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rigelswrittingsquare · 2 years ago

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part 2 of many

jeff x reader SFW. I FORGOT TO ADD THAT.

word count: 1771

warnings: FNAF MOVIE SPOILERS, insufferable jane we all know that, slow!! more ness and reader friendship banter (Jeff content coming soon TRUST.)

self indulgence!!

A Spark

With a ding of the bell, you find yourself on your feet once more, repeating the same old song and dance you have been doing ever since you've started working at Sparky's. You grab a large circle tray, the basket of french toast sticks from the kitchen, you grab a small pitcher of maple syrup, and a small sugar duster with powdered sugar inside of it.

Placing them neatly on the tray, you balance it in your palm, and walk carefully towards the table. With careful strides, you make your way to the group, and greet them with a smile. Max nudges Jeff's side, and he looks over at you, before pushing Jane's papers towards her, to make room on the table.

Stopping in front of the table, you lower the tray, and place the basket of french toast sticks on the table, and then you put the syrup pitcher, and sugar duster beside it. You hold the tray to your abdomen again, formally, taking a step back.

"Would you like any plates? Refills?" You ask, with a chipper tone.

"No, you've got us all we need. Now can you leave us to our conversation? Please?" Jane replied flatly, which in return, Jeff threw a glare at her, before turning to you.

"We're good, thanks for the food. We'll be out of your hair " He spoke, more quietly this time. He seemed to be adverting your gaze, but you didn't mind, you weren't one much for eye contact either, so instead you nod in response. Jane waves you off, and you go, back to sitting in front of the diners bar.

Today was an excruciatingly slow day, little to no business, which you were relieved. It wasn't a holiday, and almost everyone is at work, plus, Sparky's had been getting less popular over the years, and honestly? You are shocked that anyone bothers to stop by this mediocre place. The only thing you could ever theorize was that people came here for the sentimental value.

While the table you were waiting for was clamoring away, Ness had collected his tips from his table, and made his way to you. Great. More teasing? You knew he was just poking fun at you, mostly at the fact that you haven't been able to score a solid date, which in all honestly, you stopped trying. So he's taken it up on himself to point out any potential "Suitors", as he calls them. It's embarrassing.

"So?" Ness smirked, sliding up beside you.

"Oh stuff it... You do this every time!" You hush, trying to busy yourself by organizing the diners counter. It truly was a mess, but no one's really paid enough to care, but it's crazy what a person will do if they are bored enough. Or just trying to busy themselves.

"C'mon! I see the spark! Wouldn't hurt to try, hmmmm?" Ness followed you, keeping a small distance so that you don't bump into each other while you are working on organizing the bars counter top.

"Don't you have a table to sanitize?" You question, turning your head to him. It's true, he didn't even sanitize his table yet, but in all honesty, business was so slow that I could wait for a bit.

"Oh you and I both know that I can wait to do that, and anyways it's way more fun to poke just a little bit of fun at you, hm?" You only snrk in response, reaching behind you to grab a rag. You and Ness have been friends for quite a while, but even his jabs and jeers get under your skin, if even just a little bit.

"Ness, you're a good friend, and I know you mean nothing by it, but I'm not some hopeless romantic, cmon!" You speak in a hushed tone, in an attempt so that your table won't eavesdrop on you. However Ness only snickered and raised a brow in response.

"No? You aren't?"

"No, I'm not."

Ness crossed his arms, leaning on the diners bar. "So you are telling me.... The same person who just last week was telling me that it's been 'Oh so many years since I've ever felt that intense spark!' and 'I wish I stuck with my high school sw-"

"Ness!"

"It's true!" He snickers, watching you furiously scrubbing the grime off the bar with the beat up white cleaning rag to hide your embarrassment.

"Okay maybe I am a little bit of a hopeless romantic it just hurts hearing it out loud!" You chuckle, still speaking in that secretive hushed tone so that the conversation remains between you two. However you can't help but sneak small glances at the table to see if anyone's watching, and occasionally, you catch Jeff glancing over to you, stealing small glances.

"I knew one day you'd finally admit it." Chuckling, he goes to wipe down some glass mugs, and you can't help but fake pout.

"..... I'm not admitting a thing...."

"You just did!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Oh whatever.. anyway, I think your tables finishing up." He gestured to your table, and you turned around, to see the woman and the petrified older man leave the table. She turned to face Max and Jeff, calling to them before she leaves the diners doors.

"He's starting that stupid job in three weeks. Three, okay? Don't mess this up for me."

Jeff groaned, leaning his head back onto the diners padded seat. "Yeah, yeah whatever, but you better have that cash, okay?"

Jane left without another word, and Jeff huffed, getting up to let Max out. He murmured something to Max and Max nodded, heading out to their car, before grabbing his wallet. It just occurred to him, and you, that he hasn't received the bill, and you hadn't given him the bill. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, and you scramble to get the bill. This made Ness chuckle, and he watched you frantically find it.

Once you have his bill, you quickly make your way to his table, and set it down. "I apologize, my coworker," You paused, just to glare at Ness, in which he gave a cheeky wave. GOD he was annoying sometimes. "Was distracting me. Was everything up to par..?" You look up at him, as he analyzes the bill and sifts through his wallet to pay in full.

Jeff nodded, setting the money and change on the bill book, before grabbing a 20 and pushing it into your hand. "Yeah, yeah everything was fantastic," He paused, now looking at you in full. His lips parted for a moment, as he started to speak, before closing his mouth again to think over what he was going to say. "That's.. that's for you, sorry about that lady, she's just like that.. 'Swear she's got a few screws loose." He murmured, before looking down again at your hand.

"Oh don't worry, we get cranky customers like that all the time, I'm just glad to see you three happy..." You trail off, remembering Doug's terrified expression. "..... Two semi-happy faces, that's all that matters, hm?" You nervously chuckle, your tone turning softer. It was quite silly, and definitely quite a silly situation.

"Uh..yeah I'm.. going to go, I don't want to keep my sister waiting in the car." He scratched the back of his head, quickly pointing outside to the car before dropping his hand to his side.

"Oh! That's important, yeah.. you drive safe?" You step back, giving him room to leave.

"Yeah, you have a good night." He responded, turning back to look at you.

You give a small smile in return, turning away to go back behind the Diners bar, where Ness was mocking you by making kissing faces in his cupped hands, so Jeff wouldn't see him.

Jeff's gaze followed you, as you left him to his buisness, before he shook himself out of it, and left the diner.

"C'mon, he was totally oogling you."

"Ness I swear!!" You fluster, flicking him on the ear."

"Hey- Owch!"

"Serves you right!! What if he would have saw you!"

"What, afraid I scared him off?" He snickered, crossing his arms and leaning against the bar.

"Well...uhm....no.....you uh....you see that's were you are... wrong! Totally wrong!" You manage to sputter out, turning away so he doesn't see the growing burn in your cheeks.

"Mmmhmm." He lets out a drawed out hum, resting his elbow on the counter and cupping his cheek.

"Next thing you are going to tell me is that the oceans purple."

"You are so childish I swear!" You retort, but you can't help but snort at his stupid comment.

"You can't tell me it's a little funny.." Ness looks at you, grinning as you turn to him with that annoyed expression you usually give him.

"...it was funny in a stupid way."

"Oh whatever! You know you love my stupid jokes."

"Mhmm. Sure I do."

"Didn't hear a no."

"Oh shut it!" You snort, giving him a light punch to the shoulder, knocking him back slightly. He laughs in response, rubbing his arm, and slinging his rag he was using to wipe the glass mugs off over his shoulder.

"Well, it was fun, I'm going to turn in though. Do you mind closing? No? Okay great. Catch you on the flip side?"

You roll your eyes, and turn to empty the kettles, watching the kitchen slowly clear out. "Yeah, wise guy, I got it. You go drive safe, 'kay?"

"On it." He dangles his keys in the air in response as he walks past you, after punching his time card, and leaves, waving through the window at you. You give a wave back, and rest your elbows on the bar, sighing, and reveling in the peace and quiet.

A few minutes later, you turn off the lights, and flip the front sign to the "Sorry, we're closed!" side, before sanitizing chairs and tables, and then neatly stacking the chairs so the janitor can come in and mop the floor.

After stacking up the chairs, you leave out the front door, locking it up, and heading to your car. You couldn't wait to go home. Something in your mind told you not to dwell too much on what today brought, but.. That guy, Jeff.. There was something about him. A part of you secretly hoped you'd learn more about him, but the majority of you ruled out that it was a silly possibility, so you don't feed in much into it.

With a turn of your keys, your engine sputters to life, and you head home, ready for another rinse and repeat day tomorrow.

MORE TO COME SOON!!!!

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kakusu-shipping · 1 year ago

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1, 2, 4, 11, and 18 for the end of year asks? :0

Aaah thankyou Echo!!! This post might be long, please forgive me!

1. Did you add any F/Os to your list this year? Were they from new media or just a newly discovered love?

Here's every romantic F/O added to the list this year, or at least that I can remember adding this year. Years are long and my sense of time is very warped so it may not be fully accurate.

Most are from new media, or just new parts of media, like the end of the Owl House and the New Pokemon Games. The ones that are new loves from re-visits are Heracross, Smeargle, and Keckleon from Monster Mind, Mario and Luigi from Super Mario, Makarov from Fairy Tail, and Jill from The Wayward Children series.

Though Mario and Luigi are also what I consider my first F/Os, they weren't officially on the list until the movie came out, so I'm counting them in the 2023 yearly wrap.

2. Did you reconsume any of your F/Os’ source media this year? How did you feel about the rewatch/listen/read/etc?

I rewatch Assassination Classroom every year in March and it makes me cry every time. I also replay Hatoful Boyfriend and Holiday Star every December for Kazuaki and Hitori, watch Baka and Test sometime around late Summer most years to ease my seasonal depression, and rewatch Mushishi at least once a year.

Other than that, nothing super meaningful. I rewatched a few LPs of Mario games, replayed through Paper Mario myself, watched Romantic Killer again, Reread Manly Appetites every other month or so, watched The Cat Returns once or twice, played more Pokemon, Restarted Monster Mind (still haven't finished it), and skimmed the Ouran Manga at the library while waiting for them to replace the volume they're missing.

HOWever, this latest reread of Down Among the Sticks and Bones is what got me to finally put Jill on the F/O list, so that feels worth mentioning. I love that book <3

4. Was there anything on your blog that you were particularly proud of this year?

No, not really. My drawings were all very incomplete and sketchy this year with long gaps between them, and my writing really flaked off suddenly, I haven't written more than a paragraph at all this year.

I wouldn't say I'm particularly proud of them, but I did really enjoy making moodboards last month and am kind of waiting for my health to settle so I can get back to them. Making stuff for other self shippers is a lot more fun than writing/drawing for myself atm.

11. Was there new media for any of your F/Os this year? If so, what was your opinion on it?

Yes FNaF Help Wanted 2 came out and gave us New Sun Content and I LOVED IT!!!!! He's such a bitch!!!! A shit!!! A snobby theater kid!!! He's so controlling and harsh I LOVE him <3 So happy to know more about him honestly and that he's not all UwU Caregiver that the fandom made him. I like soft characters, but he's a HORROR character he needs to be a little fucked up!!

18. Did you have a favorite trend in the selfship community from the past year?

I'll be honest, I don't pay much attention to what other people in the selfship community are doing. I follow the tags but if there's like a popular trend thing going around, I miss it every time.

My LEAST favorite right now though is the whole "Stolen from an Anti" thing. I have no qualms about stealing posts it's whatever, but I hate when it's says that in text at the bottom of the post. Just tag it as such so I can filter it please

#Thankyou for asking #Long post #Sorry sorry for the long post I wanted to put all the photos in there!!!!#Aaaah I've been wanting to go back to Monster Mind for a few weeks now but I'm #Soooooo sick I don't have the energy for it #And my MOUSE KEEPS DOUBLE CLICKING #Which would be back for a puzzle game...#Augh... anyway......#Thankyou so much for asking Echo #I'm so sad the tumblr year in review thing isn't happening this year #I really really like seeing who I posted the most about this year...#And using it to make a new banner #Hm what should I do then... I didn't do a Halloween one this year...#I don't wanna just wait till February for my birthday one...#But I can't.... draw.... right now..........#Augh......#I'll figure it out

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abbythewritor · 2 years ago

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"Janitor" Fnaf Security Breach x Fem reader. *2*

Description: What happens when Y/n L/n lands a cleaning Job at the mega pizza plex? How will she handle all the Animatronics falling for her?

Warnings: Slight drama, blood, and jealousy, but other than that, none.

Rated: PG-13.

Other things:

-Bonnie and Foxie aren't dismantled, thanks to Gregory.

-Cassie and Gregory are in High School, working as security guards to keep Freddy and everyone else safe.

-I added a new Daycare attendant named Jester, who will be introduced later, and of course, the attendees got new Upgrades, thanks to Gregory.

-The OCs I will be using aren't mind, and the User names will be linked at the end of the chapter; the credits go to them :)

-Finally, no adult content will be included in this story.

Enjoy the second chapter :)

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"Wow! Good Job, newbie, we cleaned up in under 2 hours!" Dj's room was finally thoroughly cleaned, and thanks to you, your bright Idea of using some sort of Shop-vac to pick up toys, candy, and other stuff left by kids made this whole Job thing a little easier.

Cyrus, who had just finished putting the vac away, stood by as you sat on the floor, sipping a freshly opened juice box. Looking at his fazz watch, the time read 1:15pm, and a satisfied smile formed his lips. "If we keep this up, we can reach the daycare area by 5. You get the gist of things quickly, Newbie; I knew you'd get the hang of it. Plus, I think you went to the top of Mr. Dj's new friend's list." Chuckling, you sipped more of your juice. "I'm not his friend, Cryus; I just complimented his sunglasses." Cryus sat next to you, slightly nudging your shoulder. "Yeah, and everything else. I knew you didn't say anything, but I can easily see a person's body language when they're geeking out. So you're a robot fan, huh?" Your eyes rolled. "Glamrocks, actually." His eyes widened. "No way, really? Wow, is that why you took the job? Wait... you're not planning on anything weird with Freddy and the others, are you-OUCH!! Hey!! Hey!" He laughed when you hit his shoulder.

"Take your mind out of the gutter; I got this job for the money. Besides, I may be a geek, but at least I'm not like one of those Crazed fans who always kiss their posters." Cyrus nodded. "True, we had a fair of those people come here, not to Freddy, but foxy, surprisingly. Poor guy, we had to close his meet and greet early one day because an older woman came to him with his shirt off." "PFFFT" Apple juice came out of your nose as you and he began to die with laughter. Not believing him, you turned to him with surprise once you stopped coughing. "Really? You're shitting me." His head shook. "Nope, not kidding; I got the whole thing on tape if you want to see it later?" Sighing, your head shook.

