Background of the FNAF Chapter 9:People who will later become friends.
The next morning.
In the main hall of animatronics, except from the first part, they talked about the disappearance and appearance of people.
Mr. Hippo:Say that people saw someone who was unbalanced disappear and return to balanced.
Toy Freddy:Yes, while playing golf, we asked the man who met Freddie. He said that at first 12 people disappeared, if in more detail 6 men and 6 women, and then two teenagers.
Toy Bonnie:And they also talked about some kind of theater. That at first it was abandoned, and then they started going there.
Glam-rock Freddy:Clearly the city itself is mysterious.
Later, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy come out of the hall with rooms, who decided to walk around the city together.
Freddy:Good morning, guys.
The rest of the animatronics:Good morning.
Bonnie:Has anything new appeared?
Toy Freddy:No, but we are just discussing that 2 teenagers somehow disappeared in this city and returned but balanced.
Foxy:Hmm, is there no villainy here? Otherwise we can move again.
Rockstar Freddy:No, these are the same people, their characters have just changed.
Freddy:It's clear. In general, the four of us decided to take a walk around the city. If you see a person asking for a birthday, talk to them yourself.
The rest of the animatronics:Okay.
They anointed each other and the four of them left the pizzeria. While they were walking near another part of the road where there was a fountain and a basketball court, Freddy thought about the man.
Freddy:Do you know? When we built a large pizzeria, I wanted a human friend.
Bonnie, Chica and Foxy:A human friend?
Bonnie:And what? I would also have a human friend to visit us when I'm not too busy.
Chica:Me too.
Foxy:So am I. Fredbear wouldn't mind it if it wasn't broken.
Freddy:I'll agree with that. How is he without us there?
Chica:(She saw something) Wow, watch the kids dance.
Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy:Wow.
On the other side of the road, where there is a fountain, 4 children were dancing. But we'll talk about two of them 😎.
One was a boy with fair skin, golden spiky hair and blue eyes. He had a blue patterned headband on his head. He was wearing a white shirt with a red three-button vest, black pants and blue-black sneakers.
The other was a fair-skinned girl with blonde hair with two ponytails. She was wearing a denim jacket, inside a red, pink T-shirt, black pants with green patterns and red sneakers. Her eyes were green and she had heart-shaped earrings in her ears.
These two danced breakdancing with the others.
Bonnie:They dance very well, I couldn't do it myself.
Foxy:Well, we are animatronics, and we are not capable of this.
Freddy:They have good talent anyway. Even if there was a child friend, we would have fun.
They continued walking through the city until they decided to look at the bulletin board.
Bonnie:(He noticed the poster "Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria") See our poster. (He noticed another poster with a picture of a white top hat with a red headband) Balan Wonderworld... the unusual name of the theater.
Chica:It still feels like the city already has a lot of unusual things.
Freddy:It is clear that the word "Balan" may be someone's name, but the world of miracles is a mystery.
Foxy:(He noticed someone) Just look at this unusual company.
Four animatronics looked at 12 people (Yea😎😎). Note:There will be more headcannons about their ages here.
The first was a farmer who was 32 years old. He wore a straw hat, had no hair, and had blue eyes. He was wearing a red shirt, denim pants with a pocket and brown shoes. He was wearing brown gloves in his hands.
The second was a purple-haired girl with red glasses, about 15 years old. She was wearing a white, red striped T-shirt and a dark purple jacket. She was wearing green shorts, white and red socks and purple sneakers. Her eyes were the color of brown.
The third was a girl about 17 years old. Her hair was brown with a ponytail and she had brown eyes with yellow eyelids. She was wearing a wetsuit, although she is not busy right now, and shoes with the colors gray, navy blue, blue and yellow.
The fourth was a boy about 15 years old. His hair was green, his eyes were brown and he wore pilot glasses. He was wearing a white hooded turtleneck and an orange sleeveless vest, green pants and white, orange sneakers.
