#in a seemingly abandoned pizzeria

[ashtonisvibing]

oh my god it's actually fucking real

[aweina]

౨ৎ. KIMSET LUST ( 17﹢) ; mike schmidt

tags fem reader. mike’s pov. established relationship. mentions of blood. male masturbation. cunnilingus. mike being put into silly sexual situations + 1.8k words.

unintentionally perverted mike who cannot seem to catch a break from weirdly calculated sexual situations, but ends up going along with it — was it god’s plan? he doesn’t know. all he knows is that it began to unravel when you recently moved into his humble home, though it all seems like some erotic coincidence.

mike hated laundry duties. he’s always done them himself, sluggishly tossing a mixture of dirty clothes while abby plays with the cheap detergent and the sweetening softener. half that time he’s at the verge of toppling over the washer because a good night’s sleep seemed to be his enemy. now with you around, he found himself peacefully lounging on the couch cushions beside you — admiring your delicate hands folding each garment with precision and neatness he couldn’t emulate.

night shifts were less stressful. mike would find his security vest freshly ironed and laid perfectly over his bed. his nightly meal was already packed in his work bag, containers of his favorite food tucked in a orderly stack. you would be at the front door, peppering kisses all over his face while saying your hushed goodbyes — giving him a natural energy booster. despite working gruesome hours and the paranormal nature of the abandoned children’s pizzeria making him rethink all his life choices, mike was thankful you’ve put so much effort into taking care of him.

the office was eerie, darkened and covered in disheveled merchandise. the white noise from the bulky monitors began to irritate him. he could never seem to stay awake, despite the wavering feeling of death — other pairs of eyes stalking his movements, although mike convinced himself it was just all in his head. but restlessness weighed heavier than the feeling of danger, so he decided to steal in a few hours of sleep. tucking his hand in his pocket, the cassette tape he brought felt weird, like thin fabric? mike tugs out the foreign object in curiosity and immediately sputters in embarrassment.

it was your underwear. wrinkled from being confide by his jean pocket — seemingly lost when it was tussled in the dryer. mike was no stranger to seeing you in underwear, but he’s never held them before. damn, it was cute. made with white lace and silk fabric, a pretty little bow hemmed on the waistband. his first instinct would be to put it aside and give it to you probably in the next five hours. but then there were lingering thoughts, not-so-innocent ones.

mike halfheartedly folds the intimate garment until he stares at it for more than a few seconds — so pretty, just like you. he’s imagining you wearing it, how it wraps around your plush waist, how it looks when you bend down. ever so slowly, mike brings it to his face. the silky material felt gentle on his skin, perfumed with floral detergent that you picked out. he pressed it harder on his face, desperately taking in any remnants of your natural scent — even when he knew that wouldn’t be the case. but mike still blindly smelt you, like how would when you’re spread apart in front of him — those quiet nights. his face was completely submerged in the fabric, every audible sniff made him feel a little shameful, but he couldn’t help himself. your heady scent kept him awake that shift.

it was morning, the night shift only hours past him. mike huffs a curse when he guiltily pinches at the hem of your underwear — tainted with his own seed. his face grows hot at his unusual pastime. did he really jerk off with your underwear? in the middle of his job? mike knew he was pathetic, but he didn’t know he could even stoop that low. what’s done is done, he thinks. nervously fiddling with the lock, the sudden sound of a whirling car engine made the keys in his sweaty grasp collapse to the ground. it was a cop car and that really only meant one person.

the tinted windows slid down, a peek of blonde hair made him stumble just a bit.

“hey mike, the shift okay?” vanessa asked with a small smile — blue eyes watching him carefully.

with your underwear still in his grasp, mike suspiciously tucks it in his pocket as he feigns a cough — hoping that could draw away attention from it. he shrugs with attempted composure, keeping his slightly sticky hands deep in his pockets.

“yeah, didn’t sleep this time.” mike was honest, but not too honest.

vanessa squints her eyes, the nervous tone in his voice setting off alarms. it didn’t help that she saw some weird object in his hand, how much more messy his curls were, a weirdly placed lace print marking his flushed face, or the white stains that blotched against his unzipped jeans. actually, she knows exactly what’s going on, but she’ll spare herself from having such an awkward exchange.

at least he hasn’t figured it out yet.

“that’s good, make it back home safe.” vanessa disregards the relieved exhale from mike, quietly amused at the fact that he really thought he was even subtle in his nightly activity.

“thanks, i will.” mike waves as he watches the car drive away, zipping up the fly of jeans with one hand.

that was two days ago. he’s never really told you what happened out of guilt. your soiled underwear was immediately washed twice and dried when he got back home, right before you could even greet him from the kitchen — wafting with the hungering scent of buttery pancakes and sizzling bacon. he even tried to fold it the same way you did to draw away your keen eyes.

it was funny enough that the next day, a blurry photo of your nude body was planted in the folds of his leather wallet. he was lucky to fish it out at a secluded gas station rather than a grocery store. mike stared at the photo for a while, completely enamored by your misted curves and the hazy, lustrous gaze at the camera. of course he saved the photo, tucking it back in his wallet as he patted down the hardened tent on his pants.

then his night shift came along. though, it was much worse. the time looping nightmare kept him shaken, pints of sweat falling from his brow bone. it felt like he was mindlessly holding his breath, choking himself in his own sleep. the jagged cut on his arm bled, stinging with every shallow movement — a deep slash that managed to cut through the thick fabric of his jacket. mike has no idea how he got it, but he didn’t care enough to figure it out, at least for now. it was bandaged rather poorly, done with a trembling hand and limited knowledge of medical attention. all his muddled brain could process right now was the directions back to his home and the desperate feeling to be splayed on his warm bed.

he was an hour late when he got back home, nearly collapsing into a permanent sleep once he sat on the driver’s seat. it was a miracle that he made it back home — with the road being a complete blur and the traffic lights floating behind his eyelids. abby was at school around this time and you were … where were you? despite his worry over your absence, mike promptly darted towards his room — hoping that he could soothe the sores penetrated deep into his muscles, to keep his mind away from the smell of rot that haunted him in his familiar dream.

flinging open the door, mike senselessly tosses his work bag towards the side — bumping into the legs of his littered nightstand with a loud bang. he falls face first on his bed, a comforting warmth instantly washing over his aching body. it felt so soft, much more different than sitting on a hard, freezing chair for hours on end.

“mike?” your soft voice ringed in his ears, you were here.

“hey baby, i’m sorry. i’m tired … really tired.” mike apologetically mumbles, knowing his absence must’ve been unusual — maybe the crash from his bag startled you so early in the morning.

“m – mike.” your voice was much more pitched, you probably didn’t hear him.

the second his mouth fell open, a soft whimper escaped your lips — the magazine you were once browsing through was thrown to the side as your grip on the sheets were tight. mike blinked in confusion, but then he suddenly smelled it. your dripping arousal, his nose buried so deep into the source. from the moment he laid on the bed, he must’ve accidentally fallen his face between your legs without even realizing. was he that tired? why does this keep on happening? the underwear situation only happened a couple of days ago, the nude photo, and now this? he couldn’t tell if he was lucky or not.

the energy that was initially sucked out of his body rushed back into his veins. your body always kept him awake, even in his most restless days. lifting his head slightly, he peeks at the sight of your adorable pout and your watery gaze that could draw him away from the endless nightmares. it was still so early, everything under the sky was filtered blue, the sun was nestled beneath the morning shadows, the biting cold fighting against the whirling heater. but then again, these opportunities kept on falling on his lap, fantasies that mike never realized he had. it all centered around you, like the universe neatly wrapped you in silky ribbons and made you appear in his grayish moments — all the sexual repression he put himself through this week was somehow rewarded.

maybe he could indulge in this gift, thanking whoever is scattering your intimate belongings in his presence and letting him nuzzle between your legs without even having to open his eyes.

with this new epiphany, mike mouthed over your clothed mound, lapping his tongue on the thin fabric with much enthusiasm. he remembered the texture fairly well, how the silk tingled his skin, the press of cotton threads forming floral designs on his cheeks — it was the same underwear he used to masturbate. but now he was blessed with the source of your slickness, not washed away from artificial scents. his jaw moved in fervor, licking and suckling at the dampening fabric. each desperate groan that fell from his lips vibrated into your core — a rush of heat creating goosebumps all over your skin. your moans sounded so pretty, like a sweet tune. the call of his name echoed the empty halls when he finally pushed aside the soiled fabric and latched his mouth eagerly onto your soaked pussy.

something new seemed to happen everyday, all these freakish manifestations of his perverted fantasies.

mike couldn’t wait for what’s next to come.

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[rubiehart]

when john b is wanted by the cops, leopard!reader uses her pretty privilege to get the pogues some sustenance in the form of shitty pizza.

the roughed up teens sit in the crowded truck, seats reclined to keep them out of view of any passers-by who were drooling for that reward money. the yellow-ish light coming from the ‘urban slice’ sign illuminated the side walk, casting eerie shadows across the faces of the teens and distorted reflections against the windows.

“does anyone have any more cash to contribute?” clearly irritated, pope tries again, shaking the few coins he has in the palm of his hand, giving expected looks towards everyone. the silence was all the evidence he needed and he lets out a long sigh.

“dude, i’m so hungry i could eat my own arm.” jj pipes up, throwing his head back against the seat and flopping his arm around for empasis. the girl with her head on his lap gives him a sideways look, teeth crunching down loudly on the hard candy, completely unamused by his antics.

“only time i’ll agree with jj.” kiara adds from the driver’s seat, throwing an arm over her eyes and groaning. jj scoffs. “how much you got pope?” the second girl asks, sitting up from her laying position against jj and eyeing up pope expectedly. “uh-“ he starts, jingling the coins around between his palms to count. “79 cents.” he almost winces, eyes flitting to the girls face as she throws herself back against the leather seat with a groan. “great.”

“will you all shut up, for even five seconds? please.” john b asks with his eyebrows furrowed, turning his body to face the three in the backseat, eyes trained specifically on the girl with a short temper. “acting like i can’t hear your stomach rumbling from here.” she quips back, arms crossed over her chest, an equally unamused expression on her face.

huffing impatiently, she takes one last glance at her unhelpful friends, reaching over pope to pull the handle of the door. “since none of you losers wanna help-“ she starts, climbing over pope’s stunned body and jumping down onto the pavement, her sneakers smacking the concrete. “i’ll just do this myself.”