"Can this place even surprise me more? First, the pizza here is actually good, Second, I meet a Gianormous spider, who's not a human-eating creature, and finally, I get told a story where Foxy almost got molested." Chuckling, Cyrus put his arms behind his back. "You'd be surprised at what happens at the daycare; Poor Sun has to deal more with the kid's actions than Jester and Moon." Your head tilted.

"Jester and Moon?"

"Oh, they are the attendants with Sun, but their moment to shine is when Nap-Time happens. Jester was meant for both morning and Day, but he takes Tag too seriously." Smirking, you leaned onto your right elbow, now fully onto the floor. "Sounds like me; I hate kids." "Same...but someone has to take care of them while the Parents are gone, the same as we have to take care of this place..." Standing up, he stretched.

"Alright, if we head to the Glamrocks dressings rooms now, we'll still be able to make it while they are still performing, which makes perfect timing for us to clean. Now, being the Geek that you are...I doubt they would be out now, but don't worry, I will give you plenty of chances to see them when that time comes." Nodding, you adjusted your hat. "No problem, not in a rush when it comes to that anyway; I know how busy they all can be. Especially Freddy." Cyrus smiled at you. "Glad you understand, Newbie; now come on. DJ! WE OUTA HERE!!"

"Right on! Thank you, Cyrus and little lady! Don't be a stranger, ok?"

Chuckling, your co-worker held a thumbs up towards the tunnel. "Will do! Say Hi to Mini Dj for us!! Come on, Y/n, let's head to the VIP area." Nodding, you followed behind as he began to walk, grabbing the mop bucket as the both of you headed that way.

In all reality, Mr. Dj's room was pretty neat, even though it was large and a lot to clean; you had fun getting to know the spider, the area, and Cyrus a little more.

This job won't be so bad if the other animatronics are excellent as Dj.

Just as long as you keep your head up and do not embarrass yourself in front of the Glammrocks, you should be fine...

Right?

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"Cyrus! What are you doing here?!" With a lot of walking, you both made it to the VIP area.

It was huge, right next to the entrances, as many different colored rooms were aligned inside a vast wall, each color representing a different Glamrock and their personalities.

Besides the rooms, you were taking in the mall itself, as the true size of it through your eyes was amazing. Multiple floors, stores, and people surrounded the structure, as familiar music from the Glamrocks played throughout the area.

Many children, adults, and teens walked passed the screen in many different directions, the camera focusing on you as you tried your best not to bump into any people, the mop bucket still being pulled by your grasp.

Not being bothered by Cyrus, he was heading over to a familiar yet older boy, who was shocked to see your Co-worker at this moment. "Gregory! My man!" Giving each other a hug, Gregory fisted his shoulder. "Look at you, man; Summer treated you well." Cyrus was shocked by his comment. "Look at me?! Look at you! You are all grown up! Just yesterday, you and Freddy were being chased by killer Vanny and the others! Just think of how it would go down now!." The boy chuckled while scratching his neck. "It was 8 years ago, Cyrus; Vanny's gone now, unable to hurt anyone again." "Thanks to you! Man, you Kicked that bunny's but! From the beginning, you knew she was involved with the Animatronics going a wall; now, none of them are shut down because of you. Look! You're even freddies personal security guard! How's that going?" Gregory slumped. "It's tiring; Freddy takes every chance of the day to see every. Single. Child. It's annoying enough that I must deal with the crying Kid's parents above it all. They say some...vulgar things..." Cyrus chuckled while his hands went to his hips. "That's Freddy for yah, and yes, sure, the parents suck, but hey, on the bright side, you get to spend more time with him, right?" Gregory shrugged. " I guess your right? But since he's always busy, I tend to hang out with Cassie more than anything. But enough about me, what about you? How's life going for you, and who is that? Is she your girlfriend?" He looked to you, who was being an airhead and was too busy looking around more, stars filling your eyes. Cringing at the sight of you, Cyrus turned to Gregory. "One, I still live with my mom; two, that is Y/n, the newbie; and three, no, she is not my girlfriend." "Huh." Gregory crossed his arms. "That's the Newbie? She doesn't look shy and timid to me-" "Yeah, Dean said that to Dj too...but she's a total geek; you should have seen her when I beat her at a race, anyway, are the gang still performing?" Gregory nodded. "The Guys are; Foxie and Chica don't perform until later tonight; they're practicing for their Duo downstairs. Do you guys need to clean their rooms right now?" Cyrus nodded. "Might as well, since we are on time; we just want to get it cleaned before they get done so fan girl over here....doesn't get too overwhelmed." They both looked to you, who was standing there like an idiot, who played with the ends of her hair and fiddled with your Tee-shirt. Gregory laughed at his statement, his hand lifting his hat up slightly. "I get that; I know Bonnie and Freddie can get a little touchy around new people, so I'll try to keep them distracted until you are done." Cryus patted his back. "Thanks, Gregory, always the hero; hey, Newbie!" Getting your attention, you looked at him as he motioned to you with his thumb. "Let's get started; follow me!" Nodding your head, you grabbed the mope bucket to follow him, walking past Gregory as he told you the plan, both of you heading to Freddie's room first.

Gregory, who just shook his head, sighed as familiar sounds of doors rang through his ears. Turning, he saw Freddy and Familiar animatronics coming toward him, which made him smile.

"Freddy!" He yelled, catching the attention of the bear, who was talking to Bonnie on his right side. "Gregory!" He replied, tail wagging as the boy ran up to him, latching himself onto the robot. "Look at Ya, boy, all dressed up and everything," Foxy spoke, referring to his uniform as the boy adjusted his hat. "Yeah, I never expected this outfit to be this fancy; it feels kinda weird." Monty glared at him. "You're making it feel weird, kid; it looks good on ya." Bonnie nodded. "I agree; besides, it's better than wearing those clothes daily, right?" Gregory huffed, his arms crossing. "At least those close were comfy." Freddy chuckled while putting a hand on his back. "Well, I'm proud of you, superstar; it's a rare opportunity for a high schooler to get this job; you should feel honored." The boy crossed his arms. "I'll feel honored when the stupid parents stop bullying me. Everyone besides him and Monty laughed, Freddy looking at him again. "Greggory, if I can ask, is there a way can we go to our rooms yet to recharge? There is a malfunction I need to check; my left eye seems to be a bit more blurry than usual." "I wish you guys could, but Cyrus has a Newbie with him; they're cleaning your rooms as they speak." Bonnie's eyes widened. "Theirs a new Janitor? Why isn't Dean here then?" Gregory shrugged. "Dunno, but Cyrus doesn't want to overwhelm her, so it's best if you guys do something else for now." Freddy nodded with a smile. "No problem, superstar, we'll think of something." Foxy did a stretch. "Yar...might as well be heading to my ship; I don't want Roxy putting her dirty paws on me, gold..." Bonnie's eyes rolled. "I told you, foxy, it's not roxy who steals it; kids sometimes swallow those things, you know?"

"Doesn't matter; my gold matters too much; I need to protect it." Watching Foxie walk away, trying his best to avoid crowds and kids, Bonnie just sighed. "Him and his Gold, I'm off to go play bowling. El-chip has bets of years of free tacos if I can get a perfect strike score; wanna join, Monty-Monty?" The gator just huffed, a pissed-off look hinting on his face as Freddy and the bunny grew concerned. He walked away from the group, probably heading to Gator Golf, as the three watched, unable to do anything else about it. Gregory sighed, looking at Freddy. "Did his guitar break again?" Freddy nodded sadly. "The instrument is not what it used to be, he got it before Vanny corrupted him and the others, and it was the only thing that could keep him calm. But now, it keeps breaking during performances, which concerns people and his fans." Gregory's brows furrowed. "Can't he just get it fixed?" Bonnie shook his head. "No, he doesn't trust anyone with it, especially when Cyrus switched to Daycare; he is the only one who can fix his guitar." "Then why not ask Cyrus to fix it himself? It's not like he'd turn Monty down, right?" Freddy sighed. "It's not that simple for Monty; he cares about Cyrus a lot, but since Cyrus switched to daycare, it made him angry enough to be a threat. When Vanny corrupted everyone, he went straight to Cyrus, doing something horrible that none of us can forget. " "Wow...and he doesn't want to hurt him again...I understand...Vanny caused him that fear, and to get rid of it must be hard." Bonnie nodded. "Yes, But I'm afraid for him..." Gregory tilted his head. "Why is that Bonnie?" sighing more, Bonnie looked to Monty, who seemed to be kneeling down to a Toddler, who touched the Gator's snout with pure love and fondness. Even the gator didn't show his genuine emotions; he tried to put on his best face for the toddler, not letting his Guitar or the past get to him. "Each day, that fear grows more and more, kids are getting ignored, he lashes out if nothing going right, and heck, even Roxy can't put him back in line. If something doesn't happen to help the poor guy."

"He'll just end up getting worse, day by day."

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"And finally, we are done!!!" It took a while, but the rooms of the glam rocks were finally cleaned.

Cyrus was impressed as you cleaned Montie's room by yourself, picking up every destroyed object, dirt, and even leftover presents from fans on the floor or the walls.

You ensured not to touch the robot's personal stuff, as everything in the room was essential and organized. This wasn't even a part of your payroll, but doing the extra stuff made at least your OCD ten times better.

Shocked as hell, his mouth was open wide as you stood up, whipping the sweat from your forehead. "It took a lot of elbow grease, but I think I managed to get it mostly cleaned-" "MOSTLY CLEANED?!" You squealed a bit as Cyrus's hands went everywhere. "THE WHOLE ROOM IS SPOTLESS!!!" You chuckled. "Yeah, guess I got carried away; I hope that isn't a problem, Cyrus." "Are you kidding?" You looked up at him smiling. "That isn't a problem, Y/n; it's a great skill to have, I wish I was like that when I was little, but of course, I had to be a pain in the ass." "Well, I am not like that; I get terrible OCD when things are misplaced, so cleaning Monty's room was basically therapy for me." You replied, feeling a hard slap coming from him onto your back. "I'm glad, newbie!" He chirped, throwing a towel over his left shoulder. "Monty can get pretty angry sometimes, even after the whole hacking incident; things have changed, and doing this for him makes the Gater a little bit happier each day." He then sighed.

"Though, that's all we could do; he didn't used to be like this." Your brows furrowed."What do you mean?" Cyrus was silent for a while before looking to the ground. "Before I transferred to Daycare, I was a mechanic for the Glamrocks." Your eyes widened. "Really? That's cool!" He chuckled. "Yeah, it was cool, alright, being able to hang out with the most excellent Robots in history, Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy, Chica, Roxy, Monty. Honestly, out of all six of them, I seemed more attached to Monty than everything; we were best friends. Whenever he malfunctioned, he came to me with the saddest eyes, or when Roxy or even Foxy said something wrong, we would always talk about the situation and work the stuff out."

He paused before pouting, trying his best not to cry just a little. "I fixed his damn guitar before every. Single. Show. His temper tantrum was the death of me of my time there, but somehow I always managed to fix it and make the gator happy. I miss that feeling....but when the glitches happened, and Freddy and the gang started to act weirder than usual, the company switched me over to daycare, which hadn't been touched by the virus at the time." Your eyebrows furrowed, and one of your hands was on his back as he struggled to get the following words out, his eyes looking at the guitar Monty o-so cares about. "He hated me leaving, and trust me, I didn't want to transfer either, but it was for my and other people's safety as well; Monty was like a brother to me. Sometimes when I try to talk to him now, I get an angry huff, and he walks away. It hurts, yes, but it's not his fault...I should have stayed when I should..." His hands ran through his hair, and shaky breaths and sad motions came from him, which made your heart instantly break. You don't know why he's telling you this when you only met him today, but hearing the story of his and Monty's bond is hard to ignore.

"Cryus...I-I don't know what to say..." He chuckled sadly, looking at you. "You don't have to say anything, Newbie....what's in the past is done, and now what I can try to do to lift his spirits is clean, clean, and clean....thank you for your help, Y/n, but, I think we should cut training today short." Your eyes widened with surprise. "A-Are you sure? We still have a lot to do-" Cyrus smirked. "Go home; night shift people will take care of the Daycare area tonight, just as long as you're ready to clean again tomorrow, alright?" Watching him get up, you were confused at first but understood since the Situation and tension were high right now; no, you nodded in agreement. "Alright, but at least let me finish up here; there are just some holes I need to patch up." He snorted at your stubbornness. "You don't quit, do you?" Shrugging, you smirked. "What can I say? You hired a germaphobe." Shaking his head with a smile, he rummaged through his pockets before throwing you something. "Alright, here." Catching it, you looked to see it was a pair of keys. "Monty's room will need to be locked when you are done; he rarely goes in here, so you don't have to worry about him coming in anytime soon." You nodded again. "Alright...thanks." "Just, when you're done, give the keys to Gregory; we don't want anything happening if those keys are found by kids or teens, okay, Newbie?"

Saluting to him, your face went cute. "Yes, sir!" He cringed. "Just finish up you doof." And with that, Cyrus left you in Montie's room.

Looking around and out of windows to see if no one was coming, your body turned, looking at Monty's broken yet elegant guitar.

Hearing his story replay in your head caused your heart to break while staring at it more, as your hands gently grasped the large instrument.

You play a little guitar at home, and you had a fair share of broken instruments, special ones. So hearing that story, knowing Monty's pain and anger, it's like looking in a mirror.

Everyone has bad days, but this Monty has been dealing with a lot of them for many bad days.

Yes, you are a Janitor, and Yes, you shouldn't be thinking this, and yes, it's only your first day, but if you were going to work here forever, you might as well start building a relationship with your co-workers and even the glam rocks. Feeling the guitar, every inch, string, and flaw this machine has, you knew exactly how to fix it. "Alright, Monty, you suffered enough days of anger......Now..."

"It's time to make things right."

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fandom: FNAF SB Rating: T+ pairing: readerxSun/Moon warnings: Suggestive content summary: You need to take an impromptu day off and know your clingy and well-meaning co-worker robots will not handle it well. But they mistakenly get a reward for their relenting.

I only proofread this once and I was high so my bad in advance. I also couldn't think of a title so, my bad again.

Sun paced in front of the large doors that lead to the atrium outside the daycare. He would occasionally glance at the slide to see if there was movement there, only to droop when there was still nothing. Sun’s hands wrung together in a seemingly unconscious manner as he unsuccessfully tried to find something to keep him occupied.

You were running late. Late late. Not the 2-5 minutes that he had learned to tolerate. It had been your idea to get him to relax and stay calm but it had been sososososo hard to learn to wait five whole minutes when you should have already been there. It was 10 minutes past your clock-in time now and despite his ongoing checks you still hadn’t even entered the building!

What if you were hurt? What if something badbadbad had happened to you?? What if-what if you were NEVER coming back? What if you were going to leave him just lik-

Sun’s thoughts stopped as he felt more than heard the annoyed groan from within his head. If Sun could pout, he would at the sense of Moon pushing forward enough to get the yellow attendant’s attention.

“If something happened then it’s already happened. There’s nothing we can do. Stop squirming.” Moon’s tone was strict and to the point. If anyone else had heard it they would have likely listened.