The fifth was a black woman about 34 years old. Her hair was purple, gathered in a green headband with yellow and orange triangles and had blue eyes. She was wearing a light green T-shirt with orange and yellow triangles. She had jeans, brown sneakers and earrings on her ears.
The sixth was a dark-skinned firefighter with no hair and about 36 years old. His eyes were gray, the firefighter's clothes were gray and he wore black shoes.
The seventh was a young, ten-year-old girl with emerald eyes. Her short hair was also emerald and she had a red bow on her head. She wore a red, brown and white dress, brown tights and boots.
The eighth was a green-haired man about 18 years old with blue eyes. He wore a red and white clown costume. He had yellow gloves, dark red clown pants with shoes with yellow pompoms.
The ninth was a man with dark skin, about 37 years old. He had purple hair, turquoise eyes and had a protruding nose. He was wearing a yellow shirt, a grey jacket, a red tie, a black belt with grey trousers and brown shoes.
The tenth was a large woman about 35 years old. Her hair was crimson in a ponytail and she had red eyes. She wore a green dress with an artistic apron and emerald shoes.
The eleventh was a young girl of 18 years old. Her hair was blue in color and covered one eye, which was turquoise. She was wearing a grey T-shirt, a pink hooded jacket, blue shorts and purple sneakers. One of the fingers was wearing a ring.
And finally, the last one was an old man about 60 years old. He wore a dark gray hat, had light and dark gray hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a purple coat, grey trousers and brown shoes. He carried a brown cane on one hand.
Animatronics came up unnoticed to take a closer look at them. They hid behind the house.
Freddy:An unusual company.
Bonnie:Just like us, only there are more of us.
Suddenly, he accidentally fell on a trash can, which is why 12 people heard it. The animatronics immediately hid so as not to scare them and the people themselves noticed that no one was there.
Purple-haired man:Looks like we need to go somewhere else. What if it's some kind of enemy?
Twelve people left, and animatronics watched them as they left. They continued walking anyway, until they decided to stop by the beach and sat down on a bench.
Freddy:The city is really peaceful, like ours probably is. I hope that bad things won't force us to move somewhere.
Bonnie:If there was a Fredbear, he would also perform with us, even though it's time for the old to retire.
Freddy:Yes, but our lives are still getting better than when we met William. * But I'm wondering what's going to happen next*.
No matter how calm it sounds, after 2 days they were waiting for what they expected the most... meeting with the same people they saw during the problems.
To be continued...
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A Birthday to Remember
Summary: You're birthday celebration is crashed by an unexpected guest. (Steve Rogers)
Warnings: noncon/dubcon, fingering, flirting, public canoodles
Note: @punishmepunisher said Evans was rocking a suburban dad who drinks applebee's margaritas and listens to Jimmy Buffett so this happened.
Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Please also reblog because it's a lot longer than I intended.
You laugh over the rim of your appletini. The overly sweet drink goes down too easy as Charlotte calls for another round. It’s not exactly the thirtieth birthday you dreamed of, but you can’t complain for the company.
It’s almost fitting as you enter your third decade, the downhome atmosphere of the Applebee’s; the staticy classic rock buzzing from the speakers, televisions playing sports games over the bar, where men in golf shirts and khakis nurse Heinekins and cheer on their favourite batters. The old jokes don’t stop as Charlotte and Tatiana hide behind the few months until they cross the line of the big three-o.
“You think you can handle another round, grandma?” Tat giggles as she looks around for the waiter.
“Shut up,” you grumble and roll your eyes, “just you wait, you’ll regret it.”
“She’s getting cranky in her old age,” Charlotte cracks and drains the last of her pina colada.
You harrumph and cross your arms as you sit back against the plastic cushion. The waiter stops by as Tat calls for another order.
“I shouldn’t have trusted you two with planning this,” you bemoan, “I mean, really?”
“Oh, come on, you said no clubs,” Charlotte taunts, “so we went with something more your speed.”
“Let me guess, we’re hitting the funeral home next?” You scoff.
“That’s next year,” Tat cackles.