“um- i know i’m not the plan guy but i’m not really seein’ how this is workin’ out.” john b adds from the front seat, eyeing her suspiciously through the dirty window and she rolls her eyes, a little grin gracing her lips, teeth glinting in the shifty light.

“i got this. ‘kay?” she directs the questions at everyone, but her eyes are still trained on john b’s, blinking slowly as his eyes widen ever so slightly, his whole attitude seemingly changing. “uh- yeah whatever, be safe n’ stuff.” he nods, ignoring jj’s teasing from the backseat.

she gives everyone a once over, returning kiara’s supportive thumbs up with sticking her tongue out, slamming the car door and starting towards the borderline abandoned pizzeria.

she pushes open the door, big smile on her face directed to the only person behind the counter, a boy about her age, his cheeks noticeably redden as he looks her over, he hesitantly returns a little smile as she shoves her hands into the back pockets of her shorts, back arched a little and tits pushed forward as she eyes up the menu overhead.

her eyes are big and innocent as she blinks slowly at the menu, eyes flitting to his once she’d decided. “could i please get a large pizza, deep dish.“ she starts, eyes trained on him intently as he nods, stabbing nervously at the shitty screen, attempting to take her order.

“um- what toppings?” he hiccups out, her eyes widen a little and she pouts her lips a little, looking to the side as if she was thinking. “hmm..” she mumbles, bouncing on her heels a little, boobs practically in his face as she reels of her incessant list of toppings.

“cool. uh- will that be all?” he asks, scratching behind his ear awkwardly as he tries to keep his eyes on her face. “mhm. and a strawberry milkshake, extra whipped cream.” she smiles, rapping her nails against the chipped marble counter, tips of his ears reddening as he processes the order and quickly scurries into the back without another word.

she smirks to herself, pulling out her phone and swiping onto whatever app to pass the time, elbows leaning against the counter as the guy sneaks glances at her whilst sprinkling olives onto her pizza.

sliding her order across the counter to her. “that’ll be $12.95.” he nods, and she smiles, a little too confidently for someone who currently doesn’t even have a cent to her name. “for sure.”

she reaches into her bra, purposely making a show of dipping hem of her tank down to show the lace of her bra. “oh shoot.” she whispers, theatrically patting down the rest of her pockets and sighing when she expectedly finds nothing, concealing her smirk at the way his gaze followed her hands, shamlessly taking up and down her body as she pouted.

“i must’ve forgot my purse..” she mumbles, throwing one hand down at her side, giving her best puppy eyes to the scrawny boy and he goes red, something that seemed to be routine for him. “uh, y’know what, it’s on the house. closing up this shit hole in half an hour or so anyways-“ he coughs up the excuse, clearly a lie but she was thankful anyway.

“really?” she smiles, canines gleaming as she picks up the pizza box, milkshake in the other hand, wrapping her lips around the shitty paper straw and taking an overly suggestive sip, eyes closed and fluttering as she lets out a pleasured noise.

“that’s really good.” she smiles, he’s bright red by this point and she’s feeling a little bad, although she does take pride in making perverted men uncomfortable, he seemed sweet so she left it at that. “see ya!” she turns on her heel, waving behind her as the little bell above the door chimes to signal her exit, sneakers tapping against the concrete as she slides open the truck door again, the smell of freshly baked pizza filling the senses of the starved teens.

“someone order a pizza?”

[putterpen]

@vespasoulchanger

Yeeeeah. The other picture. I saw two bears across two entirely different game franchises and went "Lol wouldn't it be funny if they were related?" to nobody but myself. I'm sure Bobby and Freddy are offended by my specism. Then I started to take the silly idea kinda seriously? Then over thought it. I did base Bobby's pizza uniform on the FNAF movie costume.

So yeah Freddy Fazbear is Bobby's dad in my AU. Freddy Bonafazio is his real name. People usually shorten their last name to 'Fazio which eventually turned into Fazbear. Its a local thing.

I'm being bad and only focusing on one parent (Like Scott Cawthon) Fred is the owner of a humble pizzeria on the island known as Teddy Paw Cay. A successful partnership with Play Co. allowed him to sell their their toys as prizes. He comes from a long line of roboticists and designed his own mascots and animatronics, some of which are even produced at Play Co.

Bobby loves her dad and she means the world to him. Freddy has dedicated his life to the entertainment and happiness of children as Bobby's love for him and her friends gives him seemingly endless inspiration. But one strange day the magical toy factory in the valley was closed down and abandoned, seemingly overnight.

Without the toy factory, Freddy struck out to find a new business partner on the mainland. A very laid back raccoon-dog type lad with a hand in many businesses. He's kind of mysterious yet friendly! Although Bobby realizes later on that her father began to change in some ways after their partnership began.

Unfortunately this partnership meant Bobby had to move away from the island. Alone and without friends, she was immediately smitten with one of Nook's nephews though her feelings were not reciprocated. He eventually warms up to her and her strong cuddly warm bear hugs even if he doesn't want to show it out right.

Note: Tim's comment is from their first meeting and Bobby's first time on the mainland. An attempt to streamline the "canon" Smiling Critters with my AU where everyone wears clothes. So one day in every little critter's life, they wake up and realize: "Hey clothes are cool. I wanna try some on!" Before then, little critters usually scurry around wild and fancy free, even running around on all fours sometimes, basically showing more animal like behavior, in very cute ways. As they grow up they start acting more like "people" and there are shops dedicated to little critters trying on an array of outfits. Discovering themselves and their tastes. Tim thinks he is "all that" and wouldn't be caught dead with no clothes, Bobby just hasn't gotten around to that yet.

Also experimenting with a possible eye style with Bobby.

[send-me-a-puffalope]

@hearts4ggy ever since your one doodle about Michael and Vanessa as kids,,, I cant stop thinking about that AU. It’s such a satisfying mixture of the story of the games and the movies GAHHHHH

Michael is the oldest Afton kid, Vanessa is either his twin or a little younger, and Evan is the youngest. Mike and Vanny are partners in crime as teens, though Michael is more hotheaded and a troublemaker while Vanessa is meeker and tends to get dragged into his pranks. Cue the Bite of 83’, with Michael in the fox mask and Vanessa in the rabbit mask (I was thinking smth like this rather than her iconic Vanny mask to match Michael’s a little better)

The death of Evan causes them to drift apart, the final catalyst being the MCI. Michael and Vanessa witness it a la FNAF movie lore. Both are horrified but Michael chooses to run away while Vanessa stays, in fear of being their father’s next victim if she fails to get away. She never escapes from under William’s thumb.

I haven’t fully thought through the middle section but generally, the idea is that Freddy’s shuts down and years pass. William and Vanessa almost seem to disappear off the face of the planet, Michael seemingly the only one able to escape the gravity that was the MCI tragedy. but almost a decade later, people have been going missing around the abandoned Freddy’s again and Michael (who never really got over what happened) suspects that William is back.

Michael goes to investigate only to find himself face to face with, not William, but Vanessa. His shy younger sister. Only now she has a lot more blood on her hands.

Smth smth the fox and the rabbit switching roles right??? I love FNAF’s reverse food chain, it’s so compelling.

I haven’t thought much past this point but I feel like it’s gotta eventually converge into the death of William Afton somehow. There’s not exactly a small child like Abby to be in danger but I can see Michael getting lured back every night by the ghost of Evan like Mike is by Garrett in the movie. Perhaps Michael is able to convince Vanessa that he’s gonna get her out of there. William comes to the pizzeria as Springbonnie cause he finds out Michael is back, Vanessa turns the animatronics against William because they see her as one of them but still gets stabbed.

and there can be like a sweet heartfelt moment of Michael and Vanessa in the hospital and her waking up like “You kept your promise, you got me out.” and Mike being super guilty about her getting hurt and her replying “Well I’m still alive, arent I? That’s all that matters.” and woo peace and love on planet earth. family reunited. until william always comes back or whatever.

90% sure all of this is just nonsense word vomit but that one doodle really just drove the brainrot crazy.

[ominoose]

𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚

Pairing: Jake Lockley x Reader Prompt: Tazer & Haunted House Pizzeria Summary: Your friends dare you to investigate the old, run-down pizzeria known for the old cases of mysterious missing children and it's creepy animatronics before it closed down. WC: 1.6K

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It started with a friend’s dare. They’d seen a tiktok of an urban explorer scuffling around an abandoned pizzaria. There was dust muting the once bright colours, the red booth seats and the rotting animatronics abandoned around. Apparently to them this was the perfect opportunity to invoke a dare upon you, in front of your entire group of friends.

“Dare you to explore the abandoned pizzaria tomorrow night or I’m leaking your A03 history.” 

There really wasn’t anything you could do. 

When the night finally arrived you were stood outside the derelict building, regret coiling in your gut. The formerly neon sign was gone, leaving only a slightly shaded cut out on the dark, moldy walls with the ominous smile of the bear mascot left waving at nothing.

As you inched toward to the building, across the crumbling cement parking lot, a man rounds the side of the building and your heart stutters for a single beat. He’s clad in a simple suit, a thick leather jacket and leather gloves that make him seemingly indifferent to the chilly October night. At his hip, secured next to a flashlight, is a black, bulky taser.

“Lost?” The voice is deep, as if its rumbled and swirled in his chest like a malt whiskey before he speaks. 

 Quickly you shake your head, desperately trying not to look out of place, yet your eyes keep catching the taser at his side.

“Do you use that often?” The words shot out of you before the angel on your shoulder could warn you off, and despite his face remaining stoic, his eyebrow quirk ever so slightly in amusement.

“Only when in I’m in the mood for fun.” There was enough danger laced within that short sentence to ward off any sensible person. The guard gave you a once over, and as the breath caught in your throat you prayed he'd brush you off and go about his business. With a curt nod, he did just that.

You decided tonight you would not be a sensible person. 

The moment he was out of view you bolted as quietly as you could towards the other side of the building, hauling yourself into the first broken window you could see and landing with a huff amongst broken glass and rotted wood. Thankfully you didn't make any noise, managing to suppress a cough after a plum of dust wafted around you from your landing.

