finished and Tim raised an eyebrow. "Don't do that infront of the other employees. You might not answer to me but Nick does." He dead panned.

Danny just gave another one of his easy smiles, picking up his new ID, which felt more like a tracking collar, and spinning it on one finger. "You got it, pretty boy"

Tim puffed out his cheeks in the biggest expression Danny had managed to get from him, pointing a finger in his direction as Danny went to leave. "And don't call me that either!" He called after him.

Oh yea. This was gonna be a fun couple of weeks.

(Part three)

#dpxdc #bek writes #struggling for an au name on this one?#Office AU maby?#idk.#eather way Im vibing with it #who knows how far this one will go #for now Im likeing it #I decided #Suits and Stars AU

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the-ferocious-kittyrose · 2 years

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Canon Fnaf lore? I don’t know her. Anyways here’s my insane ramblings about William Afton’s backstory and motives.

William Afton didn’t have the best upbringing. His dad saw some fucked up shit fighting in WW2 and didn’t come back quite the same, he wasn’t awful, just distant and drunk. His mom had been dealing with intense depressive episodes for years, and with trauma of losing family in the war and her husband shutting her out, she tragically committed suicide. Young William dealt with this by simply not dealing with it and buried down any negative emotions he may have until it became a searing white core of pure rage that would occasionally explode on people that didn’t really deserve it.

In school, William did extremely well in his classes, and extremely poor in his social life. He was very charismatic and animated but but his peers often found him strange and unsettling, so he struggled to form any real friendships. Until he meet Henry Emily in college. Henry was very laidback, kind, and extremely social. William was jealous of him at first. He both envied and admired how Henry could charm anyone, including William himself. Henry was impressed by how smart William was and appreciated his childish and occasionally morbid sense of humor. They bonded over a shared interest in robotics and music. They spent many drunken nights improvising stupid songs in cartoony voices, William strumming a guitar and Henry singing into a beer bottle microphone. They got the idea to open “Fredbear’s Family Dinner” while at a county fair, when they saw a guy in a cheep pig costume trip over a child.

William’s affection for Henry slowly morphed into something unhealthy. Henry was the first person William connected with on an emotional level. He was happy with Henry. They were real friends. They loved each other. And William was addicted to that love. Henry became his soul source of emotional fulfillment and he was terrified of loosing him. He would get jealous and bitter whenever Henry would hanging out with a new friend/girlfriend, even subtly trying to drive them away or sabotage the relationship. Henry knew that William loved him (probably more than most men love their platonic friends) and that William would get jealous over him, but he just chalked it up to William being lonely, and reminded oblivious to the true extent of the issue.

William got married mostly out of societal obligation. It’s not that he disliked his wife, Laura was friendly, pretty, supportive, everything a wife should be, it’s just that he never really wanted a wife. He had never connected with anyone he had tried to date, and realized pretty quick he had to sorta “fake it till you make it” when it came to romantic/sexual relationships with women. The idea of having to “fake it” for years wasn’t very appealing, but he recognized it was something he had to do to fit in amongst his peers. He would play the role of the loving bread winning husband, doing everything a husband is supposed to do to keep up the image, but emotionally he just wasn’t into it. This sucked for Laura of course, who felt emotionally neglected in their marriage. She thought that having children would bring them closer, and while it briefly succeeded in getting her more attention, things always went back to normal soon after.

William’s relationship with his oldest son, Michael, was complicated. He had never wanted children, and while he cared about his son, it was more so as an extension of himself rather than as his own individual. (Did how I phrased that make any sense???) He wanted Michael to be an idealized version of himself and would get frustrated when he didn’t meet that expectation. He also kinda missed the memo that parents are supposed to spend time with their kids. William was a workaholic and would have months long periods where he would completely lose himself in his work, completely blind to the world around him. As a result, Michael would act out at home and at school to get attention, because any attention was good attention. William did not have the patience to deal with with Michael’s nonsense, and was getting angrier and angrier about his sons embarrassing misbehavior. Laura tried explaining he just wanted attention, but he still didn’t get it. The kid had wealthy parents, friends, toys, video games, he had so much more than William had as a kid, so what more could he possibly want?