But Sun isn’t anyone. And Sun can hear the undertone. He can hear the concern in Moon’s thoughts and sputters aloud.

“You’re worried too!” Sun shouted out loud into the empty daycare. He’d never been very good at the internal communication and knew it was an annoyance to Moon. Which may be a teensy tiny reason he made sure to do so louder than normal.

‘Being worried is not the same as your panicked pacing.’ Moon’s tone was biting in nature but there was nothing behind it, not really.

“Well well well Mr. Too-cool-to-Care I’d rather be doing something than sitting around.” Sun grumbled. His voice was quieter now and he’d forced himself away from the entrance to realign the toys on a nearby shelf – despite them being perfectly set up already.

‘You’re going to wear out our battery if you keep acting like a petulant child.’

“PETULANT CHILD?!!”

‘Yes. You’re pouting and stomping around like someone stole your favorite toy.’

Sun bristled at the implication of him thinking of you as an object. As though you were anything other than the most perfect adult they’d ever met! As though you weren’t the most important person in their lives!

With a huff, Sun held up a finger to scold the Moon regardless of his lack of physical presence when he froze. Moon’s inner snickers ceased as well when they both realized you were finally at the Plex.

“OUR STAR’S HERE!!!!” Sun all but bounced over to the entrances whipping his head to look between the slide and doors trying to anticipate which you would come in from today.

The creak of the door barely had time to make its way through the air before Sunny was running full speed towards it. He was so happy you were here! He was soooo upset you made him wait! He’s relieved you’ve come to him! He wants to reprimand you. He wants you to never leave and scare him like that again!

He stopped in his tracks once he finally made it to the door, a tall figure that at one point had been imposing now just reminded you of an overgrown puppy.

“SUNSHINE!” Sun shouted, reaching out to give you a signature “Sun Snuggle n’ Spin™” He stopped mid-bend when your hand came up to his face to alert him to stop.

For a moment Sun felt his anxieties re-emerging. Were you mad at him? Were you here to tell him you were leaving forever?

Sun didn’t even notice his hands resuming their fidgeting until your raised hand dropped to them and gave his long fingers a reassuring squeeze.

Sun’s pupilless eyes stared back at your face and he felt his shoulders relax when your smile was what greeted him. Relived, he’d still be pouting at the lack of greeting hug if he could. It fueled his frustrations and Sun was going to give you a stern talking to about tardiness but it died in his voice box when his eyes finally noticed the bundled hoodie being cradled in your other arm.

All of Sun’s other emotions stopped in an instant as his servos were flooded with curiosity. He could feel Moon’s annoyance again but knew he wanted to figure out what was happening too.

You feel bad for the moment after stopping Sun’s hug, especially with how hurt his body language was, but you couldn’t risk him accidentally hurting your unexpected surprise. You grinned excitedly at the jester before trying to explain yourself.

“I’m so sorry Sunny, I know how late I am and I’m so sorry for that - I hope you weren’t worried o-”

“Pshh me? Worried? Haha oh, Sunshine you know I was ok waiting. I’m very patient after all.” Sun puffed his chest out to try and sell his vibrato, ignoring the hissing sound of liar in the back of his head

Your smile goes from excited to understanding and Sun unconsciously lowers himself more so he can be at eye level with you. It maaaaybe also was to get just a bit closer to you.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t assume things. But I am sorry for being late, it’s not responsible and I was uh…a little distracted so I couldn’t call.” Not that you thought your message to the front would make it to Sun anyway, but you still felt guilty for not trying.

“What was so distracting?” Sun asked, his face rotating to the side in curiosity. He could feel Moon’s own prickliness dying down at the apology, just as invested in your reason as his counterpart.

Your smile seems to grow more which tickles something in the mind of Sun and Moon that they weren’t used to yet.

“Well, well first of all I want to say sorry too for the hug, I love your hugs, but well…” You trail off a bit as you shift the hoodie you’ve been cradling out to Sun.

“I was getting a coffee this morning and when I was ordering I heard this little noise.” You explain carefully pulling back the soft fabric to allow Sun to see just what you’d found. “And this lil’ thing was on the ground, right in front of the order box. Like, basically in the road! And I mean it was so cute, and it’s so little and I couldn't just leave it there! It’s definitely too young to be on its own.”

You pause to take a breath, impressed by Sun’s actual display of patience. “So, well…ok I think this is going to be something very cool for you or at least new so, uh, can you shut Moon out for juuust a second? I want to see your guy’s reactions and it’s not a surprise if he sees it now too!”

Sun’s faceplate had rotated back to straight and he giggled, excited to see what you’d brought. He could tell it was some kind of animal and he’d never really seen an animal for real - outside of some service dogs. Service dogs were working though so he couldn’t ever really pet them to see if the fur was as nice to touch as it looked.

Sun’s giddiness overwrote Moon’s indignant refusals to being shut out and soon Sun was left with silence. It was always odd to have one of them off. It felt too quiet. But for you, for you, he’d bear the discomfort.

Sun nodded once, firmly, to confirm he’d done as you asked. He found himself swooning a bit at the way your eyes softened when you looked back down to the bundle in your arms.

“Ok, ok I know I’m being extra here but close your ey-er…turn off your eyes?” You were uncertain what the right way to phrase it was. You’ve never really had to ask him to do this before.

Sun whined quietly but knew he could never deny a direct request from you. He wasn’t going to do it easily though. He made sure to huff loudly and turn his head from side to side as though trying to decide if he’d follow through or not. He made another loud dissatisfied noise before he turned off his ocular receptors.

Sun heard you giggle at his antics and it filled him with warmth in his chassis.

“Thank you, Sunny. I appreciate you playing along with me.” Your voice somehow sounded even sweeter when he couldn’t see you. He unconsciously leaned further towards you, a fleeting thought of being kissed runs across his servos and he felt himself shiver. Maybe…maybe you would?

Sun hummed in acknowledgment; all memory about the fact you basically said it was an animal that was the surprise leaving him. His thoughts being replaced with conflicting pushes of calming down and excitement buzzing at the possibility of feeling your lips on his faceplate.

You take his hand lightly in yours and guide it forward. Your palm was warm and soft and Sun’s whole body followed your pull. He couldn’t suppress a whispered and shuddering “S-sunshine?” he’s never felt so nervous before and so hopeful.

“Gently.” You respond just as quietly as you bring his fingers to the hoodie. You’d pulled back the layer of fabric covering the kitten you’d found this morning and lightly brushed the DCA’s fingers against the tiny animal’s fur.

Sun’s eyes snap on and he pushes a gasp out of his voice box to mimic the feeling of coming across something too cute for words. Sun lets out a quiet ‘aww’ as he let his hand gently rub against the soft fur of the kitten’s back. It lifts its head the best it can after letting out a ‘mmrp’ to look up at Sun. It wasn’t a kiss but Sun would be lying – which he doesn’t do – if he said it wasn’t an exciting experience.

You grin at Sun’s dopey smile - only rarely does that permanent expression feel genuine and you’re filled with warmth at this being one of those times. The kitten is mostly white with differing shades of brown splotches along its back and tail. The fur seems like it will remain short but the kitten is still too young to know for sure. The small cat’s nose and ears are a bright pink and the squinting it does lets the slightest sliver of blue eyes show.

Sun is enthralled with the little fur ball as it turns onto its back and nips at his silicone finger. It tries to kick its back feet but they just wiggle and its toes stretch wide showing off the soft pink paw pads.

It seems like Sun has completely shut down as the tiny creature continues to exist in front of him. You’re about to ask if he’s ok when the constant swaying you know so well starts up again. You’re relieved for only a second before Sun yells, “Sunshine!! This is the CUTEST THING I’VE-”

You harshly shush him as the kitten flips onto its feet and hisses, its short fur standing on end looking more like a sea urchin than a danger. Sun’s volume and closeness clearly have scared the kitten and you do your best to pet it back into comfort. Sun gives you his best approximation of a sheepish and apologetic look before continuing.

“I’ve never seen…well, I mean I’ve seen some cute cute cute babies and kids, oh such cute kids! Butbutbut I’ve NEVER seen a really real kitten before!!!” Sun is ecstatic and it’s exactly what you were hoping for.

You hope he’s enamored enough that he won’t stay mad about you being late. You aren’t sure if it’ll be enough for him to forgive you for having to leave soon. You know he won’t take it well, but you need to get this kitten to the vet ASAP.

“I thought you’d appreciate it,” you start, the kitten has relaxed again into a loaf in your arms, eyes closed as it purrs. “Like I said, I saw it on the side of the road, or, well…the side of the drive through and I couldn’t just leave the little guy there!” You explain again wanting to hammer down the fact that it was in need to better help your case.

Sun nods along, he’s crouched down now and his face is close to the little cat. His finger rubs its soft head again and the kitten pushes it’s face against Sun’s finger. With its eyes still closed it moves it’s face so Sun doesn’t have to do much. The kitten noticeably rubs the sides of its mouth against the silicone as it tries to scent him.

“Understandable understandable.” Sun mutters quietly, nodding along. You notice he’s vibrating at almost the same frequency as the cat’s purrs. It’s cute in its own weird way.

You push the thought away and clear your throat preparing to land the crushing blow.

“Sooo, since it’s really young and was in the road…I need to take it to the vet.” You pause only for a moment before continuing the next sentence in a rushed single breath, “So I’ll be gone for the rest of the day…probably.”

Sun freezes and you try to hold a pleading smile. He doesn’t do anything that indicates his attention has left the kitten, but the shiver that you try to suppress means he has to be staring right at you.

You’re hoping you don’t have to use the nuclear option. You had accidently found out that if you use juuuust the right pout and ask in the sweetest voice you have, Sun will do what you want. You don’t like using it, it feels like you’re manipulating him, but this is a situation that has you preparing for a finisher. You really hope you don’t have to go that far.

Sun still hasn’t moved but the sense of being watched has left you. His pupilless white eyes have focused back on the kitten in your arms. He had stopped petting the animal and instead had one of his large warm hands resting on the now sleeping feline’s back.

It’s a sweet scene, but the tension is palpable. You adore Sun and Moon but this is one of those times you wish their faces could move. You hate not knowing what’s going on in his head. You hate that you know you’re upsetting him.

“Sun?” You use your quiet pleading voice and watch as he simulates taking a deep breath.

“I wa-we were worried about you this morning. We thought you weren’t coming back.” Sun says in the quietest voice he has.

You’ve only heard it once before. It was about 3 months into your employment and you, (while emotionally exhausted and frustrated with how the Day Care Attendants had been neglected), ended up swearing to them that you would never leave the Plex for good. Not without taking them with you.

You can’t help but smile softly at him. They have just as much power over you – maybe more – as you have over them. You shift the bundle so the kitten is able to rest in one arm while the hand of your other comes to the bottom of Sun’s faceplate. Your thumb rests on the front while your pointer finger is behind the metal as you gently coax him to look you in the eye.

From far away it would seem Sun has nothing but white eyes, up close you can see how wrong that is. You’d spent enough time with him, up close and personal, to be able to just make out where the (you assume) paint was supposed to go. A small circular groove that outlines a pupil. Like this you can tell his white eyes are looking anywhere but at you.

“Sun.” Your prompt is quiet and questioning, he hesitates only a second before looking back at you.

Sun is almost completely slumped now, his body sagging sadly. This is one of those rare moments you are looking down to him. Usually, it would be followed by a joke of some sort. But this is different. This is a raw, vulnerable moment and if it were anyone but Sun or Moon, you’d have run before confronting that level of emotionality.

“Have I ever not come back?” You ask quietly, unconscious of your thumb lightly caressing – what would be – Sun’s chin.

Sun pauses then carefully shakes his head no, trying to be aware of his rays and your proximity. He’s hyper aware of your fingers on his face plate and is trying to cool his body quickly without the fans whirring too loudly to alert you. Your fingers are comforting though. If he could keep your hands on him forever, he would.

“So.” You pause for emphasis, unaware that you have startled the animatronic from his own thoughts. “I promise, no I swear on Freddy Fazbear himself that I will be back tomorrow. I’ll bring all sorts of pictures of this little guy and give you a full report of its health.”

You punctuate this declaration by giving a reassuring squeeze to his face plate that still rests between your fingers.

Sun whimpers at you. There is so much stimuli that he’s struggling to know what to focus on.

Finally, Sun responds with, “The Fazbear swear?”

Sun’s quiet still as he confirms what you’ve said. You give him a firm nod, but notice there’s still some hesitancy in his posture.

“Would a pinky promise make it stronger?” You ask.

Sun nods and straightens his back so he’s a little taller. He carefully moves so that he doesn’t remove his faceplate from your hand, and puts his pinky out. You have to let go of his face to link your smallest finger with his. You miss the sad huff that emanates from the day care attendant.

You make sure Sun’s looking in your eyes when you say again, “I promise I will come back to you both.”

Sun shivers but hopes you don’t notice - you do, you always do. You never say anything though. You’re honestly not sure what it means. Most often you chalk it up to being part of his machinery settling or something. He was good with telling you when something was wrong so you assumed the shivering was normal. Your knowledge base was in childcare not animatronics.

Sun is silent for another few seconds, you worry you may have to go for the nuclear option. Sun is clearly upset and you swallow hard, uncertain if you should go straight for the pout now or in a few seconds.

Finally, finally Sun fakes another sigh and with a sassy roll of his head he stands to his full height. “Fine. You can be gone for one - ONE day.” He holds a single finger up and close to your face. Sun doesn’t hold a stoic tone well though and you smile at him appreciatively. You can tell he isn’t as upset as you worried he might be. At least if his spinning rays were anything to go by.

“Thanks Sunny, I really appreciate it, I’m sure it’s tough for you to agree to this but I’ll owe you a favor, does that make it better?” You ask, digging your fazwatch from your pocket. You found them ugly and didn’t often wear it if you didn’t need to.

Sun ‘s rays spin faster and he bends at the waist so he’s eye level with you again. “Dealdealdeal!!!” He enthusiastically agrees, extending his hand to shake.

You laugh and happily shake in agreement.

Sun’s whole head spins this time in conjunction with the possibilities running through his mind. Maybe he’ll be able to ask for a kiss? It’s a scandalous thought, but sounds so so so lovely. Unknowingly, you interrupt his processors running through all the options with a question.

“Would it be ok to switch so Moon can see the kitten too?”

Sun is, not for the first time, thankful he can’t move his face. He knowns he’d be frowning otherwise. He’d never even pretend to not enjoy having all your attention on him. It was rare that long periods of time would pass with just the two of you but…but he knows that fair is fair and sharing is caring. With a quiet huff Sun nods his head and squats down again, arms open for a gentler hug.

You happily embrace him, the arm cradling the kitten turned away from his body. You bask in the warmth of him. You’d been trying to ignore the slight chill that came with giving your hoodie to a cat. It was a good cause of course, but being warm was good too.