Immediately you brought out your phone as a flashlight, having stepped into inky blackness. Turns out the inside of the famous pizzeria was more bland than you’d expected. It was a bare kitchen with only dust, dirty metal counter tops and scraps of tatty uniform littered around. Intent on finding something to make this little excursion worth it you wander deeper into the bowels of the restaurant, peeking into rooms that were bare, showing little evidence of its former glory. 

At the end of a small hallway you stumbled into a back cupboard. Shining the light around, you gasp as your light finds the rotting, rusted bunny animatronic with matted, molding fur and exposed wires. Taking one step in for a closer look, a slow creak from behind captures your attention, but before you can turn you’re shoved to the opposite wall and the door slams shut.

The phone flies from your hand and clatters to the wooden floor, landing with the flashlight side down and leaving you trapped helplessly within the oppressive dark.

“I knew you’d be trouble, hermosa.”

A sudden hand grips your waist firmly, shoving you flush against the wall and keeping you pinned there against a hard, heaving chest. 

“Saw it in your eyes the moment you looked at me. I thought to myself ‘There’s a girl that likes trouble’. And what do you know? I was right, watching you skulking around through the cameras.”

The brooding voice sends tingles of fear and excitement down your spine, your heart barrelling against your chest wondering whether you were in trouble or worse. Regardless of the outcome, as long as the rugged security guard with the deep, accented lilt kept his attention on you, you’d do whatever he said.

“Are you going to arrest me?” If you weren’t already feeling quite shameless, the openly breathless and seductive curl to your voice would’ve had you cringing, but tonight you were happy to throw caution and standards to the wind.

The guard snorts in reply.

“Do I look like a pig to you, quierdo?” He presses himself against you, earning a soft gasp in response, and you can practically feel his smirk when he next speaks.

“No, you are not under arrest, but I can’t let such a naughty girl go unpunished.”

A deep, reverberating buzzing sound cuts the air right next to you, making you jump in fright. You can feel the chuckle reverberate in his chest in response, his thumb rubbing against some exposed skin on your hip.

“Scared, cariño? I thought you were curious about my taser. Have you lost interest?”

The blood drains from your face and your heart thuds even wilder, rushing blood all throughout your body, laced with adrenaline. Despite your limbs aching, twitching to duck past him and run, you let your body speak with lust instead.

With a vague idea of where his face was next to your shoulder, you turn and capture your lips in his, an action he gladly returns. Despite taking the initiative, it is the guard that dominates the searing kiss. It’s filthy and sloppy as he bites your bottom lip and wraps your tongue in his. 

You’re so wrapped up in the mind melting make out session with him that you almost don’t feel the cold metal slowly dragging up your thigh, creasing your clothes as it stops and presses firmly into the back of your hip.

The sensation tugs goosebumps across your skin and you arch into him, grinding against the hard length tenting inside his black trousers and earning a nice, low groan from him. The guard responds with a crushing thrust of his own, bunching the fabric of your jeans against your clit. 

Sparks and searing pain spills across your thigh like liquid fire, the air emptying out from your lung and once again you arch into him, body instinctively trying to escape the sensation.

Before the pain of the taser could dissipate he was on your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. The switch from the hot, sharp pain and the smaller, nipping sensation at your neck was overwhelming, leaving you like putty in his hands.

With your mind still reeling and your body like jelly, the guard spun you, one arm hooked under your stomach keeping you upright against him and snug against his crotch while the other unzipped your jeans, tugging the clothing down impatiently, leaving your ass bare against the cold, stale air.

Face pressed against the cement wall, you were powerless, and happily so. Just one zap of the taser and your body was already giving itself up to him, surrendering itself to his control. It sparked excitement within you, your inner pillow princess squealed with dangerous delight now that your only task was to survive the encounter.

The taser ghosted the skin of your hips again as the sound of clothing being ruffled behind you stopped, and a warm, wet hardness prodded at your entrance. 

Another quick buzz and you cried out, pushing back against him and completely sheathing him inside of you. Once again the pain of the taser was now contrasted with the sudden pain of molding around his cock, leaving you groaning and whining, but not pulling away. It was big, you could feel that much, and it filled you deliciously.

"Dios mios quierdo, maybe I should be asking you if you use tasers often. You're taking it so well." He grunts from behind you, clearly restraining himself 

The praise from him does little to soothe the pain, but it does make your pussy clench around him ever so slightly as your excitement grows. 

After a brief moment of mercy, you're both rutting against each other, huffing and moaning openly beside the old animatronic. The arm hooked under you squeezes against you, winding you for a second before he's snapping his hips against your bare skin, the slapping sound echoing against the walls, intertwined with your shameless noises. 

He growls in your ear, whispering filth and curses, almost animalistic with how ferociously he pounds into you. Even switched off the prongs of the taser dig into you on your upper thigh and the knowledge that at any moment it could come alive and shock you makes you more of a withering mess underneath him, your pussy throbbing with excitement. 

The moment you're close to climax he can feel it, the way you clench around him like a vice, arching your back desperately into him as you brace against the wall. It's so close you can taste it on your tongue, and as his clamps his jaw on your throat, the sudden flash of the taser illuminates the room briefly. 

You scream. It's too much. The electricity slices through your thigh. His teeth break tender skin. An orgasm rocks through your core. It all hits at once, and your mind isn't equipped to process it. 

When your mind clears after god knows how long and your clit is still reeling, overly sensitive against even the air, you realise his knee is between your legs, propping you up to stop you collapsing into a puddle.

A gentle kiss is placed on the broken skin at your throat and you can only hum in acknowledgement, your body feeling like the soul was tazed out of you then fucked back in.

You're barely aware of him putting a jacket around your shoulders, the musk of tobacco and leather surrounds you while cradled in his arms. 

"Let's get you to the security office cariño. It's nearly midnight, and the animatronics won't take kindly to us fucking in front of them."

[kairbun]

[2]"The Forgotten Experiment"

Vanessa Shelly x Hybrid bunny!Fem reader

Description: One rainy night, Y/N is able to escape from the lab where she has been held as a test subject for most of her life. Drenched and alone in the dark and stormy night, she makes a run for it, searching for shelter.

By chance she stumbles upon an abandoned, old building that was once called "Freddy Fazbear's", and takes refuge inside it. There she is found by Officer Vanessa, who soon realizes Y/N is no regular stray, and decides to help her and take her in.

Warning: ?

Dr. Forst smiled slightly at Vanessa, trying to put his emotions aside."Officer Vanessa, I wanted to report my employee missing. She hasn't shown up at work for two days. This has never happened to her."

Vanessa's eyes narrowed as disbelief rose within her. She knew very well how strict the lab's rules were regarding employee attendance. An employee missing for three days and being reported by the general manager of the laboratory is a very rare sight.

Vanessa put on a neutral mask and asked in a measured tone, "And who is this employee you are talking about, Dr. Forst?"

“Her name is Y/N and she works in the medical ward. She is a very productive employee and her absence is very unusual.”

Vanessa paused for a moment, examining Dr. Forst's expression and mannerisms. However, his facial expression and speech revealed nothing more about the situation.

Realizing she wouldn't get any more information from Dr. Forst, Vanessa tried a different approach.

"When was the last time you saw her, Dr. Forst?" she asked.

Dr. Forst's words hung in the air for a moment, as if he was considering whether to give the information Vanessa asked for. But after a moment of hesitation, he finally spoke.

“She left work on Tuesday afternoon and that was the last time I saw her. It was only when I went to work on Monday that I realized she was gone. I tried to contact her by phone, but she didn't answer. "

As Vanessa considered Dr. Forster's words. Something about the story he was telling didn't seem to fit.

"I see," Vanessa said, looked over the principal's shoulder and noticed several people starting to look around the building.

"Has anyone else seen her since Tuesday?" Vanessa asked with a straight face.

He was already nervous and clutched his nostrils

“That's how several employees saw her…” he took a deep breath. "Madam Officer. Please pay attention to her appearance and conduct a search. THIS employee should be in my laboratory as soon as possible, she has IMPORTANT tests with her." He was clearly upset and his words were starting to sound desperate.

“Okay, I'll make a report and inform our staff immediately. In the meantime, please remember to check the lab if our search proves unsuccessful.”

Vanessa replied to Forst with a slight smile. She will have to report to her superiors and in the meantime try to get any information that could help her search for Y/N.

“Thank you for your quick help, Officer Vanessa,” Dr. Foster said with a stern expression. “I trust that our cooperation will ensure Y/N's safe return to the lab as soon as possible.” He replied with an almost invisible smile.

Vanessa returned to her office, determined to file a report on Y/N disappearance. As she entered the office and sat down at her desk, she took a deep breath and tried to think clearly.

As Vanessa worked on her report, she tried to ignore the voice in the back of her head telling her something was off about Y/N disappearance. Maybe Dr. Forster did not tell her something, or maybe she had simply run away and was now in trouble. Either way, Vanessa could feel something was off, but tried to maintain her professionalism as it was not her place to raise accusations against the lab or its employees.

Vanessa looked up at Freddie, noticing he was approaching her with a seemingly confused expression. This was not the first time she had seen him in the office, as she had known him since her time growing up near the pizzeria.

She knew he meant no harm, but she wished to remain focused on her report at the moment.

Feeling a little overwhelmed, she let loose a small sigh and spoke to him in a semi-frustrated tone.

"Freddie, would you mind giving me some time to finish my report?" she asked with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Freddie stared at Vanessa for a few moments, seemingly thinking about her response. Vanessa had known him for long enough to understand the way he communicated. She could tell that he was trying to convey something to her.

Frustrated, Vanessa tried her best to ignore him and continue writing her report. But as she continued to hear his metal footsteps approaching and staring at her, Vanessa quickly realized that there was something more at play here.

Vanessa sighed once more and decided to hear Freddie out.

"Freddie, what is it you want?" she asked, trying to stay patient.

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Sensation; Chapter 6

Haunted

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A Springtrap x OC fanfic

Word Count; 2,332

[content warning for depictions of violence, non-graphic]

Springtrap laid in our bed, pinned under my sleeping body for at least an hour now. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t exhausted. What if he had another nightmare?