William had a much better relationship with his next child, Elizabeth. Laura had demanded he be more involved this time around because she was not going to be raising two kids by herself. He offered to hire a live in nanny to help her out and she threw a toaster at him. He was dreading another Michael, but he was pleasantly surprised. Elizabeth was much better behaved, she had an attitude, but her smart mouth was more funny than anything. She was also a huge daddy’s girl. She always wanted to be attached at his hip when he was home, William found it annoying at first, but as time past he grew to genuinely enjoy her company. He had always heard people talk about parental love, and he was always pretty sure people were exaggerating about it, especially after having his first kid, but now he was starting to get it. He would spoil her rotten.

Tragically, her life was cut short. William had decided to open his own separate company “Funtime Toys and Animatronics.” At the grand opening, something went wrong with the wiring and the factory caught fire. The building was evacuated, but Elizabeth had wandered away to admire the animatronics/toys and got left behind. As William was standing outside, watching millions of dollars go up in flames, Laura came up to him with the boys. He asked her where Elizabeth was and she said she thought she was with him. They searched the crowd but they couldn’t find her. Slowly they accepted the horrifying truth, she was still in the building. It was a tragic event for the whole family, but it really hit William in a strange way. He had dealt with death and grief before, but it was different this time and he didn’t know why. The whole situation brought back unpleasant memories of his mother’s death, except this time It was much harder for him to just bury it down, especially because everybody in town knew about it and wouldn’t leave him alone. He took to drinking and drug use to cope with the situation. He also started spending more of his free time with Henry to make himself feel better.

William’s youngest son Evan had a rough life. He was born shorty before his sister died, and if that wasn’t bad enough, he had several health and developmental issues that made his life infinitely more difficult. After Elizabeth’s death, William became very paranoid, and controlling. He installed cameras everywhere and gave his kids little to no privacy. He was still busy at work or otherwise out of the house most of the time, but he would monitor everything going on in the house through the cams. The kids never knew when they were being watched. Evan developed severe anxiety and was bullied because of it. William was aware that Even was being bullied (mostly by his brother) and he would stop it when he could but he was sorta pre occupied with work and his own declining mental health. It didn’t help that Evan was kinda scared of him (as well as most people), and didn’t like talking to him about sensitive stuff. William would mostly talk to Evan through the speakers in his toys.

Evan’s death was horrific. His head was crushed like a watermelon under a hydraulic press. William had been outside smoking with Henry when it happened. They went back inside when they heard the commotion and William was confronted with the image of his youngest son, practically headless, laying in a pool of blood and brain matter. Michael was ghostly pale as William screamed in his face, “WHAT DID YOU DO!? WHAT DID YOU DO!?” He threw Michael to the side and knelt to examine Even’s body. He was dead. There was no question. William was feeling a lot of things, none of them good. He was breathing heavy and raked his bloody fingers through his hair as his ragged breath turned to deep deranged laughter. He turned to Michael, blood dripping from his face and hands, and began laughing hysterically, wildly gesturing and pointing in his direction, as Michael backed away, quietly sobbing that he was sorry. William’s drinking and drug use got worse from that point on. He became a bitter shell of the man he once was. Two of his children were dead and his passion project he built with his best friend was being shut down.

Michael was not having a good time. First he had a dad that was always disappointed in him, then his little sister comes along and gets treated like a little princess, then his sister fucking dies and their dad becomes a crazy controlling alcoholic who won’t let you take a shit in peace. He had a lot of pent up anger, and he took it out on his little brother more often than not, but he had never meant for it to end up the way it did. And now, his life was literal Hell. If nearly being charged with manslaughter wasn’t bad enough, his father hated his guts. He would hardly ever talk to him except to yell at him or to deliver bitter accusatory remarks. William was completely delusional by this point. Not only did he blame Michael for Evan’s death and Fredbear’s closing, but he had also convinced himself that Michael was also responsible for Elizabeth’s death. It made no sense but William had it in his head that he had killed her out of jealousy. One night, Michael was laying in bed trying to fall asleep when he heard his bedroom door creak open. He laid still, pretending to be asleep as footsteps approached him from across the room. He felt a presence standing over him, staring at him. His eyes were closed but he knew he was being watched, and he was overcome with a feeling of pure dread. The figure stood over him for what felt like hours as he was frozen in fear, sure he was about to die. Finally, he heard quick footsteps exiting the room and the door closing behind them. Michael was always intimidated by his father, but now he was terrified of him.