Sun holds on to you longer than he knows is appropriate. He’s tried to be ok with ending hugs with you, but knowing he wouldn’t see you until tomorrow made it harder for him to let go. Sun makes another sad sound and tucks his face plate against your shoulder – rays retracting in as necessary to not get in the way

“I’m going to see you tomorrow my sweet summer sun.” You promise, lightly rubbing his back.

Sun nods against your shoulder and finally removes himself from you. It looks like he’s weighted down with his uncharacteristically lethargic movements. One of those warm hands cups your cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sunshine.” Sun mutters. He removes his hand from your face to reach past you, flicking off the lights before he has to deal with anything else that might make it even harder for him to let you leave.

The transformation is smooth, certainly much smoother than it used to be. Neither was good with relinquishing control in the early days and would often screech in pain when the other would try to force themselves to the front as soon as the lighting changed. It took a lot of patience and work to get them to learn how to change without hurting the other or themselves. Most of the work was with their feelings towards themselves.

Sun was open and would talk at great length about his thoughts and feelings but was difficult to challenge and get to think of things differently. Moon was better at hiding his emotions than Sun. Moon was guarded, deflective, and would go so far as to remove himself entirely in the midst of a conversation. It was months before you’d cracked his shell. That opened the flood gates and you’d found that Moon tended to feel things more deeply and personally than his twin.

You shake your head and look down to your arms. The mechanical whirs wake the kitten but only enough for it to open its eye before letting out an annoyed huff and falling back to sleep.

Your eyes don’t adjust quickly to the dark – something that you feel should have gotten better with the constant light to dark you experience. You’re pretty sure that’s not possible scientifically though. At least not yet.

Your blindness and musing cause you to miss the concern in Moon’s eyes before he steps close enough for the LEDs of his eyes to light you. His fingers twitch at his side as he beats down the urge to grab you. He isn’t sure if he’d pull you close or give you a harsh shake for the worrying he’s continued struggling with. Especially after you asked to have him shut out.

The heat of anger cools when Moon’s eyes finally meet your apologetic ones. It’s hard to stay mad at you.

“Is everything alright?” Moon’s voice is quiet, gravelly, and measured. You give him the most reassuring smile you can and nod.

“If something was wrong, I wouldn’t have asked Sun to close your communication line. I know it upsets you, but I’m proud of how well you’re both doing with it.” You pause to give another smile. You really are proud of them for being able to come back to being online without as much panic.

You knew there would be times they’d each want privacy and both agreed that was true. Just like with the distress tolerance of you being late you’ve been working with them to be more comfortable being in the metaphorical dark and taking that time for themselves to decompress.

Moon doesn’t respond so you continue your thought.

“I will always make sure you both know if something is wrong, I promised that and you know I don’t do promises.” You try to add a lighter tone to the end of this sentence hoping to break the tension that was starting to become a bit too much.

“Why did you block me out?” Moon’s cautious but you can hear the edge to his voice, you’re just not sure if it’s anger or hurt.

You move closer to Moon and reveal the sleeping kitten in your arms. Moon is silent as he looks down at the bundle of fur and hoodie you’re offering him. Moon’s systems take a moment to process what he’s seeing and what you’re trying to tell him. He wasn’t sure what to focus on. His hurt or curiosity?

Moon is quiet for a long time. You’re not sure what exactly he’s thinking but when he quietly asks to pet the small cat you nod vigorously.

Moon’s movements have always been slower and lighter than sun’s, the tips of his fingers hardly brush along the soft fur. He freezes then, seemingly uncertain what to do next. The kitten doesn’t even seem to notice the touch and Moon doesn’t know what to do next.

You smile fondly at Moon’s hesitance and lay your hand over his. Moon looks from the kitten, to your face, to your touching hands, in rapid succession as his mind furiously turns. He must have done something wrong. You must be touching him to move him from the kitten. He must have done something wrong wrong wrong wrong

“You don’t have to be so nervous Moon. I know you’re not going to hurt it. You’re doing great.” You try to sound as reassuring as you can and ignore the slight shaking of his frame. You know Moon has become skittish and nervous since the virus was cleared – he still sees himself as a killer and a danger. You’ve been working for months to change that perspective of his, but trauma is a bitch to work through.

Moon is silent as you lightly press his palm against the kitten and guide it slowly to demonstrate for him how to pet it. The kitten makes another ‘mrp’ as it lifts its head to look at him. Moon stills as he looks into the kitten’s eyes and watches it blink slowly at him.

Moon’s eyes turn to you and your smile is soft, he has the odd sensation that this is an intimate moment, the two of you close, touching, a small bundle in your arms. You remove your hand from his and he unconsciously continues petting the kitten. But when it starts to purr, he freezes again circuits buzzing with concern.

You’re quicker this time to comfort Moon. You assure him, “It’s ok, it’s a good sound, it means it feels safe and happy. You’re making it feel safe.” You keep your voice quiet, not wanting to cause any more alarm for the naptime animatronic as he copes with this new situation.

Moon looks to you again and thinks if he could cry this might be one of the moments he would. You’re looking at him so softly, like he’s something important and that you care about. You’re talking to him like he matters and logically he knows you do. But Moon often finds these are the moments it hits him. What being cared for actually feels like. What you caring for him feels like.

You take the silence as an invitation to speak. You quietly explain what happened like you had with sun. How you found the little thing and that it is likely going to need some medical care. You’re watching him as he stares at the cat who is starting to yawn and stretch.

“So…I’ll need the rest of today off to get ‘im looked at and brought home.” You inform with as much softness and warmth as you can. You know this won’t be easy for him. Unlike Sun, Moon is more likely to withdraw and decide that you are saying this to try and get away from him as opposed to the truth of wanting to get the cat medically cleared.

Moon stills and you know the anxiety is building in him. You don’t want him to dissociate and shut down so you press his hand against the purring kitten for some grounding before lifting that same hand to rest on the cheek of Moon’s faceplate. Moon’s watching you and you know he’s looking for any deception or lie in what you are telling him. His scarlet eyes bore into your soul and you stare back unyieldingly to show him your honesty.

Moon will feel guilty about this distrust later, you know it from experience. You would never hold it against him though. Moon’s been hurt and used and needs as much as you can give before he’ll let his guard down.

“I promise it will only be one day. I’ll come back tomorrow. I promise.” You reiterate yourself to ensure he knows how serious you are. You push up on your toes so you can press your forehead against the forehead of Moon’s faceplate. His hand is still on the kitten and the warmth from both of you makes him relent.

“You’ll come back tomorrow.” Moon says. It’s quiet and it’s a weak demand as opposed to a question.

“Absolutely.” You assert, keeping your eyes locked on his.

You can see and feel the tension Moon’s been holding start to sooth when the sound of his bells draws your attentions to the kitten again.

Tiny paws are batting at the bells on his wrist and nipping on the ribbons. In your discussions the small cat had turned itself on its back underneath Moon’s hand to get to the dangling pieces. You can’t help but snicker and a puff of air comes from Moon that you’ve learned to associate with a dry laugh.

Your forehead is still against Moon’s when he lets out a simulated sigh as he seems to accept that you’re going to be leaving for the day.

Moon presses his faceplate a little firmer against your forehead before he mutters, “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.” You agree with a nod, returning the slight pressure of your forehead to his. Moon’s shoulders shift and he hesitantly pulls away from you and the kitten. The hand that had been petting it rests on your cheek to match how you’re still holding his.

“Go slowly my lovely moon.” You whisper, asserting your promise with the mantra you had both decided to use for calming him down – especially if amongst others.

Moon hums and you can hear his cooling fans running on high before he quietly responds, “Go slowly.”

Moon moves away a bit more, both your hands fall from one another’s faces. Moon seems to hesitate a moment before pressing the unmoving smile of his face against your forehead.

Before you fully process what happened Moon pulls away and attaches to his wire. It quickly pulls him from you and into the vast darkness of the daycare.

You smile softly and turn to leave, knowing the boys will do just fine running the daycare themselves for a day.

Over the next few weeks, you come in with news and photos for them of the kitten as she grows and plays. You name her Comet to stick with the celestial theme of the daycare and assert that she is the daycare’s new mascot. It’s a few months later when you come in almost as excited as the day you first found the kitten.

You’re there early and wave Sun over. You tell him there’s a video you want them both to see.

“Oh yes yes yes!! I looove when you show us videos!!” Sun excitedly agrees. He pauses for a moment then nods, his rays spinning, “Moony’s watching too! Show us! Please?!”

You laugh at his enthusiasm and hit play on the video and it starts with Comet meowing long and loudly at the camera.

“Are you ready for bed?” Your voice asks from behind the camera. It’s pitched a bit higher and more cutesy than normal. Comet meows again and takes some steps forward, jumping onto your bed.

“Bed time little nugget? You’re in your sleepy spot.” You continue, zooming in on Comet. She’s making biscuits on pillow covered in her fur and purring so loudly even the phone picks it up. Her eyes blink slowly at you.

You were a little embarrassed by the baby voice you were using but hoped that it would slide as the video comes to the main part.

“Well, we can’t go to sleep without our buddies, can we?” You ask the kitten. She doesn’t respond but blinks slowly at the camera (you) and continues to purr and make biscuits.

From behind the camera comes into view a sun and moon plush - equal in size and both clearly fur covered as well. The kitten mewls, does a circle and lays down eyes locked on the two plushies. Her tail swishes slowly across the pillow and her paws slow in their kneading.

“Ok sweet pea let’s get you set up so you can sleep.” Your voice is quieter as you sit on the bed beside Comet. You set Moon on the left of her loafed form and Sun on the right effectively sandwiching your kitten between the DCA’s plush likenesses.

Your fingers remain in the frame as your thumb brushes up and down the bridge of Comet’s nose. She tilts her head back enough to sniff it. Comet yawns and stands, stretching her back in an arch. She circles again on the pillow then flops back so her head is on the Moon plush and the Sun is between her front paws.

You whisper loving words from behind the camera as Comet clearly falls asleep quickly, the video ending a few seconds after.

Sun has been cooing throughout the video and making quiet comments from both Moon and himself. It’s almost shocking to see how much bigger Comet is from when they first saw the thing almost a month ago.

But Sun goes quiet when the plushies enter the screen, he becomes unusually still and his white pupils are locked on the screen. You notice but don’t say anything, not wanting to break whatever little spell Sun seems to be under.

Sun feels his chassis swell with affection seeing how comfortable and loving the kitten is with his and Moon’s likenesses. Sun can’t help but feel a little jealous but imagines that he and Moon are really there with you both. He wonders what it would be like to have you and Comet curled against him and resting comfortably. Moon doesn’t comment but Sun can feel some warmth and love from his counterpart slipping through Moon’s barrier.

You wait a moment but when you get no other reaction from Sun you begin to swipe through the photos you took after the video of Comet curling with the toys and fast asleep. Sun seems to snap back to life and makes little “awws” as the pictures go by.

You’re looking at him and commenting on something about what’s in the picture when you swipe again. Sun freezes again but this is different from earlier. He’s seized and his fans are whirring at double speed. His voice box isn’t making coherent words but there’s a high-pitched whine that you’ve never heard before.

“Sun? Sun are you alright?” You ask before looking at the phone to see what must have caused such an extreme reaction.

Your eyes widen and your face heats up faster than you’ve ever experienced before. You did it. The dreaded swiping one picture too far.

Your screen shows a picture you took of yourself in your full-length mirror. Your back is what’s reflected and you’re looking over your shoulder making your best approximation of sultry/fuck me eyes. You are completely nude. Your ass is bare in the mirror in the photo and there’s clearly nothing covering your chest or any other part of you. If that wasn’t bad enough, also reflected in the mirror is your bed where the Sun and Moon plushies rest, seeming to be looking directly into the mirror. As though staring at your naked form.

Your embarrassment finally subsides enough for you to take action. You hit the power button and tear your phone away shoving it into your pocket. You’re babbling an excuse about needing to get back to work before booking it to the other side of the daycare.

You do your best to act as though nothing happened and to your relief so does Sun and Moon. You’re grateful they don’t bring it up. You have to leave as soon as your shift is done and wave good-night as you exit.

Sun clenches his hand together in nervousness. You have no idea. They can tell you don’t know. They are certain you are totally unaware that the photo you showed them has been memorized and filed away by both daycare attendants.

There’s unspoken uncertainty about what to do with the feeling of tingling circuits that erupted the moment they saw the photo. They know they’ve done something wrong and there’s brief flashes of guilt as they pull the picture up in their memory banks throughout the night. They feel bad for doing this.

But not bad enough to delete it.

#sundrop #moondrop #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant #stack of fuck shit #readerxSun/moon #readerxsun #readerxmoon

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clumsyenby · 3 years ago

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Hope im not bothering you but greetings! Can I ask for Glamrock Freddy or Monty with an s/o who looks either like a drawkill animatronic or withered. They've been through alot and are happy that they get to have someone there for them, it's ok if not!! ^^

masterlist + rules for requesting!

i'm not too familiar with drawkill animatronics so to avoid making too many inaccuracies, reader's animatronic look will be more similar to the withered fnaf 2-3 style with a bit of drawkill! hope this is what you were looking for, my apologies in advance for not writing the looks too in detail! it was hard for me to describe :( PS: this is the first time i'm writing with Greg in the story! hopefully i captured his cheeky yet sometimes snarky attitude accurately here :^) also, i got a bit too emotional with Freddy's part hence it being much longer than Monty's.. oops!

TW: reliving trauma, slight angst and brief mentions of blood; not in detail. adult animatronic, gender-neutral reader! total words: 7642

Even After Death, I'll Be With You

- after being salvaged by your animatronic lover in the sewers, they are determined to not leave your side. they never want to lose you, not again.

Legend: (Y/N) - Your Name (E/C) - Eye Colour (A/C) - Animatronic Colour

Glamrock Freddy (He/Him)

- 4882 words

"Gregory, why are we here?" The orange bear asks. He looks around, disgusted by the mounds of black plastic bags littering the area. Some bags had holes in it, its contents pouring out like a trash waterfall. Gregory grimaces at the sight of a cockroach scurrying past and tightened his grip on his animatronic guardian. "That night when I was running away from Chica after stealing her voice box, I found something.. I wanted to show you it and see if you knew what or who; it is." The boy responds. Freddy raises an eyebrow, curious. "Something? Or someone? Gregory, it is practically impossible for a human to live in this.. Filth."

Gregory shakes his head, "No, Freddy! Just trust me on this." The animatronic bear sighs and keeps his silence. He knew Gregory could be stubborn when he chose to, and this seemed like one of those situations. As hideous and disgusting the sewers could be, it was also a rather dangerous place. Freddy opened his stomach hatch, "Superstar, could you get inside? I am not comfortable with you exposed to all the bacteria in the air.."

Gregory frowned as he tugged on Freddy's hand. "We're almost there! You can carry me later on the way back." Freddy paused, seemingly thinking over the child's suggestion. He nodded, causing the child to cheer happily and run off. The bear grumbled and stomped after Gregory, muttering under his breath about how children had boundless energy.