The thought kept his mind racing, making him fight off sleep a little longer. It was so hard, my bed was much more comfortable than the disgusting floor of that abandoned pizzeria, not to mention the pleasant warmth of my body cuddled against his.

It was making him uncomfortable. I looked so fragile- so soft, pliable under his rough grip...

Springtrap realizes that he’s holding my shoulders tightly, immediately letting go and dropping his hands to his sides. How long had he been doing that?

Thank god that didn’t wake him, he thought. I don’t know how I’d explain myself.

He’d say he’s a killer. A monster. That’s how he could explain it.

He huffs, closing his eyes. He was fighting a war of attrition, and slowly beginning to lose. Even with his thoughts racing at a million miles a minute, he felt sleep start to take him once again.

Springtrap opened his eyes, in that familiar room once again.

He realizes how terrible it smells in here.

He hadn’t thought about that smell until he stepped into my home, greeted by the pleasant smell of cinnamon scented candles.

He can hear the sounds of a party on the other side of the wall.

A door opens. A door that hadn’t been there before. There’s a silhouette of a person, their shadow cast over his crumpled body.

The light behind them was blinding.

His breathing is labored, he didn’t need to breathe- but his chest feels like it’s collapsing, like he was drowning in his own blood again.

Something about this person’s outline was familiar. It was bringing out forgotten urges- his hands clenched into fists, he slowly rose to his feet.

He can’t stop himself.

He shambles toward the figure, the only feature he can distinguish is a warm smile, seemingly directed at him.

He recognizes it. His hands shake.

He lurches forward suddenly, a sick sense of satisfaction washing over him as his gloved hands wrapped around the shadow’s throat- he hated how much he enjoyed the sounds of his victim getting the life choked from them.

He’d longed to hear it again, just one last time.

No, that’s horrible. He couldn’t want that.

He squeezes harder.

He needed it.

The lights in the room flicker on. His hands lose their grip, his entire body freezing.

He trembled. He knew who he’d been strangling now.

Hawk?

His eyes snap open.

The choking doesn’t stop.

Springtrap looks down, realizing where his hands are. I had been sitting over him, likely having woken up before him.

His hands were wound tight around my throat, squeezing with a specific intent.

He releases me, his eyes wide with panic. His body is trembling, shaking his head slowly as he looks down at his hands. He instinctively sits up, trying to put his hands on me.

“Hawk! Oh my god! I’m so- I’m so sorry!”

Springtrap’s voice is so loud in my ears. My throat aches so badly, I was lucky he didn’t crush my esophagus. I cough and sputter, hands on my bruised neck.

I’d crawled away from him the moment he’d let go of my neck, tears spilling down my face as I stared at him, disbelieving.

I knew it had been because of a dream. That didn’t change the fact that he’d nearly killed me.

I choke a little, feeling sick to my stomach. I can’t reply to him, waves of a memory hit my mind like a tsunami, one I had hoped I could forget.

A knife glinting in the dark. Dangerously close to my neck- too weak to fight back, only managing to slip away by the skin of my teeth.

I shiver. The feeling of snow stinging my bare feet lingering in the back of my mind.

The screaming. The sirens.

He’s still trying to apologize to me. He’s only getting louder. I cover my eyes, shaking my head and pointing at my bedroom door.

“Get. Out.”

“H-Ha-... Hawk?”

“Get out of here! Just- go to the living room...!”

I can’t face him, holding my arms and curling into myself. I feel bad for yelling at him- I’m sure he genuinely didn’t mean for that to happen, but that was little comfort to me right now.

Springtrap is shocked into silence. I’d only been kind and understanding with him up to this point, and he’d clearly pushed me too far.

He nods slowly, silently walking out of the bedroom. I shut the door behind him, breathing heavily as I begin to break down.

I hadn’t felt like that in so long. Seeing my life flash before my eyes, the genuine threat of losing my life forced into my face, and I had no way to stop it.

I shudder.

I could’ve been killed if he didn’t wake up in time.

Hot tears fall down my cheeks, it stings a bit- not as badly as my neck. I can’t help but cough again, he didn’t do serious damage, but it still feels like I’m being choked.

I flop over against the covers, wiping my face futilely. More tears flooded out, I can’t stop the sobs that force themselves from my throat.

Why did that even happen? I knew he’d had a nightmare earlier- but... most people don’t just strangle somebody with murderous intent in their sleep.

Well... Springtrap wasn’t most people. Perhaps I shouldn't be so hard on him.

I don’t know what to do. He didn’t try to finish me off when he woke up- he seemed... genuinely apologetic. I feel bad for snapping at him, but given the circumstances I’d hoped I could be forgiven.

I’d slept better on his chest than I had in several months by myself, but what if this happened again?

What if he didn’t stop next time?

These thoughts were eating away at me. What if I had been wrong about him?

No. There’s no way... those soft eyes, the gentle way he spoke to me...

And that moment in the kitchen, when he’d startled me. Whatever he was before, he seemed to be trying to become better now.

A heartless killer wouldn’t look at me the way he did when he realized what he was doing- sheer terror plainly displayed on his face.

I wouldn’t be surprised if we had the same expression during that moment.

I didn’t want to make excuses for him, I’m sure he could explain everything when I talk to him.

I just... need a minute. I still feel my hands trembling, my neck was definitely going to be bruised for a few days.

What’s worse is that if he didn’t nearly choke the life out of me, I... feel as though I would’ve enjoyed it. It feels weird to even think about- but, is it really?

I wish I wasn’t so conflicted. I had to talk to him about this... I hoped this wouldn’t become a nightly occurrence.

Springtrap was sitting on the couch, staring down at his hands. He was still trembling, he couldn’t believe what he’d done.

His nightmare was haunting him still, knowing that those feelings weren’t true to how he really felt now-

His feelings were different from his actions.

He had almost strangled me to death.

Springtrap knew now that he needed to come clean, his conscience weighing on him heavily. He didn’t want to be the person he was before the incident. Regardless, it was impacting his life now, and he’d decided that I had a right to know about it.

The thought of confessing was horrifying. I hadn’t judged him at first, but what about now?

He knew I was being cagey about physical contact, and though he didn’t want to pry, he could tell I didn’t exactly have the easiest go at life either.

Springtrap sat there, twitching and trembling, unable to pry his unblinking eyes from the bedroom door.

His ears perked up, he heard a noise. He listened closer.

It was nothing. He was just imagining it, anxiously waiting for me to open that door. He hoped I’d have some sense and tell him to get out.

Springtrap’s breathing became labored, closing his eyes as he thought about what to do.

Should I try to comfort him? He asked himself, glaring down at his shaking hands. No. I’d just make things worse. He’s probably terrified of me...

Should he leave? His eyes narrowed, sighing heavily.

He couldn’t force himself to do that. If I’d decided to kick him out- he supposed that was for the best... but, he couldn’t make himself leave now.

Springtrap looks up as the bedroom door clicks open, staying silent as I approach him. I’d regained my composure for the most part, sitting a small ways away from him.

I felt bad about it. Self sacrificing as always- but I needed to force a boundary.

“What just happened, Springtrap?”

My question cuts through the silence that’d fallen over the house. Springtrap can’t bring himself to look at me, ashamed of what had happened.

“I... I had another nightmare. I’m so sorry for what happened- I... I would never do that to you if... well...”

He sighs, trailing off. That obviously wasn’t all he had to say. He knew he had just choked me, but it was something he’d never even think of doing while he was awake and in control of himself.

He knew that was no excuse. He had no doubts about that.

“I need to confess something to you, Hawk. I apologize I didn’t tell you before...”

“I’m listening.”

He pauses, unsure of himself. I can see how conflicted he is and... well. He looks terrified of me, unable to make eye contact.

“Hawk... before I became... well, like this,” He motions toward his body, finally looking me in the eye. “I was a terrible person. A monster, a murderer.”

Springtrap sees the shock in my eyes when he tells me this. It... fades quicker than he would have expected.

It concerned him a little.

“And what about now? What do you want to be now, William?”

Springtrap looks away from me again. Did I just not care? He was worried about that. Was I just accepting him without a second thought? He had no idea what was going on in my mind.

He meets my gaze, that earnest look on his face again as he speaks up once more.

“I... don’t want to be that person anymore, Hawk. I want to be better.”

I nod, acknowledging him. I look down at my hands, my throat tight as I consider what I should do.

If this happens again, I might not be as lucky. I need to be more careful when waking him up- I did try to gently shake him awake when he’d grabbed me. He was making noises and his hands had been twitching intensely, I thought I’d be doing him a favor by waking him from a nightmare...

I couldn’t shake the feeling that initial confession wasn’t the only thing he was holding back.

“What happened in your nightmares?”

Springtrap visibly tenses. He clearly doesn’t want to tell me.

“I... was back in that room. Both times, you were there with me. The... the first time, I had a knife- and... I’m sure you know what happened.”

He feels terrible just saying it out loud. It was like an intrusive thought morphed into a full-fledged dream, it felt so real.

“The second time... I didn’t know it was you. Or... I don’t think I did.” He sighs, holding his face. “I was strangling you. It... it felt so real. I suppose I know why. I’m... still very sorry.”

He finally manages to work up the courage to look at my neck, seeing how red it was already...

“I don’t want this to happen again. I... needed to tell you. You deserved to know.”

I stay silent for a bit, nodding quietly. I look down at my hands, thinking about how to handle this.

“I... forgive you. I don’t believe your nightmares define who you are.”

I knew how it felt to be judged for such things. I was plagued with nightmares as well, terrible things happening in them that I’d never consider doing while conscious.

“I know you didn’t mean to do it. But...”

Springtrap tenses, not knowing what to expect out of my mouth next. He couldn’t tell what I was feeling from the expression on my face.

“As bad as it would make me feel- if something like this happens again, I don’t think we’ll be sharing the bed...”

“You’d... still let me sleep in your bed?”

I smile at him. I wasn’t unsure anymore- he was trying. He was trying his hardest, and doing remarkably well given the circumstances. I just hoped that this wouldn’t happen again...

“Yeah. It’s our bed.”

Springtrap’s head was spinning. He couldn’t believe I had forgiven him, and that I would even consider letting him sleep near me.

He felt an immense weight lift off of his shoulders, many of his anxieties quelled by our talk. He was so relieved that I was willing to hear him out, and... well, didn’t judge him outright.