You shake your head and sit through their roast, the waiter bringing you a second appletini as you thank them. You’re gonna need at least half a dozen to get through the night, especially with these two.
The bright green liquid dwindles as you gulp it down eagerly, listening to Charlotte chatter about her new Tinder match. A cute redhead she claims. You haven’t had much luck on the app despite her many flings. You feel as if you’re doing something wrong and Tat is once more in her on-and-off hookup with her old college roommate.
As you’re ready for a third, pondering changing up the flavour, a sudden lull goes up as the crackle of a sparkler breaks the din. Several waiters approach singing happy birthday as you cringe and sink down in your seat. Charlotte and Tatiana join in out of tune, drawing out the song annoyingly as the cake is placed on the table before you.
You growl before you blow out the candles and the servers proclaim you next drink on the house. You smile and thank them, holding back your humiliation and ordering one of the blue drinks on special.
“Right,” you say as you’re finally left to wallow with your so-called friends, “I’m gonna break the seal.”
“Already? Oh, shoot, there goes her bladder, we should’ve brought the depends,” Tat jokes and you give her another snarl.
You leave them to their laughter as you climb down from the booth and head towards the signs beside the kitchen. You take your time, hiding in the stall as the alcohol flows into your veins and gives a bit of a tint to your vision. You wash your hands and stare at your reflection.
You don’t look older. You don’t feel it either. Thirty isn’t so bad. Give it a couple years and your few strands of grey will be streaks. You twist off the tap and yank out some paper towel to dry off.
It’s a bit louder as you come out into the restaurant. The bar’s growing raucous as bottles clink onto the wood top and the avid ball fans cheer for their team in the ninth inning. As you pass behind the stools, a body stumbles into you as he slides off a tall stool.
A large hand catches your lower back, steadying you before retracting abruptly.
“Oop, sorry about that, I didn’t see ya there,” the man takes a step back, resting his hand on the leather of his vacated seat, “oh, you’re the birthday girl, huh?”
“Oh, uh,” you glance over at Charlotte and Tat as they speak over the table, slurping from their thin straws, “yeah, my friends are a bit dramatic.”
“Here, let me buy you a drink,” he offers.
“Oh, no, no, that’s fine. It’s nice of you but–”
“I insist, come on,” he waves to the bartender, “what are you drinking?”
“Really, I can’t, I gotta get back to my friends,” you insist.
“Bah, make them wait, they don’t seem to miss you,” he peeks at them over his shoulder, “Steve, by the way.”
You nod, uncertain about the man. He’s older than you. Forty at least judging from the patches of silver at his temples that weave back into his golden hair. Even so, he’s not bad looking.
You return your name, another wary look to your table, and you fold your hands anxiously.
“Another margarita,” he orders over the bar and turns to you, “well?”
“Um, vodka soda,” you say, sticking to the same liquor. If you don’t feel your age, you definitely feel the alcohol.
“Here, all yours,” he pats the stool and steps away as the bartender begins his mixing.
“No, it’s fine–”
“I insist,” he points to the seat, his voice firm, fatherly almost, “sit.”
You hold back a sigh and step on the crossbar and haul yourself up. He stands beside you, his elbow on the bar as he digs out his wallet. He pays as your drinks are set down and tells the bartender to keep the change.
“You’re too nice,” you say, “buying a complete stranger a drink.”
“Stranger? I know your name, you know mine,” he says smoothly.
“Right,” you put your fingers on the cold glass, “I guess.”
“So, how old are you now? Wait, wait,” he raises his large hands, “let me guess,” he taps his chin as he thinks, eyes roving over you, “twenty-three?”
You nearly choke as you suck on the straw and scoff, “try again.”
“Hmmm, up or down?” he asks. You point at the ceiling and his brows shoot up, “oh, I see, aging gracefully.” He pauses to drink from the tall green neck of his beer bottle, “Twenty-five?”
You shake your head and give him a doubtful look, “you don’t have to lie, it’s not working.”