Gregory abruptly came to a stop and excitedly turned around, waiting for Freddy to catch up. "Here!" He waved his hands around and jumped in place. Freddy scanned the area, a frown forming on his face. "I do not know what you want to show me, Gregory. I do not see anything peculiar.." Gregory huffed and pointed a finger to the ground. It was already hard to see in the dim lighting of the sewers, yet Freddy's optics could not find what Gregory had been desperately been trying to show him. Gregory had forgotten to bring a flashlight in his excitement over this trip 'down under'.

"Come on, Freddy! Use your Roxy eyes!" Gregory urged. Freddy gasped, his mind now clicking with the suggestion.

"That is a genius idea, Superstar! I had forgotten that I had those eyes to begin with," Freddy closes his eyes for a moment and switched Roxy's abilities on. After the disastrous event of Gregory being stuck in the Pizzaplex after-hours, he had managed to destroy and grab not only the original design of Roxy's eyes, but also Chica's voice box and Monty's claws within six hours. Call him brutal, but that was what he was; a brutal child.

Though some odd miracle, he had managed to befriend the security guard and get her assistance in returning the stolen parts to the robbed animatronics. Freddy needed not to return Roxy's eyes. He was instead upgraded with the option to turn the extra abilities of the optics on and off, whenever he chose to. The wolf that was stolen from was given a new pair of eyes, albeit not as advanced as her original pair. The three damaged animatronics came out of repairs in much better condition, albeit being a little scuffed up. They had no memory of the night prior, then being horrified after learning that they had attempted murder on an innocent child.

Freddy scanned the area once again, purple outlines showing around his surroundings. Gregory groaned, "Down, Freddy!" He followed the child's instructions, gasping when he spotted it. He picked the item up with shaking hands. He held a hand much smaller than his, covered in (A/C) fur. Gregory stood on his tip-toes, looking at Freddy with curious eyes. "Does this mean anything? I accidentally tripped over it when running from Chica."

Freddy exhaled, his breaths shaky and nervous. "This hand.. It belonged to someone dear to me.." Gregory perks up, "By any chance, did they have bunny ears?"

Freddy froze. Hearing of the specific body part almost caused his knees to buckle, his shocked state overriding his control of his body. Gregory grabbed at his arm tightly, pulling him back. "Freddy! Be careful," He said worriedly.

Freddy paused, trying to find the right words. "Gregory, please be honest.. There is no bunny down here, is there?" Gregory furrowed his eyebrows, "I haven't lied to you at all! There really is a bunny here, I just have no idea where they are..." As he trailed off, the sound of soft squeaking reached their ears. The brunette grinned, running towards the sound. His animatronic bear of a guardian gasped as the child bolted. "Gregory! What have I told you about running off?" He called out as he quickly followed behind, clutching the metal hand close to his chest, where his heart would be; if he had a physical one.

Gregory came to a stop and peered around the corner of a pillar, letting out an excited gasp. "Freddy! I found the bunny!"

Just as Gregory came into clear view, Freddy stood still in his tracks. Gregory was not lying, there really was a bunny. Freddy took small, slow steps as he inched closer. It could not be who he thought it was- right? This bunny had been decommissioned years ago, right after the other bunny had disappeared as well.

"(Y/N)?" Your name felt odd for Freddy to whisper after all this time. It felt illegal, as if he had said a word that was not allowed at a Pizzaplex. Had it been a curse word, it would have sounded crackled and glitched, his voice filter doing its job. Yet, here he stood, saying your name as clear as the crystals his eyes resembled.

It had become routine for him to wash away any feelings and thoughts of you away after the bad news of you being decommissioned. It was hard for Freddy to move on. Truth be told, he never had moved on. He just chose to bury his feelings and avoid anything that reminded him of the bunnies.

But, there you were, crumpled on the ground. It was hard to see properly in the practically pitch black corner of the sewers, yet Freddy knew it was you. He had memorized every inch of you, he knew for certain that the broken animatronic in front of him was you.

He watched as your left arm jolted upon saying your name. "Greg..?" Your voice came out garbled and practically incoherent, yet the child was quick to catch onto your words. "Bunny! You're alive!" He exclaimed. Gregory wanted to touch you, to help you up, but as he watched the sparks fly out from your other arm, he hesitated. The last thing he wanted to be was electrocuted.

"You came back.." You replied softly, your voice down to a whisper. You sounded tired and your speech was slurred; just as how the animatronics sounded when low on power. Gregory grinned, "I told you I would! I brought someone to help us,"

You finally opened the only eye you had left. "It- Impossible.. To help..." You said, reaching out your right arm to pat the child on the head. You paused, gazing at the joint where a hand should be attached to your arm. "Forgot.. hand- Lost.." You laughed, though it came out more as a pitiful wheeze.

Freddy stepped forward, "I believe I have found it," Freddy had never been one for confrontation; he was never trained for such a situation. Especially one like this, finding his supposed decommissioned animatronic friend in the sewers with a human child he adopted not too long ago.

Your eye widened, finally recognizing the bear that stood in front of you. "F-Fred-dy..?" You choked out. Said bear bent down to your level pulling you gently into a hug. He ignored how your open wires sent small painful shockwaves through his system and savored having you in his arms. Freddy never had the chance to said goodbye to you. All he knew was that the last time he saw you was that you were going to check something out at Monty Golf for your older brother; his best friend, Bonnie. The next morning, both you and Bonnie had gone missing. He was only told a week later that both bunnies were decommissioned.

Upon hearing from a child that wishes do come true, he looked up at the fake stars on the ceilings of the Pizzaplex. For a year, he wished on every night, without fail. He wished to see either you and your brother again. He wished on every single star. He finally gave up when nothing seemed to change.

It seemed that his wish was finally granted, though it was years too late.

If Freddy could shed tears, he would have cried a river at that moment. He was so relieved to see you alive. You were indeed broken, but it was not beyond repair. He knew it was; You had to be. Freddy knew that he would do anything in his power to salvage and fix you, even if it cost him his parts.

Though Freddy did not know the whole story, he knew one thing for sure. You never deserved anything that had happened.

Freddy's voice box garbled and hitched, making odd sounds. The bear was indeed crying, yet such sounds terrified the child next to him. "Freddy? Are you okay?!" He asked, taking a step back. Gregory did not know what to think, was Freddy getting possessed just like how the other Glamrocks said they were on that fateful night? Should he have regretted bringing Freddy here?

Freddy looked up, eyes wide. He had forgotten that Gregory was there. He chuckled awkwardly, "Everything is alright, Superstar.. I was uh- crying.." The child squinted his eyes at Freddy. "You.. Can cry? I thought that was just a Roxy thing.. Is it because of those eyes?" Freddy chuckles at Gregory's curiosity. "This bunny.. They're someone very special to me and I have not seen them for years. How did you find them?" He asks.

Gregory grinned, his front two teeth cheekily sticking out. "Bunny helped me find the generators when I was running from Chica! I promised them that I would come back to help return the favour," Freddy hummed, patting the child's head. "Thank you, Gregory.. I thought that I would never see them again."

Freddy looks down to check on you again, only to go into panic mode when he had noticed your eye was closed. He gasped, shaking your damaged form as lightly as he could. "(Y/N)? Don't close your eye, please.. I'm right here!" The bear was getting anxious. He did not know if there would be any time left, or if he was on a timer to save you. Had time already run out? Was it too late?

Sounds of wheels behind them caused Gregory's hair to stand. He took a daring glimpse, only to slap a hand onto his mouth to stifle a scream. Marionette bots had spotted them and were advancing onto them quickly. The bots had terrifying grins painted onto their faces.

Gregory springs up, "Freddy, we've got to get them into the Parts and Services! NOW!" For once, the child was being the logical one. Freddy nods and opens up his chest compartment. "Hurry in, Gregory! We must save (Y/N)!" The child hops in with ease, used to the motion. He grumbles as he was knocked head-first onto the metal endoskeleton behind him. "Freddy!" He groaned in pain.

The bear's voice box lets out a startled yet garbled sound, the word distorted. "Apologies, Gregory. I must pick up (Y/N) and run to Parts and Services. The ride will be bumpy for a bit, so I suggest holding onto something. Hold onto it tightly." He instructs, bending down to position himself to pick your frail body up.

He gave Gregory a moment, "Okay Freddy, I'm good! Don't worry about me!" Freddy hums in response, placing you into his arms as gently as he could. A soft groan escaped your lips, your head lolling back and hit his shoulder with a thump. Freddy grimaced, it was as graceful as he could do in that moment. He looks down at what remained of your face; your bunny ears bent in half, the missing patches of fur that exposed the many wires that powered you, and the closed eye that held his favourite colour. He nuzzles your closed eyelid, "Hang in there (Y/N), please. I promise I'll put you back together."

"Freddy! You're supposed to be- What are you carrying?" Vanessa yelled, only stopping abruptly when her gaze landed on your body. Freddy smiles, "My best friend! You must know (Y/N), they are Bonnie's little sibling. They were decommissioned a few years ago.." His voice drops to a solemn tone at the mention of your gruesome fate. Vanessa shrugged, "I'm not too familiar with Bonnie or them, but I have seen old posters of them around."

Freddy enters Parts & Services with Gregory and Vanessa in tow, hurriedly placing you onto the chair, inside the protective cylinder. Gregory whizzes back and forth in the room, rummaging through open boxes to find animatronic pieces to help his father figure. Vanessa only stutters at the door, astonished at how fast things were going. "F-Freddy- You can't!-" She shouts, trying to stop the bear. But, to no avail. The bear was on a mission, and he was determined to get you back in somewhat working condition. Getting you to see and talk properly was more than enough for him.

Gregory almost falls onto the floor, stumbling on a loose piece of metal. He grins at Freddy, showing the animatronic his finds. "I found Chica's original voice box, two paws from Roxy's stash and eyes from a box hidden in the back! It said 'Bunny eyes', so I thought it was suitable," The child was proud of his finds, happy to be of help to Freddy. Freddy hums, patting the child on the head. "Good job, Superstar! Now, let's get them all fixed up."

"FREDDY!" Vanessa yelled his name again. The duo stopped in their tracks, turning back to look at the security guard with large eyes. She pauses, holding up a hand as she took a deep breath. "Freddy, Gregory, sorry for yelling. But, you cannot just repair up a random animatronic, a decommissioned one at that!" Gregory opens his mouth to respond, a snarky remark already at the back of his tongue. Vanessa glared at him, prompting him to wait as she continued to speak.

"Not to mention, management is still keeping an eye on me regarding that night! They want updates regarding the child that broke in..." She raised and eyebrow at said child. Gregory giggles awkwardly, a small thumbs-up sent her way. Vanessa sighed exasperatedly, rubbing her forehead. Her migraine was starting to come in again. "I understand that you want to repair your friend, Freddy. I would allow you if it was up to me.. But, we have too many risks involved, have you even thought of the possible repercussions if management finds out?" Freddy kept silent. There was a pregnant pause in the atmosphere.

Vanessa nods to herself, assuming the pair had understood her points. "Glad you two get it.. Now, please return them from where you found-"

"Officer Vanessa, I cannot."

She looked at him with a deadpanned expression. Vanessa knew Freddy was naturally stubborn, he would push and push until things gone his way. Just like Gregory. Like father, like son. Yet, she could see the desperation in his face and hear the heartbreak in his voice. "Why not? You've gone years without them, Freddy. Be thankful that you even managed to see them again." She responded.

"Officer Vanessa.. I.. I love them. I never had the chance to tell them my feelings before they disappeared. They are my best friend, they always put me back together when I felt like I was falling apart. Now, it is my turn to return the favour."

The blonde blinked. She has never heard the bear utter those three words in her time of working with him. She squinted her eyes, "Did you just say that you loved them?"

Freddy nodded immediately, a small smile playing on his face. "It feels so freeing to say it openly now.. I do love them; I've always loved them. Suppressing my feelings until now had felt so stifling. I am glad to finally have that weight off me." Vanessa's rigid posture slackened. What was she to do now? Especially with an in-love animatronic, desperate to save his beloved?

She glanced at Gregory, silently asking for help. He showed her the animatronic parts he held. "Come on, Van! Do it for love, huh?" He grinned. Vanessa sighed, finally giving in. She walked up to them and glanced at the bear.

"Are you sure about this?" She asked. Freddy smiled, his eyes conveying the gratitude he felt. "Yes, Officer Vanessa. I will do anything to fix them." Vanessa nodded, and looked away. She knew she would be fired if management found out, and possibly even be served with a lawsuit. Too many risks. Another glance at Freddy; he was gazing at you. She could see his true feelings, all the love and pain he felt. Freddy reminded her of herself when she lost a loved one as well. Gregory's words bounced in her mind, Do it for love!

That sealed her final decision. She cracked her knuckles, turning on the upgrade computer.

Welcome to Parts and Service. Please select your desired procedure.

Vanessa turned to Freddy. He nodded. No turning back now. "Can we do the eyes first?" Gregory asked. "I was planning to do the voice box first-" Freddy replied, only to be cut off by Gregory. "-Please! The eyes are my favourite part of upgrading!" After a moment, Freddy agreed. "Alright, Superstar." Vanessa clicked Ocular Upgrade on the computer.

Please enter the protective cylinder to continue.

"Be careful." Vanessa said softly to the duo. Gregory blew through his lips, "I've done it like, three times but, I'm practically an expert now! No need to worry!" Freddy shook his head, chuckling at the child's antics. "We will be safe. I am sure that I know how upgrading goes, considering it is often done on me." He reassured her.

It was only then, in the bright lighting of the protective cylinder, was when Freddy realised much damage your body had. Your entire endoskeleton was practically showing, save for the small patches of (A/C) fur that covered some parts. On the patches of remaining fur, there were small splotches of red. Freddy grimaced, he did not want to think of what the splotches were. Your metal ribcage showed clearly; It made Vanessa involuntarily shiver.

Your ears were bent and flopped over at an unnatural angle; whereas your ears should be firmly standing straight, just like your older brother. You only had a single eye, the other only had a red 'iris' remaining. Your jaw hung open, your once pearly-white teeth now a mix of black and yellow from neglect. Sparks of electricity came out of your right arm, wires dangerously open. A hand was missing from your left arm.

Wait.. The missing hand!

Freddy patted his body, turning left and right. Gregory tilted his head, "Freddy?" Said bear gasped, "Superstar, have you seen their missing hand? I must have accidentally dropped it.." His voice was full of shame and regret. He berated himself mentally, how could he be so stupid for dropping such an important part?

"Oh! It's in my pocket," The child giggled. He knew Freddy was pre-occupied over the discovery of his friend and took it upon himself to stow away the part. Freddy let out a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Superstar. Shall we get started?"

I love them.. Were the last things you heard before shutting down.

Rebooting... SAFE MODE

Soft voices caused you to slowly open your eyes, pulling you out of your slumber. As your sight adjusted, you noticed a blurry figure in front of you. The figure gasped, turning to the side. "Look! They're awake!" The figure cheered. Your eyesight finally cleared up and you came face to face with a child. His brown eyes sparkled brightly in excitement, "Bunny! You're okay!"