It obviously wasn’t the best judgment call. He was aware that I likely knew that too, but if I thought he was worthy of a second chance, then he wouldn’t deny it.

He wanted to try. He... had something to care about again.

It was comforting. Yesterday, the thought had scared him immensely. But now?

He looks at me, seeing that warm smile on my face again. He feels immense guilt over what happened, but I’d already forgiven him. It didn’t stop the feeling, but at least I was alright...

He wouldn’t let it happen again. He was going to be better this time.

Next Chapter ->

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Gunshot (DSAF Fanfic)

(Disclaimer: I’ve not been doing great lately with keeping up with my fics, and I’m sorry this has taken so long because of that. There will hopefully be a mass upload soon. 

Also, I’m not a doctor so I don’t know exactly how this stuff works bare with me. I’m just a weirdo who likes DSAF, creative writing, and the occasional nice spot of gore. I did look at an article on first aid for this particular type of wound to keep it somewhat accurate, but it may be a little off. Feel free to murder me in the comments for my medical malpractice.)

It was a relatively normal day at the Fazbender’s pizzeria, although it didn’t feel that way. All day it had felt like something was off, like something bad was going to happen.

Everyone had felt it, even Matt seemed slightly uncomfortable, his smile less pronounced than usual. Which honestly was an improvement but it was still creepy.

Jack and Dave had spent most of the day hiding in the Saferoom playing Uno.

Of course phoney comes in to yell at them from time to time, but they just ignore him.

The two men were enjoying this day despite the sinister aura, of course they were, they were in the Saferoom which had a very particular lack of Matt.

Eventually the fun had to come to an end however, when Dave did something that he never could have known was anything but harmless; he complained about being hungry.

Jack had brought food today (that had been the deal, he brought food, Dave brought Uno), but they had long since run out. 

Initially Jack ignored Dave’s complaints as they didn’t have to wait much longer until their job was over and they could go home, but he wouldn’t stop. 

Eventually Jack accepted defeat and ordered a pizza (yes they were in a pizzeria, but even with both of them being nigh unkillable zombies they weren’t willing to risk consumption of the toxic waste Freddy’s tried to pass off as pizza.)

“When is it gonna get here! I’m dying!” Dave whines, “You’re looking more appetizing by the minute. If it’s not here soon we’re finally going to find out if you’re an orange or a tangerine.”

“Relax Aubergine, it’ll be here in 5 minutes, company guarantee. Also if you try it I’ll tase you.”

“I’ll eat your taser. I’ve done it before.”

“Pah! Empty threats I’d tase you till you fucking exploded.” Jack says, taking out the taser in question and activating it as a sort of threat. 

Dave was unperturbed, simply snatching the taser, and with a smug face, swallowing it whole, the object making for a strange outline travelling down his giraffe-like neck.

Jack’s face was one of fear, astonishment, slight arousal and annoyance.

“We were talking for about 5 minutes Sportsy, better go get that pizza~” Dave says, with a wide smile across his purple face.

Jack just sits there for a moment, staring blankly, Dave acting as if he didn’t eat a taser. Eventually he silently stands up and basically runs out of the room.

Dave lays back in his place (he had brought a pillow in, stolen from Jack’s house of course, so he wouldn’t have to lay on the filthy floor.)

A few minutes later he hears a gunshot. 

Dave just rolls his eyes, he doesn’t care if someone got shot.

He does however care that 12 minutes later his Sportsy isn’t back.

Suspecting that Jack had been caught by Phoney or abandoned him Dave stands up and for the first time that day, leaves the room.

It doesn’t take long to find Jack.

The orange man is laying in a pool of his own blood with a clear bullet wound visible on his chest staining his uniform a horrible crimson, the wall behind him has an indent in it for where the bullet impacted, seemingly having gone the whole way through. Fortunately the wound is on the right side so it didn’t hit Jack’s heart. Unfortunately it seems to have fully punctured his right lung as Jack now lays on the ground breathing shallow, and his frantic movements slowing.

He’s alive. Barely. And whoever did this got away.

Dave rushes to Jack’s side and grabs his shoulders. “HOLY FUCK OLD SPORT ARE YOU OK?!?”

Jack looks like he wants to say something but can’t. Probably because he’s now drowning in his own blood and that makes talking slightly difficult.

Dave has absolutely not dealt with something like this before. Sure he’s been shot, he recalls dying that way once, although he could be wrong because he was pretty high at the time he thinks it may have happened.

However being shot doesn’t exactly teach one what to do when someone else is shot. Especially when you either died from it and used borderline magic to shake it off, or happened to have a surgeon father figure who unfortunately for this situation never explained how to do any of this. Well Dave wasn’t exactly sure Henry was a surgeon, but he did say he was a doctor and had spoken about doing them before.

Although Dave mostly saw him as one because of a strangely vivid dream he had of waking up on an operation table with his chest open, his heart in Henry’s hand and when he panicked Henry injecting him with something that ended the dream.

Back to the matter at hand, Dave had absolutely no idea how to help Jack at all. Although at the very least he knew he couldn’t help him here and thus decided to pick up a barely conscious Jack and carry him back to the Saferoom.

Dave propped Jack up on the pillow he had brought.

Fortunately sitting up was exactly what Jack needed because now that he was no longer on his back he could let the blood escape his mouth.

The tangerine broke into a violent coughing fit as Dave watched in horror, and then, as if he had done it before, he shakily reached up to his mouth and shoved his fingers to the back of it, activating his gag reflex and prompting him to puke up massive amounts of blood on the floor.

“S-sport…” Dave manages to stutter out, most definitely not having expected Jack to do that.

“I’m pretty much immortal so I should be able to survive this.-“ Jack says between heavy coughing. There’s a strange hissing sound coming from his bullet wound. “Without treatment probably. I’ll… I’ll still probably need you to… help… so I don’t die now.” Jack’s voice is fading as he collapses on his side, breathing heavily.

Dave sits him back up again and Jack immediately repeats the same process as earlier, puking up the blood filling his lungs.

“How can I help ya?” Dave says, uncomfortable with seeing Jack in such a pathetic condition.

“…cover… holes…” Jack manages to choke out, visibly getting weaker.

Dave stands up, scanning around the room for something to cover up the bullet wounds with.

His eyes land on a roll of duck tape. He snatches the tape off the table and presents it to Jack. “Will this do Old Sport?”

“…yeah… just… shirt… off…” Jack seems to be fading faster by the minute. Jack is ALMOST immortal, but not quite. He’s still quite killable but can survive more. If Dave doesn’t act soon he’ll really be gone. Dave isn’t sure what he’d do in a world devoid of Sportsy, they’d been together so long that having him die on him… no it’s best not to think about the worst case scenario. Jack WILL survive. 

Dave strips off Jack’s shirt, noticing the blood around the wound foaming. He wipes it aside with his sleeve then starts to apply the duck tape over the bullet wounds, adding probably far more tape than he needed.

Jack hacks up a little more blood and then lays back, breathing deeply. 

“That was a fucking close one.” Dave comments. 

“I’ll say.” Jack says flatly, still recovering. “Is this my pillow that went missing?”

“…no.”

“Sure it’s not. Stop breaking into my house.

“I don’t want to~” Dave purrs. “The fuck happened anyway how did you get shot?”

“It was the Candy the cat fucker. He broke in again and I didn’t have my taser on me because SOMEONE ate it, so I couldn’t stop him. He shot me, and then bolted. I don’t think he realized the gravity of what he was doing until then.”

“Sorry Sportsy…”

“For what? You just saved my miserable life. Ok maybe I don’t like the fact that I’m alive upon further consideration but I doubt I’d prefer being dead.”

“If I hadn’t eaten your taser none of this would have happened.”

“Yeah well it was honestly pretty funny and it’s more of a mild inconvenience once the bullet wounds are covered.” Jack shrugs, before wincing in pain.

“Still…” 

“I promise you I’m not mad. You’re forgiven. You just need to buy me a new taser.”

“Well if you’re happy I’m happy. You still haven’t gotten me food. I’m not a patient man, Old Sport.”

“I don’t want to stay here any longer than I have to…”

“Good then we can pick up some MacDongalds on the drive to your apartment.”

“…I take it that that’s your special way of inviting yourself to my home again?”

“Oh absolutely. I’ll never give up an opportunity to go home with my Old Sport, plus, you clearly can’t drive right now, and my home situation is… not one. I got evicted last week because all Fazbender’s pays is tokens and you shockingly can’t pay your rent in tokens.”

“Sure you can if you get a good landlord.”

“…Say Sportsy does that apartment building of yours have any places for sale?”

“Nope, looks like your stuck in the dumpsters Aubergine man.”

“):”

“Oh don’t be like that…”

“))))):”

“Fine you can stay in my apartment until you can get your own.”

“:D”

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The two didn’t talk much on the drive to Jack’s apartment. They didn’t need to. Jack was resting, still shirtless, which Dave definitely didn’t mind- wait no, gay thoughts bad. Not right now. They both knew Dave wouldn’t need any directions to get to the apartment.

They stopped at McChungis where Jack ordered nothing but a small burger smothered in horseradish, and Dave ordered a truly unholy amount of fries and milkshakes. (McDangDangDanglds accepts fazcoin!)

Once they reached the apartment building and parked, Dave helped Jack limp up to the elevator, where they terrified a young woman with a child with both their mannerisms and Jack’s bullet wound.

They eventually get to Jack’s floor and find his room after some trial and error (Jack didn’t remember his room because it was a somewhat new place, he was running on adrenaline, and he was tired. Fortunately but creepily, Dave did.)

Once they get into the apartment, Jack sits down.

“So, what should we do now Spo-“ Dave is interrupted by the sound of Jack loudly snoring, now curled up on the couch.

Dave picks Jack up bridal style and brings him to his room, laying him down gently. 

Just as he’s about to walk away Jack pulls him back instinctively. Dave decides he’s tired anyway and he’s always up for anything that puts him closer to Jack, so he lays down beside him.

“I love you.” Dave mutters under his breath before falling asleep.

“I love you too…” Jack replies, it’s hard to say if he were awake or not.

(Note: Again, sincere apologies for this taking 100 years to make, please do give Reqs I’m just slow but I will get to them.