“Twenty-six?” He tries again, the same glower aimed back at him, “no? Shit, uh,” he hooks his thumb in his belt and hovers his glass before his lips. He squints at you and takes a slow drink, popping his lips off the rim as he thinks, “don’t tell me you’re thirty.”
You nod, “yep, thirty.”
“Jeez, well, you look good for thirty, trust me, I know,” he chuckles, “damn, I’m old.”
“Are you?” You wonder.
“Take a guess,” he leans on the bar as he crosses one foot over the other.
“I don’t want to,” you say, “I wouldn’t want to offend you.”
“What? Come on, I can’t look that old, I’m sure you can get it.”
“Steve,” you pluck his name out of your mind after a moment of grasping, “I don’t know.”
“Come on,” he goads.
You press your lips together and take another sip. You peer over at Charlotte and Tatianna. They’ve noticed and they’re watching none too subtly.
“I should get back to my friends,” you say again.
“You guess my age and you can go,” he says, “so?”
“Uh, I don’t know… thirty?” You utter weakly.
He laughs, “be serious,” he slides closer, brushing against your legs.
“Forty,” you resign in a stony voice.
His cheek ticks, “warmer.”
“Okay, er, forty-two?”
“Getting there,” he tilts his head.
“Higher or lower?” You ask impatiently and slide to the edge of the stool, wanting to get back to the table.
“Higher,” his tone rolls in his throat smokily.
“Um, forty-five?” You bluster helplessly.
“Bingo,” he wiggles his glass at you, “fifteen years, huh? Not that much but enough.”
“Sure,” you say, confused, “well, I–”
“Hey,” Charlotte interrupts, “hate to butt in but we were getting a bit antsy so we cut the cake.”
“Here,” Tatiana hands you a plate with a slice, then offers another to Steve, “we figured we bring you some.”
“I’m coming back, it’s–”
“Thanks,” Steve takes it and sets down his drink, “you guys have some wild plans for the rest of the night?”
Tat gives a prolonged glance in his direction before her and Charlotte share a coded look, “well, that’s the thing. I have a girl waiting for me at my apartment and Char here has a guy blowing up her phone, but our friend, single as the day she was born.”
“Tat,” you hiss under your breath as Steve laughs.
“And she’s thirty. Tick tock,” Charlotte adds, “she won’t be able to score a sexy older man for much longer.”
“Shut up,” you growl.
“So, we’ve had our cake and ate it too,” Charlotte smirks, “so the table is all yours.”
You blink at her as you try not to seethe in anger.
“Go on, enjoy the rest of your birthday, babe,” Tat adds as she adjusts her purse, “we’re just gonna share a cab.”
‘I hate you,’ you mouth over your glass before you take another drink.
They giggle and give a wave, “see you later, you can tell us all about it tomorrow,” Charlotte chimes as they strut away.
You gulp down the last of the bitter vodka soda and place it on the bar, “well, that was not uncomfortable at all. I’m gonna go grab my things and disappear.”
“Wait,” he says as you drop off the stool, your plate nearly toppling out of your hand, “you gotta have your cake. It’s your birthday.”
“I… guess,” you bite your lip, “but you don’t have to–”
“I think it’s pretty obvious that I want to,” he says, “so?”
You feel bad saying no, even if you’re uncertain about him. He’s friendly enough but you don’t exactly go for the suburban Applebee local. He did buy you a drink though so the least you can do is be polite.
“Sure,” you say, “I can’t eat all that cake alone.”
He grins and turns back for his margarita. You lead him to the table and sidle onto the bench. He slides in beside you to your surprise as you set down your plate. He’s close as he sits next to you and settles in.
“I prefer vanilla,” he says as he jabs his fork into the chocolate sponge.
“I don’t mind either,” you say as you mirror him. This is going to be an awkward night. Charlotte and Tatianna are going to pay.
“So, you must be from town?” he asks before taking a bite.
“Yeah, east end,” you answer.
“Ah, I live up in Chester,” he swallows, “pretty tame over there.”