Your processors were still quite slow, taking a moment to take in everything. Your mind finally matched the familiar voice to the child's looks. "Greg..? I-Is th-at- you?" You replied. Your voice was hoarse and choppy. It sounded robotic and monotone, unlike the Glamrocks' voices which were always full of emotion. Gregory giggled, "Yes! I promised that I would help you, just like how you helped me. So.. Here we are!" He motioned to his surroundings. Your eyes followed, the bright lights from the protective cylinder causing you to reflexively lift a hand to shield yourself.

You paused, noticing the hand. It was the hand that had become detached, its (A/C) colour a darker shade than the rest of your body. It had rolled into the filth of the sewers after falling off. You did not have your other arm to pick it up, ultimately deciding to leave it there. It had fallen off after your run-in with Gregory, using what was left of your body to shield him from Chica and the white bunny that chased after him.

You glanced around your body, finding new parts that you swore had not belonged to you before. An odd gray silver paw was attached to your right leg, a mismatch in comparison to your (A/C) paw. You lifted your right arm, noticing that an whole new arm had been put in entirely. This new arm was orange in colour, freshly painted claws in the colour of blue at the end. You recognised this shade of orange.

Your head snapped up, looking outside of the protective cylinder. On the other side, stood a blonde security guard and the animatronic bear. He smiled, lifting his remaining arm to wave at you. "I'm glad to see you awake, (Y/N)." He moved closer, swapping places with Gregory. The child went to stand next to Vanessa, exchanging an enthusiastic fist-bump with her. You could hear the smugness in his voice, "I told you it would work!"

"Is it odd that they're the only one with fur?" Vanessa asked. Gregory showed her his Fazwatch, an old photograph of you dancing with children on it. "Apparently they taught dance? They probably were like Sun, interacting with children more often than Freddy." He responded. Vanessa agreed. "To avoid incidents, they probably had to be furry and plush.." She muttered to herself.

"Freddy- You- Arm.." You whispered, still in disbelief. He put a finger to your lips, a playful disapproving look on his face. "Do not overexert yourself, (Y/N).. We will have a lot of time to talk and catch up." He takes a proper look at your face. Both of your eyes were open, one (E/C) and the other a shade of purple, gazing back into his very own. Your new eye was supposed to be your brother's. Freddy could now see his best friend in that eye, he only hoped that Bonnie would be proud of him.

"I mis-sed you.. Freddy.. Never got- To say goo-dbye.." You croaked out. Freddy envelops you in a hug, his left arm sliding down to hold you properly. You could feel him quiver and shudder as you wrapped your arms around him to pull him closer. This hug was tighter than you knew Freddy's regular hugs were. It felt more desperate, more caring, more loving. His voice box sputtering and glitching made Vanessa gasp.

"Is he okay?" You heard her ask. Gregory waved a hand dismissively at her, "Apparently, he can cry too!" Vanessa raised an eyebrow. "Really? I thought that was a Roxy thing." Gregory claps his hands, "That's what I said!"

Freddy was crying. He was crying over you. You hummed, trying not to strain your voice and rubbed his back. "Why- Crying?" You whispered. The bear only squeezes you tighter, burying his head in your shoulder. "I never got to tell you my feelings, (Y/N). I think now is a fitting time.." He responded, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes.

He cups your cheek, careful not to touch the areas with missing fur so as not to disturb the exposed wires. "(Y/N).. I love you. I've loved you since the night we snuck onto the roof to go star-gazing three years ago; I never stopped loving you, even after you left."

You leaned into his touch, nuzzling his nose with yours. "I know. I wish... Had- the time to tell you- that I- Love you too.." Freddy smiled widely from your response, placing a kiss on your forehead before embracing you again. "We'll have all of eternity to say all the 'I love yous', sweetheart. I'm so happy to have you back." Your heart fluttered at the familiar nickname. Freddy had only reserved that nickname for you.

You heard Gregory cheer in the background. "WOOHOOOO! Mission accomplished!" He threw a fist into the air happily. Vanessa clicked her tongue, "Not to dampen the party, but where are you going to hide them?"

Freddy pulls away from you, his eyes wide in shock. "Right.. I forgot about that."

You huddled under the blanket, curling yourself into as small of a ball as possible. You were panting and your body was shivering uncontrollably. You could feel your insides begin to overheat, the cooling fans kicking in immediately. The metal door of Freddy's storeroom slid open, revealing your boyfriend. He hurried over to you, his strong stomps making the ground vibrate. "Sweetheart, are you alright? Why are you crying?" He asked gently, pulling you into his arms. He watched worriedly as your eyes blanked, quiet sputtering and sobs escaping from your voice box.

He jolted in surprise when you yelled. "No, please! Leave me alone!" He ignored the weak thumps you placed on his chest, rubbing your back comfortingly. "It is only me, Freddy." He says on repeat until you finished, crumpling like a piece of paper on him. He caught your body effortlessly and continued to rub your back.

Your eyesight cleared, finally seeing your boyfriend comforting you. "F-Freddy?" You croaked out. Your voice was hoarse, tired from crying. "Yes, sweetheart. Are you okay?" He asked gently. You shook your head, curling your arms around his neck. "I had a flashback, of sorts.. I remembered everything on the night I was decommissioned."

"Do you want to talk about it?" He prods. He wanted to know everything that had gone down that night; this was the first time you had brought it up since the day you were repaired. You glanced at your orange hand, a matching one to Freddy's. His selfless act of sacrificing a part of himself to save you only reminded you of his dedication to you. You knew Freddy would be there through thick and thin.

"I remember seeing Monty attack Bonnie.. Then I tried to stop it, but I saw his eyes.." You whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder. You felt Freddy freeze at the mention of his bandmate and his best friend. It was no surprise that the smallest mention of your older brother was still a sensitive subject for him.

"His eyes?" He replied, his down to a shaky whisper. Freddy blamed Monty for the decommission of both you and Bonnie. But deep down, he did not want to. It was the good in him, fighting his logical thinking. It filled his mind with all the 'What ifs' - What if Monty did not kill you and Bonnie? What if it was someone else?

"His eyes weren't red.. They were this vibrant purple."

Freddy paused. Purple? Why would Monty's eyes be purple? He made note to bring it up to Gregory and Vanessa when they came in for the night shift.

"Thank you for sharing that with me, sweetheart. I'm glad that you trust me enough to talk about this-" He started but was cut-off. You kissed his nose, a small laugh escaping from you due to the honk of his nose. "Thank you for always being there, Freddy." You said softly, earning a grin from him.

Freddy pulls you up, effortlessly carrying you into his arms as he exited the storage room. He sat on the couch of his room, still keeping you in his grasp. He purred happily, the warmth from his body spreading to yours. You stayed in the cuddle, finally relaxing completely in his arms.

"I love you." He whispered. You giggled and returned his declaration of love. There was nowhere else you would prefer to be.

The door of Freddy's room slid open. You heard a gasp, snapping your head away to look at the intruder. Gregory stood at the door, a frown on his face. "How could you leave me out?" He asked, his frown quickly replaced by his signature cheeky smile as he walked nearer. You opened your arms, accepting the child into the cuddle pile. Freddy's purrs only grew louder. It was an oddly mismatched family, but Freddy would not have it any other way.

Montgomery Gator (He/Him)

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"Where are they?!" Monty roared after reaching Parts and Services. He had caught wind of someone dear to him being repaired during a meet-and-greet and rushed out immediately. He left behind two S.T.A.F.F bots having to apologise for the gator's actions and redirected them to the other Glamrocks instead.

Gregory stepped out of the protective cylinder, a grin on his face. "Monty! You might wanna look at this." Monty gasped as he got closer. The animatronic laying still on the chair was someone that Monty thought he would never see again. He fell to his knees, his hands as gentle as could be as he touched the animatronic. "Baby? Is that you?" He asked. He ignored the way his voice cracked, too preoccupied in the moment to care.

The animatronic lifted a hand, waving it blindly in the air before coming into contact with Monty's face. Their hand moved around, getting a proper feel. "Mon-ty?" They whispered. Said gator threw his arms around the animatronic, pulling them as close to him as he physically could. "Shh, it's me.. Save your voice, I'll be here." He whispered.

"Who the hell is that?" Vanessa's voice echoed from the entrance of Parts and Services. Monty snapped around, a growl emitting from the back of his throat. "My partner, (Y/N)." The blonde looked back at him confusedly, "Did you just say partner-?" Gregory tugged at Vanessa's hand, pulling her away from you and Monty. "I'll explain everything, just give them some alone time," He said hurriedly, not wanting to face the wrath of Monty's temper.

As Gregory managed to get Vanessa out of the room, Monty turned his gaze back onto you. His eyes widened as his eyes travelled around your body, inspecting every nook and cranny. Wires were sticking out and exposed, small flicks of electricity escaping through them. Large chunks of metal were missing on your casing, exposing your endoskeleton. He could see the metal ribs that protected majority of your wires. A shudder ran through him. He knew what him and his friends looked like without the metal casing, but seeing it in the condition you were in was oddly terrifying to him.

He noticed a silvery grey arm attached to your right, the green claws at the tip was a familiar sight to him. Gregory must have used a spare Roxy arm, he concluded.

He caressed your face gently, running his hand to the tip of your fox ears. Your ears flicked in response to the stimulation. He chuckled at that, it was one of his favourite things of you. Your eyes finally opened, revealing the (E/C) shade he adored so much. "Hey," You said with a small smile. You leaned into his touch, his face moving closer to the point that his snout nuzzled your own. You closed your eyes contentedly, savoring the moment.

Then he thwacked your forehead. You flinched, glaring at him. "That's what you get for leaving me alone for two years. Ya hear me?! TWO YEARS!" He growled playfully and rubbed the spot on your forehead, placing a kiss on it afterwards. "Just kidding babe, I'm so happy to see you alive."

He was telling the truth. After you were decommissioned on the same day as your animatronic counterpart, Foxy, for unclear reasons, Monty had gone on a rampage. He tore and ruined anything in his sight, almost even hitting a child; had Chica not been quick to scoop up the child away to safety. His world that was painted vibrantly in your favourite colours, had gone dull and grey. Things were never the same after that. Monty had spiraled in your absence, resorting to more regular destructive behavior. He often took it out on himself, trashing his green room and effectively, conveniently trashing himself as well. It had gotten to the point where management was considering resetting him; his metal casing on a new endoskeleton, a new animatronic.

Would it be wrong for Monty to say that deep down, that was what he wanted? He no longer found joy in the things he loved. Everything reminded him of you - From the way you would laugh when he tried to teach you how to play golf, to the way you miserably failed in playing his bass, to even the smallest sight of your certain animatronic 'skin' shade that would cause him to snap.

Then came the night where Gregory had barreled recklessly into the Glamrocks' lives. A child stuck in the Pizzaplex? An odd possibility. But said child running from animatronics that tried to murder him? That was practically unheard of. Yet, it happened. Monty had no recollection of that fateful night. All he remembered was waking up with only his torso, his legs missing and claws attached to Freddy. He thought he was in some weird version of animatronic hell.

After learning the truth of that night, Monty had vowed to himself to make it up to Gregory. Sure, the big tough gator did dislike children in general. but he felt like he had to make it up to Gregory for trying to murder him, even if he was not in control. He did find himself enjoying his time with the child, eventually coming to see him as his own. Though Gregory did prefer Freddy, he did see Monty as some sort of animatronic uncle. Monty was just relieved that the child did not hold a grudge, though Gregory used it as an excuse at times to win their weekly golf matches.

That had been his life in your absence. Destruction upon destruction, followed by befriending a child. Though it had taken a turn for the better for him, Monty still felt the rather large hole in his heart; something that only be filled by you.

And thankfully for him, his heart would be whole again from now on.

Your arms tightened around Monty's neck as you experienced another flashback. It was the traumatic night of when you were ripped from Monty's arms by management. Management said you were not in trouble, you just had to go on a new adventure with Foxy; without any prior notice. You would be moved to a new pizzeria, (Y/N)! Management claimed.

You still remembered the painful crackling sound that came from Monty's voice box as he was held back by the other Glamrocks, while you were held in place by management. Being a shorter animatronic in comparison to the rest also meant that you did not weigh as much either; an easy job to carry around for two S.T.A.F.F. bots that followed their human bosses. You could still hear your boyfriend's sobs, begging you for stay. He knew you never wanted to leave. He would move to the new pizzeria to be with you, if he could. But, being a Glamrock denied him from his very desire.

You were indeed moved to the newest Fazbear Entertainment branch with your counterpart. Though it was a forced new beginning, you and Foxy had loved it there. The new branch focused on the side animatronics, straying away form the Glamrocks. It was decided that the main branch was the only branch to have the Glamrocks, in order to keep it as the most popular branch.

You and Foxy were given your own green rooms for meet-and-greets, along with a large room that was often used as a 'jungle' for children to scour for treasure in, following in yours and Foxy's theme. There was even a new daycare, albeit smaller than the original. It featured a new animatronic, Star. It was said that she was the younger sibling of the famous Sun and Moon, though she had never actually met them.

Foxy taught children how to be courageous and to reach for your dreams. You taught children, most often the shy ones and little girls, that it was okay to be different. That it was okay to want to be a pirate like the many little boys that looked up to Foxy, even if they were different. In many ways, you were the odd one out in comparison to the other animatronics. You were the shortest and not to mention, the youngest of the original bunch.

It was going well for the first few months until a new pizzeria opened up around the block, its attractive prices and not to mention, higher quality of food, led away regular customers. The second branch soon became unprofitable. Everything had to become scrapped - even you and Foxy.

You barely remembered anything during the decommissioning process, but you knew something was wrong. You could see it from your sensors going wild, red warning signs everywhere on your sights. You wanted desperately to open your eyes and to run away, fight back; anything! Yet, fate seemed to side with your enemies. You had no other choice but to be paralyzed as a limb was ripped out from your body, followed by an eye, then another limb. It was not physically painful, yet it filled you with so much emotional pain. The sound of your metal casing being torn open would forever remain ingrained in your memories. The worst part of it all, was that you knew Foxy and Star had no idea of what was coming for them either.

When it was all over, you were dumped in the sewers of the original Pizzaplex - your home. You wanted to scream and shout for help, yet it was impossible. Your servers were down, unable to connect to any nearby connection to send a message. You could barely walk properly, dropping a piece of metal with every few steps. Oddly enough, it was like a slime trail of a snail's, except yours were metal pieces.

It was lonely in the sewers. To keep you company, you relived every single memory you had with your friends, and especially, Monty. He was a light in your life in this dark time, your only hope that kept you going. You stayed alive in hopes to see him once more. Your prayers were answered, a little angel devil named Gregory was sent your way. He had managed to not only save you from the sewers, but repaired you all by himself. Gregory knew Freddy would have fumed if he found out about the child's actions.