Well anyway I hope you enjoyed your Ouija brand Davesport with a side or bullet wounds!)

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Five Nights at Freddy’s is a horror movie without suspense. There is a moment over an hour into Five Nights at Freddy’s in which Mike Schmidt (Josh Hutcherson), the new nightwatchman supervising the abandoned and dilapidated family restaurant Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, wakes up to discover that his younger sister Abby (Piper Rubio) has left the office. He hears screams coming from the dining area. He rushes out to save his sibling, and finds her surrounded by the restaurant’s animatronic animal characters, who have seemingly come to life. Now, this should be terrifying. It is a combination of images and ideas that at once riffs on the familiar horror trope of childish imagery turned monstrous and which is unsettlingly absurd. Certainly, nothing in Mike’s life has prepared him for the possibility that he might one day be charged with acting as a security guard at an old pizzeria populated by killer robots, let alone the revelation that those killer robots are controlled by the ghosts of murdered children. However, Mike reacts to all this with what might be charitably described as “dull surprise.” To be fair, at least some of this is performance. Whatever strengths Hutcherson possesses as an actor, he has never been especially expressive. His breakout role was in the Hunger Games franchise, where he served as a romantic foil to Liam Hemsworth. The most unbelievable scene in Five Nights at Freddy’s is when Vanessa (Elizabeth Lail), a local police officer, notes that Mike’s pulse is racing. That said, there is a sense in which the movie is aware of this and actively plays into it. Mike spends a not-insignificant portion of Five Nights at Freddy’s taking sleeping pills, which feels like a commentary on the movie’s lethargic pacing. The movie treats these killer animatronics in a very matter-of-fact way. It’s revealed quite early on that Vanessa has known about them for a while. Over breakfast the following morning, Mike asks, “Are they ghosts?” Abby replies, nonchalantly, “Of course.” Horror movies are typically about suspense and build-up. The title of Five Nights at Freddy’s suggests a countdown. What happens on the first four nights? How does the tension mount? What does Mike experience and how does he rationalize it as events escalate? However, Five Nights at Freddy’s doesn’t work like that. Mike doesn’t really have any near misses with the animatronics. He walks into the dining area, and they are all standing in the open, looking at him. It’s like any other day, really.

This is a very strange approach to adapting Five Nights at Freddy’s. After all, horror is meant to be scary. Indeed, this particular kind of horror is meant to be unsettling and uncomfortable. Five Nights at Freddy’s is about taking something recognizable and familiar – classic chain restaurants and animatronic animals – and rendering it alien and monstrous. Indeed, the source video game is “famous for its jumpscares,” which makes this dull familiarity particularly weird. There’s no awe here, no wonder, no horror.

There are moments when Five Nights at Freddy’s seems to understand the power of the uncanny and the irrational. Throughout the movie, Mike is constantly slipping into a dream world disconnected from reality. While awake, he struggles to connect with Abby, who seems to communicate primarily through drawings. Doctor Lillian (Tadasay Young) explains to Mike that these images are abstractions, ways of communicating ideas in a non-verbal manner. That’s what the film should be.

It’s worth situating Five Nights at Freddy’s in a larger context. While the film is based on a video game that was itself created in reaction to the response to developer Scott Cawthon’s previous game, Chipper and Sons, it can also be situated in a wider trend of contemporary horror built around the perversion of childhood markers. The most obvious recent examples might be Winnie the Pooh: Blood and Honey or The Banana Splits Movie, but it’s a rich contemporary genre.

In particular, writers like Christopher Barkman have situated the original video game in terms of contemporary internet horror, particularly the idea of the “creepypasta.” Indeed, this idea of seemingly innocuous children’s entertainment pushed into the realm of the uncanny evokes classic creepypasta stories like Candle Cove or 1999. It’s not too difficult to imagine a version of Five Nights at Freddy’s that might have emerged from that same internet subculture.

Although creepypastas are arguably just a modern twist on the classic urban legend or ghost story, the genre reflects the internet age. It’s possible for creepypastas to expand to entire shared universes of stories, but most of them are tied to a fairly simple idea that can be easily shared and expanded or elaborated upon in any number of directions. In many cases, it’s the lack of context that makes these stories so unsettling, like a staircase standing randomly in the middle of a forest.

Of course, the fact that this vagueness is part of the appeal serves to attract fans who are specifically drawn to explain the uncanniness. There is a large online fandom that is dedicated to obsessively and thoroughly explaining Five Nights at Freddy’s, constructing elaborate theories that cobble together a cohesive internal mythology. Although controversial within the fandom, this sort of activity can be fun and involving so long as it doesn’t take things too far.

However, this sort of obsessive theorizing is exciting to hardcore fans precisely because of the lacunas in the original work. It is a process that exists separate from the work itself; as a reaction to it. It is an argument in favor of that negative narrative space, not a justification for filling it. One of the big problems with the film adaptation of Five Nights at Freddy’s is that it folds this perspective into the narrative itself, even including a cameo from prominent theorizer MatPat.

Hollywood studios have traditionally struggled to adapt internet horror. There is an obvious desire to chase that trend, given that horror audiences skew younger, but it often leads to uninspired results like Friend Request or Slenderman. There are great movies that tap into that rich vein of internet horror – that electronic folklore feeling – but they usually come from outside the studio system: We’re All Going to the World’s Fair, Skinamarink, The Empty Man, and even Talk to Me.

One of the central issues with the film adaptation of Five Nights at Freddy’s is that it is packed to the brim with lore. The movie is constantly explaining itself. It is full of backstory and exposition, all of which neatly fits together in the end. There are none of those gaps that were so enticing to fans. When the movie begins, Mike is dealing with the lingering trauma around the mysterious disappearance of his younger brother Garrett (Lucas Grant). As a result, Mike is struggling to hold down a steady job.

Through his career counselor, Steve Raglan (Matthew Lillard), Mike is offered the position at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. That restaurant was the site of multiple disappearances, and only remains standing because of the owner’s lingering sentimentality. While there, Mike begins dreaming more vividly of the day that his brother disappeared. He is also haunted by visions of the children who disappeared from the restaurant, as Vanessa helps him delve into the restaurant’s history.

Inevitably, everything is connected. It turns out that Steve Raglan is really William Afton, the owner of the restaurant. Afton murdered the five children at the restaurant and also abducted and murdered Garrett. “I killed your brother and now I’m going to kill you,” he boasts to Mike at the climax. “Symmetry, my friend.” Also, the reason that Vanessa knows about the child-possessed-animatronics is because she is really Afton’s daughter.

These plot decisions manage the impressive feat of being both absurdly neat and horrendously contrived. It imposes a clear structure on the movie, allowing Mike closure over his brother’s death and it ties all of the characters and events of the movie together in a bow, even if none of it makes any sense. Why is William Afton working as a career counselor under another alias? If he was a prominent businessman in the local community, surely people would recognize him as William Afton? If he can afford not to sell or demolish the restaurant, why does he need a fairly generic office job?

All of this just serves to make Five Nights at Freddy’s knowable, to beat a set of uncanny imagery and iconography into a recognizable shape. It applies a depressingly predictable narrative template to the movie, a checklist of beats that Mike needs to hit on his hero’s journey. There is nothing even remotely unfamiliar about Five Nights at Freddy’s. Indeed, the movie even goes out of its way to humanize and empathize with its monsters, turning them into cute mascots.

Five Nights at Freddy’s opens with the animatronics murdering the last nightwatchman (Ryan Reinike), implying that this has been a regular occurrence. However, most of their onscreen violence is directed at characters who can be seen to deserve it, such as Carl (Joseph Poliquin) and his gang, who trash the restaurant in an effort to get Mike fired, or Jane (Mary Stuart Masterson), who is trying to take Abby away from Mike. These monsters aren’t allowed to be monstrous.

Any violence undertaken by the killer mascots is explained as Afton’s perverse influence over them. Abby wants to befriend the animatronic animals. The film’s closing moments suggest that Mike isn’t inherently against taking Abby to visit them at some point in the future. It’s a bizarre approach to the concept. The key appeal of the concept of Five Nights at Freddy’s is the perversion of innocent childhood imagery, but the film circles back around to making that imagery cute and cuddly again.

Then again, this is perhaps the result of living in the age of intellectual property, where these movies are built around the very concept of familiarity. These films are pre-packaged. Everybody going to Five Nights at Freddy’s knows exactly what they are getting. They know each of the animatronics by name and by backstory. The naming of Lillard’s character as Afton in early press was something of a spoiler that later publicity tried to walk back. The goal with these sorts of projects isn’t to surprise or unsettle audiences, but to present them with things that they already recognize and enjoy. This limits the effectiveness of Five Nights at Freddy’s as a horror movie. Then again, it is at least true to the experience of those creepy old family eateries.

If nothing else, Five Nights at Freddy’s captures the dull familiarity of reheated chain restaurant pizza.

[cmweller]

Challenge #03849-J197: Liminal Encounters

As Jeremy walks though the abandoned pizzeria only accompanied by the hollowed footsteps and the memories of the forgotten place, he pause to stare at the empty stage of where they once were. So full of joys, such fond memories. Suddenly there was a gust of wind slamming the doors to the entrance shut. Jeremy rush to the front of the pizzeria. Locked. His spine tingling as if someone, something was staring at him. The stage behind the teen didn’t feel so empty anymore. -- Anon Guest

[AN: I am not doing fanficcy stuff so I can legitimately put a suggested price tag on my annual anthology. You know, so I can pay the bills. Also, I only know about FNAF via osmosis, so this will be inspired by everything you put into this prompt]

This used to be his playground. This used to be his childhood dreams. Now that he was on the night shift patrolling this place, the perspective was damn near dizzying. Also... mildly terrifying.

Places like this should be full of people. Full of kids, certainly, with their guardians in the coffeehouse next door as the kids screamed their lungs out in the play centre. During the night shift, after a tired staffer had cleaned out the ball pits, it was eerily empty and seemingly haunted.

Jer' had to walk through it all, checking the plastic labyrinths, just in case some kid thought they could have an endless playtime by hiding in one of the niches somewhere. Fortunately for him, he had the keys that made it easier for him to check those niches. Good news, no kids were trying that shit. Better news, no guardians would be meeting with Child Protection Services because of that shit.