William’s relationship with Henry was on the rocks. Henry noticed William’s declining mental health and self destructive tendencies after Elizabeth’s death. It wasn’t pretty, but he loved him, and he knew he had to be there for his friend in his time of need. But things didn’t get any better. In fact, they just got worse. William was borderline unrecognizable after Even’s death. He went from clingy to a full on stalker. It was starting to freak Henry out, as well as his young daughter Charlie. The final straw for Henry was when he was at William’s house and witnessed him having a violent meltdown where he blew up at Michael over seemingly nothing and yelled that he wanted him dead while swinging a kitchen knife around like a mad man. Henry managed to get the knife from him and calm him down, but he was horrified by the encounter. The next time William came over to his house, Henry refused to let him in. He let him know, in no uncertain terms, that their friendship/partnership was over. William freaked the fuck out. He was panicking, banging on the door begging Henry to let him in. He switched rapidly between sobbing and begging for forgiveness, and furiously yelling obscenities and threats, throwing potted plants at the door in anger. William felt betrayed and abandoned. He believed that since he was in pain, he was automatically entitled to his friend’s sympathy and comfort, and he was furious that that wasn’t the case.

William went on a bender that night, aimlessly driving drunk through the rain. He couldn’t tell you why but he drove to “Freddy Fazzbear’s Pizza.” He didn’t plan it. He didn’t know that Charlie was there. He didn’t know that Charlie had gotten locked outside. It was a spur of the moment thing. Charlie recognized his car and turned to look at him as he stepped out. She could smell the alcohol through the rain, his hair was unruly and his eyes were red and glossed over, almost lifeless. She became frightened as he hobbled towards her, struggling to walk upright and using his car for support. She tried to back away, tried to turn and run when he reached for her, but he was too fast. He lunged forward and grabbed her by the throat, squeezing until her body went limp. Henry had abandoned him. He didn’t want to kill Henry, he wanted to hurt him, so he inflicted his own pain onto him.

Charlie’s body was found a little over an hour later. Henry felt the world cave in around him. He knew William had done it. The man who had been his best friend for years, someone he trusted, someone he loved, had just murdered his little girl. He strangled her and left her body out in the rain with the dirty trash and garbage cans. He was seeing red as he drove to William’s house in the early hours of the morning. He was pounding on the door demanding to be let in. When Laura opened it he stormed past her, slamming her into a wall. He went on a rampage through the house, practically tearing up the floor boards looking for William. When it became obvious that he wasn’t there, Henry broke down crying, apologizing to Laura and Michael, who looked on terrified. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

William was on the run. He drove for hours before stopping. His life was over. Now that Henry was gone, he had nothing left. He looked down at his hands, covered in tiny red scratch marks, reminding him of what he’d done, of what he was now. He had always had violent thoughts and disturbing daydreams, but he had always repressed them as best he could. It had gotten harder over the years, but he still struggled. He didn’t want to be a murderer, but he was now. He had killed a child. What he’d done was unforgivable, and there was no coming back. But now that he had lost everything, he had nothing left to loose.

(You know what happens next. If you want me to continue, let me know.)

#i’m not a writer #so cut me some slack #i decided #to change how Elizabeth died #because the way she died in canon was just kinda silly #there’s something especially tragic about it just being a random thing #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf au #fnaf lore #william afton #micheal afton #elizabeth afton #evan afton #henry emily #charlotte emily #mrs afton #willry

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