Monty's hands drew small shapes onto your back slowly, the action pulling you out of your flashback. He grinned brightly as he saw you return 'to consciousness'. "Everything alright, babe?" You sighed and slumped against him, burying your face in his shoulder. "It's a bad day to remember traumatic experiences," You muttered. This day already had a hefty significance to begin with; it was exactly the third anniversary of your decommissioning. It was the same also for Foxy and Star.

You mourned the loss of your counterpart, your best friend and ultimately, older brother figure. He had always been there for you from the start, from the day you were activated to his very last breath. He showed you the ropes of being a pirate's apprentice, taught you advice that older siblings would know and comforted you on nights when you missed Monty more than normal. He often reminisced his memories with his friends and retold them to you, his stories sometimes coming off more dramatic that it should be. You loved him like no other, he was all you had left.

You mourned the loss of Star, her smile brightening up any room. In a way, you saw her as a younger sibling as well. You knew Sun and Moon would be feeling the same way, a small hole in their hearts from losing the little sister they never had the chance to meet. They would have been a terrible trio - Star was the perfect mix of cheery as with Sun, and cheeky as with Moon. She would have been the center of all the pranks, laughing up a storm every time.

"Ya know, I miss Foxy too.. He was always such a champ for playing golf with me even at the oddest hours," Your boyfriend says with a light tone. He was trying to strike up a conversation to pull you away from the dark realm that was your painful memories. He supported you when you wanted to enter the darkness, to reopen wounds so that they could heal and properly scar. But, he could not help himself with worrying too much. He lost you once, he was determined not to let it happen again.

You giggled at his words. "You would've loved Star if you had met her, Mon.. She was as mischievous as you were," He nuzzles your snout with his own. "I bet she would be no match against you and I in prank-wars."

You finally felt happy and safe in your lover's arms. However, you could feel the worry practically wafting off him. You knew what was bothering him. Ever since he had gotten you back, he took special precautions not to mention you to any other animatronic or human being. Only Vanessa and Gregory knew of you, who was hidden away in his green room that was almost never open to visitors. You were yet to see your other friends again. You were more than ready to do so, but Monty's hesitance was what kept you hidden. You understood his fears and always tried your best to calm him down when you could.

You pulled up his signature star-framed sunglasses, perching it on his forehead. He raised an eyebrow, his red eyes looking at you questionably. You ran a hand through his red mohawk, smiling to yourself when you heard him purr. It was your second favourite sound, his singing being the first.

"Remember that night when we snuck onto the rooftop to stargaze?" You asked. A grin appears on his face as he remembered the fond memory. "I asked you to be my partner that night!" He replied enthusiastically. You nodded. You knew if your metal cheeks could change colour, you would have been blushing at the remembrance of that eventful night.

"Look, (Y/N). I have no other way to explain this, but this funky gator right here: ME," Monty pointed at himself. "Is in love with you. Don't ask me how, don't ask me why. I just know I am in love with you, and I will give you everything I can if you would let me be yours." You could see the truth of his words in his eyes. You were never planning to confess about your feelings for him to anyone, but here he was, baring his heart to you.

"You were so confident that night," You teased. Monty blew a raspberry, licking your snout at the end. "I was a nervous wreck you know, I was planning to hide in solitude for all eternity if you rejected me." He pouted, earning him a peck on his nose.

"Do you remember what I said that night?" You asked. Monty grinned, "The 'I love yous'?" You shook your head. "Yes, but something else as well." He pursed his lips, pondering. He truly had no idea what the answer was, he only remembered being too giddy after winning your affections. A kiss from you that night was enough to send him into overheating.

"Even after death, I'll be with you." You finally answered your own question. Monty's grin drops, looking at you with a small frown. He never liked being reminded of your decommission. He chose to ignore it when possible, cherishing every moment he had with you instead. "Even if I get decommissioned again, I'll find my way back to you. If I did it once; I'll do it again and again, and again, just so that I can be with you." You whispered, cupping his cheek. This sentence was new, a new meaning to the original phrase. You adored him so much, and you knew that you would gladly go through it all over again, if it meant that you could be in his arms at the end of it.

Monty's breath hitches, a choked sob escaping him. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, using his tail as an extra measure. He wanted you to feel all the love he had for you, the feeling only getting stronger with every loving word you spoke to him. He kissed you, a cheeky grin on his face at the end of it.

"Would it be crazy if I asked you to marry me, right now? I don't even know if animatronics can get married."

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inkdemonapologist · 4 years ago

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[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]

REMEMBER BACK WHEN WE GOT INVITED TO A MASQUERADE??? And we figured out the masquerade guests are definitely the sacrifice meant to summon their eldritch deity and that the party will probably be the location of the final ritual? ANYWAY WE’RE CRASHING THE PARTY, which means we need costumes.

The party is Alice in Wonderland themed; Sammy hasn’t read the book but got kin-assigned the March Hare by Joey, so naturally i’ve been doing nothing but drawing this loser in a dapper rabbit costume for an entire week

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Anyway have a little smattering of out-of-context quotes from session 11

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Sammy] Sammy just has no magical powers. [Jack] YET. [Sammy] Yet. Correct. ...He doesn't want any. [GM] Half of him doesn't want any. [Sammy] That's... accurate, yeah. Half of him ALSO wants the OTHER half of him to stop having magical powers. [Jack] No Magical Girl transformation? [GM] *laughing* Is that what that is? [Jack] I'd watch a magical anime where the main character drugs themself and then becomes a weird... religious... madman! [Sammy] That does sound compelling! Maybe you should see if you can find a franchise that contains that element, and then become a big fan of it and draw a bunch of fanart for some reason. [Jack] Yeah, I dunno, I mean... it's so tiring getting into new media, I need to get a friend who will drag me into it. [Henry] And then you guys can start a roleplaying game with it and drag me into it! [GM] There's an idea! [Jack] Yeah! Someone should get on that! [GM] And if there was such a theoretical game... people might have to figure... what they're doing when they wake up!

[Sammy] We were put in a situation before where we were told that the only thing we could do was kill the host, but we found a way around it last time, [Peter] What way was that? [Sammy] Complicated.

[GM] Henry is the first to notice the apparent cultist, camping out, looking tired, trying to spot you guys. [Henry] Uh, Henry is just going to tap Sammy on the arm and point him out. [Jack] Bros! You've got to unionise! Look at these working conditions! [GM] Maybe one of these days you won't spot them, right? Hope springs eternal!

[GM] Okay, you can make an intimidate! [Sammy] Okay! *rolls* FIFTEEN IS -- this is the only thing Sammy's good at now -- fifteen is a hard success!

[Jack] I'm proud of him! [Sammy] Someone has to be.

[GM] Allison chats with everyone, and gets you into the costume room! Everyone seems relatively friendly! [Sammy] Except Sammy. Sammy doesn't seem friendly.

[Joey] My idea was, Joey would be Mad Hatter -- [Sammy] Because he needs a hat, [Joey] --Yeah, so he can have a hat -- I was thinking Sammy could be the March Hare, Jack could be White Rabbit, and then Henry could be the Dormouse, [Sammy] Yes! And then the Haiti boys are all the Mad Teaparty, which is great, because the Mad Teaparty is canonically trapped in a time loop. [Sammy] Because we tHOUGHT ABOUT THIS TOO MUCH,

[Jack] Kin-assign Pete! [GM] He's content to wear anything that looks like it fits him, as long as people aren't trying to push a co-ordinated effort. [Joey] (Pete can be Caterpillar,) [Jack] Catter-pete-lar [Sammy] Oh my goodness. Completely unnecessary. [Jack] This is a pun that Jack might make, out loud, to Pete [GM] Pete laughs, despite himself! [Sammy] I feel like, Jack would make this pun, and then Jack would be SO pleased with himself that Pete would laugh, because Jack was so happy about it. [Jack] Yeah that sounds canon. ....It IS canon!!

[Jack] You can like, actually pretend to be people who decided to come to this party to enjoy it, and not just steal and/or murder!

[Henry] I want someone on the help, because I feel like we would have more control if we had someone on the inside, [Henry] And Henry does have a very forgettable face, apparently!!

[Joey] What are the staff wearing? Target red shirt, khaki pants? [Sammy] Perfect! Everyone will fall for it! Based on my experience wearing red shirts into Target!

[GM] I guess this does mean Joey misses an opportunity to dress up Henry. [Joey] *excited gasp* Wait, wait, [GM] What? [Joey] Sorry, this has nothing to do with anything that's happening right now in the roleplay, but I just suddenly realised that (1) when Henry got married, was Joey his best man, and (2) did Joey get to pick out his tuxedo for him [Henry] UHHHH... I feel like, Henry usually defaults to Joey for outfits and stuff, but he would hesitate a bit to ask his best friend who has an obvious crush on him to help dress for his heteronormative wedding!

[Joey] There probably is at least one of the wedding photos where Joey is insistent on standing very next to Henry -- while Henry's next to Linda! -- but, [GM] ...but also, Joey is here, [Joey] But also Joey is here. [Sammy] ...absolute disaster of a man... [GM] But the tuxedos look good! [Joey] Yes. Henry was properly fitted.

[Sammy] I don't want a full-- I don't want a freakin' fursuit, because-- [Henry] (FNAF in the distance)

[Sammy] But I feel like, since both White Rabbit and March Hare are, like, dapper rabbits, they could do something like, yeah, splicer mask and also a hat. [Jack] I mean, Jack's not opposed; Jack likes hats. [Sammy] Jack absolutely should have a hat, I agree. [Jack] He's getting so many hats! So many hats, and so many boyfriends, [GM] He can't be stopped! [Jack] >:3c He shouldn't be stopped.

[GM] I'm still just stuck on the phrase "Dapper Rabbits."

[GM] If Joey and Allison are talking further away, I guess it's moot. Though Allison did see Prophet Sammy! He changed in her room. [Sammy] Well, nobody explained him to her. Sammy just showed up the next day and hoped that we wouldn't talk about it, and then we didn't! It was great. [Jack] Sammy's over here, hoping that Allison is distracted by Joey so that none of this conversation is being listened to, [Jack] MEANWHILE, smash cut to the other side of the room, where Joey is explaining SillySam,

[Joey] A lot of Joey's lack of giving information was to keep her out of it, and not paint a target on her back... but now? She has a target on her back, so... Sure! You can also sacrifice yourself, for the greater good!

[Sammy] I'm sure someone in this party will thank Allison. It won't be me. But I'm sure someone will.

[Henry] Henry's already smearing his blood on people, he's gonna agree to whatever at this point.

[Sammy] DEFINITELY not a cult, now hold still while we put this guy's weird glowing blood on you, it's fine. [Jack] Welcome to the flock!

[GM] What does this mean for Prophet Sammy's sacrificeability rating on Henry, though? Now he's potentially long-term useful... [Sammy] I mean... [Jack] The Prophet isn't here so he doesn't need to know about this! [Sammy] ...I feel like, if something has greater value, then it's an even more impressive sacrifice. That's why you sacrifice an unblemished sheep, traditionally. If it's not a blemish-- [Sammy] Like, that's most of what he was worried about, like, “does this make you not fit for sacrifice.” But if it's actually a really cool thing, ...!

[Sammy] Sammy's nervous. [Jack] Jack is also nervous. [Henry] Henry is also nervous! [Jack] Oh, that's always a good sign, [Joey] Joey's going to be confident! [Henry] ...Of course he is. [Joey] Someone has to be! [Jack]...is he "Confident" or "Confident (Fast Talk)"? [Joey] YES. That last one. [Sammy] *muttering* That's the best we got, unfortunately.

[Sammy] If Jack or Henry express nervousness, Sammy agrees with them. If Pete is nervous, then Sammy will very aggressively say that Joey knows what he's doing.

[Sammy] Allison, don't use a spell to bind people's souls together in order to avoid crunch,,, [GM] You never know when something might be handy! [Sammy] I mean, [GM] Waste not want not!

[Henry] Does Henry have to draw in blood on himself...? [GM] No, Henry has a lot of his own blood on his person.

[GM] Aw, man, Bendy should've commented on the rabbit outfits! I'm sure he'd find that hilarious. [Joey] ...why...? [GM] WHY? It's just objectively funny! No additional reason is needed!!

[Joey] Joey will go through his notes, and confer with Henry and Bendy on, okay, shall we try this, and see if we can help Bendy as well? [Henry] Henry is down to try! [GM] Bendy is worried about Henry overexerting himself. [Henry] ...Henry is down to try!

[Jack] Worst case, Jack looks at the symbol, and then he can be seeing-eye rabbit for the rest of the group!

[GM] Norman wonders what the plan is! [Henry] Bold of you to assume,

[Sammy] We're having such a good sleepover! We did a weird blood ritual, and we're braiding each other's hair~ [Joey] Having a fashion show, [Sammy] Yeah! We went out and got clothes, [Jack] Can't believe Joey called a boy, [Sammy] Gotta ask Joey about the boy he likes... wait, no, don't do that. [Jack] I'd say it's time to play seven minutes in heaven, but I think we, we did that early. [Sammy] WE DIDN'T DO A VERY GOOD JOB,

[GM] Norman wants to see how this plays out. [Joey] Okay, well, try not to get sacrificed, then, [GM] He laughs, and thanks you for the advice! [Sammy] *Hypnos Hadesgame voice* "Try not to get sacrificed, okay?"

[Henry] Allison is very helpful, and not weird at all!

[Joey] We already have the banjo case full of ritual circles, and Joey would rather have the emergency circles than Sammy carrying around bOTTLES OF INK. [Sammy] WHY, WHY WOULDN'T YOU WANT THAT TO BE HAPPENING? WHAT WOULD BE THE PROBLEM WITH THAT,

[GM] Make a sanity check! [Jack] Wait, what's happening? [Sammy] Joey was trying to think too hard.

[GM] Sammy does manage to catch that there's a little-- next to the kitchen, when you go into the place where they're serving food, there's a sign that says "Sheep Shop" over it. And there's a person wearing a sheep mask, handing out food. [Sammy] OKAY, THAT'S FINE,,, I don't feel like Sammy has actually read Through The Looking Glass, so I don't know if he knows why this is happening. I think he's just concerned. [GM] Excellent. Ideal response.

[GM] And Joey has NEVER seen the symbol EVER because he's incredible at not looking at creepy symbols! Which you wouldn't expect. [Sammy] I'm sure Joey will put this in his autobiography.

[Jack] :/ No Hashtag Gay Rights at this party,

[GM] Seems to be another party-goer; in fact, you recognise the voice! [Joey] Ohhh. Kyle -- I don't know his actual name, but -- [Sammy] (Dennis!) [GM] (Yes, that's-) [Joey] -- Kyle.

[Henry] Henry is going to try to sneak up on Moonlight while he's distracted! [GM] OH! ...Okay! He's very distracted, Sammy just screamed! [excited noises from everyone beCAUSE NO ONE EXPECTED THIS] [GM] You successfully sneak up behind him! [Henry] I'm going to grab the staff! [GM] Make a Brawl check, with advantage! [Sammy] (He has SO many limbs that don't work my dude, you got this,) [Henry] That's a success! [GM] You snatch it! [Henry] I RUN!!!