[Check the source for the rest of the story]

[lilmissbonnet]

Twisted Nostalgia ♡

“A double sided story of twin sisters who have their seemingly dream-like reality twisted into a nightmare.”

Brief introduction!

Hihii nice to meet u guys, yall can call me Bonnet here! I’ve been planning a fnaf au story for the longest time now, as I’ve been an huuuge fan for 10 years now! Crazy. Anyways, I recently got back into the fandom a because of the 10 year anniversary. I also have a twin sister, whom we both love fnaf and created fnaf ocs with. We recently revived these two specifically in honor of the ten year anniversary, we redesigned and rewrote their stories yayy!

I’m happy to say that I’ve finally gotten around to finalizing the script. Well, at least for the first book. Because as previously mentioned, this is a double-sided story of twin sisters.

About FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS ‘TWISTED NOSTALGIA’. The first story will revolve around one twin sister, and the next one will be about the other twin sister.

First story:

Lil Miss Bonnet ♡

NOTE: This specific story is heavily inspired by Coraline, one of my favorite movies of all time. It’s kind of like a fnaf version of the story, but not really. Just wanted to mentioned that some things that happen may not logically make sense, especially in the FNAF universe. However, that is why this is called an AU yknow? Though I’m not too worried, because if you read Fazbear Frights, you’d know that not many things make sense in the books anyways soooo yea!

“Katie, is unhappy with the reality of her world. She lives her days with her grandparents, a distant but loving father, and her best friend, whom is her twin sister unsurprisingly. Despite their circumstances, Katie loves her family with all her heart, and only wishes happiness for them all. One day, she is given an old abandoned SpringBonnie plushie seemingly by her job at Fazbear Frights. Growing up loving the Freddy Fazbear Diner’s franchise, she ends up keeping it out of the heart of her nostalgia. When she takes it with her to work, however, the plushie goes missing! She searches everywhere for it, but to her surprise, finds it alongside a mysterious door in the pizzeria…which leads her through a different world. In this world, she finds herself back in her child form. Her biggest surprise though, is that replacing her father is none other than SpringBonnie. All goes well for Katie, she receives the attention she’s always wanted, it’s all perfect. Until one day, her world goes downhill by that very twisted reality.”

This is made to be a bittersweet nostalgic horror story for older fans like me, I made this out of comfort for my own nostalgia. Most of the elements in this story are based on my own personal experiences, so this story genuinely means a lot to me. I don’t mind if this story doesn’t get popular, though it would be nice if it did, but I mostly hope that I at least reach the right audience.

Second Story:

Lil Miss Bonbon ♡

My co-writer (twin sister) has yet to write the second story, but she will start writing in early October. Know that our stories will be connected, but both will go through different scenarios.

WARNING: This story is recommended for mature audiences, as there WILL be violence and sensitive themes. I intend to focus more on psychological horror, so it may be pretty unsettling and uncomfortable at times for some readers. You’ve been warned, hope y'all enjoy nevertheless.

#fnaftwistednostalgia #lilmissbonnet #lilmissbonbon

[internutter]

Challenge #03849-J197: Liminal Encounters

As Jeremy walks though the abandoned pizzeria only accompanied by the hollowed footsteps and the memories of the forgotten place, he pause to stare at the empty stage of where they once were. So full of joys, such fond memories. Suddenly there was a gust of wind slamming the doors to the entrance shut. Jeremy rush to the front of the pizzeria. Locked. His spine tingling as if someone, something was staring at him. The stage behind the teen didn’t feel so empty anymore. -- Anon Guest

[AN: I am not doing fanficcy stuff so I can legitimately put a suggested price tag on my annual anthology. You know, so I can pay the bills. Also, I only know about FNAF via osmosis, so this will be inspired by everything you put into this prompt]

This used to be his playground. This used to be his childhood dreams. Now that he was on the night shift patrolling this place, the perspective was damn near dizzying. Also... mildly terrifying.

Places like this should be full of people. Full of kids, certainly, with their guardians in the coffeehouse next door as the kids screamed their lungs out in the play centre. During the night shift, after a tired staffer had cleaned out the ball pits, it was eerily empty and seemingly haunted.

Jer' had to walk through it all, checking the plastic labyrinths, just in case some kid thought they could have an endless playtime by hiding in one of the niches somewhere. Fortunately for him, he had the keys that made it easier for him to check those niches. Good news, no kids were trying that shit. Better news, no guardians would be meeting with Child Protection Services because of that shit.

[Check the source for the rest of the story]

[jjks1ut]

Closer

Pairing:phone guy x reader

Summary:while working the night shift with your friend the two of you decide to play a game in a way of passing the time. (also this isn’t directly canon to the actual fnaf timeline so don’t come at me.)

CW:edging, vaginal fingering, oral sex, dirty talk, praising, degrading, pet-names

It all happened so fast.. One minute you were playing a game of poker with your closest friend/co-worker and the next you were bare naked an inch away from your climax riding on top his cock

 “Come on, I promise it’ll be 100% worth it”,your friend begged from over the phone line. It was your co-worker and best friend by the nickname ‘phone guy’ calling you from the cramped office room at his nightly job who was currently begging you to switch from the day shift to the night shift in hopes to spend more time together, and you would never admit it but you had honestly agreed with the idea. You had always hated working the day shift with the constant children running around, messes being made, and the constant nagging of parents and everything else that came along with it. But, it wasn’t like you could just switch shifts out of the blue just because your friend asked it of you.

 “You know that’s not possible right, I can’t just switch-?”, you explained in hopes to stop his nagging but were soon cut off. “Don’t worry about that, I can just sneak you in when I’m heading in for that evening”,he joked, as his laugh echoed along the phone line causing a flow of wetness to pool between your legs as he continued. 

 Sure, you weren’t one to admit it but over the course of your relationship with ‘phone guy’ you had grown a small crush on him, from you simply coming undone at the hands of his simple tease to late nights of soiling your sheets to the thoughts of his fingers being shoved up your cunt whispering soft praise while he did it. “Um (Y/N), are you still there?”He asked, having you fall out of your dazed thoughts. 

 Finally you had crumbled to your friend's words and went along with his idea leading to a seemingly pleasant phone guy. After a few days of finding when you would have free time during the week and nothing else occupying you. Soon enough you had finally made time on Wednesday clocking out early as you prepared for the night ahead. That was when you finally heard a knock on your front door having anything you were thinking about completely leaving your line of thought. Rushing downstairs as you opened the door you found your friend one hand wrapped around a small plastic bag full of snacks and another holding a duffle bag with similar products. “You ready?”he asked, smiling from ear to ear in excitement. 

As your friend had led you to his car parked outside of your driveway you sat on the passenger side as he walked around the rear entering from the other side. While you felt the car’s engine begin to start from underneath your seat you felt a certain hand clasped onto the basis of your thigh reaching over your frame to grab a cassette tape to the right of you. Noticing your seemingly shocked and flushed face phone guy began continuously apologizing and rubbing your reddened thigh in hopes to soothe you which in return caused a familiar wetness to form between your legs and a unnoticed smirk at the corner of phone guy’s lips.After a silent car ride filled with the sounds of some pop band on the radio the two of you had finally arrived at the pizzeria seeming to have a much more eerie vibe as they pulled in closer to the restaurant.

 Entering the pizzeria at night had a drastic change from its usual vibrant energy, leaving what could only be depicted as an abandoned restaurant. “Welcome to my office.”,he said with jazz hands showing off the room patterned with the restaurant's signature checkered pattern, posters, and what seemed to be the room’s main security system. “This place looks horrible '',you whispered under your breath, cringing at the mold clearly in the corner of the office. “So anything you wanna do specifically?”,the phone guy asked as he dumped his previous bag onto the already cluttered desk in front of the two of you. “How about a game of [F/C/G]”, you replied pointing to the box that had been placed onto the desk handing him the cards before you two began your particularly interesting night… 

 “HA, I WIN!”, You cheered jumping up from the office chair as you dropped down your last card. From the corner of your excitement you watched as phone guy began to untie the tie at the collar of his button up shirt releasing his shirt from it’s stiff restraints as you two began your game of ‘strip [F/C/G]’.

 Within what felt like a few minutes the two of you were down to your last fragments of clothes with you in only a tank top and your pants. And phone guy in nothing but his now open dress shirt and underwear. That was until you had dropped your final card of that round and noticed your friend getting ready to discard the last of his clothing watching closely at the v line beginning to show as he brought his underwear closer and closer to seeing what he really had to offer- “You can stop now.”,you quickly stated as a red hew of embarrassment began to wash over your face. Slowly lifting back up his underwear you noticed a sly smirk forming on your friend's lips as he began to walk towards you. “But, I thought you were enjoying this.”,he whined, beginning to rub your thigh the same way he had done when you two were in the car. “I did, but-”,you were soon cut off by another touch now sliding up your waist, “Don’t you like when I tease you. Doesn’t it make your dirty pussy wet.”He whispered into your ear causing a shiver down your spine and a nod in response. 

 Just as soon as you answered, a pair of hot lips collided with yours in a heated kiss, along with the phone guy’s tongue already exploring your mouth. But, as fast as you began your make out session you were quickly pulled away with phone guy’s hands already beginning to tug at your top along with your bra finally releasing your bare breasts to the thick atmosphere of the office room. He began to knead your breasts before coming to your open jean pants and beginning to brush his palm against your clit, you whimpered, clenching around nothing as phone guy took your nipple into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the tip before sucking gently, you gasped once more when you felt him stuff a finger inside of you eliciting a deep moan within you. “Aww, is our dirty little slut coming un-done just by a few fingers, how pitiful”,he pouted causing even more of a downpour to come to soak the fingers currently encircling your clit. “I-I’m gonna-”,you tried to spit out but were soon hit with a third finger entering your tight walls causing pleasure to wash over you.