“That’s close,” you say awkwardly, never very good at the whole conversation with a stranger thing.
“I look like the type, eh?” He glances down at his striped golf shirt.
“I didn’t think about it,” you lie, focusing on your cake as sweat beads on your scalp. He smells like bergamot and citrus,
“You don’t have to lie to me,” he says as he stretches his arm behind your head, his fork clinking against the plate.
“I’m not,” you reach for the forgotten blue cocktail you ordered before your venture to the toilets, “really.”
“So what do you do? You seem like a teacher type.”
“I do? Didn’t you think I was twenty-three?”
“Well, now I know you’re not. Maybe you’re a lawyer? You like to argue.”
“I’m not arguing,” you stop yourself, leaving the last bit of your slice untouched as you twirl your fork nervously, “I work in curriculum development. Not quite a teacher.”
“Ah, I knew it was something like that,” he puts his fork down on his empty plate and takes a napkin to wipe his lips, crumpling it up and tossing it with the silver. “You must work hard, no time for guys?”
“Just haven’t gotten to that,” you shrug as his arm falls onto your shoulder. You wriggle and try to shrug him off, “it’s warm in here,” you fan yourself as the fork shakes in your hand.
“Well, you’re damn hot, aren’t you?” he purrs as he leans in.
“Wha– I– Can you back up?” you choke out, “please.”
“Come on, baby, just a little fun for your birthday,” he turns towards you on the seat, blocking out the restaurant with his shoulders.
“Okay, no, you’re too–”
He shoves his hands between your legs and you gasp, clamping your thighs around his fingers.
“Hey,” you grab his wrist, “don’t do that–”
He curls his arm around your head and smothers your mouth with his other hand. You murmur into his palm as he forces his hands up to the seam of your leggings. Your eyes round as heat surrounds the pressure of his rough touch. His breath fills the tight space as he pulls your against him.
You’re almost in his lap as he places his chin on top of your head, hugging you to him as he rocks his hand. It’s painful as the coil winds within, the weight of his hand against your clit twists it tighter and tighter. You garble as he shakes your whole body with his rhythm and hushes you.
“Doesn’t that feel good, honey? Hm?” he keeps two fingers against your folds as he presses the heel of his hand against your bud, “fuck, I feel you getting wet through these things.”
You whimper as you latch onto his thick forearm, his scent drowning you as the alcohol laces through your hazy mind. He moves his fingers up and down, tracing the seam and pushes on the stitches with his nail. The fabric split and he tears the hole a little at a time.
You tremble as you claw at him, begging him in muffled sniffles to stop. He feels along the edge of your panties and inches them aside, delving between your wet lips. You bat your lashes in horror as he coos at you under his breath.
“Fuck, you are wet, honey, hm? You like being my little slut. With all these people around too…” he dips his fingers into you, wiggling his hand against your clit as he curls his knuckles, “yeah, you’re gonna cum already, aren’t you?”
The noise all around blurs; voices, the radio, the television, and the clatter of plates from behind the kitchen doors. You suck in air as your eyes roll back, the tingle spreading across your thighs as your hips rock without thinking. He squeezes as the fire bloom and smatters across your pelvis, an orgasm spiking against your will.
You puff against his hand as you squeeze his wrist and shudder through your climax. He eases you through, your walls twitching around him in rebellion. Slowly, he slips out and lets you go. You pants as you brace yourself against the cushion as he untangles his arm form your neck.
He puts his elbow on the table and admires his glistening fingers. You reach between your legs to feel the tear in your leggings, your cunt tender to the touch. He winks at you as he licks his fingers and pushes them into his mouth with a hum.
He pulls them out in a deliberate motion, “tasty,” he smirks and turns his hand, checking the time on his watch, “damn, I told the wife I’d be home at ten.”
You gape at him as he takes a deep swig from the curved glass and slides off the seat. You quiver as you sit up, watching him dumbly as you try to understand what just happened.
“See ya, honey,” he waves with the two fingers he just fucked you with, “happy birthday.”
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