[Joey] We're just both escorting Jack, now. [Sammy] Would you say Jack is late, for a very important date? [Jack] Well YEAH, his Face Removal was scheduled like 2 dreams ago!!

[GM] He'd have to roll for it, to see if it felt familiar to his trip to Carcosa. [Jack] Extreme success! [GM] Then he would pick up that familiar feeling! [Jack] Oh, nice and homey at this party! Really nice. Nostalgic! It's been a while. [Sammy] Hm, [Jack] Maybe he should go play the piano, for old time's sake! [Sammy] NO

#call of cthulu: haunted hijinx #sammy lawrence #Jack Fain #Henry Stein #when in doubt just keep drawing #Henry has a daughter he knows how to do hair #Joey's going as the Hatter so we match for Mad Teaparty purposes #I can't believe we put Sammy Lawrence in a rabbit mask and NEVER made the vanny connection how is this possible

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mable-stitchpunk · 3 years ago

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Could you tell us why you didn’t like FFPS? On the story I personally think afton’s story is over HW and SB should have been afton passing the torch to a new killer (vanny) it should have been about her and afton should have stayed dead.

I definitely agree SB should've passed the torch from Afton to Vanny, and I feel like there's numerous ways they could've done so without having to bring him along for it.

There's actually a few reasons I don't like FFPS and it really has more to do with the gameplay than the story. Though I don't like how the story is shown in contrast to the content.

1. The dead, dull office.

Taking a massive step back from Sister Location- and even its secret final night- FFPS sticks you in an ugly office with no cameras, thereby giving nothing visual to look at, and expects you to effectively wait in one spot. It looks worse than FNAF 1's office, you can't even see the animatronics at all until the jumpscares, and it leaves the whole segment especially boring.

Even in Fnaf 4 you could peek out and see animatronics. It doesn't make the game scarier, it just takes out more of the game. Less content, less impact.

2. FFPS isn't actually a simulator.

The game was advertised with being able to run your own pizzeria, but it was really the bare minimum. There were a few little time wasters, but it was a letdown. I get that the simulator part was just a bait-and-switch, but considering the gameplay... Yeah.

Though I did like the Fruity Maze minigame. I wish there was an extended version or a fanmade one.

3. The poorly executed lore dump.

At the end of the game, a man who you may not know suddenly talks at you for a few minutes and the franchise ends in an anticlimactic flop that's supposed to be a sweet ending. Without the context, it's confusing and unimpactful. With the context, it's disappointing.

Not to mention that up until that point, there's really no story. It's not like you're watching a plot progress. You just get nothing and then there's the ending telling you everything all at once.

Exposition, my mortal enemy.

4. Every step forward Sister Location took was stepped back.

-Gameplay outside the office, but with office segments. -A more complete storyline going over the 'nights'. -A custom night mode. -A wider look at the location (even if mostly in shadow).

I get that FFPS was a free game... but it didn't have to be? I don't really find that as a defense, because releasing it for free was a choice. It wasn't an obligation. This was supposed to be a finale of some kind, so it could've taken all the time it needed.

So, that's it. That's why I don't like FFPS. I'm sure people think it's because of the puppet reveal, lol. I mean, that almost messed up my story at the time, but that wasn't a big deal. That wasn't why I was disappointed playing FFPS, y'know?

Despite my criticism of Security Breach, I actually enjoyed my time with it more than FFPS. XD

#FFPS #Freddy Fazbear Pizza Simulator #Opinions #Thoughts #Fnaf

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justdemonqueen · 3 years ago

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*slams fist* FNAF FANDOM MEME NOW

Blorbo: vanessa probably; she's definitely who I talk about the most.

Scrunkly: vanny!! she is. very shaped. I want to hug her, even if I could only do it once.

Scrimblo Bimblo: mmmm.... not sure if this counts, but prolly jack-o-chica (idk if she's actually underappreciated or not, hence the not sure if counting)

Glup Shitto: uhhhhhh. I was gonna say vanny because she gets like 2 minutes of actual screen time in security breach, but if I'm being honest it is absolutely old man consequences. I like him for lore reasons, but also just... like thinking about him and why he's Like That.

poor little meow meow: springtrap 100%. like, afton in general fits the question but springtrap is my fave form of him.

horse plinko: charlie emily. the angst of getting killed by your dad's best friend/business partner... the possibility of being utterly despised by the missing children because none of them asked to have their souls attached to the animatronics... there's so much to use.

eeby deeby: as a joke: map bot. more seriously: Gregory. I just. Don't like him, as much as I try to. (though that might be because finding any content for him that isn't rooted in the animatronic gregory theory is Very Difficult)

WAIT NO

burntrap. absolutely 110% burntrap. mans should have stayed in the fucking ground after pizzeria simulator and I will PUT HIM BACK IN THERE SO HELP ME

#fnaf #fnaf vanessa #fnaf vanny #fnaf jack o chica #old man consequences #william afton #springtrap #charlotte emily #charlie emily #fnaf marionette #fnaf mapbot #not gonna tag gregory cause i didnt have anything nice to say #fnaf burntrap #ask meme #ask #sheasonstrashcastle

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 4 years ago

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Going M.I.A Until July 5th After Being Peeved Off By Toxic-Humans

I just need to have some time for myself,

and I wanted to wait until July to start posting again.

I just need to try to relax and do some self healing,

and it all has to do with finding out a bit more about Scott Cawthon.

look, no one has to agree about the same religious views.

I mean I have to stay in the Neo-Christian/Ma-Acolyte Closet,

as well as the Aceflux closet and the bigender identity closet with my family.

it be nice if it didn’t happen while FNAF Security Breach was still in the works.

I’m not even sure if it’s even finished, I can only hope that someone with a heart picks up where Scott left off and adopts the series but still gives Scott credit.

right now I’m listening to a comfort song right now,

which is Lily Allen’s song F**k You.

I guess I could listen to some other songs to comfort me,

but how I feel, it calls for that song.

I just wish they didn’t bring Trump or the other names that are involved into that mess...

after finding out that Trump had some form involvement of the, my guess bullying...

I did get upset at him enough to cry and say I hate him.

of course I can’t say that to my Mom or half of my family.

sure one half supported him and the other half don’t,

but we are still family.

I don’t much care for Presidents in Real Life, I have very little trust in them.

ones in movies or video games or any form of entertainment, are fine.

since it is just in a fictional world that is at times a counterpart of ours.

no one has to agree about my being mad at Trump, and that’s okay.

I can’t help but think that there is a possibility that Scott had retired

because of the bullying and it possibly being linked to Trump.

we all don’t have to agree to like or dislike Trump.....

but I’m sure a lot of people are upset at those that caused the early retirement

before the Five Nights at Freddy’s Security Breach

but maybe there will be still hope for it,

at least if it is true that Scott has a successor.

and if they do continue work on the Security Breach,

then we can only hope things works out well.

I didn’t know there was gonna be a successor,

until I was just looking up some more info about the whole FNAF thing.

but yeah, with only half of what I know so far,

it is still going to be a part of my Semi-Misanthrope.

I still know there are some good people in this world,

that is why it is “Semi”, which is better than it being the full.

maybe later I can try to look up more info about the whole thing,

but it is still possible the bullying was part of the reason for the early retirement.

I’m still peeved at this one person who was bad mouthing YandereDev.

if they are taking long to finish the game, it is because these things take time,

and also everyone has a off day where they wont be able to work on something right away and might have to put it on hiatus.

if Yandere Simulator ever gets on a Disc or game card,

and ends up being playable on Xbox One or Nintendo Switch...

I hope there will be a mode where we can dress up as Chara from Undertale.

at least there is some good news,

Doki Doki Literature Club will be on Nintendo Switch, I have been meaning to mention that after I had found out some days ago.

and parents should not let their child play it if they are under the age of 15.

don’t go blaming the mature content, when it’s you the parents who are to blame.

hey I did see a movie that I was not the proper age for,

and I wasn’t even a teenage yet when I saw it.

I’m talking about Cool World, I still like it and have the DVD.

but after remembering I had seen that movie, and we had rented it from a place that rented out VHS tapes.

I came to realize that letting me see that too early, even though I don’t think I can remember much about watching it during that time, all I know is that I did watch it.

but at least it didn’t get as mature as the Deadpool Movie,

and I still like the Deadpool Movie.

but anyway I figured out that it was wrong for my family to let me watch Cool World when I wasn’t the proper age for it,

and even letting me watch something else with the “witch” word on it,

when I was a toddler and I ended up saying “Son of a Witch”

of course it wasn’t the word witch, but you get what I’m going with this right?

I had to try to keep my little cousin from playing my Deadpool video game,

and it was lucky I caught them on time when the game had barely started.

did they even think about stopping them before they fully started to playing?

I don’t want to make the same mistake as my Mom or anyone else in my family.

at least the bad word I used wasn’t my first word.

but I had come to realize that it isn’t the mature content to blame,

but the parents, and even if some parents are willing to admit this cold truth.

that is perhaps long overdo, not all parents might admit to it.

if you have any mature stuff either on your computer or even a movie or show on DVD.

make sure to hide it from the child, give them their own computer

but put a child lock on the browser, where only you know the password.

and if you tend to forget passwords, write it on paper then hide it where your child or little sibling, can’t find it and it’s in a place that only you know.

also I want to say this....

I rather be a part of a Neo-LGBT, there can be different types of Aces.

some who are flux like myself, but because of the whole sexual energies,

I didn’t figure it out until I started to protect myself with my bracelets.

a Aceflux person can be a sexual empath, picking up the sexual energies of others when they are either in the same room or a different room all together.

and just because someone is Heteroromantic-Ace, doesn’t mean they should be exclude from the LGBT Community, even if some will still welcome them.

and even if some might not believe that a Ace can end up being a sexual empath, but it might be very rare.

I’m not sure if there are many Aces that are sexual empaths,

and didn’t figure it out until they started to wear gem bracelets to protect themselves.

I think I’m the only one I know of that is doing that.

of course when I had first started to wear a bracelet,

it was because of a dream that felt too real and I was in between awake and asleep and then I was scared awake...

it was also dark and I was laying on my back, that is part of what I remember before being scared awake.

and I can’t tell my family I’m one, or how I believe it had first started.

I rather not talk about that right now.

but the whole me rather being a part of a Neo-LGBT doesn’t really have to do with my being Aceflux, well technically Aroaceflux.

it is for different reasons,

of course I will have to be in the closet about being part of a Neo-LGBT Community......wait, is there already a Neo version...?

well I guess I’m fine being a solo member for now.

at least not everyone in the LGBT Community made false accusations on Scott.

and I’m not sure if my pendulum is being 100% truthful,

when I asked about Scott’s sexuality, I mean when I asked if he was Hetero,

I was given a No, but when I asked if he was Pan, I got a Yes.

but that might not be true,

I mean I guess there is a possibility that it could be true.

but maybe I should throw some salt on my pendulum later.

and if it turn out those questions were true, and I was being given a truthful answer.

then it might make others sorry for bullying him.

plus I want to point out, that you can’t just keep hating someone

who believed the lies that they were taught while growing up

about how a different gender identity from your bio-sex one

or not being hetero, is evil.

it’s only when they end up seeing the truth that they might end up discovering

that they aren’t hetero, and might just be bi or pan instead.

I wanted to tell my my family about me being on the Asexual Spectrum,

well the flux type of it.

but I wanted to get their view on it first, about the Asexuality.

like I had said before, it didn’t work out too well.

and I had to make it seem I wasn’t Asexual at all.

even though I was asked if I was, I didn’t say Yes and made sure to not give away I was one.

then when I went to my room, I started crying.

how I reacted was perfectly normal, as I had found out when I found some info about how a parent shouldn’t disapprove of it.

I love my family, but it’s best that I never come out of the protective closets I place myself in, that I can only come out online.

also I’m gonna try to relax and try to just hope the FNAF series keeps alive and there really being a successor who will continue it.

well now that I know the one who partly more responsible,

is a Toxic Game Journalist........

that person sucks, they suck and I hate them so much.

any Toxic-Journalist that dares do what that one did,

they are just as bad as the paparazzi that harassed a distant cousin of mine.

and if their lies is what got everyone mad at Scott,

at least not everyone, but still.....

I hope that Toxic Game Journalist who started it all,

will get the karma they deserve after they screwed everything up.

and yes while writing this, I wanted to look up more info about the whole FNAF and Scott Cawthon thing.

and it does appear that the root is a toxic game journalist.

and if I had to put two and two together,

I say the Youtube Video that peeved me off before,

that had to do with a doxxing of Scott and [Redacted]

and if had to do with that disgusting filth of a shisno.

if the info had happen some time after that whole mess happen,

then it means that that disgusting human whoever they are,

is the cause of it.

and there is a reason why I put [Redacted]

as I do not wish for the other person/creator of another series,

to be mentioned in this.

Cancel Culture is Evil, even if something does get cancelled,

it shouldn’t involve the cancel culture cult.

don’t blame the content, blame the parents.

Pepe Le Pew deserved better,

he could of been added into the Space Jam 2 Movie,

if he got character development.

he could still flirt, but would learn to keep it a bit more friendly,

and not force himself on a gal he likes.

ya don’t see girl characters being treated the way he has been treated,

Pepe deserves better, not just Amy Rose, Dot Warner and Fifi La Fume.

that is being sexist towards Pepe.

and it’s sexist for women and even some men,

to assume if a guy wears pink or uses a pink straw, he might not be consider a man.

so wait, if a woman wearing a blue shirt or uses a blue straw, she is still a woman...?

only a real man wears pink, uses a pink straw and even cries.

and I really hope there is a Anti-Cancel Culture Group to put that shisno group in their place.

I want to try to hope things get better, and the FNAF will continue,

and Scott will get a apology from those who had believed that shisno.

maybe I should avoid looking more info about it.

I just need to try to do the self healing and hope everything gets better,

and hope it isn’t a cruel joke about there being a successor.

I guess I can try to look it up more about it to check to be sure if it is true.

I’m gonna check a few more stuff on here first, before I sign off.

and I hope some of you understand why I’m upset about what happen with Scott.

it isn’t right what happen, and how it happen.

and no matter if he supported Trump or not, there is some lines that should never cross when it comes to a dislike of a president or former president.

but if it came to picking him or the evil woman, I would only pick him to keep the babies safe.....but I’m not sure if the rumor about Hillary Clinton is true or not,

I mean when I had found out about it, I was praying she wouldn’t become president because I was worried about the innocent lives.

but if the rumors still turn out to be 100% true, I still don’t want her as the first Madam President.

I don’t even trust Biden very much, but I will have to try to hope and pray everything will be okay.

like I said, I don’t fully trust Real Life Presidents.

the best thing I can do is hope and pray that everything will work out.

for real, this will be the last post until July.

but I wont sign back in and post anything again until July 5th.

I’m still listening to Lily Allen’s song, I’m gonna listen to it a few more times.

anyway not all of you might agree with all I said,

and I’m not gonna force you to...

so see ya later, stay safe and beware of shisno.

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