 “Such a good girl,”he stated before wrapping his arms under your back knees as he carried you to the office’s nearby desk and pulling your thighs apart before he dove in. But before he did so you felt a cold fluffy substance beginning to line sensitive areas of your skin. “What the heck!”you yelled in protest as you sat up looking down at the whipped cream dripping down your body. “Nuh uh uh, just lay back down and enjoy the show.”,he said as he lightly pushed you back down onto the table as he went downtown on your now creamy nipples soaking in every moan you came up with. As he trailed down from your breast he began to trail kisses from your stomach heading all the way down to your thigh breathing in the sweet smell of the sugary cream laying at your entrance. The way phone guy ate at your entrance was like a starving man who hadn’t eaten in days. His tongue continuously licked strips of saliva up and down your small hole lapping up at whatever wetness pooled from it. With every stroke you could feel your orgasm growing closer and closer along with the volume of your moans. “Your insides taste amazing, probably even better with my cock in between”,he whispered to himself while still in between your thighs having an even bigger knot begin to form in your stomach at the praise. 

Finally your 2nd orgasm had come, causing you to thrust your soaked hips into your co-worker in hopes for some extra friction but were soon brought down from your high just as fast. Coming from in between your thighs phone guy began to clean off whatever cum had been left from your past few orgasms before you brought you into his lap for a nap before his shift was over. “For such a dirty whore you sure do cum fast.”,he hummed into your ear before dozing off with him wrapped around you.

[charlieslowartsies]

There's something I don't understand.

The fazgang was taken apart in the diner, when Max let the ghosts out and Springlocked his father, right?

Or did that happen in the location with the Toys?

In the prologue for Lies Within William is (seemingly) still alive, but the fazgang is taken apart.

Springbonnie is mentioned to have a violet tint to his eyes. Ue also never leaves William's side, Does that mean William's body is an ilusion?

What's going on?

Ahh, nope. This is why I need to rewrite LB and DS to fix the lore that came out well after those games. (Fnaf4 alone gave us so much....)

Max tried to release the original four's ghost-kiddos at the Toy's location after it was shut down (Jeremy's Bite) And he also sealed Springtrap up in that back room. This is why the gang are at another location for the events of the knight guard au, which is FNAF1's events/pizzeria.

(Max succeeded in locking away his father and Springbonnie, but the spirits were not put to rest since the Purple Man Endured, and no one would protect the children. So Marion them back together and schemed with Phone Guy to get the original four a new building all for their own. Goldy's remains had been gutted by this point, and without an endoskeleton or suit, he was left useless and unable to protect the pizzeria. Marion began searching for someone capable enough to house the now vengeful apparition.)

Phone Dude and his crew searched the Toy's old, abandoned restaurant to find Springtrap and released him, obviously unbeknownst to the gang and even Marion, who was mentioned to be mostly shut off/weak before blood started spilling in Devil's Spine.

The pro for LW is when the Toys and Springbonnie were still on the floor, but shortly after the Puppet got the original four taken from Fredbear's now defunt and rotted away Diner and brought to the Toy's restaurant. They were being retrofitted for the FacialRec software, (certain Animatronics when they boot up will have different numbers in their FR age. The boot lines have hints to the story, esp GS and LW.)

All this to say: William WAS alive during the Toy's place and uses Springbonnie to keep them on track...and to do his dirty work, of course. (Max is a Live Undead at this point, but he hides in Scraptrap/the shadows, pretending to be on his dad's side and then gives things away to Marion, making it appear as if Marion really does know everything/can go anywhere.)

[blametheeditor]

Jeremy Messed Up: Prologue

NOT FOR EVERYONE

The Sequel To Mike Messed Up

Next

Mike was just a night guard waiting to be killed by the end of the week. Now, he is the proud, and soon to be sole owner, of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Business is booming, animatronics are teeming with life, and Foxy is back in the spotlight after so many years. Even so, the dark past of Freddy's is slowly encroaching upon them. One with more ties than they could ever imagine.

Content Warnings: Mentions of death, want to harm someone, cursing (lots of cursing), mentions of being followed

Ah yes, the non-existent sequel

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Where could they possibly be?

Jeremy creeps forward, thoroughly convinced that one of the towering piles of junk will suddenly crash down on top of him. It doesn't matter if nothing of the sort has ever happened before, with his bad luck it's bound to occur. And right when he finds exactly what he's looking for.

...did he really want to do this? At night, having been forced to come after hours so no one saw him sneaking inside? Nothing only that, but his tool box and welding torch that is almost a desperate cry of wanting to get caught and thrown into jail?

He doesn't do good in jail. He had no idea what it's like, but he's heard the food is terrible, the people are rude, and the guards won't let him take anything inside.

He didn't want to be in such a place!

...but his mission. To end it all like it should've so many years ago. He can't let them exist. Not when they turned his life into a living nightmare. Stole the one person who had always been there for him, and turned them into a complete monster.

Turned them into one of those things, even.

"It's okay. It's okay," Jeremy breathes, forcing himself to not shake so badly that it rattles the tools sitting haphazardly in the box he threw them into.

And he is okay...at the moment. But he can't think about that! He'll run in the opposite direction and never complete what needs to be done. No, he just, has to distract himself. Like, like. Hmm...

Well, this feels like one of his video games. Instead of towering mounds of scrap metal and mutated blocks of machines seemingly melted together, they're really just strong and healthy red oaks blocking out the sun with their leaves in the attempt to warn him of the oncoming dangers while adding a challenge.

Yeah! And he's a champion, needing to cross the terrain while avoiding anything that lie in wait, poised to strike. Of course nothing can hurt him, being chosen by the beautiful princess and everything. He might get ambushed, but no one can hurt the chosen one. And not when he hasn't even gotten his first quest yet!

"Yeah. I've got this!"

"Goooooooooot."

Jeremy's confident smile all but leaps away and vanishes as it sprints in the exact direction he thinks a certain a bus going miles away from here is waiting for him to jump on and never come back.

Who was that!

He opens his mouth to question who exactly was creeping through the abandoned dump made specifically for old parts and metal unauthorized and at this time of night when they should be in their warm bed sleeping away and pretending this never even crossed their mind.

Only, the problem with that is he's the one creeping through the abandoned dump made specifically for old parts and metal unauthorized and at this time of night when they should be in their warm bed sleeping away and pretending this never even crossed their mind.

Shoot, shoot, shoot! I'm gonna get caught and thrown in jail and I won't have any visitors and it's gonna be a complete and utter nightmare and-!

"G-G-G-Got-t-t-t."

The voice sounded...in pain.

"Hello?"

A yelp escapes the cowering young adult as there's an incredibly sudden and loud noise of metal scrapping on metal. Almost as if someone was dragging two pieces of rusted parts together just to see how high he can jump.

Well, it's working alright! He just wants to help! Stop trying to scare him please!

"H-Hi? Are you okay? I just, uh, heard you were...in trouble?"

Jeremy winces at the terrible excuse as he sweeps the absolutely minuscule beam of light powered by his draining AA batteries emits across the space, looking for any sign of movement, possibly even a face. There weren't any clues to someone being there so they might be somewhere further inside the yard. And if they really needed help, he might be able to muster up enough courage to go deeper.

"Hello?" he calls once more, praying for an answer. But there's nothing. Not even the grinding of metal. As if they just...disappeared.

Why was breaking into things illegal! If it wasn't, he could do this in the freaking morning when the sun was out and he could see! It'd make everyone's life easier and ohhhhhhh. Gotcha. Because, if breaking into everything was legal, his stuff would be taken...right.

Opting to think the voice had simply been his imagination, the young adult turns around with something that could only be assumed as an eyeroll, flashlight aimed to the ground to keep from tripping over a stupid car tire...again.

He wasn't greeted by a suspicious piece of rubber wanting to pick a fight. No. He encountered something much worse.

The same something he might've come here in the first place to destroy once and for all.

The problem is, Jeremy can't move. Can't breathe. His uncontrolled scream doesn't wake him up. His terror doesn't cause his adrenaline to kick in and allow him to flee. Fight-Or-Flight instincts are nowhere to be found. Even with staring death right in the eye, he can't do anything.

This isn't one of his video games. He's going to die. Plain and simple. He should've seen it coming, though. His mission was to destroy the very thing that nearly killed his father. How else would this have gone?

...but the end doesn't come.

A twitch, a creak, a moan too human-like than he wants to admit, and the slithering form of a monster crashes into the ground.

"Got y-y-y-y-y-y-"

Jeremy doesn't allow it to finish, simply sprinting the hay away from whatever it is. Well, of course he knows what it is, but it just isn't really it, nor is it the single it he wanted, but it's too complicated and he just wants to go to bed, okay!

And it seemed his wish would be granted too, if death was the restful sleep he so desired.

"COME AND-D-D-D-d-d-d-d..."

The young adult didn't see the limb reaching out to snag his ankle before it's too late, screaming morphing into howling from pain as he slams into the unforgiving ground covered with bits of metal. Cheek bit and a possible rusted nail cutting his chin if not driving into his skin entirely, and Jeremy couldn't help wondering if he got his tetanus shot lately.

Forget the shot. He's going to die by mean of a much more painful and quicker way.

"NO! NO PLEASE! NO!" he can't help but plead, scrambling across the loose gravel with everything he can. Tears sting the edge of his eyes as his fingers brush against something feeling similar to the wrench he brought, only to be yanked back as it feels like his ankle's getting crushed into powder.

But, his tools. Scattered after he was thrown to the ground. His flashlight's back there but he still has-

The thing that grabbed him attempts to admit a sound when the welding torch is rapidly smashed into its limb, only to produce one confirming it wanted to follow as the young adult scrambles to his feet finally. Its desires aren't heeded however as the unyielding force of Jeremy bashes it into a shape even less recognizable from before.

"I wish you never existed!" Jeremy announces with a sob, stumbling away before swiping up what little he can see of the tools he brought.

And as three more figures seem to leap toward him in the clear want to drag him into the pits of hell where they were once created, the young adult finally pulls himself together to make the greatest decision of his life.

He runs.

Runs, with the things that have only caused him pain and suffering over, and over, and over again right on his heels. So close he can practically feel them gaining up on him. He allows a tool to trip one of them, disrupt another. Adrenaline finally kicking in and allowing the young adult to run faster than he ever has before. Another throw and something hits the ground.

But it feels as if he was going to lose. As if they're only just one step-

"RAAAAAA!"

Prologue  |  Chapter 1  |  Chapter 2  |  Chapter 3  |  Chapter 4  |  Chapter 5  |  Chapter 6  |  Chapter 7  |  Chapter 8